#Personalized hat patches

[anielskaaniela]

How to Sew a Patch on a Hat - Easy Sewing Tutorial

In this post, you will learn how to sew a patch on a hat in super easy way. Love what you see ? Support me by snagging some cool items from my shop! Every purchase helps me bring you more awesome content. Thank you! Shop Now Adding custom patches to a hat is a great way to personalize your accessories, whether it’s a baseball cap, trucker hat, or knit cap. This tutorial will guide you through…

[loderlied]

it is truly insane how greatly reducing my internet usage is making me like. realise that. oh maybe i love creating actually. remembering why the gort & zeke story is my favourite creative project. like damn idk if it’s objectively good and shit but i sure do love it actually.

[icedhockey]

can’t believe i go away for a month and sheldon keefe is the head coach of the new jersey devils

[paradife-loft]

"New Londo was sacrificed to contain the Darkwraiths" nice passive voice you've got going on there mr eru ilúvatar

[tears-that-heal]

I love boutiques and I have a nice handful of them, close by me!!!! 🥰 Recently, I made an impulse buy that I have no regrets. The small business is called “Brim Style Hat Co.” located in Abilene, Texas. They had a table inside a larger boutique, selling trucker hats that you can hot iron patches and more onto them……here’s a pic of mine. 💖

Hat Shop: Brim Style Hat Co.

Isn’t it so Kawaii??!!!! 😍 I’m just so in love with it! It really captures who I am today. I choose to genuinely give love onto others because God first loved me. His Love continues to teach me how to best love others as they are. Because He loved me as I was from my human beginnings. I’m still very much imperfect to this day. A woman who’s still learning to be the best “me” I could be for my Creator the Master Artisan; not just myself or others.

With that truth declared, it’s also an earthly reality that kindness can be viewed as a weakness. In this manner of viewing the word “kindness” it can create the image of a timid and shy individual in our minds. These people use “kindness” as a shield. Through speech of politeness or respectfulness aids them in possible avoidance of conflict with others. The spoken phrase, “I’m sorry.” may constantly spout from their mouths on the daily in desperate hopes to quickly diffuse any form of disputes towards them. In other words, usually people do this so people won’t dislike them. One of many clear forms of people pleasing. I know this manner of living all too well because it was once how I survived and lived through this life.

It was God’s Perfect Love and Acceptance for me, at that time of my life, that took me on a life changing journey into becoming the woman He originally designed me to be. A complete 360! Up to the present day, God has also taught me many healthy emotional boundaries which has equipped me to become the woman I am today. Plus, I’ve been able to keep much of my innocence and sensitivity/empathy as an adult because I know now that God purposefully, designed those characteristics into me from day one. The world tried to make me feel ashamed of those things about me because they’re viewed as weaknesses. On the flipside, God has shown me that they’re truly my greatest strengths. ❤️🥰

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Five digital drawings comparing the original crew of the Tulpar from Mouthwashing with their Anti-Tulpar versions. Each have lists of traits next to them.

First image is Curly. Regular curly is standing plainly and smiling off to the side. Anti-Curly is facing the viewer directly in a wide stance. He is wearing gloves, boots and spurs, and a hat, as well as a gun holster, and he has a cartoonish smile and "pie eyes".

Text reads:

Curly: laid back leader, prioritizes morale, friendly, non-violent, unsatisfied as captain.

Anti-Curly: follows policy closely, rules with an iron fist (+ spurs), hostile, cartoonishly violent (oops), being a captain is All He Has.

Second is Jimmy. Regular Jimmy is facing the viewer with a bored expression. Anti-Jimmy is smiling, slightly hunched in and waving with one foot raised. He's wearing soda jewelry, his clothes have green and pink patches, his hair is dyed and in a ponytail, and he has slash scars across his face and is missing his middle finger.

Text reads:

Jimmy: Plain, not very expressive, deeply insecure, quiet, silver-tongued, short-sighted, doesn't consider consequences.

Anti-Jimmy: Expressive + accessorizes, secure in his identity, Loud, struggles in conversation, overthinker + hates to cause harm.

Third is Anya. Regular Anya smiles softly with one hand over her chest. Anti-Anya glares at the viewer, slouching with one hand on her hip. She has glasses, a ponytail, a black turtleneck, and is wearing crocs.

Text reads:

Anya: Tries to see the best in people, Fawn response, Stubborn and hardworking, Cares about health and safety, kind.

Anti-Anya: cynical, fight response, gives up easily, careless, cruel.

Fourth is Daisuke. Regular Daisuke has one hand in his pocket, the other waving as he smiles. Anti-Daisuke is partially hunched with his hands clasped anxiously. His hair is plain and he's wearing a burgundy cardigan and white vans.

Text reads:

Daisuke: Outgoing, Directionless, Helpful, Yapper, People Pleaser.

Anti-Daisuke: Reserved, Driven, Doesn't like being asked to help, hates small talk, spiteful.

Last is Swansea. Regular Swansea is frowning to the side with his hands on his hips. Anti-Swansea smiles with a hand behind his head. He's wearing suspenders, work boots, has leather patches on his knees, and rosy cheeks.

Text reads:

Swansea: Just keeps saying shit, teaches through his experience, rough around the edges, knows he's not a good person, gets groovy when drunk.

Anti-Swansea: man of few words, "fuck around and find out" teaching style, sweet exterior, thinks he's a good person, gets wallowy when drunk.

end ID]

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THE ANTI-TULPAR CREW ARRIVES!! hopefully they were worth the wait uwu

idk exactly how most other anti-aus work, but to gather my general thoughts together, basically i'm flipping several Core Traits (the lists in the pics are by no means comprehensive, just enough to get a vibe) to flip their personalities. this ends up flipping their dynamics quite a bit as well, ofc. anti-curly is a very.... Dramatic antagonist. the setting, however, stays the same. i'm not flipping pony express or anything like that, it wouldn't be as interesting to me to change Everything. i mostly made this au to play around with character designs and swapped dynamics and stuff and to see how things would go if the people were different while their circumstances aren't.

also. it turns out when you take a generally shitty person and make someone who is the Opposite of those things, you get someone generally pretty pleasant.

