#oh irv <3

[atlanticsea]

Hello, I really loved the soldier, poet, king quiez!! Ik u have already done a thingy on the soldier, but as someone who got soldier I’m just curious about it. Is there anything else about the soldier you could perhaps tell us about?

Hi!! Hmmm I didn't necessarily leave anything out of my previous breakdown that I can think of.

I think I can clarify something I said about rules and the difference between King and Soldier though - I imagine the archetypal Soldier to internalise rules a lot more, thus feeling more pressure from themselves, while Kings feel a lot more external pressure. Here's a fun tidbit: for "Who taught you about guilt?" the initial Soldier answer was "myself," which I then replaced by "God." I changed it because I found it broader and more evocative, but maybe I shouldn't have, haha (and, of course, the King answer is "the world.")

Wait actually there is something I didn't talk about -- the archetypal Soldier keeps going no matter what and is so adamant that it will follow the rules it internalised because if those rules are wrong, then their entire life kind of crumbles. That crumbling can be a good thing, of course, but it's still terrifying. I mentioned in my Poet breakdown that each archetype is more preoccupied with either the past, present or future, and I think that also applies in terms of where each archetype is scared of causing harm. Kings are scared their decisions will hurt people in the long run, Poets are scared their attempts to affect change are hurting people now (and generally they feel at odds with the world and are simply worried that them Being Themselves is going to make people leave), and Soldiers are scared that their actions have hurt people in the past.

In fact, because of how I wrote the quiz, the archetypal Soldier is kind of convinced that it hurt people in the past -- it knows it will go to hell, and it considers that hell is doubt: in rules, in duty, in what is good, in itself.

Now I'll again repeat my disclaimer and say that this is ONLY true about the archetype itself, this abstolutely does not mean that those things are true about you, I just created a quiz for my friends, etc etc 😭

#spk #answered #anonymous #typing this i realised that irv severance is like. peak soldier #not just bc he soooo fully internalises rules because of his military background #but also because of how he will use his convictions like a battering ram #eg: painting over and over and over a memory he has of his innie to make sense of it #eg: what he is ready to do to see burt #and doubt was his hell!! he didnt want to doubt the company!!! #but his world crumbled around him and he lived through it #and came out of the rubble even more soldier-y #with rules that he really made for himself this time #oh irv <3 #oh irv </3

[404leafclover]

secrets of legendaria tournament when??

#see I can draw more than just irving #these two are my 2nd favorites iii love them :3 #im working on something else for them too right now MWEHEHHE WAIT AND SEE #side note: I dont think Lazarus would actually want to watch oppenheimer. the drawing meme fits them though #the hex game #the hex fanart #lazarus bleeze #chandrelle stormblaze #stormbleeze #my art #oh vallamir is also there

[stillthesunkenstars]

Thinks about brax’s dead body and all its scars with tenderness and sorrow

#braxiatel #irving braxiatel #soemtimes I count in my head how many times he’s died and to what and it’s just #oh my god #he’s gouging his heart out because of the poison contained in it and his regret and mourning what could’ve been #if given a chance he would like to be kinder #it’s only the scars in like 3 episodes in that picture #he’s got so much more phantom pains from every timeline #he is the one who burns the condemned and he’s the one condemning himself #in all his frantic ness he wanted to be a good person but he couldn’t because there is no power in goodness in his world #so he settled for the next best thing to become the monster #as long as his glassy gaze is fixed on saving those he loved in the end the only way forward is deeper. right? #mine #I’ll gently lower his body into the ground but there is no other way #his story has to end

[vastwinterskies]

if the characters of the terror were like internet personalities (streamers, youtubers, podcasters etc) what do you think everyone would do and what would their viral moment be (for better or for worse)

oh that is an incredible question actually. let me think.

James "Walking Podcast" Fitzjames has it all of course. Instagram, youtube, personal website, ridiculously embellished linkedin, 2-3 podcasts, etc etc. Goes viral for various things, unfortunately mostly entitled shenanigans (Selfies cuddling the cheetah that hopped into your jeep aren't cool, James)

Goodsir, predictably, has a small professional twit or similar that he posts on occasionally. Goes viral for an enthusiastic 5am ramble reply to a shitpost.

Jopson moonlights with an ASMR account that politely and unapologetically straddles the line between niche subject and thinly veiled fetish content. "ASMR Personal attention: your valet helps you get dressed for the day"

Little has a rather anonymous internet presence. That's for the better, because he spends way too much time on rule34, furaffinity, and reddit.

Collins is a top notch gamer. Uploads walkthroughs and speedruns with commentary. The kind of guy who loses a 2 hour run to a frame perfect skip, simply goes "ah, yea that is hard to get", resets and keeps going.

Sol Tozer has a medium size twitch following. Goes viral for casually mentioning "brojobs" on stream, and again after people discover his personal hornyposting twit where he's been posting hole and pup play content

James Clark Ross has charismatic host energy. Idk what he does tho. Seems like the guy who would narrate speedruns on Games Done Quick, or do educational and creative projects. "We built a historically accurate tea clipper in my backyard" type videos.

Hodgson runs a cryptic music meme page. "Biblically accurate Tschaikovsky" type stuff. Goes viral for a Kunstlied based on loss.png

Irving's got a popular facebook page creating those graphic-design-is-my-passion type images boomers love to send on messenger apps. You know the ones. Noone knows how many of his followers are following the page ironically.

When Crozier is feeling grouchy he replies to questions on forums by linking a vaguely related question from 3 years ago and closing the thread.

#the terror #I cant think of more rn but these are my core beliefs #vastrambling #thank you for the compelling question!!

[companion-showdown]

Best companion to get intoxicated with: Round 0 Masterpost

the elimintation numbers on the posts themselves are largely wrong because I made a mistake and only realised when it was too late, its two per group except 14 and 15 which is 3

Day 2

Elimination Groups:

Group 8 (2 eliminations)

God the Computer

Hallan

Hass

Hebe Harrison

Hex Schofield

Irving Braxiatel

Jack McSpringheel

Group 9 (2 eliminations)

Jane Austen

Jason Kane

John (Another Girl, Another Planet)

Joseph (Oh No it Isn't)

Joseph (The Doomsday Manuscript)

Koschei

Laura Tobin

Group 10 (2 eliminations)

Lola Denison

Mark Seven

McQueen!Master

Miranda Who

Mother Francesca

Mother Mathara

Mr Crofton

Group 11 (2 eliminations)

Ms Jones

Narvin

Pandora

Peter Summerfield

Preacher!Master

Renee Thalia

Romana III

Group 12 (2 eliminations)

Ruth Leonidus

Sabbath Dei

Sam Bishop

Scarlette

Stratum Seven Agent

Tameka Vito

The Black Dalek Leader

Group 13 (2 eliminations)

The Earl of Sandwich

The Original Golden Dalek Emperor

The War King

Unnamed Courtesan (In the Year of the Cat)

V.M.McCrimmon

Valarie Lockwood

Wolsey

Group 14 (3 eliminations)

Ianto Jones

Toshiko Sato

Owen Harper

Andy Davidson

Gwen Cooper

Banana Boat

The TARDIS

Missy

Group 15 (3 eliminations)

Sally Sparrow

Larry Nightingale

Bannakaffalatta

Vincent van Gogh

Madam Vastra

Psi

Saibra

Beep the Meep

Seeding Groups

Group 8

Charley Pollard

Evelyn Smythe

Lucie Miller

Liv Chenka

Group 9

Bernice Summerfield

Fitz Kreiner

Frobisher

Iris Wildthyme

Group 10

Rose Tyler

Mickey Smith

Jack Harkness

Martha Jones

Group 11

Donna Noble

Wilfred Mott

River Song

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

Group 12

Clara Oswald

Bill Potts

Nardole

Yasmin Khan

Group 13

Graham O'Brien

Ryan Sinclair

Dan Lewis

Ruby Sunday

day 1 under the cut

Day 1

Elimination Groups:

Group 1 (2 eliminations)

Sara Kingdom

Bret Vyon

Delgado!Master

Morbius

Sutekh the Destroyer

Cessiar of Diplos

Duggan

Group 2 (2 eliminations)

Erato

Pangol of Argolis

Deedrix of Tigella

Soldeed of Skonnos

The Three who Rule

Varsh

Group 3 (2 eliminations)

Keara

Tylos

Tremas of Traken

Panna

Karuna

Aris

Group 4 (2 eliminations)

Richard Mace

Kamelion

King Yrcanos

Sabalom Glitz

The Kandyman

Karra

Group 5 (2 eliminations)

Adrien Wall

Alan Turing

B-Aaron

C'rizz

Captain Black

Captain Magenta

Carmen Yeh

Group 6 (2 eliminations)

Chris Cwej

Clarence the Angel

Compassion

Cousin Anastasia

Cousin Gustav

Cousin Intrepid

Cousin Justine

Group 7 (2 eliminations)

Cousin Octavia

D'eon

Death's Head

Eliza

Elspeth (Where Angels Fear)

Emilie Mars-Smith

Father Kreiner

Seeding Groups

Group 1

Susan Foreman

Barbara Wright

Ian Chesterton

Vicki Pallister

Group 2

Steven Taylor

Dodo Chaplet

Ben Jackson

Polly Wright

Group 3

Jamie McCrimmon

Victoria Waterfield

Zoe Heriot

The Brigadier

Sergeant Benton

Group 4

Liz Shaw

Mike Yates

Jo Grant

Sarah-Jane Smith

Harry Sullivan

Group 5

Leela

K9

Romana I

Romana II

Group 6

Adric

Nyssa

Tegan Jovanka

Vislor Turlough

Group 7

Peri Brown

Mel Bush

Ace McShane

Chang Lee

Grace Holloway

#intoxication: round 0

[favouritefi]

I love your Terror catboy AU, it’s a funky combination of adorable drawings and Victorianesque pseudoscientific hierarchies. However, it made me wonder about catgirls/doggirls; if you’re happy to answer, how do you see the intersection of gender and hybridity playing out in this universe?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION i have a lot of thots on this bc the whole "angel in the house" image of the ideal (middle class) victorian woman is such a fun concept to play with more under cut

ok so what im about to say rn really only applies to middle class and upper class women in this au as those are the main characters in the terror if we get into the lower classes its a more complicated and nuanced story.

