#eto apple

[brotherconstant]

FOUNDATION | S1 The Genetic Dynasty If the galaxy comes to believe their leaders are less than, rather than more than themselves, they may cease to follow. We are a glass vessel… spun with a fine hand. If the pressures inside start to swirl and we are not uniform… we may burst.

#foundationedit #foundation #foundation apple tv #brother dawn #brother day #brother dusk #eto demerzel #lee pace #terrence mann #cassian bilton #cooper carter #beegifs

[korekyane]

My Copic marker portrait of Demerzel from the Foundation TV adaptation is finally complete!!! I had so much fun drawing her costume, the designers for this show are just top notch.

Season 2 is destroying my brain, I had no choice but to draw about it! Scary pleated skirt lady thoughts only right now

✨ she will always be here, as she always has been ✨

#foundation #foundation apple tv #foundation season 2 #eto demerzel #demerzel #copic #copic markers #copic art #illustration #traditional art #artists on tumblr

[inthiskingdomwewillendure]

Recap to Foundation 2x07

Since i know from the tags to my gifs that many of you don't watch the show and given the fact that they finally picked up the peace, i decided to write a recap. Massive spoilers ahead...

We start with the general and his husband on their mission to find out what the foundation is up to. They get informed by their alien crew member that the mother of aliens that one of the three guys send on a mission by fake harry has offered her to join the foundation. Which she declines because she fears what empire will do to them if they rebel. So instead she brings him to the general husbands and a fight breaks out. He escapes thanks to more advanced technology and his pet who looks suspiciously like the one who attacks day in the trailer. The husbands reports this to day and demerzel who are not amused. They then talk about why they are not fighting empire and join the foundation themselves and the general says that the poor and the weak are the ones who would suffer most if empire falls and no order would replace him.

On to the cleons:

Day and Demerzel are breaking up because the wedding is ahead. Neither of them is happy about it. On to the future empress who watches tv with her handmaiden and laughs at days expression at her speech in the previous episode. They are interrupted by demerzel who escorts her to an fertillity examination. On the way there she confronts demerzel that she knows she is a robot and asks her if she serves her in the future which demerzel declines. In the examination room she starts nagging demerzel further and she snaps telling her that she was very much involved in her families demise. Later she tells day about her family and he listens but then tells her she should be grateful for him choosing her. She is later walking with dawn and asks him to be the father of her kids instead of day and they kiss.

Later in the audience chamber with all three cleons and demerzel. The two priests are brought before them and reveal a projection of fake harry who basicly declares war on empire. Day then tells him that he reads his theories in his youth and they are the reason he wants to end the cloning. He then tells demezel to inform the general husbands that they shall go to terminus and investigate the advanced technology.

Meanwhile salvor and gail are still with the shady as hell cult. They have been told that real harry has left. While he in reality has been drowned in a pool while being chained. Salvor finds him and gets drowned too. It's. Not confirmed that they are dead.

#foundation apple tv #foundation spoilers #foundation #brother day #eto demerzel #harry seldom #gailard sartain #salvor hardin #recap

[daneelsolivaw]

was looking up any potential new cast information for Foundation Season 2 and

#all true #asimov #foundation #foundation apple tv #lee pace #reblog if you’re a member of the Eto Demerzel team

[ivanartdraws]

Eto Yoshimura

#eto yoshimura #Eto #tokyo ghoul #tg:re #tokyo ghoul re #takatsuki sen #Apple

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I. "Do You Trust Me?"

"Trust" Series Masterlist

John "Bucky" Egan x WAC!Female Reader

A slight against one of your dearest friends causes you to act wildly out of character, and Bucky finds himself stepping up to save you as he realizes just what you mean to him after months of seemingly innocuous encounters.

Warnings: Language, Period Typical Sexism, References to Cheating, Reader Knees a Man in the Groin, Perceived Threats of Violence, Plenty of Kissing, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Rating - T.

Author’s Note: Well here we are, watching me write for this show before it's fully aired. Blame/credit to @precious-little-scoundrel and her anon for infecting my brain. Reader has an unnamed brother for sake of plot, no descriptions or y/n used. Events of this fic take place a few days before the horrific Regensburg mission. Also I recognize that WACs did not arrive in the ETO until July of 1943, this fact does not seem to have influenced Hanks/Spielberg so I shan't let it influence me either. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 4217

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The pub was crowded, as usual, and Bucky leaned back in his chair as Curt regaled their table with another one of his stories from Walla Walla. The press of uniform clad bodies, damp from the summer rain outside, created a humid atmosphere. But as he tipped the last few drops of Scotch whisky from his glass into his mouth, he was certain there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Buck had decided to sit this one out, wanting to catch up on his latest letter to Marge. His mouth ticked up at the corners as he reflected once again on how different he and his friend were from one another. Glancing at the bar while he contemplated fetching the next round, Bucky’s eyes widened as they fell on the last person he would ever expect to see in a pub. It took him a moment to recognize you in such an unusual environment, hair perfectly styled. He noted that you were even wearing makeup as your teeth sank into your brightly painted lower lip, wending your way through the crowd, clearly on a mission.

