#gotta roll and sew all the color ends before i can pin them side to side

[gallusrostromegalus]

My vision begins to take shape!

Picking up where we left off last night with this helpful image from @roguedruid

It is now time to cut the extension panels, which means I had to bring out The Big Boy:

[fire-the-headcanons]

What's WeaponsEx?" Raven asked.

"There's a big weapons convention every summer in Vale. Tons of businesses show off new stuff. Dust companies, arms manufacturers, defense engineers—" he said.

"And there's an entire wing of the hall for comics!"

"You mean recruiting."

"Yeah, same difference. There's costume contests, artists answer questions and sign autographs—"

"And they get a few famous Huntsmen to come too," he finished.

Qrow listened with an intensity usually saved for forging class. "Whoa, cool."

Raven rolled her eyes. "You're drooling."

Follow the Beacon Taiyang—COSTumes

[Link to Masterpost]

[Hey, look! A normal-length chapter!]

"Ramparts! For all of your cosplay needs!" Summer declared, throwing the door open dramatically. The Taupes followed her in, looking around in confusion.

"This is a costume store?" Raven asked, brushing through a rack of sweaters.

"Thrift store," Tai corrected. "People donate old clothes, they sell 'em cheap, and the money goes to charity. Summer likes to find stuff and make alterations."

"Come on, let's look at suits!" She grabbed Qrow's wrist and hauled him off toward the men’s section. Amused, Tai and Raven followed.

"Okay, we want to find a green suit and vest for Ozpin, and a red suit for Pete," Summer said, already digging through the racks for anything near the right colors. "Preferably double-breasted, but we probably won't find one. We can sew a little gold ribbon around the edges to make it look like him. I've got a scarf we could tie like his ascot. What about shoes? Should we get shoes?"

He accepted the hideous maroon suit she was holding out.  "Our uniform shoes will be fine, Summer."

"Yeah, you're right." She was in her natural habitat now, comparing every dark green suit in the store to one of their photos from Ozpin's file. It only took a few minutes for her to pop back out of the racks with a three-piece that looked to be about Qrow's size. "Try it on!"

"Uh…" He eyed it warily, holding it in front of his face.

"We are not spending four thousand lien on something you're only going to wear once," Raven said, glaring at the tag.

She had a point. Tai glanced over Summer's shoulder at the photo on the scroll, searching for another solution. "Y'know, Ozpin's suit is really dark—the uniform jacket and pants would probably work fine if we got a green turtleneck to put under it."

"I was thinking just a scarf for that bit, actually," Summer said, running to the end of the aisle and grabbing one with horrible stringy fringe. "We'll tuck the ends in under the jacket. Cardboard will work for his tie-pin-thing, and then all we need are some glasses."

The bin was right next to Tai, and he started rifling through. "None of these look like Ozpin's."

"Those weird bendy parts on the sides are probably custom. Just grab some small round ones."

He held up a pair he’d seen almost immediately, and Qrow gingerly took them.

"How does he see though them?" he muttered, squinting. "These are tiny."

"They're also only thirty lien 'cause the lens is cracked, but we can take them out back at school."

"What should we get for the Carmine costume?" Tai asked. "I don't think we're going to find a leather apron here. Or for less than fifty thousand lien."

"What? No, I'm wearing the one I didn't finish in time for WeaponsEx!"

"Come on, you can wear it next year. We've gotta match. Nobody will be able to see the detail on it in the dark anyway!" 

"Fine," she sighed, grabbing maybe the ugliest brown dress in existence off the rack behind her. It looked about six sizes too big for her, layered with thick ruffles in multiple shades. "I'll cut patches of the darker lining for the embossing Carmine has around the edges. There should be plenty of fabric."

She just couldn’t do a sewing project halfway. "That's still way more effort than you need to put into this."

"What's WeaponsEx?" Raven asked.

"There's a big weapons convention every summer in Vale. Tons of businesses show off new stuff. Dust companies, arms manufacturers, defense engineers—" he said.

"And there's an entire wing of the hall for comics!"

"You mean recruiting."

"Yeah, same difference. There's costume contests, artists answer questions and sign autographs—"

"And they get a few famous Huntsmen to come too," he finished.

Qrow listened with an intensity usually saved for forging class. "Whoa, cool."

Raven rolled her eyes. "You're drooling."

"Yeah, it's where the SDC unveiled the Guillotine last year." Summer said, still thumbing through the suits. "The easiest way to do Professor Mesánychta's suit would be to splatter-paint stars onto the school uniform, but anything that would show up might not wash out…"

"Flour." Tai pointed out.

"Ooooh! Yeah!" 

Raven frowned. "It'll just fall off."

"Not while you're wearing it! Your aura kinda holds it in place—I speak from experience. We can make her headband out of cardboard too. Lucky so many of the staff wear dark suits."

They brought their things up to the registers, the twins looking much more at ease with their two hundred lien price tag.

"So, where should we eat?" Summer chirped.

"…We're not going back to the school?" Qrow and Raven shared an anxious look.

"Well… we could, but it'd take like two hours to fly there and back," she said. "Besides, don't you want to go somewhere other than the cafeteria?"

"Maybe, uh, we'll just meet up with you again after, then…" Qrow stammered. 

"What? Come on, that'll take ages," Summer said with a wave. "Come with us to Goldenrod's! We go every time we’re in Vale, they have these giant noodle bowls, it's great—”

"We'll meet you there in a half hour," Raven said. "There's a comic store Qrow wanted to look at."

Why were they—oh. They hadn't been worried about the cost of the suit just because it was frivolous. Tai's ears burned with secondhand embarrassment. "Uh, Sum—"

Summer tilted her head. "You know I love comics… Why don't we all go after lunch?"

Qrow straightened up, bracing himself. "Because we don't have any money."

Raven shot him a panicked glare as Summer wilted. "…Oh." She fiddled with her hands for a second before shoving them into the pockets of her hoodie. "Sorry, I…"

"I—I mean, it's been nice looking around with you two—"

"We'll buy today," Tai said quickly. Anything to make the awkward stop.

"You don't have to—" Raven began.

"No, come on, it's team bonding time! We've got you. And next time we come to town we'll just pack a lunch."

* * *

"So, have you ever visited Mistral?" Summer asked, errantly drumming on the table as they waited. "I guess you said you were from southern Anima, that'd be a long trip…"

"It was. We went twice."

Her eyes widened. "Really? What's it like? I don't really remember Anima that well." 

"It's…more dangerous than Vale," he said, glancing out of the window at the end of their booth. "Unless you're rich. We mostly kept our heads down. …What about your home? What's Patch like?"