anyway in victorian times women were expected to be chaperoned everywhere by an older woman such as a female relative or female servant lest she be corrupted by the ills of the world and by men etc. this is where cat/doggirls come in. its expected that if you have a daughter then you goooootta adopt a companion or two for her both to show off your status and to ensure that your daughter has a friend / chaperone / mentor / moral compass for life. so in cat/dogpeople households the cat/dogboys usually go off to whatever institution their bloodline is associated with and cat/doggirls usually become companions for the wives and daughters of the men employed by those institutions. its very different from human family structures because the expectation here is that your child will not stay with your household, youre making children knowing that they will likely not belong to you regardless of whether they are male or female and that you might never see them again once theyre adopted and they need to be adopted or else its a failure on you and your bloodline. (grim i know) this system is also why each generation of cat/dogpeople tends to be fairly large, little and hodgson and irving all have an overabundance of siblings and cousins many of whom theyve never met in their life.

interestingly, cat/doggirls are actually more valued amongst these families than cat/dogboys because cat/dogboys can only be sent off to the institution the bloodline is associated with whereas cat/doggirls can be sent off to any upper/middle class household regardless of association and it would still be considered respectable AND it creates new relationships between human families that the human owners might find beneficial (kind of like how marriage was historically the exchange of women to strengthen political ties between families). this means that excess cat/dogboy sons are often disappointing to the parents - edward little is one of these. all 3 of his elder brothers had already left for the navy so he grew up playing w his sisters and getting dolled up in their dresses and being told that oh he'd make such a pretty girl and pretty bride oh if only he'd been born a girl etc. totally doesnt fuck him up.

speaking of fucked up theres hickey and his whole situation w sophia. having a catboy as a companion for an upper class girl is a big no-no and only happened because [insert hickey backstory here that is too long and really should have its own post]. no body approves of this but sophia loves him so very much and they were inseparable up until they were separated when sophia went to tasmania with the franklins and hickey was abandoned to the streets against both his and sophias will. sophia refused to adopt a new more appropriate companion in tasmania and after the franklins returned to england she tried to find him but couldnt and assumed he died. then when it seems like the ships are lost and jane starts campaigning for a rescue mission suddenly hickey shows up and for a few blissful years they are together again. he is older and quieter and has scars he wont explain, but hes still hickey and sophia still loves him. and then sir john comes back and fucks all of that up again.

sorry this was meant to be about gender dynamics in my deranged catboy au but i got distracted by hickey (as per usual)

#hope this answers some things #it might also raise more questions #which i probably have answers to #bc i think way too much about this au #Purror and Erebark

[louisupdates]

FITFWT23: TOUR RECAP MASTERPOST

FASHION RECAP: NORTH AMERICA, EUROPE (Top Ten)

LITHOGRAPHS and PORTRAITS

OUTRO SONGS

IQ 123: Tour promo and production interviews

TOUR TECHNICAL SPECS [TPI MAGAZINE]

GROUP PHOTOS NA

Louis’ care for his fans

NORTH AMERICA

26 May - Mohegan Sun Arena, UNCASVILLE, CT

27 May - Bank of New Hampshire Pavilion, GILFORD, NH

29 May - Place Bell, LAVAL QC

30 May - Budweiser Stage, TORONTO ON

1 Jun - Blossom Music Center, CUYAHOGA FALLS, OH

2 Jun - Michigan Lottery Amphitheater, STERLING HEIGHTS, MI

FITFWT23: WEEK 1

3 Jun - The Icon Festival Stage, CINCINNATI, OH

6 Jun - Kemba Live! Outdoor, COLUMBUS, OH

7 Jun - TCU Amphitheater at White River State Park, INDIANAPOLIS, IN

9 Jun - Saint Louis Music Park, ST. LOUIS, MO

PORTRAITS, 1st set [10.6.2023]

IG stories and selfies [10.6.2023]

10 Jun - Starlight Theatre, KANSAS CITY, MO

13 Jun - BMO Pavilion, MILWAUKEE, WI

15 Jun - Huntington Bank Pavilion, CHICAGO, IL

16 Jun - The Armory, MINNEAPOLIS, MN

17 Jun - Harrah’s Stir Cove, COUNCIL BLUFFS, IA

19 Jun - Denny Sanford Premiere Center, SIOUX FALLS, SD

21 Jun - Red Rocks Amphitheatre, MORRISON, CO: CANCELLED 😪

24 Jun - Wamu Theater, SEATTLE, WA

26 Jun - Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Center, VANCOUVER BC

27 Jun - McMenamins Edgefield Concerts, TROUTDALE, OR

29 Jun - The Greek Theatre, BERKELEY, CA

PORTRAITS, 2nd set [29.6.2023]

PORTRAITS posted 30.6 [x]

30 Jun - Louis Instagram recap

30 Jun - The Hollywood Bowl, LOS ANGELES, CA

1 Jul - The Chelsea at the Cosmopolitan, LAS VEGAS, NV

3 Jul - Arizona Financial Theatre, PHOENIX, AZ

6 Jul - The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory, IRVING, TX

7 Jul - Moody Amphitheater at Waterloo Park, AUSTIN, TX

8 Jul - The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, THE WOODLANDS, TX

PORTRAITS, 3rd set [9.7.2023]

9 Jul: Louis Instagram recap

10 Jul RTL Radio Interviews

11 Jul - St. Augustine Amphitheatre, ST. AUGUSTINE, FL

13 Jul - Hard Rock Live at Seminole Hard Rock Hollywood, HOLLYWOOD, FL

14 Jul - Yuengling Center, TAMPA, FL

15 Jul - Cadence Bank Amphitheatre at Chastain Park, ATLANTA, GA

18 Jul - Ascend Amphitheater, NASHVILLE, TN

19 Jul - Charlotte Metro Credit Union Amphitheatre, CHARLOTTE, NC

21 Jul - Red Hat Amphitheater, RALEIGH, NC

22 Jul - Merriweather Post Pavilion, COLUMBIA, MD

PORTRAITS, 4th set [23.7.2023]

24 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON1, MA

25 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON2, MA

27 Jul - TD Pavilion at the Mann, PHILADELPHIA, PA

28 Jul - Stone Pony Summer Stage, ASBURY PARK, NJ

29 Jul - Forrest Hills Stadium, NEW YORK, NY

PORTRAITS, 5th set [31.7.2023]

North America FAN EDIT

AUGUST 2023 GAP 1 recap

AWAY FROM HOME FESTIVAL

19 Aug - Parco Bussoladomani, LIDO DI CAMAIORE, Italy

AUGUST 2023 GAP 2 recap (including the 28 launch)

EUROPE

29 Aug - Barclays Arena, HAMBURG

31 Aug - Royal Arena, COPENHAGEN

1 Sep - Spektrum, OSLO [Bigger Than Me anniversary content]

PORTRAITS, 6th set [2.9.2023]

2 Sep - Hovet, STOCKHOLM

4 Sep - Ice Hall, HELSINKI

DORK MAGAZINE PHOTOS 2022 w/ links

5 Sep - Saku Arena, TALLINN

7 Sep - Arena Riga, RIGA

PORTRAITS, 7th set [8.9.2023]

8 Sep - Zalgiris Arena, KAUNAS

10 Sep - Tauron Arena, KRAKOW

11 Sep - Atlas Arena, ŁÓDŹ

13 Sep - Wiener Stadhalle D, VIENNA

14 Sep - Stozice Arena, LJUBLJANA

15 Sep - Budapest Arena, BUDAPEST

PORTRAITS, 8th set [16.9.2023]

17 Sep - Arenele Romane, BUCHAREST

18 Sep - Arena Armeets, SOFIA

20 Sep - Plateia Nerou, ATHENS w/ links to AOTV announcements

SEPTEMBER 2023 GAP recap

1 Oct - Bilbao Arena Miribilla, BILBAO (VIZCAYA)

3 Oct - Altice Arena, LISBON

5 Oct - Wizink Center, MADRID

6 Oct - Palau Sant Jordi, BARCELONA

PORTRAITS, 9th set [7.10]

8 Oct - Pala Alpitur, TURIN

9 Oct - Unipol Arena, BOLOGNA

11 Oct - Rockhal, ESCH-SUR-ALZETTE

12 Oct - Sportspaleis, ANTWERP

14 Oct - Accor Arena, PARIS

15 Oct - Ziggo Dome, AMSTERDAM

17 Oct - Lanxess Arena, COLOGNE

19 Oct - O2 Arena, PRAGUE

20 Oct - Mercedes Benz Arena, BERLIN

PORTRAITS, 10th set [21.10]

22 Oct - Olympiahalle, MUNICH

23 Oct - Hallenstadion, ZURICH

FITFWT23: LATAM promo begins [28.10]

Twitter spree: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 Hall Of Fame, [31.10]

IGTV [1.11]: transcript, gifs [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

8 Nov - 3Arena, DUBLIN

10 Nov - Utilita Arena, SHEFFIELD

11 Nov - AO Arena, MANCHESTER

12 Nov - Ovo Hydro, GLASGOW

14 Nov - Brighton Center, BRIGHTON

15 Nov - International Arena, CARDIFF

17 Nov - The O2, LONDON

18 Nov - Resorts World Arena, BIRMINGHAM

FITFWT23 has come to an end!

ROLLING STONE UK 2023 AWARDS

23 Nov - Camden Roundhouse, LONDON

#fitfwt23 #fitfwt23: mp #fitfwt23: recap #louis tomlinson

[shivunin]

Aaaaah for the OC codex prompt… 👀✨

3 for Maria 6 for Arianwen 13 for Emmaera 15 for Elowen 16 for Salshira

(of course, feel free to choose/skip some!)

Ooooh okay, I am going to do them each in separate posts for organizational reasons, but thank you for the prompts friend!!