“Bucky are you even listening?” Curt chided with a sharp jab of his elbow into his upper arm.

“Yeah absolutely,” He nodded firmly, unable to take his eyes off you, “every word.” He tacked on as his gaze followed you across the room on your approach to the notorious flirt from 349th squadron, Arthur “Red” Jameson.

He was vaguely aware of the doubtful scoff his reply had earned as his eyes narrowed. Wasn’t your friend Mary rather serious about Red? Not that Red bothered limiting himself to any one woman, local or American – there were few limits that smug redhead put on his relations with the fairer sex. Perhaps that was why Bucky was feeling particularly annoyed with how close you had come to stand next to him at the bar. With the way you were smiling at him. You hardly ever smiled, had to be one of the most serious, reserved women he had ever encountered here in England or back home.

It was when you ducked your head to peer up at Red through your lashes that the realization hit him – you were fucking flirting with him. His fingers clenched tightly on his empty glass, fingertips blanched white as the strength of his grip drove the blood from the flesh there. A slow, knowing smile unfurled across Red’s face as he leaned in, his hand landing on your shoulder making Bucky’s teeth grind together almost painfully as he was flooded with proprietary rage.

The intensity of it startled him, made him take a sharp breath and relax his grip on the glass. Where in the hell had that come from?! The pair of you had spoken no more than a handful of times, simple interactions in the Operations Room of the Control Tower back when he was Air Exec, around the base, or most recently, that afternoon when you had lent him a copy of one of his favorite books, but it wasn’t like you were close. You were quiet, overshadowed by your boisterous friends Mary, Ruth, and that brunette whose name escaped him just then. They were always outgoing at dances while you did an excellent job of decorating the wall. It certainly was not like you were anything more than colleagues. Objectively that was the truth, however, as Bucky sat there watching you grin at that man…

The final straw came as your lips nearly brushed against Red’s ear, making that bastard’s eyes shoot wide, sending Bucky surging to his feet. He narrowly missed one of the low beams overhead as he glared across the crowded room at the cozy pair you and Red presented at the bar.

“Jesus Christ Bucky, did something jump up and bite your ass?!” Curt barked in surprise, the rest of the table laughing loudly in response.

Bucky barely heard them as his new vantage point allowed him a clear view of your knee colliding painfully with the apex of Red’s thighs, causing him to crumple against the bar as you bolted out the back door. Bucky stared after you, just as bewildered as Red’s friends, before they charged out the door in your wake.

“God dammit.” He muttered under his breath before climbing over his friends to make a dash for the front entrance of the pub, his cap clutched in his hand.

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Your Women’s Auxiliary Army Corp unit had arrived at Thorpe Abbots in late May, part of the first battalion of WAACs sent overseas. Assigned to the Eight Air Force, you had spent roughly a week with your British counterparts of the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force observing missions on other bases before it had come time to establish the base for the 100th.

Fast, accurate typing skills and a calm, quiet temperament had seen you promptly assigned as a clerk in the Operations Room, one of the tensest and most chaotic places on the entire base. Upon your arrival at training camp in Fort Des Moines, you had been adopted by a trio of far more outgoing women – Mary from Miami, a sun-kissed blonde who managed to look that way no matter what the weather; Ruth from Pittsburgh, a black-haired beauty who was manufactured from the steel her hometown was known for; and Violet from Savannah, a brunette who elongated every vowel like the southern belle she was.

Why they chose to waste any of their precious time on you was as much as mystery to you in England as it had been in Iowa, and yet any time you tried to convince them you would be perfectly happy sitting out a dance in your barracks with a book instead, they were adamant you attend. Bodily removed you from your cot to join them – not that you were one for dancing, even with the most handsome of airmen. And that title would most certainly have to be bestowed upon Major John Egan. Perhaps a bit of a rogue and more-often-than-not a little too deep into his cups, there was something undeniably charming about him. A magnetism that drew every woman on the base, and from across all of East Anglia, to him. The handsome devil knew it, too. Of course he did, that was, alas, also part of his charm.

Your trio of outgoing friends had gravitated toward him immediately, traded their fair share of coy looks and dances with him while you looked on quietly from the sidelines. He never really seemed to form that deep a connection with any of them, with any woman for that matter, but that did not deter the female population from trying to be the one to catch his eye for a bit of fun. It was during the long hours of the 100th’s first mission, while he was still serving as Air Exec, that you’d had your first occasion to speak to the man directly.

In the middle of one of the tense periods of waiting for news, he had poked his head into the office to see if anything had come across the teletype or wireless and you had looked up, meeting his eye. He was wearing his sheepskin coat, a striking combination of ivory and cognac colored leather that would have honestly looked absurd on anyone else, yet on him just seemed to belong over his dress uniform.

