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toseeclearly · 6 months

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NAZGÛwÛ - an explainer of sorts

lol I did not expect the response I got for this but I'm glad so many people loved it. Here's a short breakdown of the pieces.

The base is made up of a thrifted sweater that I shredded using nail scissors. It's hard to tell in the full costume image but I went to town on it to give it the feel that it was falling apart. The skirt is a tulle miniskirt that I also shredded the hems of and then bedazzled with silk flowers, gems, and flat-backed pearls. The gloves are hot pink satin opera gloves. I didn't dye anything for this because I just couldn't be bothered, so I leaned into the "look buddy, it's going to be 14 shades of pink and you're going to like it." Honestly, I think it looks better this way, but maybe that's just me.

In process photo above. I had started on the shredding/bedazzling. The gloves are also done with a mixture of gems, pearls, and tiny clear pink jewels that I roughly glued onto the back of the hands and knuckles to give texture.

Also that skirt was so damn short. I ended up finding a pair of hot pink spandex shorts at the thrift shop, so I wore those, lest I be known as the snatch king of angmar or whatever. Wait, I got a slightly worse pun: Ûnderwearlari. God that sucks.

The helmet was made from a pattern found by my husband, he did the initial build (while I was doing the clothes) out of eska board. Normally we use this stuff to make book covers, but it works real well for this. The spikes are just bristol board. I also ended up adding fake nails to the gloves. I'm a cheap fuck so I bought these dark green ones and the cheapest pink nail polish I could find and then painted them. Honestly, I think it works (plus that nearly unnoticeable line of green on the edge makes them pop a tiny bit more).

I did a few layers of gesso on the mask and painted the whole thing hot pink, then did some texturing. Then I added on paper and silk flowers for the flower band and some random scattered gems instead of rivets.

The fabric inside is loosely glued in, god forbid I ever wear this costume somewhere in low light, I'd probably just trip and die (especially in the shoes, which put me at just about 6 feet tall).

The true test was the flail. I was originally going to do the sword, but thought the flail would be more fun (yes, I know he technically had a mace in the books do not @ me). Turns out it's hard to find even a fake flail on short notice, so I made this: the handle is 1/2 of a dollar store scythe handle, sanded and painted pink, then bedazzled. The flower ball is actually a piece of a halloween decoration - a skull attached to some chains that we broke off from the longer piece. They were also painted pink and then covered in flowers and gems. I also wove glitter pipe cleaners into the chain. It's attached via a clay holder that I molded onto the end. I sealed a lot of it with hot glue for texture and stability, and then did a coat of the same pink nail polish from the fake nails on there to give it sheen and a thin pink wash. It's very light, but I do love it.

As for the rest, the legs are a pair of hot pink fishnets, pink thigh highs, and a pair of hot pink stacked heels that I actually bought for my friend's wedding way back (hi @breeyn!). They're great shoes and have served me well. I also had on a pink mesh hooded cape that was trimmed with lace that I found in a bin at a lingerie store. I mostly just want to know who was wearing that for sexy things, to be honest.

Anyway, glad you all liked the costume. If I go to another convention anytime soon, I'll be busting it out, hahaha.

#lord of the rings #lotr shitpost #lotr #nazguwu #cosplay #so much pink #halloween

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ystk-archive · 1 year

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Do you have any favorite looks for Koshiko and Nakata? Like photos where you particularly liked their fashion or styling?

So many examples that writing a response to this simple question nearly drove me insane for several days lmao. One of capsule's biggest "selling" points for me was that they mostly wore their own clothes for photoshoots, MVs, performances etc and Nakata largely handled styling and whatnot. (Also probably one of the reasons that Metro Pulse landed disastrously with me, I don't want to see polygonal character models fighting to the death, I want you two to serve looks 😭)

Where Toshiko's concerned, I usually loved her outfits at the annual festivals they'd do like Rock in Japan and Countdown:

2010 RIJ FES fit is legendary

I honestly feel like this houndstooth configuration that appeared at CDJ 2012 altered my brain chemistry in some way. I can see it being a bit too "circus" or costume-y for some, the bi-color tights are definitely going a little overboard, but I still think about it all these years later (take a closer look at the heels she wore too).

