#I think I flake out of things only like 10% of the time

[letsnowtalk]

Crossed Lines

Chapter 6

Things unsaid

Part 7

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They warned you about the storm at morning shootaround, but no one took it seriously.

By the time the second half of the game ended — a gritty road win that left everyone bruised and exhausted — the snow was already falling sideways. Thick, heavy flakes blanketed the team bus. Visibility: zero.

You should’ve flown out that night.

Instead, you were stuck in a low-rise hotel off a highway in upstate New York, half the lights flickering and the thermostat working overtime.

You didn’t care.

You were cold, sore, and tired.

But your mind? Still wide awake.

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“Okay, rooms are tight,” the assistant coach announced as everyone unloaded bags inside the lobby. “One bed each. Y’all are grown. Pick your person and figure it out.”

Your heart stopped.

And then Nika was beside you. Quiet. Casual.

“Guess we’re roomies,” she said.

You nodded once. “Yeah. Sure.”

You didn’t even look at anyone else.

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10:42 PM

The hotel heater buzzed in the corner like it was trying its best not to give up. The bed was small — full size, if that — and the lights cast a warm, buttery glow across the walls.

You stood near the window in an oversized hoodie, watching snow swirl under the streetlamps. Nika flopped on the bed behind you, already changed, hair loose, phone on the nightstand.

“You always get this quiet after games?” she asked gently.

You shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“About her?”

You didn’t answer.

After a moment, Nika said softly, “You don’t owe me anything.”

You turned. “But you keep showing up like I do.”

Her eyes met yours. “Because I want to. And maybe that’s stupid. Maybe I’m just making it harder for you.”

“No,” you whispered. “You’re not.”

You crossed the room slowly, heart pounding with every step.

“I think I just…” You stopped. “I don’t know how to want something that’s actually good for me.”

Nika sat up straighter. Lightly smiled.“You think I’m good for you?”

You gave a tired smile. “I think you might be the only one who hasn’t asked me to shrink.”

Her mouth parted like she wanted to say something. But she didn’t.

She just pulled back the covers and said, “Get in before you freeze.”

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You lay back-to-back at first.

The silence between you wasn’t awkward. Just fragile.

Somewhere in the darkness, Nika whispered, “You know what scares me?”

You turned slightly. “What?”

“That you’ll never let yourself be fully loved. Not just by me. By anyone.”

You stared at the ceiling.

Then. “You know what scares me?”

She didn’t say anything. Just waited.

“That I already am.”

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You shifted slowly, turning onto your side to face her. Nika was already looking at you. Not blinking.

“You drive me crazy,” you whispered.

“Good crazy or bad crazy?”

You smiled a little. “Both.”

She reached out, slowly, hesitantly — her fingers brushing your wrist. “I won’t touch you unless you ask.”

Your voice was so quiet you barely heard it yourself. “You can.”

She moved closer, her hand resting lightly on your waist, grounding you.

And then… nothing more.

No kiss. No confession. Just the weight of her body near yours, the heat of shared breath in a cold room.

She pressed her forehead to yours, and that was it.

No words.

But everything you hadn’t said?

It was all there.

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In the morning, the storm still raged.

But inside that room, everything had shifted.

You didn’t say much as you packed. Didn’t have to.

But when you opened the door to leave, Nika grabbed your wrist gently.

“Hey,” she said.

You looked at her.

She just smiled, small and sure. “I’d do it all again.”

You nodded.

And for the first time… you believed her.

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[inf3ct3dd]

loser!ellie headcanons pt.6

summary: ellieeee my chiquitita my baby my love

warnings: none :3

authors note: ik yall missed herrrr

masterlist. help palestine.🇵🇸

- ellie tries to be soooo cool and wear her cool people jackets (leather jackets, canvas, those carhartt hoodie jackets etc) but they’re very not helpful against the cold and you’ll be out with her and shes just SHIVERING the whole time…

- she’s obsessed w those “general knowledge quizzes” on tiktok. that girl is a hoe for trivia she’s sitting on her bed at three in the morning saying her answers OUT LOUD while she watches them. she gets so upset when she gets literally any wrong… “man…im not a quiz master 🙁”

- ik in the games she walks around with her little journal and shit but i feel like shes definitely jus constantly typing shit in her notes app… random thoughts and jokes and shit that she most definitely shows you at the end of the day

- she barely ever baby talks to babies… she’ll go up to a baby and just be like “wassup dude” and have a full blown conversation with him while the babies just sitting there babbling and giggling at her

- thinks those “im nothing like yall” slideshows r so hilarious…. like you’ll be on the couch and she’s just giggling at her phone at paracetamol 😞

- references the most niche memes ever constantly and literally googles them to explain herself. you guys went camping and she said “boy you want hot dog” and you were like ????

- so strangely particular about how her stuff is arranged 😭 her desk looks like an absolute hot mess 90% of the time but SHE UNDERSTANDS IT and if u try and organize it for her she just puts it back how it was

- always says “guys” and “yall” when she’s talking to literally one person. and CHAT. she just constantly adds it into conversation like “chat how are you today”

- loves asking if things are “fire.” she’ll cook you something and you take a bite and shes like “is that shit fire???” she has to know

- obsessed with “i barely know her” jokes. the second someone says something ending in er shes like “rider??? i barely know her!!” and she’s laughing her ass off

- that girl will go HAM on some mac and cheese. but it can only be really good baked mac or the shitty kraft mac and cheese. she puts like- hella pepper and red chili flakes in it and eats it straight out of the pot 🔥 its always at like three in the morning and you just walk in the kitchen to her with a pot in her lap watching glee or some shit

- SPEAKING. OF. glee is most definitely one of her guilty pleasure shows…like shes rewatched it a million times and glee cast was one of her top artists on apple music wrapped

- shes an apple music user. send tweet.

- got yelled at by an old lady once cuz she picked her flowers out of her front yard and gave them to you

- when i tell you that girl goes ham on those tiny clementines… she’ll eat like 10 in one day and theres just PEELS. EVERYWHERE.

- also she fw grapes heavy. especially green grapes (shes a weird little freak red grapes are so much better)

- OBSESSED WITH THOSE BLIND BAG SHITS. especially mini brands oh my god she definitely has the whole lil grocery store set and she’s so obsessed with it.

- her house slippers are definitely just a pair of crocs with the fur inside and a bunch of stupid ass jibbits. she buys the mega packs off amazon and changes them whenever shes bored

- has SO MANY drafts on tiktok and they’re all her trying filters staring at the screen like 😯

- most annoying person to sleep next to ever . snoring, sleep talking, moving around CONSTANTLY and hitting you accidentally, the only way she sleeps peacefully is if you’re holding her or she’s holding you, otherwise shes insane

- weirdly into linguistics…that girl is using humongous words for no good reason just for fun and half the time she has no idea what they mean and when she googles them and shes right about the definition she does that little fist pump and “fuck yes”

- speaking of. that girl is SPEEDRUNNING DUOLINGO . she’s fluent in (bad spaniard) spanish from it, and just learns random languages for fun. you speak a different language? she’s learning it immediately. definitely leaves notes for you in random languages she learned and you have to pull out a translator to understand wtf shes talking about… she also sleep talks in spanish sometimes and its so funny

- loves trying out different recipes…like i said my girl is a CHEF she will be at home fucking up a salmon bake she made and making you homemade pho for dinner

- had a phase when she was younger when she was really into the la bamba movie and dressed like richie valens for two years

- also cried so hard when she watched selena with you…that girl was devastated 💔 every time she hears “dreaming of you” she almost sheds a tear

“when that yolanda bitch gets out of prison….im shooting someone . its obvious who its gonna be.”

- she definitely begged joel to buy her a gun for christmas and he would take her to the range all the time so she can SHOOT. that girl is goated at lazer tag she gets down…does not play

- thought that candy cigarettes were the coolest thing ever when she was little… everywhere she went she had one hanging out of the side of her mouth and shed hold them between her fingers like they do in movies. if you two go to a candy shop shes for sure buying a pack

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

And that is why they were all (except for Till) bawling their eyes out during last show - they already decided the band was done. 2024 dates literally came out of nowhere and I'm pretty darn sure they decided to split during allegations, Till was done then and they did 2004 as a farewell.

I feel so bad for Richard, Paul, Oli, Flake and Schneider not because it ended but how it ended.

Maybe you're right, at the time i figured it was a bit sadness at the stadiumtour ending after the 5 year stint (when indeed they only had intended 3 or 4 years) and maybe also a bit of relief that the 2024 tour went so much better and relaxter than the 2023 one 🌺

I know many read finality in those quotes from Richard's recent interview, and who knows, it might be. Personally i got a vibe of keeping all options open from him, just like from the little chat Paul had with a few fans at one of the last shows in 2024. No touring this year, although we would have all loved that, it wasn't really a surprise, as the tour was already a bit longer than expexted, and Rammstein have always liked to alternate touring years with 'creating years', especially with our guys the six men marriage, there are some who like the creating more, some who like the touring more. And espexially 2023 must have been taxing for them all, and all in a different way, so it is a good idea to give eachother space and time to deal with it, each in their own way.

Personally i don't necessarily think it's the end of Rammstein. The band have always done things according to their own schedule. There were 10 years between album 6 and 7, and after dropping hints for years that maybe, possibly there would be a 7th album to come...i bet many fans at the time never thought it would happen (Zeit really is a gift i never expected to happen)

The guys have taken time off from eachother before, Richard even lived half a world away for years, and the Mutter years could have easily been the end right there and then. I think they mentioned in an old interview that they would always meet once a year, but there were years in the past when the one time really was the only in that year. The band might have called it quits in the early 2000's, around 2015, and maybe several times in between.