“Can I help you, Major Egan?” You had asked, fingers poised above your typewriter as you paused your progress in typing up a report for Colonel Huglin.

He had looked at you, startled a moment. “I was convinced you might actually be unable to speak. Glad to know I was wrong. It’s Bucky by the way. Just checking if there were any updates?”

“We’ll be sure to get them to you as soon as we have them, sir.” You had replied professionally, trying to ignore the warmth unfurling beneath your breastbone at having his attention directly solely upon you.

“That’s all I can ask then, thank you.” He had winked before slipping out of the room and heading back towards the plotting map.

It had not taken long for a series of updates to arrive, both by radio and over the teletype and being the highest-ranking clerk in the office, third officer, it was your duty to run them out to him. Grabbing both sheets of paper, you had quickly made your way across the room, startled to find him striding towards you, meeting you halfway. “Here you are Major Egan.”

“Touchdown.” He had grinned and taken them over to review with the others as you had hurried back to your office, gnawing on the inside of your cheek to hide your smile.

You had been admittedly saddened when he had been demoted to squadron commander of the 418th after Colonel Harding assumed command of 100th. For selfish reasons, certainly – your interactions had become increasingly limited after this point – but also because it meant he was more frequently put into harm’s way. Every time he went up in a fort, you found focusing on the job at hand more and more difficult. Unlike the ground crews or the brass, it was not looked upon kindly for the WACs to go running outside to see which forts had come back. Which airmen were injured. Sometimes it would take hours for you to confirm that he was all right, and only then by way of hearsay.

You had still run into Major Egan from time to time, while walking with your group of friends to the WAC mess for dinner – by mid-July you were now serving in the Women’s Army Corp as a 2nd Lieutenant, or after meetings in the Operations Room when he was not flying missions. But the longest conversation you ever had was during one of your breaks earlier that very afternoon. It was an uncharacteristically sunny day, and with no mission in progress you had decided to take your coffee break outside, behind the control tower, sitting on one of the benches the ground crew had built out of scrap wood.

Before you had enlisted, your brother had bought you a copy of his favorite book, one he had never let you read before because you were ‘just a kid’ but now that you were old enough to sign up for the service yourself, he had decided you could have your own copy. With just two pages left, it seemed the perfect way to break up the morbid tallies you had been typing up in the grim office upstairs, and you had just finished the final sentence when a shadow fell over you.

“Now how did you get a copy of my favorite book?”

You had lifted your eyes quickly, squinting slightly into the bright sun that shone from behind him, to see Major Egan standing there.

“Major Egan. You like Guys and Dolls, sir?” You had asked, startled.

“How many times do I gotta tell you it’s Bucky.” He had stepped out of the sunlight to sit beside you carefully. “I love everything by Damon Runyon. Which story did you like the best?” He had leaned in curiously.

Pursing your lips to think over the collection of stories you had just finished, you smiled briefly as the answer came to you. “’Madame La Gimp.’ Where they pass off the bag lady –”

“As a society matron! Yes!” Major Egan chimed in, laughing as he nodded in agreement.

“What…about yours?” You had swallowed, unable to stop yourself.

“God, I haven’t read this book in forever…” he had reached out for it, and you had set it in his hands easily.

He had sucked his teeth in thought as he turned it over in his broad hands. “It’s gotta be a tie between ‘Blood Pressure’ and ‘Hold ‘Em Yale’…ah but ‘Lemon Drop Kid’ is excellent, too.” As he had spoken, he had begun to gesture with the book to emphasize his words, making you press your lips together fondly.

“You can borrow it if you’d like.” You had blurted out before you could stop yourself. “Give me a definitive answer once you’ve read it again.”

Major Egan had looked to you quickly. “Really? But what if…how will I know to get it back to you?” He had raised an eyebrow.

“My name’s on the front page.” You had nodded reassuringly but swallowed tightly as he opened the cover as if to confirm it for himself.

“‘Hey Sis,’” He had begun to read the inscription he found there, bringing your brother’s words to life, “‘lighten up, would you? You don’t have to be so damned serious all the time. See you on the other side.’” He had paused a moment before his eyes had met yours, caught you watching him, before you quickly looked down at the grass at your feet. “Where is he?” he had asked quietly.

“On a ship in the Pacific, somewhere.” You had replied softly, finding each blade of grass infinitely fascinating.

“Are you sure–” He had begun to ask before the sound of your name being called by your very impatient Captain, a woman even Major Egan knew not to waylay, interrupted the peaceful afternoon.

You had leapt to your feet. “You’ll get it back to me.” You had nodded and rushed back inside, believing every word of it.

You had seriously contemplated sharing your encounter with at least Ruth, the more level-headed of your friends, knowing she was the least likely to conflate the exchange with a marriage proposal. But as you returned to your barracks that night, you frowned deeply to find Mary in tears on her cot. After much soothing and rocking in your arms, she finally managed to open up, sharing what had gotten her so upset.

