I was wondering if the W2T LIs have any workout routines, I mean, Lottie obviously needs to stay in shape because she's an important figure and all that and I bet Silas does some heavy work in the bakery, but what about Gen and Cain?
hehe yup, you're right about both lottie and silas! lottie has a strict regimen, and silas gets upper body workout just from kneading dough and lifting flour sacks all morning
as for cain, he doesn't traditionally work out or hit the gym at all, but… i mean… his nightly activities make up for it a little! between updating the blog, running around in the dark, and going out to explore the town, he gets a ton of cardio. he's agile and can jump fences easily--he does it pretty often when he's snooping around or taking shortcuts
genesis… um… she tries, bless her. help 😭 all she can really do is practice kpop choreo to stay active, but she has horrible coordination. she's definitely tripped over her own feet or run into her desk more than a few times trying to nail a dance routine
Cain kinda strikes me as the type of person to have that huge ikea shark plushie but deny it to death
waittt that sounds so cute HAHSDJ mc gifting him a blahaj... silas can get the djungelskog, genesis can get the alien aftonsparv, and lottie gets the owl skogsduva LMFAOOFSDJ
synopsis — you only asked silas to teach you how to bake. neither of you expected flour-dusted hands to linger, or for every accidental touch to feel sweeter than whatever was rising in the oven.
You only wanted to do something nice for the Paranormal Experiences & Investigation Club.
That was all.
The thought had come to you rather innocently: everyone had been busy lately, buried beneath investigations, reports, and whatever supernatural nonsense the club had decided to involve itself in this week. Surely bringing something homemade to the next meeting would be a nice gesture.
Cupcakes.
Cupcakes were nice.
There was only one small problem.
You couldn't bake.
But that, you decided, was hardly a problem.
People baked all the time. There were recipes for everything nowadays. You didn't need some mysterious culinary talent passed down through generations. All you needed was a recipe book, a trip to the market, and a little bit of common sense.
So you went to the bookstore.
You stood in front of the cookbook section for nearly twenty minutes before finally choosing one with a reassuringly colorful picture of perfectly frosted cupcakes on the cover.
If the cupcakes on the cover could look like that, surely yours could too.
Probably.
You bought the book, went to the market, gathered everything the recipe asked for, and returned home feeling almost absurdly confident.
You even arranged all the ingredients on the kitchen counter before starting.
Everything was there. You opened the recipe book and carefully went through the instructions one more time, checking each ingredient before finally getting started. The first few steps went smoothly enough that, for a while, you began to wonder if you'd been unnecessarily worried. Maybe baking wasn't going to be as difficult as you'd imagined.
That confidence lasted until somewhere around the fourth step.
A little too much flour ended up on the counter. An eggshell found its way into the bowl. At one point, you realized you'd been mixing the batter for far longer than the recipe instructed because you'd gotten distracted by your phone. None of the mistakes seemed particularly disastrous on their own, but when you finally looked down at the bowl, the batter had taken on a consistency that didn't seem quite right.
You reread the instructions, comparing the page with what was in front of you as though the answer might somehow reveal itself.
It didn't.
Still, there was no reason to panic. The recipe hadn't said anything about the batter looking pretty, and surely the oven would take care of the rest. You poured the mixture into the cupcake liners, trying to distribute it as evenly as you could, then carefully slid the tray inside.
You had bought all the right ingredients.
You had followed the instructions.
Surely, somehow, this would work.
When the timer finally rang, you pulled the tray out with considerably more confidence than you probably deserved.
Then you stared.
The cupcakes looked less like cupcakes and more like something that had been unearthed during an archaeological excavation. They were pale and slightly sunken, their centers still suspiciously wet despite the amount of time they'd spent in the oven. You picked one up and poked the middle with a toothpick, only for half the cupcake to cling to it when you pulled it back out.
"...Okay."
Maybe they just needed a little more time.
That had to be it.
You put the tray back into the oven and set the timer again, choosing to ignore the increasingly obvious fact that you had no idea what you were doing. Five minutes passed, then ten. By the time fifteen minutes had gone by, you were beginning to wonder if perhaps you'd finally managed to salvage them.
Then you smelled something burning.
You froze.
The smell grew stronger, drifting out from the kitchen until there was no longer any possibility of pretending it wasn't happening. With a quiet, horrified realization, you hurried back to the oven and pulled the door open.
Smoke immediately billowed out.