Even if they would call it quits now, i'm glad we got two albums (Untitled and Zeit) and a wonderful stadiumtour, with lots of fun on stage, and more interactions than ever in the 20 years before. A live DVD would be a great present, especially because the last live DVD (Paris) was (imo) not showing Rammstein at their live best, which is a real shame for the best live band in the world 🔥

But gotta say...i think there's more to come...Rammstein like to change things, to surprise us, to shake things up a bit before they get bored 🌺 Let's give them time to live their own lives for now... 🍀

That house that Richard mentioned, unlike the country they grew up in and that they have lost: that house will always be there when they are ready to come back to it and to eachother 🌺

[arsenal-womens-1]

I see you in my reflection part 2

Tw: guns school shooting death blood self harm description of death murder panic attack if there’s any I’ve missed sorry

“The bravest thing I ever did was continue my life when I wanted to die.” — Juliette Lewis

“If you love someone, you say it. You say it right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.” — Mark Sloan

Six hours later, you are on your way back to Leah's. It was just going to be Beth, Viv, you, and Leah having dinner tonight after you’re planning on watching a movie called *The Fallout*. You have no clue what it’s about, but it’s apparently meant to be good. It’s cold outside, not too cold, but still cold. The car comes to a stop. Finally, you get out of the car and run to the door. Leah walks up the stairs as slowly as possible, finally opening the door. You run in, running straight to the kitchen. Leah had agreed to let you help with dinner. It’s called marry me chicken. It takes about 45 minutes to cook.

“Right, get all the ingredients out, and we can start cooking,” Leah says, pulling out all the ingredients: 30 g of plain flour, 4 chicken breasts, 125 g sundried tomatoes in oil (drained and roughly chopped), 3 tbsp oil (reserved), 1 red onion (finely chopped), 3 garlic cloves (crushed or finely grated), ½ - 1 tsp chili flakes (to taste), 2-3 thyme or oregano sprigs (leaves picked), or 1 tsp mixed dried herbs, 150 ml of double cream, 250 ml of chicken stock, 35 g parmesan (grated), 8-10 basil leaves (torn), and lemon wedges.

Halfway through making it, there is a knock at the door before Leah can say anything. You run to the door. Beth and Viv are just standing there. “Come in,” you say, taking off their shoes and coats. You all walk back into the kitchen where Leah is still doing stuff for the food. “How was media day?” You just shrug your shoulders at that.

“Boring, mainly they all ask the same question, just in a different way,” you reply. Beth and Vivian just shake their heads. You have said multiple times that you don’t like media days. This is only the second one you’ve done, but you still have the same opinion: “Yeah, they do that a lot apart from a few, and since you couldn’t do any work today, you need to do a bit more tomorrow.” The only downside of living with Beth and Vivian is that they make you do schoolwork. It’s the most boring thing.“What if I don’t do any more schoolwork?” you ask.

Viv loses it at your shoes, saying that no matter what you are doing, the work is still there.

You just accept your fate. “Can someone call my phone? I’ve lost it. It’s aging.” Leah holds your phone up and says, “Thank you.” Opening your phone, there is a text from your dad.

Dad:

“Hey kid, I know we haven’t spoken in a bit, but I thought I would text you and see how you are doing. Also, Max and Missy want to know if you are going to be home this summer for their birthday.”

You:

“Hey Dad, I’m doing good. I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it home this summer, but tell Max and Missy that I miss them and I wish I could be there, but I can’t. I’ll send them presents.”

Dad:

“It’s okay, kid. You don’t have to apologize. I know why you don’t want to come back, but they wanted to know if you were able to come. It’s good to hear that you’re doing well. I have to go. The twins need to be dropped off at your grandma’s house.”

You:

“I’ll text you later. I love you too.”

“Who are you texting?” Leah asks as she finishes cooking.

“My dad was asking if I was going home this summer.” In the time the team had, knowing you’ve only ever said that you lived in America, you dodged any other questions, so at one point they all just left it, seeing that you didn’t want to talk about it before you got there. “Are you going home this summer?” they asked.

“No, I think I’m just going to go to another country,” you told them.

They all nodded. “What country are you thinking of going to?”

You had thought about this a lot. “I was thinking Norway, Sweden, Spain, or the Netherlands. I’ve always wanted to go to those countries.” When you said “Netherlands,” Viv smiled a bit for the next 45 minutes. You all talked for 20 minutes before the food was done. It was time for the movie.

The movie starts with a girl sitting on the toilet. Three minutes later, she walks to the bathroom. Viv and Beth are sitting next to each other, and Leah is in the middle. On the end, exactly seven minutes in, it sounds like a door banging and screaming more. It feels like your heart is about to pound out of your chest. A lump in your throat starts to form.

Blood everywhere, screaming, bullets.

“I can’t breathe.” The second you say that, all three of them are beside you. Vivian lifts you up and places you in her lap. “Copy my breathing pattern.”

“Y/N, I’m scared.” The door slams open.

“They didn’t do anything wrong; it should have been me.” Your breathing isn’t slowing down. “They didn’t deserve it; we were just kids.” Beth is now standing behind you, kind of trapping you like a burrito. “Copy my breathing, kid.” You try your best to copy her breathing, eventually doing so.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your head is still on Vivian’s chest.

“I’m a twin… was a twin. The shock on their faces was something. We were identical. Lucy was 1 minute and 25 seconds older than me. She always would use that or say it was the best time of her life.” Tears were falling down your face. The girls said nothing, so you continued. “When we were 4, we moved from California to New York. Our next-door neighbors had a girl our age. Her name was Lily. She had green eyes, brown hair, and was a little bit taller than us. We became inseparable. We were in the same class. It was grade 6; we were in 4th period English with Miss Cooper. We sat at the back of her class.”

“Today we are learning about Romeo and Juliet.” Lily is to the left of you, and Lucy is to the right. “Lily, give me a pencil; I’ve forgotten mine again.”

“We were 12 minutes into the class when the first shouts could be heard two doors down from us. The screams for help were horrifying. We did everything they said to do. He was down with that class fast. He moved to the one next to us. There was a door connecting both classrooms together. We didn’t barricade it.”

The sound of the door crashing open startles everyone. Before anyone can do anything, he’s shooting randomly all over, and in 2 minutes, he’s gone.

“Lily was on the ground. She was in a pool of blood. He shot her 6 times; 2 of them hit her left lung. I tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. Her lungs were filling up with blood. Her beautiful face was covered in blood. She was scared. I could tell because of the way her eyes looked. She would get that look when she was scared. Lucy laid her head on my shoulder. She had been shot once, between her chest and shoulder. I remember Lily’s eyes starting to shut. I remember saying, ‘Come on, Lily, keep your eyes open for me. Keep them open.’ I remember her last words so clearly: ‘Y/N, it’s okay. It’s okay. Go be a superstar, win all the trophies. Don’t give up on your dream.’ There was another round of shots. The color in her eyes was gone. She was gone.”

“No, no, no, Lily, don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” Armed police rush through the door. “Everyone show hands.”

“I don’t really remember much about how I got from the classroom to the ambulance. I remember the paramedic saying that I had been shot 3 times. I didn’t even know that I had been shot. I was in shock. I remember the sirens. I remember them asking questions, getting wheeled into the ER. I was next to Lucy. I remember her heart monitor. I didn’t know what it meant except that she was alive. Within 2 minutes of being there, she flatlined. They tried to get her back, but they couldn’t. 14:25 was her time of death. A piece of the bullet had made its way to her heart. They were dead, and I wasn’t. After that, I turned to self-harm and other things. I wanted to be with them. It wasn’t until about 2 months after it all that it sank in that I had lost my twin sister and my first love in the same day

[crow-stars]

❝TAKE A BITE, DON'T BE SHY!❞

❦summary; trying new things is always encouraged, especially by lilia, though that doesn't extend to that fae's cooking... ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, lilia vanrouge ✎word count; 992 ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, lilia cooks, lilia discovers spicy foods, reader is lilia's victim taste tester, saved by the bell (literally) ☛the author's notes; sebek likers are gonna like tomorrow i think ☪look at the catalogue?

Lilia liked to cook, nobody could deny that. And, of course, everyone but Lilia knew not to let him within several feet within a stove. They can’t manage to stop him all the time and Lilia is always coming across new recipes and always wanting to put a spin on it. 

Today was one of those fateful days, where Lilia has decided to take up the apron and try a new recipe. 

And you were, unfortunately, chosen as Lilia’s taste tester. Well, you were more so the chosen sacrifice by the other dormmates, who all conveniently left the dorm around the time Lilia had planned to begin cooking. And so, here you were, sitting in the Diasomnia kitchen, a strained smile on your face as Lilia hums, walking around the kitchen and putting things together. 

The recipe that Lilia wanted to make was spicy cookies and, just from what you were seeing, it wasn’t going to be a pretty sight. You watched in horror at the amount of peppers and pepper flakes Lilia put into the bowl. It almost made your tongue burn seeing just the amount. Not to mention that your eyes were beginning to tear up as well even when you were as far as you could possibly be from the bowl Lilia was using. 