So Expect More Anti-Jimmy AJSHDADJHKASJHKD

[clockwayswrites]

Birds can sulk too Part 37

masterpost no editing or concrit plese. I am sick. go ow. I know there are mistakes. birb is my who gives a fuck post it series

Bruce spun his chair around to watch Jason and Roy basically limp off Jason’s motorcycle. “Rough mission?”

“Wasn't supposed to be, but sure as fuck was!” Roy said with an amusing level of cheerfulness for how exhausted he obviously was.

“Well, I can offer to make you both roast beef sandwiches from dinner’s leftovers,” Bruce offered as he stood. “There’s even some potato chips in the house right now if you can believe it.”

“Sacrilege,” Jason muttered through a yawn. “Add some apple slices to the plate and you got a deal, old man.”

Bruce let himself smile. “Go clean up and patch up. I’ll have things ready in the kitchen by the time you’re done.”

“Shower! That sounds like a really, really nice idea,” Roy said and started right that way. “Hot water, my beloved, come to me!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Jason asked as he followed.

Bruce shook his head with an amused little chuckle as he spun back around to let Oracle know that he would be off comms. Luckily it was a slow night, so there’d be no issue with him stepping away even with a more limited set of Bats out on the streets.

He rolled his wrists as he took the elevator up, working out the ache in them. He’d not been kind to his body over the years, and his body liked to let him know it. Simple range of motion exercise while in a car, or elevator, or line helped soothe more than they should. He was grateful for every bit of relief.

As he entered the kitchen, he flicked on Alfred’s radio down on low. The soft jazz filled the room, and Bruce hummed along as he pulled out the ingredients. British mustard for Jason, but yellow for Roy. A bit more mayo for Roy and pickles on Jason’s. Neither would want lettuce, not for this type of sandwich.

Bruce was munching on a slice of apple when the boys came into the kitchen, hair still dripping and dressed in sweats. He poured Jason a glass of milk and set it by his plate.

“Thanks,” Jason said and took a long drink.

“And thanks for looking after Lian,” Roy said around a mouthful of bread and roast beef.

“Always,” Bruce said. “You know that I love having her here.”

“Still, thanks. She is a toddler and I know she’s a lot,” Roy said. “No problems?”

“We had a very exciting afternoon in the garden looking insects. And yes, I made sure she wore a hat and sunscreen. She had a little fuss after we came in, but I think she was just a bit overly tired,” ,” Bruce said. He gave a moment of debate before adding, “I actually would say Danny had the worst day in the house.”

Roy set his sandwich down and sat up, safe apologetic. “Oh, shit, is he not a kid person? Did Lian pull out his feathers or something?”

Jason was frowning, brow all furrowed.

Bruce shoo his head. “By all signs he loves kids. No, he felt that he had to stay away from Lian, out of respect of Jason’s wishes.”

Roy turned slowly to look at Jason, his disapproval clear in the slant of his mouth. “Jason?”

“I didn’t—that wasn’t—” Jason made a noise of frustration. He ran is hand roughly through his hair. “I just didn’t want him alone with Lian.”

“Jason.” Roy said again.

“He’s a stranger! And a dangerous stranger at that! I don’t see what’s so wrong about wanting some supervision,” Jason said.

“You trust him around your siblings,” Roy pointed out.

“My siblings know kung-fu,” Jason argued back.

“Right. And why is Danny dangerous?”

“Because he turned into a giant otherworldly bird,” Jason practically hissed.

Roy crossed his arms. “So, you’re saying he’s dangerous because he’s a meta.”

It was like the words brought Jason to a halt so quickly that he had to rear back. “What?”

“Because of what he can shape shift into, he’s dangerous. That’s what you’re saying,” Roy said. “Wow. I didn’t think I was dating a bigot.”

“I’m not—come on, you know I’m not!” Jason almost shouted before he remembered himself and lowered his volume. “It’s about the fact that he could take on Ivy’s plants in that form! And he took on a whole group of the Mad Hatter’s goons with just his wings out. He’s obviously both skilled and strong—at least when he’s got bird bits. And he’s a genius! Smart, skilled, and strong is a dangerous combination.”

“I think Roy’s very good point,” Bruce said softly, “is that the way you were saying it, that’s not how it sounded. None of us think you have any issues with meta, of course not, but just like Danny is still an unknown to you, you are to him. He doesn’t know that. I think that what Danny heard is that because he’s a meta, you were afraid of him being near Lian.”

The fight left Jason in a rush. “…oh. I…”

“The wings—these changes he’s going through—it scares Danny,” Bruce explained. “And because he’s scared of himself right now, of course he’s going to think you’re scared of him for the same reasons, not because of the fact that he can fight.”

Jason rubbed at his face. “Shit. I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Well, we’re good at that,” Roy said before he leaned over and kissed Jason’s cheek. “But I really do know you’re not a bigot. I wouldn’t actually think that for a second, but I knew it would get your head out of your ass if I called you one.”

“Thanks, I needed the help I guess,” Jason said with a sigh. He glanced over at Bruce. “Do you think Danny will give me the chance to apologize?”

“I think that Danny is the type of person to be far too forgiving,” Bruce said honestly. “And in this case, I think that if you explain things, he’ll even understand.”