“It’s Red…I caught him out back necking with one of those doughnut truck girls…” She hiccupped and dabbed at her nose with her hanky.

“Oh Mary, I’m so sorry.” You frowned, smoothing her hair back from her forehead.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I let that creep talk me into sleeping with him!” She wailed, fresh tears boiling over onto her cheeks as she sagged onto your shoulder, sobbing anew.

Every muscle in your body tensed as her outburst sunk in, the depth of his betrayal fully registering as Vi and Ruth returned from the end of their shifts in the weather office and Mary launched herself into their arms to fill them in as well. The level of pure fury that seized your body was utterly foreign to you and, unlike the descriptions you had encountered in literature to date, felt utterly icy in your veins. As your friends gently coaxed Mary to the latrines to get herself cleaned up, you hung back, a plan formulating quickly in your mind. Your life without these women would have been lonely, all but intolerable, and this transgression against one of them could not go unanswered. You could not look at yourself in the mirror if you did nothing.

Digging quickly through Mary’s belongings, you found her most alluring shade of lipstick, carefully but efficiently applying it to your lips before unpinning and redoing your hair into a more fashionable shape rather than the more utilitarian style you normally wore. Lastly you added a flick of mascara to your eyelashes and rouge to your cheeks. All this was accomplished using the tiny mirror Vi had set up on the shelf beside her bed. Nodding once in satisfaction, for it was truly the best you could do in a solo effort, you darted out the door, lipstick tube in your pocket for reapplications, if necessary. The cad would never see it coming from you, you just needed to figure out a way to get close enough.

Fortunately, the years you had spent on the sidelines watching the three masters of feminine wiles at work had afforded you quite the education. It was only a matter of finding the perpetrator to enact your revenge. You located him in the second pub you visited, taking a slow breath as your eyes sought him out in the crowded, humid space. The rain had thankfully stopped before your foray out into the night, though the streets remained wet, and you had taken the time to refresh your lipstick and tidy your hair before stepping inside. Your heart began to race as your veins flooded with adrenaline.

‘Easy now. Slow and smooth like Mary, give him that flirty smile she’s famous for.’ You thought to yourself.

As his eyes met yours it was all you could do not to wince back in disgust – you were going to need to hide your dislike better.

‘Pretend he’s someone else. Who would you like him to be?’

You gulped shyly, teeth sinking into your lip at the thought of applying these skills to Major Egan, noting that Red seemed immediately more receptive as you slid up beside him where he stood at the bar.

“Evening, Red.” You smiled at him broadly, swallowing nervously as he echoed the expression warmly.

“Well good evening to you too. You escaped the base.” Red teased you.

You faked a giggle and tilted your head down before flicking your eyes to look up at him through your lashes, something Vi had weaponised to great effect on many an occasion. You tried not to shout in triumph as Red’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, leaning in closer.

“Can I buy you a drink, sugar?”

“Actually…” You smiled coyly before leaning in close to his ear, taking a slow breath before dropping all pretense from your tone. “Mess around with one of my friends again and I’ll cut it off.” You snarled into his ear before driving your knee into his groin as sharply as the straight lines of your uniform skirt would allow, slipping out of his grip as he slouched over the bar with a cry of pain.

You longed to bask in his suffering, in your triumph, but you also recognized you had to get out of there before the consequences of your actions found you. Spying a door propped open to a back alley over Red’s crumpled torso, you made a dash through the stunned corner of the pub and out into the night, pausing a moment before turning to the left, hoping it was the correct direction. You certainly wished you knew your way around town a little better.

Your heart was pounding so hard you were worried it might burst through the front of your WAC jacket as you neared the main street but there was an increasing ruckus behind you – surely Red’s friends in hot pursuit. Suddenly Major Egan appeared in front of you, seemingly out of nowhere, and grabbed your arm, pulling you around a corner and down a smaller alleyway.

“Do you trust me?” He asked quickly, glancing back towards the approaching sound of voices as he shuffled you backward, closer to the brick wall of the building behind you.

You nodded at him, speechless, breathing heavily from your flight. Your uniform cap felt precarious where it was perched on your rapidly falling hairstyle. Major Egan’s aftershave was flooding your senses due to his sheer proximity.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He whispered as his eyes met yours, his own cap at a dangerous angle atop his dark curls, defying gravity.

He shifted forward to crowd your space, your eyes shooting wide as his forearms lifted to press against the wall on either side of your face, body shielding you from view. He bowed his head to press his lips against yours softly, making your eyelids flutter closed, doing nothing to slow the erratic beating of your heart. He tasted a little bit like whiskey, which had reminded you of gasoline the few times you’d had the misfortune of sipping it, but on his plush lips, it was not so bad.

Your hands balled into fists in the olive drab fabric of your skirt, heat painting its way across your cheeks and down your neck as the coarse hair that decorated his upper lip brushed against your skin. It was all too tempting to lose yourself in the feeling of him surrounding you, protecting you, kissing you. Reality reared its ugly head, making you inhale sharply through your nose as you heard the crowd of men stampede right past you muttering angrily.