(Codex Prompts)

6. Something written by your OC in response to an honor they've been awarded

The Morning Post

(299 Words | No Warnings)

A series of letters on the Warden-Commander’s desk, each neatly stacked in the tray for the messenger to take in the morning: 

Dear Lady Hartley,  No, thank you.  —Warden-Commander Tabris

Lord Horleth:  If you are going to build an orphanage, you should name it after someone who will pay you for the honor of having their name on the building. The messenger will provide you a contribution from the Wardens, which serves to do the opposite.  Regards,  —Warden-Commander Tabris

First Enchanter Irving, 

I can honestly say I am glad to hear you’re well. We don’t get much news about the Circle on this end of the Calenhad. I hear it’s being rebuilt, though I can’t honestly say if I’m glad or not to hear it. Better to raze the thing to the ground, I think.  To the matter of your letter: Yes, I suppose I will allow it, but only because it was Dagna’s idea. I hope she fares well, too. At the very least, it sounds like she’s among people who appreciate her. If she thinks it is a good idea to fund this scholarship, I suppose I agree. Let the messenger know where to leave the funds.  —Warden-Commander Arianwen Tabris

Alistair,  No. Absolutely not. If you commission a commemorative snow globe of the defeat of the Archdemon, I assure you that you will not like the bits of it I leave in your quarters to find later. It sounds funny now. It will not sound funny when you’re picking shards of glass out of your toes, you utter fool of a man.  You’d better be doing well. If not, tell me who is to blame for it. I’ve been too long idle in this keep and need some time to stretch my legs.  —Wen Oh—your humble servant, etc etc. Take care of yourself, you buffoon

#arianwen tabris #dao #prompt response #shivunin scrivening #wen does not allow the seneschal to proofread her letters after the incident

[saints-who-never-existed]

For the ask 6 characters game : all the lieutenants (since Fairhorlne doesn't get developed, just replace him with Lt. Jopson)

Oh damn, as bad as I feel that this got lost in my inbox, it's another lovely boost to find it again and to revel in whimsy! :D

Marry - Little! It always has been and it always will be dear sweet Ned-Boy. He is my everything. <3

Kiss - Gore! I've smooched in before and so help me god, I'll smooch him again! I think he'd taste good and kiss like a Disney prince.

Be Room-Mates With - Jopson! Again, stewards just make incredible room-mates in general in my book. He'd be clean, fastidious and incredibly trustworthy while also being a remorselessly gossipy bitch in the know. I feel like he'd be sort of 'fixer' too, though I couldn't tell you why - one of those mates that's just like "Oh, you need x, y, and z? Don't worry about it - I know a guy." ;)

Wrap a Blanket Around - Hodgson! I'd swaddle him tight like a literal baby and rock him off to beddy-byes to the sound of Clair De Lune. I think he'd like that.

Push Off a Cliff - Irving! I've chosen him for just about every other option before - he may as well meet God now!

Set on Fire - Le Vesconte! I'm sorry Dundy, pet, I still haven't forgiven you for the psychic damage you inflicted on my husband. Get singed!

#The Terror #Asks #Ask Game #Friendos! #Sillyposting #So silly #So very very silly

[rosepetalsinwinter]

Meant to Be — Bucky Barnes (3)

Chapter 3 — Ceux Qui Rêvent

Pairing: mafia!bucky x innocent!reader

Word count: 6,170

Summary: Nothing is as it seems. A new character is introduced and her life is altered. Can the girl at least find solace in her dreams?

Note: This chapter was a long time coming! The last half is a dream, so the writing is more abstract. Hope it's easy to follow along! Happy reading! &lt;3 <3

Ao3│Wattpad│Ko-fi

Main Masterlist│Series Masterlist│Series Playlist

Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4

"Alone with thoughts of what should have long been forgotten, I let myself be carried away into the silent screams of delirium."

— Amanda Steele

April 25, 2018

When she was a little girl, she loved to explore her house when it was too hot to play outside. She would hide in the dumbwaiter, scare the unsuspecting maids and cover herself in bubble wrap armour to save her dolls from the horrifying monster who lorded over the living room. There was an adventure to be found in every nook and cranny of the house.

In Vancouver, she had a similar place that helped satisfy her imagination. The Irving K. Barber Learning Centre was a three-minute walk from the bus loop, eight minutes from her Developmental Psychology course and only five minutes from her work. Known as the "Harry Potter Room" for its winding staircase and portrait-plastered walls—it was one of the girl's favourite places on campus, and she often went there to draw. The light streaming from the floor-length windows made it the perfect spot.

It reminded her of home, and while she usually avoided anything related to it, the library in New York held a special place in her heart. Many hours were spent amongst pages detailing great adventures, whether she was fighting Sauron's army on Middle-earth or looking for buried gold in Treasure Island.

It was surprising, then, when it took her a moment too long to recognize her surroundings when she first woke up on a couch, a blanket covering her now-dried form—Dried and clothed.

She shook her head and tried to collect her thoughts. She was on her way to her dorm from the party when... what happened exactly? She remembered salt, the taste of sand in her mouth, and—Oh. Someone had grabbed her. The girl looked around frantically, realizing, with a start, that she wasn't in the Learning Centre as she had initially assumed.

The library was dark, the moon barely illuminating the room in front of her. It gave the space a sinister feel, and she was sure that any second, Lord Voldemort would round the corner with Nagini at his heel and use one of the unforgivable curses on her.

In front of her, however, hidden in the shadows, sat someone far more dangerous than Lord Voldemort; and far more real. The girl had not seen him in five years since she left home and never looked back.

Dressed head to toe in Italian silk, Danial Burgundy sat in a leather armchair in front of the girl, ankles crossed and languidly nursing a cigar. "Welcome home," came his gravelly voice, just as stern and commanding as she remembered.

Home. The word made bile rise in her throat. She was shaking like a leaf and sweating, despite the cold air surrounding her. She fell to her knees on the ground and grabbed the nearest object—an unfortunate potted plant—emptying the contents of her stomach. The sound of her gagging echoed through the large room.

Danial winced sympathetically. "You're a lightweight, I presume?"

The girl closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning, trying to collect her nerves. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and fell back against the couch. Trembling fingers inched the thin blanket back up her shoulders to stop her body from shaking.

"Where am I? What do you want?" Her voice was surprisingly strong, if not a little raspy from disuse and thick from the fear coursing through her body. The girl already knew where she was—there was no mistaking the intricately arched ceiling or the columned walls—but she wasn't sure what she was doing there.

Danial ignored her question, opting to ask one of his own. "Do you realize how much trouble you caused when you ran away?" He didn't sound particularly bothered, only mildly annoyed. "I looked everywhere for you."

"Not hard enough if it took you five years," she murmured, and her snarky remark took them both by surprise. Perhaps the effects of the wine were still running through her body.

Danial gave a short, sarcastic laugh and unbuttoned the top of his suit, loosening his tie. "You are just like your mother."

At the mention of her mother, she couldn't help but whimper. "Where is she?"

Again, Danial ignored her. "You think I'm some fool? Unable to manage my only daughter?"

She shook her head, looking for an opportunity to speak, but her father persisted. "On November 7, 2014, you saw a homeless man in an alley and gave him your coat."

The girl stared. It was cold that day. She herself was shivering under her measly layers, so when she saw an elderly man with only a cardboard box for shelter, she didn't hesitate to give him the clothes off her back. Her dorm was far, and she caught a bad cold that lasted a week, but she never regretted her decision.

"Jace? Was his name Jace? I forget."

"Jason," she whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. "How do you know that?"

Danial laughed humorlessly. "I knew exactly where you were going the second you stepped foot outside of New York. I know that you accelerated your studies and that you took money from my safe. I know all about the week you spent on the streets and how you lied about your age at the shelter."

"No," the girl denied, "that's not possible. I was—"

"What?" her father challenged. "You were careful? Vigilant? Not nearly enough, daughter."

The girl thought of all the contingencies she had so carefully prepared for. Her life was half lived, and for what, when he had found her despite it? "What will you do to me?" she asked.

Danial took a long drag of his cigar, standing up and making his way over to her. "It's not what I'll do. It's what you will do for me."

"I won't do anything for you!" The girl craned her neck to look up at her father. "I want to go home."

He leaned forward and grabbed her chin. "You are home."

Despite her struggle, hot tears still managed to plop down on the carpeted floor. Her lips quivered as she fought the sob threatening to push past her lips.

Danial pursed his lips. "After your brother's passing, I planned to give it all to you."

"I don't want it!" she exclaimed, but her words might as well have been silent because her father completely ignored her.

"I was going to give you everything!" Danial hummed. "Then you left and proved you don't have what it takes."

For the life of her, the girl couldn't understand why her father was telling her all of that. Danial Burgundy owned Manhattan, as well as a sizable chunk of Staten Island. He was a mob boss, using various family businesses as a front for a vast underground smuggling network. He also had many properties all over the world, but she was never inclined toward them.

"George Barnes," her father announced, "is looking to expand."

Indistinctly she recognized the name, having come across it some time in her life. A nondescript shadow flitted through her mind, one with brown hair and an intimidating smile.

"His son is perfect for the job."

The girl frowned when the meaning hit her. Her heart ached at the thought of anyone replacing her brother, even if it was for a less than respectable job. Again, she wondered what any of that had to do with her.

Danial sighed at his daughter's lack of a verbal response. "Eleanor never wanted this for you."

The mention of her mother stopped the girl in her tracks. "What?" she whimpered.

"But I think she would understand at the end of the day that I had no other choice."

"What do you mean?" She was almost afraid to ask.

"George Barnes and I came to an agreement... You are going to marry his son, James."

There was silence, so loud that it would have been unnerving if the girl had not begun to laugh. Her tears came down faster, and she gasped for breath between hysterical sobs and panicked giggles.

"You find this funny, daughter?" Danial asked with a tick in his jaw.

"No," she sobbed.

"No, you don't find this funny?"

"No, I don't want to marry him."

Danial simmered. "Good thing I wasn't asking for your permission then. You will marry James Barnes, daughter."

"I won't marry him," she promised. "I won't! You cannot make me!" There he stood, casually enjoying an imported cigar as her entire world came to an abrupt halt.

Danial merely hummed. "Charming that you think you have a choice in the matter." He sighed deeply. "But I believe you. You get your stubbornness from me."