[bougiechloe]

40+ MUST-HAVE Mods for Cozy Gameplay in The Sims 4 (Autumn Edition)

Here is a list of 40+ must-have mods for cozy gameplay in The Sims 4 that will help you create the perfect autumn aesthetic. I showcased each of the mods mentioned below. You can watch it here.🍷

COZY MORNING ROUTINE

Make the Bed by Utopya

Laundry Service by Andirz

The Sims Daily by Ravasheen

Sunrise Alarm Clock by Lot 51

Brand New Sheets by Llazyneiph

WEATHER MODS

Mini Weather Controller by Lot 51

Sul Sul Weather App by Littlemssam

Automatic Thermostat by Littlemssam

OUTDOOR MODS

Seed Wagon by Icemunmun

Nature Walk for Everyone by Sims4Me

Im-Peck-Able Bird Houses by Ravasheen

Harvestable Aromatic Plants by Around the Sims 4

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Tea Lover by KiaraSims4Mods

Coffee Lover by KiaraSims4Mods

Master Baker by KiaraSims4Mods

Knitting Lover by KiaraSims4Mods

Fireplace Lover by KiaraSims4Mods

Homebody Preferences by SimwithShan

SMALL MODS

Functional Broom by MizoreYukii

SulSul Skill Builder by MizoreYukii

Llamazon Marketplace by Ravasheen

Remove Hats & More Indoors by MizoreYukii

Tabletop Pumpkin Carving Mats by Ravasheen

OVERRIDES

Natural Knitting by PandoraSimBox

Remove Shoes Animation by Thepancake1 x MizoreYukii

APPLIANCES

Air Fryer by Icemunmun

Soup Maker by Icemunmun

Fall Food Stall by Icemunmun

FOOD MODS

Pies by Somik and Severinka

Pumpkin Punch by Icemunmun

Season of Soups by Icemunmun

Fall Flavored Donuts by Icemunmun

Autumn Set by Somik and Severinka

Turkey & Vegetables by Somik and Severinka

LOT TRAITS & EVENTS

Nectary Lot Trait by KiaraSims4Mods 

Pumpkin Patch Lot Trait by SimwithShan

Harvestfest Party Event by KiaraSims4Mods

DECOR

Fall Vibes by Soloryia 

Evelyn Decor by Soloryia 

Squash Goals Fall Decor by Ravasheen

Pumpkin Spice Collection by Bbygal123

PINTEREST BOARD

Autumn Decor Recommendations

Thank you to the creators! ♡

[anielskaaniela]

How to Make DIY Patches for Hats -Easy 5 Steps

In this post, you will learn how to make DIY patches at home. Love what you see ? Support me by snagging some cool items from my shop! Every purchase helps me bring you more awesome content. Thank you! Shop Now Creating your own custom DIY patches is a fun and creative way to add a personalized touch to your clothing, hats, or accessories. Whether you’re looking to make unique patches for a…

[moonstruckme]

could i request poly!wolfstar or poly!jily where they’re pursuing reader and reader accidentally matches with them (like matching costumes) at a halloween party?

i think the teasing and flirting would be so cute!! 🥰

Thanks for requesting!

cw: mention of alcohol, smoking, Sirius makes lame and humorously objectifying jokes

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

You arrive to the party late, the Gryffindor common room already bustling by the time you and your friends have finished doing your last-minute costume alterations. There are glowing pumpkins floating on the ceiling, someone has charmed the room so that a thick layer of fog drifts along the floor, and the air already smells slightly of booze and cigarette smoke. 

You lose Lily’s attention immediately, but that’s to be expected. You’re more than accustomed by now to her searching for her boyfriend whenever you enter a room. What’s unexpected, however, is her reaction when she finds him.

“Uh oh.” 

“Uh oh?” You look at her, following her gaze to the couch across the room. “Oh. Oh, no.” 

Lily laughs. “It sort of seems like fate, doesn’t it? I think it’s sweet.” 

Sitting on their usual couch are the marauders. James, predictably, is wearing a costume matching Lily’s; they’ve both come as cowboys. Unfortunately, Sirius and Remus are sitting next to him dressed as pirates. 

You’re also dressed as a pirate. 

“It’s not sweet,” you moan. “If I go back up, do you think Marlene will make me some of her fake blood? I can change and be a vampire instead.” 

Lily hums. “Think it’s too late for that, babe.” 

She’s looking back towards the couch, where the boys have already caught sight of the pair of you. Sirius is beaming something atrocious, and even Remus looks amused while his boyfriend waves you over exuberantly. 

Lily takes your hand in hers, tugging you with her as she goes to them. 

“Howdy, darlin’.” James puts on an exaggerated southern drawl as you approach, opening his arms to his girlfriend. 

“My, my,” says Sirius as you sit between him and Lily, “don’t you look nice.” 

You ignore the warmth that brings to your face. “The point wasn’t really to look nice.” 

Your costume is thrown together from things you already had, the only thing that really distinguishes you as a pirate being the bandana you’ve tied around your head. Remus appears to have gone a similar route, although the white shirt he’s tucked into his pants looks a bit more on-theme than yours and he’s clearly been forced to wear an eye patch which is currently flipped up so that it’s not covering anything. Sirius, of course, does nothing halfway. He’s wearing a billowy black top that’s been unbuttoned nearly to his navel, more belts and buckles than you knew one person could have, and a captain’s hat he surely bought just for the occasion. Altogether, you make a fairly fearsome group. 

“Not sure you can help it, gorgeous.” Sirius winks at you. “You always look nice. Did you plant a spy to find out what you needed to wear to match us, then?” 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “I should probably be asking you that.” 

“Must’ve just been fate,” Sirius says. It’s so close to what Lily said that your cheeks blaze, but you also don’t know if you quite believe him. Remus, too, turns to give his boyfriend a questioning look. 

Sirius catches it and scoffs, holding up his hands. “I didn’t! Honestly.” 

Remus nods, appeased. In a less booming voice than his boyfriend’s, he tells you, “You do look very nice.” 

“Thanks.” You catch yourself fingering the ends of your hair like a nervous schoolgirl and tuck your hands underneath your thighs. “So do both of you.” 

Sirius grins knowingly, and you have to fight the urge to shove your face into Lily’s shoulder for refuge. He knows as well as you do that for all of his brazen flirting, it’s Remus’ quiet sincerity that flusters you the most. You’re not sure when it started, exactly, but it’s been clear for some time now that both boys are interested in you. You’re not sure in what capacity—they could want to take you to bed for one night, integrate you into their relationship, or anything in between—but as of yet you’ve neither encouraged nor discouraged their advances. 

