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behidethetrees · 8 months

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HOLD MY HEART, ITS BEATING FOR YOU ANYWAY.

IN WHICH… You’re ethans dream girl!

Pairing: Ethan landry x Fem! Reader

Contents: non-gf! Ethan, Reader is bffs with Tara and Anika <3, Chad is definitely Ethan’s biggest hypeman, This is set in the 2000s!!

THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! my blog got deleted so I have to re-upload all my fics :( but nonetheless enjoy!!

HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR YEAR 2005 ;

Ethan has had his eye on you for a while.

Since junior year of high school when you asked him for the algebra notes, he's been completely infatuated with you. He had daydreamed about you and everything he would do for you once you became his.

He was so sure you two would tie the knot soon that he started to plan your future together. He dreamed about having a big house with two cats, a good-paying job so he can spoil you, maybe even kids. But he couldn't have any of that if he hadn't talked to you yet.

he decided to take matters into his own hands, He was going to talk to you. He thought of all the different ways he would approach you But every time he tried, Once he got close enough to you, he would always back down because of how nervous you made him.

Ethan felt as if you were getting farther from him Until one day when you asked for the notes again…

"I- uhm, can tutor you if you want." Ethan blurts out

"tutor me? You think I'm stupid?" you said in that sickly sweet voice of yours which, at that moment, didn't feel all too sweet.

"NO!, oh God uhm-no that's not what I meant. I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that, It's just uh we have a test soon so I didn't know if-" Ethan started to ramble. He had fantasized about you for too long to let you slip away. He wasn't going to let it happen.

"I'm just fucking with you, here's my number." you laugh as you tear a piece of paper from your notebook and grab Ethan's pen from his hand.

Ethan was sure he was seeing hearts around his vision. Ethan had made YOU laugh, Ethan's heart was pumping out of his chest. As you handed him the paper, smiled, and thanked him he had to force himself not to kiss you right then and there.

Every tutor session ended with you two just talking and getting to know each other. Ethan studied you. he memorized what you liked, didn't like, your favorite foods, the shows you liked, everything you told him he would remember.

As you two became closer, Ethan became more and more devoted to you. You two went shopping? He’d carry your bags. Out for food? He’d pay. Simply walking towards a door? He’d hold the door open for you. You had started to consider Ethan a best friend and that made Ethan's stomach hurt with excitement.

When you introduced Ethan to the group, of course, Chad took a quick liking in him, So much so they're now roommates at Blackmore. Ethan would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of Chad at first. How close you guys were, how comfortable, How much trust you put in him, Everybody loved Chad and his personality, Chad had a higher chance of being with you than Him Ethan thought, and something about that made Ethan's jaw clench harder every time, But he would never admit this.

BLACKMORE UNIVERSITY, SOPHMORE YEAR 2008;

When you got that text from Ethan, Tara grabbed your pink flip phone and freaked out.

“Oh my god! y/n you HAVE to accept this!” Tara yelled as she grabbed your shoulders and shook you.

“Why this restaurant though? Why does he want to go that far out for food?” You said with too much obliviousness that it hurt everyone in the room.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Anika started “ He likes you! He's taking you to a fancy dinner to tell you, There's no other reason why he would want you to go that far out for a hamburger!”

“I don't think he does though, I think he likes that girl in our econ class” You said, The thought of that makes your heart hurt. You had liked ethan for awhile, He was so kind and attentive, If you asked him for help, He would be there in a heartbeat. He treated you with so much respect and gentleness you knew no one else could give you like he did.

“Jill? Are you kidding? You're so blind.” Tara says “Well he looks at her sometimes-” You start getting defensive.

“She sits in front of him Y/N. I promise you he doesn't like her, if he does he's an idiot!” Tara yells.

Anika agrees with a loud yeah!

“Whatever but I still don't think he likes me, we're just friends.” In your gut, you knew that was a lie but you kept telling yourself it wasn't.

“He has heart eyes every time he looks at you y/n. He's definitely in love with you.” Anika said, Tara laughs.

The whole afternoon Tara and Anika helped you get ready and pick out what to wear. You all decided on a y/f/c colored dress with some dark shoes. Tara straighten your hair and Anika did your nails and picked out your perfume.

“He's gonna be more in love with you than he already is!” Tara says, You laugh as Tara and Anika hug you.

Ethan was sitting in the booth of a fancy restaurant that was quite the drive from Blackmore. Chad had finally convinced Ethan to ask you out and when you agreed, Chad's plan was finally in motion. Ethan smelled like Chad's cologne and was dressed in expensive clothes Chad had brought him, a baby blue collared shirt with grey dress pants. Ethan's curls were somehow curlier and out of his face, he looked like a ‘million bucks’ according to Chad.

As you walk in you noticed a group of three sitting to the left of the entrance, All dressed in black, sunglasses, and their hair covering their faces, One of them looked like Anika, You almost laughed. What you didn't notice was Ethan's eyes going wide as he saw you walk in. How his blood started rushing and his heart was about to explode.

“Hey y/n!’ Ethan awkwardly gets up from his seat, He puts his hands on your waist to pull you into a hug.

“Hey Ethan.” you say as you lean into his touch, placing your arms around his neck. It was a short but an effective hug. You too, were now nervous.

As Ethan lets go, You exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You sat across from Ethan and looked at the menu, but Ethan didn't. Ethan was looking at you. Admiring you. How focused you were, how your eyebrows moved up a bit if you saw something that looked good, how you played with your silver ring, taking it off and putting it back on your finger.

“ I think I want to try this, Ethan are you looking?” you ask as you move the menu to show Ethan, “ Are you okay?” You noticed Ethan was just staring down.

“I uhm, need to tell you something.” Ethan says softly. Was he really about to do this?

“Oh okay” Ethan saw you fidget with your ring again, He knew you were just as nervous as he was.

Ethan looked down at his hand to remember what to say- oh crap, Ethan's black ink was smudged from washing his hands. Ethan cursed himself in his head for being so dumb. Ethan breathed in deeply, trying not to panic. What was he supposed to say now?

Ethan picked up his head but avoided making eye contact with you, But you on the other hand were looking right into his hazel eyes that still somehow shined even in the dimed lights.

“I don't know if this is weird because we're friends and I don't want to make you uncomfortable,” Ethan starts, He knew this wasn't the best way to start but he didn't know what else to say. “If you don't feel the same that's okay, And if you don't want to be friends after this thats fine too-” Ethan is stalling.

“Ethan what are you saying?” You knew what was coming but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Its nothing bad! I just uhm, like you.” Ethan mumbles while scratching his face.