 The worst part of it all was that Lilia seemed unaffected, carrying on as normal. One would expect, with the amount of peppers and pepper flakes in the bowl, you would be feeling the effects of the capsaicin, but not Lilia. Oh no, he was practically putting his face into the bowl, glaring at the amount before apparently deciding that the monstrous amount of powder in the bowl wasn’t enough for the batch Lilia wanted to make. And he said he wanted to make enough for the whole dorm.

Eventually, thankfully, Lilia decided that enough was enough and began the process of mixing. That was... it was certainly an experience that one wouldn’t want to see again. There was no grace, no rhythm, no process to how Lilia mixed the dough, if you could call it that. It looked more akin to a sludge, yet also a slime, but also looking like it was more powder than anything else. You don’t even think he put any sugar in it, even though they were supposed to be cookies. Or anything besides that tear inducing concoction of mixed spices. It definitely wasn’t something you’d want to even think of consuming and it most definitely wasn’t supposed to be that color. You couldn’t even find the proper words to describe the hellish color of it, no mortal words could dare to describe.

“Um... Lilia, aren’t you going to add sugar or something..?”

Lilia looked up from where he was stirring, a wide grin on his lips. He had some flour covering his cheeks, that sparkle in his eyes that he got when excited. It would have been a memorable sight if not for the fact he was mixing your demise.

“Hm? Oh, no, no! They’re supposed to be spicy cookies! So that means that if I add the sugar, it might not be as spicy.” 

That did not settle well for you and Lilia resumed his stirring. 

Then, he began making balls out of the dough, varying in sizes and put them on the parchment paper. They weren’t keeping the shape intended, the ratio of dry ingredients to wet ingredients unbalanced and making the dough fall apart into a clumpy mess. Lilia at the very least tried to get them to stay together before he gave up and left them as is. 

The worst part of it all was watching Lilia put it in the oven. He put the oven at 500 degrees, set to bake for 10 minutes. You half expected Diasomnia to burn down, but surprisingly, and thankfully, it didn’t. Of course, that seemed like the only good outcome to this whole debacle, as Lilia was taking his man-made horror out of the oven and putting it onto the counter to cool off. 

It looked disgusting, to say the least. It wasn’t even in the shape of cookies, but lumps of charcoal, small specks of red peeking out, but otherwise looked as hard as a rock. 

“Alright, it’s ready for eating!” 

Oh, right. You were supposed to be the taste tester. Oh no.

This was when you sat up in attention, eyes wide and a shot of panic ran through your body. Lilia was already approaching you with one of his cookies in hand. You began to panic, he was already holding it out to you, an expectant smile on his face as he awaits for you to take it. 

“Aha... um...” 

“What, are you shy? Would you like me to feed it to you instead?” Lilia chuckles in almost amusement as he decides for you and begins to come closer to you. He has one hand holding the monstrosity and the other under it so no crumbs will fall onto the floor. And the smell is vile up close, a horrible mix of a burnt smell mixed with the smell of peppers tenfold and somehow a sweet undertone. It makes you almost gag, stomach churning as the smell invades your senses. 

But then, like a savior, your phone manages to ring, your reminder that class was going to start soon. You shoot up from your seat and plaster an apologetic smile on your lips. 

“It’s almost time for me to go to class! I should get going! Like— Right now!” You gather your things quickly enough before Lilia has enough time to answer. “Sorry I couldn’t try your cookies, bye!” 

You’re quick to make your escape, leaving the Diasomnia dorm without another word. It leaves Lilia sitting with the ‘cookie’ in his hands. He stares at it for a second before taking a bite out of it and humming in thought.

“Hmm... more peppers perhaps?”

[noturlondonboy]

Hi, hello I’m really sorry for all the hate you’re getting for autistic! Yelena, she’s so near and dear to my heart especially cus she reminds me so much of me.

Thank you so much for responding to my last two asks on autistic! Yelena with a literal wall of text, it makes me happy every time.

I would love it if you wrote more, specifically to spite the haters but also because I’m a self indulgent little shit.

Don’t let the hate get to you <3

Ps: since you asked for a silly little way to recognize me, we’re actually mutuals on this site but I’m terrified of social interaction and being judged so if it’s cool I’d just go by: R :)

I love your writing

-R :)

Hi anon!! Welcome back <3 thank you so much for the love, this girl means so much to me and I’m glad she’s important to others, too. Life has been stressing me tf OUT recently and popping into my inbox to find new asks about Autistic!Yelena and Genderqueer!Kate really helps me feel better for a small time.

Responding with a wall of text is one of my favorite things! And yknow what, here’s some more :)

-I’ve been thinking about just a soft day with Autistic!Yelena recently

-there’s no plans, there’s no stress, no pressure, no expectations

-she sleeps in until like 10, which is insane for her. Kate wakes up before her even, even more unheard of- she’s quiet and soft when she gets out of bed, just kissing Yelena’s nose and then going to the kitchen to make breakfast

-their missions have been more and more demanding recently, and Yelena’s been masking harder than usual in order to cope with it. Buuuut, one problem… the harder the mask, the harder the crash

-so yeah. She crashes.

-she’s kinda just all fuzzy brained the whole day, and for the first couple hours of being awake, speaking is an absolute no. Kate has been helping her learn ASL, and she prefers to communicate that way when she goes nonverbal, so their conversation over breakfast is the occasional sleepy hand motion

-miss girl needs to sleep a lot, but she’s horrible at naps. When her brain is taking a day to recalibrate, that’s when Kate does her best to get her to rest during the regular day time hours. Usually it takes a hot shower (she hates hot baths and actually prefers ice ones) and some cuddles under a weighted blanket and maybe some doggy pillows and a snack to get her sleepy and calm enough

-I wouldn’t say that Yelena experiences any age regression per se, but she definitely prefers simpler foods that remind her of being a kid again when she’s feeling fuzzy. Macaroni and cheese is already a given, but we’re busting out the dinosaur chicken nuggets and chocolate milk too (also Kate just already has these things stocked up for herself because she’s just like me)

-clothing is important and needs to be paid attention to. In a good headspace, Yelena can usually throw on whatever, because she’s already curated her wardrobe to always be comfortable. No tags, to bumpy seams, certain textures completely removed, etc. That being said, sometimes her skin feels like it’s literally on fire, and honestly it would feel better to go completely naked if she couldn’t feel the ac and the sun on her skin. Kate helps her pick out something really simple and loose, and Yelena steals a pair of her boxers, because she absolutely adores how soft they are, even if they’re a little tight on her hips and stomach

-normally she prefers to have her nails painted, but when she’s feeling particularly fuzzy and sensitive, nail polish more often ends up scratched off. Kate finds some cheap nail polish that comes off easily in a color that Yelena only mostly likes so that she won’t feel bad about removing it 30 minutes after it finishes drying. Sometimes she spends a few hours just applying and reapplying it after it flakes away because it gives her brain something to focus on, and is minorly destructive in a fun way that doesn’t hurt anything (Kate always makes sure they have a spa day later that week if they can so that Yelena has a chance to fix her nails back up how she likes them)

-this girl is secretly the BIGGEST fucking cuddler istg. Oh ho ho, you thought Kate was clingy? Wait till Yelena is grumpy and tired and then bam, tiny blonde Russian koala baby

-she’s my everything :,))

[jowrites]

Otherwordly - Jake Sim Drabble

No warnings, just fluff! Jake x Reader

Inspired by this song

You felt the chill run down your spine, making you wake up from your slumber. You noticed the moonlight was the only light illuminating the room, and saw the door to the outside was open. You turned over on your side and found the spot beside you empty. He must have gotten up, or maybe he just couldn’t sleep. You got up and found a robe beside your bed and put it over your naked body, very convenient but you knew you probably didn’t even need it but the chill of the night was getting to you.

You saw his figure sitting down along the water, his legs resting in it as he seemed to be focusing on something in his hand. You didn’t know what it was, but you had a hunch. You quietly walked up behind your lover, rubbing his back before sitting beside him. You then realized why it was so cold as you stared at the snow falling in front of your eyes. The water was steaming and you couldn’t help but take your robe off and dip into the warm water. Your body immediately relaxed.

“Can’t sleep?” you asked, still staring ahead at the snow, walking over to the edge and holding your hand out as you watched the white flakes melt on your skin.

“No, not really. I just have been thinking a lot. Did I wake you?” Jake admired your form, smiling to himself as you looked like a kid seeing snow for the first time. He just loved you so much.

“About what? And no, just when you’re not with me I can tell and it makes me uneasy,” you said looking back at him and saw him fiddle with whatever, putting it out of your sight. 

“Sorry, love. You look absolutely divine right now. I almost feel like it’s a crime to be looking at you,” he complimented, feeling loss for words as you were glowing from the moonlight. How your skin was glistening from the water, how your nipples perked from the cold as you stood in the water. You smiled at him holding out your hand wanting him to join you. 

He quickly removed his boxers and entered the water, reaching out for your waist and pulling you to his body.

“You’re so out of this world, how did I get so lucky?” he whispered more to himself but you chuckled. You took one of his hands in yours and admired it, loving his hands always seemed to fit yours even if they were 10 times bigger. You studied them, just how perfect he fit you always. How perfect he was for you.

“Marry me.”

And that was the question you figured he had been conflicted on the past 2 weeks. When would he ask you? You wondered when he would do it, but you figured he was just waiting for the right time and this trip to Japan was the perfect time to do so. Jake had been waiting for months to ask you. Times when he thought he would ask always seemed different and when plans would cancel or things would come up, he got frustrated with the timing and just decided to wait. When you suggested going to Japan for a couple weeks to destress and get away from everything, he knew there would be a perfect moment. And that moment was now.

