#top gun matching icons

[harrowfuckley]

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell matching icons!

[gcrrick]

top gun matching icons :)

[fan-mans]

Gun Joe, Gun Kaiser, Disco Gun, King Gun

Punch-Out!!! Wii minor circuit, except guns.

[saintlopezlov3r]

Matching Icons

[secretswritten]

                                             It’s not the plane, it’s the pilot...

Ft. muses from Top Gun: Maverick, Marvel, DC, and more...

[hee0soo]

Match with you!

Pairing — Kang YeosangxTattooArtist!gnreader

Summary — You didn´t know what you expected to happen but this was definitly not it...

Genre — Idol! AU, TattooArtist! AU

Warnings — toothrotting fluff and feels

WORD COUNT — 1.9k

Note — This is my Secret Santa gift for @i-luvsang

I hope you like what your christmas fairy came up with...✨

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

In between recording songs, vocal and dance practice or filming content, it was rare that Yeosang had time to meet up with any friends he had! The fact that most of his friends were also idols who had their own schedules definitely did not help with that in the slightest!

The only person he did have time for no matter how busy his day was, was you!

You who he met during his early trainee days. You who managed to keep his best friend in check with a simple glance in his direction. You who always listened to his worries no matter how early in the morning it was. You who had the Idol wrapped around your pinky finger just by being yourself!

When he had first met you, Yeosang had not approached you for months and neither had you what reason did you have? To you, he was just another classmate of yours!

Only when you were partnered up for a project did you get closer. At first you were apprehensive which he could understand. All of his fellow students knew that he was a trainee under BigHit and While he did his best to stay on top of his classes he could see why you were hesitant to work with him, fearing that he would be to busy to contribute to the project and that you were going to be stuck working on it alone.

He had quickly proven you wrong and with every little snack he brought you l the boy with the heart of gold managed to worm himself into your heart.

From there on the two of you met up regularly to walk home together. Or well, you went home and Yeosang went to the company. It even went so far that you would purposely sit together in class.

That's also how he found out how well you could draw and sketch. Watching you doodle on the side of your note pad while the teacher went on with speech was the highlight of his school day!

"How can you draw so well?" he had asked in awe  the first time he admired the motives on your paper.

You had only shrugged back then, not really knowing what to answer to that.

"I don't know."

And with that you had turned back to the little dragon flying around your notes, ignoring the feeling of Yeosang watching closely over your shoulder.

Time flew by and the two of you grew older. While Yeosang had continued training, meeting Wooyoung and eventually debut under a different label, you had stuck to drawing, starting an internship at an Tattoo parlor...

Fast forward to 2023, your skin was now covered in tattoos and you had a loyal clientele that visited the shop you worked at regularly to add to the collections on their skin!

The hobby you had as a student turned into a job and even when your parents had frowned at you and threatened to disown you, Yeosang had always been supportive! Never once doubting you!

It got so far that even Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung had been on the other side of your tattooing gun once or twice. The iconic soulmate tattoo on WooSan's knees being one of your pieces...

 

"y/nnn?" the deep drawl of Yeosang's voice broke through the trance you had found yourself in while drawing a commission request from a client. The outline of a snake wrapping its body around a bunch of roses appearing on the paper in front of you.

"Hmmm?" you hummed, not taking your eyes away from the paper as you hunched over it on practice room floor at the company building.

"y/nnn?!" he tried again as he lounged on his back, head resting against the armrest of the couch standing right behind you and more then unsatisfied that you had yet to react to his plea for attention.

Letting out a playfully suffering sigh as you turned your head towards the currently blond man, you shot him an amused scolding glare, finding yourself face to face with your best friends sparkly brown eyes.

"Yes Sangie?"

A pout formed on his lips. In the few hours he had been busy going over some of the groups old choreos, wanting to freshen up his memory a little before the stress of preparing for the next comeback could hit him in full. But as soon as you had wandered in, decked out in bags of snacks, drinks and drawing supplies, all plans of practicing had flown right out of the window and now, an hour later, he found himself in his current predicament.

Bored and unsatisfied as you ignored the puppy eyes he stared at the back of your head with!

Your mouth curved up into a teasing smile when you saw the soft glare that resembled a Maltese more then the Doberman he always tried to be for his fans!

"You're ignoring me!" he stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I'm working." you huffed and turned back to your drawing.

Yeosang grumbled, unhappy about having lost your attention again.

It fell silent again as you returned to focusing on your commission. Your best friend let out a suffering sigh as his eyes followed the movements of the pencil in-between your fingers, glide smoothly over the paper. He trailed is eyes up to admire the profile of your face  over the slope of your nose down to your mouth, where your teeth were gently nibbling on your lower lip in concentration.

How your eyes lit up at the prospect of finishing your sketch, how they just seemed to shine brighter doing something you loved...

Oh how Yeosang whished you would look at him like that at least once!

The snakes face grew in depth as you worked on it's slitted eyes and the vocalist was once again stunned by your ability to breath life into something as simple as a drawing.

"Would you give me one?"

*What?*

Whipping your head around to look at his handsome face. You weren't blind! Of course you knew that he was handsome, ethereally beautiful even, always had been even as a young boy! He was, after all, an Idol known for his deep voice, dance ability and statue like beauty!

Still, that had never been the reason why you were so whipped for this man! It was the kindness he radiated that had drawn you to him in the first place. If you had to describe Yeosang in words, they would by kind, hard working, gentle, funny, intelligent and so many more...

The aloof demeanor he put on only being a facade to hide from prying eyes, hiding a man only few got the privilege to see...

His deep brown orbs were starring right back at you as you gaped at him like fish on land, waiting for an answer from you.

"You want a tattoo?"

Yeosang hummed in agreement, his baritone voice sending the butterflies in your stomach flying.

"Have you, uhm, talked to your manager about it? Like-"

"Not really but I trust you."

The statement meant more to you then you would like to admit. The words had left him as easily as breathing.

"I don't want to get you in trouble Sang-ah..."

Yeosang carefully studied your face. Worry for him was written all over your face.

He thought for a moment, remembering the contents of your bag like the back of his hand.

"What about a non-permanent one for now? With body markers?"

You put down your pencil, pushed  everything to the side and turned your body to face him entirely.

"Did you have something in mind? Or do you want me to choose?"

"I want to match with you!"

His eyes wandered over your collarbone, down to your arms, littered with ink until he stopped at the small picture of a paw print. It was by far not your biggest or most astonishing tattoo but the one that meant the most to you. The one that was meant to represent the paw of a puppy. The one that was meant to represent him and the one you refused to tell him if it was supposed to be a Maltese or Doberman.

Yeosang sat up on the couch.

"You want a paw print too?" you asked confused.

He shook his head, bright blonde hair falling gently into his face.

"I want to have a kitten, so you have the puppy paw for me and I have the cat for you..."

His ears turned red at the admission and your best friend hid behind his hand, an awkward laugh ringing through the practice room.

"Sorry, it was just an idea and-"

"I'll do it!" you cut him off, giddy to start already. You patted the empty space next to you, urging him to sit there before reaching for the pencil case in your bag where you kept the markers.

"Come here and give me your hand!"

Yeosang did as he was told dutifully. He gingerly put his hand in yours and drew the outline of a tiny cat.

It was only a small drawing so you were quick to finish and looked up only to  stare directly into the eyes of your best friend. Just inches away from your face!

Your eyes widened in surprise and his close proximity caused your heart flutter.

*When did he get so close?*

"Uhm? Yeo you-?"

Cut of by his lips softly pressing against your own, dropped the marker still sitting in your hand.

 The touch was light like a feather and over again before you could react to his ministrations.

"I'm sorry y/n, I just..." Yeosang murmured as he pulled away, gazing at you with a dazed expression. The man didn't know what to say and neither did you.

Only then did you notice his hand still holding yours while his thumb was gently brushing over your skin there. He tried pulling his hand away but you didn't let him, instead you laced your fingers with his.