2014 Summer Sonic, I like to call this the angel look; there's a pattern here with me liking these dresses/skirts with strange construction lol

Big fan of the OTONOKO 2018 sparkly tulle dress (may be a top + skirt combo, either way). It was extremely whimsical, looked beautiful on a stage environment, and I love the idea of Toshiko as a pinch of the night sky placed down on earth. (I like it so much you can have another photo of it here)

At their last Countdown appearance in 2019 she wore this draped dress; the blunt lob haircut really elevated the maturity of the whole look (I think some low denier tights would've made this even crazier).

Thigh-high boots go brrr (starting to wonder if I just really liked this wig a lot)

Special mention to this sequin dress, she is nothing short of a genius for wearing those nylons with it and Nakata was wrong for saying she looked like a fish lmao

I do actually like her simpler stage outfits like this gold babydoll dress. Her headwear is unparalleled, I can't imagine how many hats/hair accessories she owns...

Lastly her WAVE RUNNER tour encore look was just cute and nicely coordinated for being so simple; I also adore the way their shoes matched here but I lose my mind whenever they match their outfits at all…

In general I love how consistent she is in her style, it's very elegant and feminine overall but she likes to do these unusual silhouettes and whimsical accessories that have a lot of drama to them. This is my favorite example of her fashion outside of performances; my list highlighted major appearances where you'd expect her to go full theatrical but even her regular day-to-day outfits are nice, often simple but never boring.

Moving along...

Generally speaking Nakata has a great eye for individual pieces rather than excelling at putting together well-coordinated outfits (on himself at least, I loved the times he styled Toshiko). He's also the living embodiment of the shorts-wearing NPC trainer in Pokemon lmao. Like he's definitely shown the potential to Dress over the years and I'd actually love to see him do styling work on other people again (also would love to see art direction from him again, design, etc etc anyway :^)), he has a very particular aesthetic sense that I always enjoyed, but overall he seems to prize comfort and especially after 2016 you can see his style get increasingly...utilitarian? Unembellished? Honestly there was a video I saw by some YouTuber who attempted to discuss Nakata's style and all they had to go off was his Instagram and their conclusion was "he likes to wear his own logo a lot;" it's an understatement to say that made me die a little inside, lol (not the tuber's fault of course).

I tried to pinpoint specific ~whole outfits but it's kind of difficult, as a result the majority of these are from magazine shoots:

2007 Sugarless GiRL for MARQUEE - I've been obsessed with this since forever but I'm not even sure how to explain it... It's a wintry, boyish sort of look, the overalls were very flattering, the shoes are cute, and that scarf was actually really interesting because it had these weird hand pockets (you can see them in this photo). I'd kill to see more takes from any of their magazine shoots but especially this one.

2005 LDK event covered in CUTiE magazine - I think everyone loves this one lmao, whoever did Nakata's hair is a god. It's a great inbetween style from LDK to FRUITS CLiPPER; it's very interesting the way he sort of found his fashion "voice" the same time he found his musical one for capsule.

Speaking of which, 2006 FRUITS CLiPPER artist profile shoot (well, this is from MARQUEE, but he wore the same thing for their artist pics) - the black-white-gray layered look might be my favorite example of his ~eye for coordinating clothes or whatever you wanna call it lol. Love that C necklace too, he only really wore it during '06 though and was never much for necklaces in general (I think it's funny one of the few remaining pics on his Insta is this one). Blazers are notoriously tricky to wear without seeming like you're stuffy and/or going to the office, he somehow always pulled them off really well...

