#this is probably intentional? just looking at the creative team

[gaiaxygang]

rewatching ep 3 and having some thoughts. kanghan putting his thumb over sailom's lips before fake kissing him (something which sailom points out) feels a bit like a joke about fake kisses in older bls but what really gets me is the guitar

usually when you see a guitar you expect some romantic singing and falling in love. which is exactly how it goes in the novel! sailom sings a song to kanghan as a present and kanghan starts to fall for him

BUT it is not what they do in the series. instead sailom sings a probably intentionally cringe happy birthday which feels again like another subversion and i adore it

[boiohboii]

The surprise guest (who had to be protected by the host)

Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader

After Lando Norris had a make out session with YN Leclerc on his stream, it hadn't been intentional, he had been too scared to come face to face with any of his girlfriend's three older brothers. But when his girlfriend's mother invites him over for dinner, he can't just ignore her

or

in which Pascale Leclerc invites her daughter's boyfriend (or as she likes to call him, her fourth son) over for a family dinner

N.B: I feel like the humor isn't what most of you expected and I am so sorry, I swear I am funnier irl 😭 hope you guys like it... special thanks to @glai1023-blog and @flowerchild-96 for the idea of mama leclerc doting on Lando

For context

The brothers' reactions to the steamy stream

Social media reactions

YN had always been close to her mother, she always told her about her new hair ideas, how she wants to cook a new recipe and her crushes, so when YN started dating Lando Norris her mother was the first person to know (with the promise of not telling her brothers)

Pascale had met Lando quite a lot in the 9 months that the young couple's relationship had stayed secret from her brothers. To say Pascale adored the young Brit was an understatement.

Pascale Leclerc loved Lando Norris like her own son; she learned all his favorite foods, what are his preferred desserts and the meals he hadn't been able to taste before (so that she could make it for him)

With that being said, the Leclerc parent is always big on family. She had instilled in her childrens' head that even if you are busy, you must have a day each month for a family dinner and that all five members of the Leclerc family must be present.

Except for this month, six members were present at that dinner, and three of them were ready to kick the intruder out if it not had been for their mother hitting them on the back of their heads.

It had all started out normal- well as normal as it could be when just a week ago you had seen your sister making out with her boyfriend on live.

Pascale had been in the kitchen making dinner with the help of YN while the three male Leclercs were too traumatised by last week's events to face their sister. It's not that they didn't want to ask her questions, they really did, they wanted to interrogate her, but whenever they catch a glimpse of her they remember the phone screens showing her and her boyfriend.

Boyfriend. That was one person they would love to meet. Charles could probably know where Lando Norris is whenever he wanted, that was the perks of having the same circle of friends, team workers who were also friends and same bosses. Did he want to talk to him? No. Did he want to beat him? Yes.

The doorbell interrupted the brothers creative imagination of how they could kill the British driver. As Arthur was closest to the door he went up to see who it was, not expecting the one who they murdered 100 different ways in their haeds to be standing at the door with 2 bouquets of flowers, a box of chocolate and a box of what appeared to be a cake.

"Oh, umm, hi?"

Lando was about to piss his pants, he saw that expression change on Arthur's face, and he was the youngest of his girlfriend's brothers. With every second Arthur stared at him his heart rate increased with sweat filling his palms as his throat tightened up.

"Who is it Arthur?"

Shit, fuck. Lando knew that voice all too well, and he was not ready to have his head nailed to the front of the paddock for everyone to see.

"Oh dear, hello my son, Arthur move out of the way."

The gentle voice of Pascale Leclerc stopped any and all movements in the living room.

"SON!"

The three Leclercs exclaimed in sync, looking at the young brit with wide eyes and clenched jaws.

The boys' anger increased as they watched their mother fuss over the boy, thanking him for the flowers as she called their sister to place them in a vase, giving him a hug and kissing his cheeks.

"Oh lovely, you didn't have to bring anything. Is that your favorite dessert then?"

Lando was all too aware of the three pairs of eyes staring at him, and if looks could kill he'd be 18 feet under. Gulping, he gave Pascale an awkward smile, too scared to actually utter a word.

Noticing his trembling hands and terrified glances at her sons, Pascale glared at the young men "you three! Stop it!"

"But mum-"

"No! I don't want to hear a word out of any of you if it's not going to be nice! You should respect you sister's boyfriend and my guest!"

"It's a family dinner! You never invited any of our girlfriends to a family dinner before"

"Oh my god," now that's a familiar voice Lando loves hearing "stop being babies about it."

Moving closed, YN took the flowers from Lando's hands "ohhh, mum, he got you your favourite!"

"Thank you love." Giving him a peck on the lips, YN smiled at him, and upon hearing her brothers' groans and complains she gave him a wink before kissing him again.

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The three Leclerc brothers were like Hyenas, waiting for their mother to stop protecting their pray so they could have a word (with their fists.)

Sitting at the couch facing the open kitchen they watched as their mother dotted over the British driver, stretching her hand for him to taste the food on the spoon before giving her a wide smile

"You three look like Scar." YN teased as she took a seat besides Charles

"Mon ange," Charles started as he rotated in his seat making him face to face with his sister "please, why didn't you tell us?"

"YN, Lando Norris, really?" Arthur whined as he looked at his younger sister, waiting for an explanation of hers.

"You three are really insufferable," YN stated as she looked at them with a devilish smirk "if you guys are wondering why i didn't tell you, it's just cause I know you three will be earing my ear off about our relationship and yes Arthur, Lando Norris, he makes me happy and he kisses me oh so-"

"LALALALALALAAA" Arthur screamed at the top of his lungs, making his sister laugh while their mother scolded them for the noise

"No, but really," YN took a sip of water "he is really nice to me, he treats me really well and he is so respectful-"

"Oh yeah, making out on live is oh so respectful of him" Lorenzo rolled his eyes then glared at the young boy in the kitchen, getting head pats from their mother like a golden retriever.

"Oh god, don't remind me man" Charles groaned as the image he tried so hard to erase came back much more vibrant and clearer, as if the presence of Lando just solidified it in his brain.

"Okay listen," YN huffed as she crossed her arms "if you don't like him then okay, fine, I will end it before it goes any further, but it was an honest mistake on both of out parts. We're not into that kind of thing."

"God, will you stop doing that!"

"Do you want to tramatise us?"

"Oh god, I did not need to know anything about this."

Hearing her brothers whine and groan from her teasing brings YN the greatest of joys. Was she planning on actually breaking things off for her brothers? Hell no, they're not little princesses they can keep their emotions in check.

"Mon ange, are you really sure that you like him?"

"Yes!" YN insisted as she looked at him like he grew 2 heads "will you just please get to know him?"

Sighing Charles bit his tongue, not wanting to actually upset his sister with what he really wanted to say.

"Okay mon ange, I'll talk to him and I'll make sure everything is normal," Charles got up to make his way to his mother who was now in a matching apron with Lando as he listened to her every word, basking up the praises and head pats given to him "just please, if he hurts you or if you feel like you aren't his top priority don't stick around okay. You are worth so much more than a race driver."

"Aren't you one?"

"Exactly."

With that, Charles left his siblings heading off to his mother with a pout as he spotted her patting the Brit's cheek with a full smile

"God, he's so whipped for her." Arthur told his brother, shaking his head.

"Yeah well, I told him it'd bite him in the ass someday."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

"YN," Lorenzo looked at her with a blank expression "you take full advantage of it and you know it."

■■♡■■

It had been an hour and now the family of five and their guest are sitting at the dinner table, having their first bite of the homemade dinner.

"Oh, this tastes phenomenal Mrs Leclerc. I hadn't had that in a while"

"Oh dear, I'm so glad you like it!" Pascale cooed over the young boy, getting up to place more for him on his plate "YN told me it's one of your favourites."

"Thank you so much darling." Lando smiled at YN, feeling more at ease with the glares sent his way as Pascale Leclerc glared right back at her sons.

"Mum," Lorenzo started as he looked at the food in distaste "I don't eat that, you know."

"Well," the mother smiled at her son sarcastically, making sure to get her point across "if you don't like it, then don't eat."

"Oh, c'est brutal maman." Arthur murmured under his breath, looking at his oldest sibling in pity

("Oh, that's brutal mum")

"I said no French!" Pascale warned her youngest son before turning to her now favorite son "tell me Lando, do you like Vanilla cakes?"

"Not really no, but YN told me it's your favorite so I bought it from what I also believe to be your favorite dessert shop."

"Oh dear, you really are my favorite," four voices of a 'mum!' yelled in the dinning room which did not take any of Pascale's attention away from the British young man "you're going to make me swoon."

"Oh my god," YN whispered to her brothers "we lost her."

"Yeah well," Lorenzo grumbled at his sister "he is your boyfriend"

"I lost my mum to my boyfriend."

"Oh, he went out of his way to go to her favourite shop," Arthur stated "she's not letting him go anywhere."

"I think you lost both of them mon ange."

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{Taglist: @idaesrhy @masonspulisic}

[easy-there-leftovers]

Magnum Opus (Prologue)

When an MIT prodigy on their gap year is contacted by the FBI regarding potential involvement in a series of murders in Washington D.C., she must now cooperate to uncover how paintings are mysteriously appearing at the crime scenes. (Written with Season 1-4 Spencer in mind, but the timeline could be anywhere pre-season 12. No mentions of past cases)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Artist! reader|cw: Canon-typical violence|word count: 700 words

Notes: I made up a bunch of chemicals and their chemical properties up so shhhh!! Also, I'm not American, I have no contextual understanding of the distance of one place to another. The US is large enough.