“Yes, a thousand yeses and then more,” you smiled at him. He stared deep into your eyes and in that moment he knew you understood everything he wanted to say and then more. He didn’t have to say anything because just his eyes always told you how much he loved you. 

He got out of your grasp, turning around and reaching for the small box he’s been hiding. He came back and opened it revealing the most beautiful opal ring, it shining perfectly in the moonlight. He took it out and took your hand and placed the ring on your finger. He lifted it up to his lips and stared into his eyes as he kissed your fingers over and over again.

“I have been waiting for this moment for years. Thank you for making me the happiest man on this planet. I am going to love and care for you for the rest of your existence. Please, always count on me, always lean on me, I’ll always be here to cherish you. I love you, so much, Y/N,” He wiped a tear from your eye as you leaned your forehead on his, nodding and agreeing silently. 

But you didn't need to hear me

'Cause you were supraluminal

Knew me without an uttered word

You always seemed to know me

[prophbuilds]

HG RX-178 Gundam Mk-II (21st Century Real Type Vers.) – A Review

As you might guess from the kits here - both reviewed and listed in my Backlog – I have a thing for the later Gundam series and my dips into the Universal Century designs in High Grade and above are rare. Well, this seems to be the year where I beat that wrap as this is the second UC Era kit in as many builds.

Bonus: It’s in my colors so I didn’t have to paint a thing!

Without further ado, here’s my review of the HG RX-178 Gundam Mk-II (21st Century Real Type Vers.).

Like I mentioned earlier, I rarely dip into the UC Era suits. This is partly a design thing, as I like the more modern mobile suits more than most of their earlier counterparts. Another reason is many of the older mobile suits are very brightly colored. The OG Gundam is mostly white with bright reds, blues and a school bus yellow. I cut my modeling teeth with military planes and car models and Batman vehicles so… I kinda’ drift more toward stuff like the Deathscythe or the Over Flag – stuff with a lot of black and golds and accents of white – or the alternate colored stuff like the Gundam G-3 with it’s grays reminiscent of a battleship’s paint.

This version of the Mk.II, a design which I actually like better in the more classic Gundam White than the Titans Blue/Black from the series, hits Just right. It’s gray is a bit bluer than I was expecting but the dark blues, gloss black, and metallics are right up my alley and Very close to what I’d have picked for myself.

The build is fairly straightforward. It’s a modern print of the Mk.II so it has the range of motion one would expect for a gunpla model made in the last 10 years. It has a nice mix of both polycaps and plastic joints – a topic I have to do a write-up on later – so you get that ease of movement only polycaps can give in some areas and that stiffer plastic on plastic movement in others. This mix means it can absolutely hold a pose without too much sagging or snapping over time.

One word of caution: The Eyes are deceiving! It’s a little clear green piece all on its lonesome. The sticker sheet is super light (always a plus in my book) but it comes with an option – the good ol’ massive eye sticker you’d find in most Gundam kits OR! Two shiny chrome stickers to add the plastic behind the eyes. I guess the idea is the clear eyes would act as light tubes and the chrome would bounce it back out the front so they “Glow”.

The reality is the actual eyes are too small to pull it off properly and set back too far to catch enough light to make even the classic shiny eye sticker visible. I even painted black around the molded eyes to try and help the look. Needless to say, I ended up popping the whole head apart to remove the paint and add the classic eye sticker.

It's great for those with LED skills but something to watch out for if you're like me and don't wire their kits up like that (yet).

I enjoyed this build but I do have some reservations at recommending it to folks. At least… I don’t think I can recommend this version of the Mk.II to folks.

This is a fun kit, no doubt. It’s in a neat “Realistic” color scheme that, for me, made it a must buy. The thing I have to caution folks about are nub marks. The particular formulae of plastics used seem more brittle and prone to marking than the standard Gundam plastics. These are easily handled with a bit of touch up sanding but, unless you have the right tools, you’ll always see some of the nubs.

Same thing goes for the metallics used. They look great to me but it’s still a metallic flake filled plastic and you will see natural swirls that come from the injection molding process. This is a harder fix that would require paint.

In fact, you could fix both problems with paint.

At that point, you could save your money on this special edition P-Bandai kit and repaint a standard Mk.II to match it. To go this route – getting a P-Bandai limited edition kit that tends to sell out quickly Just for the color scheme – is one of those things you Really have to want to do. Even the neat Real Type waterslide decals that this comes with are something I’m sure you could source if you were so inclined.

For me, this kit was totally worth the P-Bandai Tax. I’m not sure When I’ll add the extra markings but I’d like to add those on in the future. When I do, you know I'll post a little photo shoot here.

At the moment, I’m just digging how nice this came out and trying not to dwell on the mistake with the eyes again.

[pukanavis]

"Sink Into Corrupted Love～Usezakicho Never Sleeps" Track 7

Location: Club NETHER

RYU: Thanks for coming to see me again. I missed you so bad that I ended up waiting outside ‘til you came by. Pretty lame, huh?

RYU: Here, let me give you a torchon.

🐰 Torchon: A lap blanket used in host clubs to stop princesses from growing cold.

Huh…I seem different today? Sorry, I’ve decided to stop using cheap tricks. This is the real me.

But y'know, I still treasure you as much as always. Never forget that, you got it?

…Do you still like this side of me? Just tell me the truth.

[Option 1]: AWWWWW!

RYU: Fuf, hahah! You really are something special, princess. I could spend an eternity with you and never get bored.

[Option 2]: I wuv you♡

RYU: Good, I like a girl that’s honest about what she wants. Don’t ever change, alright? You’re perfect the way you are.

RYU: So, for tonight’s order…you said you wanted a royal carrot, right?

🥕 Royal carrot: An extremely luxurious carrot that cost 10s of thousands of rabbucks.

Ha, I feel like I’m getting stage fright. Pathetic, huh?

But…it means the world to be the object of your determination.

I’ll take responsibility for your perseverance, your loneliness…and turn it all into happiness.

—I swear, I won’t let you regret a thing.

Heart-eyed Princess: Happy b’day, RYURYU~! I’m getting you 30 SCs~!

RYU: You’re the best, princess. I don’t deserve a girl as brilliant as you.

KiKi: Princess, would you be willing to place an SC order to celebrate RYU’s b’day bash?

Analyst Princess: RYU-san gifted me a good luck charm when he heard I’d be entering a housing lottery, so I think 10 SCs should be a fitting birthday gift.

KiKi: Thank you for your generosity.

Determined Princess: I couldn’t show my face if I only bought 10 SCs…! I’ll make it 50!

RYU: Hey, don’t over do it, princess. I’m not going anywhere.

Determined Princess: Aww…!

Immature Host: RYU-san is a force to be reckoned with…! His fire’s only gotten brighter ever since he dropped his 'lovesick' character.

🐰Lovesick: A type of host that is extremely smitten with the customer, and dotes on them to a heart-aching degree.

KiKi: His new technique feels reminiscent of the renowned host and former king of Usezakicho, Wángpái.

Immature Host: …Huh? Where’d you learn about Wángpái, KiKi? Aren’t you new to this industry?

KiKi: There is a movement working towards preserving Wángpái-sama’s mastery of customer service as an asset of HAMA.

At Usezakicho Library, there is a cassette tape recording of his unique techniques that even I myself have listened to.

RYU: Whew…

KiKi: Your efforts tonight have been commendable, RYU-sama. Are you faring well? Your direct-Cs are steadily approaching 100.

RYU: If I imagine them as the princesses' hearts, I can get through ‘em no problem.

Anyway, I wanted to ask if you could get the supervisors to slot me into more debutante tables?

KiKi: RYU-sama, you’re overworking yourself…

RYU: …It’s fine. I wanna make more sales, and we’re low on hosts anyway.

KiKi: …If you insist.

Immature Host: We’re down on rabbitpower, that’s for sure…

ーFlashback

Immature Host: NETHER is closing? What does that even mean!?

Liguang: …It means it’s closing.

Utaro: What about my new club!?

Liguang: The project will be put on hold indefinitely.

Utaro: B-But…but…

That was gonna be my path to world domination!!!

KiKi: Utaro-sama…!?

Liguang: Let him leave. I already knew he’d react like this.

Nyúl: …You won’t mind if I take off too then. I’m sure you understand that I need to go see my princess before dawn breaks.

Partyer Host: Nyúl is flaking out too!? Those rumours about him transferring must be true…

Immature Host: We need to worry about ourselves right now! There’s gotta be a half-decent club that’ll take us in before everything goes under…

Liguang: ……

RYU: —Shut up.

We just need to make enough sales to pay off the loan in time.

You guys work at the most popular club in the whole fucking city…aren’t you meant to be the prevailing hosts of Club NETHER?

If you’ve got even a shred of pride left, then you better do everything you can to save this place!

ーEnd of flashback

RYU: (Tonight’s turnover decides the fate of NETHER.)

(Just my luck that this happens during my birthday event too. I need to do everything I possibly can…)

(Ambassador Utaro is missing. Nyúl has completely ghosted us. The rest of those useless bastards are sitting on their asses in the break room. The odds are against us, that’s for sure.)

…I can do this.

KiKi: You have me as well, RYU-sama. Let’s combine our efforts.

Supervisor: B-But…how am I supposed to manage the tables if we introduce more debutantes? I’ve tried thinking of a way, but I can’t find anything that’ll work…!

KiKi: I will help you manage the tables between serving customers. Please let me see the current seating chart.