“Thanks, dollface.” Sirius gives a winsome crack of a smile. “You know, I’ve already acquired some booty, but I wouldn’t mind winning some more.” 

“Sirius…” Remus groans.

You feel your eyebrows pinch. “Some what?” 

“You know, like pirate’s loot? My booty.” Sirius sidles closer to Remus, giving his thigh a solid pat. 

Remus’ eyes narrow. “I will leave you here and go back upstairs right now.” It sounds as though this is not the first time this has been threatened. 

“I worked hard for it!” Sirius defends himself. 

You cover your mouth against an appalled giggle. “It?” 

“I toiled, and I fought, and I had to battle many other fearsome ships! It’s mine.” 

“Remus,” you stage whisper, “blink twice if you need help.” 

Remus’ smile blooms, but when he starts to blink Sirius objects, “Oi!” 

“No,” you correct him, “you’re supposed to say ‘arr.’”

Sirius is grinning again, too, clearly chuffed that you’re joking around with them even if it is at his expense. “If I say ‘arr,’ you’ll agree to be my second booty for the rest of the night?” 

“I won’t make any promises. But it would be persuasive.” 

He growls enthusiastically, “Arrrrgh!” and slams his fist down on the table. The sound it makes is enough to tear James and Lily’s attention away from each other. 

“Merlin,” says James. “Did’ya hurt yourself there, Pads?” 

“No,” Sirius replies, but he gives his hand a little shake. 

Remus, rolling his eyes, takes it and kisses the side. He brings it into his lap for safekeeping. Your heart gives a painful little throb. 

You must have some stupid lovestruck look on your face, because Lily peers around James to see you better, a smile playing on her lips. She knows about your crushes on the two boys, just as well as she knows that you haven’t decided what to do about them yet. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to help you along. 

“Come on,” she says to James, standing and taking him with her. “Let’s dance, and I’ll let you pretend to lasso me.” 

James beams. “Yes!” 

You watch them go while Sirius seizes the opportunity to move to your other side, the three of you taking up the entirety of the couch. 

“Phew,” he sighs, swinging his feet over the armrest. 

“You may want to take your legs out of the fog,” Remus suggests, also using the new space to bring his feet onto the couch. “It gets sticky after a while.” 

You frown but do as he says, pulling your feet from your shoes so that only your socks are on the couch. And sure enough, when you touch a finger to your ankle it feels like there’s an odd sort of coating over it. 

“I thought it was just fog,” you say. 

“It was supposed to be,” agrees Sirius, “but James entrusted the task of making it to Marlene, and there are some who think she might’ve laced it with some sort of drink.” 

“I’m some,” Remus owns. 

You smile. “So is the point that you should be able to…drink the fog?”

“No clue.” Sirius leans over the edge of the couch. “Let’s find out.” 

“Sirius, no,” Remus says weakly, trailing off when it’s clear the other boy won’t be deterred. You both watch as he sucks in what fog he can, closing his mouth around it. “That’s disgusting, everyone’s been walking around in it.” 

“I think it might be brandy,” Sirius muses. “It’s faint, though.” 

Remus frowns. “I’m not kissing you until you brush your teeth.” 

Sirius grins. “Yes, you are.” 

“We’ll see, won’t we?” 

“Wouldn’t you rather just get your own drink?” you ask Sirius. “Rather than sampling the faint traces of brandy that have been touched by other people’s shoes, I mean.” 

“Oh, rest assured, gorgeous, I’m all covered.” Sirius picks a cup up from the table. He seems to notice at the same moment that you don’t have a cup of your own. “Would you like one, though?” 

You glance to the table cluttered with alcohol and mixers, a throng of students clustered around it. “I’ll get one in a bit.” 

“Let me.” Sirius stands. He edges around the table, stopping to pinch your chin affectionately and give his boyfriend a kiss. “Rem, my love, keep her company, would you?” 

“You don’t have to,” you object. “I can get it.” 

“No, don’t be ridiculous. A pirate has to take care of his booty, hasn’t he?” 

“I never agreed to that!” you call after him. In a quieter voice, you add, “And I don’t think that’s how the relationship between a pirate and their booty works.” 

“Let him go,” Remus advises you. You startle a bit when his hand finds your knee, resting there in fond commiseration. “If he’s going to degrade us like this, he can at least bring us drinks.” 

You feel your lips tilt. “Are you really going to let him call you his booty all night?” 

“Probably.” Remus shrugs, his eyes finding his boyfriend across the room. “Anyway, it’s nice not to be alone in it. As far as he’s concerned, you’re already his as well.”

[meltedpenguincc]

CHILDHOOD ATHLETICS CC PACK

A sporty themed cc pack for child sims!

There are 12 different mascot themes across 6 different sports you'd typically see in an American school including: Cheerleading, Football, Basketball, Baseball, Soccer and P.E. . Your child sims can also show their school spirit with a hoodie or graduation themed shirt. If you're not into the colorful themes, there are also 7 plain swatches across all of the school mascot themed items. Some of these items also have some real life famous teams on them!

There are 2 non school sports included: Tennis and Ballet. For the tennis outfits, you'll find swatches with patches on them but also plenty of plain swatches for a more casual look. Some sweatpants, hoodies, jackets, and shorts are also included, perfect for jogging or a sporty lounge outfit.

Hope you enjoy it! This is my first pack. I did playtest it, but if something is wrong please let me know preferably here on Patreon.

DOWNLOAD PATREON (FREE, subscription optional)

BGC

24 tops (some are just tucked versions)

12 Bottoms

1 Dress

Accessories: 1 hat, 2 pairs of socks, and 3 shoes, and 2 leggings. (hat and 1 socks go with school theme)

All LODS with Custom thumbnails.

OTHER CC CLOTHING ITEMS USED IN PREVIEWS

Skinny Jeans are from AdrienPastel

Ripped Wide leg Jeans and Skirt are from AxA 2023 Collab

Some hairs are from YoonieSim, the others I'm not sure but I didn't make them. Some are conversions that I made for personal use.