“That damn cold fish from operations…”

“Who the fuck does she think she is?!”

“No wonder she ain’t got nobody.”

Pulling back from his lips, you frowned down at your brown uniform shoes, still hidden within the cage of his arms.

“Hey…” He murmured, bowing his head to nudge your nose with his, drawing your gaze back up as you swallowed shyly at the tender gesture. “Don’t listen to ‘em.” He urged you, his blue eyes so very dazzling and disarming at this range, even in the dim light of black-out conditions.

“I…It’s ok,” you breathed as you shook your head. “I know I’ll never be…” you furrowed your brow, not even sure what word you were searching for.

“Anything other than perfect, doll?” His lopsided grin was devastating, made it hard to breathe, though that may have also been his continued proximity. He leaned in for another kiss, but you lifted a shaky hand to press against his shoulder.

“Th…they’re gone you don’t have to pretend…” You murmured sadly, shifting to stand, but he did not move an inch, his breath brushing against your cheeks.

“I’m going to kiss you now because I want to, doll.” He murmured, eyes tracing over your face while giving you a moment to respond.

You were, however, frozen, staring at him again and so he pressed his lips firmly to yours, making your fingers curl slightly around the lapel of his uniform jacket. He hummed softly in response, pressing you back against the wall as he slanted his mouth tighter to yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. Shivering at the heat of his palms against your skin, you slowly lifted your other hand from your skirt, stretching it towards him, letting it hover between you tentatively.

He dropped his right hand from your cheek to guide your arm around his waist before sliding his own hand to splay against your lower back, drawing a whimper from your throat as you arched slightly.

He pulled back from your lips, chest heaving. “Christ, doll, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Bucky?” You whispered, confused by his statement, finding it difficult to think clearly.

Bucky groaned and kissed you fiercely, licking at the seam of your lips, sliding his tongue to yours the instant you parted your lips for him. Toes curling in your shoes, you found yourself mewling into his mouth wantonly until he wrenched back suddenly, hand cupping the back of your head as he hugged you tightly into his chest. The sound of voices eventually registered in your addled brain – Red’s friends returning from their failed attempt to find you.

“If I had known all I had to do was kiss you senseless to get you to use my name…” Bucky teased once the coast was clear, panting into your hair.

You giggled against his throat, your own chest heaving as he loosened his hold on you. Your cap tumbled to the ground, fully dislodged by his attentions.

“It’s a burden I’m willing to bear.” He smirked, pressing his lips to your exposed forehead. “Let’s get you back to your barracks. What are you doing out here all dolled up kneeing idiots like Red in the goods anyway?” He asked as he bent to retrieve your cap, dusting it off and placing it in your outstretched hand before turning to slide his arm around your shoulders, leading you toward the main road.

You huffed with a frown as you walked with him, putting your cover back into place snuggly, crushing your once-stylish hair. “I didn’t appreciate the way he treated Mary.”

Bucky smirked at you “Your brother is right you know, you really do need to lighten up…you can just call him a good-for-nothing and be done with it. No need to write a formal treatise on his behavior.”

His lips stretched into a grin as that pulled another laugh from you. You turned to look at him properly and gasped.

“Bucky you have lipstick all over –”

“Perfect” He nodded proudly, cocky grin on his lips, and made no move to clean up his face, while you quickly wiped at yours, knowing you would have to face your barrack-mates. “Next time you go on an attack mission you let me know, alright, doll? I’ll fly on your wing anytime.” He winked at you, and you bit your lip shyly.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You swallowed and stopped walking, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek softly.

As you pulled back, Bucky flexed the arm he still had slung about your shoulders, hauling you in for another heart-stopping kiss, your hands coming to rest against his chest. You had a feeling that the rather lengthy walk back to base was only going to become exponentially longer and found you really did not mind at all.

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Read Part Two - "Just Had To Trust You."

"Trust" Series Masterlist

#john egan x reader #bucky egan x reader #john egan fic #john egan imagine #mota fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction

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002 Kaneki :)

How I feel about this character: a vehicle for eto to get hitched to an extremely flawed individual who i love to put in situations, like a fish trying to breathe on land. very easy to write and has the great misfortune of being relatable

All the people I ship romantically with this character: one eto on a silver platter. stuffs an unpeeled apple into her mouth osteoporosis, kaneki-kun!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Touka and/or Hinami! They're his primary support system in my eyes (also Hide, but I like girls more)

My unpopular opinion about this character: idk about “unpopular” but he should get punched in the face more for being a piece of shit.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: him having a positive conversation with haise! like an inversion of the creation of reaperneki, where haise and kaneki merge into one and are better off for it.

my OTP: lol

my cross over ship: none

a headcanon fact: his favorite non-japanese book is frankenstein by mary shelley :D

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thanks for the ask!