"Please don't be sorry!" you croaked, voice almost to quiet for him to hear.

"No y/n, please can we just forget this happened?"

Suddenly much less euphoric then before, you pulled away. His words hurt and suddenly you wanted to disappear. Did he, really think kissing you was a mistake?

"What if I don't want to forget it tho?"

 Pain was evident with the way your voice wavered.

Yeosang didn't look away from you for even a second and he swore that he could hear something shatter inside of him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you in any way but it seemed that he had managed to do exactly that.

The kiss wasn't a mistake in his eyes and while he wished it didn't happen like this, he didn't regret it at all!

"You don't?"

He was unsure if he had heard you correctly but a tiny part of him felt hope clawing, trying to be set free.

You shook your head. Instead of answering you leaned forward to catch his lips with yours. This time it was Yeosang who looked surprised.

"Does this answer your question?" you exhaled, tone breaking at the end.

Your best friend looked completely baffled by the kiss you had initiated and all he could do was nod while a dazed smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes, it does...”

Taglist: @marirose25

[fanboyswhore9]

Addicted to Love

Moodboard by: @mshistorylover

Pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Fem!Aviator!Reader (as a part of @roosterforme Rocktober Celebration), based on the song, Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer.

Summary: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, consumed by his passion for aviation, discovers a new addiction in the captivating Y/N at Top Gun Academy. Their love story soars to new heights as they confess their feelings at the iconic Hard Deck bar, promising romance amidst the thrill of flying.

Warnings: just a lot of fluff

A/N: this is my first fic! Tbh, I don’t think I’m great at writing, so if you have any comments, please tell me if I did something wrong, but be nice about it, especially since I don’t write that often.

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Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia had always been a passionate soul, known throughout the Top Gun Academy for his unwavering enthusiasm and dedication to aviation. However, lately, there was something else that had captured his heart—a melody that played only for one person. As he walked through the bustling corridors of the academy, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift to the one who had managed to steal his attention from the skies.

She was a force to be reckoned with—a brilliant pilot with a fierce determination that matched his own. To the world, she was Y/N, but to Mickey, she was everything.

Their paths had crossed countless times on the tarmac and in the briefing rooms, and every encounter left Mickey craving more. He’d catch her gaze from across the room, her eyes a magnetic force he couldn’t resist. She was confident, strong-willed, and utterly captivating.

But it wasn’t just her skills in the cockpit that drew him in; it was the way she moved, the way she spoke, and the way her laughter could light up even the darkest corners of the academy. It was as if she carried her own gravitational pull, and Mickey found himself orbiting around her, unable to break free.

The first time he heard the song “Addicted to Love” by Robert Palmer on the radio, he couldn’t help but think of her. The lyrics seemed to echo the rhythm of his heart whenever she was near.

They say, “Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.”

And in Mickey’s case, it was undeniable. He was addicted to the way her hair tumbled down her back, to the sound of her voice when she shouted orders during drills, to the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about flying.

Mickey had always been a fighter, but this was a battle he had no intention of winning. He wanted to be addicted to love, addicted to her, for as long as she’d have him.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Mickey and Y/N found themselves standing on the back porch of the Hard Deck, the soft glow of neon signs casting a warm and intimate ambiance around them. The bar was owned by Penny Benjamin, a place where pilots often sought refuge after a long day of training. Tonight, it served as the backdrop to a pivotal moment in their story.

They leaned against the railing, the hum of conversation and laughter from inside the bar providing a comforting backdrop to their conversation. Mickey’s heart pounded as he gazed into her eyes, the neon lights reflecting in her captivating gaze.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” he began, his voice filled with sincerity, his hands gently cupping her face. The gentle breeze ruffled his flight jacket, but his attention remained solely on her.

She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. “What is it, Mickey?”

Mickey stepped closer, his breath mingling with hers, his thumb caressing her cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Every time I see you, it’s like the world fades away, and all I can think about is how much I want to be with you.”

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips. “You know,” she said, her voice equally hushed, “I’ve been feeling the same way.”

Their breaths mingled in the cool night air, the tension between them palpable. Mickey couldn’t wait any longer. He leaned in, their lips inching closer together, and then he paused, his eyes searching hers for consent.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, her heart pounding in sync with his. And with that silent agreement, their lips finally met in a passionate and long-awaited kiss.

Their embrace spoke volumes, but when they finally broke away, Mickey couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t want this to end, Y/N.”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. “Then let’s make sure it doesn’t. What do you say we have dinner tomorrow night, just the two of us?”

Mickey’s grin widened. “I’d love that. How about The Sandbar? It’s not too far from here, and it has an amazing view.”

“That sounds perfect,” she agreed, her hand finding his, their fingers intertwining. “I can’t wait.” She said, smiling widely, gazing into his dark chocolate brown eyes.

Mickey brushed a strand of hair away from her face and held her gaze. “And, Y/N, before we go back in there, one more thing.”

“What is it?” she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. He stepped closer, his hands cupping her face, and with a soft, tender look in his eyes, he asked, “Is it okay if I kiss you again?”

Her answer was a smile that spoke of unspoken promises and endless possibilities. As their lips met once more, they knew that their love story had only just begun, and it was bound to be the adventure of a lifetime.

Their lips parted, and as they turned to head back inside the Hard Deck bar, Mickey and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at each other, their hearts dancing to a newfound rhythm. It was then that they noticed the commotion inside.

The Dagger Squad, their fellow pilots and friends, had gathered at a table, raising their glasses and cheering them on. “About damn time, Garcia!” Payback shouted from the inside as he wore a triumphant grin as Coyote, Hangman, and Rooster begrudgingly paid up on a lost bet, their laughter filling the air.

They exchanged a knowing look, realizing that they weren’t just stepping into a bar; they were entering a family that celebrated their love and triumphs as much as their daring flights. As they joined the group, they felt the warmth of camaraderie and the promise of many more adventures together, both in the skies and in each other’s hearts.

[chvoswxtch]

I finally finished echo so if you’d like to listen to me incoherently ramble about it and my baby maya pls join me below ✨

first off the fact that there were only 5 episodes is fucking CRIMINAL

secondly alaqua cox is quite literally one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen

and thirdly I would die for biscuits and billy jack

side note- matt showing up just to be a dick and show off and then dip is so on brand but this isn’t his show and it isn’t about him so that’s the last i’ll talk about him

let’s get into it

not even two minutes into the first episode I was leaking from my eyes, and that happened several times throughout the entire series

the tone of this series reminded me so much of the netflix mcu and after watching echo, I have a lot more hope for future marvel projects that are darker and more gritty

the way this show dealt with themes of grief and generational trauma while also balancing sequences of violence and sprinkles of comedic relief was incredible. nothing felt cheesy or forced, the pacing was a little fast but again we were only given 5 episodes and echo definitely deserved more

the entire quileute tribe being cast is fucking ICONIC

the amount of work that went into making sure the indigenous representation was accurate and presented in a respectful way was very impressive. my father’s side of the family is native american and live in oklahoma and it was just really neat to see something so close to home portrayed in marvel without being over the top or exaggerated

I forgot how much I loved vincent’s version of fisk and getting to see him in the iconic white suit was incredible. i’m also super stoked to see the mayor fisk storyline and how that affects maya

I think they should’ve spent longer exploring how her ancestors echo through her and the healing abilities/powers that seems to grant her. it’s a lot different from her “power” in the comics and I honestly think it’s a more interesting concept and I would love to see them explore it further in the future

I loved that they weren’t lazy with the sign language and that the cast and crew all learned to communicate with alaqua

I loved that they also spoke in choctaw, and started the series with the creation of the tribe to set the stage for the rest of the series

the fact that alaqua herself is deaf and an amputee just proves that she was meant to play maya and she did a fucking PHENOMENAL job

I think they handled her disability so respectfully and perfectly. it wasn’t a hinderance or something that was heavily pointed out, it was literally just a part of who she was and that’s it

she’s so fucking smart and resourceful like she straight up made a gun out of a roller skate???

playing dragula at the skating rink was so real she’s just like me

the way they laced sound in and out of certain scenes to give us maya’s pov of what she experiences was such a neat thing to do

the little easter eggs confirming that the netflix shows are canon??? (fisk’s hammer, the roxxon gas station, etc)

y’all know how I feel about feral brunettes (especially ones in leather jackets)

“kingpin had his run. it’s time for a queen.” FUCKING ICONIC

bottom line is this show was fucking amazing and if you haven’t watched it yet, please do yourself a favor and check it out, especially if you enjoyed any of the netflix marvel shows. you will not be disappointed

i’m humbly appointing myself president of the maya lopez fan club and you’re all welcome to join we’re getting matching leather jackets

I can’t rave enough about echo or alaqua cox (I mean I could) but if you’ve made it this far thx for coming to my ted talk 🖤✨

[dalekofchaos]

WWE never treated Sting like the Icon he is. AEW did.