Also on Ao3!!

Series Masterlist

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"Muses are the silent artists of our souls, whispering inspiration into the canvas of our thoughts, painting the colors of creativity with the brushstrokes of imagination." - Author Unknown.

“Seven months ago, one freelance architect named James Carter aged 42 was murdered in his own home in Newton Massachusetts. The victim was posed like the painting placed at the foot of his own couch. All forms of ID on him were missing.” 

JJ made her way from the map inside the meeting room to the screen to present pictures of the crime scene. All other agents made their way inside, with Garcia jotting down notes, as they listened and took their respective places.

“Four months after that, indie artist Daniel Lopez, aged 25, was also found dead in her apartment with another painting and missing ID. Posed just like the girl in it too. Autopsy revealed similar entry and exit wounds through the chest.” 

Images of the victims’ wounds that have already been cleaned up were exposed to the camera. Wounds that could’ve been missed if investigations weren’t conducted made themselves notable as Emily and Spencer opened up their files.

“Ballistics?” 

JJ shook her head at Morgan's question. “No bullets were found.”

“The unsub probably killed them somewhere secluded, then placed them back in their home.” Emily looked to Spencer, only to see him already getting up towards the screen.

“Look at the way they’re dressed. Clothes fitted like that aren’t meant to be worn without the intention of meeting someone.”  Spencer motioned to their clothes. “They didn’t intend to go just anywhere looking like that.”

“Yeah, well neither did this man.” JJ then presented a picture of another victim, another male, another painting, posed in another home. She then turned to redress the rest of the team. “Found yesterday with similar signatures. The only difference is that he was actually staged in a vacant apartment. Everything in there was left by the previous owners. Still no ID on him.”

The resident team genius furrowed his eyebrows at the information, turning to see what the others thought. “Kills both males and females…”

“Victims were found with their clothes on. Dressed to impress but no signs of torture, no experimentation,” Hotch lifted the pictures nearer to his face. “Doesn’t look like he’s interested in either.”

“A serial killer with no sexual preference?” Emily raised her brow at that.

“Wouldn’t be the first.” Spencer replied, looking closer at the paintings in his own file. “Although the subjects in the paintings look exactly like the victims they’re placed on. It brings up the question of which one came first, the person depicted in the painting, or the painting itself…”

“Says here forensics found no prints anywhere but did find traces of  5-dur– durasta—”

“5-durastalene. Also known as ‘Lunacite.’” Spencer corrected Rossi.

“Actually, this synthetic compound is a little on the newer side, a compound that was originally developed by an MIT student for their dissertation in the Chemical Engineering program. I tried figuring out what the naming convention she used was but she didn’t give an explanation on that part. I assumed it could’ve been one out of a number of references, ranging from an anagram of—”

“How new are we talking?” Hotch interrupted, but deeply thankful that someone on the team seemed to have a lead.

“13 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days new. But it’s weird.” Spencer punctuates his statement by flicking through the papers. 

“The compound shouldn’t be commercially available anywhere and it’s meant to make other materials resistant to corrosion. No one should be using it in paint, let alone processing it.” The team let his words ring in their head before Hotch broke the silence.

“Garcia, look for MIT graduates who have worked with Lunacite and a background in fine arts.”

“Already way ahead of you chief, and deliciously, only one name fits the bill in every angle you can have it.” Their tech analyst who had been typing away then placed her laptop pointedly and turned it onto the round table for everyone to see. Everyone leans forward, but the BAU’s resident pretty boy is the one who says the name out loud.

“Y/N L/N.” On the screen is a put-together picture of you on various digital scans of your passport, driver’s license, doctoral degrees in Chemical Engineering and Anthropology, and undergrad degrees in both Philosophy and Sociology.

“Watch out, pretty boy. You may have just found your match.” Morgan’s comment is greeted with a few snickers, much to Spencer’s dismay.

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[virescent-v]

Subconsciously Green-Eyed

Summary: Jealousy? Emily's never heard of it.

A/N: So...I tried to challenge myself to do a 500 word drabble. I didn't make it. LMAO. But lucky for ya'll you get two fics from me within 24 hours! There's no warnings to this one; there's no smut.

Word Count: 983

Emily cast her glance back and forth across the table. It wasn’t unlike her team to joke and lighten the mood during debriefs, but something about this instance was getting under her skin. 

She eyeballed the table, looking intently at each person present trying to figure out what was bothering her. It was the usual group of people; Tara, Penelope, JJ, Luke, and Dave. But there was also a new addition to the table. 

A young, attractive agent from New York. A bright mind in the Cyber Division office, if she were to go by what your section chief said. You were down in DC helping out on the case they were currently working on. Everyone on the team was besotted with you already after only having known you for two days. 

You were a bright light in the otherwise bleak office. You were average in height, but loud in personality. Your optimism rivaled that of Penelope, as did your technological savviness, and your humor meshed well with both Tara and Luke. You were confident and extroverted without being cocky and knowledgeable without being a know-it-all. 

Everyone was captivated by you, trying to work closely with you over the past couple of days. You had knowledge that seeped into various topics that made you an asset at the round table. More importantly, you were creative with directions to take the case that opened up a few different leads that impressed everyone, including Emily. 

As Emily continued surveying the table, you were in the middle of a funny story from your first New York case and everyone around it had their eyes on you. You were leaning lightly into Penelope’s personal space, your hand on her arm, sharing a quick giggle at something techy. You made sure to make eye contact with everyone around the table, keeping everyone’s attention on you. It felt natural, the way you worked the small crowd, and Emily could tell that each member was enamored with you. 

She noticed that Tara and Luke’s eyes were more heavily focused on you than the others, something dark and gleaming. Watching them watch you, their eyes trailing sneakily but lazily over your body, Emily could feel something swelling inside of her. Something unnamed, something she hadn’t felt before. 

As she was internally cataloging whatever feelings were swirling inside her, she didn’t notice the room clear out leaving only herself and you. 

You noticed Emily’s distraction during the past few minutes, especially as the team made their way out and she stayed behind. Her gaze was directed at the table top, but it looked befuddled, distant. 

“Agent Prentiss?” When you didn’t receive any response, you timidly walked around the table and gently put your hand on her arm. You spoke quietly, not wanting to scare her out of her reverie. “Emily?” 

Regardless of your trying to be soft spoken, Emily still startled, jumping a little. “Wha- oh. Sorry, I was in another world.” 

You laughed lightly, breaking the tension a bit. “I could tell. Is everything okay?” 

Emily cleared her throat, still unsure of how to name the emotions rippling inside her. “Oh, ye-yeah. It’s nothing. Just a lot on my mind.” She looked around, finally registering that the team had left. “Are you enjoying DC?” 

You tilted your head a little at her, your eyes softening. “I am. It’s a nice change of pace from New York,” you stepped a little closer to the section chief. “I really like the team. Everyone’s, uh, great.” 

Emily had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Go figure you enjoyed the attention of her agents. She figured you probably noticed the glances that some of them were throwing your way, your personality clinging to the admiration. “I can tell,” she said with just a hint of something venomous. 

Your head tilted a little further as you scrutinized her. You were not as proficient in profiling, but you weren’t blind. You leaned back on the table and crossed your arms over your chest, regarding Emily with a hint of amusement. “Agent Prentiss, are you jealous of my newly budding relationships with your team?” 

“Jeal-? Jealous? No, no. Why, why would I be jealous?” 

Emily felt her face flush, confused by the emotions rushing through her. Was it jealousy? But why would she be jealous of her team showing you attention? 

“It doesn’t take a profiler to spot jealousy.” You walked closer to her, close enough that you could feel her body heat. “You’re stuttering over your words when you’re normally very well spoken. Your hands are clenched at your sides right now.” You trailed your hands over Emily’s hands, loosening them. You trailed your hands up her arms, keeping your eyes on Emily and her reactions. 

As your hands brushed her shoulders, Emily’s breath caught. “I can feel your muscles, you’re pretty tense right now.” Your hands continued north, brushing the underside of her jaw. “You’ve been clenching your teeth and frowning with narrowed eyes since you noticed Luke and Tara checking me out.” You trailed your thumb over her lower lip, which she had pulled between her teeth at your movements. “So, yeah, I’m not a profiler, Agent Prentiss, but all signs point to jealousy,” you said, arching your eyebrow. 

Emily slowly released a breath, gently closing her eyes in a way to relax herself. “Maybe I am jealous,” she whispered. 

You watched as Emily steeled herself, confidence lighting up her eyes. You grinned fondly as you gently shook your head, opening your body language as Emily prepared herself. 

“I think,” she started, her hands landing on your hips. “To avoid all further jealousy, I should beat Tara and Luke to the punch.” She took a deep breath. “Want to get dinner with me tonight?” 

You couldn’t suppress the teasing smile that broke out across your face. “Why, Agent Prentiss, I thought you’d never ask.” 

[anniebeemine]

I'd love a reader that rivals Rossi in food, like they were a chef before they joined the BAU so they cook like a dream so whenever Rossi hosts his dinners he always invited reader into the kitchen but kicks everyone else out, but spencer keeps hovering around the kitchen door just admiring reader while she works and laughs with Rossi. And Rossi eventually asks if they're together and the reader is just a mess since they have such a big crush.

Eventually with Rossi's meddling which Garcia and Derek join they gor together and time skip to where reader hosts a dinner in the shared place with spencer?

I hope this is what you were looking for. I got a little carried away, but I looooove the idea

“A chef?” 