Summer shrugged. "Not much to say. It's just a little port town on an island outside Vale. Forest on the west side has some Grimm, nothing big enough to be a real threat."

"It's the most boring place in existence," Tai sighed.

"At least you'd have ships to look at," Raven said. "There is nothing on Remnant less interesting than a farm." Everyone stared at her for a half-second, she'd been her usual withdrawn self all day. She flinched at the sudden attention. "…I've always liked boats."

"Me too," Summer admitted. "But, sailing boats. With sails. You know, the old-fashioned windy kind, not the new big loud cargo ships."

Nobody liked the giant—usually Atlesian—monsters that would barge into the harbor at all hours. Tai gestured with his chopsticks. "Ugh, and that one asshole that always runs too close to the north side of the island and wakes everyone up in the middle of the night!"

"Well, hey, why don't we go to the docks after the comic store? We could take pictures and stuff!"

"Because your camera’s broken. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Her face fell a little. "Well, we can still look around."

"There's not actually a comic store," Raven admitted. "We were trying to buy time."

Summer reached across the table, taking her hand in both of hers. "Raven. You're not getting out of going to the comic shop with me and Qrow just because you made it all up."

Raven rolled her eyes, the ghost of a real smile playing around her mouth. "Fine."

Next Chapter: Summer—Mission Critical

[Yet another chapter of Qrow is a Nerd. ‘Suave flirt’ is a valid interpretation of the text, it’s just not my interpretation]

[somethinginthewayiam]

PRESSing matters (Part 7)

Pairing: Ben x reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2198

Summary: It’s the day of the Oscars! Everybody’s getting ready, including you, presenting your red dress to everybody for the first time, including Ben...

Previous chapter: Part 6

Today was the big day. The Oscars. No appointments today, just getting ready for the big event as you would have to leave the hotel at 3 PM, all ready and dolled up.

You got woken by Ben placing a kiss on your temple before he got going. He was already dressed. As he leaned back, your hand reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back down. You put your hands on his face, pulling him into a long, passionate kiss. Just one last time, you thought to yourself.

“See you later”, he said a little off beat as he pulled back, surprised by your kiss. When he was gone you let yourself fall back into the cushions. That was it, time to get back to the real life. After tonight, you would fly back to London, moving on to your next project. It was time to go back being just friends.

As an attempt to motivate you for your day, you got up to take a shower, starting the day like you’re used to. But not without turning around again and sniffing the bed sheets one last time that still smelled like him. A line from Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You popped into your head and you hummed the songs all through your shower.

 “Now it's your turn”, the make-up lady said to you as you had just delivered some last-minute tights to Pam’s hotel room. The lady, who had introduced herself as Susan, pointed at the chair. “What for?”, you asked unknowingly, looking around the room. “To get you ready for the Oscar's, darling”, Pam said from her chair in the corner. She was on her phone and didn’t even look up. “I thought I just slap some mascara on and we're good”, you commented and looked between Pam and Susan. “That's what I feared”, Pam sighed and finally looked up at you.

“That’s why I asked Susan and Phoebe to take care of you as well. You worked so hard the past few months, you deserve to be dolled up”, Pam said as she came over and sat you down in the chair in front of the lighted mirror. She was already done with hair and make-up and just needed to change into her dress. “But there's so much...”, you spoke up, but she put her hand over your mouth. “No, I'll take care of it. Darling, I've been doing this job almost longer than you are alive. I can handle it.” And with that, Pam left you alone with the ladies for hair and make-up.

Phoebe, who was responsible for your hair, didn’t even ask you what you might like, she just got to work and so did Susan. Pam or Ilaria must have instructed them. Phoebe curled your hair into big waves and combed everything to your left side, fixating some strands in the back of your head with pins and some hairspray. Susan slapped a bunch of make-up on your face and upper chest as the dress was strapless. You feared that you would look like a clown at the end of it, especially as she applied some red lipstick in the color of your dress. The two women worked simultaneously and really well as a team. You could see that they’re working together for years.

When they were finally done and took a step back, you could finally see yourself in the mirror. You almost gasped at the sight of you. Your jaw dropped. They had done a tremendous job of turning you into a presentable human being, so you thought. The make-up was light and highlighted all your features in the best possible way. Your eyes were carefully framed in a small line of eyeliner and some light brown eye-shadow to bring out your eye color. Your skin looked smooth and glowing. The bags under your eyes were pretty much non-existent.

“You guys are incredible”, you said when you finally found your words again. “Yes, we’re pretty good”, Susan smiled, expressing their typical L.A. confidence. Phoebe winked at you through the mirror and began packing up her stuff. “Ilaria wanted us to tell you that she has your dress at her room and you should go there to change”, Susan told you and then turned to pack up her things as well.

“Oh, okay”, you replied a bit startled. You thought you would have the peace and quiet of your room to change and mentally prepare yourself for the evening and the dress. A look at the time on your phone convinced you otherwise as it was already very late. This whole “Make this woman look like a human being”-procedure had taken way longer than you had thought.

You rushed over to the stylist’s room and knocked. Rami opened the door for you. “Wow, Y/N, you look gorgeous”, was the first things he said. “Oh, uhm, thank you”, you said as you stepped in, blushing immediately. Rami was already dressed in his suit. “You don’t look too bad yourself”, you acknowledged his outfit and nodded approvingly. “Very sharp”, you added. “Thank you, my lady”, he hinted a bow and accompanied you to the bedroom area that had completely transformed into a designer’s studio.

Lucy was already in her purple dress, getting the finishing touches of her make-up. “Oh wow, Lucy, you look incredible”, you said as you spotted her. She couldn’t move her head as her make-up artist just put some lipstick on her with a tiny brush.

“Oh good, you’re here, finally. You’re late”, Ilaria said and walked over to you. “That’s not my fault. This”, you said and circled your face, “took forever.” ��And you look really beautiful, but you have to get ready now. Pam will be here any moment and she will kill me if you’re not ready when she comes back”, the stylist said and with that, she shoved you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You found the dress in its bag hanging on the hook of the inside of the bathroom door. You quickly undressed and didn’t know what to do with your clothes, so you just folded it half-heartedly and left it on a little chair next to the sink. Special for this day, you wore matching red panties you had just bought this morning to go with your dress, just in case the slit in your dress would lose a fight against a breeze of wind or you would just fall over because of the high-heels you’re not used to.

You stepped into the dress and pulled it up. You closed the zipper as far as you could and arranged your boobs until nothing was pinched or crumbled up anymore. “I need a little help in here”, you shouted towards the door and the next moment, Ilaria stepped inside. “The zipper again”, you said and turned your back towards her, pulling your hair over your shoulder to give her enough access. “I got your shoes right here”, she said and held up a pair of black pumps that weren’t that high as you thankfully noticed. They would look great to the black clutch Ilaria had chosen for the evening. She put them down next to your feet before she pulled the zipper up the last few inches.