One of the few nice things I can say about Tony Khan as a booker is he understands the value of Sting. WWE never treated Sting with value or reverence or understood what he did for the wrestling business.

They brought him in to be buried. The only reason why Sting even lost was because they wanted to build up to HHH & Stephanie vs Rock & Ronnie Lousey, a match that never even happened because of Dwayne's famous pull out game!

Then Sting breaks his neck in a stupid buckle bomb that never should've been a thing to begin with. Not saying it was Seth's fault, but that move never should have fucking happened.

Never once did it feel like WWE respected Sting.

Sting never should have went to WWE. He originally swore to never go to WWE, a few years after the buyout, Sting was in a documentary explaining why he never went to WWE.

Basically the way they handled The Invasion and how WCW was buried just showed Sting would never be used right. And Sting was right. He never should have went. He should have stuck to his guns and retired from Wrestling. Hell, Arn Anderson’s own podcast admitted that Vince instructed the announcers to bury him and he was buried. First by Vince, then by having the nWo come to his aide. What sense did it make for the nWo to side with Sting? They were enemies in WCW. And then Triple H buried him. Sting was right. When HHH is your main, no, your ONLY angle for everything, you will be buried under the mass of ego and pathetic brand of wrestling he provided. ANd to make matters worse, it wasn't about Sting being a vigilante standing up to The Authority, no they JUST HAD TO MAKE IT ABOUT LOL WWE VS WCW just to bury Sting and the promotion he held out for so long for.

Watch this tweet. It just shows how little respect WWE had for Sting. Fuck Vince. Fuck Triple H. Fuck JBL. Fuck their petty fragile egos and most importantly. Fuck Rock and Ronda Rousey for being the reason Sting lost his ONLY FUCKING WRESTLEMANIA MATCH FOR A MATCH THEY WERE SETTING UP THAT NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED. SO THANKS A FUCKING LOT, DWAYNE

Here are ways Sting could've been used better in WWE

If WWE actually made The Invasion actually feel like legit WWE vs WCW and treated WCW with respect enough to bring in the top stars. Sting could've been the ringleader. The man who leads WCW against WWE and we could've gotten Sting vs Rock. Sting vs Austin. Sting vs Undertaker(unfortunately ABA version) and so many great feuds. Sting could've been a multiple time WWE Champion and Intercontinental Champion and could've had a lengthy career in WWE if Vince wasn't so fucking petty in trying to bury WCW.

Sting could've fought The Undertaker and made it about Icon vs Icon. I even would've been content with a Undertaker vs Sting cinematic match. Just give Sting what he wanted, but Vince never thought he deserved it. And TO BE FAIR. Sting never got that Undertaker match because he kept taking the Dixie money for all those years. We might've got Undertaker vs Sting when it meant something at Wrestlemania 27, but because Sting went back to TNA, it never happened and Undertaker admitted that it wouldn't have been good at that late period in his career because of how broken his body became.

Sting could've been used as the ultimate babyface to bring justice to the heels. Whether it's The Authority, The Wyatt Family or The Bloodline, Sting could've been the one force that could

Sting could've been made WWE Champion. Why the fuck not? They shoved Goldberg down our fucking throats for 6 fucking years, I saw no reason whatsoever why Sting wasn't WWE Champion before that stupid buckle bomb nearly ended his career

Sting could've just been treated with one single semblance of respect and even that was too much to ask for with WWE.

Meanwhile for 4 years Sting has been treated like a legend. Like an icon. Like he deserved to be treated and he gave back. He helped put Darby Allin on the map. He took insane bumps that he didn't have to and he proved he can still fucking go. He is to AEW, like what Terry Funk was for ECW and he's getting the send off he deserves!

[hexbimbo]

Rating DBD Survivors Designs.

I’ll be rating on a scale of 1-10. I’ll be judging on practicality, uniqueness, and lore accuracy.

Killers coming soon!

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🔥 Survivors |

Dwight Fair

8/10

Tie means business ☝️

I really like how in the Pinhead trailer, you can see the details of his arm hair! Like, it’s crazy that they included that.

Quick question: I don’t understand why he’s wearing a formal office shirt and slacks when he went missing in the woods. Unless the work group immediately went from his place of work to the woods to drink I suppose it would make sense.

Meg Thomas

5/10

Too much red in her design.

Probably bright(er) colors so motorist could see her if she was running in the dark but does fuck all in the fog. Makes sense for a runner.

I liked her hair when it was more orange than a dark red. I think it balanced out a bit more.

Claudette Morel

6/10

Dull colors make for good camouflage and I love her hair.

Her design is very recognizable and basic for marketing 👍

However, nothing about her design tells me that she’s a healer or botanist. Of course, you could argue the bandages on her arms show her medic nature but I could name a dozen characters that have bandages on their arms that aren’t necessarily medics. I would include some gloves tucked into her pocket or include some planet themed pins.

Jake Park

8/10

Has really silky hair for a homeless person.

Clothes are muted in color, look very practical, and matches with his lore.

I’d imagine he’d be sweating balls during the summer tho 😖

Nea Karlson

6/10

Good base design. Blends in with the environment, fits her personality.

The tank top makes sense for her design but she looks so cold :(

I think she’s suppose be 18-19 but the lore doesn’t really match it?? Somehow, she’s way too old and way too young.

Laurie Stroade

2/10

Wtf Behavior

Her hair looks like a helmet.

Outfit is somehow on both sides of the color spectrum for blue.

Do better.

Ace Visconti

10/10

I love his design! Always smiling, colorful (but not too eye catching), and unique for mid age characters.

So many details in his design ( His fast paced breathing when he’s hurt and the missing kidney scar on the character model.) His finger guns ❤️❤️❤️

My one nit pick: His lore mentions a lucky gators tooth that’s SO important to him, he fights a world class fighter to win it back. It would be nice to see it one his person as a necklace or maybe a charm?

William “Bill” Overbeck

7/10

Feng Min

1/10

She looks like race car mechanic….huh? She’s a competitive E-Sports player? How was I suppose to know that???

I feel like every killer can see that ugly ass polo shirt a mile away.

Fr though there’s a reason everyone buys her cosmetics.

David King

7/10

Asshole vibes

Got the “Manchester 3000” cut

Not too bad just kinda bland compared to other designs.

Quentin Smith

6/10

I think the beanie is more iconic and recognizable

No one knows who Quentin is. I think Nancy would’ve been better.

Fan art makes him look cooler than his in game model is.

David Tapp

9/10

For horror movie characters, a swat/police design I think is pretty cool! Most just go for a straight up uniform or what ever Jill type characters wear.

Not a fan of the SAW franchise so I don’t know a lot but I think Detective in police raid gear fits the overall aesthetic.

Kate Denson

8/10

Outfit is good but I think she’d be cold all the time.

Love the blond, bouncy curly hair!