You nodded, swallowing your last sip of coffee. “Yeah. I went through college, got my master’s in psych and all th-” 

Penelope butted in, practically on the edge of her seat. “Yeah, but how did you get to chef?” 

“I’m getting there!” You laughed, leaning into the desk. “Had a breakup, completely lost my sense of self and decided to do culinary school for two years. So after that, I worked on my doctorate while moonlighting at a five star restaurant.” 

Penelope's eyes widened as she processed your story, her excitement barely contained. "Wait, hold on—so you were studying for your doctorate and working at a five-star restaurant at the same time?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you remembered those whirlwind years. "Yep. It was pretty intense, but I found a weird sense of balance in it. During the day, I was buried in research and papers, and by night, I was perfecting my knife skills and plating dishes."

Emily leaned in, her expression a mix of admiration and curiosity. "That’s amazing, but why culinary school? I mean, that’s such a shift from psychology."

Penelope's eyes widened as she processed your story, her excitement barely contained. "Wait, hold on—so you were studying for your doctorate and working at a five-star restaurant at the same time?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you remembered those whirlwind years. "Yep. It was pretty intense, but I found a weird sense of balance in it. During the day, I was buried in research and papers, and by night, I was perfecting my knife skills and plating dishes."

Emily leaned in, her expression a mix of admiration and curiosity. "That’s amazing, but why culinary school? I mean, that’s such a shift from psychology."

You shrugged, a bit of nostalgia creeping into your tone. "After that breakup, I felt lost, like I didn’t know who I was anymore. I needed something completely different, something that would challenge me in a new way. Cooking became that outlet. It was therapeutic—creating something from scratch, the precision, the creativity... It helped me find myself again."

Penelope gasped. “You and Rossi should make us a dinner- I mean, I’ll help but Rossi says I change the recipes too much and-”

You laughed, imagining the scene. "I can see that! Rossi probably has everything down to a science, and you’re just like, ‘Let’s add a little of this, a little of that,’ huh?"

Penelope nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! But your culinary skills combined with his... oh, it would be a feast for the ages!"

Emily smirked, joining in on the fun. "We’d be in for a real treat. Maybe we could have a team dinner where you both cook, and the rest of us just sit back and enjoy the masterpieces."

You grinned, the idea of cooking with Rossi actually sounding like a lot of fun. “Set it up and then tell me when to be there.” 

+++

You stood next to Rossi, hand on your hip and hair tied back, listening intently as he walked you through the steps of his famous risotto recipe. The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of simmering stock and sautéing onions, and the hum of activity around you felt both comforting and exciting.

"Now, the key to a perfect risotto," Rossi said, stirring the pot with a practiced hand, "is patience. You can't rush this. It's all about slowly adding the broth, letting the rice absorb it, and coaxing out that creamy texture."

You nodded, absorbing every word. "Got it. Slow and steady wins the race."

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with the shared understanding of someone who knew the intricacies of the culinary world. "Exactly. It’s like life, you know? You’ve got to give it time, let things unfold naturally."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. Cooking with Rossi was more than just following a recipe; it was an experience, a chance to learn not just about food, but about the philosophy behind it. You reached for the ladle, ready to add the next bit of broth, when Rossi placed a hand on your shoulder.

"You’ve got a good feel for this," he remarked, his voice carrying a tone of approval. "I can tell you’ve spent some time in the kitchen."

"Thanks," you replied, feeling a bit of pride. "It’s been a while since I’ve done anything this involved, but it’s like riding a bike, right? You don’t really forget."

"Exactly," Rossi agreed, nodding. "And with your background, I’m sure you appreciate the therapeutic side of it. There’s something calming about the process, especially when you’re making something for others."

You glanced around the kitchen, where Penelope was bustling about, setting the table with Emily’s help. You could hear the distant sound of laughter from the rest of the team, who were eagerly awaiting the meal. "Yeah," you said softly, "there really is."

As you finished setting the last touches on the risotto with Rossi, you noticed Spencer lingering in the doorway of the kitchen. His eyes were fixated on the tray of cupcakes you had meticulously decorated earlier that day. Each one was a small work of art, adorned with delicate swirls of frosting and tiny edible flowers. You could tell he was fighting the urge to sneak one before dinner.

"Ah-ah," you tutted playfully, waving a hand to shoo him away. "Not until after dinner."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief, but he backed off as instructed. It was rare to see him so visibly relaxed, especially with the whole team around. Tonight, though, he seemed content, his usual tension replaced with something softer, more at ease.

Dinner passed with the usual banter and camaraderie that you had come to cherish. The risotto was a hit, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as your team enjoyed the meal you'd helped prepare. Spencer, though typically one to join in the conversation, was uncharacteristically quiet, his focus seemingly on the food in front of him. Every now and then, you'd catch him stealing glances at the cupcakes again, a small smile playing on his lips.

When the meal was over and the plates were being cleared, you began to gather your things, ready to call it a night. You were wiping down the counter when you felt Spencer’s presence behind you. Turning, you found him standing there, hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze shifting from the cupcakes to you.

"How did you make those cupcakes?" he asked, his voice soft, almost shy.

You opened your mouth to respond, ready to dive into the details of the recipe, when Derek sauntered up behind Spencer, clapping him on the shoulder. "Look at this, Pretty Boy’s turning into quite the baker," he teased, grinning widely. "But seriously, you should show him how you did it. Guy's a fast learner, and I'm sure he'd pick it up in no time."

Spencer’s cheeks flushed a light pink at Derek’s words, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment. But before you could process his reaction, your excitement got the better of you. "I’d love to show you, Spence!" you said enthusiastically, your eyes lighting up at the thought. "We can set up a little baking session, and I’ll walk you through the whole process. It’s a date!"

His eyes snapped back up to meet yours, the blush deepening on his cheeks, but his smile was wide and genuine. "I’d really like that," he said, his tone sincere, a mixture of happiness and something else—something deeper, almost like gratitude.

"Great!" you replied, already thinking of the best time to get together and which other recipes you might try. "We’ll pick a day soon, and I’ll make sure you become a cupcake master."

Spencer squeaked out a quiet "thanks," his usual composure cracking just enough to reveal a hint of nervousness. He quickly shuffled away from the kitchen, his shoulders slightly hunched as if trying to disappear into the background.

Rossi, who had been silently observing the exchange from a distance, leaned in closer, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "It’s a date?" he teased, his voice low and filled with amusement as he watched Spencer retreat through the doorway.

You felt your cheeks warm, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement bubbling up inside you. Turning away, you pretended to wipe an already clean spot on the counter, trying to hide the grin that threatened to spread across your face. "Shush," you muttered, your voice carrying a playful lilt. "It’s just cupcakes."

Rossi chuckled softly, clearly not buying your nonchalant act. "Sure, just cupcakes," he echoed.

+++

“Thank you to everyone for coming to our engagement dinner.” Spencer set the small platter of cupcakes down. He quickly swatted Derek’s hand away. “As you all know, our first date included teaching me how to make these.” 

Spencer carefully set the small platter of cupcakes down on the table, each one a labor of love that he had poured his heart into. The cupcakes weren’t perfect—the frosting swirled a bit unevenly, and a few were slightly lopsided—but they were a far cry from his first attempt. You remembered that first dozen vividly, laughing as more frosting ended up on both of you (and the sheets) than on the cupcakes themselves. 

"Thank you to everyone for coming to our engagement dinner," Spencer said, his voice warm and sincere as he addressed the room. A proud smile lit up his face, but as soon as Derek’s hand reached for one of the cupcakes, Spencer was quick to swat it away, drawing a few chuckles from the gathered friends and family.

“As you all know,” he continued, his gaze moving to you, “our first date included teaching me how to make these.”

You returned his smile, your heart swelling with affection as you looked at the cupcakes and then back at Spencer. The memory of that first date was still so fresh in your mind—the awkwardness, the laughter, the way he had concentrated so hard on getting the recipe just right. You had teased him mercilessly, but by the end of it, you’d both been covered in flour and frosting, happier than you could remember being in a long time. 

“Now, my beautiful fiancee has allowed me to make them on my own.” 

You reached out and gently took one of the cupcakes, holding it up as if to toast with it. "They’re perfect, Spence," you said softly, the sincerity in your voice unmistakable.

Spencer’s smile widened, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, sharing a silent understanding of everything these cupcakes represented. He had come a long way from that first awkward attempt in the kitchen, just as your relationship had grown from tentative beginnings to this moment of celebration.

With a playful wink, Derek finally managed to snag a cupcake, taking a big bite. "Not bad, Pretty Boy," he said with a grin, his words muffled by the mouthful of cake. 

As everyone began to savor the cupcakes, the room filled with appreciative hums and murmurs of approval. The compliments came in bursts, each one warming Spencer’s heart. Emily commented on how the frosting was the perfect balance of sweet, while Rossi praised the moistness of the cake. Even Penelope, who was notorious for her sweet tooth, gave Spencer an enthusiastic thumbs-up as she savored each bite.

You couldn’t help but beam with pride, watching Spencer soak in the praise. He had worked so hard, and seeing everyone enjoy his creations was the perfect reward.

It wasn’t until JJ took a bite of her cupcake that the room’s energy shifted slightly. Her eyes widened in surprise as she turned her cupcake in her hand, revealing the pink frosting center. “Oh my God!” she gasped, her gaze flicking to Will, who was sitting beside her as she showed him.

Will’s eyes jumped from JJ to you, then down to his own cupcake, which he quickly bit into. A look of realization dawned on his face as he too discovered the dollop of pink frosting.