The girl refused to acknowledge any similarities with her father.

"Dove Myra Rivers," Danial announced after a brief pause. "Pretty name for a pretty girl. Don't you agree? Your mother originally wanted to give you a similar name—did I ever tell you that? But I won in the end, and here we are. It's that stubbornness, you see."

The girl went cold, paling all over, unable to speak or make sense of anything.

"A business major, correct? But you and I both know her real passion lies in music."

The girl's voice was just above a whisper. "How do you know that?"

"She thinks you're at work," he continued, "so she's waiting for you to come home so you can pack up the rest of your things. You were planning to move out over the weekend, weren't you?"

Fresh tears gathered in her eyes as the reality of the situation finally hit her. "No."

"She's very vulnerable right now. Understandable, though, after the night she's had. Wouldn't you say?"

"Father, please."

"If I were her, I wouldn't think to double-check the door—"

"Father."

"—and I definitely wouldn't think to check the coat closet for anybody hiding there."

"Please don't hurt her." Try as she might, all her pleas landed on deaf ears.

"Oh, I don't want to. Believe me." He squat down to her height, elbows on his knees and a solemn expression on his face. "But if you leave me no other choice..." he trailed off, the implication clear.

"No," she whispered.

"Yes," came his reply.

"Father, don't. Please." Her voice shook, and her breath hitched.

"Tell me you will marry him," Danial demanded, confident that he had worn her down.

"No!" she shook her head.

"Tell me!" he shouted. "Now!"

"I don't want to! Please, don't make me."

"I need an answer, daughter."

"I'll do anything else," she pleaded. "Anything but this."

The telltale sound of an incoming call stopped the rest of her ramblings. Danial stood straight and answered his phone. "Ah!" he exclaimed after putting the device to his ear. "She's getting a drink of water from the kitchen. Seems as good a time as any. Won't you say?"

"You don't have to do this." Her voice was a whisper. Fear laced her features. She did not know her father to be a liar.

"Oh, but I do. Tell me, will you behave, or will you make me sin tonight?"

Her body tensed, and she shut her eyes, wanting to disappear. Wanting to wake up only to find that the entire night had been a cruel nightmare. What wouldn't she give for all this to be some dream?

"It will only take one word to seal your friend's fate. Either a "yes" from you, or a "now" from me."

The girl's form visibly deflated, along with her resolve. This was the last thing she wanted. The reason she never let herself close to anyone. Dove had been an anomaly. She came into the girl's life like a storm and whisked her off her feet. Forced her to let some of her guard down and be vulnerable.

She never should have let Dove close to her.

"Don't make me choose for you, daughter. I really rather not."

"Yes," she concurred. There was nothing else to be done. She wouldn't have cared much if only her life was at stake. But she could not put her friend in danger.

"Yes?"

"Yes, I'll do it," the girl said evenly. "I will marry James Barnes."

Danial's lips stretched into a smirk, quirking slightly at the corners. "Leave her be," he spoke into the phone, promptly ending the call. He took another long drag of his smoke, blowing black clouds onto the girl's face. "Good choice, daughter."

The house was just as she remembered it. A sleek pebbled driveway led to large marble columns and an uninviting door. Big and intimidating. For the past five years she had been gone, not one thing had changed. Almost five acres of land that housed her entire childhood stood as arrogantly as it did when it was first erected.

A circular driveway with a fountain decorated the middle, surrounded by grounds on both sides. Trimmed hedges and meticulously placed decorations gave the hundred-year-old mansion a more modern feel. The marble and stone were a welcome contrast to the even older trees lining the property—trees the girl spent the first half of her life climbing with her brother.

The fenced property, where she used to find comfort, was now a cesspool for all the nightmares that followed her from her dreams. She ran away because she didn't feel safe, but now, the adage "time heals all wounds" became blatantly refuted when she felt her heart weep in pain. Cuts that had long since been closed, reopened, and all the feelings she had kept at bay, dreading the moment they resurfaced, came rushing back with such swiftness that she was left winded.

It felt all too real now. The weight of the situation drooped the girl's shoulders. She fought against the hold on her arm, grabbing onto the sofa, but her father's men were huge, and it took only one of them to drag her out of the study.

She dug her feet into the marble of the foyer—anything to delay the inevitable. "No!" she screamed, and her father merely rolled his eyes as if she were some toddler throwing a tantrum. All her efforts were futile.

The inside of the house dripped with wealth. Crystal sculptures and priceless paintings adorned the walls—as if the outside were not blatant enough, and one needed an additional reminder of the wealth the Burgundys had.

There was a time when she was ignorant of her family's wealth. It wasn't until the girl was sleeping on the streets and eating out of dumpsters that she understood how privileged she was—even if it was at the expense of others.

Now, being towed past the white hallway, all the girl could see was red. The blood of all those her family had wronged stained the walls and seeped into the floor.

A portrait decorated the hallway. The girl, her parents, and her brother, fourteen years younger, with bright smiles on their faces. She remembered the day they had posed for it—a week before her brother's birthday, only a month before his death.

He was so handsome.

With a silent sob, she looked away.

At some point, her legs stopped resisting the forward pull, and she let "Barton," as her father called him, take her to the second floor.

When they passed her mother's room, the girl craned her neck to peek in, but was pushed unceremoniously down the hall and through a door before she could see anything of value. It was dark, and she tripped on the carpet, falling to her knees.

Her father's shadow loomed over her, blocking what little light had managed to escape from the hall. "Use the day to rest and get yourself reacquainted," he suggested. "We'll talk tomorrow."

The girl looked down at his feet, glaring at the size ten Italian Leather, wanting—but knowing she could never be courageous enough—to spit on it.

Her father turned to her with one foot out of the door. "And I don't think I need to remind you what's at stake here, do I?"

"You mean, who?" she wanted to retort. Instead, she shook her head. "No."

And he left, locking the door behind him, leaving the girl in complete darkness for the second time in her life.

"Why do you work for him?" she asked the french girl drawing her a bath.

"I needed a job, and Mr. Burgundy needed a maid."

"But don't you know what he does? How dangerous he is?"

Fleur, the french girl, tsked in annoyance before sighing and softening considerably. "Girls," she started in a heavy accent, "who know how to keep their mouth shut are in big demand—strip, chérie."

The girl waited for Fleur to turn away before taking off her clothes and submerging herself in the scalding water. "I kept my mouth shut," she murmured sadly.

From the moment they met, Fleur made it her mission to prepare the girl for her upcoming nuptials. She said nothing when she walked in to find the girl hunched over the toilet seat, sobbing and heaving uncontrollably. She merely squared her shoulders, cleaned the unfortunate mess and sent the girl to rest with a cold pack and a bottle of Pepto-Bismol.

Fleur hummed. "Not tight enough, maybe?"

The girl guffawed, settling deeper into the water. "I guess not."

Despite her rough exterior, Fleur had a soft heart, which was apparent by the sweet names she gave the girl.

"Oh, ma chérie, where were you just now?" Fleur asked as she massaged the girl's scalp with a floral-smelling shampoo. "Dunk." The girl submerged her hair in the water and vigorously shook her head to wash away the suds.

"Nowhere," she distractedly replied when she re-emerged. "Fleur? How did you get to New York all the way from France?"

"Ah! You are curious?" Fleur questioned.

"Oui," the girl nodded.

"Some things are better left in the past. Are you sure?"

The girl said nothing.

"Très bien. I am from Marseille," Fleur began. You know it?"

"Oui," the girl replied. "It's a port city in the south."

Fleur hummed in satisfaction. "I grew up in the... how you say? L'orphelinat?"

"An orphanage?" the girl supplied.

"Oui, orphanage," said Fleur.

"So, you have no parents?" the girl asked.

"I have parents," Fleur said with a nod. "They just did not want me."

"I'm sorry," said the girl.

"Non, don't apologize. Mama wanted me, and Papa didn't. I was a... They were not married. Papa was rich, and Mama was not.

"Dunk," Fleur commanded, and the girl submerged herself in the water, washing away the conditioner.

"I was seven when she gave me to l'orphelinat. I began working as a maid when I turned sixteen and married when I was seventeen."

"Seventeen? But you were just a child!" the girl exclaimed.

"Non," said Fleur. "I stopped being a child long before that. I was a woman when I married."

"But... you're so young!" the girl exclaimed, lightly skimming a finger over Fleur's left hand. "And you don't wear a ring."

"I am twenty-six. That is not too young for me," replied Fleur. "And there is no ring because I am not married anymore," Fleur replied.

"Who was he?" the girl asked after a brief pause.

"The youngest son of the family I worked for, only two years older. He was a writer. Mon Dieu the most beautiful I ever saw. He had a way with words no one else did and made the most beautiful poetry." Fleur's words softened towards the end of her sentence as she became lost in memories.

"Did you love him?" the girl asked with a smile.

"Non, not at all," Fleur replied nonchalantly with a shake of her head. "Maybe in the beginning. He was mean and liked to punch walls. And when drunk, he liked to punch me."

The girl gasped, surprised at the turn Fleur's love story had taken. Her heart hurt for sweet Fleur, who was only a few years older than the girl. "Fleur."

"He kept me secret for many months, until he couldn't anymore." Fleur continued sadly.

"Why couldn't he keep you a secret anymore?" the girl asked hesitantly, though she suspected she already knew the answer.

Fleur began brushing the girl's wet hair with gentleness—the girl suspected—that only came prior to delivering heartbreaking news. "I was almost five months when I found out. He was the first person I told... and the last."

She knew where the story went from there. She just knew. The grief in Fleur's eyes, the deep sadness in her movements, could only hint at a single outcome. "Fleur?"

"Turns out, falling two flights of stairs," Fleur answered, "is very dangerous for unborn babies."

The girl turned her head and kissed the hand near her shoulder, grasping it tightly to provide Fleur with some strength. She could not begin to imagine the grief that came from losing a child. If it were anything close to losing a brother, then she wouldn't wish it on anyone.

"That's when Mr. B—When Mr. Burgundy found me," Fleur continued after a deep breath. "He promised me a job in exchange for my discretion. I've been with him ever since."