I don’t know why she’s missing points tbh.

Adam Francis

4/10

It’s given Japanese school teacher. Trench coats, I think, are very in style over there.

I think it’s a little contradictory that he has a lighter when he doesn’t seem like he would smoke. ( He seem very involved in his students lives. I imagine he’d wouldn’t smoke for their health.)

It’s kinda uninteresting and a little bland. Maybe add some flair with a pocket protector, glasses tucked into his collar, or maybe a handkerchief.

Jeff Johansen

9/10

I love his design! We love plus size inclusivity (especially in men!)

Love the little pops of red and green on his shirt

Very practical, lore accurate. When I look at him, I want to know his backstory.

Jane Romero

9/10

Again with the size inclusivity ❤️

Gives Oprah vibes and the top bun in on fleek.

Notes of silver in her outfit give a VIP vibe. Her pose shows her confidence and I can tell she’s a kind person.

Ashley. J Williams.

6/10

Giving Gen X’ers the confidence they need.

Killers can hear that button down across the map.

I love the belt buckle and shoulder straps. This man is taking ass and kicking names!

Nancy Wheeler.

3/10

80’s were a hard time for fashion 😬. Home girl was trying her best.

I don’t think her in game model really looks like the irl version. (I get copy right laws but still-)

Her face kinda looks like a stuffed monkey toy.

Steve Harrington.

7/10

If the hair wasn’t so recognizable, I don’t think anyone would know that it’s him.

Outfit seems standard, practical, and isn’t too flashy.

Now, im not a stranger things Stan, but his outfit is pretty ass and not really “Oh, that’s Steve from stranger things.” . Scoops Ahoy? A slay.

Yui Kimura

Wow! 9/10

A good example on how to make a strong female character. I think most designers see female characters like this:

Strong Female Character:

Strong = Masc = unable to be feminine, ever.

See the problem?

I love how Yui still embraces femininity through the color pink and incorporates it in with her gang! Fucking sick!

Her outfit looks easy to move in, tells you what she does, and shows what a baddie she is! Also, the pink is subtle enough I don’t think it’s immediate “Hey! I’m over here!”

Zarina Kassir

6/10

Too much brown in her outfit but I it get.

Outfit looks very practical but looks default for a journalist. I think every female character has had that outfit, ever.

I can look at her design and tell she’s for people. (Which is good.)

Cheryl Mason

7/10

Iconic.

Very pretty and unique! I like the redness in her facial features.

Doesn’t seem very practical for running or staying warmth. Home girl needs some more layers. ( Also kinda giving second hand overstimulation)

Felix Richter

8/10

Wunderkind 💯💯💯. Blond hair, very German. Def looks like a well traveled European.

While the suit isn’t practical, I’ve seen the dark color help Felix mains a lot in hiding.

Looks like a wine Dad.

Élodie Rakato

4/10

I think an occult investor shouldn’t be wearing a loose crop top if she’s always running around and getting into dangerous situations ( pre-fog I mean).

I do get “appraiser” vibes and believe the darkness of the jeans offsets the orange of her shirt.

Not sure if anyone feels the same way but Felix and Élodie just match yknow? For some reason, I just knew they had a history when I looked at them. Maybe because they parallel each other through color. Felix tends to wear sharper, cooler colors while Élodie wears rounder, warmer colors. Idk if this makes sense.

Yun-Jin Lee

7/10

Least evil music producer.

Outfit fits her personality but I’d get so uncomfy wearing it. Like the fur and the ruffles and short jacket sleeves 🤢

She’s got it on.

Jill Valentine

4/10

I can a thousand over action girls who have this outfit.

I guess ~lore~ wise (correct me if I’m wrong) she wouldn’t be wearing her stars uniform because she was technically off duty.

Hair is the saving grace. If it was a pony tail, she’d be a Lara Croft rip off.

Leon S. Kennedy

8/10

Hair is amazing.

Successfully spruces up a typical police outfit to make it more fitting for a zombie apocalypse.

Honestly fine as is but maybe the in game model could have had the missing sleeve he has at the end of RE2?

Mikaela Reid

7/10

I like how her red hair contrasts to her black clothing.

Again with cold 😬

I think she’d be an active poster in r/Witchesvspatriarchy with tips and tricks.

Jonah Vasquez

6/10

Unique and practically for Chile weather.

Purple kinda gives him away on any lighter map. (Graveyard, The Square, Farm)

Latino Guy Fieri

Yoichi Asakawa

1/10

Wtf

The rubber jacket is an invitation to get tunneled.

It’s just ugly as fuck.

Haddie Kaur

7/10

Hear me out for a sec: the missing points aren’t because she’s ugly.

Honestly, a majority of points I’ve given are BECAUSE she’s not traditionally beautiful. How can you expect every video game character you come across to be a drop dead gorgeous model when most irl people aren’t? (And she’s not even that unattractive.)

Her outfit is trash tho. Burn it.

Ada Wong

2/10

Another case of “sexy Asian women in a tight red dress” ☹️

Why does an undercover spy need to wear a small dress, heels, nylons, and a choker if a majority of what she does includes physical activity.

I like her RE 6 outfit. Fits her personality/ style without compromising her job (change dem heel tho.)

Rebecca Chambers

5/10

Again with the choker.

I don’t think police are usually aloud to wear jewelry like that. Also, she hasn’t had a uniform change since the train.

Very practical and tells me she’s a medic. (Take notes Claud)

Vittorio Toscano

7/10

Didn’t know they had fades in the 1300’s

Blue tattoos contrasts nicely to his red tunic.

Idk. I felt like Behavior tried hard to make a sexy gray fox character.

I mean it worked better than skillmerchant-

Thalita Lyra

5/10

I think a rainbow puked on her.

Very pretty! Makes sense cuz she’s a model.

Her model had the THICCNESS

Renato Lyra

5/10

Again, I don’t really think it fits the games overall aesthetic. I think the characters I rated a bit higher tend to be colorful through muted/ duller shades.)

I like his finger tapping idle.

Looks like a kite.

Gabriel Soma

4/10

Very bright and flashy for the games overall aesthetic. Hiding doesn’t really work unless you’re on a brightly colored map.

~Lore~ wise, orange was probably used to locate crew members quickly while exploring foreign planets. Def gives future vibes.

Can’t tell if I like that his hair and beard colors are different. Definitely unique tho.

Nic Cage

10/10

Devs did a good job with the character model! Any person could look at it and go “Yup. That’s Nic Cage.”

Outfit looks like what a movie star wears casually. Looks practical and not too matching. (Looking at you Alan.)

I’m not even that big a Cage fan but was hyped they got such a big name to star in the game. Congrats Behavior!

Ellen Ripley

9/10.

Outfit is a slay. Very practical and seems easy to work in. Waist is snatched.

Also unique! Has notes of 80s fashion trends. Even her later movie looks differ and challenge female design rules! ( Her shaved head was amazing! )

-1 point for long, thick hair that could catch on machinery or branches. Iconic? Yes. OSHA violation? Yes.

Alan Wake

4/10 (I don’t know the story that well, feel free to judge.)

Seems like a mix of Nic and Jeff.

A suit doesn’t seem very practical for running around.

Honestly, I hate the horror trope of “Tortured man looking for wife” (James Sunderland, Ethan Winters, Alan Wake.) It’s really boring and don’t all their outfits look the same? The suit definitely gives him a best seller vibe tho.

Sable Ward

7/10 (Low key scared if I give her less than 7 the Goths will crucify me)

If her outfit was music, it’d be a rager. I think her hair is a little too bright for hiding and the sheer lace top certainly can’t keep her warm if she’s away from the fire.

Who said she can’t wear converse with her dress 🗣️🗣️

Outside of her voice lines and mug of coco, nothing about her outfit tells me she’s a cozy podcaster. I’d maybe add some headphones, a book, or a piece of wearable merch that indicates it.