A chorus of small cheers and exclamations filled the room as the others followed suit, discovering the surprise inside their cupcakes. Penelope practically squealed with delight, and even Rossi looked impressed as he held up his cupcake to examine the pink filling.

“What’s this about, you two?” Emily asked, her eyes darting between you and Spencer with a knowing smile.

Before you could respond, Spencer pulled you close to his side, his arm wrapping around your waist. He looked down at you with a soft smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just a little something extra,” he said casually, but the excitement in his voice was unmistakable.

You laughed, the joy in the room infectious. As Spencer lifted his own cupcake, he tapped it gently against your nose, leaving a small dollop of frosting on the tip. “Hey!” you giggled, wiping it off with your finger, but before you could retaliate, Spencer took a big bite of his cupcake, savoring the sweetness.

The room erupted in playful laughter and teasing, the hidden surprise in the cupcakes adding an extra layer of celebration to the evening. Spencer held you close as everyone continued to enjoy the cupcakes, his heart swelling with happiness at how perfectly everything had turned out.

Leaning into Spencer, you whispered just for him to hear, “You did good, Spence. Really good.”

He kissed the top of your head, his voice tender as he replied, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

[fortemelody]

AHHHSHFBTKFNTLFKGNFMDM SONIC 3 TRAILER SONIC 3 TRAILER SONIC 3 TRAILER IM LOOSING MY SHIT RN

here’s some things i noticed/wondered/loved:

- i think in that scene where tom is on the ground yelling for sonic, he is wearing a special forces suit. maybe he upgraded from cop to working with gun?? if so i think that’s a really good use of his character actually! he wanted to save a life and raise a family above all else yes, but he still got his previous dream of doing more serious cop work!

- shadow just. has a big ass portal?? like holy shit he’s just suckin the life outta earth and ig that’s one way to do it (or maybe it’s just a ring and i’m stupid idek)

- i’m sure we’ll learn more about this in the actual movie so i’m not too worried, but i’m super confused at the very beginning scene. apparently sonic didn’t change his heart…but he did tho? like he learned what being a true hero meant in the last movie. tbh i feel like that’s enough but hey i’m not against more character development for our boy so!! (also that bit where he’s like “in my lungs” was actually really funny to me, ben schwartz’ awesome delivery caught me off guard)

- GERALD ROBOTNIK ALIVE HUUUUH?! tbh i would’ve preferred if maria was alive, i feel like that would be an interesting dynamic. but also ig that would make it harder for shadow to learn anything so i totally get it. anyways i’m just glad they’re putting a little twist on the story, it keeps it interesting. they already sorta did that with the knuckles and iblis thing actually! (even if that show sucked ass and although that probably wasn’t intentional 😭)

- even tho bro only got like… 3 lines, i really think keanu fits shadow. he’s very soft spoken in comparison to the rest of the case which feels nice. also he’s like the “really bad” guy so ofc he’s not gonna be yappin on and on like sonic or robotnik and he’s gonna take things uber seriously.

- where was my girl maddie :( i think she was only in like a singular frame. hope shes in the movie a somewhat significant amount. i heart pretzel lady!! could live without wade tho like pls im so sick of his bowling soap opera 💀

- FAT ROBOTNIK FAT ROBOTNIK FAT ROBOTNIK!!! after fucking 3 movies they finally fulfilled jim carrey’s wishes!! let the man get creative like please i love jim carrey sm aughdfhfnfmschxj. also love how we got so much stobonik content within that short scene like jesus come get y’all’s food

- shadow at one point says something along the lines of “when we’re done, there won’t be anything left.” maybe i’m reading WAY to into this but what does the “we’re” part mean?? is he working with others? i feel like this is either gonna be team dark or some new movie exclusive character(s). edit: someone made a valid point that he’s actually probably referring to gerald (look at reblogs!)

-CHAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lowkey wonder if the room therye in is like an amusement park or somethin like that

- no sign of amy :( but honestly my prediction now is that she’s gonna be the post credit scene teaser cus they always do a new character reveal there. first tails, then shadow. and honestly now i think it might be better that way so shadow can have a chance to breathe and show his story in full. i’m pretty sure i vaguely remember colleen (tails’ VA) being kinda mysterious about amy’s appearance when asked, and also the fact that it was confirmed that this isn’t the end of the movie franchise/universe. but ig we’ll just have to wait and see!

so sorry i stated this yesterday morning to give my initial thoughts but then got busy and completely forgot to post/finish it. and today i started (and am close to finishing) a very long edit of the trailer, so be on the look out for that too!

genuinely i feel like this movie is gonna somehow be even more record breaking than any of the previous movies and i am so here for the hype 🙏

[charmac]

Any other cool little bits from your coversation with Charlie? It is so awesome you got to meet all the guys!!!

There was so much stuff and I’m not sure how much I have shared/a lot is jumbled now bc it was a long day, drinking, and a loud bar, lol, but a few things:

Charlie was bragging to the guys next to us at the bar that Sunny is the wordiest show on television :,)

A woman demanded Charlie make her a cocktail, she returned it and made him fix it, he did, and then he said, “they don’t even let me bartend on the fictional show!” Which killed me.

He reiterated to us that they wanted to go with ‘my idea’ (😭) of Mac and Dennis still having inflatable furniture

This convo is kinda fuzzy but I remember he said they write episodes with the intent of surprising the audience, and if they get into the writers room and they find they’re just repeating something or not saying anything new, they either won’t move forward or they’ll go look for a way to catch the audience off guard (S16 has A LOT of this, which is I think what he was talking about)

My friend told him we miss when they used to do legit promotional stuff and photos, and he said he doesn’t really see (not involved in) what they do with that and merch nowadays

Again, he took so much time to talk to us and really truly just talked to us like we were kind of on the same level. I can’t stop thinking about how little opportunity he probably gets to do that with Sunny outside of the creative team. And it seems like he and Glenn did talk a lot/their minds were really on Season 17 this past weekend :)

(Also, I overheard a guy ask Glenn about S17 ‘this year’ and he told him due to the Writers Strikes pushing their schedules back, they wouldn’t be getting out a new season until next year. We knew this based on other things being said, but wanted to reiterate!)

It’s very cool I’ve met them all now and what’s like... Idk more insane?.. is that I appreciate them all even more now. They’re all just very real people, that are creating something they love and care about, and are genuinely excited and happy to get to talk about it whenever they can. Idk, I feel like we couldn’t have asked for a better experience. I hope they do more stuff in other states so more people can get to meet them and share their love for the show too! They love talking about their little show!!

[allycat75]

Screaming into a void time (another long one, sorry)...

Ok, I have tolerated these shenanigans with the Boston bonehead and his merry band of clout chasers and liars, watching his soul decay while everyone (including me) debated whether he was married or not, how many ceremonies they had, how they traveled and where they lived (and was it even their ugly-ass house in MA or NY) but I have to lay down some cold hard truths for our anxiety riddled pothead.

Your decisions, forced or not, have led you to this horrid point. Your only choices may have been between a turd sandwich and a giant douche (thanks, South Park) but you made that choice. And something tells me you didn't just come to this point out of nowhere. There were probably a string of missed lessons along the way that painted you into such a corner.

I know you may be fragile right now but you need to hear this as I suspect you are not hearing it from your loser friends or listening to the ones who do have your best interest at heart.

You are teetering on the ragged edge, my friend. I just saw the first trailer for Pain Hustlers and I can see why they released it only a week and a half before it is in the theaters- because Netflix wants to bury it. Another in a long line of duds your team should have been adept at steering you clear from. You better hope the strike last long enough to where Red One has to be postponed until next year, otherwise you will pull off the hat trick of working your ass off on three movies that have showcased how little anyone cares (you or the audience). I could be wrong about Red One, but this was filmed during your fugue state where the real Chris disappeared and was replaced with a stoned automaton who had no problem selling out everything he believed in. Not conducive to the best creative energy.

Well, buddy, it is time to wake up. You are aware of what is going on in the world, right? You used to have a website that cared about this stuff. Too bad you couldn't use this time off from the strike to pour into that instead of pretending to get married to a woman you refuse to touch or even sit near, breadcrumming two weddings by leveraging the poor boundaries you have established with your family and friends and giving the worst interview to GQ, making you look like a tone deaf, moronic, pretentious asshole.

You need to separate yourself from these racist, anti-semites NOW. While some outside the fandom are starting to notice, it will catch on like a house on fire if you aren't careful. Remember how easy it was for the fandom to find out all this shit about them last year? And now look at what is going on outside. Hamas is a terrorist organization who wants nothing more than to have Jews exterminated from the planet. And here in the US, we have someone vying to be Speaker of the House (second in line for the Presidency) who describes himself as "David Duke without the baggage"; you remember David Duke, right? You used to stand up to him before you were made to look like a fucking joke).

There is no such thing as a little bit racist, or a little bit antisemetic, and for all intents and purposes, you married one, with all her "baggage". Certificate or no certificate; pictures or no pictures. This isn't one of those things that you can claim plausible deniability. You are in it. And if you think your privlege can save you, maybe it can, but I doubt it. It may not have happened yet, but the Sword of Damocles is hanging just above your head.

It comes down to the difference between intent and impact. No one really believes this has been your intent, but that matters little to those impacted by your actions. I know you have "cyclical unhappiness" when you think about the small stuff too much, but too bad. There is no way to take yourself out of the equation. You are not a used car lot balloon, who frantically moves every which way until the air is let out and deflates into nothing. You are a grown human being and like all of us, have a responsibility to understand your place in the universe. Otherwise, you are just stepping over bodies with such carelessness- the teacher in Portugal who only thought she was supporting a charity, your friends trying to promote one of your crappy movies, only to have it derailed by your drama backstage, fans getting harassed and even receiving death threats for speaking the truth we see with our own eyes. You may not be doing these things with your own hands, but that does not absolve your responsibility.