You immediately noticed that the dress wasn’t that tight anymore around your upper body and the slit was sewed shut to a humane length. “Thanks”, you said as she let go of the zipper and you put your hair back into place, a few strands in front of your shoulder, a few strands on your back, just like Phoebe had arranged them.

Ilaria helped you into your shoes and then you were ready. You looked up into the mirror and were actually surprised by the sight of you. You didn’t know you could look like that. You turned in front of the mirror and looked at you from different angles.

“Ready? Everybody’s here. They’re just waiting for you”, Ilaria told you and looked at you through the mirror. “Everybody’s here?”, you asked, very nervous all of a sudden. She nodded. “You look amazing by the way”, she added with a wink. “Thanks to you”, you said. “I just gave you a dress. You brought the rest of you”, she motioned at your whole body. You knew she was giving you a compliment, but you had trouble accepting it. Ilaria gave you an amazing dress, Phoebe gave you a beautiful hair-do and Susan gave you a gorgeous face. There wasn’t much you had brought to the table, except an empty canvas.

You took a deep breath and followed Ilaria outside. “Sorry guys for keeping you waiting”, you said as you stepped outside. You felt a little wobbly on your high heels.

When the others saw you in the dress for the first time, everybody's in awe. You looked up as it was silent in the room all of a sudden and you found everybody staring at you. “Come on, you guys act like I'm normally walking around in a sack of potatoes”, you commented and put your right hand on your hip. “Well, compared to this, you really do”, Joe said. “Charming Joe”, you said dryly and rolled your eyes.

Your eyes shot over to Ben, looking extremely sexy in his white jacket and black dress pants. Grace had done a terrific job. He still looked at you like he couldn’t believe it was actually you and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“You look amazing, Y/N”, Lucy said and stepped forward to hug you. “Says the right one! You look outrageously gorgeous”, you told her, happy for the distraction, as you put her away on an arms-length and checked out her gown and make-up. “Ilaria, we did a great job, picking that dress”, you heard Pam from the back of the room, coming towards you. “I really gotta say, we’re a bunch of good-looking people”, she said as she turned around and looked at everybody in their suits and gowns. Only know you noticed Allen and his wife Jessica. They must have come up with Pam.

“I suggest we roll up there and mix up that lame party they call the Oscars”, Pam said. “Hear hear”, you heard Gwil from the back. “Pam, what’s gotten into you?”, you laughed. “About two glasses of champagne”, she answered you and made everybody laugh.

“We should all take some pictures together before we leave”, Lucy announced and you immediately took a step to the side as you thought she was only talking about the cast. “What are you doing?”, Ben looked over to you and pulled you to his side. Ilaria took pictures with various phones from various constellation of people. The group chat would be lit later as you would all exchange the pictures.

You went through all sorts of constellations. Just the guys, then the whole cast, then just the ladies in their dresses, Lucy of course outshining everyone of you.

“Hey, let’s do one with us three and Y/N. Like a reverse Charlie’s Angels”, Joe suggested and motioned at Gwil, Ben, you and himself. “Yes, that’s cool”, Lucy said and picked up her phone. “Go, get together”, she said and motioned at the four of you. You felt a bit weird standing so close to Ben after all that had happened over this weekend. You took a little step in front of the three guys and the boys got into the pose like the original angels. “That’s so rad”, Lucy laughed as she snapped some shots. You tried your best to look cool and contempt.

“Now do some cute ones”, she said and the four of you stood next to each other with your arms around everyone. You stood between Ben and Joe, Gwil on the far right. Ben put his hand on the small of your back and it sent a little shiver down your spine. You had trouble keeping up a smile as you posed for the pictures.

“That red and white of you two looks really cool together”, Lucy mentioned and you looked over at Ben in his white jacket. He had his hand still on your back as he turned his head to look at you too. Unknowingly, the both of you exchanged a lovely look. Lucy snapped a pic of that moment almost by mistake. As she looked at the picture on her phone, she's struck by the chemistry of you two and smiled to herself. She loved the idea that you two could be an item.

“You look really amazing tonight”, he said in a low voice, so only you could hear it. You blushed immediately. “You look good too”, you returned the compliment and it almost looked to you like he was blushing as well.

“Alright, enough photos for right now. There will be a lot taken where we are going right now. Time to get this thing moving”, Pam clapped her hands together and snapped Ben and you out of your secret little conversation. The whole party made its way down to the lobby, cars already waiting. Time for the Oscars!

Next chapter: Part 8

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[elmelloill]

Lucky Jacket

AUs are dangerous because sometimes you’ll write a chapter and then your friend will draw art for it and then you’ll end up talking about the clothes characters wear and then you end up writing 2500 words in the AU that don’t belong anywhere in the fic but you just have them now so you’ve gotta post them somewhere, right? 

Anyway. This is because @matte-bat and i started talking about Klavier’s leather jacket on twitter. 

Drabble for my klapollo college AU, Anyway, Here’s Guilty Love, taking place the next semester so I can ignore all the angst stuff that hasn’t actually happened in the fic yet. 

As always, god I hope the readmore works on mobile otherwise i’m sorry

Klavier Gavin was, in general, a very punctual person. Although fashionable in everything else, he was rarely fashionably late, and so when Apollo spent fifteen minutes sitting in the quad waiting for his boyfriend to arrive for their date that evening, he started to get legitimately concerned.

Two texts had already gone unanswered. Frowning at his phone, Apollo sat on the picnic bench, tapping his toe, for another thirty seconds before deciding he might as well try to figure out what was going on. And if Klavier was on his way, the two of them would just run into each other.

That’s what Apollo fully expected to happen, but he made it all the way to the Gavinners house without encountering any tall platinum blonds. Somewhat perplexed, he stood on the doorstep for a moment, and just as he was about to knock, the door opened in front of him.

“Hey, Klav—” he began, but it was Daryan on the other side of the door.

“Good, you’re here,” Daryan said. He looked troubled, and Apollo felt a flutter of worry in his stomach.

“Yeah, uh, is Klavier…”

“He’s fine,” Daryan assured him, rolling his eyes. “He’s just having…a moment.”

“O…kay?”

Daryan leaned against the wall. “You know his leather jacket, right? The one that like, starts to dissolve if he wears it in the rain?”

Apollo nodded. He knew it very well.