Jean shorts are from Growing Together

@alwaysfreecc @maxismatchccworld @sssvitlanz

[ari-ana-bel-la]

What about Pierre having this bad haircut because it was his little girl doing it. And because he loves her so much, he wore it proudly everywhere.

Papa’s Haircut

The 2025 season kicked off with a buzz—quite literally—when Pierre walked into the Jeddah paddock on media day, baseball cap in hand and a brand new haircut on full display.

Well, if one could call it a “haircut.”

It was uneven. Patches too short on the side, a strangely long tuft at the back, and a slightly lopsided front that looked like someone had tried to shape a heart and then gotten distracted halfway through. And the cherry on top? Pierre was beaming like a proud man on his wedding day.

“Mate,” Lando said the moment he saw him, eyes wide, “what the hell happened to your head?”

Pierre turned toward him with a radiant smile. “My daughter did it.”

Lando blinked. “Your… daughter? Yn?”

Pierre nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes! She wanted to be my ‘personal coiffeuse,’ and who am I to deny her dreams?”

From behind, Charles nearly choked on his drink. “You let a five-year-old give you a buzz cut?”

“She’s five and a half, actually,” Pierre corrected, “and she took it very seriously. She even asked for a towel and said, ‘Papa, you must sit very still or I’ll make you bald like Uncle Seb.’”

At that, George burst out laughing. “Poor Seb. Man’s retired and still catching strays.”

“Respectfully, you do look like you lost a bet,” Carlos chimed in as he approached, adjusting his sunglasses. “Was this filmed? Please tell me this was filmed.”

“It was,” Pierre said proudly, pulling out his phone. “Kika was on camera duty. Wait—look at this part—this is where Yn says, ‘Oops, I think the wind moved your hair.’” He pressed play.

On screen, little Yn stood on a kitchen stool, holding an electric clipper nearly the size of her arm. Her tiny brows furrowed in concentration as she buzzed a line up the back of Pierre’s head.

“Oops,” she whispered.

Kika, off-camera: “What do you mean, ‘oops’?”

Yn: “Nothing, Maman, it’s just… art is complicated.”

The group around Pierre dissolved into laughter.

“Art is complicated,” Max repeated with a smirk, crossing his arms. “She’s going to be unstoppable.”

“You’re a good sport, man,” Oscar added, shaking his head. “I don’t know if I could show up to a race looking like that.”

“Because you don’t have kids yet,” Pierre said, tapping a finger against Oscar’s chest. “When you do, and your little girl climbs into your lap with her plastic scissors and says, ‘Papa, I wanna make you pretty,’ you’ll let her do anything.”

He paused.

“Well, maybe not anything. But… hair grows back. And look at this face—” he pulled up another picture of Yn, this one with her clutching a handful of Pierre’s fallen hair with glee. “Tell me that smile isn’t worth it.”

Charles leaned over to look. “Okay, yeah, that’s a dangerous level of cute.”

“She looks exactly like you,” George added. “Like… scarily identical. Mini Pierre.”

“I know,” Pierre said softly. “Same eyes. Same smile. Same chaos energy. Kika says she’s me with glitter and pink socks.”

“And what does Kika think of the haircut?” asked Lando.

Pierre snorted. “She was horrified. But she laughed so hard, she couldn’t even be mad. Said it was a small price to pay for family bonding. Then made me promise to wear a hat on the grid walk.”

“Are you going to?” Oscar asked.

“Nope.”

That earned another round of laughter.

“Of course not,” Max said, grinning. “He’s too proud.”

“Damn right I am. I might start a trend,” Pierre declared. “Buzz cuts by children. All the rage in Milan next season.”

Charles fake-sneered. “You can keep that to yourself, mon ami.”

They were still teasing him later in the driver’s meeting. When the team officials handed out strategy folders, Pierre placed his phone on the table like a proud dad at a PTA meeting, showing off photos of Yn and the makeshift salon she’d set up in the kitchen with a towel cape and a Hello Kitty comb.

“I even gave her a tip,” he told the group. “Two scoops of gelato.”

“She undercharged you,” Lando muttered. “This haircut’s gonna haunt you in every interview.”

Pierre shrugged. “Let them ask. I’ll tell them: ‘My daughter made me look like this. What’s your excuse?’”

Max held out a fist. “Fair play, man. You win this round.”

Pierre bumped it. “Always.”

The next morning, he FaceTimed Yn before heading to the track. She answered from Nonna’s kitchen, surrounded by markers, glitter glue, and what looked like a Barbie head with a similarly questionable haircut.

“Bonjour, Papa!” she chirped, waving.

“Bonjour, ma chérie. You’re up early.”

“I made pancakes with Nonna! And then I gave Barbie a makeover like you.”

Pierre smiled. “She looks… fantastic.”

“Do you still have your haircut?”

“Of course,” he said, turning his head so she could see all the uneven angles. “Still just the way you did it.”

Yn squealed. “Yay! Did everyone love it?”

“They did,” he said. “Everyone laughed a lot.”

“Good!” She paused, growing very serious. “Do you think you’ll win the race because of my haircut?”

He laughed. “I think I might.”

“You better,” she said firmly. “Because it’s lucky hair.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And if you win, I want a unicorn.”

“A real one?”

She tapped her chin. “No, just the toy. But with sparkles.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

As the call ended, Pierre slipped the phone into his pocket and looked at himself in the mirror one last time. The haircut was ridiculous, sure. But the love behind it? That was real. That was everything.

He grinned—crooked hairline and all—and headed to the garage with his daughter’s voice still ringing in his ears:

“Lucky hair, Papa!”

And maybe, just maybe, it would be.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!

-💚🐍

[leyavo]

| Symbiosis | 4

Summary: Bug and Roach find themselves in the Captain’s office after a physical altercation. (Harassment)

PART 4 of 🐞 previous parts > [Bug masterlist]

Men, they loved to talk shit. Especially in the military, saying the most misogynistic shit and brushing it off as a joke. Half the time when it was directed at you, you’d ignore it. The other half? Ask them if they’d ever been loved by their mother, because they’re obviously lacking in something.