#tg #tokyo ghoul #ken kaneki #ask

[amoneki-ramblings]

oh and also idk if the amoneki blog is the place to ask but can u tell me about ur opinion of eto :]

OH HELL YEAH !!!! I should've clarified, I'm cool with asks for anything/anyone, unfortunately I might not have as much to say for some characters/ships since. I'm still getting through the manga orz but I'd down to discuss anyone!!

Also sidenote but thank you for sending two asks?? I'm answering this one first since the amoneki ask will take me. A while. But also I read this and immediately went "eto !!! eto holy shit it's her!!" so I must get the energy out (and hope it's coherent)

How I feel about this character:  Goddd Eto is so fucking Cool as a character. She has so many things I absolutely Love in one character. She's an absolute monster in terms of power, eldritch-like, she is a horror beyond anyone's comprehension and I love her so much for that. When she made her first (I think) big appearance in :re (Volume 5. The Kanae Scene) I loved her sooo much more I love her fucked up-ness, I love her Apple and God Thing and 'breaking down people's idols and becoming their god' because I Love religious symbolism. She's so ominous and formidable and she has such a fucking presence, it's amazing, yet at the same time we still see the same loneliness in her that's prevelant in the majority of Tokyo Ghoul, but maybe even moreso. Throughout the series it's shown how important parents and family are and how they've shaped the characters and give them drive (especially considering almost nobody has both parents. alive, and it effects everyone So Much it's a constant theme.) And obviously Eto couldn't really. Have that. At all. And it fucked her up definitely. The loneliness is overshadowed by. The Monstrosity (which makes sense of course, because that loneliness also brews Hatred for the world) but it also cuts through in things like her writing as Takatsuki Sen (which Kaneki obviously picks up on and relates to), the way it shines through when she's able to deconstruct others' desires and wills and suffering (after all, one must experience suffering themself to truly understand someone else's), and the slight respite with Aogiri (man. I wish to know more of her dynamics with the members/executives so bad) god I love her so much, she also has such a cool character design I'm in love with it, I can't wait to see her even more in :re.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:  Hmm since she hasn't made too many major appearances with individual characters so far none really yet? However I feel like I may grow very intrigued in etoken, two people that share loneliness, they're also a little fucked up I think they could be interesting together (I'm certain they're gonna interact more later also i've seen. the eyeball scene (on accident) and honestly yeah that's my kinda Weirdness))

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Again I want to see more of her appearances/interactions with others more first !! But I'd honestly be happy just to see her interact with the other Aogiri executives more, it's pretty entertaining and it's definitely my kinda thing

My unpopular opinion about this character:  I guess I wouldn't really know if anything I thought is considered unpopular haha, I just kinda like her all around okay?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Well, currently I just want to see her more in general, although I think seeing more of the ways she can totally screw with people would be great, she is so Psychological Horror and I fully support it

my OTP: Again, none yet but there may be Something on the horizon

my cross over ship: Honestly I don't really have any crossover tg ships

a headcanon fact: I am taking this opportunity to increase the religious undertones tenfold. She can pull out So many bible references on the fly (that a lot of people probably don't get) and definitely weaves them throughout her writing (Kaneki canonically knows things from the bible, more than the average person at least, so he would absolutely pick up on them). I think she'd have some very interesting thoughts about the bible and what it says about humanity and the idea of God itself, and she definitely owns one somewhere

Hopefully that wasn't too long orz Anyways yes I see Eto in my inbox and I jump up and down in excitement I don't have a coherent list of favorite characters but she is definitely Somewhere in there and I'd let her rip my limbs off anyday Eto my beloved

#asks #ipsen #tokyo ghoul #tg #eto yoshimura #yoshimura eto #i told myself this would be so much shorter to answer which is why i tackled this ask first but it's been like 40 minutes. oh boy #any character that has a lot of religious undertones immediately gets bonus points and bias in my book #(you'll never guess what other characters i like) #anyways eto has so many small details and layers to her and they're sad and lonely but also fucked up and angry #and it's everything i could ever want in a character #absolutely amazing splendid i am such a fan

[brotherconstant]

FOUNDATION (2021-) “I don't forget anything or anyone. Empire is always on my mind.” 

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[srbachchan]

DAY 5216(i)

Jalsa, Mumbai               May 26,  2022               Thu 10:42 AM

Unethical un professional be the terms of the (i) this morn .. disturbing because there is deliberate desire to be in a ‘chalta hai’ form .. चलता है  .. 

No buddy ..

that is not right and it shall be addressed with consequences .. not against any, but within .. there shall be a voice , a need to tell .. 

Don’t employ me , don’t give me work .. do not connect .. but to ‘take for granted’ .. that at the cost of even not getting work ever, is fine ..

🤣🤣🤣

ahhhhhhhh .. the blessings of the previous lap top after the harsh words last night for the other .. Apple is going to hate me .. but I still use all else Apple .. सेब अभी भी मीठा है  🤣🤣🤣  !!

so the strength of Indian Cinema plays world wide .. 

look .. 