It had been a gift from Klavier’s host family in Germany. To many, the jacket might have been deemed unwearable many years ago, but Klavier had been very creative. Loose threads had been diligently trimmed, fraying edges artfully concealed, lost zipper pulls replaced with tiny silver Gavinners charms. The sleeves, too short after Klavier’s high school growth spurt, were in a state of being permanently rolled up, and Klavier managed to make it look like the hem was supposed to be cropped short by pairing the jacket with well-chosen graphic tees. The entire thing probably would have been uncomfortably tight around his shoulders by now if years of wear hadn’t gently stretched and softened the leather—it had quite literally grown with him.

Klavier’s attachment to the jacket was a bit of a puzzle, but then again, many things about Klavier were a bit of a puzzle. He had come back from Germany with a whole new vocabulary, after all, so it wasn’t too strange that he had also returned with a jacket that apparently doubled as something of a security blanket. Klavier called it “good luck,” but whether there was any rationale behind that declaration remained unknown.

“Well, it ripped,” Daryan explained.

Apollo frowned, confused. He was fairly certain the jacket had already ripped, multiple times, and Klavier had been playing it off as an intentional fashion choice for at least a year.

“Okay, understatement,” Daryan went on, noticing Apollo’s doubt. “One of the elbows disintegrated.”

Apollo’s frown turned to a grimace. “Ah.”

“Yeah. So he’s, uh, mourning, I guess.”

Of course he was.

Apollo sighed. “I’ll go talk to him.”

The door to Klavier’s bedroom was slightly ajar, so Apollo pushed his way hesitantly into the room.

Klavier sat cross-legged on the floor, the jacket spread out on his lap. He held the sleeve in one hand and a needle and thread in the other, and he was apparently attempting to sew a patch over the missing elbow. A questionable choice, Apollo thought, but he could probably pull it off.

As Apollo watched, Klavier very slowly poked the needle through the sleeve, and very slowly dragged the thread through. It almost worked, but as he pulled to tighten the thread, a crack snaked through the leather and the material around the thread crumbled into pieces. Klavier’s shoulders slumped.

“Verdammt,” he muttered.

“Hey, Klav,” Apollo said quietly, and Klavier jumped.

“Oh! Apollo,” he said, brushing a hand through his bangs in an attempt to hide how startled he had been. Then his eyes widened. “Oh. Shit. What time is it?”

Apollo chuckled. “You’re very late.”

Klavier looked pained. “Ach. Schatzi, I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t worry about it. I heard there’s been a tragedy.” He dropped to the floor next to Klavier to take a closer look at the jacket. “Eugh. That doesn’t look good.”

Klavier sighed. “I’m afraid I’m just making it worse.”

“Hm.” Apollo wished he could say otherwise, but it really did seem like the sleeve was beyond repair. “And you can’t wear it like that?”

Apollo was doubtful, but he wouldn’t put anything past Klavier.

Dejectedly, Klavier shrugged the jacket on. No, there really isn’t any way to make that look stylish, is there?

The end of the torn sleeve looked awkwardly orphaned from the rest of the jacket, and as Klavier experimentally bent his arm, the rip in the material only broadened.

Even so, Klavier looked somewhat hopeful, as if he wished Apollo would tell him it really didn’t look all that bad, actually.

“Hm,” Apollo said instead. The glint of hope in Klavier’s eyes died.

He sighed heavily and gingerly removed the jacket, resting it on his lap again. The two of them looked down at it.

“Klavier,” Apollo said slowly. Sometimes, after a long life, old leather jackets have to move on to the big motorcycle gang in the sky, where their zippers never get stuck and they can listen to as much rock music as they want… “I think you need a new jacket.”

Klavier sniffed. “But…”

“Besides,” Apollo pointed out, “it’s not even cold enough for a jacket.” It was October—outside was a balmy 76 degrees.

Klavier pouted. “It was part of my outfit,” he said, his voice quiet. He ran a finger over the torn edge.

Apollo bumped their shoulders together. “I’m sorry, Klav. I know it was your favorite.”

Klavier gave a small, disconsolate nod, then carefully folded the jacket and stood.

“You’re probably starving,” he said apologetically. “We can go.”

He took a moment to place the jacket on his bed, then followed Apollo downstairs.

“You can hang it on your wall,” Apollo suggested. “You know—Miles Edgeworth style.”

Klavier blinked, then let out a short laugh. “Okay, Apollo. Point made. It’s just a jacket, after all.”