As I said before, this is your time to wake up. Coming clean with pure heart and honesty is the only solution at this point. If you wait too long or dig your heals in, like we have seen before, it will be too late. Do you think Jinx will want to partner with an antisemite loving dog dad? What studio will hire you, even for your one movie a year? Based on your crappy decision making skills, I have a feeling any pottery you sell will be break even with the amount of pot you smoke. So invest wisely and I hope your accountants are more trustworthy than the rest of the people you have surrounded yourself with.

Now, I am actually a very kind person who for some reason is still rooting for you. I still think there is a good person buried deep in there. These are rare and may be why I can't give up just yet.

You have the con this weekend. I know you can't promote Captain America, but think back to what he stood for. You even referenced him and how you aimed to be more like him in that god forsaken GQ video. So do it, you dummy! You will feel much better when your soul is unburdened. Then follow the advise I and many others have given before:

Get a good therapist and do the work

Decide if you really want to act or not; if so, take some classes to shake the cobwebs off; If not, are you going to be ok giving up the perks?

Don't use weed as a crutch

Establish clear boundaries with family and friends

Remove relationships (personal and professional) that are no longer serving you or even doing you harm

Listen to what your head and the universe is telling you

Do not get into a relationship until you have an idea of who you are and at least get to the "like" stage

To quote Florence and the Machine (Wish That You Were Here):

And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing And I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind Wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear Tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here

[certifiedstarrr]

stone cold - c.s pt.2 of "i'll beat her bitch ass."

pt1

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femvolleyballplayer!y/n x comforting!chris

warnings: cursing, crying, intentional lowercase, no grammar used (intentional), detailed brutal fighting, mentions of death, ig triggering topic, use of y/n (sorry?) ig angst???

summary: somerville won the semi-finals and amelia's team goes home. amelia should wish that she hadn't said that because y/n doesnt play when it comes to someone talking about her boyfriend. shits about to go down.

this is set in some random ass au that i can’t really explain😭

p.s sorry to people named amelia, no hate to y’all !💗

also be kind to others please !!

don’t like don’t read !!

find some other shit to do.

not proofread (a bitch don’t got no time for that shit)

this is my creative work and i do not approve of plagiarism in any way. i also do not approve of reposting my work onto other apps or anything of the idea. SSTVRNIOLOO 2024.

a/n: HEYY , so this is your surprise fic series ive been working onnnn ~ also my laptop stopped working so i don’t have the option of typing anymore, so it’ll be on my phone or ipad. (mostly ipad though) 💔

wc: 2k

enjoy !!

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im going to beat this motherfucker up.

how dare she slap me, tell chris is only dating me because im just a "good fuck", and saying didnt love me.

im going to beat her so bad that her nose is so fucking crooked. so bad that she cant speak. that shes hospitalized just as long that i was when she injured me.

after she slapped me i pounced on her. yanking at her hair & jaw to get her to look at me.

"whos laughing now, bitch?"

laughing, i bitch slap her right back and punch her in the nose. nobody even dares to fucking touch me. no one.

i jump on her pounding her head onto the glossy gym floors. throwing many punches at her nose and face, practically drilling my knuckles into her faceーwith. no. absolute. mercy.

i didnt care how bad her injuries were gonna be. i could actually care less.

my white jerseyーwell, previouslyーwas now splattered with her blood.

"yeah get her ass !!"

meghan yelled from the bench. i love meg.

nobody was really going to stop me. i probably looked like a monster.

"please stop!! im sorry !"

amelia yelped and screamed. i heard herーloud and clearーbut didn't give no fucks.

throwing punches directly at her nose, hoping to complete my goal of making her; already hideous nose; crooked as hell.

her face drowned of ruby red coloured blood. her mouth draining of blood and face bruised and cut.

i could practically kill her. but do i want murder charges though? no.

i looked at her twisted nose in proudness & enjoyment. he nose was perfectly crooked how i wanted it to be.

all this timeーwith out realizing itーi'd also been fighting off the refs and amelia's teamates. i was also tuning out the repeatedly blown whistle.

well too late. the damage was done. she was definitely fucked up.

its called payback, bitch.

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she surprisingly got up, stumbling around before she threw a hand at me. she punched my nose and scratched my cheek.

i felt the burning sensation on my cheek and my blood sprinting down my cheek.

“you motherfucker!”

she furiously yelled at me, with tears running down her face, mixing in with the blood.

my eyes shot down to the gym floor. it was one big puddle of blood. i grinned crazilyーlike a fucking serial killer.

we were both standing in fighting positions, ready to quite literally kill each other.

i caught chris’ big blue orbs staring at me. he was also grinning. he knew the rivalry that me and amelia have; that’s why he never stopped me.

the crowd was chanting my name. they all backed me up on this rivalry comepletely.

our faces were both decorated with blood. but mine didn’t have tears streaming down them.

i knew i was going to penalized for the tournament. i most definitely was; without question.

this beef wasn’t with any of our other teammates, it was only between me and her. though everybody knew what amelia did to me last season.

the referees and her teammates finally pulled us away from each other. both screaming profanities at eachother.

but suddenly whilst she was walking back to her bench. she fell. its all because i knocked her outー

stone cold.

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as my coach walked me to the locker room, i heard cheering, applause and more loud chanting of my name. they all knew the beef between amelia and i.

i got to the locker room with my coach and sat down.

“you’re expecting me to yell at you or something, hm?”

my coach monique said.

“yep.”

“well i’m not. i’m so proud of you for beating that bitch up.”

coach monique laughed.

“thank you! i thought everybody thought i was a monster for doing that”

“you’re a monster on the court. but thatーthat was just handing pure business.”

“thank you coach”

coach monique walked back out the the court to settle my team and talk to the refs.

suddenly, chris walked in to the locker room.

“oh hey chris”

“hey baby”

he went in to hug me but i gestured no.

“unless you want blood on your shirt, i don’t think you should.”

“i don’t really care”

he hugged me tightly and i hugged right back.

“so how’d the fight even start y/n?” chris questioned

“well first she slapped me because i was supposedly “cheating” then told me that you were only dating me because i was a “good fuck” and you didn’t love me”

i explained calmly.

“that little bitch.” chris said low-toned.

“and that’s exactly why her nose is crooked as fuck”

i grinned, remembering how her nose looked.

“i’m gonna go back to the stands and get to car.” chris said.

“okay see you in a bit baby”

he gave me a swift kiss on the lips and walked out the locker room.

i grabbed a wet towel and dabbed at my cuts and bruisesーa burning sensation each time i dabbed at them.

changing back into my clothes and taking my sports bag. i head to the car and greet my friends.

i hated the media. and now they were following me.

i stepped out the door and walked to car where all my friends were. i ran up to nick first.

“hey babes!” nick said excitedly.

“hey nickk” matching his same energy.

group hugging lauren and angelina (angie) happily while getting tons of dumb questions from the media that was previously following me.

also greeting matt aswell, making sure to make him smile.

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parking into the driveway, me, matt, chris, and nick got out the car and heading inside the house.

nick and matt went to their rooms, leaving me and chris to go to our shared one.

“i need a shower” i said.

“okay baby i’ll go after you” chris said.

..

i closed the bathroom door and started stripping my clothes off. once fully done, i stepped inside the shower, turning the water on and letting the water stream down.

the water mixed in with the little blood that was left on me. falling on the shower tiles.

i took my loofah and put soap on it and watched it grow soap suds on it. i got lost in relaxing feeling of hot water and sudsy soap. it just rejuvenated me.

..

hopping out the shower, and drying myself with my towel. i threw on my clothes that were laid out on the counter. i opened the bathroom door and felt the cold air rush past me.

i stretched out on the shared bed and get a call.

it’s from my aunt. she never calls me. why now?

“hey y/n it’s me”

my aunt sounded like she was crying. but why?

“yes auntie?”

“y/n y-you’re parents died.”

i dropped my phone on the bed.

no. this is some kind of sick joke.

my eyes darted everywhere, trying to register what i just heard.

they couldn't have died. i saw them last night when they flew to London.

when they disappointed me telling me they couldn't make it to my game. i had totally forgot about that when i looked around in the stands.

then, i broke out into a loud, ugly, sob.

chris’ eyes immediately shot to me.

“what happened y/n??” his voice laced with worry and concern.

"my parents- they-" i couldn't finish my sentence.

"take your time ma" chris said gently.

i could hardly believe my parents died. it just wasn't possible.

chris hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead, trying to get me to calm down.

i sobbed. i loved my parents so much. sure we weren't on the best terms with eachother lately. but i still loved them dearly.

and the worst part is, the last thing i ever said to them but "i hate you both"

"chris the last thing i said to them wasn't even i love you!" i wailed, still sobbing.

"shh y/n" chris calmed.

then chris just held me there. no words. no sound. nothing.

just silence.

he knew what had happened by the hints i dropped.

i just couldn't bring myself to say it. not yet.

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i awoke, wrapped in chris' arms. i looked over the time,

1:56pm

a solid 13 hours of sleep.

yet i still felt tired.

i had no energy. so many missed calls and texts.

i knew what they were all gonna say,

"We're so sorry for your lost! If there's anything we can do to help let us know."

well you most certainly cant fix those empty parental figures;

hell, i'm an orphan now.

so bullshit.

i opened tiktok bored out of my mind and started scrolling.

i saw a tiktok of a girl who looked around my age with both her mom and dad , doing a dance.

why cant that be me?