AAA in Israel ..

so for the fans in Israel .. my gratitude and love .. 

this eternally loved film .. 45 years on and it still resonates .. blessed  ❤️❤️❤️

Ok off to work .. more prep for the next KBC .. and the expectant love and patronage .. 

More later at night .. some serious creatives to work on tonight at Saptaswar .. apprehensive and butterflies and the largest animals in the gut .. !!! playing about in fun and the container - my stomach - their playing field .. 😩😩😩

alright alright I know this is getting to be boring ..

so .. au revoir .. or as they say in French .. चलते हैं भैया ! or a more pleasant in Bengali  .. abaar dekha hobe .. shall see you again .. aaujo .. me yeto /eto ..

sorry just getting carried away  ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[brotherdusk]

“You’ve never heard of Eto Demerzel?” “Never.” “Cleon’s alter ego — Cleon’s brain — Cleon’s evil spirit. He’s been called all those things — if we confine ourselves to the nonvituperative.”

#FINALLY happy with this! #foundation 2021 #demerzel #eto demerzel #laura birn #foundation apple tv #foundation #tvedit #scifiedit #bgifs

[uriekukistan]

Any Eto headcanons?

the last ask i answered i said she was probably a polyglot who speaks like twelve languages…well speak is a bit inaccurate. not that she’s not fluent in the languages, because she is, just that she only learns languages to read books in other languages, so she never speaks them out loud.

she definitely has this set up going on on nights she has time to relax

yes with the titty candles. she’s got the best scented bubble bath too with matching scented candles.

and yes i have a theory she can eat human food (evidence: when she ate that apple while mentally destroying karren) so she does either really elaborate cheese boards or orders food in when she does this. depends on how lazy she’s feeling. (or just a whole human leg. yk.)

also i think she buys a lot of random home decor w titties like sculptures vases etc

#sorry these were kinda short omg #tokyo ghoul :re #tokyo ghoul #tgre #eto yoshimura

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Pre-Game Beats - Selections from Boom Bap Crew Vol. 1

Talk Break Inst. - "Finger Tips" - Kuartz

"The Lesson" - Emskee x MiLKCRATE ft. DJ Jon Doe

"Pedal To The Floor" - Tha God Fahim & Cookin Soul

"More Of The Raw" - Da Flyy Hooligan (prod. DJ Rhettmatic)

"Move " - Crotona P x Sinamatik ft. Rico Blox

"Hero" - Masta Ace & Marco Polo ft. Inspectah Deck

Talk Break Inst. - "Forget About Me" - Kuartz

"Murderers' Row" - Reef The Lost Cauze ft. Dillon, Miggs Sonny, Saleem Oxygeen & DJ Skipmode

"Late 90's (DK Remix)" - PR Dean ft. Copywrite, Heleos, King Nova & Messiah Kaine

"Molly" - Tame One & Parallel Thought ft. Aesop Rock & Breeze Brewin

"Man Down" - Napsndreds

"Talk Is Cheap" - Crisis ft. Eto

Talk Break Inst. - "Stay" - Kuartz

"Macys Lo Section" - Jay Royale  feat. Nym Lo (prod. Crown, cuts DJ Eclipse)

"Must Don't Know" - IamGAWD & Clypto ft. Rufus Sims

"Blood In Blood Out" - Bozack Morris ft. Asun Eastwood & Lex Talionis

"Mystery Science Theater" - HiDEF x Estee Nack ft. Raz Fresco

"Washed Ashore" - Waterr X Wavy Da Ghawd

"Dwayne Johnson" - Chuck Chan x Squeegie Oblong

"Lion Vs. Panther" - Crimeapple & Preservation 

"Whats Today Math?" - Al.Divino

"1 Way Ticket" - Forever Pavot & XP The Marxman

Talk Break Inst. - "Ain't No Way" - Kuartz

"Love Stinks" - The J. Geils Band

"Big Beat" - Billy Squier

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[dnangelic]

@kirakiras asked : ∧,,,∧ （ ・ω・）hi. 　 ( つ🕯️O 　 と＿)_) i have to send this back of course, if you'll take it u_u if they have thoughts // send me 🕯️ to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

' ... i don't get her . ' and maybe that's where everything both started and ended , his very own utter speechlessness over her person and her behaviors . far beyond every failed initial flirtation was the deep mystery of her function ; just what sort of idea was he meant to have of her , anyways ? somebody who hadn't the first clue over his identity and didn't express the slightest interest in his heists or escapades . someone who had slowly come to recognize him regardless .