Apollo’s bracelet squeezed slightly at that, but he decided to let it slide.

~~~

Apollo Justice was on a mission.

When Clay woke up Saturday morning the following week, he looked across the room to see Apollo already awake and dressed, sitting at his desk and poring over his laptop.

“Are you doing homework…?” he asked doubtfully. Although Apollo was perhaps slightly more studious than average, 10 a.m. on a Saturday was a little much.

Apollo didn’t even look his direction. “No. Hey, do you know any good thrift stores? Besides these ones.”

Squinting at Apollo’s screen, Clay could see a map of the city, scattered with red pins.

“Uh, not really. Why are you looking for thrift stores?”

Apollo needed for a thrift store because both shopping malls that he could reach via city bus had proven woefully inadequate when it came to providing a replacement for a cherished leather jacket. He was moving on to Plan B.

He explained the situation to Clay, who apparently knew Klavier well enough by this point that he wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

“Well,” Clay said. “I didn’t really have any plans for today, anyway.”

Apollo blinked. “You don’t need to come…”

“I’m closer to his size, aren’t I? Let’s find your boyfriend a jacket.”

Then Clay called Ema, who apparently knew the jacket’s history and was surprisingly sympathetic, and Ema called Kay, who was the only one in their extended friend group who had a car. Soon the four of them were pulling away from campus in Kay’s black sedan, Ema in the passenger seat while Apollo called out directions from his phone from the back.

The first store was a bust for leather jackets, although Kay found some sunglasses and Ema spent a long time looking at ties. Clay snatched up a nebula sweatshirt at the next shop, and Apollo actually found really nice suit vest at the third. The fourth store had a wide selection of jackets, but they were all either too worn, too big, or the wrong color.

By late afternoon, Apollo was starting to get very discouraged. The number of stores on his list was dwindling, and, while the four of them had all found some great cheap purchases, their original goal was yet unfulfilled.

“Maybe you can contact the host family,” Kay suggested as they left the second-to-last store. “Find out what brand it is, and buy one online?”

He had thought of that, although he hadn’t needed to go so far as to reach out to the family—he remember the tag on the inside of the jacket. And although the original wasn’t in stock anymore, there were numerous others he could have chosen from—if he wanted to spend his next two paychecks from Mr. Wright, that was. He sighed.

“That’s kind of a last resort,” he admitted. Klavier deserved it, of course, but…ouch.

But his optimism was wearing thin by the time they walked into the final store on his list. It was one of the nicer places they had visited—Kay was immediately drawn to a display of gloves, and Ema drifted over to the selection of button-down shirts—but when Apollo finally found the men’s jackets, he knew right away he would be disappointed. There was one leather jacket, but he could already tell it was too big.

But the rest of his friends were still looking around, so he wandered the aisles absently, running his fingers across a rack of shirts.

“Ah! Pollo!”

Apollo looked up sharply to see Clay skid to a stop at the end of the aisle. He spread his arms wide. He was wearing a leather jacket.

For a moment, Apollo could only stare.

“It’s…that’s…”

“Perfect, right?” Clay said. “And it’s super comfortable, too. I literally don’t want to take it off.”

Reluctant to celebrate just yet, Apollo walked in a circle around Clay, half-expecting to find that the back of the jacket was covered in some elaborate rhinestone monstrosity, or that it had some weird smell. But it was just a classic black leather jacket with a few tasteful zippered pockets, and it seemed barely worn. It fit Clay really well, too, and although Clay was shorter than Klavier, they had a similar build.

“Where did you find it?” He was faintly afraid that a customer would storm up to them imminently and accuse Clay of snatching the article of clothing out of their own basket.

Clay gestured vaguely. “Over there, on a rack. Someone must have put it back in the wrong spot.”

Tentatively, Apollo flipped over the price tag, and exhaled in relief. A little pricey, but nothing like the ones he had seen online.

“It’s perfect,” he agreed finally. Clay beamed.

The four of them made their purchases and returned to campus. Back in his room Apollo carefully wrapped up the jacket in tissue paper and put it in a plain paper shopping back that he had lying around. Then he paused.

Klavier’s birthday had passed in the summer. Their six-month anniversary had been last month. Christmas was much too long from now. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t just give Klavier a gift out of the blue, but it would be nice if there was some occasion…

He was idly scrolling through Facebook that evening when it came to him.

One this day: one year ago.

Belong was the image Klavier had made to advertise the first meeting of the Ivy Pre-Law Society.

That’s as good an excuse as any, he thought, smiling, even if it was a couple days off.

He texted Klavier to make sure he was around, then headed over to the Gavinners house.

Sam let him in. Klavier was in his room, sitting at his desk doing homework. On a Saturday night. Apollo would never not find it amusing that his boyfriend was a bigger nerd than he was.

Klavier turned around curiously when Apollo rapped a knuckle lightly against the door.

“Schatzi,” he said, raising his eyebrows, “what’s up?”

Apollo held out the bag. “Don’t worry, you didn’t need to get me anything.”

Frowning, Klavier accepted it. “What’s this?”

“Your, uh, we-started-our-club-one-year-ago present,” Apollo explained. He shrugged. “I dunno. Just open it.”

Klavier dug into the bag and unwrapped the jacket. His mouth fell open.

“Apollo…” he breathed.

Apollo rubbed his neck. “I know your old one meant a lot to you, and I know I can’t really replace it, but…I dunno, this one probably isn’t as nice? But it seemed really comfortable, so, um…” He bit his lip. “Hopefully it fits, at least?”

Wordlessly, Klavier unzipped the jacket and put it on. It did fit, like a glove. Klavier straightened out the sleeves and seemed momentarily surprised that they reached all the way to his wrists.

“Apollo,” he began, as he adjusted the lapels and flipped up the collar, “you didn’t have to…”

“Well, I wanted to,” Apollo said. Then he smiled wryly. “And you’re not really acting like someone who’s actually about to refuse a gift.”

Klavier, who was partway through securing the zipper, paused. He reddened slightly. “Well. It is very comfortable…”

Apollo laughed. “Good. It looks good.”

Klavier lifted his head, and Apollo noticed that his eyes looked a little shinier than usual. “Thank you, Apollo. This is…you really didn’t have to, but…it’s perfect.”

Apollo relaxed. “I know it’s not really the same as the old one…” he started to say, but Klavier shook his head.

“That one was special because it was a gift from people I care about,” he replied. “And so is this, ja? No less special.” He stretched his shoulders. “And look—no splitting seams!”

“I really can’t believe the old one lasted that long,” Apollo marveled.

Klavier took a breath. “Debatable that it really lasted,” he admitted. He stood and crossed the room to check his reflection in the mirror hanging behind his door. “I may actually be able to wear this for a concert without worrying about a wardrobe malfunction.”

Apollo narrowed his eyes. “Do you ever actually worry about that?”

Tilting his head, Klavier considered this. “No, not really. All part of the show, ja?” He grinned at Apollo over his shoulder, and Apollo rolled his eyes.

Klavier admired his reflection for a moment longer, then turned. “But schatz, now I feel bad. I did not get you a club anniversary present.”

“Eh, I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to me.”

“Will I now?” Klavier’s lips spread into a smile. He came to stand in front of Apollo, resting his hands on Apollo’s waist.

Apollo tried to suppress his own smile as he looked up at Klavier. “Yeah, you’re smart, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Klavier murmured, leaning in and capturing his lips.

Apollo responded by grabbing the lapels of Klavier’s jacket and pulling him closer. It was strangely satisfying to do so without worrying that the fabric might come apart in his hands.  

~~~

The next morning, Apollo woke to a text from Clay.

Clay [10:03 AM]: so...... i guess klavier liked his new jacket

One of Apollo’s arms was trapped awkwardly under a snoozing Klavier’s head, so he typed out a succinct message with one hand.

Apollo [10:04 AM]: shut up

Clay [10:04 AM]: you’re welcome ;)

[ladyfogg]

Sick Like Me - Epilogue

Sick Like Me - Epilogue

Fic Summary: With unfinished business hanging over your head, being locked up in Arkham is holding you back. However, you have your eye on a certain red-haired maniac, who may be just the person to help you escape and realize your true potential.  Fic Song. Fic Playlist. Fic Masterpost.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Female Reader

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, for a complete list of warnings, visit AO3.

Bright colors suddenly burst before your eyes and your lungs fill with air, forcing a dry gasp through your lips. Your body feels like it’s electrified, every hair on end and every nerve misfiring. Your limbs shudder and twitch, sending you into convulsions.

All your senses return in one full swoop and you find yourself rolling off whatever surface you were on, landing on cold, stone. You try to get up but it’s not working, and now your head is pounding so hard you want to smash it on the ground.

You scream.

A hand gently lands on your shoulder, and the sensation is so foreign and jarring, you scramble away from it and into the darkest corner you can find.

“Queenie, Queenie, can you hear me?”

Who’s that? Who’s calling you? You don’t know that voice. Where are you? What’s going on?!