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goose and mav matching icons :]

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Christmas with Xdinary Heroes 🎄🎅🎁⛄️❄️🍬

It's that time of year! And like I always do, here is Christmas with Xdinary Heroes!

Summary: how do you spend the festive month of December with our favorite Rockstar heroes?

Warning: excessive fangirl/boying!

Scenario: boyfriend, Christmas, fluff, comedy

Gun-il 🎅

One of the things that I could see Gun-il doing is watching Christmas movies

Since he spent some time in America

So you two would be wrapped up in the warmest blankets

Matching Christmas pj's

Warm slippers

Snuggled up with Hot chocolate

Piled with marshmallows

Watching all the classic Christmas movies

The fresh snow falling outside the window

Christmas decorations all over the place

Your big Christmas tree Sparkling bright in the corner

It would be the perfect scene

You two would be laughing at all comedy Christmas movies

Maybe introducing Gun-il to some he's never seen before

There would definitely be some cookies, popcorn, and Christmas treats with you guys too

He'd of course feed them to you

(Because I like cheesy Christmas stuff leave me alone)

He's truly enjoying your time together

Holding the best gift he could ever ask for in his arms

(Sorry for that last part 😅)

Jungsu ⛄️

You'd hear your boyfriend from the living room

"Y/N! Wake up wake up!!!"

You'd drag yourself out of bed and walk into the living room

Jungsu is bundled from head to toe

His hat, gloves, coat, scarf and boots on

"It snowed last night!" He'd smile

You already knew what that meant

He wants to play in the snow

So you'd bundle yourself up as well and head out into the snow

"Let's build a snow man!" You'd suggest

"Yes!"

Jungsu would turn into a child when it came to the snow

He'd get to work immediately on the snowman

You'd follow behind

After rolling and packing down snow

You'd finally complete the little snowman

Jungsu would take off his hat and place it on top of his head

You'd take off your scarf and wrap it around his snow packed neck

"There now he has a piece of both of us" you'd smile

Jungsu would take pictures of your little snow creation, along with pics of you, him and you two together

Then you two would go inside

Slipping off all your snow protection

And slip under a warm blanket

Cuddle up to each other to warm up

And look at the pictures he took

Before going into the kitchen to make some warm breakfast

Gaon ❄️

This would be yours and Jiseok's first Christmas together

He'd want to do soooo much with you

Make sure you and him have an amazing Christmas

So he'd get the idea

"Jagiya.... lets go ice skating!"

You'd think he's a true lunatic

(pun intended)

But his puppy eyes would be very convincing

So there you are

Tying up your skates

Jiseok would hold your hand as you two carefully glide along the ice

At first it was clumsy

But the longer you did it

The easy it got

You'd never let go of Jiseok's hand

Your two mitten up hands practically glued together

"Jiseok don't let go!" You'd squeal as your other mitten found his arm

"I won't Jagiya" He'd giggle

That would be his mistake

He'd suddenly lose his balance and slip

Pulling you down with him

You'd lay on the cold frozen floor

He'd be slightly hovering over you

Ah but this would be an opportunity

You'd both laugh as you laid on the ice

Jiseok's adorable giggle would play in your ears

He'd look down at you

And gently lean down to steal a kiss from you

His cold lips against yours

Then he'd help you up

And you two would continue your skating

O.de 🎁

Seungmin is going to be a fashion icon

If he already isn't

So obviously his scenario would be Christmas shopping

He'd want to get something for his brothers

And you of course

So you two would start in the middle of the morning

Starbucks is a must

Boys got an addiction

But I get it

You two would walk together

Hand in hand

Your Starbucks cups in the other

Wandering the stores for the perfect gift

He'd have an idea on what to get everyone

But he'd have to be sneaky with yours

So you two would separate into different stores

You'd be looking for stuff for your family

And your boyfriend

And he'd be looking for the perfect gift for you

He wants to make sure it's something that everytime you see it

You'd remember who gave it to you

And who loves you more than anything

In the end he'd find a bracelet

That he would have ingraved with the date you two met with a dash and an infinity symbol next to it

So you know

He's your forever

(Idk why I do this to myself 🥹)

Junhan 🎄

Now Junhan is still a little shy

But he'd turn into a kid

When it came to decorating a Christmas tree

"Jagiya let's decorate a Christmas tree!" He'd suggest

After setting up the tree

You'd both set out and get some decorations

You'd find some absolutely beautiful ornaments

And the prettiest lights

Junhan is tall so stringing the lights around the tree was no problem

He'd grab the step ladder for you

Carefully holding your waist so you don't fall

And together you'd both hold the tree topper

Placing it on top of the tree

Then it was time to get to work on the ornaments

You'd both hang them on the branches

With some Christmas music playing on the TV

Junhan would smile as he placed the ornaments on the tree

You'd smile at how happy he looked

(I'm literally crying rn!)

You'd get out some candy canes to hang on the tree as well

That just completes the look

While he's hanging the candy canes

You'd lay down the tree skirt

Then you two would lay down the presents you had wrapped and place them under the tree

(Okay I'm done hurting myself with that one 🤧)

Jooyeon 🍪

(This one is gonna hurt 🥲)

One of your favorite parts about Christmas

Is making Christmas cookies

But this year was special

This was the first Christmas you were spending with your favorite person

Jooyeon was also excited

Can't go wrong with cookies

But he was excited to be making Christmas cookies with his favorite person

He'd definitely have his hair pulled back

You'd lay out a bunch of cookie cutters

His arms around you as you two roll out the dough

(Yep I was right 🥹)

Then you'd both get to work

Cutting out gingerbread men, snowflakes, candy canes, little Christmas trees and snowmen

You'd see your boyfriend so concentrated on cutting the shapes of the cookies

This would give you an opportunity

You'd scoop a little flour on your finger

And dab it on his cheek

"Jagiya~" He'd whine

You'd laugh a little

Now it was on

He'd grab some flour and smear it all over your cheek

You'd squeal as he held you tightly

Making sure you'd feel his revenge

The flour would be all over you two

All in his hair

And yours

You'd surrender to each other

Clean up your flour mess

And get the cookies in the oven

Decorating them would go smoother

Thats it for that! I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas! And Happy Holidays! ❤❄️

Also congratulations to my boys for ROTY and Best Band Performance on MAMA!!! 🥳 🤟

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The Pride of the Navy

Chapter 4: The Grand Canyon

Summary: Test simulations and tested friendships headline the show

Warnings: Cursing, insults

Another obscenely long shower was on Quinlan’s to-do list. Partially due to Quin waking up unbearably early even before her alarm, and partially that even after sleeping for eight solid hours, Quin still felt as tired as she did leaving base the previous day. The hot water flicked down her back as her shoulders screamed at her for the two hundred pushups she was forced to do. After what felt like an hour, she got out and went on with her morning routine, finally grabbing her silver aviators before leaving her front door, jumping into her impala.

Quinlan was in her car, no music playing for the fact it required too much energy to even listen to. After the end of training yesterday, she and Phoenix walked together toward their cars in silence, each other being there just to know that whatever the fresh hell they just went through, they weren’t alone. That’s when they both overheard none other than Hangman, with an accompanying Coyote, near the Top Gun graduates' photos, point out a familiar name. Except it wasn’t under the grad class of twenty-ten but under the class of nineteen-eighty-six.

“Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.” The signature ‘Jake “Hangman” Seresin’ smirk plastered on his face. Quinlan knew exactly who he was pointing at, all blood feeling like it drained from her limbs. Although Quin elected to ignore what she had heard she hoped, silently praying, Hangman would be a gentleman for once in his life and ignore the history he stared at. But hope could only go so far, and she knew whatever Hangman had just learned wasn’t going to end well.

Quinlan walked into base, parked closer to hangar 7 than the previous day, and accidentally right next to the iconic antique Bronco of Bradley Bradshaw. Coincidentally, totally. Seeing about half of the aviators seated, Quin took the same spot she was in before, but only Bob behind her so far.