You coughed and waved it away, staring helplessly at the cupcakes inside. Somehow, against all reasonable expectations, you had managed to create something that was both undercooked and burnt at the same time.
You weren't sure how that was even possible.
But there it was.
Your greatest culinary achievement.
The kitchen looked like a flour bomb had gone off. There was batter on the counter, flour on the floor, a suspicious smear of butter near the sink, and whatever was happening inside the oven was probably best left between you and God.
You looked down at your flour-covered hands, then at the cupcakes sitting miserably on the counter, before finally glancing back at the recipe book that had promised you something far more impressive than whatever you'd managed to create.
You could give up. There was still time to buy something from the store and pretend you'd never planned on baking anything in the first place. No one had to know.
Or you could ask someone who actually knew what they were doing.
Unfortunately, the only person who came to mind was Silas.
Silas, the handsome baker—
You immediately stopped yourself.
The guy who worked at the pastry shop, you corrected. That was all. You simply happened to know someone who worked with pastries and therefore, by sheer coincidence, was probably the most qualified person you could ask.
That was perfectly reasonable.
You hurried back to your bedroom and sat down in front of your computer, leaving the kitchen to its fate for the moment. Once the chatroom loaded, you found Wolfsbane among the usernames and opened the private chat.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.
You could probably figure this out yourself.
Probably.
You stared at the empty message box for another few seconds before finally sighing and typing.
[username]: hey silas
Wolfsbane: Hello.
[username]: hypothetically speaking, if someone tried to bake cupcakes and somehow managed to burn them while leaving the inside uncooked
A moment passed.
Wolfsbane: How?
[username]: i don't know
Wolfsbane: I think I know who you're talking about.
[username]: don't laugh
Wolfsbane: I'm not.
[username]: you're definitely laughing
Wolfsbane: A little.
You sighed, resting your forehead against the desk.
[username]: can you help me?
The typing indicator appeared almost immediately.
Wolfsbane: Of course.
[username]: really?
Wolfsbane: Come by the shop tomorrow. I'll teach you properly.
You stared at the screen.
That was... surprisingly easy.
[username]: okay
Wolfsbane: And don't put them back in the oven.
You looked toward the kitchen.
Too late.
[username]: no promises.
———
The next afternoon, you found yourself standing outside the pastry shop with a paper bag full of ingredients hanging from your wrist. You had briefly considered leaving them at home. Silas worked here, after all; surely the shop had everything you needed.
But that didn't feel right.
It was one thing to ask him to teach you. It was another to show up and expect him to provide everything after you'd already managed to waste half of your own ingredients. So you brought whatever you still had, even if the bag felt slightly heavier than it should have.
When you stepped inside, the familiar warmth of the shop immediately surrounded you. The scent of freshly baked bread and sugar hung pleasantly in the air, and somewhere behind the counter, you could hear the faint clatter of dishes being put away.
Silas looked up when he heard the bell above the door.
His attention settled on you first, then dropped to the bag in your hand.
"What's that?"
You lifted it slightly. "Ingredients. I brought whatever I had left."
Something faintly amused crossed his expression as he looked at the bag again. "I thought I'd use mine."
"I thought about it."
"Ah."
The quiet amusement in his voice made you look away. You followed him toward the back of the shop as he dried his hands on a towel, trying not to feel quite so guilty about having shown up with a grocery bag like an apology.
"You didn't have to bring anything," he said.
"I know. I just didn't think it'd be nice to use the shop's ingredients after I already ruined my own."
Silas glanced over his shoulder at you. "You're very concerned about manners for someone who nearly set their cupcakes on fire."
You gave him an unimpressed look.
"Are you going to bring that up every time you see me?"
"Probably."
You sighed, and the sound of his quiet laugh followed as he turned back toward the kitchen.
"I regret asking you for help."
"No, you don't."
You opened your mouth to argue, only to stop when you realized you had nothing to say.
Unfortunately, he was right.
You didn't regret it.
Not even a little.
The kitchen at the back of the shop was considerably cleaner than yours had been the day before. Everything had its place, the counters were spotless, and there was something almost unfair about watching Silas move around the space so naturally.
Silas looked over the ingredients you'd brought, checking each one before setting them out across the counter. There was something almost methodical about the way he worked, arranging everything within reach before finally picking up the recipe book you'd brought with you.
"All right. We'll start again."
You looked at him. "Again?"
He glanced at you, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. "You didn't expect me to let you leave here still believing you can bake, did you?"