A face you’ve never seen before appears from outside the desk you’re hiding under. A man. “Shh, it’s okay,” he assures you, smiling excitedly. “It worked! I can’t believe it worked!”

He tries to reach for you again, and this time you pounce with a yell, pinning him down and clawing at him. With a shout of his own, he tries to block your attack, which he’s able to do because you’re fairly weak. Still, you get your hands around his throat and start to squeeze.

“No...w-wait…” he chokes out, grabbing your wrists. “I’m here to help. I brought you back.”

“Who...a-are...you?” you ground out, still choking him.

“D-Dwight, p-p-please--”

Too drained to continue, you let your hands slip from his neck and scramble off of him, curling into the fetal position. “Everything hurts,” you cry, burying your head in your arms. “Too bright! TOO LOUD! TOO COLD! MAKE IT STOP!”

“H-Hold on! Hold on, my queen!” Dwight babbles, stumbling to his feet. He hurries around you, flipping switches and turning things off.

At last he drapes a thick blanket over you and it quells the shaking a bit. The room is quieter now, whatever machinery dormant for the time being. Once your head doesn’t feel like it’s going to explode anymore, you slowly lift it to peer up at him.

“You’re here. You’re really here! It worked!” Dwight gushes, kneeling down next to you.

“W-what worked?” you demand.

“My machine,” Dwight says. “I built this machine to bring you back, and look at you! Good as new! Well, mostly.”

Very slowly, you push yourself up to sit, the blanket sliding down your exposed body. “Back from what?” you ask.

“The dead,” Dwight explains. “You died. Jim Gordon shot you. Do you not remember?”

Staring at the floor, you try to sort through your memories. It’s a bit of a blur for a moment, but after a few seconds everything comes rushing back. It’s so overwhelming you start to hyperventilate and Dwight scoots forward, hands reaching toward you.

“It’s alright, you’re okay,” he coos.

You seize the front of his shirt. “Where is Jerome?!” you ask.

Dwight nods his head to the side and you turn to look in that direction. Several feet away, a cryo chamber sits tucked in the corner. You shove Dwight back, stumbling to your feet. However, you haven’t used your legs in quite some time, and you nearly fall into the desk, knocking things to the floor. You persist however, until you’re standing in front of the cryo-tube, hands pressed to the glass. Jerome is inside, dead by the looks of it, a bullet wound in his throat.

Alfred.

Without realizing it, you find yourself laughing, the sound coming out as a hysterical giggle at first before rolling into pure laughter.

Dwight chuckles nervously nearby. “What’s so funny?”

With tears streaming down your face, you gasp, “The butler did it!”

You can’t stop the laughter, even when your lungs start to burn and your chest hurts. It really hurts.

Looking down at yourself, you're greeted with healing bullet wounds, neatly sewed shut.

“I told him death probably wouldn’t stop us,” you giggle. “Said it to be funny. Never thought I’d be right!”

You’re still laughing when Dwight carefully drapes the blanket back around your naked body. “How do you feel?” he asks.

“Terrible,” you say, finally letting your amusement fade. “So, Dwight, when do we bring my Mistah back?”

Dwight’s smile fades slightly and he gives you a nervous look. “Well, I can’t really do that--”

The second he says can’t, your hand is back around his throat. “Excuse me?!” you bellow.

“It’s just--” Dwight chokes out. “You’re the first time the machine has worked and it fried half the circuits. I’m going to have to rebuild and…” He gasps for air as you squeeze tighter.

“You mean to tell me,” you glare, pushing him toward the nearest solid object, which happens to be a stone pillar. “That you brought me back from the dead with no way to bring Jerome back?!”

“Please, let me explain…” Dwight manages to say. “We only wanted to please you. We love you.”

His words are confusing, forcing you to lessen your grip. “We?”

Dwight gasps for air, clutching his throat. “P-Please, my queen,” he begs. “Please, come with me.”

He cautiously takes a step to the side, and when you don’t attack him again, he gestures for you to follow. With one final look at Jerome, you tug the blanket around yourself and follow Dwight. You leave the lab and he leads you down a dark hallway. In the distance, muffled pounding can be heard, and you realize after a moment that it’s actually the bass to some song.

Dwight opens the door at the end of the hall, and the music comes through full blast, making your wince. You follow him through the door, and find yourself on a small stage. Below you, dozens of people are partying, all dressed in striped Arkham-like uniforms. Between the music and flashing lights it’s all disorienting and you resist the urge to run back to the quieter lab.

A few people take notice of you, and as soon as they do, the atmosphere changes. People stop dancing, the music screeches to a halt, and the flashing lights stop. Only the lights on stage remain lit and Dwight smiles proudly as he gestures to the crowd.

“My queen, meet your children,” he says. “The Maniax!”

The people explode with applause and screams. Some people even faint when they see you, while others look on in awe.

“I don’t understand,” you say.

“We’re your followers,” Dwight explains. “We saw you and Jerome on TV and it was like a revelation. What the two of you did was spectacular! We love you both and are here to live our lives the way you taught us: free! WE ARE NOT COGS!”

The crowd begins to chant “WE ARE NOT COGS” over and over again and the echo fills you with a sense of pride and sick glee. Standing straighter, you take in the group of people, letting a smile slowly spread across your face.

“I want to speak!” you snap, and the room instantly goes silent. Feeling powerful, you step forward. “Your efforts have not been in vain. I have returned to you.”

More shouts and cheers erupt, but you hold your hand up and they stop again. “However, I am not complete,” you say. “Not without Jerome. That is why, from this moment forward, none of us will rest until we fix Dwight’s machine and get my puddin’ back. Understood?!”

A chorus of “yes, my queen!” comes back at you, and your grin widens.

“He’ll be very excited to see all this,” you tell them. “You’ll do exactly as I say, without question! Anyone who has a problem with that, can see me personally.” You drop your voice low and give them your best glare. “And I will deal with them, personally.”

Dropping your blanket, you stand there in your naked glory, taking in the crowd a final time. “Now, I have some business to attend to,” you tell them. “Gotta catch up on what’s happened since I died and all. Carry on.” You wave to the DJ, who nods and starts the music again.

Turning to Dwight, you beckon him to follow and stroll off stage.

“What do you need from me, my queen?” he asks, eyes struggling to remain above your neck.

“What do you you need to fix your machine?” you ask.

“Money, for starters,” Dwight says. “And something that can withstand a lot of power. I’ll have to rebuild some parts before I can attempt to bring Jerome back.”

“Your king,” you correct. “He’s not Jerome to you.”

“Right, of course,” Dwight’s face twitches, and you see a brief flash of disappointment. But you choose to ignore it.