“What?” You heard him, You just wanted him to say it again.

“ I like you y/n, I've liked you for so long it's making me crazy.” Ethan's mouth begins to move faster than his brain. “ I've loved you ever since I've known you and- and I've tried to show you, The best days of my life revolve around you, it's always been you.” Ethan doesn't notice that you get up and start to walk to his side of the booth.

“ I’d do anything you want, I already do everything you want and I'm sorry if this is weird but your all I want-” You grab Ethan's hand from his lap as you sit next to him, Now he notices.

“Ethan how could i not like you? Youre like, the best person ive ever met.” You make sure he looks you in your eyes so he knows you really mean it.

“ You have so much kindness and patience and i admire that so much, You make me feel loved.” You say as you lean in to kiss him. Ethan was caught off guard but slowly he grabs your hips as you place your hand on the side of his arm. It was a long passionate kiss filled with years of yearning and love for each other.

As you began to pull away you see the same 3 weird people from the other table in front of you.

“Tara?!” It was Tara, Anika, and Chad dressed up, Anika Was recording.

“Is it official?” Tara asks with excitement. You and Ethan looked at each other before smiling and turning to the others and nodding.

Immediately Tara grabs you out of the booth and hugs you so tight you felt like you couldn't breathe, Anika also joining in. Chad and Ethan do their handshake they’ve practice for over a year, this time they perfected it.

“Dinner is on me!” Chad yells.

A/N; Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed!

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#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x you #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #jack champion #scream imagine #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fic #jack champion fic #jack champion x reader

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lace-coffin · 3 months

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It's me again! I have another request, and I think you might like this one! But a few things first.

I love your profile picture! I very much wanna do that to a Yautja, and have reason to believe it is the most effective way to calm your mate when I'm privacy 👍

I'm glad you appreciate how in depth I go when making a request! I've dealt with other people who tell me I should shorten the detail, and it has made me very sad. Mostly because the reason I go so deep into depth is because autism demands it --

Anyways!

I was wondering if you could write some headcannons for Asa with a more feral pet? Like, when he's with them or their with his bugs/arachnids?

Baby, sweet one, gentlest thing alive, happy animal noises, copious amounts of purring (yes, his pet can purr how lucky did he get?)

But when confronted with a violent escaped toy? Teeth are bared, growling, snarling, split flying, clawing, kicking, scratching, going for areas that hurt not even Asa knows about

Yet when Asa tries to calm them down, all he need do is just

And bang! Pet is back to normal

Better description of what I have in mind!

Once again, and toy escaped, this time from the box. Asa. Is. FURIOUS

This is the second time this has happened! he fuming as he stalks the halls, when he suddenly hears loud screaming and cursing. Cold fear goes down his spine, his pet is out and about, and we're much to small to fend off his newest toy, why, he's bigger than Asa!

Listening intently as the pained wailing turns into gurgles, he bursts into the area where he "plays" with his new toys, and finds his pet standing above the toys dead body. Scratches litter his arms, his eyes have been clawed open and gored, and his throat? Ripped completely out.

We stand huffing over it, shoulders tense with adrenaline and hands blood stained until half up our forearm. We turn our head to the side, eyes shrunken our mouth and has doused in blood, the man's throat clutched between our teeth.

We blink, split out the throat, and fully turn to Asa. Suddenly, Asa's pet looks sheepish, ducking their head as they play with their hands and avoid eye contact. Timidly we say "i-...I caught him, Master"

having so many thoughtshhhhhhhhhh

Asa Emory x Feral! Gn! Reader

Asa Emory x gn!reader

trigger warning for graphic violence,description of gore/corpses and power dynamics

Requests are closed (for now!!)

First of all thank you for the request! I always super enjoy writing urs!

I would also love to hold a Yautja gentle like hamburger and pet their mandibles, save me big Yautja women.

I’m sorry people have been mean to u abt how u prefer to send requests : ( I’m also autistic so u being specific in what u want also rlly helps me out!

Your relationship with Asa was strange, well it was strange from an outsiders perspective, not that you really saw them much anyway, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s just your relationship was different from his other pets. Obviously you were the favourite, sleeping in a cute padded cage whilst the others slept in a fenced off area and essentially cannibalised each-other from starvation. Meanwhile you were fed 3 balanced meals a day plus snacks. If Asa was somewhere in the hotel it’s basically assured you’re there to, probably perched on his lap, gloved hand running under your chin as you rumble and purr happily.

Despite the amount of fight you put up at first you were truly a lap dog through and through, always at your masters heels even if he wasn’t doing anything of interest, as long as you could lay under the desk and wrap an arm around his ankle you were happy. Asa never really was one for physical affection but he’s grown to love it since ‘acquiring’ you, not that he really had a choice with the way you stuck to his side like a rodent on a glue trap, he’s wasn’t complaining however. With the way you clung to him anyone would think you’re the one who’s holding him captive.

This unfortunately wasn’t the case with other inhabitants. Your special place in his heart was only 80% of the reason you got special treatment, granted it would’ve happened anyway but it may have been hurried along by the fact that he didn’t trust you to cohabitate with the toys he kept. You know the reports you get back from doggy daycare? The ones that say “doesn’t play well with others”? Yeah. That was you.

On multiple occasions even before settling in he’d caught you surround by bodies or chunks of other people in your mouth. Clearly you didn’t take well to sharing whether it be food or Asa’s affection. If you were anyone else you would’ve been slaughtered already for conveniences sake but he’d seen the way you soften when he visited. He knew there was something more to it.

Cut to current day, Asa is stressed and pissed off. A new toy has escaped, he could have sworn the box was secured properly, even double checking it. To be fair the toy in question was built like a brick shit house, taller and stronger than himself. Hopefully the term “the bigger they are the harder they fall” will apply to them, for both your and Asa’s sake.

Thats another issue, you’re currently roaming the halls too. Your master doesn’t usually have to worry about you when you’re out and about in the hotel, the minute you slip from his side it’s like all placidity and calm he’s come to love dissipates, leaving you the feral beast he had first stolen from your home. If anything it’s comforting for him to know you can hold your own out there. He keeps a watchful eye on you but not even he can anticipate what’s going to happen sometimes. Despite his opinion of himself he was only mortal.

It was now a race against time to either locate you and get you back to safety whilst he re contains the rogue or find said escapee first and detain him before you can cross paths. Your sir knows you can usually handle trouble but this guy is huge..

Asa swears under his breath and hauls himself through the twisting corridors, dipping in and out of rooms in search of either of you. Beginning to panic more as you prove hard to find he calls out for you, hands cupped around his mouth. “Pet? It’s time to come back, this is serious, I need you back right now.” He tries not to let the anxiety bleed into his voice, not wanting to scare you, and smothers it with an authoritarian tone. He waits a few moments to listen for any response. Shit. Nothing.