..

i was at my desk a couple minutes later, hatching a plan.

because what if my parents really weren't dead,

what they faked it?

well its time to find out.

chris woke up groggily,

"morning ma" he yawned.

"morning baby" i answered swiftly.

"what are you doing?" he asked.

"we're flying to london."

extra: soooooooooo this took so long for no reason but here it isssss.

school was beating my ass fr fr

but thank you for reading !!!

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[ratratratratratsewer]

Hello! I see on your pinned post that you do G&B requests and as a writer who sucks at writing (who is trying to write). I find it hard to write and understand characters that are not my own. I have a ✨Request✨ (you don't have to do it if you don't want to ofc) Can you do just general headcanons for some of the NPC in the game (examples: Jean, Barry) Thanks for your time and stay hydrated!!! ♥︎

Hello, thank you for your request. And honestly I'm as much a bad writer and the only reason I take requests is because it helps me improve my writing and have more creativity in understanding a simple character's behaviour even with their short amount of time of showing up:)

Anyways, you too keep yourself hydrated!

I could only do 3 of the more 'popular' NPCs since their behaviour stood out the most and actually show their own different personalities. (well, jacob is somewhat biased..)

But no worries, I'll start to work on other NPCs when i'm ready. For now, they might be ooc cause it's simply headcanons. Fun police please don't find me 👁️

1. Jacob:

- It's like the whole fandom agrees that he's muted/doesn't talk much. He talks by body language and expression, though it's more leaning into body language.

- Guy can speak, but only when he has to. Most of the time he rather keeps it to himself.

- Jacob is honestly a chill guy, he might be silent most of the time but he got some incredible listening. The type of guy to remember things you said from a whole decade ago. He doesn't give a fuck on anything, you could push him around or hugging him, pulling him and he wouldn't care as long it not bad intentioned. Great at detecting lies.

- He can't smile. I mean he can, but it would turn out wanky wonky, stiff as hell. Basically 😬 but well expressed if he's grossed out by something. Just imagine a simple 😐 face turning into something more detailed and expressive to exaggerate his disgust towards anything.

- Doesn't acquire bitches. (That's suck man..)/j

- Used to have long hair but shaved it off because wearing a shako is hot as fuck, plus it would get in his eyes. His team probably slapped his shiny bald head at least once a day, or just rubbed it aggressively every time he took his shako off. It's an addiction.

- People don't know his actual name, they just call him Jacob and he now is Jacob. (Personal headcanon..)

- Elders love him, no but like he would be really nice and respectful towards elders. Unironically would stack candies they gave him and refused to share, he barely eats them smfh.

2. Barry Williams:

- Your stereotypical English man, thick accent and a ginger.

- This guy would have the funniest laugh you would ever seen in your entire life, to the point if he laughs at something, it is contagious because his laugh is hilarious. A full on snorting and broken pitched, wheezing, coughing and he's gripping his stomach typa shit.

- Big hands, very warm hands. Bear paws. His hands are also sweaty. Barry himself is hella beefy.

- A gap in his teeth, always has the food stuck in there every time he eats and has to spend time getting it off. Accidentally poked his gum once and died right on the spot.

- Would coo at any babies or animals if he manage to see one in sight.

"Look a' them!"

- Bigg teethy smile, got his eyes wrinkled in glee and the dimples completed it. Happiest smile. Like look at him go :D (go englishman go)

- A dog person probably, he likes dogs, he loves dogs. Dogs also love him, wants a dog a while ago but due to the circumstances, he can't :(

-Dislikes being whispered in the ear, it itches as hell and he doesn't like people's breath fanning over the side of his face.

- Eats alot, he's not really picky. His appetite probably the size of 3 people combined. He can eat to keep his body going, but definitely not full enough.

3. Jean.

- A humble guy, despite his obvious talents and his excellent works along with his effort for literally anything.

- Fancy mustache he takes really fucking good care of it. It so fancy to the point his fellow teammates would actually thought of him being a higher rank but instead he's just the same as them.

- I'm sorry, but women and older women definitely adore him (who wouldn't). He's a respectful, handsome looking guy. Dude always got a group of people staring at him while he's minding his own business. Probably deny that he doesn't have admirers.

- A good talker he is, people couldn't really bring themselves to dislike him. He got acquaintances almost everywhere, people recognize him and he recognizes them too. Even if they didn't know him shit, he just knows them.

"Ah, ---- talked about you before. |||| isnt it?"

"😧"

- A romantic frenchman, Jean enjoys poetry and arts. He found himself admiring the works of buildings as he passed by, statues, drawing, novels.

- Would act like those dads who would have their hands on any kind of architect. Or watching a dude fixing stuffs with such focus.

- Sneezed like hes releasing the demon inside.

[twopoppies]

I think people are so upset when it comes to Pleasing because the shell is owned by Irving, and Harry's management/team completely owns the US version of Pleasing. Harry co-owns the UK sector. He is not a full owner, the meat of the company's financials and operations is still technically under the powers that be- so it can be assumed that he does not possess full control. Therefore, we do not know how much of this is his choice and how much of it is because his team is just being greedy. They also have historically involved the beards and stunts with almost every single drop, it is heavily catered to the younger more gullible fans, so most no-stunt larries I know won't support this brand, probably ever. That being said I agree with the anon who says stop complaining. It is relatively harmless when he's not stunting. I would personally have liked to see him have disappeared and taken a real break, but since that is not reality in this situation- this kind of thing in comparison to other options out there is a lot more wholesome and appealing.

But what, exactly, are you upset about? That you think Harry is being "used" by Irving et al? That fans are being "tricked" into thinking they're buying something Harry is not a full owner of? That Irving and co. are making money off of Pleasing along with Harry? "Involving the beards" is mainly Olivia because TR was barely around for the drops, and as far as I recall, she didn't wear any of it. But there's a big part of Harry's fanbase that thinks he's actually dating these women, and having a woman linked to unisex products makes sense from a marketing standpoint.

I still have no fucking idea what a "no-stunt larrie" is, but I know plenty of larries who like the products and buy them. If someone is only buying something because Harry's name is attached to it, that's their issue--you could say the same thing for CDs or a concert ticket. Harry is making some of that money, but not all. Everyone is making their cut off of him.

I get what you're saying, but I happen to think there's a section of this fandom that wants everything Harry is involved in to be 100% transparent, have the purest intentions, and have him only working with the purest people. Maybe it's because I'm of a very different generation, but it was enough for me that Pleasing makes a great effort toward being sustainable, vegan and cruelty-free, thoughtful about their advertising (in terms of using a wide variety of sexualities/skin tones/looks/bodies etc), partnering with a wide variety of charities that speak to causes that seem close to Harry's heart, being aware of making their products and stores accessible, etc. All of that feels like a huge step beyond "just selling something."

Would I love every person involved with the company to share my morals and ideas? Sure. But I'm also realistic. I don't think Harry would put his name on a business if he didn't want to. I think the fact that Molly and Harry L are the creative ends of the team says a lot both in that they understand Harry S's aesthetic and what he would want things to look like, but also that he wants people who are important to him to share in his ability to make money off of his name

I don't have an answer to this discussion. But it's one of the gripes that comes up literally every time Pleasing drops something new. I'm just a little tired of people complaining every time Harry does something. And I'm tired of people assuming that having side projects either makes Harry greedy or makes him a victim.

I know that answering this means 50 people are going to message me their opinions, but I'm working, and I don't really have the time or energy to keep circling around this same conversation.

[player1064]

for the carraville prompts: jamie’s pov of your fic it’s just not what’s done, and him doing/saying increasingly gay things that fluster gary who thought he’d never have a chance with the straight boy

honestly I could write a full length fic of this I LOVE this idea but I am exercising restraint (read: i am too sleepy to keep writing but want to post it anyway) and cutting it off at 1.3k words. Jamie is so so annoying in this god bless xx

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1996.

There’s a weird buzz in the air when Jamie arrives at Melwood in the morning, and not the usual frustration he’d expect the morning after the first team have lost a game. Everyone’s grouped in little huddles, hushed whispers that cut out when anyone else walks by, but the weirdest part by far is that everyone is holding a fucking newspaper.

He walks into the apprentice’s dressing room and snatches a paper out of one of the other lads’ hands. He turns straight to the back page, but there’s nothing particularly noteworthy there – United won the league, big fucking whoop – so he frowns and flips the paper back to the front page.

Jamie would normally dismiss anything The Sun prints as garbage, but a quick glance around the dressing room shows a few other papers scattered around, all with similar headlines. All with the same photo, printed to take up most of the page, full colour even on a weekday.

The Sun’s headline is not a particularly creative one, but is does get the point across quite succinctly: there, right above the grainy, dimly lit photograph, are the words GAY NEVILLE?

“Oh my fucking God,” he hears Michael whisper from behind him.

Gary Neville, right-back, Jamie’s brain helpfully supplies. Manchester United, 21 years old and already eight caps for England.

His next thought is: what a fucking idiot.

He doesn’t give a shit about the gay thing, not really – he did spend two years at boarding school, he knows what some of the boys got up to there. No, his issue is more that United have just won the league, and everyone knows in a few days they’ll be getting the double when they win the FA cup too. 21 years old, a starter for a team that’s about to make footballing history, a spot in the squad for this summer’s Euros, and the stupid prick’s just thrown it all away because he felt like getting off with someone at a club where anyone could see him.

Maybe he should ask his coaches about practicing in right-back. He has a funny feeling a spot’s about to open up on the England team.