Supervisor: Of course!

KiKi: There are currently 15 tables in use…RYU-sama, let’s get to work.

First, you will spend six minutes at table 1, followed by two minutes of backup duty at table 16. Next, you’ll spend six minutes at table 4, and then five minutes with the debutante at table 17. With this system, we can reduce solo time as much as possible.

🐰 Solo time: When a princess is left alone at a table. If left unattended for too long, the princess will be upset.

RYU: I'm on it!

Heart-eyed Princess: You’re the best, RYURYU♡ I had the time of my life♡

RYU: I’m just glad I got to see you having fun. Get home safely, alright?

Whew…

(I better get back inside. I wouldn’t wanna keep the rest of the princesses waiting.)

Nyúl: …Fighting this battle all alone, are you?

Classy Madam: Ohohoho, how valiant!

RYU: Nyúl…

Ha…I thought you ran off with your tail between your legs. Do you think you’re important enough to show up as late as you want?

Nyúl: I’m the director, so yes, I am that important.

Nyúl: Good evening, all.

Immature Host: Director…! I thought you ditched us!?

Nyúl: How could I miss RYU’s birthday event? I’ve come to bring a touch of style to the party.

Classy Madam: Ohohohoho! Apologises dear birthday boy, but I’m afraid Nyúl has stolen the show again!

Fetch me the most expensive carrot this club has to offer! And make it snappy!

Partyer Host: YOOOOOOO!

Nyúl: …Heh.

RYU: You…

Fu…fuhahaha! I guess I underestimated you.

(Failure isn’t an option here. I'm sure the princesses want to help us win the fight too—)

ー*Phone ringing*

RYU: (Huh…? It’s the princess that booked a tower for tonight…?)

Queen: “Sniff, sniff…R-RYURYUUU! I juh-just godda call abou’ my Nana’s farmm…!!”

🐰Queen: The princess who spends the most on a host.

RYU: Huh? H-Her farm…?

Queen: “Suh-some bwack-hearted wabbit s-set off an egsp’osion a-and d‘stroyed her beaut’ful farm…! I-I huhve t’ go and be—and be in’erviewed for th’ ‘vestigation!”

“I cah-can’t buy you a tower!”

RYU: ……

O-Oh…

Queen: “‘m showwy! I’m sho showwy, RYURYU!”

RYU: Hey…don’t worry about me.

Are you both doing okay? Let your nana know that I’m sorry about what happened, alright? When it’s all settled down, you can come back at any time. I’ll be waiting.

ー*Call ended*

RYU: ……Now’s not the best time for a tragedy.

(We’re still a couple thousand away from our goal. Losing a tower here doesn't feel great…)

(Ambassador Utaro’s princesses could've given us the final push we needed. I don’t think I'm good enough to pull this off…)

RYU:—DAMN IT, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, RYUI! IT’S TOO EARLY TO CALL IT QUITS!!

ー*Phone dialing*

RYU: Hello, princess? Is now a bad time? I really need your help, so please come by the club…!

Liguang: ……....

…An unbreakable spirit. When was the last time I saw one of those?

Supervisor: Boss?

Liguang: Don’t call me that. Call me…Wángpái.

—I’ll handle this.

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[marimayscarlett]

I know it's by now an exhausted topic but I wasn't around for that era so hopefully you can enlighten me about Richard's wedding. From the few photos that I've seen I'm so confused. It looked a beach wedding but then also very public? Lots of random people and then in one photo there was a whole film crew? Not like wedding videographer but a boom guy and a huge shoulder camera..? Also, do we know where it was? New York? And lastly, did only Till attended? I know it was a rough time for the band and maybe emotions were too high for some to attend but idk. Richard said he proposed after just 3 days so I always thought the wedding followed very soon after.

Hi 👋

I also wasn't really around for this era, since Richard married when I was about 5 years old, but I try my best to gather the information I have 😌

First of all, here's an article about the wedding by the German magazine Bravo including an English translation:

Caron and Richard married on the 29th of October 1999 and indeed had a beach wedding at the Montauk Beach in Long Island, New York. Since Caron is jewish, they had a jewish ceremony performed by a rabbi and Richard composed the music for said ceremony - apparently quite sad music, of which he said he maybe subconsciously foreshadowed some events in his marriage 👀 (mentioned here around the 10 minute mark).

The wedding was somewhat big with about 100 guests in attendance (so I guess the 'random' people you recognised were just guests), and except for Flake, everyone of the band attend with Till being Richard's best man. I think the 'rough time' for the band only started after the wedding, since Richard left New York three days after the ceremony to work on a new Rammstein album which turned out to be the 'Mutter' record. We have to be careful not to make the infamous 'Mutter era' responsible for everything we see in this time period and apparently, everyone was still quite friendly with each other here 😊 I could be totally wrong, but I don't quite think the conflicts where already there/that high as they turned out to be later.

And wedding movies were a thing back then, so maybe that's the reason for the camera man?

Caron and Richard seemingly were introduced to each other in the summer of 1998, other sources state they dated for 9 months before the wedding. Richard took Caron's name and used the double name Kruspe-Bernstein until their divorce was finalised in I think 2005.

Here are some pictures of the ceremony, including the bride and groom, Khira Li and Margaux:

[femalestyles]

stunt (h.s.)

as always, comment to be tagged (:

masterlist

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18: birmingham, al

Last night was too close.

We’d been dancing around something dangerous for a while now—an unspoken tension that had been tightening between us, like a noose. Whatever line we’d originally drawn was dissolving more and more with each passing day. And if it didn’t stop now, I wasn’t sure it ever would. 

I didn’t sleep. Not really. I laid there for hours, eyes fixed on the ceiling fan as it went round and round. Over and over, I replayed every second of the night like an endless loop. Every time I closed my eyes, it all came flooding back. By the time the gray light of dawn began bleeding through the curtains, I gave up on pretending. My body was still, but my mind was exhausted.

When I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw my wavy hair damp against my shoulder, it just served as another reminder. His touch still lingered faintly, the feeling of his chest pressed against mine. I could still feel the warmth of his arm, draped across my shoulder. 

I should stayed in bed. Should pull the covers over my head and bury myself beneath them, hiding away from the weight of whatever game we were playing. But I had a job to do. I had to put an end to this.

The line trills for a few seconds before clicking, Shelley’s voice filling the room like a comforting warmth.

“Hey, Jules,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep.

I glance at the clock and wince. 8:04 a.m. here, meaning it was barely six where she was.

“Shit,” I mutter, lunging for the phone where I’d left it half-buried on the bed. “I’m so sorry, I forgot about the time difference.” My thumb is already hovering over the red button, planning to hang up.

There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line, the muffled creak of sheets followed by the sound of feet padding against hardwood. I pick at my nails, chips of lavender flaking the duvet as I chew my lip anxiously.

“Honey,” Shelley had the voice of a mother, even though she didn’t have any kids of her own. It made me pause, lips pressing into a line. I hadn’t heard that version of her voice in a while, since we were usually calling to talk about business. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” I say too quickly, my voice a little too high.

No. I kissed Harry Styles and I liked it. 

I clear my throat. “Yeah. Sorry. This is just about the meeting later. I wanted to run something by you first.”

I start pacing, bare feet silent against the carpet. 

When I couldn’t sleep, I hadn’t just been replaying the night. I’d been strategizing. Planning. How to save his career. How to save mine. How to protect Harry from himself.

Even if he would hate me for it.

“I’ve just been… thinking,” I start, voice quieter now. “About the last few weeks. I know it’s been… rough.” I trail off, wanting to gauge her reaction.

Shelley sighs, and the sound feels like confirmation of everything I already knew.

Things were bad.

She hadn’t said it outright, hadn’t sent another warning, but the silence said enough. While I had managed to keep most things out of the press, management was still aware of everything going on. They knew that it was only a matter of time before there was a scandal so big I couldn’t contain it. Her protection only stretched so far. 

“Yeah,” is all she says before the line grows quiet.

It’s now or never.

“I have an idea.”

❀

“Jules,” Niall groans as he stumbles into the room, practically collapsing into the nearest chair. He slumps forward dramatically until his forehead hits the table with a soft thud. His voice is muffled by his arms. “Love ya, but what is so important that we had to have this meeting at 10 in the bloody morning?” 

Louis trails in behind him, the exact opposite of Niall—bright-eyed, alert, and somehow glowing in that smug, freshly-in-love way that made you want to punch him just a little. Ever since things had gotten serious with Harper, he was… different. Still cheeky, still charming, but softer now. Domesticated. He still went out with the boys sometimes, but mainly only when Harper was coming with them. 

He flashes me an awkward smile as he walks past, then chuckles as he swats Niall on the back of the head.

Eventually, I would say something--thank him for his anonymity--but not yet.

“Oi!” Niall whines as he lifts his head, pathetically shooting Louis the middle finger. Zayn saunters in at the exact time, raising an eyebrow with an amused grin.

“Niall,” I deadpan, staring at the dark roots peeking out from the top of his head. “We’ve had these meetings the last Sunday of every month for the entire tour. They’re always at 10am.”

The hotel’s conference room is the same generic one we rent out every month. A round table with generic chairs and a projection screen. We’d talk about numbers. How tour was selling, what we could do to make the numbers grow. Shelley would call in for the first few minutes to pass down messages from management before letting me finish the meeting in person. 

I stand at the head of the table, fingers flying over my laptop as I try to pull up the revised PowerPoint Shelley emailed over. We’d done a quick edit after our call this morning, after she ran my idea up the flagpole and got approval.