He moves further into the hotel and onto the other side, cupping his hands again and trying once more “cricket? I’m not playing, I need you here now” nothing again. Just as he turns his heel to try another direction he hears a noise that turns his blood to ice. Disgusting wet gurgles and muffled curses boom from down the hall. Asa isn’t easy to startle considering the vile things he does everyday to real people but the idea of you being in pain and too late to save- it makes him want to vomit.

Pushing through the nausea he bolts down the hallway and slams the doors to his ‘playroom’ open. Usually this room is reserved for experimenting on subjects.

What he sees calms him and raises his heart rate at the same time.

There you are, his perfect docile pup, hunched over what is (was) his newest pet. Shoulders raised, hackles up. The body below you is almost unrecognisable, arms littered with angry raised scratches, most likely from you struggling. Eyes completely missing from the sockets, well one was still technically attached to the coord but that’s not important. Chunks of once warm and rosey cheek flesh have been gouged from the skull, the imprints around them suggest the flesh was bitten away from the bone. Lastly and maybe most notably the throat is missing a considerable amount of matter. The hole runs deep, severed veins now lazily trickling warm blood into a puddle after the initial bite drained most of it.

Eventually you notice another presence and bristle, turning your head slowly to meet Asa’s eyes. Your eyes are essentially bulging out of your head, pupils dilated and crazed, throat and forearms doused in slowly cooling crimson. A chunk of what Asa presumes to be the missing throat lodged in your firmly set jaw.

The second you realise who it is it’s like you gain some clarity, spitting the foul meat onto the floor and wiping your mouth on your sleeve. It doesn’t help, only smearing the liquid further. Turning completely to face your master you slump onto your knees, eyes down to the floor shy and respectful like you’ve been trained. “I-…I caught him master.” It comes out croakier than you’d like.

You keep your eyes trained to the floor as the larger man approaches, heavy boots thumping on the floor towards you. You brace for the telling off, you can see yourself ending back up with the other fodder pets, you’d really pushed it this time, killing another subject. However it never comes. two warm now ungloved hands cup your bloody cheeks, gently coercing you to look at him. To your surprise Asa looks…relieved almost?

A soft smile paints his face. “You did catch him, thank you pet.” You sit there dazed and confused as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, ignoring the hair matted to it from the gore. “You did such a good job and I’m more than relived your unharmed, I don’t know what I’d-“ Asa cuts himself off, clearing his throat,not wanting to show vulnerability right now when you’re the one who needs attention. You don’t miss the way his voice wavers with worry. Embarrassed he quickly offers you a hand up, spinning on his heel and facing away. “Let’s get you cleaned up and rewarded shall me?” You don’t see the pink tint to his face.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collection #writing #my writing #slasher fucker #slasher hcs #slasher horror #slasher

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free-murder-drones-content · 1 year

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Can you draw N holding Uzi gentle like hamburg

Another round of N doodles! Pastel edition. N and Uzi having plushies of each other is occupying 90% of my brain rn

**Please go to my account to request more Murder Drones art!! :D

#n murder drones #murder drones n #serial designation n #uzi murder drones #uzi doorman #murder drones #murder drones uzi

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fangirltothefullest · 1 year

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Strange World was fucking phenomenal but I can see why they didn't advertise it. Not only does it have people of colour and a white man and black woman happily married with a son AND their three lwgged dog, but it also had an openly accepted and happy gay couple that was accepted with no fuss, father and son issues resolved through talking and accepting each other ans cominf to an understanding, and oh yeah not mention significant time for giving up the thing oil that gave them technology and significant societal advancements because it's destroying their fucking world and how saving their world is more important than their oil pando because it's a living thing and they can find alternate sources of power and energy and live harmoniously with their world.

Yeah I can see why the oil companies probably 'persuaded' Disney with big $$$ to make them not talk about it.

Anyways I fucking love this film, Splat has my whole heart, I want to hold the little healing yellow blobs gentle like hamburger and I want to give Legend tummy rubs.

#strange world

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pauls1967moustache · 7 months

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Hellooo!!! Could we have your dvd commentary on this snippet from my beloved ‘tomorrow I’ll miss you’ please?! (even though you already did such a good job at showing their feelings)

"You know, he didn't want me to come today," Paul tells him. He says it as a joke—to demonstrate the state of George's protective paranoia—but John doesn't laugh. A perplexed, little frown creases between his brows, instead.

"What do you mean?"

Paul feels embarrassed for a moment, his cheeks warming starkly against the cool autumn air around them. He's realises it might have sounded like a bigger deal than it really is, what with John going all serious on him.

"George thinks it's this whole thing like—" he stutters out, trying not to go too obviously red. He takes a breath, focusing on the burning end of his cigarette instead of John. "Well, he has this daft idea in his head like it's going to be Hamburg all over again or summat, you know. Like we're going to become best mates in an afternoon, and then you'll disappear, and he'll have to deal with me."

It's not exactly what George said, but Paul can tell it was what he meant.

Do you want me to come with you? George asked him, in that same conversation about the book event.

I dunno if I'm going, yet. I'll probably have to work, anyway, but if you want to see him you should go, Paul had told him.

And then George said: I'll go if you wanna go—his voice all gentle, like he was trying to reassure Paul of something.

George always fucking did that—talked about John like he was only ever Paul's friend. It frustrates Paul. Makes him feel embarrassed for bringing John up in conversation, when it isn't that he's desperate to talk about John, or whatever George seems to think. John's a thing they share. Paul brings him up because he figures George might like to talk about him, too, from time to time. But then George always turns sarcastic, or wary, and it ruins the mood of whatever story Paul wanted to reminisce about in the first place.

And really, Paul doesn't always want to deal with it; so he didn't say anything else about the book event, and he didn't say anything this morning, when he decided he was going to go.

"Why would he have to deal with you?" John asks, his voice even enough that Paul figures he—thankfully—hasn't noticed Paul's unplanned embarrassment about his flub.

"I don't know," Paul shrugs, taking another drag of his smoke. "He's not my bloody keeper."

He notices John watching him carefully, out of the corner of his eye. He holds out the cigarette in offering, not sure what it is John expects.

For the DVD commentary game

Ooh, I actually have lots to say about this one! For starters, when I was outlining this fic I was very precise about the reveal of information. I knew this scene was going to be the reveal of their relationships: first Paul's wife, then John's lover, then what happened in Hamburg with each other.