--- or was that just another trick of the mind ?

what sensation that had begun to be fostered at the thought of her was nothing like one-sided loathing . he understood his role and its every limitation : the only thing he could ever do was impress and imprint , but mimiko seemed largely immune to that sort of thing . the careful craft of a phantom thief legend collapsed at her feet , and while she hadn't so much as attempted to dismantle it by herself , it left its bearer at a vanishing loss . we're still at such different ends , after all .

candy apple crafts and the simplicity of wanting to , then wearing a particular shirt . he couldn't even imagine it , living like that , the purpose of an artwork's existence one of both witness and witnessing ; the self-chosen purposes of his own shallow and vacant beyond grand , spectacular night-time thefts . yet even if she seemed the sort to be readily capable of both listening and thinking beyond her otherwise denied sights and attentions , dark would never speak of his various circumstances ; no part of him wished to be pondered .

was it better , thus , to be nothing more than a vanishing stranger or a brief , fleeting dream ? he doesn't know why he might have craved an ounce of her gaze in the first place . just as he was sure that he was to her , she should have been nothing more than one person to him . and yet , it was still the first time that anything like this had ever happened . maybe that was why --- the hungry echoes and dissatisfied pangs of his empty insides worsened .

( dark ... are you okay ? )

' i feel like i'm getting mixed messages . '

( huh ? from eto-san ? but --- i don't think it's anything that complicated . is it because of the apple ? you gave her candy , so it's only right that she gave you something back too , isn't it ? although ... she did put some of what you gave her into the candy that she gave to me ... )

' that's exactly why --- ! ... ugh , forget it . in any case , as long as you're there , everything should be fine . '

( wha --- me ?! but what am i supposed to do ?! )

' just be yourself , daisuke ! i'm counting on you ! '

#kirakiras #*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #CANON. #dark dissecting every single interaction up to date vs kimi watching dark's feather blow away in the wind and singing to herself about unag #dichotomy. i think. #somewhere in there. #LGKJFKJGNFJLJGLFKJGFKJ #HE'S SO NOOOOOO DON'T BE IMMUNE TO MY THEATRICS AND MY REPUTATION IT'S ALL I HAVE. WITHOUT IT HE'S NOTHINGGGG #HE CAN'T UNDERSTANDDDDDD #how could u not know who he is but still do nice things for him. tht doesnt make sense

[jopetkasi]

wtf?

this friend of mine called me around 4:30 in the morning since according to him “na overcharge mo ako ng 40 pesos sa shakeshak” 

to think he is a medical doctor, comes from a family of doctors and take note, they own a polyclnic....

sige, fine wag nalang yun. 

can’t the 40 pesos wait? i mean calling me at early dawn for that amount?  kayo how would you feel?

eto pa.. he was invited at a dinner party recently and the host asked us to order the meal we want. so my friends and i decided to go with the least expensive pasta dish and a drink because that is how it should be... you know, one has to be considerate with the host (unless he asks us to order more) 

but this guy is one for the books.  on top of the appetizers and side meals served, he ordered soup, a main meal, an apple drink and had tea. I should know, I was seated beside him....

Okay lang kung inubos nya lahat. pero dahil sa dami ng kinain nya, he was not able to eat the meal he ordered and instead had it wrapped to go. 

that is way uncool, bro. 

and eto pa, knowing that the brother of the host is a medical doctor, he approached the guy who just came from hospital duty, to ask him if he will be interested to invest doon sa hospital they are constructing sa East Avenue! 

tangina talaga. 

i mean i am not expecting people to be paragons of virtue and manners, but konting finesse naman diba?

ps...

he thought i was just translating english to spanish sentences. he was fcuking surprised I speak spanish, fluent. punyeta talaga. 

[asknarashikari]

Daiji: You know, Nitoh-san, it was lucky that Fenix was investigating the area.

Nitoh: You really saved me there.

Daiji: Here’s the curry I asked Sakura to make.

Daiji: *eyes widen as Nitoh slathers mayonnaise over the rice and curry*

Daiji: Eto… Nitoh-san? Why are

Nitoh: Say no more, I know you want some.

Nitoh: Here’s I’ll feed you the first bite.

Sakura: *exits the kitchen and sees mayonnaise slathered on the curry and Rice.

Sakura: *yelling* EEEEEEEEEEEEH?!

Sakura: What are you doing to the Curry?!

Nitoh: I’m putting Mayonnaise on it?

Sakura: What? Why wou-

Nitoh: Okay, say no more, I know you want to try it.

Sakura: Like hell I would?!

Sakura: Dai-chan? Why are yours and Ikki-nii’s senpais such weirdoes?

Daiji: We’ve been asking the same question ourselves, Sakura.

Daiji: I prefer Souma-san’s preference towards Plain Sugar Donuts.

Daiji: Even if he’s lazy in getting one.

Thing is... I don't think they'd even be that surprised, really. Japanese have a knack for putting really strange things in their curry. Like ketchup, worcestershire sauce and cream (all at once).

Even the curry roux blocks that they use come with "flavors" like apple or honey if you prefer a milder taste, and different levels of heat. There's seasonal flavors too, like sakura in the spring. I once went to a supermarket when I was in Tokyo and ended up spending a few minutes just staring confused at the whole aisle of curry roux and instant curry.

So yeah... Kousuke mixing mayo into curry... might actually be kinda one of the most normal things he does with it.

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