You didn’t get a chance to react to the latest shit this guy was spewing though. A blurred figure appeared out of nowhere, shoving the guy against the nearest surface, a truck.

Thick with dirt, the guys face pressed into the mud, but no matter how hard he thrashed against the other’s hold he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Roach! What the fuck,” you gasped. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence, too focused on the guy in front of him.

One simple word, “apologise,” Roach snarled, his eyes softened as he glanced back to you. He’s not in his usual tactical gear, a navy pair of jeans and a black hoody draped over his shoulders, Roach printed across his upper back. The grey mask looks off without his goggles and helmet, you have to do a double take. The guy obviously didn’t recognise him, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so brave.

He’s not one for words, rarely speaks to you or the task force, but when he does it matters.

“What’s going on ‘ere.”

You tense at the firm, deep voice at your back. Lieutenant Riley living up to his call-sign, ghost. The only way he’ll announce his arrival is if he wants to be heard. You don’t get a choice.

There’s something off-putting about him, you’re still trying to figure him out. Lieutenant Riley you understand, Ghost and whatever personality he has as a civy you have no idea.

Ghost pries Roach off the guy, but he doesn’t let him scurry away. No, the lieutenant grabs him by the scruff of his shirt and gives him the once over.

“Sergeant Haines,” Ghost reads the patch out loud, brown eyes flitting to Haines and then you. He lets go of his shirt, patting the creased fabric from his grasp. More of a slap in warning. “137, huh? Captain Reynar will be waiting for you. Now go.”

You’re still staring at Roach, wondering what exactly he heard or how much. He won’t glance your way though, no he’s watching Haines retreat. Face hidden, no tells to inform you of what he’s feeling other than anger.

“Come on you two,” Ghost barks, nudging his head to the main building. You don’t protest, just fall in line with him and Roach.

The pounding in your head increases with each step you take. You just want to run off to your room and stay there till you forget the whole thing. Hopefully Roach will keep his mouth shut.

You catch up with Roach, tugging his arm. “I can look after myself, don’t need you…” you muttered under your breath, head dipping as Ghost glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Save it for the Captain.”

Fuck, the captain. You don’t want this to drag out, don’t want to repeat the words Haines said to you about them. If Roach hadn’t got involved, you’d have easily got on with your work and tried to dodge Haines around base. Now you’ll be forced to say something you’re not comfortable saying to them.

You follow them through the building, down the narrow corridors. Bodies parting like the Red Sea as soon as they spot Ghost walking in their direction. He knocks on the Captain’s door, making you both stand outside whilst he gives John a heads up of what’s going on.

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“Why is it, that you two are in my office two days in a row?” The captain says, leaning back in his chair and scratching his moustache. It’s rare to see him without a hat, short clipped hair brushed back.

In your defence yesterday was unlucky, a faulty flash bang going off in the armoury and the two of you were at the scene. Your eyes still stung and head throbbed from the aftermath.

“Sexual harassment, Captain.” Roach said, quick and to the point as if he’d been asked the time.

“Oh, now you talk.”

“Bug,” ghost interjected, he’s leaning on the edge of the desk like a scary gargoyle leering over a church. His arms folded over his chest, gaze fixed on Roach who’s glaring back at him.

The Captain stares at you though, of course you’re the newest recruit. Must be your fault. And it’s very out of character for Roach to lash out.

You’d never seen Roach lose it so quickly. His frame still trembling with rage as he sat in the chair, back straight and fists balled up on his knees. Even during an op he hadn’t displayed this much rage. Maybe before you joined the 141, but you’d never witnessed it till now.

“He didn’t touch me, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Well Roach didn’t give him a chance to, twisted the guys arm before he could and slammed him against the side of the nearest truck.

Not that it would have gone that far, you’re good at ignoring and walking away from those pricks. Capable of standing up for yourself too, without Roach’s help.

Price sighs, glancing between you and Roach. “So what happened then?”

You really didn’t want to do this, either way you don’t win. If it’s not you telling them, it’ll be Roach.

“He said I only got on the task force so you could all pass me around,” you mumbled, embarrassed to say it out loud to your captain and lieutenant. You’d heard a lot worse about yourself and others, advised by other women to ignore it and silence them by climbing the ranks. Warned to never date someone in the same line of work.

And you’d climbed the ranks, joined the task force. Your hard work still getting overlooked by the simple fact of being a woman. There’s no way you got it alone, must have done favours for men in high places (which you did not). It made you sick.

Just saying it out loud made you feel like an object, dirty and used. A tiny part in the deepest pit of your mind hoping they don’t laugh it off and tell you to toughen up, hand on your thigh.

Silence. You rose from your chair, if you’re moving they won’t try it. Brush it off before they can.

“It isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Roach just needs to grow thicker skin, Captain.” The same thing you were told when you complained to your superiors when it happened the first, second and third time. You didn’t bother trying to report them after. Knowing the only person in your corner was you.

“I’ll talk to his C.O,” the captain said, clicking away at his keyboard. No doubt, compiling a useless report. You don’t know why he’d waste his time.

If anything Haines would get a slap on the wrist and a warning, but you. You’d be labeled too sensitive and emotional, not fit for the military. What are you going to do if you’re getting interrogated? That question always thrown at you.

You scoffed, “What so they can have a laugh? Pass the joke around like you all pass…”

“Bug!” Roach snapped, you’d never heard him yell. His chair tipping over as he stood up. The clang of metal making you back up a couple steps.

As calm as ever, Ghost placed a hand on Roach’s shoulder and steadied him.

If anything it should be you raging, not him, but you’re tired of letting the opinions of others control you so much. What’s your anger going to do? Other than tear yourself apart. No you’ll just push it down and deal with it when you get back home.

“Why don’t you go cool off, Roach.”

Ghost is on his feet, “I got it,” he says over his shoulder as he goes after Roach. He closes the door behind him, the sound bothering you more than it should. Just the thought of being alone with the Captain setting you on edge.