But I didn't originally have an introduction to that yet, they just went straight into talking about Paul's wife. I wanted it to be a bit more fo a shock than that though, and I didn't feel like the fic had addressed George enough up to that point (something I felt like John would've asked about, but didn't fit in anywhere else). So I wrote that they start by talking about George, and once Paul accidentally hints that maybe what happened in Hamburg had more of a significant effect on him than John believes, John gets curious/desperate enough to bring up the wife Paul hasn't mentioned at all.

The other thing is that later on in the fic, we learn just how devastated Paul actually was by what happened after Hamburg when we get that flashback to Paul crying when he realises that John's genuinely never coming back, and George finds him. This is like one of the first scenes I had for the fic, and again - I planned this very precisely - so I couldn't really get into just how upset he was yet, because it's going to come up later. I could only hint at it.

The good thing about this fic is that Paul is the denial king, so his POV is tailor-made for that kind of unreliable narrator nonsense. Paul never really acknowledges his feelings, but I could give an idea that they were there by using George's protectiveness. Paul says George had to deal with him, but we don't yet know what that really means.

And then, bringing George into it created this whole backstory of George as the one who had to put Paul back together after the heartbreak John caused him. Like, my brain went into detail about this. There's a whole mini-fic of George's post-Hamburg POV in my head. So George knows what seeing John again will mean to Paul, and he is rightfully concerned about how that will turn out given that from his POV John ditched them both and then Paul was so devastated he almost quit music entirely.

George kind of doesn't like John anymore because of this, which is why he doesn't join in on Paul's John stories the way Paul likes. But Paul doesn't like to feel judged, so naturally, he doesn't want to actually be honest about his desire to see John - even if George sees right through it. George is trying to leave space for Paul to be vulnerable about all the John-related feelings this is surely bringing up to the surface and Paul is going, no thanks! because he knows George won't approve, (and he just doesn't like talking about his feelings).

John is obviously not aware of any of this and is just trying to figure out what the fuck he'll have to deal with me is supposed to mean.

#dvd commentary ask game #i went so crazy outlining this fic. this one's a real goldmine for director's commentary tbh

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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hi, how are u? im not one to make any requests but hmm- being married to wakasa and all of a sudden hes thinking its a good time to have a baby? like he wakes up and a little light goes on in his head when he sees you taking care of a baby?? idkkkk but i melting when think about waka being a dad... (ignore it if it bothers u)

The Godson: Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

wc: 532

tw: fluff

masterlist

"You want a hot dog or a hamburger?"

"Hamburger!"

Waka looks down at the various tykes running around his legs, eyeing each with a sense of...

"Waka, are you hungry?" Keizo appears in his field of vision, the bulky man holding a Diet Coke and a plate full of fresh fruit.

"Uh..." Waka whispers, his hair flying into his face as a slight breeze tousles his locks. "No, thanks. I'll just--"

"Daddy, can you put me on your shoulders?" Keizo looks at his daughter, who is wide-eyed and pleading with him silently.

"Once you're done eating," Keizo answers, smiling. "Go play with your friends for a bit." The girl runs off, and Wakasa watches her, her black locks similar to Keizo's before he dyed his hair white. His wife comes up behind him, her stomach round and full with another child. A son.

Wakasa walks off toward the kitchen, where you're standing, gossiping with the others and holding a wine glass. He gives you a small smile, then ducks into the bathroom, clutching his chest. He inhales deeply, then exhales again, frowning. What is this feeling? It's a tight feeling, one that's mildly uncomfortable and kind of... weird.

Only when he's lying in bed and spooning you does he realize what that feeling is: jealousy. Wants and needs he had previously buried upon reflecting on his childhood come bubbling back up, and in the morning, he sits up and inhales deeply.

"Mmmm," you groan, sensing Waka's departure from your side. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I think we should try for a baby." I want to be a father.

"You think so?" you ask groggily, yawning. "You really want to try?"

"Yeah," Waka murmurs. "I want to."

It's impossible to convince Waka otherwise. He's eager to try, start a family, begin the second half of his life, and explore fatherhood with his friends. It's evident in how he keeps you from getting to work on time with his feverish kisses and bucking hips, how he feeds you well before promoting cuddling by the TV, and the physical closeness that was once reserved for date nights.

"Are you feeling okay?" Wakasa asks weeks later, pulling you close and kissing the space beneath your earlobe.

"I'm feeling good," you answer lovingly. "Actually, I feel great."

"Good." Waka opens his phone and looks at the ovulation calendar with interest before putting it back in his pocket. "Do you think we would be good parents?"

"I think you'd be an amazing father," you coo, kissing his cheek. "You're always so gentle and kind. And you'd be so good with babies."

"I've never held one in my life," Waka chuckles, frowning. "I should probably get some practice."

That practice includes holding Keizo's second child, the newborn cooing and gurgling with closed eyes. Wakasa isn't sure how everything's supposed to go, but when Keizo advises him on holding his godson, Waka finds comfort in looking at the child and imagining it's his own.

"Think you can handle it?" Keizo wonders, chuckling at the way Waka precariously holds his child.

"I think I can..." Waka murmurs, smiling down at the baby and stroking his cheek. "I'm ready for this."

#wakasa imaushi x reader #imaushi wakasa #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers

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bluepeachstudios · 2 years

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Some doodles of the baby boys when they were still very little. Leo can't say all of Mikey's name so he just calls him "Jello" cause that's easier. (Raph is "Raffle" and Donnie is "Tello".) More info below!

Top left: Raph and Leo got their own beds first, and then Donnie graduated out of the community crib when he was old enough. After that, Mikey was left alone in the crib and would often start crying because he didn't like to be alone, so Leo would wake up and go collect him into his own bed. They ended up passing Mikey around until he got old enough to get his own bed, and they bunked 'em.

Top Middle: ("Leonardo, what do you have?" "Jello." "Ba!") Everyone likes to carry Mikey around. He's small and likes being picked up. Leo especially carries him around and puts him in places. Big brother instincts activated early for him.

Top Right: VERY young Mikey, right after mutating, nappin' on a pillow.

Middle left: ("hold gentle like hamburger") Raph attempting to carry Donnie like you're supposed to carry softshells. Donnie does not like.

Middle Middle: When the boys were still mutating, the turtles didn't really have an awareness of each other until near the end.

Bottom right: The Evolution of Donatello

Bottom Bottom: Raph and Leo meeting Splinter, Yoshi's rat, a week after finishing their mutation. Splinter just likes to groom them. Very friendly to these still very small boys.

These guys are from me and @wondrous-art’s Mystic Forest AU, which can be read here on AO3!