2007 capsule rmx for MARQUEE - another that seems unanimously loved. I liked that headscarf he's wearing so much that I bought the same one (not a single clue how to style/pull it off though)

2007 FLASH BACK for MARQUEE - love the long zip-up jacket with the fur-trim hood, love those iconic yellow Belly Button boots (yes, that's really the brand name)

Getting away from MARQUEE, I just posted these but his outfit for S&R was actually kinda good? I do wanna beat him over the head for wearing shorts to meet Sakamoto Ryuichi but it's a cute look and I think he was smart to wear the brown frames instead of his black ones as they would've been too harsh. The detailing on the shirt and shorts goes perfectly, while I don't like high-top shoes on him in a broad sense these had cute contrasting laces and I like their suede look. More accessorizing with jewelry would've been great here but at that point (2012) he put away pretty much everything apart from the watches...

self vol. 1 (spring 2009) - this one doesn't go like super crazy or anything but I think it's cute and nicely put-together, here's another picture of it in better/natural lighting. Really like that T-shirt from FRAPBOIS

2013 CAPS LOCK - you could say this is pretty boring compared to the other examples here but I reeeally liked the weird keycap rings(?) and the not-insignificant heels on his oxfords lol. The fact that these are capris and not full-length pants also keeps it from being too stuffy and basic. (And once again wearing the same color for the top + bottom makes this sort of "seamless" look that in turn helps create an illusion of proportionality.)

2015 Downtown appearance - and now I'm going to throw all fashion rules about proportions/looking ~taller out the window because I loved this lmaooo, peak comfy outfit and makes me want to buy an oversized white hoodie so bad (I haven't said it yet but I think white might be his best color). Also I'm pretty sure his hair was professionally done here, it looked great.

Also 2015, the Keith Haring print sweatshirt over a button-up

Since I'm nuts I'm gonna keep blathering but now about specific pieces he's worn that I really liked (not a complete list by any means, just what comes to mind right now):

This baseball cap with the half of a stag rising out of it, he's f*cking crazy I swear to god (naturally he wore this because they shot these pics at Hanjiro which was a clothing store with a particular sense of décor)

Bomber jacket at ageHa last year, I love stuff like this with that sort of mirror-like sheen (it's kind of iridescent but not quite) and the cut/style of it was good

I think way too often about this reversible jacket he wore on a karaoke date with Kyary. Up to that point I'd just seen him wearing logos and boring all-black semi-athleisure stuff for years so this was a pretty crazy statement piece

Speaking of random pieces that live rent-free in my head, I really want to know the brand of this sweatshirt from the 2019 album announcement, it's sooo weird and just, like, interesting

The blazer for WAVE RUNNER was shockingly cute, no comment on the rest of the fit or the wonky Photoshopping though (god their artist photos are so hit-or-miss)

The Jeremy Scott F/W 2007 hoodie of course

Studded bowtie

Uniqlo crossword puzzle shirt

Not the best possible pic of this but I like this shirt with the studded suspenders detail, he wore this to RIJ FES one year

Do headphones count? Headphones count, this is my favorite pair he ever had

This jacket is one of my favorites of his, I wanted the same one so badly for so many years lmao

Honestly there's so much that I'm exhausted writing this list, I'm gonna stop with these pants and leave it at that

His style at its best is just kind of quirky, very very playful, obviously keeps to a grayscale palette but he has some surprisingly colorful pieces. His taste in jewelry was pretty awesome too, he had some interesting rings I was a big fan of but I'm too lazy to go find pics (there was a Hello Kitty one, a giant star, a cow's head...).

In conclusion I think they share a lot of similarities in their style and I would kill for either of them to have ever released a ~style book (sadly the timing for that has long passed and the demand was probably nonexistent in the first place). Some people also may be wondering why I completely ignored their looks from pre-2006/the future pop neo whatever era and the simple answer is...IDK, it's not that I hated their styling back then (well, it was pretty rough sometimes), it was just more costume-y and as a result sort of inauthentic in a sense. They were also frequently styled by other people during that time; their own personal style and/or Nakata's styling had a much greater impact on my teenaged brain as far as influencing my tastes. But Toshiko wore the '60s silhouette and boyish sort of hairstyles extremely well and the contemode hair/makeup girlie Miyagawa Tomoko always did a fantastic job.