"That sounds like an insult."
"It's an observation."
Before you could come up with a response, he reached for the mixing bowl and set it in front of you. With a small gesture, he indicated the space beside him.
"Come here."
You stepped closer, close enough to see the faint traces of flour still clinging to his sleeves from whatever he'd been working on before you arrived. He handed you the whisk and began explaining the next step, his voice calm as he went over the parts you'd apparently managed to misunderstand yesterday.
This time, you were determined to get it right.
Silas placed the bowl in front of you and began explaining what you had done wrong the first time. This time, you listened carefully, watching the way he measured everything before adding it to the bowl.
"Don't rush this part." Silas watched as you began mixing, his attention fixed on the batter. "You want it smooth, but you don't want to overwork it."
You nodded and followed his instructions, moving the whisk through the mixture as evenly as you could.
"Like this?"
"Slower."
You adjusted your hand.
"Not that slow."
You frowned at the bowl. "You're terrible at explaining."
"And you're terrible at following instructions."
"That's not true."
"Yesterday says otherwise."
You muttered something under your breath, but he only seemed more amused as you continued stirring. After a while, the rhythm became easier, the batter gradually smoothing beneath the whisk.
Then your wrist began to ache.
You shifted your grip, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the awkward angle only made the spoon drag more heavily through the mixture. Before you could figure it out yourself, Silas stepped closer.
"Here."
His hand settled over yours.
You stopped moving.
For a moment, Silas seemed entirely unaware of your sudden stillness. His attention remained on the bowl as his fingers gently adjusted your grip, guiding your wrist into a more natural position. The movement was simple, practical—nothing more than someone correcting the way you held a spoon.
And yet, you became painfully aware of how close he was.
His hand was warm against yours, his fingers resting lightly over the back of your hand as he guided the whisk through the batter. You could feel the quiet movement of his wrist, the faint brush of his arm against yours whenever he leaned in to correct the motion.
"You're putting too much pressure into it," he murmured.
"Let the whisk do the work."
You nodded.
You weren't entirely sure you'd heard him.
Your attention had become far too occupied with the warmth of his hand and the fact that, despite how unnecessary it probably was, neither of you had moved away yet.
There was nothing particularly intimate about it. He was teaching you how to mix cupcake batter. That was all. His hand was simply there to guide yours, his fingers resting loosely against the back of your hand as he demonstrated the motion.
Still, you became strangely conscious of every little movement—the slow turn of the whisk beneath your hand, the occasional brush of his knuckles against yours, even the faint scent of sugar and vanilla clinging to his sleeves.
"See?" His voice pulled you back. "You're doing it properly now."
You glanced down at your hands before looking up at him. "Right."
It seemed to be only then that Silas realized he was still holding your hand. His fingers loosened, and he drew his hand away with a quiet, almost imperceptible hesitation.
"Sorry."
"It's fine."
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Silas stepped back and reached for the next ingredient, as though returning to the task at hand would make the brief awkwardness disappear.
"Add that."
You did.
A little too quickly.
Some of the flour escaped the bowl and scattered across the counter.
Silas stared at it.
You stared at it too.
"...That wasn't me."
His gaze shifted toward you.
"You were holding it."
You sighed. "Okay. It was me."
A quiet laugh escaped him, and despite yourself, you smiled too.
After that, the rest went more smoothly.
Mostly.
There were still a few mistakes along the way. You spilled some of the milk, nearly dropped the whisk twice, and somehow managed to dust the front of your shirt with flour despite your best efforts to keep yourself clean. By now, Silas seemed to have accepted that helping you bake also meant keeping an eye on everything you were doing.
When he noticed the flour on your shirt, you brushed at it, only managing to smear it further.
"You're making it worse."
You glanced down at yourself. "I am?"
He gave a small nod, then looked back at your face. "You have some on your cheek, too."
You instinctively raised your hand, but before you could find the spot, Silas reached over and brushed it away with his thumb.
You went still.
The touch lasted barely a moment, yet somehow you became aware of it all the same—the warmth of his skin against your cheek, the brief pause in his movement, and the way his gaze remained on you before he seemed to remember himself.
His hand fell back to his side.
"Flour," he said, almost unnecessarily.
"I figured."
The corner of his mouth lifted, though his attention eventually returned to the bowl between you.
"You're getting better."
You looked at the mixture, then back at him. "At baking?"
A faint smile lingered on his face.
"Among other things."