Entering the lab, you make right for Jerome’s tube, coming to a stop with your hands on your hips. Your reflection in the glass in clear, and you see that the cut on your face was sewn together after you died, making the scar even more prominent than it was before. Your veins are also a deep purple, no doubt the after effects of Dwight’s machine.

“Make sure it doesn’t do this to him,” you demand to Dwight, who is standing nearby, wringing his hands nervously. “The only bruises and marks on his body I like are the ones I give him.”

Dwight nods. “It may take some time…” at your glare, he recoils. “But whatever you command, my queen.”

Putting your hands on the glass you lean forward, until all your see is Jerome's face, his mouth still turned up in that final smile.

Still handsome in death, aren’t I, Queenie?

It’s like his voice is still in your ear, like all those times he’s whispered to you before. 

“Still handsome, puddin’,” you agree.

“I’m sorry, my queen?” Dwight asks timidly.

“Don’t you have work to do?!” you snap, over your shoulder.

Dwight merely bows and hurries away, returning to his machine. You look back at Jerome, lips curling into a mirror of the smile he now permanently wears.

“You’ll be back to me in no time, my joker,” you say, trailing your fingers down the glass as if you’re stroking his cheek. “And when you are...we’re going to kill Jim Gordon once and for all. And laugh the entire time.”

Jerome’s laugh echoes in your memories and you can’t help mimicking it until you're gasping for breath.

[seynabri]

Tokyo in Tulsa 2017

It's that time of year again. The time when us Nebraskans (plus one Iowan) pack up our things and journey down to Tulsa, Oklahoma for an anime convention. That's right. Tokyo in Tulsa 2017!

So things got their kick off on Wednesday. When Dani and Kelsey came over to my place to finish up cosplay work and stay over so we could all leave together the next day, with my little brother Brock in tow of course. Among the happenings on Wednesday: My boyfriend came over, I stabbed the top of my foot with a sewing pin (Skills. I have never stabbed the bottom of my foot with one but managed to stab the top.), and Dani and Kelsey went on an adventure to buy food for the con. It was an eventful Wednesday.

But this isn't about our Wednesday fun times! It's about an anime convention. Which we headed for the next day mid morning. It was like most of our trips down. Uneventful with plenty of roadkill to look at. Kelsey and I spotted one deer on the side of the road with a bone sticking out of its leg. Things are brutal in the midwest.... But we made good time!

Kelsey’s car’s gps is out of date. Which is hilarious because it looks like we’re driving off road here. xD

Hotel check in stuff. Bed claiming. Food set up. The usual. At the time it was just the four of us in the room. But our ever faithful Skyler and Erin would be joining us at about... 2am... 3am? I don't remember what time it was when they got there. I was half asleep. All the way from Minnesota! Before that though Brock and I were the only two who preregistered.

If this isn’t the quintessential photo of our generation I don’t know what is.

So we made our way down to the convention center. Where the line was outside in the gross, humid, heat. Thankfully the sun was on its way down so there was that. But we ended up waiting in line for an hour before we got our badges.

This is what happens when Kelsey puts on gloves to paint things and I’m texting my boyfriend. xD

The rest of the night was spent finishing cosplay and trying to figure out audio programs for our skit. Also Joey and Sarah G stopped by for a bit to say hi and chat. But then it was sleep time. Until a few hours later when we were woken up by the Game of Thrones theme song blaring from Kelsey's phone signifying that the final two of our group had arrived! Then it really was sleep time!

Friday

So Friday rolls around and the rest of our group went down to get their badges. When they came back it was time to get ready as well as time to record the audio for our skit. I didn't really have anything to record since I would be playing Howl and my rather high female voice would not be fitting in the least bit. Although I did record Kiki's one line.

That day Dani and I were debuting our female versions of Professor Layton characters. Specifically professor Layton and Luke. We decided to use our own hair for it rather than wigs since they were our own designs anyway. And my vision for Luke was curly and short. So Dani worked wonders and curled my thin, flat hair and hairsprayed it to death to get it to stay. It did stay. Showering that night was kinda gross. But it stayed! Also the millions of bobby pins helped.

Best part about own design? Got to wear my glasses. :D

Time for female Luke Triton’s debut!

Time for some puzzle solving!

Brock was Kylo Ren that day while Kelsey was Kiki from Kiki's Delivery Service and lastly Erin was Sheena from Tales of Symphonia. All of us except Skyler and Erin left the room first and traveled on down to the convention. Our first stop was the cosplay table to sign up for the contest. We left a very confused Joey there. The combination of characters was very confusing. And since we had yet to complete the audio he didn't have any single hint about what it could be.

Terrible lighting while waiting for the elevator! Look at this beautiful group!

We are serious puzzle solvers.

Joey has stolen Kiki’s broom! D:

It was then shopping time. Running through the artists alley and then the vendors room. Looking at all the things before deciding what to buy. I want to say at some point on that day is when I bought a few prints. Possibly also the day I bought a little german shepherd phone charm. So cute! :D

I forgot that we totally did the hall cosplay contest. :D

Get it, Kylo!

Such an adorable Kiki. :D

Erin joined us at some point and we did some wandering and shopping and such. We didn't go to a single panel the entire weekend. There just wasn't anything interesting to us. Although I guess the last thing we did was technically a panel. I'll get to that later though.

Luke is not impressed. I mean, can Kylo Ren solve all the puzzles that Luke has? I think not!

Such a lovely group.

So Friday. At some point Skyler came down and there was wandering. Skyler and Erin went off at another point and there was more wandering. The rest of us headed outside for a little photoshoot. Erin stumbled across us and hung out during the photo taking. Then it was back to the room for some food and resting.

Goodnight little Kiki!

So much cute!

You might want to look behind you Kiki....

Kylo doing some sulking.

Let’s solve those puzzles!

Puzzle spotted!!!

Look at this professor’s beautiful face. Look. At. It.

Too sexy. Much too sexy.

From sexy to adorable! Get you a girl that can do both.

Ready for some fun puzzle nonsense.

SKIRT!

Someone’s creeping on us!

A wild Sheena appears!

Gotta check those pictures!

Meanwhile. A Kylo broods.

Luke needs to solve the mystery of this strange flying girl.

SILLY FACES

End of photoshoot!

I thought I kinda looked like a ballerina when I took my shirt and hat off. xD

Eventually after much work the skit audio was done! Then it was down to our usual practice spot on the second floor of the hotel. We set up our door for the first time. Had a guy who was an engineering student stop by and look at it out of fascination. Then it was practice! Our usual blocking things out. Trying to hit our lines. I never did do that great at that one. Having not recorded them I didn't have them as memorized so I missed them more often than not.

After a while we considered outselves practiced enough and went up back to the room. Fitting a fake door into an elevator was an adventure. But after all that we got ready for bed since we had to be up bright and early for prejudging.