Austin walks in next, dressed in a loungewear set and wearing a long face. He eyes me warily, pulling up a chair besides Louis. I take a second to glance at the time in the corner of my laptop, noting it was a minute to ten. 

“What’d you get up to last night?” Zayn smirks as he grabs a pen off the table, lobbing it at Niall’s head. Louis and Austin just watch in delight as Niall shoots up, glaring at Zayn. 

“Fuck off,” his voice is still half-asleep, and I wonder if he even made it to bed. His clothes are so disheveled, they look like they’re from last night. 

Whatever, this meeting wasn’t about him anyway. 

All of the boys sit at attention when my laptop begins to ding, indicating that Shelley was calling in. I found it endearing that, for the most part, they were all a tiny bit scared of her. I could see why, but I knew her too well to be afraid of her. Her face fills the projection screen, dressed in a power suit, of course. Her makeup is pristine, not a touch out of place. 

Her eyes squint as she surveys the room, but before she can open her mouth up and speak, the door swings open. 

We all turn as Harry enters the room, dressed in a white long sleeve shirt. It was the type that hugged just right, sheer enough to expose dark ink underneath. Damp curls are tamed with a black bandana, and the smell of cedar wafts in with him. His head hangs low as he enters, mumbling a half-assed apology as he snags the seat beside Austin. I hold my breath, waiting for him to look up, even just a flick of his eyes in my direction. And when he finally does, just for a fraction of a second, our eyes meet. He looks away just as fast.

Oh.

He remembers everything.

“Alright, let’s get started,” Shelley begins, but I can’t look away. My eyes stay fixed on him, my brows knitting together as I watch him pretend I don’t exist. That familiar burn ignites low in my chest, hot and unfair. Anger, frustration, whatever you want to call it, it surges through me as I sit there and silently demand some kind of sign that we are okay.

He’s the one who called me. He’s the one who brought feelings into this. It wasn’t fair that now he got to avoid me.

Shelley clicks through the first few slides, launching into a rundown of ticket sales. Mirage’s popularity is surging—every show for the rest of the tour is sold out. The numbers are staggering. I should feel proud. Instead, I feel like I’m going to snap the edge of the table in half with how tightly I’m gripping it.

“Management’s decided to add Masquerade into the set list,” Shelley continues, her tone impassive. “We’ll need to rearrange the set so one of you can cover Lena’s parts.”

For once, I don’t find myself recoiling at Lena’s name.

Progress—no matter how small.

I glance around the table. Zayn is twirling a pen between his fingers. Niall looks like he’s trying to nap with his eyes open. Austin stares blankly at the screen. Louis is typing at his phone under the table, undoubtedly texting Harper.

Harry is staring down at the table, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, eyes fixed on the wood grain. I stare at his side profile, wishing I had ESP.

Look at me.

He doesn’t flinch.

Shelley’s voice fades into the background as she dives into demographic data. Unsurprisingly, teenage girls dominate the fanbase. She talks strategy, potential collaborations, social media engagement. I don’t hear any of it.

All I can feel is the quiet rage curling in my gut.

He'd spent punishing me for daring to try and keep things professional. And now, after I clean up his mess, again, he gets to sulk? He gets to be angry at me?

My jaw clenches so hard it aches, and I can feel the tension radiating down my neck. Across the room, he shifts in his seat, arms crossed, eyes glued to the table.

“Juliet?” 

My head snaps toward the screen, a wave of heat surging to my cheeks. My stomach twists as I realize Shelley has probably been saying my name for the last few seconds and I’d been too busy staring at Harry, willing him to meet my gaze, to even notice.

I blink hard and look away, brushing my hair behind one ear as I quickly regain composure. Luckily, the boys are too busy zoning out to clock where my attention had been.

Clearing my throat, I straighten and give Shelley a tight, apologetic smile. “Sorry, yeah. Thanks,” I say, the words tumbling out a little too fast. “I’ve got it from here.”

She gives a curt nod, ever the professional. The screen flickers out a moment later as the call ends, leaving behind an almost uncomfortable silence.. My fingers fumble with the front of my sweater as sweat gathers in my palms.

Four sets of eyes lift toward me. The fifth doesn’t move. Still pretending I don’t exist.

I take a slow, measured breath and click to the final slide in the deck. A glossy photo fills the screen. It’s from the red carpet, she’s in a white dress, flashing that dazzling smile.

Confusion starts to ripple across the room.

“This,” I begin, trying to keep my voice even, “is Kayla Carver.”

The reaction is immediate. Zayn lets out a low whistle, followed by a crooked grin.

“We know who she is,” he says with a chuckle, arms folded as he nods approvingly at the image. “Hard not to.”

Niall leans forward, interest clearly piqued. Louis grins, exchanging a look with Zayn. Austin stays quiet, observing, while Harry doesn’t even flinch.

I roll my eyes but continue. “Well, unlike some people in this room, Kayla happens to have a stellar reputation. America’s Sweetheart, as they say.”

Kayla Carver—22, effortlessly beautiful, frighteningly talented. Already being buzzed about for an Oscar nod, and the film hadn’t even premiered yet. The industry was infatuated with her.

“Management’s not thrilled with how the press has been lately…” I let the sentence hang for a beat. All eyes flick to Harry. Niall coughs loudly and theatrically, but Harry doesn’t react. Doesn’t even acknowledge it.

I press on. “We need positive press. Badly. Fortunately, Kayla’s team has a problem, and we’re going to help each other out. She has a movie coming out this February, and yes, it’s absolutely Oscar bait. But her people are worried she doesn’t have the public recognition she needs to secure a nomination. They want to generate some publicity, push her name a little more before the Academy makes their decisions.”

“So….” Niall is no longer dead on the table. His hands are laced in front of him as he leans forward, clearly interested in the direction of this conversation. “What? She wants to star in a music video or something?”

I shake my head, letting out a nervous breath of laughter. God, I hated this part.

“No. The movie is a romance drama,” I say, pressing my palms into the table like grounding myself might stop the world from flipping. It does nothing to calm the thrashing of my heart in my chest, the bile rising in the back of my throat. 

“She needs a boyfriend. Or… a fake one.”

A beat of silence. Then chaos.

“I call dibs,” Zayn blurts out, sitting forward so fast his chair squeaks.

“Are you kidding me?” Niall scoffs, shooting him a death glare. “We should let the lady pick.”

“Um,” I pause, sighing, “It’s not going to be either of you.”

My lip trembles slightly as I bite down on it, suddenly aware of the heat in my chest, the tightness in my throat. I hate this. I hate that I have to say this. But I say it anyway.

“It’s going to be Harry.”

Now I have his attention. 

His eyes snap up to meet mine. Finally.

He’s staring directly at me and my blood runs cold. The look on his face is impossible to decipher, just how he wants it. He’s impenetrable, unreadable, the way he was before we ever kissed. Before things changed. 

“No.”

At the same time, Niall jabs a finger toward him. “So, let me get this straight. He gets to act like a complete tool and this is his punishment? A fake relationship with a goddess? Unreal.”

“You can have her,” Harry says coolly, not breaking eye contact with me for a second. “I’m out.”

“I called dibs,” Zayn insists again.

“Jesus Christ, no one is calling dibs,” I snap, voice rising. “Management wants Harry to do it.”

After a little pushing by yours truly.

Harry leans back slowly in his chair, arms folding across his chest, the muscles flexing underneath his sleeve. His stare is icy, but calm. Infuriatingly calm.

Suddenly, it’s June and I’m back in Shelley’s boardroom, facing off with Harry Styles for the first time. 

Even then, I remember thinking: Oh, this one’s going to be a problem. 

But I had no idea.

“You’re on a flight to LA tonight,” I say, forcing the words out. “Dinner with Kayla. You play the part. You clean up this mess.”

He raises an eyebrow, voice low and taunting. “And what if I don’t? What if I stay here?”

For a moment, I hesitate. Because this is it. This is the point where things either snap cleanly into place—or fall apart completely.

But I was done playing games.

“Then you can find a new band to terrorize.” I say bluntly, watching the flame in his eyes die. 

His face changes. Just slightly. A crack in the mask. No one else would notice, but I do. It’s a plea. Please don’t make me do this.

But I ignore it.

“You’re going to get on that flight tonight, you’re going to meet Kayla for dinner and you’re going to play your part. No more tantrums. No more bullshit. You’re done acting like some frat-boy fuckup with no consequences.” My tone is one of finality, frosty and sharp. 

Whatever lingering energy had been hanging in the room—the back-and-forth about who got to fake-date the starlet—vanishes. The boys are frozen, glancing between me and Harry as they try to guess who is going to lunge first. This was what we did best, right?

He doesn’t say anything first, just staring at me with an equally icy stare. He’s run out of room to maneuver. There’s nowhere left to push, no more lines to toe. He’s already crossed all of them.

I swallow the tightness in my throat, but it burns anyway. Because I don’t want this. Not really. But I need it. For both of us. The last few years had stopped being about feelings and started being about fallout. Every move, every choice…each one came with a cost. I’d made a bad call, one I couldn’t take back. And this was the only consequence that didn’t leave us both in ruins.

“Mm.” He hums, and it’s over. It’s dead. 

“That’s all, so you guys are free to go. We’re back in a week in Atlanta, so enjoy your time off.” I sigh, watching as they all rise from the table. 

“And Happy Thanksgiving.” It didn’t feel very joyous after the standoff we just had, but Niall stops to give me a quick side hug before hurrying out the door. 