You weren't entirely sure what he meant by that.
For once, you decided not to ask.
—
Once the batter was finally ready, Silas showed you how much to put into each liner, making sure you didn't repeat yesterday's mistake of filling some more than others. You were much more careful this time, and when the last one was finally filled, you stepped back to admire your work.
They actually looked like cupcakes.
You glanced at Silas, almost expecting him to find something wrong with them.
Instead, he gave a small nod of approval.
"Not bad."
You smiled. "That's the nicest thing you've said to me all day."
"I've said plenty of nice things."
"You've mostly insulted my baking."
"Constructive criticism."
You laughed and carried the tray toward the oven. Silas opened the door for you, and together you carefully slid the cupcakes inside before setting the timer.
And then there was nothing left to do but wait.
You leaned back against the counter while Silas cleaned the few utensils you'd used. The shop had become quieter now, the rush of the afternoon having settled into a gentle hum. Somewhere beyond the kitchen, you could hear the occasional sound of dishes and the muffled voices of customers.
"You know," Silas said as he wiped the counter, "you really didn't have to go through all this trouble."
You looked at him. "I wanted to."
"For the club?"
You nodded.
"Everyone's been working hard. I thought it'd be nice to bring something."
Silas was quiet for a moment before setting the cloth aside.
"That's thoughtful."
You smiled a little. "Even if I nearly killed the cupcakes?"
"Especially then."
You laughed.
Silas leaned against the counter beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost touched.
For a while, neither of you said anything.
You found yourself watching the oven instead, following the slow rise of the cupcakes through the glass. The warmth from it filled the small kitchen, and for some reason, standing there beside him felt strangely comfortable.
"Silas?"
"Hm?"
You glanced toward the oven, watching the cupcakes slowly rise behind the glass. "Do you think they'll actually taste good?"
Silas followed your gaze before looking back at you, the faintest hint of amusement settling in his expression.
"I think they'll be fine."
You gave him a doubtful look. "That's not very convincing."
His smile deepened, though he didn't seem particularly bothered by your skepticism. "You'll have to wait and see."
You turned toward him, already preparing another complaint, but whatever you'd meant to say faded before it reached your lips.
He was looking at you.
Not at the cupcakes or the counter or anything else around the kitchen. At you.
There was something quieter in his expression now, the teasing warmth from earlier softened into something you couldn't quite place. You became suddenly aware of how close you'd been standing, how neither of you had bothered to move away.
The kitchen seemed strangely quiet.
Then his gaze dropped.
Only for a moment.
It lingered on your lips before slowly returning to your eyes.
Your breath caught.
"Maybe," he said, his voice quieter than before, "you'll surprise yourself."
You swallowed, suddenly far too conscious of what to do with your hands.
For once, you had no clever reply.
Then— Ding!
The oven timer rang.
The sharp chime broke through the quiet kitchen, and you startled so badly that you nearly stepped backward into the counter. Silas seemed to recover a little quicker, though you caught the briefest flicker of surprise across his face before he turned toward the oven.
You lowered your gaze, suddenly finding the floor much more interesting than it had been a moment ago.
Silas reached for the oven mitts, and the warmth that escaped when he opened the door soon filled the kitchen with the sweet smell of freshly baked cake. You looked up despite yourself.
The cupcakes had risen beautifully.
No burnt edges. No suspiciously wet centers. No signs of the culinary disaster you'd produced the day before.
They were, somehow, actual cupcakes.
You stared at them for a moment, almost afraid that looking away would somehow ruin them.
"They look good," you murmured.
Silas glanced at you before looking back at the tray. A small smile appeared on his face.
"They do."
You turned toward him, your earlier embarrassment slowly giving way to genuine excitement.
"I actually did it."
"You did."
There was something strangely satisfying about hearing him say it. After yesterday's disaster, after the flour-covered kitchen and the smoke and your desperate decision to ask him for help, you'd somehow managed to make something edible.
Maybe even good.
Silas carefully set the tray aside to cool, and you stayed beside him, watching the cupcakes settle.
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
You found yourself smiling.
Maybe baking wasn't so bad after all.
@crossaints — i hope you enjoyed reading "A Pinch Of Love"!!!
Somehow I be finishing other stuff but not the thing I've been working on for the LONGEST of time...
I DONT KNOW ANATOMY OR ANYTHING!!! This is a template I drew over but like I HAVE NO CLUE on who made this template so I'll just put where I found it here...