 *

2004.

“Not so brave now that yer boyfriend’s fucked off to Spain, are ye?”

Neville gives him a disinterested look from across the tunnel.

“Not my boyfriend,” he says flatly, rolling his eyes like he’s recited that line a thousand times before.

He probably has, actually. Jamie needs to come up with better insults, something more original. He’ll workshop some for next time.

Still, better to dig in on this one. “No, I s’pose he’s not now that he’s traded you in fer better things. Yer not exactly a Galactico.”

Neville’s expression is still blank but there’s a hint of fire behind his eyes, which tells Jamie that he’s on the right track, that if he pushes just a little bit more he’ll be able to tip him over the edge.

He sees Keane step out from his place at the front of the line, turn to Neville and mutter “d’you need me to –”

“Couldn’t give a fuck, he’s not worth worryin’ over,” Neville replies, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

There’s no time to say anything back, because the referee walks to the front of the tunnel and then it’s time to go start the game.

*

2006.

“How’s it work, then?”

Neville looks up from the bowl of Weetabix he’d been intently focused on and glances around the room, like he doesn’t believe it’s him Jamie’s talking to.

He shrugs. “How’s what work?”

“The gay thing. Did yous get to bring a WAG over too, or is that only for the normal lads?”

“Wouldn’t be a WAG, would it?” Neville mutters snobbishly.

He’s right, Jamie supposes. But that’s obviously not something he can admit, so he decides to lean in to the ‘stupid Scouser’ bit. “Why not?”

Neville squints at him suspiciously. “’cause he wouldn’t be a wife or girlfriend, would he?” He clears his throat, looks back down at his bowl. “If he existed, that is. Only brought my dad over for this tournament, does that answer your question?”

“Hmm,” Jamie says, ignoring the obvious cue to leave and taking a seat opposite Neville instead. “What would they call ‘im, if you weren’t a sad lonely old spinster… husbands and boyfriends… HABs? Doesn’t ‘ave quite the same ring to it, does it?”

*

2013.

“Why’d you never get married?”

Neville – Gary – looks up from his iPad to give Jamie his familiar ‘I can’t tell if you’re having me on or if you’re actually just stupid’ squint. “’s only been legal a few months, give us a break.”

“Civil partnered then, whatever. I don’t get it. You’re rich, you were a footballer. I know you’re ugly but looks don’t really factor into it, if your brother’s marriage is anythin’ to go by.”

Gary scowls at him. “Different measures of attractive when you’re gay. I’ll ‘ave you know men find me quite good looking, actually.”

“Do they fuck,” Jamie snorts, because he’s willing to bet that there isn’t a single man on Earth, gay or otherwise, who finds Gary Neville in his current state attractive. Maybe in his playing days, when he was all lean muscle and intense glares, but not now. “They’re just queuin’ up to get a piece a’yous, are they?”

“Maybe they are. Not that it’s any of your business, but I actually ‘ave a date tonight.”

“And that’s after he’s had a look at you?”

*

2015.

“Don’t go.”

Gary looks exhausted, pale skin and dark shadows under his eyes. His hair needs a trim, his stubble needs a shave, and he needs to not move to fucking Spain.

“Don’t look so stroppy, Carra. You’re about to become Sky’s number one pundit.”

“Don’t want it. C’mon, Gaz, what’m I gonna do for my Monday mornin’ entertainment without tales of your endless bad dates.”

“Most people just read the news.”

 “What’re you gonna do, you’re bad enough at pullin’ as it is without a language barrier makin’ things harder. It’s like you want to spend the next five months celibate.”

“Yer awfully concerned about my personal life, James, for someone who not two weeks ago was tellin’ me that I needed to, and I quote, ‘spend less time thinkin’ about fit men and more on thinkin’ about fit footballers instead.’”

“And I stand by that.”

*

2016.

Jamie’s changing out of his gym clothes when his conversation with Gary earlier in the week echoes in his mind, the dreamy way Gary had said his arms…

The guy probably doesn’t even train as much as Jamie does, probably just exaggerates because for some reason he’s trying to impress Gary. As if Gary is someone you’d want to impress.

He stands in front of the changing room’s mirror and flexes his bicep, notes with pride the bulging vein that leads up from his elbow. It’s a shame, really, that he has to wear suits when he’s on Sky. He’s sure viewing figures would go up if he was allowed to wear something a little more form fitting, maybe he should pitch it to the wardrobe people.

Gary would probably have a fit, his tends to get in a tizz at the suggestion of any change to the strict set of rules he’s got in his head. Jamie had once tried to wear his suit without a tie (because he’d spilled coffee on the one he’d brought, not that he’d told Gary that), and Gary had screeched at him for a good half an hour about professionalism until he relented and went to wardrobe to find a spare tie he could use.

Imagine if he wore a t-shirt. Gary’s head would probably explode.

All the more reason to do it, really.

[flamerunn3r]

Sorry this is unfinished but I need to post these now just bc idfk when i'm gonna actually finish the rest realistically. Idk it will happen eventually. For now heres the great p5u ramblings post detailing my thoughts designs

This is my own personal interpretations but is also somewhat speculative in nature. I'm mostly trying to deal in already established characterizations and epilogue set ups but there might be stuff I've missed or forgotten (i also haven't played dancing yet sorry if there's something in there I hadn't accounted for). This is kind of like if I took the creative reigns on the story where I'd continue for it. Only the investigation team for now (and 2 boss characters I have an idea for) but maybe I'll do the shadow ops at some point. Only 4 characters for now but I'll reblog with additions when I finish the rest or if I edit any of these

Yu Narukami

He's currently attending school as a journalism student in the city or just starting out as one. Enthusiastic about his field but still tries to find the time to keep up with his friends and visit Inaba on his holidays. I felt journalism made alot of sense for him with the themes of persona 4. I liked the sport jacket and turtleneck but wanted soemthing different so the scarf was chosen to keep the same kind of silhouette. I made the collar on the winter coat large and I feel like Narukami's large uniform collar is a key part of his design. and I wanted to call back to that in his casual outfit. The summer outfit I mostly kept close to his summer outfit from p4. I'm kind of unsure on it though I might come back to it. I mostly wanted to keep his outfits smart and simple. For his meta verse outfit I really wanted to go all out with the bancho (kingpin) stuff and other delinquent tropes. I lengthened the uniform coat a little because I wanted it to look like a tokko-fuku. Alot of smaller detail inspiration was taken from Izanagi. The lenses in the mask are supposed to mimic glasses. I'd imagine he'd take off the mask the same way he throws off his glasses in myriad truths.

Teddie

I can't imagine him leaving Inaba and the TV world behind. Still staying in town and working largely the same job. He's got his own place now albeit small (still a step up from the closet though). At some point the IT asked Mitsuru to pull some strings so he actually has a legal personhood now. The animal hoodie is something that came to me spontaneously but I knew I needed to include it. I really that his normal outfit in 4 keeps the white and red of the bear costume in the outfit so I tried to keep the colour scheme here too. Most of his later outfits are less flashy and more casual so I tried to continue that trend. I didn't want to lose the rose from the corsage completely so I included a rose pattern in the second shirt. Alot of his outfits feature light blue so I wanted that in at least one outfit. I considered making the hoodie light blue initially. I don't think he'd have a metaverse outfit he'd just use the bear costume.

Naoto Shirogane

I'm under the assumption Naoto is still presenting masculinely to the general public as of p5 but I may be mistaken in this. If I'm wrong I'd still probably largely keep the outfits similar to this. Naoto's still working as a detective and I don't think that's ever really going to change. One thing that a hypothetical p5u would have to address is what Naoto and the shadow ops would have been doing during the events of persona 5 and I unfortunately do not have any ideas for what that would be at the moment.

I feel alot of the appeal of Naoto's design is the kind of boy detective fashion. I went at this design with the intention of kind of refining that into something a little more adult while still keeping in a similar vein. I did have to ditch the pageboy hat unfortunately as I felt it made them look too young. These outfits were kind of design as pseudo work clothes which is why I tried to make them a bit more formal then the other characters. Something I consider notable about Naoto's design but deliberately avoided here was the rolled up pant legs. It's very obvious in 4 it's done because Naoto is short but I feel like Naoto would start getting that either custom made or tailored to fit. I was initially going to forgo the blazer on the summer outfit but the design felt empty without it. Naoto having a noir detective themed metaverse outfit is an idea I'd had for years but I tried to incorporate design elements that were princely. I alot of the inspiration was from Sam Spade specifically. Deliberately made similarities to Akechi's white crow design. The band around the hat is supposed to invoke the similar one on the old page boy hat.

Yukiko Amagi

Still working at her families in but is taking online courses during the off seasons. She's mostly happy where she is but is keeping her options open. Occasionally makes visits to other ryokans out of town for ideas for her families own inn, as well as an opportunity to for her to sight see.

The headband was included in her design in p4 as a like retro design thing but I find it too important of a marker of her design to remove it. I understand the why they went with the hairstyle they did for her golden epilogue but I feel it just ends up making her look way older then she is. I thought her having her hair up would be a nice change since she does it so rarely and settled on a ponytail. Tried changing the bangs but the ones she already had just felt right. I wanted her clothes to carry this kind of air of sophistication so I tried to keep them relatively simple and sleek. She's wearing pants in the winter outfit but I chose the longer coat to keep a similar skirt silhouette. The choker was largely inspired by the scarf she has in her winter outfit. Despite being a different colour the cardigan was also chosen to tie back somewhat to the sweater she wears with her school uniform.