The girl absently ran a loofah over her chest and shoulders, taking in Fleur's story, looking for a silver lining. She found none.

"Do you..." the girl hesitated before asking.

"Go on," Fleur encouraged.

"Do you think you will ever love again?" the girl asked meekly.

"Oui," Fleur replied without hesitation. "I will always keep my heart open."

"I don't think I'll ever be in love, Fleur," the girl whispered.

Fleur drained the tub and passed the girl a bathrobe. They entered her closet, filled with clothes she didn't want and wouldn't wear. The girl picked out the least ostentatious pyjamas she could find and made her way to where Fleur was looking out the bay window.

The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, admiring the expansive trees lining the property.

"I don't want to marry him, Fleur," the girl confessed, internally wincing when her voice cracked.

Fleur sighed and enveloped her in a warm hug. "I know, ma chérie. I know."

April 26, 2018

It was just past three when she opened her eyes with a groan, trying for the past few hours to fall asleep. The sheets were too scratchy, the air too stuffy, and the house too silent. She missed her tiny two-bedroom dorm that she could barely afford, and her neighbour who stayed up late complaining to her mother about her "no good boyfriend who could never keep a job." The girl missed being woken up by Dove in the mornings because she was so tired after her shift that she couldn't make it to her room. Her entire body would ache, but it reminded her that she was real. Alive.

There was nothing to ground her in the empty shell of a house she was now living in.

Her room remained unchanged, with the same floral wallpaper lining the walls and the little dents in the wood that displayed her height throughout the years. All her jewelry, makeup and little trinkets were precisely where she had left them. But she felt restless instead of finding comfort in the little things or revelling in the familiarity.

Her feet carried her towards her door, which she opened slowly, surprised to find no one standing guard outside. A walk ought to clear her mind, she thought, as she perused the hall. The slate flooring was cold under her bare feet, so she walked on her tip toes instead, stepping on bits of soft carpet whenever some appeared.

She stopped outside a familiar brown door with a black handle. Her hand reached for it, but she hesitated. The light was off, and it was late. Her mother must be sleeping, and the girl didn't want to wake her. She could see her in the morning when her father wasn't around.

She continued walking, letting a finger trail the wall as she went downstairs.

The house was silent and eerily so. People always seemed to be hovering around the property when she was younger, taking over the kitchen and the living room, even in the dead of night, when her little feet pattered down the stairs after a bad dream, looking for her "Papa."

She hadn't known back then what the men were there for—she never even asked. Their existence was as normal to her as the simplest of mundane things. She never thought to question it. And so, finding the house empty now brought a chill to her spine. It started from her toes and spilled into her eyes, creating fat droplets.

The girl wiped her face and made her way to the kitchen, using the side entrance to leave. She walked barefoot across the drive, past the fountain and towards the garden, where her mother's azaleas inhabited a sizable portion of the lawn.

Her red azaleas were surrounded by many other of her prized possessions; blue Windflowers, Snapdragons, as well as some daisies and orchids. The girl leaned in closer for a smell. In her proximity, she realized the horrible state of the flowers. They were wilted and weak, drooped disgracefully in front of her.

Her mouth dropped open in shock. Was Eleanor Burgundy aware of the state of her precious garden? Surely not. From what the girl could remember, her mother took a special interest in her flowers and didn't even let the gardener near them. She would wake up before dawn to water them. Then why were they in such a state?

In danger of going crazy from the contemplation, the girl shook away any worrying thoughts and walked farther from the house. Her eyes were obviously playing tricks on her.

"Stop it," she chastised herself when more negative thoughts threatened to invade the silence. She was soon distracted, however, by a large, imposing tree a few minutes' walk from the flower garden.

The girl craned her neck to take in the hefty treehouse perched underneath the canopy of the small forest. There it stood, her adolescent escape, in all its glory, just as it did years ago.

"It's still here?" Her awed whisper lost itself in the wind as she mindlessly grabbed the wooden planks nailed into the tree and hauled herself up. She didn't know if she would fit through the door. Hell, she wasn't even sure if the wood would hold under her weight, but she could think nothing of it as she climbed higher and higher, until she stood up on the balcony-like platform encircling the entire structure.

"One, three, one, two," she whispered, knocking lightly on the wood.

If she closed her eyes, she could almost hear her brother's reply, "Thee may enter," in exaggerated Shakespearean. He always was the more dramatic of the two.

The girl ducked her head to accommodate for the low ceiling and entered, tensing slightly when the floor creaked under her. It was dark, and the only light came from the large window on the right, overlooking the house. She grabbed a flashlight from the table near the entrance giving it a try, not expecting it to work.

With the space suitably illuminated, the girl took in her surroundings. Books piled high in one corner, Beanbags, one blue, one purple, in the other. Mountains of blankets spread all over the floor, with model cars scattered all over.

"Oh, God."

A barbie was sitting in one of the larger cars, and the girl bent down to examine it. She ran the light over the button of the toy car, looking for something. When she found it, she let the car drop from her hands and jerked away from the object.

"No." The girl rubbed her eyes and continued with her exploration. She went to the window and looked out, letting the soft breeze cool her burning face. Her left hand wrapped tightly around the flashlight while her right idly traced patterns on the bottom sill.

Left and right, left and right, she went until her pointer snagged on the edge of something. She bent down to inspect, using the light to find an engraving etched into the wood. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to make sense of it. A pair of initials, surrounded by a jagged heart. B plus B. B plus... She didn't remember carving this, but one of the B's must have stood for Burgundy. And the other? If she hadn't etched this, then her brother was the culprit, and perhaps the second B stood for a friend.

But what sort of friend? A girlfriend? Her brother was only twelve when he... and well, he hadn't ever mentioned a girl to her before.

"What the hell?" The girl plopped down on one of the beanbags, freezing momentarily, before sinking in deeper when she realized it was blue. She needed to come to terms with the possibility that perhaps she didn't know her brother as well as she thought. That, maybe, she didn't know anything.

She pulled one of the blankets up around her shoulders, sighing at the warmth it provided. Slowly, but surely, she felt herself drifting away, felt her eyelids get heavier and heavier as every second passed. The last thing she saw before she became dead to the world was her brother's name, written in black ink on the bottom of a large toy car.

She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't even drink water, not when their chef made her favourite pancakes, not even when her little tummy grumbled and groaned in response. Her mother was worried, though her father was not. She told them she was on a hunger strike until they promised to keep her brother home. It was non-negotiable, she said. She would do it all day, she promised.

She didn't last very long. By lunch, her brother had coaxed her to take "Just a small bite" of the chocolate éclairs their chef made that morning. One bite turned into two, two into three, until the siblings finished the entire batch of éclairs and were sprawled on the treehouse floor, rolling around, giggling, and holding onto their full stomachs.

It was tradition for the Burgundy men to attend Le Rosey, the world-renowned Swiss boarding school. Her brother had finally turned eight years old, and it was time for him to fulfil the family legacy. He would leave home as a little boy and return as a young man, ready to take over his father's business.

And though it was not traditional, as his own sister had stayed home with a private tutor when they were younger, Danial decided to send his daughter to Le Rosey as well. Only, the youngest Burgundy was an impatient little thing and did not want to be separated from her dear brother even for a few days, much less four years.

Nothing her mother said managed to calm the little girl. "He'll visit us during holidays," she promised. "We'll go to Switzerland to see him," she swore. "You'll be so busy with your friends that you won't miss him."

And her mother was right, save for one thing. She never once stopped missing him.

In a few months' time, when her father and brother got in a car on their way to the airport, the girl's five-year-old heart broke at the sight of her older brother, her best friend, through the tinted windows of a Cadillac Escalade. His hand flat against the interior as he looked out at her with a sad frown on his face.

"Take me with you!"

The girl ran with the car as fast as her short legs could carry her before being scooped into the warm arms of her mother, who whispered reassurances into her hair and kissed her tear-ridden face.

Her mother was right. Her brother visited them during holidays, as did they, and though he had changed—became confident and self-assured—he was the same as he had always been. Funny, animated, and oh-so caring. She missed him more every day.

But life kept her busy. Four years passed in the blink of an eye. And if the girl knew the fate that awaited them after her brother's twelfth birthday? She would've appreciated every second more, committed it all to memory.

His frown, the crease between his brows whenever he was concentrating—all his little quirks would've been fresh in her mind. Instead, she felt him slowly wash away like watercolour from between the ridges of her brain.

She could no longer remember his smile.

Her family had just taken a picture together. Mr. Burgundy planned to hand it in the main hallway for everyone to see. Her brother was home for the summer; his birthday was just in a week.

"It's going to be an extra special year. I can just feel it."

"How do you know?"

"You're joining me in September, aren't you? That's how I know."

She had met death that day. Stalking them, dressed as hope and longing, deceiving them with his glamour that all was well; like he hadn't huddled them into a corner, waiting for his chance to pounce. Death was also patient, it seemed.

After the cake cutting, the brother and sister camped out in the treehouse, under a fort of blankets—surrounded by sugary sweets and salty chips—and he told her a story.

She didn't believe him then—How could she? It seemed impossible.

She had laughed at him. "It's a story. It's not real."

"It is a story, but it is real." he shrugged nonchalantly, like it didn't really matter if she believed him. As if it would change the truth. "I knew you wouldn't believe me." And they later passed out from exhaustion, their fingers still sticky with sugar.

Her heart was pounding, and her breath was ragged. Where was she now? Images flashed behind her eyes before slowly settling on one. Something was covering her eyes until it wasn't. Her brother stood in front of her, hands bound and with a smile on his face. Her own features were contorted with fear.

"Believe me now?" he asked.

The girl nodded and blinked away her tears. She did. "I do." The story he told her on his birthday had been true, and confirmed mere minutes ago.

Her brother positioned his knee and lowered his hand in a swiping motion, easily breaking his binds. The girl flinched at the suddenness, but he merely laughed. "Amateurs."

"How did you do that?"

"Le Rosey," he answered, producing a small knife from his back pocket. "I took martial arts there." He released her hands. "You'll learn too when you join me next month. Papa will make you."