The Captain points to the sofa, he’s rounding the desk and coming for you, but you return to the uncomfortable metal chair you were seated in before.

He doesn’t question it though, just sits on the sofa as you turn the chair to face him.

You cross your arms over your chest and slouch in your seat. “I’m not emotional,” you mumbled, staring down at your scuffed boots.

“I didn’t say you were.” He’s quick to reply, brow raised at your words.

“I know how this goes.”

“How does it go, Bug?” He shifts on the edge of the sofa, leather creaking with his movements. His hands clasped together in his lap. Head tilting in attempt to meet your gaze, but you’re looking at his fingers twitching.

“You tell me I’m being sensitive, that I shouldn’t report it. There’s no need to ruin a good man’s career and reputation. What else do you want me to do?” Your heart hammering in your chest, hoping the Captain doesn’t ask something of you. Hoping he won’t give you some boring task like cleaning the rec room and saying how you’ll be able to think whilst you do it.

“I want you to help me fill out a report.” And right on time, the ancient printer spits out a piece of paper. He plucks it off the filing cabinet beside him and offers it to you.

You scan the black text, the paper still warm between your grasp. “I don’t…”

“Task force 141 and I, do not take any type of harassment lightly. We’d never treat you like that, ever Bug. You hear me?”

You nod, unable to find the words.

“I’m angry, but not at you Bug.”

[Next Part]

[comicaurora]

Hi, Red. I'm hoping you can put on your writing advice hat for a second. I've tried to write stories several times and think I'm pretty good at outlining plots. But the wall I always hit is that when I try to write the character's dialogue they all sound the same, ie they talk exactly the same way I do. At which point I give up. Any suggestions?

Ah, character voice! A tricky blend of strategy and ✨vibes✨ goes into picking one, but mostly they can be drawn cleanly from the underpinnings of the character themself.

Narrowing in on a character voice can be helped initially with some basic brute-force Q&A:

How polite/formal is this character? Would they pick their words carefully to avoid offense? Do they use honorifics or nicknames? Are they impulsive and often thoughtless, saying things in clumsy, unpolished ways that might offend? Do they aim to offend?

How confident is this character? Do they stutter, do they pepper in "um" and "ah"? Do they always know how the sentence will end before they start it? Do they turn statements into questions or vice versa? Are they guileless and open? Guarded and wary? What, if anything, makes them shut down?

What does this character prioritize? An explainer wants their audience to understand exactly what they're going for, so their dialogue will be clarifying and perhaps a bit long. A character who doesn't care what anyone believes might not be willing to waste time explaining themself. A character who cares more about everyone getting along might spend their dialogue defusing arguments or placating emotional rough patches; a character looking for a fight might aim to create those rough patches.

How silly is this little guy? Some characters will spot opportunities for levity and go for it. Some characters can't help themselves and will turn everything into a gag. Some will recognize a joke and pointedly ignore it until everyone gets back on track. Some have no sense of humor. All of this will determine what kinds of lines they will and won't say.

How emphatic are they? Some characters would never dream of using an exclamation point. Some couldn't end a sentence with anything else.

What's their frame of reference? One person's normal is another person's incomprehensible. A character totally at home in a certain environment or situation will carry themself through it very differently than someone who's out of their depth.

How insightful are they? Are they profoundly introspective or are they holding the door shut on their collapsing tupperware stack of emotional issues? If someone else is in distress, can they find a way to help, or do they maybe get frustrated at their inability to do so? Can they glean what's bothering someone or do they need to be told? What kind of things are obvious to them, and what flies over their head?

And etcetera. There's tons of questions you could add here, but they're just to get a gist. A character voice is genuinely less about tone and accent and whether or not they use contractions and more about, like. Would They Fuckin Say That. Everything else is icing as far as I'm concerned.

[secretlysimpash]

a quick omegaverse Ghost x Fem Reader thing

!!! MDNI !!!

warning(s): reader uses she/her, typical A/B/O shit (knotting, scents, marking, slick, mention of pups), mates at first sight (or at first scent, ig), slight breeding kink if you squint, slight poly or shared mate at the end of you really squint

pt. 2

pt. 3

Imagine being the pretty little omega who follows Laswell around whenever she visits 141's base, or pack house, or whatever it is they have. You're the assistant to the beta, usually wearing a scent blocking patch over your glands for these visits. Its advised by Laswell, even if the patches are itchy.

Laswell's on base for a meeting today, one with the General, a Commander, and her long-time friend Captain Price (or "John", as she always refers to him). You were advised, or warned, to stay in the car or the surrounding area by the base. Do not enter. You...Make the executive decision to ignore that order and begin wandering the halls of the base, staying far from the meeting room...Patch-less.

The base is empty anyway...Why would she tell you to wait outside? But you quickly realize why when a rutting Ghost picks up on your scent, blood in the water. Suddenly, you're being herded into his quarters and he's shoving his face against your scent gland, inhaling like he needs your scent to survive. This man is all animalistic growls and rough touches as he moves you to his bed.

Your inner omega stirs awake, responding to this absolute beast of an alpha. The scent that's usually hidden behind the patch fills the room, mixing with his own woodsy, leathery scent. You whine when his tongue darts out to taste you, and he responds with a raspy voice.

"Omega...Mine..."

Slick forms between your legs from those words alone.

He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, binding you two as mates.

. . .

Hours pass during that meeting. When Laswell can't find you in the car or the town after its over, she blows your phone up with texts and calls. About a half hour of looking, and you still don't turn up. Before she can call in a missing persons report or something, John texts her, tells her he found you. He warns that she should give you a moment.

Laswell, just wanting to know what happened to her assistant, is having none of this "oh just wait for a little bit longer" nonsense. She barrels into the base, seeing John standing outside of a door. She can't pick up on scents, but it might be the reason for the troubled look on his face. His hat is off, and his hair looks like he's been tugging on it.

Before he can stop her from entering the room, she throws the door open and is met with...One hell of a sight.

