#tonight is going to be interesting

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Outlook

Wolfstar, January 20, word count 692

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Remus used the code for the side door he’d been given and let himself in. He walked down the corridor, ignoring the ones branching off it and all the doors until he got to the big double door at the end. He pushed it open and was greeted by a flurry of activity as the staff set up for the evening. 

“Remus, finally, I thought you weren’t coming,” Karl scoffed as he flicked through a pile of papers in his hands. Remus checked his watch and the clock on the wall. He was bang on time. He took a steadying breath. He’d hoped Karl wouldn’t be a total twat from the get-go, but that outlook didn’t look so good. He imagined Sirius throwing peas at him all night, bouncing them off that ridiculous haircut, and he felt ready to deal with Karl.

“Am I back in the kitchen tonight?” He asked, trying to keep his tone pleasant. Karl laughed in his face. It took all of Remus’s will not to walk out right there and then. 

“No, Remus, you’ll be on champagne again. Setting up the food plates takes a certain finesse, you’re much more suited to serving,” Remus ground his teeth. His performance had been perfectly fine for all the months he’d been restocking the trays of food. He walked away from Karl before he said something to get him fired. He needed the money.

Remus set to work opening the crates of champagne and setting the bottles up for later. The guests would be arriving in an hour, and he’d start pouring just before. He laid out all the trays he and the other servers would be carrying around all night and carefully checked each glass as it went on the trays. If there were any smudges on the glasses, he’d be in for it.

He checked the clock again, ten minutes until the guest began arriving. He picked up a bottle of champagne and popped the cork, catching it in his palm and depositing it in one of the crates he’d hidden behind the table to serve as his bin. 

Remus filled the last glass with champagne. The other trays had already been taken out by the rest of the servers and his was the last one. 

“Remus, where the fuck are you?” Karl hissed as his head appeared around the door. “The guests are starting to arrive; you should be out here already!” The head disappeared, and Remus had to count to ten before he picked up his tray and walked out into the ballroom, where there wasn’t a single guest. He hated Karl. 

The ballroom doors opened a few minutes later to reveal a tall haughty woman, wrapped in a fur coat and covered in emeralds. She removed the heavy coat and threw it at one of the girls waiting to accept coats. The poor thing toppled over when it hit her in the face. 

“Clumsy oaf, don’t you dare get blood on it!” The woman spat, her nostrils flaring. 

“S-s-sorry, Ma’am,” The girl said as she quickly handed the coat to her partner and hurried into the back. She had a large gash on her forehead, probably from the heavy clasp on the coat. “I don’t know why you continue to use this sub-par agency, Orion, they are dreadful,” She told the impeccably dressed man who walked up behind her. 

“Apologies, my dear, I shall look elsewhere next time,” He placated her with a chaste kiss to the cheek and guided her further into the ballroom with his hand at the small of her back. 

“Come along, Sirius, stop dawdling!” The woman called over her shoulder. Remus’s head snapped up just as Sirius walked around the corner. Their eyes locked, and Sirius’s face broke open with his most dazzling smile. 

“Stop smiling like that, Sirius, you look like a simpleton. Come over here and prepare to greet our guests,”

“Oui, Maman,” Sirius said, his smile falling from his face as he went to stand beside his parents. He winked at Remus when his parents weren’t paying attention. Well, Remus thought, tonight was going to be interesting. 

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[the-togepi-man]

Ayo

[epiphainie]

literally makes me sick how bluntly tommy dumps buck... the "buck" at the end is so cruel. reverting to the worst version of yourself because you're confronted with your insecurities without even making that conscious choice, it coming out like instinct and breaking both hearts in the process. it's so juicy delicious gorgeous

[false-anomaly]

Trevor Hills being Pathetic Blorbo #1 and your enjoyment of him being said Pathetic Blorbo #1 just adding on to the games pre-existing meta commentary is,, so good. They made him as miserable as possible and god it really worked.

[tetzoro]

good morning and happy fridayayayayyyyy !!!! it’s pretty much the weekend and i’m supa excited (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ! i hope everyone has a good day and you find something that makes ya smile ^_^ 🤍

aren’t they sweet ( ྀི o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅ ) . . ෆ

[bigeloo]

trying to figure out my own colorways for him

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[wishchip106]

feeling sad and lonely but thats okay cause i got cherik 😻

they keeping me company in these tough times forreal 💔

[daily-rika]

Daily Rika #4

Rika works on her poker face

[backslashdelta]

they don't know how you've haunted me, so stunningly

[newtkelly]

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[scvcnofswords]

i will never force or assume ships- honestly my first goal with establishing contact between characters (including and ESPECIALLY any that mine may have romanced in-game) is just to establish some kind of bond.

Like is there a friendship there? Is there antagonism there? Is there a POTENTIAL for leadup to more, there? Or is this a platonic intimacy? Is this a sibling dynamic? Do these people genuinely care and respect for one another or do they despise one another? What sort of love is there, if any?

and honestly most of the time i will not nudge towards a ship because i'm hyper paranoid about being accused of ships being all i want. The attitude for afab ocs was uh- very different, when i first started with tumblr RP, and it's been literal years but i haven't shaken those anxieties, nor the constant fear that i'm constantly annoying or being a nuisance towards those i'm trying to befriend.

this is honestly just a psa that like- while i love ships, i love EVERY KIND of dynamic that could form between characters, and i'm down to explore any and everything. literally 2 of the most fulfilling dynamics i've formed since showing up here are the platonic soulmate relationships!

give me besties, give me contentious coworkers, give me platonic soulmates and twin flames, give me enemies, give me romantic soulmates, give me doomed loves, give me loves that somehow defeat the odds.

[steveha1rrington]

finally owning the book of bill is making so many fandom things make sense, like - why certain specific parts of the fandom have been so popular during the renaissance & i feel like my third eye has been opened -

[bjursta]

no piece of media will make me feel the same way oneshot does

[cctinsleybaxter]

I get the asexual reading for like the first 50 pages as Patrick objectifies women to a point that he thinks of them using the same language he would for a sex toy + can only masturbate to advertisements and movies + makes it very clear he views sex (and sex crimes) as a social obligation for people in positions of power. But the minute you get to the bathroom scene where he's suddenly describing luis touching him using completely different language and mentally short-circuiting it's like... this is not a subtle book

[the-kipsabian]

screenshot redraws for tonight