Like straight out of a movie, the scene in front of her changed, and darkness surrounded her once more. This time the girl's screams echoed through the room when yet another light shattered. Deafening sounds bounced through the space, making her cry at every movement. A flash of light—illuminating a figure around her—then dark once again.

She clutched her brother's limp body in her small arms, shaking him periodically and willing him to open his eyes. His dirt-ridden face and slack jaw presented themselves to her in the most horrifying manner whenever the overhead light landed on him. Though try as she might, she could not look away.

"Wake up," she told him. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" And for the first time in her life, her brother ignored her, lying limply in her arms as she shook him periodically, willing him to open his eyes.

Someone yanked her. "Let's go!"

"No!" she screamed as loud as her tiny frame could muster. "Not without him!"

"Come on, he's right behind us, kid." And she was whisked away despite her protests. "Pretend it's just a dream."

"It's just a dream," she repeated, covering her ears with her hands. "It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream."

She kept chanting the same thing over and over again, even after the building behind them engulfed itself in angry blue flames. "It's just a dream," after her father grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him as he frantically asked if she was okay. "It's just a dream," while she cowered in the car on her way home. "It's just a dream," as she was rocked back and forth, safe in her mother's arms, but forever without a brother.

"It's just a dream," after she woke with a gasp, wiping her tear-stricken face as reality slammed into her. The girl shuffled around to peer out the bright window at the call of her name.

"Miss!" shouted a guard from the ground. "Mr. Burgundy will see you now."

She shook the lingering remnants of the nightmare away and made her way down on shaky legs. There was no point in beating around the bush. When Mr. Burgundy called, people bent over backwards to answer. And it was her turn.

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Tributes of the 74th Hunger Games

DISCLAIMER: This is not my attempt at asserting anything about the canon version of events and characters. Instead, this is a reference list for my Hunger Games fic Holding Bright, which is an AU! Meaning that there are two major changes you will see in this list: (1) the District 12 tributes are Madge and Gale, and (2) Madge is 18 instead of 16. Also, it is my headcanon that Madge is short for Marigold :)

The list is divided by district, with the male tribute first, followed by the female tribute. The numbers next to each tribute's name is their age at the time of the reaping. Under the Read More are some of my thoughts on how I decided on certain names

District 1

Marvel Grant, 18

Glimmer Lewis, 18

District 2

Cato Nowak, 18

Clove Kentwell, 18

District 3

Milo Turner, 16

Alanna Singh, 13

District 4

Hurley Duran, 18

Adriana Cruz, 17

District 5

Nate Begaye, 13

Finch Irving, 16

District 6

Ivan Campbell, 15

Dola Berg, 15

District 7

Sawyer Kipp, 14

Harper Grimshaw, 16

District 8

Dennis Reid, 15

Callie Hewitt, 17

District 9

Bartley Young, 17

Dawn Nguyen, 16

District 10

Colton Chan, 17

Blanca Felix, 14

District 11

Thresh Anderson, 18

Rue Baxter, 12

District 12

Gale Hawthorne, 18

Marigold Undersee, 18

Alanna's given name is a reference to famous mathematician and computer scientist Alan Turing. Milo's surname is an even more low key reference to him as well (aka I got a little lazy lol)

My thought process to come up with a name related to D3's industry: kilowatt -> kilo -> Milo

In the books, but even more so the movies, D4 is sort of Irish-coded (which doesn't really make sense because the East Coast is much more well known for having Irish-Americans than the West Coast but oh well), so for Hurley's first name I chose an Irish name

However, based on the map of Panem, I headcanon that D4 has a good amount of Latino influence (though I think D10 even more so): because of this, Hurley's surname + Adriana's full name are all Spanish-language names

I also chose the name Adriana because it sounds like Adriatic Sea, tying her into D4's industry

I went along with popular fanon that Foxface's first name is Finch

Because he's from D5 (power), Nate's first name comes from alternating current -> alternate -> Nate

D5 takes up almost all of current-day Arizona + a good amount of Utah + parts of Nevada and New Mexico. Because of this, I think D5 has a lot of descendants of the current-day Navajo people, so I gave him a sort of common Navajo surname

Ivan's name contains the word "van", and Dola's name is a bastardization of the word "gondola" because I wanted things sort of related to transportation lol 😅

D6 partially encompasses Minnesota, which has a ton of Scandinavian-Americans, so I gave Dola a Scandinavian surname

Sawyer's first name means "woodcutter". His surname is of Blackfeet origin

D8's tributes have names that sound like words related to their industry: Dennis sounds like "denim", and Callie is from "calico"

I made up the name Bartley because it sounds like "barley"

Colton's first name has the word "colt" in it, tying him into D10's industry of livestock. His surname, as well as Blanca's full name, are Spanish-language names due to D10 being in present-day Texas and Mexico

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #gale hawthorne #madge undersee #rue thg #cato thg #clove thg #glimmer thg #thresh thg #marvel thg #thg #holding bright #my thg/hb meta #my post. #ocs #long post.

[chanselysees]

Keeping track of every dice song sung by 5sos on their 5 seconds of summer show tour 💘 (none of the videos are mine, except, god willing, the paris one!)

(7/19) Buenos Aires N1: Heartache on the Big Screen (1) (7/20) Buenos Aires N2: Voodoo Doll (1) (7/23) Rio de Janeiro: If You Don't Know (1) (7/25) São Paulo: Heartache on the Big Screen (2) (7/27) Santiago: If You Don't Know (2) (7/30) Bogotá: If You Don't Know (3) (8/01) Lima: Show Canceled

(8/10) Uncasville, CT: Heartbreak Girl (1) (8/12) Boston, MA N1: Wrapped Around Your Finger (1) (8/13) Boston, MA N2: English Love Affair (1) (8/15) Toronto, ON: Voodoo Doll (2) (8/16) Clarkston, MI: Wrapped Around Your Finger (2) (8/18) Bristow, VA: If You Don't Know (4) (8/19) Philadelphia, PA: If You Don't Know (5) (8/21) New York City, NY: Voodoo Doll (3) (8/23) Chicago, IL: Voodoo Doll (4) (8/25) Cuyahoga Falls, OH: Heartache on the Big Screen (3) (8/26) Cincinnati, OH: Wrapped Around Your Finger (3) (8/28) Minneapolis, MN: Heartbreak Girl (2) (8/30) Indianapolis, IN: Heartache on the Big Screen (4) (9/01) Franklin, TN: Heartache on the Big Screen (5) (9/02) Alpharetta, GA: Wrapped Around Your Finger (4) (9/03) Raleigh, NC: If You Don't Know (6) (9/06) Hollywood, FL: Voodoo Doll (5) (9/09) The Woodlands, TX: English Love Affair (2) (9/10) Irving, TX: If You Don't Know (7) (9/13) Phoenix, AZ: Wrapped Around Your Finger (5) (9/14) Inglewood, CA: Heartbreak Girl (3)

(9/23) Lisbon: English Love Affair (3) (9/24) Madrid: Wrapped Around Your Finger (6) (9/26) Assago: Voodoo Doll (6) (9/27) Stuttgart: If You Don't Know (8) (9/28) Düsseldorf: Heartbreak Girl (4) (9/30) Laeken: If You Don't Know (9) (10/01) Amsterdam: Voodoo Doll (7) (the boys' pick) (10/03) Glasgow: English Love Affair (4) (10/04) Manchester: Voodoo Doll (8) (10/05) London: English Love Affair (5) (10/07) Esch-sur-Alzette: Heartbreak Girl (5) (10/08) Paris: Wrapped Around Your Finger (7) (and i took that personally)

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos show #idk if someones doing this already but i just wanted to do this for myself #i'll keep it updated after each show! #wrapped around your finger is still safe but GOD when it finally happens...... you wont hear from me for 4 business days #5sosdice

[wasted-women]

ROUND 1 BRACKET LISTINGS

Welcome to Round 1 of the Wasted Woman Poll, the tournament to see which fridged woman deserved better!

Thank you everyone for your patience for Round 1 to begin. Now that the semester is over, I finished the list of match-ups for the Round 1 bracket.

There were 89 contestants for this tournament. Anyone familiar with tournaments knows that it doing a 89-contestant, single-elimination tournament would be annoying. Rather than cutting out 25 contestants to make it a 64-contestant tournament, I opted to use the format of a 64-contestant tournament, just with some of the poll in Round 1 (a majority of them, actually) being three-way polls with a single winner rather than solely two-way polls. So out of the 89 contestants going into Round 1, only 32 will go on to Round 2. Many of the listings in Round 1 will be characters from the same series going against each other, so that the future rounds will be more varied.

The tournament will be split into 4 sets of 8 polls each, with every poll running for a whole link. Below the cut will be the list of match-ups for each set and when the polls will premiere.

If there are any mistakes at all (spelling, if a character appears twice, if the media someone is listed under is incorrect, etc.) please let me know! I did double-check it, but I'm only human so errors do happen.

ROUND 1A (Will be queued to be posted on Tuesday, December 26th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Jiang Yanli (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Wen Qing (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Qin Su (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Trisha Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies) vs. Madam Lan (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa v3) vs. Kuina Shimotsuki (One Piece) vs. Akane Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph)

Maiya Hisau (Fate/Zero) vs. Four Masamune (Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam) vs. Safu (No. 6)

Sherry Polnareff (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders) vs. Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Maria Robotnik (Sonic) vs. Captain Molly (Sonic X)

Serena, Rin, and Ruri Kurosaki (Yu-Gi-Oh!! Arc V) vs. Cyndia Crawford (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters) vs. Amber (Pokemon)

Rachel Bronev (Professor Layton) vs. Anna Irving (Tales of Symphonia) vs. Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)

ROUND 1B (Will be queued to be posted on Thursday, December 28th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Storm (Warriors: Dawn of the Clans) vs. Bumble (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats) vs. Bright Stream (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats)

Spottedleaf (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins) vs. Brindleface (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins)

Sky Young (Arcane: League of Legends) vs. Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY) vs. Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Lisa Tepes (Castlevania: Symphony of the Night) vs. Sara Trantoul (Castlevania: Lament of Innocence) vs. Julia Belmont (Castlevania: Nocturne)

Beru Lars (Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope) vs. Padme Amidala (Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith) vs. Satine Kryze (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) vs. Tasha Yar (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Bill Potts (Doctor Who) vs. Freya (BBC Merlin) vs. Mary Watson (BBC Sherlock)

Jessica Moore (Supernatural) vs. Mary Winchester (Supernatural) vs. Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

ROUND 1C (Will be queued to be posted on Saturday, December 30th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Allison Argent (Teen Wolf) vs. Jenny Calendar (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Amber Volakis (House M.D.)