You, being held close to Ghost's chest. He's completely bare, and your clothes are in shreds on the floor. There's marks all along your neck...But you don't seem to be in any pain. You're actually asleep, peaceful. When Laswell takes a step into the room, Ghost growls a warning to her.

"Ghost...That's my assistant, and we're leaving."

"She can't." He rasps out, resting a hand on your belly. "Still stuck."

"Stuck?"

"On my knot."

A look of shock and horror from Laswell.

"She's my mate now. My omega."

An attempt at words which fails, each sentence from the Lieutenant throws her for a loop.

"And she will have my pups. I'll knot her again and again until it takes." He drawls, his hips shifting slightly beneath the thin sheet that Laswell can only assume John hastily draped over you two for privacy sake.

Even in your sleeping state, Laswell swears she sees you smile...Hears a purr raise from your throat.

John promptly pulls Laswell out of the room, closes the door, and tries to explain that it...Might be best if you stay with Ghost for now, apologizing all the while, sounding guilty for his Lieutenant's actions. But don't worry, he'll make sure the sergeants stay away from you!

The sergeants that Ghost shares everything with...The same ones who are also going into a rut soon.

It'll be fine.

[eiightysixbaby]

eddie in a reindeer costume. that’s it, that’s the post. oh and he’s just like, chronically horny for you.

“Oh, look at you!”

The figure that steps out of the dressing room has your eyes lighting up, your mouth twitching as you hold your laughter off. The person on the other end of your delight is… not so delighted.

“I cannot believe this.” Eddie stands with his hands on his hips, looking down at the holiday monstrosity that is his costume.

He’d lost a bet with Steve, and they’d decided that the loser had to be the final piece to Nancy’s holiday charity event being held at Starcourt Mall.

She already had a Santa, thanks to Chief Hopper. She was going as Mrs. Claus, while you, Robin, and Chrissy had pitched in to be elves. Jonathan got off the hook easy as the designated photographer.

The only thing missing… was Rudolph.

You bring your fist to your mouth, the knuckle of your index finger between your teeth to prevent yourself from erupting into a laughing fit.

A pair of opaque brown tights clings to Eddie’s legs, a matching brown tunic of sorts on his top half. There’s a fluffy patch of white fabric at the belly, and a thick red belt around his middle. A red collar adorned with gold bells rests around his neck, and to top it all off, he has a pair of antlers on his head and a red foam ball on his nose.

The only thing that looks remotely Eddie, are the black combat boots they allowed him to wear on his feet.

“Come on, you look adorable!” you say, pinching at the meat of his bicep.

He groans, shaking his head. “I am not going out there like this. This is humiliating!” he grits, his voice coming out somewhat nasally thanks to his fake nose.

“It is not!” you insist, though your giggling gives you away.

“You’re laughing! You can’t even look at me with a straight face!” he pouts, taking in the elf costume you’re wearing.

“Okay, you look hot as fuck in your costume. Like damn, sweetheart,” he says, eyeing you up and down. You flush at his wandering eyes, giddy with his praise — even if he looks ridiculous while giving it.

“The red and green’s really doing it for you? And the hat with the built in elf ears?” you tease, knowing he just likes the way the outfit hugs you in all the right places.

“Babe, like, it’s not even fair how good you look. If I had known Wheeler was gonna put me in a pair of tights, I would’ve literally killed Harrington if it was my only way to win that bet.”

You cradle his cheek in your palm, letting your thumb rub over his skin. “Baby, it’s for the kids, okay? It’s just a few hours.”

“My entire evening is not just a few hours. These tights are gonna cut off all circulation to my fuckin’ dick by the time we’re done here,” he complains.

You shove him playfully, the bells on your outfit jangling with your movement. But he’s not done with the theatrics.

“Oh god,” he says after a pause. “I’m gonna be out of commission. I’m gonna have no dick, they’ll have to amputate.”

“Eddie,” you roll your eyes. “You are so dramatic. The tights are not gonna kill your dick.”

“How do you know that?” he asks, pulling you into him. His big arms wrap around your back, hands holding your ass loosely. “What if wearing this costume means I can never fuck you again? I think I’ll have to tell Wheeler I can’t do it—”

“Eddie!” you say again, scolding him lightly. “You are going out there, whether you like it or not.” You stand on your tip toes, pressing a kiss to his frowning mouth.

“Whyyyyy?”

“Because, it’s for the kids. Like I said. We have to do this.”

He seems entirely unconvinced as he gazes down at you, those big doe eyes of his heavy-lidded as he stares at your red lips.

“What’re you thinking about, Munson?” you ask, recognizing the growing playfulness in his eyes.

“Think we have time for a quickie?”

You press your palms to his chest, shoving him off of you with a laugh.

“I am not fucking you while you’re wearing antlers. Or that big ass red nose.”

“Okay, rude!”

He doesn’t have time to protest any further, because the rest of the group has come to find you. You hear a muffled chuckle from behind you, and you spin around in your green elf boots to face the culprit.

“Aw, well aren’t you just the beacon of holiday spirit!” Steve says, grinning like the devil at your boyfriend.

“I’m actually going to murder you. In cold blood,” Eddie retorts, scowling at the only person not in costume, save for Jonathan. “This isn’t even fair. I have to wear this and Steve just gets off the hook?”

“You lost the bet, Eddie,” Robin chimes in. “A deal’s a deal.”

“Come on, Rudy,” Jonathan pipes up. “We’ve got some Christmas cheer to spread, so get your best smile on.”

“I hate all of you,” Eddie deadpans.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nancy says, motioning all of you in the direction of your photo-op setup. “You’ll get over it.”

You link your arm with his, squeezing. You stop him from walking ahead, tiptoeing to get your mouth level with his ear.

“As soon as this is over, you can have me however you like,” you whisper. “But you better be the holliest, jolliest one out there tonight, or no deal,” you add, before pulling away in a flash and skipping ahead to catch up with Chrissy.

“Oh god, you can’t be putting that in my head right now!” he groans from behind you.

You hear his collar jingling as he starts to move.

“Wait up!”