Saturday

Prejudging is a thing. A thing we have to get up early for, get ready quickly for, and make sure we all get there on time for. Which we did because we're awesome like that. Also we were the first skit to go on. Then disaster struck! Our door started to fall apart halfway through the skit. Which threw us off. Or at least threw me off. We were feeling a little bummed about it.

Waiting to perform!

But then! Joey. Our friend. A judge. The one recording the skits for the judges to watch later. Called us back and informed us that he forgot to record our skit. So we got to do it again! This time Kelsey and Brock went back while other skits were performing to tape the door together so that we wouldn't have the same problem.

As we waited to go on again we watched the other skits perform. Once again calling the first place winner. (I mean, they've won every year we've been competing so no surprise there.) And then we did a flawless second performance! I kid. It was far from flawless. But much better than the first one! Thank you Joey for forgetting to record!

I wish I could remember what all we did that day but it was probably the most low key Saturday we've ever had at a convention. We did the usual wandering and shopping. We did a mini photoshoot outside. It was HOT. Too hot. I almost died. Not really, but it felt like it. Also among the things we did was take a nap. We were all so exhausted so we hung out in the room. The older of us showed our age and fell asleep while the younger ones played around on their phones.

Our Studio Ghibli ladies!

Our Fionna and Marshall Lee!

lol skyler

Even adventurers have to eat!

She flies!

So pretty!

Good luck sweeping all those plants!

I don’t think the bright colors help with Kylo’s temper...

Gotta check those pictures!!!

We look so thrilled.

After our super chill afternoon we had to be down at the convention center for the contest. We sat in the usual room and waited, chatting with each other and those around us until it was time to line up. Our skit went pretty well. Although at the time of writing this I still haven't seen a video of it so I'm not entirely sure of that. But we got a lot of laughs so that's always a good sign.

Sophie’s doing some levitating while waiting to go on stage. :D

Getting so close to going on!

AAAAHHHH!!!

I think this picture makes it look like some kind of musical.

We have a video! Thank you Jeremiah!

We watched the rest of the contest from the side of the room and although we didn't win anything we had a lot of people compliment our skit on our way back to the room. Which took forever by the way. I think that was the longest elevator wait we had the entire weekend.

The floofiest service dog. :D

Good fluffy doggo.

So up in the room we dressed down and ordered pizza. I forgot to mention that we had watched Live PD the night before and we were back to watching it again that night. Good times. Jeremiah came up to our room while we waited for the pizza. But then... tragedy struck.

Skyler's phone rang. He answered. But no one spoke on the other end. It rang again. Once more no voice on the other end. Erin figured. Hey. The pizza must be here. I'll go down to the lobby and see if I can find it. Time passes. Too much time. Several more people go down to find her. More time. Everyone but me is gone from the room now looking for Erin/the pizza. I get a call. There. Is. No. Pizza.

Basically Pizza Hut screwed up somehow. They did come. They claimed they called like 10 times. Lies. And after that failed they just left. They said they could remake it and come back but by that time we were far too hungry so we just had them refund us instead. We ended up getting food from the food trucks instead. Which the others so graciously brought up to me. (I was suffering from a pretty bad headache at this point. I didn't leave the room for the rest of the night.)

Once everyone was back and we were eating we sat around and talked and ate. Joey, Lisa, Sarah??, I can't remember who all visited the room while we ate. Our awesome Oklahoma friends posse! That's who! And we watched Live PD. Joked about sitting in cars for 3 hours. Doing things.... After everyone had left Dani, Brock, and Kelsey went down to the rave while Skyler and Erin went outside for a bit. So I was aaaaalll aloooone. Muaha. I just got ready for bed and talked on the phone with my boyfriend for a bit.

But anyway. Once everyone had returned it was sleep time!

Sunday

We all took Sunday to sleep in. We were all exhausted and since Skyler and Erin were staying an extra night we didn't have to rush to check out. It was a very lazy morning. Getting ready slowly and packing all our stuff away. We also did a bit of cleaning since you know. We kinda trashed the place.

So this was a thing that happened over the weekend. Flooding on the second floor next to the elevators!

At one point Dani, Brock, and I went down to the restaurant because I wanted coffee. Afterwards we went back up to the room and realized everyone else had already gone down. Dani and Brock were hungry so they stayed to eat while I went off to do my last bits of shopping for the weekend.

For a while we were kind of all over the place. Dani, Brock, and Kelsey were in the game room at one point. Brock shopped by himself another time. Skyler and Erin were running around as casual Fenris and Hawke by themselves. Although I know Kelsey found them at some point. I was alone for quite a bit though so I can't speak to everyone else's activities.

Such an adorable fenhawke! (As a side note. This picture sparked a conversation between Dani and I about how ridiculously good Erin is at makeup. Give me some pointers Erin! D:)

Kelsey and Brock in the game room!

Look who Kelsey found!

*tnt2015 flashbacks*

AWWWWWWWW

After all my shopping I plopped myself down on the floor in the convention center and played on my 3ds, took silly pictures, entertained myself until Dani found me. I would have joined her in the game room but they didn't allow bags bigger than a certain size and mine was certainly too big.

When I said silly pictures I meant snapchat filters. xD

Sunday selfies!

The one panel type thing we attended all weekend was one of the last things we did on Sunday. Joey and Lisa and others were running an Iron Cosplay contest. Which basically consisted of teams that had a limited amount of time to put together a cosplay using bizarre items. It was entertaining. While they were working I ducked out quickly to treat myself to to dippin dots. Those things are so expensive. But so good.

Watching the contest! I’m back there somewhere. xD

Beautiful.

Silly selfie!

The iron cosplay contest entries!

The Nebraska (plus one Iowa) crew!

Us and our Oklahoma peeps!

Silly poses everyone!

Once the contest was over we went and talked with our Oklahoma friends and me, Dani, Kelsey, and Brock said our goodbyes to them. We left the convention then and got all our stuff packed away and into the car. Then we said goodbye to Skyler and Erin and we were off! Pretty uneventful drive home. We spent a good chunk of it brainstorming about future skits and bouncing ideas off each other about possibly doing an artist table one of these years. It was a fun drive.

We think we’re so cool.

skyler what

Google maps what is this stereotypical nonsense?? I mean... you’re not wrong..

Once again had a pretty amazing time at Tokyo in Tulsa. It's starting to have a bit of a different feel as some of our usual Oklahoma friends weren't there and some of the ones that were aren't on staff anymore. So it's shifting but we still love it there and will still continue to attend. So here's my thank you to everyone who made it amazing!!! I love all of yooooou!!!

Our video!