I turn my back to the door as I start gathering my stuff, groaning when I hear the door shut followed by a shuffle of movement.

“Harry, the decision is fin-”

“Can we talk?” Austin asks.

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Guten tag! I was just wondering, in your clexa au’s minus the canon one, what are each of Clarke and Lexas lockscreen?

Ooo German that's so fun 😀 I always think it's so mind blowing finding out where people are from all over the world. It's surreal, in a wonderful way 💕

Ok so, I thought a lot about this

MBFW: depends on when you were to look at it. If we're talking Lexa in the friendship era, generally it's a picture of whatever was the last time they were together, so generally a holiday photo or a pic of them on some beach: heads pressed together and sunglasses perfectly dipped to "make it fashion💅". Maybe the occasional stolen pic of Clarke napping on her chest. Ya know. Totally normal friend things... If we're talking marriage era, then it's always a family picture. A selfie style shot with Clarke and the kids flaked out on the couch for movie night in the background. A Griffin-Woods gang lineup of them hanging out by the pool on a summer day. Everybody in matching reindeer pajamas, standing in front of their Christmas tree loaded with presents. A very bizarre tablue of characters depicting everyone dressed up for trick-or-treating. That kind of thing. Lexa loves keeping stuff like that as her lockscreen cuz not only can she look at them any time she has to travel, but it's an excellent excuse to show off her little family so easily 😌

For Clarke, it is always Lexa. Always. Friendship era, family era, whatever. It's Lexa in some shape or form. Their kids always have a place on her homescreen, but Lexa has her lockscreen all to her own. That's her wife and her best friend in the entire world, always has been. That's her other half, and she had to spend an obnoxiously long time waiting for her, so she's damn well gonna look at that face any time she feels like it 😤

AWTR: Lexa had a flip phone because she was an 85 year old woman stuck in a 23 year old's body 🥴

Clarke keeps one of their wedding reception photos as it for a long while. A candid moment Monty had snapped when Clarke was laughing at something just out of frame, but all Lexa had eyes for was her. She looked happy. And very much in love with Clarke, for some inexplicable reason. They have classier ones from that day, but Clarke liked that one in particular a lot. For awhile after that it was the picture Raven took of them together that night when they'd hung out with the delinquents, when Lexa had held her and kissed her neck as a tipsy Clarke just relished in the closeness. Breathing in the way Lexa's hair smelled like shampoo and autumn bonfire smoke. Clarke liked that one too, enough that it gets framed and hung up in her house wherever she goes. But as time goes on she does evenly decide it's ok to choose other things. Pictures of art pieces that move her mostly, sometimes snapshots from her travels.

Demon au: Canot stress enough how little neither of them would care lol. If anything, Lexa would put something entirely inappropriate and private enough to have a once-human Clarke turning 10 shades of red. But as it is, Clarke would just find her ridiculous girlfriend funny and just so fucking Lexa, and thus try to give her something sinfully new to change it too next 😏

Cruel Intentions: they're disgusting. It's all very sappy. Always pictures of them kissing, if them wrapped up in each other's arms, of them draped over each other in bed. They have no filter and no fucks to give. But that's also how Clarke always knows if Lexa is annoyed with her about something and just not talking about it. Because if she sees her wife has replaced her with that godless chicken she pretends is a cat, she knows she's fucked up somewhere.

CoA: Clarke is functionally allergic to caring about her phone. She's busy, she works on computers a decent amount and spends her days with tiny patients, so when she's home she just wants to be home. Her phone is like... a tool in her mind. It's just the square in her pocket that she googles actors names on and that Raven uses to harrass her through text messages and that she can use to track down her wife around the hospital to see of she's free to go to lunch. So it's pretty much the same picture of them together on her couch (and the one of Lexa stretched out naked and asleep in their bed as the wallpaper) for several years until the women in her life start giving her shit for never changing it, and then it gets replaced by a new one of Lexa or both of them. Rinse and repeat every few years when she gets bored of hearing about it.

Lexa changes hers too often to narrow it down. Anything that feels fun in the moment. A pretty landscape. Clarke's face. A waterfall they saw on vacation. Clarke's face. A piece of architecture or art that makes her feel something. Clarke's face and a tasteful hint of her breasts. Her interests vary, you understand. She contains multitudes.

[my-castles-crumbling]

I am sorry if you only wanted one or two questions answered.

You don't need to read.

1 A wolfstar microfic, flake.

2 since my favorite is a microfic I will go with focus on me first chapter, because I absolutely love model/photographer fics and was excited to start

3 James. I think you write him good. I love your writing of Sirius and regulus too, but they feel off when you are writing siblings, and I don't mean it in a bad way! They are my favorites and you portray them great, I just think you write romantic relationships better so I prefer to read james when you write it!

4 my favorite is jegulus, because in most fics they start bad, and I love how someone can love you despite everything happened even if it's only in stories (I also kin regulus so it's a factor too) {tbh I love reading wolfstar as much, it's hard to decide, I am always ready for a friend's to lovers story because it feels more emotion (fingers crossed)}

5 I am guilty, but clandestine sadly. I am just afraid to start, because I kin regulus as I said, and I relate to him in experience case too (being the youngest, being the perfect kid, having shitty parents, wanting to be trans but can't because of family and country, etc etc) and I think a long fic that shows emotions I probably felt too might trigger? Maybe? I will read it when I move out bc I want to be in a place I can feel calm.

6 any time Sirius or regulus was insecure in any fic. Because damn I related that too. Not only in looks wise but being a great person vise. I can quote a few lol

7 it will be fun but yet another microfic. I send an anon requesting something about amortantia, and you actually write it and I think I cried. Because I feel love, but not lust, and I had to stop hoping for a romantic relationship bc people except intimate things after some point, and i have more plotonical love in my life, with my brothers etc, so it felt so nice to read them!

8 that it's easy to read. Yet has a lot of effects. I have attention deficit disorder or whatever that's called in English, and while reading your fics it doesn't bore me and I usually finish them! The fact you write a lot of microfics also help, they are enjoyable and I love them as much as long stories!

9 the ongoing rose killer fic, I forget it's name. I don't read rose killer much, I don't like to read them as a pairing most of the time, but I enjoy it when you write it so I said fuck it and started reading something unfinished for the first time- I enjoyed it!

10 I said it actually, rose killer. I didn't ship them, with anyone else either, I just thought of them as a background pairing, I didn't like any ship that includes them, but now I can read them as a main pairing too sometimes, progress!

11 a pure prongsfoot and moonwater friendship, like emotional one.

12 almost all the microfics since I am bored and enjoy reading things over and over again because reading something I know about feels safe (I love spoilers bc of this) but if I need to say something with more than 1 k the art of gift giving or of fire whiskey and stupid speeches maybe . They were great.

13 yes lol my friend who kin Pandora, she isn't interested in reading fics too much, sadly. Also my queen (my desk mate) who doesn't even know harry Potter. We just vent about things we love knowing we don't know anything what the other says since we are in different fandoms, well-

14 sorry not sorry, again, any rose killer fics, guilty lol- and the art of gift giving, since I normally hate idiots in love trope

15 first of all do you think clandestine would trigger me? I read other things you write with trans regulus but I dunno. And do you listen while you write? How you write Remus? Like what is his aesthetic/vibe in your head, and what something you don't like about it when he has a certain personality trait- ( for example I don't like it when people make Sirius irresponsible completely because he is oldest and received a lot of abuse and tried to protect regulus in my eyes so yes even though he may act irresponsible I don't like it when writers make him act like completely a child.) That's just an example, I am asking just something you would never write while writing Remus. Sorry if it's long or answers doesn't match questions. Um. I feel embarrassed, you don't have to answer.

I'm so honored that you took the time to answer all of these, it's so sweet! Okay, to answer your questions

first of all do you think clandestine would trigger me? I read other things you write with trans regulus but I dunno.

It has a lot of triggering moments and angst, but I put specific trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter to help with that, because I also get nervous about things like that. I'm not sure if that helps or not?

And do you listen while you write?

To music? Yeah, I have a few playists. One specifically for writing smut, and then a few others for sadder times. Sometimes i just put a song on repeat if it has the right vibes.

How you write Remus? Like what is his aesthetic/vibe in your head, and what something you don't like about it when he has a certain personality trait

I think Remus is smart and sarcastic but also has a lot of self-hatred. I think some people hc him as more confident, but I don't think he's confident, at least until wolfstar is established. Once wolfstar is established and he realizes how flustered he can make Sirius, then he gets a bit more confident.

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The boxers during halloween

(sees christmas decorations being put up) HALLOWEEN. HALLOWEEN!!! HALLOWEEN!!!

Glass Joe

- has a vampire costume and is giving out candy himself since "hes too old for all of this"

- buys those big family size packages of candy to give out, he likes them because he can snack on candy when halloween ends

- purposefully calls obvious costumes dumb stuff to get reactions out of people

- "oh yeah did you dress up as my moms curtains??"

- "IM A GHOST AND YOU ARE FRENCH!!"

- drinks a glass of tomato juice with his costume for extra realism

Von Kaiser

- He dressed up as the frankensteins monster, only for his students to dress up as him

- He gives out raisins and toothbrushes for halloween along with fruit (NOOO!!)