“How’d you sleep, Bobby boy?” Quin tried not to portray her tiredness so obviously through her tone of voice, but damn, it was hard. Bob just tilted his head at the new nickname.

“Like I was dead. But apparently not dead enough to feel rested.” Quin agreed with every word. That was the deepest she’d slept since probably she was born, but dear god did she need more sleep. Phoenix sauntered into the hangar, looking convincingly rested, even suspiciously so. She glanced at Rooster, whose head was resting against his desk, arms limp at his sides since before Quin had walked in and sat down. Quin had an amused look while staring at the obviously sleep-deprived man, matching Phoenix, and Bob. Only difference? Quin spoke before she could stop herself.

“D’ya sleep well, sport?” At such a depressing-looking sight, Quinlan couldn’t help herself as she spoke, voice overflowing with sarcasm. What did she get in return? A shocked look from Bob, an amused headshake from Phoenix, and an earth-shattering glare from Rooster, which confirmed the thought that if he wasn’t so tired, Quin would most certainly be dead.

Maverick had walked through the doors and Rooster wanted to either punch someone, cry, or leave. Given none of those was an option without mostly severe consequences, he sat up, tried to look like he didn’t want to commit murder of the third degree, and stared at the screen ahead. Maverick assessed the group, looking almost just as sleep-deprived as them. The screen lit up, with bright digital lights saying, ‘TIME ON TARGET -3:00:00’.

“Time…” Maverick nodded his head towards the screen, “is your greatest enemy.” Quin shared a quiet sigh with Phoenix, and the lesson was off.

“Phase one of the mission will be a low-level ingress attacking in two plane teams.” Maverick pointed to the new map layout on the screen, a canyon colored by green lines, a warped grid showing the depth. “You’ll fly along this narrow canyon to your target.” A quiet ‘what the fuck’ left Quin’s mouth, Rooster barely nodding in response.

“Radar-guided surface-to-air missiles defend the area. These SAMs… they’re lethal. But they were designed to protect the skies above, not the canyon below.” Maverick saw the nerves on every pilot in front of him, knowing he’d be in the same position if he was the student instead of the teacher.

“That’s because the enemy knows no one is insane- “An interjection from none other than Quin, “Or stupid.” “Enough to try and fly below them.” Maverick gave the two a look, what that look meant, Rooster nor Quinlan could decipher.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna train you to do.” Looking more widely at that class, versus the two pilots in the front row, Maverick continued with mission details.

“On the day, your altitude will be one hundred feet, maximum.” Yep, it was confirmed, this was gonna be a suicide mission.

“You exceed this altitude, radar will spot you, and you’re dead.” The nonchalant tone in his voice truly unsettled every flier’s thoughts. Someone wasn’t coming back.

“Your air speed will be six hundred sixty knots. Maximum. Time to target, two and a half minutes. That’s because fifth-generation fighters wait at an air base nearby. In a head-to-head with these planes in your F-18s… Again, you’re dead. That’s why you need to get in, hit your target, and be gone before these planes even have a chance of catching you.” Good Lord, Jesus Christ above, or whoever the fuck resided in the heavens, needed to bless this mission personally at this point. But Maverick wasn’t done talking.

“This makes time your greatest adversary. You’ll fly a route in your NAV system that simulates the canyon. The faster you navigate this canyon, the harder it will be to stay under the radar of these enemy SAMs.” Not a single one of them was ready for this. Not even the flying legend, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, himself.

“The tighter the turns, the more intensely the force of gravity on your body multiplies. Compressing your lungs, forcing the blood from your brain, impairing your judgment, and reaction time.” That much they all knew, but what they didn’t, is just how many times this mission would induce that bone-crushing weight.

“For this training; max ceiling three hundred feet. Time to target, three minutes. Good luck.” And boy, oh, boy, did they need it. Gathering themselves on the way to the locker rooms, the chosen twelve could only hope to grasp the importance of this mission. Quinlan followed the majority, her, and Bob lagging towards the back of the group. Some of the pilots looked as ready as ever, insert Hangman here, and some looked ready to shit themselves, example, Fritz. Phoenix and Quin separated from the mass amounts of testosterone, going to the female locker room.

“Cas…” Neither Phoenix nor Quin were people who easily showed emotion, but with one word Quin knew they had the same thought. Neither of them was ready for what was to come. Training was one thing, but the ever-looming mission date was another.

“Cas. Do you honestly think half of us can do this? We are all cocky motherfuckers but saying and actually doing are two very, very different things.” Not many saw it, but Natasha Trace worried about anything and everything. After all, it wasn’t just her in her plane she had to worry about. Another human being, in this case Robert Floyd, trusted her with their life. Trusting her to bring them back to their family, safe and all in one piece. And that is why Quinlan opted to fly solo. Making sure she didn’t die was enough, looking after a second life? No, thank you.

“Nix, you are one of the best pilots I know, and so are most of these other guys. If anyone can fly this mission successfully, it's one of us.” In her head, Quin had already been analyzing everyone’s flight habits, seeing who would, and subsequently wouldn’t, make the cut. But flying a new course with new parameters? Every previous thought went into the trash.

“Come on, Nix. We gotta get back to the hangar.” On the outside, Quinlan was calm and collected, but inside? She felt like a cat-five hurricane ready to decimate the coast. Swirling in circles of intense emotion, the deep corner of her mind that housed her unseen feelings taking a beating like rough waves on the rocks, the bottle of containment slowly crumbling. And those were the last words Quin spoke before Phoenix was up in the air with Coyote. All the aviators were gathered in the small green room, gathered around the radio. Some sat on stools, some leaning on the bar-like counter, but all intently listening to the plane comms.

“Time to target is one minute thirty, we are two seconds behind, increase to four eighty knots.” Bob’s voice, always sounding somehow mathematical, sounded, the for the first time since pre-flight check.

“We gotta move, Coyote!” Phoenix urged, earning confirmation from the single pilot, only to be followed by Phoenix’s curse. Quinlan looked around the room at the other aviators, masking her worry to analyze the others. Rooster, standing as far away from her as he possibly could, clenched his jaw as his eyebrows furrowed. Hangman looked as disinterested as possible, a few of the others showing small indications of worry just like Rooster. Next up, was Payback and Fanboy, ever so unluckily accompanied by Hangman. All huddled once more around the radio, Quin and Bob shared a concerned look, because who could possibly fathom what shit the resident cocky pilot Lieutenant Seresin was going to pull.

“Hangman, ease up! The canyon is getting tighter-“Payback, a talented pilot but nonetheless flying with Hangman, spoke worriedly with the strain evident in his voice.

“Negative, Payback. Increase your speed.” The smirk could almost be seen through the comms. Quin just knew his pearl-white teeth were glinting in the sun’s glare, at the expense of his fellow pilot.

“Of fucking course.” A disappointed but expectant sigh left Quin’s mouth after she heard Bob speak, many of the other fliers nodded in agreement, or gave small words of similar thought. Rooster just clenched his fist, the anger seeping into his hazel eyes. If asked, Quinlan would contest the fact she studied his every move, but old habits die hard. After another few seconds of Payback and Fanboy yelling at the resident asshole to slow down, they slammed into the imaginary canyon wall, signifying the end of their run. Up next? Quinlan, Omaha, and Fritz. Well, here they went.

“Cas, good luck.” Bob gave a curt nod, his hand squeezing her shoulder. Phoenix nodded, even Rooster sparing her a quick glance. That was new… But alas, off she went, her plane engine revving to life with the force equivalent to Zeus’ tantrums.

“Y’all boys ready?” Quin was confident in her flying abilities, but this course was probably nothing any Navy fighter pilot had flown. She was just lucky if she made it to target. To her? Didn’t matter how long it took. Quinlan squeezed the mismatched dog tags in her pocket, those being her good luck charm. And so, they reached the start of the course.