Whoever actually read this far is clearly very interested in this topic so if you want to feel free to message me your own favorite capsule outfits and whatnot. I know Toshiko particularly had some crazy colorful/weird dresses she's worn in the past that I didn't mention here lol

#messages #capsule

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feyti-odinsdottir · 2 years

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Dear best friend,

I know you'll never read this. You don't have tumblr. You don't even have pinterest. And besides, even if you did, you don't want anything to do with me. And that's why I'm writing this here. To a bunch of strangers. Where you'll probably never see it. I hope someday maybe you will read this. Maybe I can show it to you. I know it's a wild fantasy. But what do I have if not hope. If I can't hope that maybe we'll smile at each other one more time, then how could I possibly bear your loss. I just have a list. A list of things unsaid. That maybe I should have said.

I love you. When I first saw you, I thought I would never see you again. And yet, by the second time I'd seen you, we were already friends. It's been 933 days. 2 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, and 1 day. That's how long its been since the first time I met you. Two and a half years. That seems like too small of a time to contain such a big friendship. That's only three Christmases. Only two summers. That's only three of your birthdays, and two of mine. Oh. How tragic that neither of us will witness each other's 18th birthdays. Our friendship seems far too big to fit into such a small amount of time. Three Christmases, two summers, two Easters, fourteen birthdays, three New Years Eves, and one too many sleepless giggling nights. But how I loved those nights. I loved everything about our friendship. The wagon rides through downtown, before I could legally drive us all. The sleepovers when we caused far too much ruckus. Those nights at youth group when I tried to cling on to all my friends; to keep them all together. Somehow I must not have succeeded. I managed to lose you somehow. Remember that night I introduced you to my mom? I believe it was the 18th of December 2019. Or maybe the 24th. I don't remember now. But I remember those stupid heels I wore. Remember when my debit card got declined in the dairy queen drive thru? That was hilarious. And also embarrassing. Thank you for paying by the way. Remember the hours. And hours. And hours. On facetime. On google hangouts. Texting. And talking. All through the day. And part of the night. Before we had lives. When we were still too young to know what life had to throw at us. Remember the group chat. Almost a year of my life must be invested in that group chat. And if I could, I would invest another year.

I'm not quite sure how our conversations changed so much. No matter how many times you do it to me, it still catches me off guard. One day its memes and jokes and funny stories. The next day you're leaving, with no telling if you'll return. The first time you left, I thought I would die. I didn't know what had changed, but I took the blame. And then you came back. I've never been mad at you for anything. But if I were to be mad, it would be because you came back. Because of the joy I felt. My heart felt like it was on cloud nine. You were back. You didn't hate me after all. We were going back to being friends, you had rejoined the group. Remember that hug you gave me? I can't remember you ever hugging me, let alone so happily. The only thing I remember thinking in that moment, was that everything was going to be alright. You loved me. You were willing to fix things, and so was I. Remember how you introduced me as your best friend? I almost cried. Actually I did cry later. I didn't know I was your best friend, but I've never felt so honored. And I was happy. I was sure that now, just like we always said, that no matter what happened, we would all face it together. Like friends should. We always said we would stick together. Our measly little group, a couple of motley teenage girls, ready to face the world. None of us knew what life had coming, but we were determined to face it together.