#TMNT #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt art #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt au #tmnt fandom #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt splinter #Mystic Forest AU

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snobgoblin · 11 months

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honestly i know this is weird to suddenly barge into your askbox saying this, but as much as i love Aspirations and how it really gives insight on the Gangreen Gang, at the same time it just makes me so depressed seeing how much they wanted a parental figure (in this case, a mom) and was manipulated and thrown to the curb instead. I know Ace and the others went to the Mini-Mart afterwards so that probably helped some, but I think they'd have an even harder time trusting authority figures, or the prospect of being adopted or something, because of trust issues :(

I'm just,,,,Holds them gentle like hamburger

YEAHHHHH I SAY THIS ALL THE TIME shreds Sedusa like a squeaky toy

WHAT MAKES ASPIRATIONS SO BAD TO ME IN PARTICULAR IS THAT, well, from Telephonies we know the gang isn't even liked by fellow villains. they aren't liked by the narrator, they aren't liked by the ppg, and like yeah they're villains but they get treated DIFFERENT the ppg view them as a nuisance rather than people deserving of respect like Mojo Jojo and HIM and Sedusa u know. they're like, barely a step up from the amoeba boys in terms of how they're seen. like I dunno how to articulate it really they've got fucking NOBODY. they have each other and THATS IT. they're not even a part of the villain gossip circle- they're just teens that live in the dump and they don't have anyone- but then, Sedusa, in a moment of humiliation, when she had nobody else to turn to, recruited the gang to be her henchmen. she used their situation to her advantage, she used the fact that they're seen as garbage so nobody would suspect they're the ones stealing the artifacts, and she used their need to belong, she used their need for a mother to her advantage (in a....... really weird way? idk maybe I'm reading it wrong but that whole thing was like, weirdly... I don't think romantic is the right word, maybe charged? why did Ace call the same person he calls mom "hot" help me 😭) anyway its just like- Sedusa knew what she was doing she knew these boys had nothing and she used that for her own gain, and in a way, I like to think that made them feel important in a way. for a moment, they were competent thieves, they had a mom, they had hope for a better future- and I think it would make them feel proud in a weird way to know such a renowned villain COULDNT do this by herself, she needed their help you know what I mean? anyway I love Sedusa but she was so wrong for that whole mess and she definitely traumatized the shit out of them, I can't see any way they'd trust easily after that, but I do think it must've made them grow closer bc at least they know they can always trust each other. I mean, it made Ace comfort Billy when he cried when in Slave the Day he stayed far away from him. that's gotta mean something

anyway apologies for the brain barf I have a lot of thoughts about this lmfao

#asks #emocatkeith #ppg #the powerpuff girls #the gangreen gang

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whumpy-wyrms · 8 months

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Hello hi! Just read the newest chapter and I am Insane

I saw the update and I was so excited I nearly dropped my phone, I was almost normal enough to read it when I saw the wing whump tag, the crowd went insane and it ended up taking nearly 15 minutes for me to start actually reading.

I am insane, your writing is so beautiful.

(This is just me reacting to the entire fic I'm sorry (no I'm not), you don't have to respond to this one)

Anton, the wet cat of a man, watching the trees for an hour each day and counting that as touching grass enough.

He deserves immortality, I think he should get it, he can be trusted yes.

Hjshjshsjsgsjhsjshjshj he's being accommodating with the lights and the textures my heart- (we stan the tisms supporting the tisms)

"But hey, it's for science!" My Absolute Beloved, Anton can do whatever he wants to do he deserves it.

When the when the when the when the autistic wet cats of men communication (Anton and Dew talking at any given time)

The flinch going to the table >>>>>>>

THE LYING ON THE FRONT >>>>>>>>>>>> OHOHOHO YES

GLOWING GREEN LIQUID IN A COMICALLY LARGE SYRINGE YESSSSSSSSSSSSDHSHSFFHSDHHSHKDJFHSHDSJJ i am so normal about this i swear

The descriptions are so beautiful and vivid, have I mentioned I love your writing?

The Cloth Gag Yes

I just had to put my phone down for a second at that line woa I'm not usually one for duct tape gags, but this may have changed my mind on that front

When the man is in Pain and the other man is sat Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

He is in pain for weeks oh my with only Anton for company oh my he is going as insane as I am

He is Breaking someone get him a plushie this is beautiful I am handing him a chicken plushie because he is

the wings The Wings THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

HE IS IN SO MUCH PAIN HE DESERVES A COOKIE

He is Breaking poor guy ohno

""I'm tired of being scared of you,"" I Am On My Knees Good Sir I Didn't Need My Heart Anyways It's Okay

I am holding him so gentle

A lil kiss on the forehead if he's okay with that

Hold lab birb gentle like hamburger

I am giving him a week's paid holiday somewhere maybe just home for a bit (oh wait that's the lab now isn't it :3 )

What's the Anton doin

A COOKIE

YEASSSS

THE BOI GOT ONE YIPPEE

I was going to say give Dew a weighted blanket but I guess he has one already huh

"maybe four weeks? Fuck, that was insane." I'LL TELL YOU WHO ELSE IS INSANE OVER THIS

"keeping Dew from moving an inch away from his captor?"

Damn that line. Someone fetch me my fainting couch. I must be dramatic and think of this line often.

Anton you're not the birb here why are you cooing

"excusing Dew's mention of his old life just this once" Dew should slip up :3 as a treat :333

Anton is but a silly guy. A harmless, silly guy.

He has never done anything wrong ever. I support Anton's rights and wrongs. But he has not done wrongs. He is so. He is a little guy, ur honour. He should be allowed to do whatever he wants in life.

Birb instincts *sounds of wait hold on wait I need a minute wait*

Dew's got wings now yay :3

Also his clone doing his own top surgery is even better.

Have a good 24 hours!!!! I'm going to go try to be a little less insane about this I swear (difficulty impossible)

Also I wrote the live react thing in a word doc and it ended up 661 words long! Sorry for so much!

AHHH KJDFGSJGF TYSM I LOVE GETTING ASKS LIKE THESE!!!

A CHICKEN PLUSHIE FOR DEW OMG im definitely gonna draw that now :))

Anton and Dew are both silly little guys living in our silly minds rent free

us when Anton does Anything: its okay he was just feeling silly :3

anyway i was giggling kicking my feet the whole time reading this,, these asks make me so happy :) its still such a surreal feeling having people react to my writing and ocs this way AHHHAJSKDGAKJ this means So Much to me you don’t understand. thanks so much again for the support it makes me so happy people like my writing and characters!!!!! :)

#ask #this makes me so happy #working on chapter 6 right now #and maybe a little comic based on it who knows #we can all be insane about my blorbos together #thanks again for reading :)#sorry it took a while to respond to this ksjdghjsf #im so happy my ocs can make someone else react this way #tllr ask

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koolkat9 · 2 years

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For the "Send me a ship and a number and I'll tell you"

Number 40, for AmeLiet and GerEng

Ship Asks

Oh gosh this got long, but thank you anon!

40- Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

GerEng

1914 Christmas Truce-> Where it all began for them. A lot of laughing, a lot of stories and a lot of singing happened that Christmas. It's the first time they saw each other as more than just their nation and instead as something more human just trying to navigate life and their existence as immortals. Also this is when Ludwig's crush started.

After the Wars Meetings-> So after the going through two wars and a bunch of other shit, Ludwig is no in a good place. After WW2 he starts meeting with the Allies regularly as they did not want a repeat of what happened in Germany after WW1. Ludwig tried to keep a brave face, but one time Arthur walks in on Ludwig in tears. Arthur can't just leave him like this, so he takes a seat beside him and just...holds him and tries to whisper comforting words, but he's not the best at those. Ludwig looks back on it, touched by Arthur's kindness. Until that moment, he never realized how gentle Arthur could be.

Sharing Music-> from like the 1950s onward, they start sharing music. Arthur starts bringing Ludwig his favorite albums because he knows Lud is having a rough time and though he may not be the best at comforting people, he knows music always helps him get out of his head. He hopes that'll be the case for Ludwig too. In a way it does as does having someone for company since, at this point, Lud has grown distant from everyone he was close to, even outright separated in some cases (Gilbert). They get to know each other, there is dancing, laughing, perhaps a little cuddling if they're drunk enough and makes the post-war years a little easier for the both of them. There is more than one time they get drunk, slow dance together and find themseleves cuddled up on the couch the next morning trying to figure out what to do (they just brush it off as just being friends and blame the alcohol before carrying on as usual). Slowly, Arthur falls in love as well and Ludwig's feelings only grow.

Beatles Concert Hamburg-> So a little backstory, in the early 60s the Beatles frequently performed in Hamburg Germany. So Ludwig, wanting to thank Arthur for his support gets them into one of these Beatles concerts since he knows how much Arthur loves the Beatles. Arthur is shocked Ludwig actually had been listening all those times when Arthur would ramble about them but he's also touched. Ludwig will never forget the way Arthur looked when Ludwig had first brought him to the club and Arthur realized what was happening. He may have just fallen hard for Arthur in that moment.

Their First Kiss-> Arthur got drunk, Ludwig was called to pick him up and get him home. Arthur asks Ludwig to put some music on and Ludwig decides to humour him and agrees. They even start dancing. Everything is going fine, Arthur grows more steady on his feet and then a slow song comes on. Arthur tries to lead him in a slow dance but he's too impaired, Ludwig not sure what to do takes over and it all ends in Arthur kissing him before passing out. It was confusing at the time, but looking back Ludwig laughs because leave it to Arthur to only confess when drunk. It turned out alright, they confessed the next morning and went on their first date the next day (I have a fic based on this).

First Date-> It’s so awkward. But looking back they wouldn’t have it any other way. Ludwig tries to go all out for their first date by taking Arthur to a nice restaurant, but Ludwig doesn’t know how to act around Arthur now and thus is very awkward and stiff, barely able to carry a conversation. Thankfully Arthur does his best to dominate the conversation and fill the otherwise un-nerving silence. Arthur is able to ease him into it by talking about Ludwig’s dogs, but just as Lud starts to get more comfortable, he accidentally knocks over a drink, spilling it over Arthur’s suit. He thinks the worst that Arthur will be mad, but Arthur just laughs it off. Arthur shares a few stories of his own embarrassing moments and even gets Ludwig to laugh. Then the bill comes and they get into a minor disagreement over who pays, but eventually they agree to split it. Ludwig feels like he’s ruined the date and apologizes, Arthur says that it’s fine, but maybe they should stick to more casual stuff. Now they look back on it and laugh. (I also have a fic of this)

There are probably a bunch more that I’m forgetting, but it’s already long anyway. Basically read through my fics and you’ll find important memories among them lol.

As for special places. Probably the restaurant they had their first date at, like any record shop (music and vinyl records bring back memories), and Arthur’s garden in his little cottage in the country (very peaceful and beautiful, Ludwig loves it).

AmeLiet

(under the cut because this got long)

Obviously there is the canon stuff. Tolys first moving in, every creature in Al’s house latching onto him, Tolys sleeping in Al’s bed because Al was scared. I’ll skip into more headcanon based stuff.

The Morning after Sleeping in the Same Bed-> So Tolys wakes up with Alfred snuggled up to him. He gets really nervous and flustered. At the time he didn’t know it was love, but looking back it totally was. Alfred stirs and Tolys immediately gets up saying that he needs to get started on breakfast. Alfred is left confused and a little disappointed. But that is the start of their feelings so they look back on it fondly

After the Fall of the Soviet Union-> Things are awkward between them after that. Alfred feels guilty for letting Tolys go with Ivan, and Tolys is going through a lot and thinks maybe Alfred just is going through his own thing and gives him space. Eventually Alfred confronts him and apologizes for everything. For letting him go with Ivan, for everything that happened after that, for being distant. Tolys assures him that it’s okay and that he needn’t apologize for any of that. They end up going out for dinner and things are awkward with neither wanting to say the wrong thing. Then a jazz song comes on and Tolys asks Alfred to dance. As they dance (like they use to in the 20s), they both realize things haven’t really changed.

Valentines Day-> After being convinced by Kiku to get Tolys something and finally confess, Alfred shows up at Tolys’s door with flowers and chocolates. Tolys finally asks directly if Al wants to further their relationship and Alfred enthusiastically agrees. They go on their first date that night. They go to Tolys’s favorite restaurant, shop around a bit and end the night at a cafe. They share their first kiss at the end of the night when Alfred drops Tolys off at home.

Special places: Al’s house (where they first fell in love), NA bros’s cottage (good place to get away from everyone),

#hetalia #hws #ship asks #ask game #ship ask game #gereng #geruk #engger #ameliet #lietame #hws germany #hws england #hws lithuania #hws america #headcanons #hetalia headcanons

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 6 months

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 25a

*Warning Adult Content*

One Taste - Part 1

- Knox -

While the clubhouse buzzes with activity, Knox is crouched beside his motorcycle meticulously cleaning each component with precision and care.

It's a cathartic process that offers him respite from his dark thoughts.

He works his way from the handlebars, with their worn grips that have served him well on countless rides, down to the chrome exhaust pipes.