“Your time starts now.” Maverick’s voice spoke in their ears, confirming the time was ticking. Each corner she turned, the weight on her lungs increased, and the blood in her head did the opposite.

“Cas! We are ten seconds behind schedule, we are running out of time! Increase speed to five hundred knots!” Omaha spoke with a tone of concern, but time didn’t matter right now. At least, not to Quin.

“Negative increase, Omaha! We can make up time elsewhere, canyon’s getting tighter!” Her tone was firm, no room for re-negotiation. Once Quin’s mind was made, it was hard to change. With less and less space, it felt like the wings on her plane were scratching the imaginary walls of the canyon. Surprisingly, it was possible to feel claustrophobic on an imaginary track and Quinlan felt it.

“Casper, you’re slowing down! Oh, fuck!” Fritz’s voice rang in Quin’s ears. They had gone above the max ceiling.

“God damnit!” The curse slipped quickly from Quin’s lips, her quiet demeanor crumbling in seconds. By the time Quin made it back to the green room, Rooster was up in the air. Quin was beyond frustrated, purely with herself. She was the reason her wingman was dead. She unconsciously slowed down. Hypothetically, Fritz and Omaha were dead. Her fault. A hand rested on her shoulder, the figure behind her.

“You did good Cas, made it the farthest out of all of us.” Bob’s words of reassurance did absolutely nothing for her frustration but were apricated anyways. Bob received a small nod, one of acknowledgement but nothing more, and he returned to his spot next to Phoenix. Rooster was getting told to increase his speed, just like Quin was told, except, he was double the time Quinlan was behind by. In the corner, Hangman huffed a short laugh,

“Looks like we got two slow pokes on our team.” A few of the other cocky pilots chuckled with Hangman, imitating the way he said two like fucked up parrots.

“Zip it, flyboy. Hope your wingmen enjoy being dead for the sake of your ignorance.” Quin sneered, her voice like poison. Quin was normally quiet, saying a few sarcastic phrases here and there, mainly her bell necklace being her voice, giving away her head shakes and movements, but not today. Today she was pissed, at herself mainly, and was in absolutely no mood to take Hangman’s shit.

“Ooo, did I hit a nerve, kitten?” The smirk still rested on his face, well that was until Quinlan lunged. Thankfully, for Hangman’s sake at least, both Phoenix and Bob restrained her shoulders, and Hangman’s now deemed bodyguard, Coyote, stood in front of the pilot.

“The kitty has claws…” The smirk gone, but a small smile in its place still irked Quinlan to no end, but Phoenix spoke before she could.

“Another word, and I stop holding her back.” By now everyone had stopped paying attention to the radio, not realizing Rooster had made it to target, even if it was a minute late. Nor did anyone hear Captain Mitchell open the door to the green room, seeing the room separated.

“What the hell happened.” Maverick demanded, more confused than anything else.

“An egotistical asshole with a mouth even more full of shit than his daddy’s ass kissing list.” Hangman’s eyes widened, nostrils flaring in anger. He usually didn’t care what people said to him, but discounting what he had to do to get where he was? That made him angry. Even Phoenix was surprised when those words left Quin’s mouth, even if they did without her thinking, and if Rooster had heard it he would be too.

“Both of you, cool it. Before you two decide to commit murder, we need to go through critiques.” That was all Maverick could muster, given he had absolutely no fucking clue how to handle them.

“I’m cool of you’re cool, Kitty.” And the smirk was back. Hangman had moved closer to Quinlan’s face, her anger dissipating inwardly to pure fatigue. The nickname was one Phoenix’s old wizzo used to all her, because of her collar like necklace, but hearing it leave Hangman’s mouth, she was deeply angered.

“Watch it, Bagman. I bite.” Quinlan snapped her jaw up, biting air, her teeth clacking together. Hangman exhaled through his nose, and Quin was the first to leave the room, Bob and Phoenix hot on her heels, walking passed a slightly shocked Mav in the process. Once far enough away from the others the burning question was asked.

“What in the hell was that!” Quinlan couldn’t tell if Phoenix was upset, impressed, or both. Quin shrugged.

“Got tired of Hangman talking shit, ts’all.” Quin lied through her teeth, having taken her frustration out of the suspiciously ken doll like aviator and with that, Phoenix knew that was all she was getting from Quin. With a concerned glance at Bob, the three continued back to the hangar for their so-called flight critiques. Once back, Rooster was already in his seat, having gone straight there. As more of them filed in, he felt like he missed something. Especially once he saw Hangman glaring at the back of Quin’s head. Turning back towards Phoenix and Bob, Rooster asked them a question.

“What the fuck did I miss…?” His confusion, yet inability to consider asking the quiet pilot next to him made Phoenix roll her eyes.

“Not now, Rooster. Why don’t you ask Cas later.” Her tone was clipped, words short, not looking forward for what was to come.

“Now for your critiques…” Mav walked up the center isle from behind them all, and this right here, was the absolute last thing every single aviator in the hangar needed at that moment. But they didn’t ever get to choose what they needed; the Navy made those choices for them.

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Little Lady, Big Guns

part 3 :) (guys should i add a little konig x reader? 😝)

I smoothed down the fabric of my straight legged pants and adjusted the strap of my one shoulder top. Pants for me were almost unbearable most of the time, i refused to wear them for anything other than partying. Getting drunk in pants meant nothing could uh. 

slip out. not to be crude 

a slight rapping on my quarters door gave me a small burst of electricity down my spine, It was time. I opened the door to a casually dressed, Ghost?

“Come in, Just give me one second.” I left the door agape while shuffling to the makeup organizer on my desk. trying desperate to find my signature perfume scent. 

“do you know what’s going to happen tonight?”

The deep accented voice caught me off guard, I realized I had never heard Ghost spoke until now. It brought a small smile to my face.

“What get drunk and swallow a live fish or perhaps have to sing embarrassing karaoke?”

Ghost’s eyes locked to mine and his large frame, decorated with a tight fitted t shirt seemed to straighten up a little. 

“They’re going to get you blackout, Mazur. Close to alcohol poisoning” 

By the seldom look on his face I knew he wasn’t kidding. But who hasn’t got blackout drunk before?

“Please call me Vera, and I know how to handle myself. But thank you for giving me the heads up.”

The intense eye contact gave my words importance and he nodded then gestured to the door. I took the hint and walked my way into the hall. 

“This has to be a joke”

My arms were squished to my side and my legs forced together, by the two massive men sitting in the Jeep on both sides of me. Ghost and Soap the iconic duo decided the best spot for me would be right between them. 

“Sorry darling but you’re the smallest one here and only Graves can drive his precious Jeep.”

Sitting next to ghost made me realize just what an absolute unit this man was. This guy could definitely throw some weight around. 

maybe he could throw my weight around 

The jeep made a tight left that caused me to bump slightly into the man himself, his eyes flickered down to me. I gave him a sheepish smile and maybe if he didn’t wear that damn mask I would’ve been able to see his full reaction. 

“And it’s right up here, you guys ready?”

“Just please get me out of these two boulders” 

The car doors all opened up and as the two men leapt out I followed suite. Towards the small bar with a wrap around porch. It looked homely enough for a small town bar. The boys were the first to enter, and following I was hit by the atmosphere. Loud music, a couple of pool tables here and there, and framed photos lining almost every inch of every wall. A long sleek wooden bar top was well decorated with lots of men and only a few other women. The three bartenders each had matching old style uniforms and were working diligently through the crowd of drinkers. Further back down a few stairs a small dance floor was semi crowded with people, most of them swaying their hips to the music. 

“This place is exactly my kind of establishment.”

I grinned at Soap who shared a cheeky smile, and continued past him to an empty section of the bar. Where I was greeted by a particularly good looking bartender. 

“What can I get for you sweetheart?”

He flashed me a toothy smirk with his arms splayed over the counter. Just as I was about to order Graves interrupted. 