A simple black and white drawing of a person lying down, with one leg bent and the other extended. The person has a surprised expression wit
FINEEE you are looking this far into my post?
Here's the shoes... You want to confirm what they say? Hmm... Read the shoe on the right first, then the left one.
hi mari!! with the recent questions about parenthood and kids (and you saying ilya could do without them)
i was curious, bc what if the mc said they didn't want to have kids, and both them and ilya had settled with that and never made any plans to have children, but then mc ended up getting pregnant one day. how would ilya react/what would his thought process be?
lol i really hope this question doesn't come off as weird ╥﹏╥
hope you have a great day/night!!
not a weird question at all! but i do think a lot of people aren’t going to like my answer lmfao
his reaction would depend heavily on when they find out. late-stage discovery is a real thing of course, but if they catch it early, ilya’s immediate suggestion would be an abortion. he isn't trying to be cruel or heartless, in his head, they already agreed on what their life looks like together
if mc is on the same page, he’d handle the logistics quickly and quietly, doing everything he can to make sure it’s as painless and stress-free for them as possible. but if the mc hesitates or refuses, i can see the both of them slowly raising their voices and arguing over it for a long time. it would definitely cause a lot of tension and heartache. idk i think ilya would definitely have very complicated thoughts on the matter, and it would take him a long ass time to come around 😭 if he ever does…
now, if they find out late enough that an abortion poses health risks or complications for mc, ilya wouldn't even suggest it. he’d probably go into a daze for a few days to process the news, but his immediate pivot would be focusing entirely on keeping mc comfortable, safe, and healthy through the rest of it
he’d have a binder filled with his kids' report cards, graded homework, drawings, etc. which wouldn’t be neat at all lol. he’d grumble every time he shoved a macaroni art piece into it, but he wouldn’t throw away a single scrap of paper they worked on since they were toddlers
silas would walk the kids to the bus stop every morning so mc could sleep in
if he had it his way, he’d build a whole extension onto the place by hand just so the kids wouldn't have to share a room as they got older. he’d spend hours at the kitchen table sketching out floor plans while mc drank tea next to him, checking his math when he got too frustrated
he’d definitely tense up whenever mc brought up the future too far in advance, like college or the kids moving out. he’d start sulking LMFAO
Do any of the Li’s like playing video games? If so, what kind and what games would they play with the mc?
i hope you have a great day, thanks! :3
yeahhh!! genesis, silas, and cain all play video games!! not all the time though ofc. umm im not saying who plays the LoL equivalent in the w2t universe, but just know that it will be mentioned…
silas enjoys stuff like tekken, genesis likes legend of zelda, and cain recently played siren blood curse + condemned 2 bloodshot! i think they’d all be up for multiplayer games with mc (yes even cain, but if you’re bad at playing he’d tell you to get off I’m ngl)
lottie doesnt really play but if she did, her favorite type would be a cozy simulator game… like harvest moon!! (suggestion from rad)
Hihi!! I just played w2t and Im completely new to the fandom so I'm super curious <3
I know there's no set timeline for the game but what's your vision for it rn? like, would u prefer it to be a project that goes on for a few yrs or more of a short-term game? I think wtv u guys choose to do is gonna be awesome!! I cant wait!
P.S. we have the same name!! :P
NAME TWINSSS w2t will likely take years… gulp. ofc there’s a rough general outline already, and i’ve already basically planned out the main endings, buuuut it’s just a whole lotta work especially with all of the little minigames and fun stuff we’re planning to add! eden and i both have like. huge backlogs of personal projects and stuff to work on as well so LMFAO
we’re basically taking our time with it! watch the road is way more short-term though, that should be finished up roughly by the end of next year! (hopefully earlier. day one is basically done minus coding in sprites and drawing, but i can always do that once i get back home by the end of the month/start of next month. im prob gonna do a day 1.5 on patreon after the initial upload, fixing up glitches and bugs + adding extra things if i have the time… thank god it’s just plot because adding minigames to this would keel me…)
me when i vanish for a week HIIII I think I've returned... my recent Cain textpost writing is a little more on the serious side and the themes got to me a little since they're a bitttt personally applicable. ANYWAY!
dunno if i'll post it on tumblr... but it might go up on ao3. my invitation 4 an acc there on this email should come up around the 14th and i'm not done writing either, so we shall see how all that goes.