When he examines the brake calipers, he makes a mental note to get online tonight to look for an upgrade, perhaps something with more stopping power.

He's been meaning to make a few improvements to his ride but time hasn't been on his side as of late.

Too many fires to put out.

Too many Jackals to track down and kill.

With a heavy sigh, Knox reaches for a new rag and some cleaning solution to work on the gas tank.

The sun reflects off the glossy surface within seconds, a gentle reminder that he only has a few hours left to take advantage of today's good weather.

The smell of the hamburgers and ribs sizzling on the grill drifts through the air and all around the massive backyard, merging with the pungent scents of whiskey and cigarette smoke.

Loud rock music blasts from the speakers that have been set up but even that isn't enough to drown out Alvin.

Knox looks up when another round of laughter erupts from the group of men seated at the largest wooden picnic table.

Alvin is standing on his seat, his hands flailing animatedly as he tells yet another outlandish story, this time, it involves him getting chased naked down a street by the gun-toting husband of a woman he was caught fucking.

Instead of it being a member of a rival gang, most of Alvin's brushes with death were a result of him messing around with women that he should've left alone.

Knox can't help but chuckle at his brother, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

He gets back to work and wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a grease stain on his tanned skin before tightening a bolt he noticed was loose.

It isn't long before his eyes wander over to Everett, who is doing his best to annoy Finn by critiquing his grilling skills.

The tension between the two men is still there, Knox can feel it from almost fifty feet away but at least now whenever they look at each other, Everett's eyes hold less of a murderous glare.

Unlike Josie, Knox has acknowledged the possibility that Finn and Everett may never become friends.

Considering the painful history that lies between them, Finn being responsible for Shaun's death which later put a target on Everett's back, Knox has no reason to try to push them together.

He's more than content seeing them play nice in front of his brothers and the other guests.

"Of course I'd find you over here by this damn shed scrubbing away on that bike."

Gavin appears with a blunt in one hand and a cold beer in the other.

He offers the beer to Knox.

"You always gotta be doing something, don't you? Can't ever just stop and smell the grass like the rest of us."

"It's stop and smell the roses, you jackass," Knox laughs.

He stands and accepts the drink, twisting off the cap with ease before taking a long swig.

The amber liquid soothes his dry throat and he welcomes the slight burn that it leaves behind, a hint of warmth spreading throughout his chest.

It's been a while since The Fallen Angels had a gathering like this, one that didn't involve them sitting around a table in a dark room as they plotted ways to eliminate their enemies.

Gavin felt it was necessary to have a cookout this evening, which many viewed as a welcome distraction from the mounting tension that continues to grow between The Fallen Angels and The Jackals.

Just a few hours of simple, harmless fun with good food, good music and good company.

Absolutely nothing that involves hunting down and killing anyone.

No reckless shootouts.

No playing the torturer and getting someone to break.

No wondering if the next breath he takes will be his last.

Knox isn't complaining about the cookout because he's long overdue for a fucking break.

"I'm surprised Josie hasn't balled you out for that," Knox says, referencing the joint Gavin is puffing on. "Bold of you to test her patience while pregnant."

"I know but she's supposed to be cutting me some slack since we're having such a chill day."

Gavin chuckles, then produces a nasty cough as smoke billows from his mouth.

"Speaking of which, you ought to be doing the same thing. That damn bike ain't going anywhere, so why are you here instead of being over there spending this time with the kid?"

Knox remains silent as his gaze drifts back to Everett and Finn.

"How're things going between you two, anyway?" Gavin asks. "You did claim him, after all. That means something, whether you want to admit it or not."

When Everett turns and catches Knox staring, he winks at him, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his tempting mouth.

Heat rushes to Knox's face and he breaks eye contact.

"We're good," Knox says, clearing his throat. "For now, at least."

"Good is better than nothing, I suppose." Gavin coughs again and they share another laugh about it as he examines the joint in his hand. "Either I'm getting old and dusty or these plants are getting stronger. I feel like a fucking teenager taking his first hit. What the hell is going on here?"

"Old and dusty sounds about right," Knox teases before changing the subject. "You get an update from Mason yet? Been a few days since the motel shit went down and he still has the owners phone. Why haven't you called for a meeting...?"

"Nope. We ain't doing that right now. Let's talk business tomorrow."

Gavin claps a hand on Knox's shoulder, pulling him in close before walking back into the heart of the party.

"We're chilling the fuck out today and that's an official order. So why don't you grab something to eat, find your boy, sit your ass down and try to enjoy yourself. It's okay to play pretend sometimes, Knox."

Knox scoffs, taking another swig of his beer.

"Play pretend like we're not one fuck up away from losing everything? Okay, sure. Let's stay delusional and get fucked while we're at it."

Gavin barks out a laugh.

"Fuck you and your shitty sarcasm, motherfucker. Just for that, I ain't telling you about how Hayes tried to make a move on the kid earlier. Oh, shit... Hold on. I just told you, didn't I? Fuck, I think I'm too high..."

"Gavin Josiah Barnes," Josie shouts from across the yard. "I swear to God if you have another joint in your hand, I'm going to kick your pale ass. You know I told you to slow down."

Gavin curses under his breath and passes the blunt to one of the men sitting at the table before sluggishly making his way over to his wife, a lazy grin stretched across his face as he yells back an apology.

Knox slams his drink down on the table and storms off in search of Everett, who is no longer standing by Finn at the grill.

Josie couldn't have been in charge of inviting people over today because if she had been, Hayes Mitchell wouldn't be here right now.

He works as a washer at The Angel's Lounge, The Fallen Angel's strip club and cleans some of the dirty money that comes in.

The kind of money that's unrelated to the bills patrons toss at the dancers who flex their skills on stage.

Not only is Hayes one of the best at what he does but he's also the biggest fucking flirt Knox has ever encountered.

The brazen fool had nearly lost his life trying to make a pass on Josie before Gavin had claimed her as his Old' lady.

Hayes' horniness knows no bounds and gender never mattered to him.

Knox is certain Hayes would fuck a brick wall if it spoke to him nicely and had a hole for his dick to go into.

"Hey. You seen Everett around?"

Knox finds Mason sitting underneath a tree with a woman on his lap and his iPad in one hand, their eyes glued to the screen.

"He was with Finn earlier by the grill, then I blinked and he fucking disappeared."

"Check the house," Mason mutters, not even bothering to make eye contact. "I think he got wet and then left to change clothes or something."

Knox's posture stiffens and his brain stutters to a halt at the word wet.

When he speaks again, his voice comes out low and rough.