“She’s new to the base so get her the newbie special” 

The man chuckled and shot me a flirty wink.

“Five shots for the new little lady.”

here we go

The first shot of cinnamon vodka slid down my throat easily, and a warm sensation filled my stomach. The next four went down easily as well, and soon a small crowd of people began to gather round. Considering my high alcohol tolerance this could go on a little wild. 

“How are you feeling?”

Ghost leaned lazily against the bar, his voice hit my ears amongst the buzz and it took me by surprise. 

“Y’all honestly thought 5 shots would get me shit faced? Nice try.”

Soap came from behind me and placed a lazy large arm across my shoulder, giving me slight nudge. 

“This is only the beginning Vera”

Ghost’s eyes flickered from my face to Soap’s arm, then shifted to the bar, solemnly drinking his whiskey. A whistle from an incoming bartender drew all of our attention.

“three shots of our most premium vodka, Балкан” (balkan) 

The bartender set down a row of three tiny shot glasses, and I went to grab one when Ghost reached out and stopped my hand. His large hand covered most of mine, prohibiting me from taking the drink. 

“This the real shit Vera, you have to be careful.”

His eyes bore into mine, almost uncomfortably. But his words along with the 5 shots ignited some rebellion in me. Why’d did he care if I got shitfaced so much? I’m a grown woman, leave me alone attractive ghost man. With a playful smirk on my lips I used my free hand to slip a shot down my throat, all while making direct eye contact with Ghost. His and my eyes did not waver for one second. The burning down my throat slightly unsettled me. but only slightly. A loud cheering from the crowd met my ears, and I threw my arms up in celebration. The liquid confidence soared through my body as I began to feel the warmth in my stomach spread through my body. It was  like watching a movie of someone else’s life, my words were not mine but they came from my mouth. Two shots later and my feet carried me to the dance floor. Unfamiliar faces danced wildly around me, but the booming music seemed to flood away all my suspicion. It seems that everyone had dubbed me “Gun Girl” after Soap telling everyone I was an expert guns master. People had given me drinks most of which I placed down. But now I had a particularly tasty margarita in my left hand. A familiar mohawk entered in my vision

and soon Soap was leaning close to me. 

“Vera we still have one last stop, come on babes.”

He led me off the dance floor and back to the bar where Ghost and Graves still sat on barstools. 

“Ghost, Graves last stop, the place next door?” 

Graves stood and stretched his arms and shoulders, finishing off his drink. Ghost however still sat with a drink in hand, and his mask rolled just above his lips. I could see his sharp jawline as it flexed back and forth in annoyance. Why did Ghost come tonight if he was going to sit and pout?

His eyes suddenly locked to mine and Soap let out a booming laugh. 

“Damn Straight Vera, Ghosts a little debbie downer”

Had I said that out loud, shit. His eyes flickered with an unrecognizable emotion, sadness? anger? I couldn’t interpret it. A small wave of guilt glided over me but was quickly replaced with the euphoria of mmmm alcohol. I bit my cheek slightly as the four of us all shuffled out out the door and into the cool air. Soap and Graves led the way with Ghost staggering far behind, as we walked the few yards to the next small establishment connected to the bar. Opening the door, inside was a young man standing at a small booth twirling a pencil through his fingers. 

“Welcome to Lionel’s tattoos what can I get for you today?”

[masquenoire]

What does your muse smell like? Roman has expensive taste therefore enjoys a wide range of men’s colognes. One of his favourite scents to use is Clive Christian’s 1872 Masculine Edition, which combines deep earthy, wooden notes with fresh green resins to produce an invigorating aroma with hints of sandalwood, pine and salt. One bottle lasts a good while, up to a year as he likes to alternate his collection but beneath his colognes, Roman’s scent carries musky tones of cuban tobacco, gunpowder and iron.

What do your muse’s hands feel like? His palms are calloused and rough to the touch even with the use of moisturizer and gloves. Roman’s hands see a lot of day-to-day action from writing, smoking, fighting, shooting guns and torture - he’s pretty much always doing something with them at any given moment but keeping his skin moisturized has given it a softer feel beneath that crushing strength of his.

What does your muse usually eat in a day? Ever since he hit puberty, Roman’s always been a big eater and it wasn’t long before he grew taller than both his parents. His mother tried controlling the amount he ate but his temper only grew worse when smaller portions could no longer satiate his growing body. Fortunately he’s managed to maintain a somewhat healthy relationship with food, enjoying fine cuisine so much he refuses to eat junk food and anything else he considers to be ‘low class’ unless he’s actually starving. For breakfast, he’ll usually partake in a fried breakfast. It’s not healthy but it is quick and the high salt content helps him bounce back from any hangovers as a result of drinking too much the night before. For lunch, he’ll usually settle for something lighter - soup or pasta is his usual choice, with sicilian chicken soup being his favourite during the colder months of Gotham. For dinner, he loves nothing more than a prime cut of steak with fried mushrooms + onions on the side and a colourful salad with dark, leafy greens. For snacks, he’ll opt for fruit, nuts and the occasional bar of dark chocolate. Enjoys expensive meals made with quality ingredients whenever he has time to indulge.

Does your muse have a good singing voice? Surprisingly yes! Roman’s voice is scratchier thanks to years of heavy smoking but he can carry a tune and hit those deep notes wonderfully. Doesn’t sing often unless he’s in a very good mood.

Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? He grinds his teeth a lot which is noticable given they’re exposed as a result of his facial disfigurement. Roman rarely feels nervous but he’s frequently annoyed, frustrated, vexed or infuriated, expending pent-up energy through huffing, pacing, clenching his fists or punching unlucky henchmen. Smokes and drinks heavily to manage his stress levels thus became an alcoholic (Note: Roman’s experienced some particularly vicious withdrawal spells during his stays at Arkham, heightening his anxiety while being treated there.)

What does your muse usually look like / wear? Just some expensive top-of-the-range business suits, thank you very much. Roman does not like to be lumped in with the other ‘rogues’ of Gotham, thinking his stylish threads set him apart from that costumed riff-raff. His most iconic clothing is his pure white suit and black shirt, matching the aesthetics of his signature black mask. He similarly enjoys luxury coats and footwear made from hand-stitched leather, though on occasion has been known to wear different coloured suits depending on his mood.

Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so? Roman struggles so very hard with affection. His parents were only affectionate in public, pretending to be loving people when truthfully they despised their son so it’s hard for him to accept being touched and held platonically. Doesn’t know how badly he’s touch-starved and pursues it through aggressive sex.

What position does your muse sleep in? Either on his back or on his side. During restless nights he’ll toss and turn, too agitated to fully drop off even while sleeping.

Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? Yes. Roman is loud, proud and not afraid to make his feelings known, yelling at the top of his lungs whenever he’s pissed off - which is often. His henchmen know whenever the boss is having a bad day, especially when they can hear him several floors away.

Tagged by;; @quinnzelles (thank you peach! ♡) Tagging;; @arkhampsych, @babydxhl, @caestusvulpes, @defectivexfragmented, @elisethetraveller, @fiddlingonthetympanic, @oswald-pengu1n-cobblepot, @riddleroyalty, @sanguine-salvation, @shinebrightsweetdove​, @the-arkham-librarian​, @undeadasshcle​, @zeigekopf​​ and anyone else who wants to do this?

[blazingstar29]

99% sure the Raybans would have green lenses - we call that colour Ray ban green in optics and the black lens in the gold frame is much less iconic. Top guns 1 + 2 led to a surge in rayban sales that saved the company, and Tom Cruises were the Ones, but every single character who wears sunnies wears a rayban model in 1 (did they go on a shopping trip? 😂) and everyone bar penny wears them in 2 (another shopping trip, penny went to Persol instead) and that’s my niche work related knowledge I can give you

i can imagine what top gun did for rayban 😂😂

i looked it up and some article called it g-15 and the website matches it. i love how even bob wears rayban eye glasses lmao