In some side material it's mentioned that Yukiko has an interest in western fashion and aesthetics (part of what made the castle manifest the way it did) and I wanted to lean on that in some way for her metaverse design. I ended up going with a masquerade ball theme. I tried to keep the dress to something simple and easy to move in. The gloves and boots take inspiration from her persona in terms of design and size. I wanted to incorporate elements from her work kimono as well hence the ribbon around the torso and flower patterning. Probably the most unsure of this one of the metaverse designs so far. Especially the colours (considered making the reds pinks initially). Might revisit this one.

Ok that's all I have for now I'll probably do Rise's next 👍👍👍

[hornet-best-bug]

This is for the hugloid2024 event. It was kind of rushed, but we ball

Darkzone slowly slipped through the sanctum, discarding her warframe just by the stairs, sliding down the railing of one of the golden bannisters and hopping off of it before she could slam into the pole at the end. She gave the pole a disgruntled look, before slinking towards Loid. “Hey Loi” She’d given him that nickname after spending a decent amount of time with Cavia, She’d given all of them nicknames, Tagfer was Tag, Bird three was… harder to give a nickname too, and so, she had settled on something… less creative than she hoped for, Birdy. Fibonacci gained the nickname Fibo. Loid got his nickname last, It wasn’t because she hated him, quite the opposite actually, she saw him as a good friend, and they’d often have tea and relax on the sofas, She’d tell Loid of her exploits outside of helping them and tell him tales of things he’d missed albeit with pauses as she tried to collect the scattered memories she’d recovered, It was just difficult to give him a nickname that fit, and nicknames truthfully weren’t her strong suit “Hello Tenno” Loid responded, offering her the cup of tea he’d prepared, offering her a seat on the sofa by him. “How was your day Loi?”

“A few murmur attacks, but we're holding out. I found this in the back rooms before you arrived.” He gestured to a photo frame. “Albrecht took it, before everything, ahem, happened” He continued to talk, splitting off into a ramble about Albrecht. She enjoyed hearing about his day, listening intently as he rambled on about Albrecht. She sipped at the Tea he provided, it was a nice break, the mundane was pleasant, and Darkzone found herself leaning forward flighty to listen to the rather pretty man talk, his voice was smooth and although he probably thought he was good at hiding it, there was a deep sorrowful undertone to his words.

The sounds of the sanctum were drowned out as she completely devoted her attention to Loid, she looked at him a little “Albrecht sounds like a nice guy Loi. I’m sure he’s safe and sound.” She affirmed for him, handing him a tissue. He hadn’t even noticed that he had started crying. After a lot of deliberation, she pulled him into a hug, staying silent. His arms hung at his sides, before she felt them slowly and hesitantly curl around her, the man breaking down into tears, soaking her shirt with them. “You’re alright Loi, I promise. We’ll all get through this as a team. If you ever need anything me and other tenno are always going to be available” Darkzones voice had softened.

They stayed in that hug for what felt like hours, but was only really a few minutes before Loid pulled away and straightened himself out “Thank you Tenno.” was all he said, Unsure of how to go about thanking someone he really barely knew, in the end he simply offered her some more tea, the two sitting back down on opposite sofas.

[its-haughty]

i rebranded jessie’s dollhouse cuz it wasn’t working out lmao. been working on a new story for the past few days

so here are the main three, while i figure out the side characters, world building, bla bla blaa

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‘Catch Me If You Can!’

will be the name of this new story i’m cooking up. Premise goes as follows:

Jessie is a bounty that’s worth a hefty amount of cash, a million dollars to be exact (also he’s wanted by the government for some reason? Eh it’s probably nothing to look into), lots of people want the money and one of those people is Ernest: a tired gruff bounty hunter who’s gotten jaded due to time. Problem is… Jessie’s a million dollar bounty for a reason! He’s extremely difficult to catch and so for that reason, Ernest needs to build some trust with the man rather than just- trying to arrest him guns blazing.

Individual Bios below the cut

JESSIE

Male (he/him), 26, human, 5’9”, bounty

Very silly, eccentric, creative, full of a joyous whimsy

The reason how he escapes trouble?: He’s INSANELY lucky + has cartoon logic

Jessie’s magic works like none other in this universe, in a more sci-fi world with high tech advancements- Jessie’s creative mind to make objects bend at his will as if he were a cartoon character is extremely hard to fight against. He is the equivalent of road runner if road runner was in a sci-fi setting basically.

Ernest and Clover are his bestest of friends

Being on the run, he’s never made actual friends before. Either they or Jessie himself has to ditch them in order to stay away from trouble, so he’s gone under the assumption that good things don’t last forever… That’s until he met Ernest and Clover and now he’s gotten a taste of actual friends who is genuinely loves, it both makes him feel so safe but also the idea of losing them now is absolutely terrifying.

Why is he wanted by the government???

dont worry about it

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ERNEST

Male (he/him), 43, cyborg, 6’7”, bounty hunter

Gruff, tired, easygoing, solemn, has lost his way with things

Incredibly good at his job as a bounty hunter

This is because Ernest is made to BE a weapon. He works at headquarters where his boss assigns him bounties to catch to which he usually doesn’t struggle with doing… But now he’s faced with a bounty who’s powers are so unconventional, Ernest genuinely has no idea how to approach Jessie.

Ernest wasn’t always a cyborg

Before he became a cyborg, he was a musician who liked to play the guitar before a horrible accident occurred in which he had to get surgery or else he’d succumb to injury. The person who operated on him was shady as fuck and nobody knows who operated on Ernest but instead of being stitched up- the doctor had made Ernest a living weapon. While Ernest hated what his body resembled, he’d decide to give up on music and to give himself up to a career path that he’d excel at: Bounty hunting.

He’s lonely…

Of course… When building trust with the man, he gets closely attached to him and now he needs to decide whether to go against his orders/programming or to choose the more emotional decision and go against his mission in order to keep Jessie safe.

Extra..

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CLOVER

Trans Female (she/her), 12, lizardfolk, 4’1”, engineer

Standoff-ish, brave, rambunctious, witty

Why is she teaming up with Ernest and Jessie?

She knows about the bounty on Jessie’s head but doesn’t give a shit about the money. She doesn’t have the intention to capture him, instead she hangs around the two and specifically Jessie to use as a motor of transport since he’s constantly on the run.

What is she looking for?

She hopes that while traversing the city with Jessie and Ernest, she’ll find her mother since she’s been missing for some time… She never makes her true intentions clear to Ernest or Jessie, always stating that “she just wanted to escape her home-life” implying she has bad parents but it turns out she doesn’t have parents to begin with.

She’s proficient with weaponry and crafting

Clover makes all her weapons and gadgets, including her yo-yo/shield and has a big passion for making fun technology!! She learnt her skills from her mother when she was still around, the two having a shared passion of engineering

Extra..

[blue-thief]

really unorganized notes on religious symbolism, creativity vs rationality, other stuff, and bastard munchen (and a little bit of other stuff including the other teams)

if i had time i would probably find a way to link all these ideas under a proper unifying idea. unfortunately, i do not, so i'm just compiling all the stuff i've noticed here and hoping someone else will be able to write a proper analysis

michael kaiser, "michael" meaning "chosen by god", "kaiser" meaning emperor -> "michael kaiser" meaning "god's chosen emperor". "kaiser" is the german pronunciation of the latin name "caesar", used to refer to the leader of the holy roman empire

blue rose tattoo symbolizing "impossible", "non-existent" - "…it's a symbol of rebellion against God". even though it's supposed to be a symbol of rebellion against God, the roses are attached to thorns, and the thorns are attached to a crown (jesus's crown of thorns)

"T" in bastard munchen's logo resembles the crucifix

kaiser refers to kaiser impact as "execution", execution pose also resembles crucifix

german bastard munchen players have a "unified cross run"

expanding on the impossible, "let go of your ego, kunigami rensuke. become the impossible". kunigami experimented on to become the next noel noa - noel noa is the impossible. kaiser used to look up to noel noa, bears a lot of resemblance to noa (rivalry with physically unremarkable egoist from japan, rough upbringing, eyeliner, etc.)

kaiser attempts to diminish isagi's role to being a "clown", but isagi's role is also referred to as a knight/hero. either the knight slays the emperor and takes his place, or the emperor stomps out the resistance. isagi also diminishes kaiser's role by calling him a clown

isagi is "the new hero", kunigami is "the fallen hero". could possibly tie into chris prince being "the perfect hero"(?)

a lot of stuff about stages and scripts

unlike jesus, kaiser does not have loyal disciples. at best, there is ness. i think it would be really funny if ness betrays kaiser though.

ness whose creativity was stomped out in favour for science/logic as a child -> found magic again through football -> joined rational bastard munchen -> found kaiser, capable of making the impossible possible -> "I don't need your creativity"

the way creativity is handled by the other teams can also be a good point to contrast with. for example, creativity coming so naturally to the key players on fc barcha that it's hard to teach properly, creativity being something the manshine players are struggling with, etc.

expanding on the other team's links thematically:

julien loki is "god's speedster" (but the name loki also comes from the norse god, julien means son of jove)

snuffy is a messenger/angel (marc meaning mars, roman god of war. i have no clue if this was intentional but it's worth noting just in case it is). something something, snuffy + the phoenix, mick's death, giving lorenzo new life + zombie imagery... jesus' resurrection? (this might be a stretch but just in case it's not this is worth noting)

ego calls yukimiya delusional for blindly (haha [i'm sorry]) putting faith in god

noel noa initially criticizing isagi for not having a concrete plan to reach his goals, calls him irrational