"He got wet? The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Mason finally looks up to read the room when Knox kicks at his feet to get his attention.

He swallows hard and sits up straight, Knox's icy stare making him fumble over his words.

"He was standing by the, uh... the cooler getting a drink or something and then... I think I saw him talking to Hayes or maybe it was somebody else, when the football went flying in his direction and knocked his drink..."

"I heard enough. Thanks."

Knox turns on his heel and stalks toward the backdoor of the clubhouse, both hands clenched into tight fists.

His mind races with unsettling thoughts as he shoves his way through the rowdy crowd.

Of course Hayes used this opportunity to get closer to Everett, one of the few people at the cookout who Hayes hasn't shared a bed with.

Just the thought of Hayes and Everett being together right now and all alone at that, fuels a surge of possessive anger within Knox that makes him see red.

Knox isn't worried about Everett entertaining Hayes because he knows where Everett's loyalty lies.

It's Hayes who's the fucking problem.

Him and his laid-back attitude and those stupid green eyes that he works as part of his gentleman act.

Thank God Hayes' appearance leans more toward 'I Work in Corporate America than Look at Me Wrong and I'll Shoot You' because then Knox might actually have some competition to worry about, given that Everett apparently has a thing for bikers or rather, Hayes could also be considered...

'Competition to kill.'

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lemonadesoda · 11 months

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OH SHIT hope you feel better but uh question >:) - 1, 6, 7, 16, 19, 30, 31, A, E (feel free to pick and choose questions). (jackdaw)

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Lemel: about 30 seconds

Tevane: also about 30 seconds but not out of boredom and more out of Mental Illness That Requires Him To Be Useful

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Lemel: Laws are suggestions, which, if stupid, should be improved or ignored. laws of physics not excluded from this tbh.

Tevane: immovable as they are written. otherwise the system is chaos. doesn't have anything to do with whether he thinks all laws are rational or effective. just that they say what they say.

7. already answered

16. What makes their stomach turn?

Interpreting this as what horrifies them rather than what makes them nauseated.

Lemel: Assimilation, loss of free thought.

Tevane: just general delight in cruelty. someone who hurts people and seems to enjoy doing it.

19. What is their favorite number?

Lol i have no idea sorry

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

Lemel had some difficult run-ins with seedy people when they had to get some medical treatment in the outer settlements bc they couldn't risk doing it above board during their exile. Luckily for them, those people had no idea they could disappear themself.

Tevane: Director Izen probably

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

Guess

A. Why are you excited about this character?

Lemel is a pretty different sort of character from ones I usually have tended to make, and they're a blast because of it. Having someone who's a bit of a hot shot and knows it and uses it unapologetically is very fun! Yet they have a lot of nuance, a lot of room for tension between contradicting aspects of their nature. As a writer I love contradiction and ambiguity. Would love to play with it more, always.

Tevane is just the Most Guy Ever to me. He has Repression so it's fun to give him sad gay little problems and also he just wants someone to hold him gently like the hamburger. Also just a gentle soul and full of love. I'm putting him in a washing machine.

E. Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I think I would find Lemel too overpowering. We both have strong wills but in completely opposite manifestations. We'd probably end up just realizing neither person wants to do what the other wanted and we would just peace tf out on each other without getting into it.

Tevane, being very polite, I think would be easy to interact with, if a bit stiff. I don't think we'd be friends bc I would not push him to say anything and he wouldn't push me and we just would sit there. I would listen to all his random infodumps tho and I wouldn't think he talks about weird things, so maybe we'd get along once we started talking.

#lemel #tevane #asks #jackdaw

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herrymccourt · 1 year

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The Must-Have Concession Equipment for Your Foodservice Establishment & How To Select Them

One of the biggest influencers of which equipment you’ll need to purchase for your concession needs is whether or not your concessions will be stationary or mobile. Thus, this guide is divided to showcase some recommended equipment options based on your concession mobility.

The first step in determining your concession equipment needs is to consider the type of food that you sell. The variety of food that you sell can determine what type of equipment you’ll need to purchase for your concession. For example, if you sell hotdogs, sandwiches, and chips, then stationary equipment such as an oven or fryer may be appropriate. However, if you sell pizza or hamburgers, then portable equipment may be more appropriate. Additionally, if you want to change the menu on occasion, then mobile equipment might be better than stationary equipment.

Concession equipment is a huge expense for any food establishment. The amount of money that you spend on your concession needs can be staggering, especially if you have multiple locations. It’s important to understand the different types of concession equipment and how it impacts your bottom line.

Concession Equipment Overview

To get an idea of what type of equipment you may need, we will break down each category:

Food Prep & Cooking Equipment

This includes everything from fryers to grills, steam tables, coolers, freezers, and more! These are all items that will be used in your food preparation area as well as in other areas such as dining rooms or food courts. You’ll also want to consider any special equipment (such as deep fryers) that you may need to prepare foods in bulk quantities.

Countertop Refrigeration Unit

Because of their compact footprint and ease of use, these mini versions of standard refrigerator units are great for concessions.

Display countertop ice cream

The countertop freezer chests are great for displaying your ice cream selection and taking up minimal space.

Food Holding Cabinets

To prepare for peak hours and rush hour traffic, cook large quantities of food and keep it in hot food storage cabinets.

Preparation of and Cooking Equipment

Permanent concessions can offer a wider range of foods because they have more space for different types of food preparation equipment.

Cheesemelter

Cheesemelters, as the name suggests, use tube-type heating to produce a gentle heat that is suitable for melting or warming cheese.

Undercounter Refrigeration Unit

These units are designed for out-of-the-way refrigeration. They can be tucked under your prep tables and hold very little refrigerated goods. A few units have a heavy-duty top that can be used as a prep table.

Countertop Display Unit

You can choose to have the mini units refrigerated or heated, or you could opt for a specialty unit like a popcorn/nacho merchandiser or pizza display unit.

Countertop/Mini Combi-Oven

These units can hold smaller sheets and are less efficient, but countertop or mini combis can be used for mobile concessions that require a combi oven unit.

Frozen Beverage Machine

These machines are great for prepping large quantities of frozen beverages and allowing for quick dispensing.

Drink Dispenser

Both hot and cold beverages are served "pour style". This means that you don't need to stock prepackaged containers, but instead, fill cups. You can choose from hot or cold beverage dispensers, depending on what you want.

Ice Dispenser

An ice machine that has little storage and a direct dispenser unit can reduce the space required by your equipment.

Countertop Griddle

These types can be placed on a table or above a cooking unit. They are also easy to transport (provided that the ventilation and utility connections are correct).

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boydkorsholm0 · 2 years

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