But now I see, that maybe I was the only one who really wanted to believe that delusion. I guess the rest of you said it, and maybe even believed it at the time, but I guess I was the only one with high enough hopes to want to make it happen. Maybe I was right. I have no right to blame you for leaving again. Maybe it really was just all in my head. Making too-high hopes over some silly high school friendships. But even if that's true. Even if you never want to see me again. Just know that those 933 days were some of the best days of my life. Because I spent them with you. All of you. No matter what I was doing, you were all right behind me, and I don't have a way to thank any of you for that. Maybe I am doomed to this pain for now. This awful misery of feeling like my life is falling apart. But at least I have a thousand years worth of smiles and laughs and tears and text conversations, crammed into 2 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, and 1 day of memories. You might stop talking to me, stop texting me, stop seeing me, or block my number, but you won't ever erase yourself from my life. Every time I walk into my room I see you; in the three Christmas gifts and two birthday gifts you've given me, in the plant you sent home with me in an ice cream bucket, and in your pictures on the wall. I'll still wave at your house when I drive by, only now with tears in my eyes. I still hear your smothered laugh sometimes, when I make a stupid inappropriate joke. Your name still pops into my head when I'm buying Christmas gifts, and your birthday is still on my calendar. Speaking of birthdays. I was planning my 18th birthday party when I got your message, when you said you weren't going to be my friend. I'm not sure I'm going to have a party now. It wasn't going to be big. It was going to be chill. Just the six of us going out to eat, and maybe hanging out at the park. I didn't want to be loud and goofy. I just wanted to go into my adulthood with the people who had made my miserable teenage years so enjoyable. But I don't think I can have a party with just the five of us. Because there is no five of us. There's only six of us in our friend group, and there's no friend group without you, because you're in the friend group. It hurts to think about it. I'm sure we'll all still be friends even though you're gone. But we can't have the friend group, and I don't think we can even go back to what we had before you. Because in some way, each of us was changed by having you in our life, and our friend group was formed with you in it. It can't exist without any one of us. But I guess theres nothing I can say to make you stay. I'm not even sure I want to. If you are happier without me, then I guess I have to let you go, no matter how much it hurts me. But I'm not really letting you go. Not really. You're still in my heart, in my mind, in my life. I'll still see snapshots and footprints of you at least every other day, in little nooks and crannies of my life. So if you ever decide to come back, just know that I'll be here. My arms will be open. I might not be your friend, but you'll still be mine. And no matter what you say, I'll still have that little glimmer of hope in the back of my mind. The one that says maybe someday you'll read this letter. Maybe someday we'll share one more smile, one more dumb nickname, one more stupid joke. Maybe. I guess thats who I am. I guess I'm just that friend that will never really stop hoping.

Remember that time that we sat on the lawn in front of walmart? We watched the sunset and sang at the top of our lungs. You ended up ruining that night by losing your wallet, but I would have rather illegally driven us around town looking for it, than been anywhere else. I think that night was the last really good time we all had together. Thats how I want to remember us. Beyond all this pain of losing you, and the bitter reality that I will probably never get you back. I want to remember our happy carefreeness. Singing to the sunset, arm in arm, facing our miserable lives with smiles on our faces. When you think of us, remember that night. I promise I'll do the same for you. And you know I've never broken a promise. I love you. I miss you. Have a good life. See you soon. Maybe.

Love, your former best friend

#i love you #best friends #losing a friend #toxic friends #unsent letters #just little bits of poetry #i love you cap #if you ever read this thank you for being my friend #hopes and dreams #i hope you're happy #i hope you come back someday #maybe

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watchoutforthefanfics · 5 years

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Shortie

Inspired by this post.

@royalnerd829 I know you wanted this, and small Roman was just to precious to pass up.

Hope you don't mind I added a lil' ship in there. (*cough* LOGINCE *cough*)

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"Oh," Roman groaned, pouting, "-you've got to be kidding me."

On his cabinets highest shelf, was the icing he had been frantically searching for. For the past hour and a half.

Roman stared at it, squinting ever so slightly; as if he had mind powers to bring it down into his hands, to spare him from the embarrassment.

Virgil, the tallest, lankiest emo he knew, had been over that morning and probably had a scoop without asking.

Thing was, Roman didn't know if he had done it out of spite or just because of his constant appeared height.

Roman had really, really, really short legs, compared to everyone he hung out with, and he hated it with a burning passion.

So, as long as another person was in his apartment, Roman always wore a pair of significant height-atlering shoes.

Whether it be a pair of stilettos, thick-bottomed boots, wedges, or just heeled dress shoes, not a single person saw Roman without something adorning his feet.

And nobody ever asked about it either, which was pure bliss.

With all that being said, his barefooted self could not reach the shelf --not even on his tippy toes--.

"Princes are-" Roman pulled himself up onto the counter, "-elegant! What kind of "prince" has to get all up on the grimy counter, to reach the top shelf?"

Grabbing the icing, he chastised himself, "I'm much better than climbing on a counter. I am worth so much more than-"

A knock echoed throughout the house, it was quick, clear and precise without any hesitation or uncertainty.

It was calming sure, but it still made Roman jump and knocked the icing right out of his hands, busting it open onto his fantastic hardwood floors.

Roman growled at himself, sliding off the counter with a swift gesture and begrudgingly leaving the mess for future Roman to fix later.