You must get a a lot of ask each day I worried for your inbox but anyways hope you at having a nice day but moving on with my question. Would any w2t and ilya characters want kid and how many would they want
ilya could do without kids, but if the mc really wanted them he'd be open to it
lottie wouldn't really want kids of her own... but she'd be an excellent aunt! i can see her going shopping with a potential nephew/niece with mc by her side
genesis is a littleee iffy on the whole subject. if she ever went that route it'd probably be adoption, and specifically not through international services (many ethical concerns there...) she'd want to do it for genuinely selfless reasons! giving a kid a better shot at life and stuff
silas and cain both don't have the time right now LFMAO but in the future, i do think they would want kids! or at least be open to it. silas would cap it at two max but he'd be a GREAT dad. cain… i could see him going for like four or five... that's a whole lotta kids but the mental image is kind of hilarious JSDFD
thank u for putting me on infamous wow i owe u my life 🫡🫡🫡 for the ask game hmmm… how about full circle, performance and development?
This is news to me wow. I've gotten two of my friends into infamous so that'd make you the third. jonah propaganda 99% effectiveness rate
Full circle
What is the first song they ever wrote? Played? What’s the most recent?
The first song West ever wrote is probably an unlisted demo on youtube that was looked over by seven. I think its sound is a lot softer rock than anything released by the band but I also think it's one of the songs that is .... hopeful ? I think the beginning of his & Seven's dreaming together of being in a band really finally gave West a framework to follow. Before that he'd never really thought about what he wanted beyond his parents & what was immediately around him. His future was kind of. A blank. tldr it's a song about finally finding something you want to do. that you're entirely devoted to achieving. direction in your life. Etc. I don't have a name choice concretely picked out for it yet, but I'll call it Idyll.
The first played in a crowd is definitely from Gargantua (their band's first EP). I don't have ANY of the songs from there named or figured out but I do know it was his favorite album (?) of theirs even if it's not the highest quality production. First performance is memorable for the fact being... their first performance. Rather than the song. I'll update this later if I decide on a specific one
And the most recent song he's written (before BotB auditions) is DNR from their latest album, Carpal Bones. It kind of is a break-up song. But also generally about revisiting old relationships and memories in your mind even if you've broken it off and it hella hurts to do it ..... DO NOT RESUSCITATE!!! it's the one song that Gentle Night fans unanimously agree is definitely about Seven (at least partly) (if you're wondering how many songs West has released about Seven. 2 total. his fans are malding at the lack of content regarding That specific topic) This one he struggled with a lot with balancing the honesty and he almost decided to scrap it entirely before shoving it in last moment.
Performance
What are they thinking and feeling while they’re performing? How do they act on stage?
Performing is West's favorite part of being a musician 100%. He doesn't get cold feet but he still works up nerves/energy that needs to be expelled before a performance so he definitely paces around before one. I feel like to him it'd be like being drunk... all his worries just fade from his focus next to the exhilaration of being on stage. I actually think the crash after the performance high could make him a little irritable (though this is more thinking hours after when he's trying to fall asleep/dead on his feet). On stage West is very energetic and definitely tries to appeal to his fans!!!
Development
How did you come up with your character? Is their design still evolving? How do you think they might develop through the story
West came about very organically imo, I chose his name on a whim and then picked one of the surname options (because I was lazy) and then started going on my playthrough without much thought at first. I usually intend to play with a self-insert so I feel like I did project on him a bit but as the game gave more details about the mc he kinda just started taking form on his own. At the moment I don't think his design will change very much. I've got a very clear vision of what he looks like at different stages of his life. Though I am toying with how West might look when he's older (natural hair/brunette comeback?)
West's character development really does depend on the future chapters but I do want him to go through some realizations here and there + open up + start learning to form his sense of self outside of his bandmates and his career (and work on that drinking problem. Oh my god). I'm kind of nervous for him because the band is fs hiding something and if it's really bad then shit could really hit the fan I think... but even then he's like, incredibly attached. And might still try to pull them together even if it really hurts him to. Because the alternative still manages to feel worse (disbanding)
Wait are you serious about the side project 😭 Because I don’t think you understand how bad I need Mirawake interactive fiction in my life
nothing is set into stone but i've been writing little notes on my doc all day LOL mostly of a few potential ROs
i'm probably gonna take. like. a good few months to research, make a map, figure out worldbuilding + cultures + food + politics + overarching plot and ... well a whole buncha intricacies before i even begin writing the first draft
… i've already made a pinterest board--gunshot