- does scary roaring sounds to scare people, only to get laughed at, thats what you get for giving out healthy food during halloween

- tries telling scary stories and gives up halfway through

Disco Kid

- dressed up as a fully functional disco ball (functional almost autocorrected to father LMAOO)

- goes out trick or treating himself but gets bored

- watching bad quality horror movies with Mac to laugh at them

- helps the kaisers students toilet paper his house for fun

- carving pumpkins with the others

King Hippo

- dressed up as a Hippo (how creative of you)

- does trick or treating with Disco kid, after disco got bored he went all out on his own and got a lot of candy

- He ate the pumpkin he was supposed to carve, no remains left, also totally unrelated: has anyone seen Joe's pumpkin carving knife?? That he was supposed to carve pumpkins with??

- his dentist will not be happy

Piston Hondo

- dressed up in sailor moon cosplay, rocking it as he should

- is the one giving out candy because imagine if a famous boxer dressed up as sailor moon came to your house for candy,seems like a fever dream

- helping Kaiser un-tp his house

- attempting to call bloody mary for the 10th time, She probably blocked your number already leave her before she gets a restraining order please

- sad that he has no one to match with

Bear Hugger

- dressed up as the lorax, matching with someone else as the greedler (im not spoiling it shut up) the squirrel is joining them dressed up as those bear things in the movie

- giving out entire bottles of maple syrup during halloween, people dont exactly hate it but its kind of a jumpscare seeing someone dressed up as a maple tree hand you maple syrup

- tried to sit on a pumpkin, only to break it instantly

- people keep assuming he dressed up as a Cheeto puff

Great Tiger

- dressed up as a fairy princess, yes hes a fairy, yes hes a princess and no he will not share his magic with you, jealous ass

- using his flying to his advantage by flying around with fairy wings on

- throwing "fairy dust" (glitter) around, people keep finding glitter in their food, costumes, socks and basically everywhere

Don Flamenco

- who'd you think was matching bear hugger? hes dressed up as the greedler and rocking it, how bad can he be anyways?

- loses 10 years from his life eveytime someone doesnt notice the refs he makes to the movie

- if anyone actually gets the ref he'll break out into song like hes in a musical (a punch out musical would go hard actually)

Aran Ryan

- a demon witch, matching with great tiger and also throwing "evil dust" (Hot pepper flakes) around, aran i think youre just assaulting people

- robbed Kaiser from his actual candy he hid away

- evil cackling as he attempts to fly on his broomstick, only to fall on his ass

- chasing Joe with the carving knife

Soda Popinski

- a fridge, he deadass just wore a entire fridge with soda in it

- pulling out random stuff from the fridge and handing out to people, Water? Drink up, tomatos? Here you go!!

- keeps getting stared at but in a good way

Bald Bull

- hes just in a bull onesie because he lost a bet, embarrased but he finds it comfy secretly, fell asleep in it at some point

- people keep calling him a cow and its driving him crazy

- "moo"

- "IM A BULL GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU ALL BLIND ASS BITCHES"

- watching movies and falling asleep

- carved a pumpkin with Joe and ended up laughing at it with him for 10 minutes

Super Macho Man

- himself, hes not giving out any free shout outs today

- fuck you super macho man

- carved himself into a pumpkin

- He cant keep getting away with this

Mr Sandman

- dressed up as a mummy since he didnt have enough time to think about it

- hes the only one who can actually scare people with and without his costume

- tried to put a pumpkin on his head, sad because it didnt fit

Extra

- kaisers students did the trenchcoat gag, dressef up as him and tried to buy a car with 10 dollars and a dance performance

- mrs bear dressed up as a princess and did her make up, looks stunning

- carmen dressed up as a flamingo

- soda has to pay back that fridge now

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✧⊹JARETH BALLROOM COAT⊹✧

[This post is part of a series about constructing Jareth’s entire masquerade ball costume. Visit the master post here.]

Making the Buttons [Post 1 of 2] - This post is an explanation of the process. - Post 2 is a video.

The buttons were the very first thing I made, once enough pretty shiny materials had been collected. They were so much fun. They weren't hard, it just took a bit of time and attention to detail. With that, let's get to it...

The coat has two in front and two in the back. Here are two different photos, the first from Aria Couture and the second from Yosa Addiss.

You’ll see that they’ve suffered some damage through the years, and as of now there are no high definition close-ups of them, so that we can really look and discern what might have been there back when everything was intact. One of the front ones is gone!

What I did notice was a general warmth and multidimensional sort of coloring about them, which is why my approach involved layers. A lot of aspects of this costume don’t present themselves as definitively colored; there’s always a two-toned or iridescent quality to them. For that reason, I built everything on top of a layer of copper flakes. It gave the buttons the warmth they needed despite that the rest of what is seen within them is cool-toned. 

There are the blue, spherical cabochons lining the outside; spherical, not angular. Within them, there is seemingly a mix of silver/metallic beads, and “crystals” that may have been anything from blue, to green, to yellow. Hard to say. This part comes down to the individual!

Does this diagram make sense and it is necessary? Probably not.

My choice was to do alternating silver and transparent grey beads, and then pool the center with hot glue and sea glass shards that were left over from the breaking down process. Since making the video of the replica, I did start to feel that less vs. more looked better for the glass, so I pruned a few pieces out of my buttons. I like them overall, but they need to be secured really well, and there was/is still a risk of shards popping out. It is a delicate costume. 

Next, we need to discuss the actual button bases. This was tricky. The whole thing is going to be covered, so they can’t be stitched on in the normal way, as there’s no outlet for the needle. You might be thinking a shank button would be good, since they are flat with protruding holes underneath:

BUT there's so much stuff that needs to go on them, they would definitely end up drooping. My solution to this problem was to buy flat just run-of-the-mill 4-hole buttons that were stapled onto cardboard, and remove the cardboard with the staples still attached. Then tighten the staples so that my needle could juuuuust get through. 

How do you like these puppies?!

Attaching them wasn’t too hard. I held the button a little bit away from the coat, brought my needle to the inside interfacing, and poked it out where the button should go, then brought the needle underneath the staple, then back into the coat, etc. etc. making 5-10 loops before pulling the thread and drawing up the button against the coat. Then, the needle was brought through the inside and knotted tightly into the interfacing, almost exactly where it had begun. 

Yayyyy buttons.

Because these were so delicate, they were almost the last thing added to the coat. They had to go on before the lining was closed, obviously, so that’s the only reason they came before the glue shenanigans. Glue shenanigans were all top switched once the coat didn’t need to be handled or laid down anymore. 

So... there it is. Some of this felt redundant but then I remember that there are new people visiting my blog, and I want things to be easy for them.

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if you’re still doing the fankids thing, how about chilirye ?

Jesus Christ, this request was from like, March. But I finally got around to him this is Pepper Bread Cookie

Also I feel like this isn’t the only request for chilirye I’ve gotten, but screw it, I’m too lazy right now to go through 100+ asks to find newer ones

So I originally started making Pepper Bread probably in March, but he was never more than a circle that was meant to be his head. But I was waiting for like an hour for a class, it was 10 minutes past when we were supposed to start, and only a few people had shown up, and we eventually just decided to leave, but in that time I was finally able to come up with something for Pepper Bread here

Anyways I’ll get into his name. So I believe his name is just based on bread that has pepper in it, since rye can be made into bread. Though his design is mostly based on this one specific picture I have saved in my Photos

Pepper Bread:

So today I finally had the idea for what to do with Pepper Bread, and that was to make him an innkeeper. Partially inspired by that idea I had for a Chili Cookie that’s an innkeeper (I do still want to draw her though). So that’s what I did with his outfit. The Innkeeper family from the Red Dragon update were pretty helpful as refs

Though I do also have to admit it makes his outfit more boring looking. Maybe he has some sort of adventuring outfit, maybe I’ll draw that someday

I basically just really wanted to make his hair look like the reference picture, which was the reason why I kept it in the first place. As in like, having orange hair with red flecks. Later on I got the idea of giving him red freckles, which are supposed to be like, pepper flakes in his dough, and I wasn’t sure I should keep the hair idea, but I did and I think it looks nice. It’s also why I gave him the braid, since that’s how the bread looked. It was going to be bigger and longer, but I couldn’t get it to look right, so it just stays on the shoulder now

I’m not sure if he looks too much like Chili Pepper, but oh well. I generally like his design, though I don’t think it’s what I envisioned. The one thing is that I couldn’t make his outfit look that exciting, but them’s the breaks I suppose

So let’s get into his character. So the main thing keeping me from making him is that I couldn’t figure out what to do with him, like specifically what his job was. Chili Pepper’s a thief, Rye’s a bounty hunter (or is she a sheriff? I’m not entirely sure), should I choose one of those for Pepper Bread? Or should I choose something else entirely? If so, how do I choose one that sounds in character for chilirye kid? One idea I had was to make him more straight laced than his moms (since let’s face it, Rye’s just as chaotic as Chili Pepper), and so an idea was to make him a sheriff, but I wasn’t sure. But then as I said, I had the idea to make him an innkeeper, and so yeah

Pepper Bread just wants to live a normal, honest life, so he got himself a tavern and opened it up, he’s gotten business (maybe not a lot, but at least enough to keep him afloat), and he’s pretty happy like this and treasures his inn. Generally speaking, he’s a friendly guy, someone reliable and honest. Though, if you cause trouble in his inn and mess things up, he will not hesitate to throw you out, or throw hands to do so. And while he may love his mas, if they cause trouble in his place, they get the same treatment

Also I imagine him with a strong Southern accent like Rye

Anyways yeah, I think that about covers it for Pepper Bread. Hope you enjoy!