Clearing his throat, he spoke with his normal tone, "Just a minute!"

Slipping on his --somehow heeled-- house shoes, he adjusted his hair ever-so-slightly and prepped for whoever had decided to visit his house at... 1:30 on the dot.

Opening the door, Roman was caught quite possibly by the most attractive man he had ever laid eyes on. He was tall (a big check on Roman's list), perfected hair, and rectangular glasses that captured his eyes --which were a deep, dark, ocean blue-- perfectly.

Roman was in a trance, this was quite possibly the best day of his entire life.

The man, who seemed a little confused, spoke, "Hello, I'm Logan. I believe we've been discussing plans on rental services? No?"

Roman furrowed his eyebrows, "Logan? Um, I'm not sure I've ever..."

He paused, this was the biggest romance cliché in the entire world, he was not going to lose this subtly elegant yet awkward man of his dreams: no, no.

"I don't think I've ever talked with you directly, I'm sure I would've remembered that face... but-" Roman gestured inside, "-please, do come in."

Logan pursed his lips, "Are you sure? If you're uncertain, I might just be at the wrong door. Which is easily fixabl-"

Roman tapped his chin, compromising, "How about, if you're comfortable with it, you just come in until we can figure that out? I can lead you in the right direction, if you wish."

Logan hummed, a little uneasy, Roman could tell by the fidget with his tie and how he kept adjusting the paper in his hands.

Roman chuckled, winking, "I don't bite, I promise."

Logan cleared his throat, "It would be beneficial, I suppose. As long as I'm not... intruding on so-"

"No, no-" Roman spoke, holding back his flirting because this situation didn't feel entirely appropriate for that, "-I'm not busy! We can work this out quite smoothly with the both of us, don't you think?"

Logan nodded, sitting where Roman had pointed earlier in the conversation; but not without handing him the paper that he had gotten for the shared rent.

Roman glanced over it, each word matching his apartment, him, his email address, and even right down to his phone number.

He arched a brow, trying to understand this; or rather, how this happened.

Just until, he got a ding on his phone; "Oh, I'm sorry, let me just-"

Emo Nightmare: yw, princey

Roman hummed, nodding, "So, all of this is accurate; I am Roman, this is apartment 134, and I do have an extra bedroom. But, I'm not the one who put up the signs. My friend, Virgil, did."

"Oh." Logan frowned, "So you're not looking for a roommate?"

Roman bit his lip, looking at the man before him: this is your chance for a lifetime of romance, just like the movies.

Come on, Roman! One cute roommate couldn't hurt, right?

"Not initially," Roman answered, "-but you're welcome to stay, if you'd like? We can work out our own plans, or go through what my friend suggested?"

Logan paused, "That would be satisfactory. If you don't mind, I have an inquiry."

"About the apartment? Or?" Roman asked, with a but hope on his tongue and a flirty smirk.

"Well," Logan continued, unbothered by Roman's advances, "-why would your friend get you a roommate? If you were fine on your own and didn't need to split the rent, what was his point per say?"

"I'd say either to prank me, or-" Roman smiled, "-because I kept complaining about my absence of romance for the past 3 years. He gets sick of listening to me talk about the Prince of my dreams, I'd assume."

Logan's ears burned bright red, "So... he found me to be a suitable --ahem-- partner for you?"

"I believe so," Roman smirked once more, "-and I have to say, he doesn't have bad taste."

"Anyway-" Logan cleared his throat, "let's get planning."

So, Roman had a cute new roommate, which was a plus; but he entirely shut down every advance Roman tried to make on him.

Well, that's what he thought he was doing; he couldn't really tell with Logan.

Logan was nice enough, a little uptight if he was really honest, but their personalities didn't tend to mend well at all.

Logan studied a lot, and he preferred peace and quiet when he did so, and Roman was a music/theater major and those two didn't mend well.

Still Roman found himself relishing in Logan's presence, drinking up all the deep morning voices and sparkling, passionate eyes he could.

With these feelings abound and arguments on the edge, Roman found himself in a bit of a predicament almost everyday. Because he had to wear shoes essentially every second of everyday.