Lady Marian (Robin Hood 2006) vs. Irene Adler (Sherlock Homes: A Game of Shadows) vs. Belle Gold (Once Upon a Time)

Tara Maclay (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Mako Mori (Pacific Rim) vs. Daenerys Targareon (Game of Thrones)

Cordelia Chase (Angel) vs. Darla (Angel) vs. Winifried "Fred" Burkle (Angel)

Julia Johnson (Walker) vs. Andrea Cantillo (Breaking Bad) vs. Lyanna Stark (Game of Thrones)

Kathy Stabler (Law and Order) vs. Joss Carter (Person of Interest) vs. Shannon Diaz (9-1-1)

Eo (Red Rising) vs. Evi Kholin (The Stormlight Archive) vs. Teresa Moreno (Sharpe)

Julia McCullough & Sarah Borden (The Prestige) vs. Rachel Dawes (The Dark Knight)

ROUND 1D (Will be queued to be posted on Monday, January 1st between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Laurel Lance (Arrow) vs. Vanessa Carlysle (Deadpool 2) vs. Eudora Patch (The Umbrella Academy)

Gamora (Avengers: Infinity War) vs. Natalia Romanoff / Black Widow (Avengers: Endgame) vs. Jane Foster (Thor: Love and Thunder)

Magda (X-Men: Apocalypse) vs. Frigga (Thor) vs. May Parker (Spider-Man: No Way Home)

Jean Grey (X-Men comics) vs. Jean Grey (X-Men: The Last Stand)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man comics) vs. Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man 2)

Karen Page (Daredevil comics) vs. Holly Granger / Hawk (Teen Titans comics) vs. Mary-Jo Altman (Young Avengers comics)

Martha Wayne (Batman comics) vs. Sarah Essen Gordon (Batman comics) vs. Stephanie Brown (Batman comics)

Alexandra DeWitt (Green Lantern comics) vs. Sue Dibny (Justice League: Identity Crisis) vs. Lois Lane (Injustice: Gods Among Us)

#wasted women poll #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #round 1

[hrokkall]

Had to check and its been ~3 months since my last canonical ask (forgot to sign one)

Sooo how we thinking about Irving and the Scrybes interacting? Like it makes sense they would've done so but also Wild innit

-🥊

Oh it’s absolutely WILD to me, especially because I cannot imagine Irving would get along with any of them. He’d appreciate their devotion to the game, sure—no problem with them whining about reassignments, so less work for him—but… they’re still The Scrybes From Inscryption. He’d get annoyed with Magnificus’s insistence on “perfection” (which, in Irving’s eyes, is completely inconsequential but he knows better than to tell Magnificus he doesn’t know what he’s talking about), frustrated with Leshy’s pedantic mannerisms (though at least Leshy keeps to himself), irked by P03’s not-so-hidden intent to bring all of Inscryption somewhere else beyond the Gameworks, and Grimora… honestly I think he’d just find Grimora unnerving.

The James Cobb situation must have happened pretty early on in Inscryption’s development though—I can’t imagine that Irving would be able to send anyone in or out once the floppy disk had been buried (not to mention that Leshy had taken over during that point, putting yet another barrier in addition to the several feet of dirt).

Inscryption to me seems like the one corner of the Gameworks universe that no one really wants to talk about, they’ve just heard absolutely bonkers rumors about the people there and have to suppress a shudder. Except the rumors are 100% true and oftentimes worse because no one in Inscryption can behave.

#re: inbox #re: anon #🥊 anon #APPARENTLY I SAVED THIS AS A DRAFT INSTEAD OF POSTING OOPS so sorry 🥊 Anon; good to see you! #Hrokkall Sketch

[umbry-fic]

Heart Beats

Summary: She counts the steady beats of his heart, and promises to always protect him.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters: Colette Brunel Relationships: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving Rating: G Word Count: 1721 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 12/11/2023

Notes: A short fic written to Heart Rate ♯0822.

~~~

The first time Colette had listened to the steady thump of Lloyd’s heart had been, like most things, an accident.

She’d gone to visit him, treading carefully through the familiar forest path, a basket of her grandmother’s cookies held tightly in hand. Her gaze had been trained on the ground, on the lookout for any pebbles or stray twigs that could spell disaster. It had been one of the rare days that she’d been allowed to leave the Church before the sun had sunk beneath the horizon, and she’d been determined not to ruin it, eager to share the promise of delectable treats with her best friend after a long, draining day of memorising scriptures.

He’d been sitting on the river bank, kicking his feet in the river’s gentle waters when she’d emerged from the forest. At the sight of his russet eyes widening and a grin spreading across his face as he’d jumped to his feet, all thoughts of caution had fled her mind, and she’d rushed towards him with an answering smile, the fatigue draining from her body.

Time and time again, she forgot just how slippery the logs bridging the two sides of the river were.

Somehow, he managed to prevent her from falling face-first into the water, the two of them slamming into the dirt with a rather loud thud.

All the air having been driven from her lungs, she simply lay still, her head resting on solid warmth as strands of gold pooled around her. Her ear pressed against Lloyd’s chest, she could hear his beating heart, the sound echoing in her ears. He didn’t move an inch either, likely staring up at the wide blue sky as he nursed what had to be an aching pain at the back of his head.

For a moment, there was nothing in the world but the two of them, and the steady thumps, continuing ever onwards to a regular rhythm. It was strangely alluring - she felt as if she could close her eyes and lose herself in this sound, one she had never considered before now.

“Ow,” he’d mumbled, breaking the strange spell that had fallen over her. In an instant, they had scrambled to their feet, a callused hand offered to help her up. She would apologise for the fall and the broken cookies, and he would tell her there was no need to, and the incident would completely slip his mind.

But still, she mulled over it.

~~~

“Press two fingers to the other person’s wrist as I demonstrated just now. You should be able to feel their pulse,” Professor Raine instructed.

The classroom bustled with activity, students leaning over to whisper in their friend’s ear as notes were discreetly passed from desk to desk. Professor Raine had decided to hold a lesson on basic first aid, having declared that just because she was the only one in the room that could actually use healing artes did not mean that learning “such important life skills” was useless.

“Here! You can check mine!” Lloyd grinned, stretching out his arm so it was at just the right height.

Furrowing her brows in concentration, Colette did as Professor Raine had instructed. Two fingers pressed to the wrist at a certain spot…

“Oh! I can feel it!” she gasped in delight, concentrating once more to count the beats in her head.

1, 2, 3, 4…

~~~

It became something of a habit. Whenever she could, she’d find some way to count the beats of his heart. When he slid his hand into hers, for just a moment, she would shift her fingers to press against where his pulse leapt against his skin. The few times he’d noticed, blinking at her with confusion in his eyes, she’d flushed and averted her gaze, mumbling an excuse of practising what Professor Raine had taught them.

How could she explain when she struggled to understand it herself? His heartbeat, strong and steady, was intimately tied to his life. So long as one continued, so too would the other. It was a reassurance that he was still here, by her side, his presence enough to make her forget, for just a bit, the duty she carried.

She couldn’t possibly tell him how terrified she was that one day, she would lose him. Whether she succeeded or failed to regenerate the world, she would have no choice but to leave him behind, and she would never listen to the beating of his heart again. And if she failed, then the world would slip closer to ruin, and that steady sound may finally falter. That was the one thing she could not bear, the one thing she could not let pass.

Clinging tightly to each beat of his heart as they gave her the strength to carry on… She could never tell him why.

Yet he did not prod her for a reason, even when she would press her ear to his chest whenever they lay down on the gentle inclines by Lloyd’s home. Even without her feeble excuses, he had come to accept this strange habit of hers. And in the quiet moments after a long day, he would open his arms to her and she would snuggle close, keeping pace under her breath.

1, 2, 3, 4…

70 beats a minute, just as Professor Raine had explained once in science class.

And as she listened to that soothing rhythm that could calm the storm of hidden emotions that raged within her, she knew that her own rhythm was syncing with his. Lulling her into a peaceful safety, where nothing could hurt her.

He was one of the lives that she had born to save. A life that would flourish so long as she gave hers up.

Surely, it would be worth it.

~~~

“Colette?”

Lloyd turned at the sound of her footsteps against the rough rock of the mountains, deafeningly loud to her ears. Above him, the moon hung high in the sky, not a single cloud present to stop its light from washing the shabby roofs of Hima in liquid silver. Beside it, the Tower of Salvation rose into the heavens.

Averting her gaze from the sight and trying her best to suppress the shudder that ran down her spine, she took the hand Lloyd had instinctually offered, heart clenching at the worry swimming in his gaze.

Can… I… She traced the words on his palm with care, biting her lip.

Before she could even finish the sentence, he had pulled her close, letting his chin come to rest atop her head. It was a position they’d been in countless times before, yet the knowledge that this would be the last time she would ever know his embrace hung over her head, grief threatening to tear her fragile heart apart. Turning her head to rest her cheek against him, she closed her eyes, letting that familiar rhythm drown out all else.

She could almost pretend they were back in Iselia, the Journey of Regeneration but a far-away thought as they drifted off to sleep on grassy knolls, dirt staining their clothes from the unfortunate tumble they’d taken when she’d tripped over empty air again.

1, 2, 3, 4…

“Of course you can,” he whispered, running a gentle hand through her hair before his arm fell limp to his side. She pretended not to notice the way his other arm trembled as it tightened around her, nor the guilt that coloured his voice. “You always can.”

She let out a soft huff of air, writing on his arm before pulling back to observe his face.

It’s speeding up.

“Ah, um, that is -” he stuttered, red flooding his cheeks.

Nervous laughter filled the air as she did nothing but smile, drinking in the sight of him and trying her very best to memorise every feature. With the moonlight illuminating him from behind, he was so very beautiful - enough to make her tender heart ache around its splintering cracks.

If she still could, tears would burn her eyes at the realisation of all she would truly lose once dawn broke. She wanted nothing more than to take his hand and flee from this mountaintop, to run until she could no longer see the looming tower that would be her final resting place. But she couldn’t condemn him to a dying world. No matter what happened, he had to live.

And so she said nothing at all.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered into her hair.

She stopped breathing for a split second, before she caught herself, remembering to give nothing away. Rising on her toes, she brushed her lips against his still-flushed cheeks, forming he would never hear.

I’m sorry.

~~~

Kneeling at the altar in the Tower of Salvation, head bowed, an abject terror gripping every part of her as she prepared to give all of herself away, she thought she could hear a heartbeat. A faint one, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

Perhaps it was just the sound of her own frantic heart, desperate to escape her fate. But some part of her clung to the idea that it was the world’s pulse, weak but still struggling to continue - the last, enduring breath of a slumbering Goddess. And as it echoed on, the panic gradually cleared from her mind, Remiel’s words washing over her. Her duty had been made clear to her since she was young, and it had come time to perform it.

Her heart would die, in a certain sense. Yet it would continue beating, long after her soul was dead, becoming a part of the very world itself. And so, she was certain, all the love held within it would remain. The love for this world, for its people, for Lloyd… And thus, with a wobbly smile on her face, she said goodbye and released the final seal, knowing her love would survive her. It would never die.

It would protect this world, long after she no longer could, in the form of a Goddess who would take her place, surrounding Sylvarant with her warm embrace and breathing life into its dying form.

So long as Lloyd could live… That was enough.

Thank you, for bringing joy to my days, and for teaching me what it means to have been glad to have lived.

#fanfiction #tales of symphonia #colette brunel #colloyd #ack i realised the last part is a bit off canonically oops #but oh well #one shot

[louisupdates]

FITFWT23: OUTRO SONGS

NORTH AMERICA

26 May - Mohegan Sun Arena, UNCASVILLE CT: The Best, by Tina Turner

27 May - Bank of New Hampshire Pavilion, GUILFORD NH: This Charming Man, by The Smiths

29 May - Place Bell, LAVAL QC: Downtown, by Petula Clark

30 May - Budweiser Stage, TORONTO ON: Summer of 69, by Bryan Adams

1 Jun - Blossom Music Center, CUYAHOGA FALLS, OH: Bittersweet Symphony, by Verve

2 Jun - Michigan Lottery Amphitheater, STERLING HEIGHTS, MI: Chasing Rainbows, by Shed Seven

3 Jun - The Icon Festival Stage, CINCINNATI: All These Things That I’ve Done, by The Killers

6 Jun - Kemba Live! Outdoor, COLUMBUS OH: The One I Love, by REM

7 Jun - TCU Amphitheater at White River State Park, INDIANAPOLIS: Love Will Tear Us Apart, by Joy Division

9 Jun - Saint Louis Music Park, SAINT LOUIS: Johnny B. Goode, by Chuck Berry

10 Jun - Starlight Theatre, KANSAS CITY MO: Moondance, by Van Morrison

13 Jun - BMO Pavilion, MILWAUKEE: I Can See Clearly Now, by Johnny Nash

15 Jun - Huntington Bank Pavilion, CHICAGO: September, by Earth, Wind, and Fire

16 Jun - The Armory, MINNEAPOLIS: Nothing Compares 2 U, by Sinéad O’Connor

17 Jun - Harrah’s Stir Cove, COUNCIL BLUFFS, IA: Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?) by Buzzcocks

19 Jun - Denny Sanford Premiere Center, SIOUX FALLS, SD: American Pie, by Don McLean

21 Jun - Red Rocks Amphitheatre, MORRISON, CO 😪

24 Jun - Wamu Theater, SEATTLE: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, by The Smiths

26 Jun - Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Center, VANCOUVER BC: King Of Pain, by The Police

27 Jun - Mcmenamins Edgefield Concerts, TROUTDALE OR: Always On My Mind, by Elvis Presley

29 Jun - The Greek Theatre, BERKELEY CA: Never Tear Us Apart, by INXS

30 Jun - The Hollywood Bowl, LOS ANGELES: California Love by 2Pac ft Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman

1 Jul - The Chelsea at the Cosmopolitan, LAS VEGAS: Human, by The Killers

3 Jul - Arizona Financial Theatre, PHOENIX: Liberator, by Spear of Destiny

6 Jul - The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory, IRVING TX: Hello, I Love You, by The Doors

7 Jul - Moody Amphitheater at Waterloo Park, AUSTIN TX: Teenage Dirtbag, by Wheatus

8 Jul - The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, THE WOODLANDS TX: Walking On The Moon, by The Police

11 Jul - St. Augustine Amphitheatre, ST. AUGUSTINE FL: Every Breath You Take, by The Police

13 Jul - Hard Rock Live at Seminole Hard Rock Hollywood, HOLLYWOOD FL: Your Song, by Elton John

14 Jul - Yuengling Center, TAMPA FL: Hit Me With Your Best Shot, by Pat Benatar

15 Jul - Cadence Bank Amphitheatre at Chastain Park, ATLANTA: You Can’t Always Get What You Want, by The Rolling Stones

18 Jul - Ascend Amphitheater, NASHVILLE: Hold Back The Rain, by Duran Duran

19 Jul - Charlotte Metro Credit Union Amphitheatre, CHARLOTTE NC: Perfect Day, by Lou Reed

21 Jul - Red Hat Amphitheater, RALEIGH NC: Moondance, by Van Morrison

22 Jul - Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia MD: Easy, by The Commodores

24 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON: More Than A Feeling, by Boston

25 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON: Here Comes Your Man, by The Pixies

27 Jul - TD Pavilion at the Mann, PHILADELPHIA: Nothing Compares 2 U, by Sinead O’Connor

28 Jul - Stone Pony Summer Stage, ASBURY PARK NJ: Dancing In The Dark, by Bruce Springsteen

29 Jul - Forrest Hills Stadium, NEW YORK: We Are The Champions, by Queen

Away From Home Festival 2023

19 Aug - Parco BussolaDomani, Lido di Camaiore: We Are The Champions, by Queen

EUROPE

29 Aug - Barclays Arena, HAMBURG: Love Will Tear Us Apart, by Joy Division

31 Aug - Royal Arena, COPENHAGEN: Under Pressure, by Queen and David Bowie

1 Sep - Spektrum, OSLO: Wake Me Up When September Ends, by Green Day

2 Sep - Hovet, STOCKHOLM: Seven Nation Army, by White Stripes

4 Sep - Ice Hall, HELSINKI: Always On My Mind, by Elvis

5 Sep - Saku Arena, TAILLINN: All Star, by Smash Mouth

7 Sep - Arena Riga, RIGA: Thuderstruck, by AC/DC

8 Sep - Zalgiris Arena, KAUNAS: Can’t Help Falling In Love, by Elvis [Zouis this day]

10 Sep - Tauron Arena, KRAKOW: Lust For Life, by Iggy Pop

11 Sep - Atlas Arena, ŁÓDŹ: Blitzkreig Bop, by the Ramones

13 Sep - Wiener Stadhalle D, VIENNA: Supersonic, by Oasis

14 Sep - Stozice Arena, LJUBLJANA: Smile Like You Meant It, by The Killers

15 Sep - Budapest Arena, BUDAPEST: Helicopter, by Bloc Party

17 Sep - Arenele Romane, BUCHAREST: My Hero, by Foo Fighters

18 Sep - Arena Armeets, SOFIA: Bombtrack, by Rage Against The Machine

20 Sep - Petras Theater, ATHENS: Go With The Flow, by Queens of the Stone Age

1 Oct - Bilbao Arena Miribilla, BILBAO (VIZCAYA): Where Is My Mind, by The Pixies

3 Oct - Altice Arena, LISBON: Farewell To The Fairground, by White Lies

5 Oct - Wizink Center, MADRID: Munich, by Editors

6 Oct - Palau Sant Jordi, BARCELONA: One Armed Scissor, by At the Drive-In

8 Oct - Pala Alpitur, TURIN: Are You Gonna Go My Way, by Lenny Kravitz

9 Oct - Unipol Arena, BOLOGNA: Helicopter, by Bloc Party

11 Oct - Rockhal, ESCH-SUR-ALZETTE: Where Is My Mind, by The Pixies

12 Oct - Sportspaleis, ANTWERP: My God Is The Sun, by Queens Of The Stone Age [very self-aware choice]

14 Oct - Accor Arena, PARIS : Bubbles, by Biffy Clyro

15 Oct - Ziggo Dome, AMSTERDAM: Song 2, by Blur

17 Oct - Lanxess Arena, COLOGNE: Can't Stand Me Now, by The Libertines

19 Oct - O2 Arena, PRAGUE: Are You Gonna Be My Girl, by Jet

20 Oct - Mercedes Benz Arena, BERLIN: Friday I’m In Love, by The Cure

22 Oct - Olympiahalle, MUNICH: Praise You, by Fatboy Slim

23 Oct - Hallenstadion, ZURICH: Last Nite, by The Strokes

8 Nov - 3Arena, DUBLIN: These Are The Days, by Inhaler

10 Nov - Utilita Arena, SHEFFIELD: Mr. Brightside, by The Killers

11 Nov - AO Arena, MANCHESTER: This Charming Man, by The Smiths

12 Nov - Ovo Hydro, GLASGOW: Gloria, by The Snuts

14 Nov - Brighton Center, BRIGHTON: I Wanna Be Sedated, by Ramones

15 Nov - International Arena, CARDIFF: 20th Century Boy, by T-Rex

17 Nov - The O2, LONDON: Can’t Stand Me Now, by The Libertines

18 Nov - Resorts World Arena, BIRMINGHAM: Till The End Of The Road, by Boyz II Men

You can also find the list at this Twitter account: ltwtoutros.

#fitfwt23: closing songs #fitfwt23 #outros #fitfwt23: outros #fitfwt23: outro songs #louis tomlinson