Because Logan was hot, and there was no way that Roman was ever going to let a hot man ever see his true height. Ever.

He was supposed to be flirty and confident, how as he supposed to that at an astounding 5'2?

So, he had a pair of some type of shoe by his bed every morning; and kept his shoes on all throughout the apartment until he went to bed that night.

Logan hadn't said anything about it, which Roman was grateful for. He would die of embarrassment if Logan ever even so uttered the word "shoe" to him at this rate.

Just until and early morning, Roman tumbled out of bed slipping on whatever shoe he left by his side and wandering down into the kitchen.

He was specifically wanting something sweet, a bagel maybe? Pancakes? Waffles?

Just until a smell wafted into his nose, sweet and a subtle sense of savory; it had smelt like a diner you'd stop by because of all the good reviews.

It smelt... professional.

And sleepy Roman was entranced, so his feet kept moving and his nose led the way.

Thing was, Roman hadn't paid attention to which shoes he had adorned, and he hadn't been extra cautious with his steps because of it.

He got to the kitchen, squinting at the figure just across from him with a sense of curiousity and true childish wonder. Because god, did that smell good.

If that was Logan, he swore he would marry him on the sp-

"Greetings, Roman-" Logan hummed, barely flinching at the presence of his roommate, "-I didn't mean to wake you. I was going to let you know when it was all finished, so you didn't have to wait. As that seems not to be your... best quali-"

Roman interrupted, "No, no hush, Nerd Alert. You had something going there for you, just look hot and cook."

"I-" Logan's ears were bright red, as he sputtered to respond.

Ah yes, this was the best part about Logan, he was so easily flustered, Roman reminded himself, just quietly watching Logan cook, and he can cook. That's a plus.

Roman watched the sun frame his face, and his glasses fall just a tad bit farther down on his nose. It was truly, truly entrancing.

"Roman? As much as I imagine you enjoy staring at me without blinking for 5 minutes straight, I'd just like to let you kn-" Logan looked up at him and stopped, squinting at him for just a second.

Roman could've sworn that he was checking him out, which was incredibly... exciting. Until, he watched Logan's mouth quirk up, just as he focused on Roman's feet.

He was going to cry, to truly die of embarrassment; he hadn't even honestly remembered what shoes he put o-

Logan asked, quirking an amused brown, "Why... Why are you wearing hot pink stilettos with your silk robe at 7 in the morning?"

Roman bit his lip, shuffling slightly to the left behind a kitchen counter, "I-I have no idea what your talking about."

Logan smirked, and Roman felt himself go weak in the knees; he was confident, and Roman found that way, way too attractive.

"You know," Logan switched off the stove, with a stride towards Roman, "-it's kind of offensive that you'd believe me to be so... ignorant? I'm much smarter than you think."

Roman flushed, his heart practically bursting out of his chest, suddenly getting defensive, "I... I said no such thing. Tha-That's preposterous!"

Logan leaned in, "Don't play dumb, Princey. Since the moment I met you, you've never existed without a pair of heeled shoes. No matter what time of day, or what outfit..."

"I-It's just-" Roman stuttered, taking a few steps backward, "It's just a fashion statement. I don't even understand what you're proposing! Can you even- you don't have any evidence."

Logan was confident in every step he took, and Roman could feel the control slip from his fingers, "Roman, it's no use. I know you wear heels because you are incredibly short. There's truly nothing to hide."

"Pfft," Roman spoke, shakily, "-as i-if."

"It's a shame, truly-" Logan rolled his eyes, roaming in so close to Roman's face that he could feel him breath, "-that you don't embrace your height."

Roman was a little on edge, he wouldn't lie, but he was curious, so he asked, "Why is... that?"

Logan smiled, standing up straight again with a flirty gleam in his eye --Roman swore he was going to faint at this point--, as he walked just past him, "I've got quite the thing for those of short stature actually, shortie."

This was probably the first time Roman would ever be proud of his height; and it was only the beginning.

Who knew a guy you've been crushing on for months on end, could say one thing and change your whole world, huh?

#ts logince #platonic prinxiety #sanders sides fic #watchoutwriting #short roman #i love him

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