#I LOVE YOU VERY CHEAP CHEESE STICK

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boba and giant deep fried mozzarella stick combo for the win 🙏🙏

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Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Eddie Roundtree x Reader

Summary: Stress is starting to interfere with your sleep schedule. But a late-night encounter with a fellow member of The Six might just help you out.

A/N: It really bothers me that the show changed his last name, but I love this man so here you go

Word Count: 1k

The one thing you really couldn’t find yourself getting used to in LA was the heat. Dry, stifling, and never-ending, it made you miserable. After spending nearly your whole life in cold, dreary Pittsburgh, you were more than struggling to make the adjustment.

The cheap ass house Billy had rented didn’t help things, either. Among its flaws, the lack of air conditioning is at the top of your list. And it’s why you can’t seem to stop tossing and turning. No matter which limbs you stick out from under your blankets, it’s not enough to cool you down. The windows you opened two hours ago aren’t helping either. Growing tired of trying to sleep, you throw the covers off of yourself and sit up.

At the very least, some water should be able to help.

You huff and make your way downstairs, paying no mind to the time. Grabbing a glass from the kitchen cabinet, you let the door swing shut. Once you’ve sipped on your tap water for a bit, you decide a snack might help too.

Still holding your cup in one hand, you start rummaging through the fridge with the other.

Leftovers were clearly out. As delicious as Camila’s lasagna was two nights ago, you didn’t want to bother heating anything up. Not to mention that Warren would probably want it for breakfast. Billy specifically said that the apples he bought were off-limits, but you aren’t necessarily opposed to pissing him off. You are, however, concerned about his taste. He probably got red delicious or Jonathan or something equally as gross, so you can't have that. Finally, you strike gold. The deli drawer. At least one Dunne brother has your back. Graham made a B-line for the deli counter on your grocery trip the other day.

You snag two slices of cheese out of the packet and start eating them while looking to see if the fridge has anything else to offer.

"Are you eating deli meat straight from the fridge at 2 AM?"

You whip around to find Eddie staring at you expectantly. For a second, you're like a deer in headlights. Caught red-handed, standing by the evidence. You swallow the final bite of cheese you were working on.

"No."

He makes a face that tells you he is not at all buying it.

"It was cheese," you mumble. Quietly, you continue, "why are you in here anyway, Edward?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe to see who was making all that noise?" He shrugs angrily. For the first time, you take note of his pajamas. The blue and green plaid really compliments the white Rolling Stones shirt he's got on. His hair's all tussled, probably because he was just sleeping.

"Shit, I woke you up, didn't I?" You whisper, internally kicking yourself. The fridge closes behind you as you take a seat at the kitchen table. You rest your head in your hands. "I'm really sorry, Eddie."

The sincerity in your voice takes him off guard. Typically your relationship is characterized by bickering and teasing and sticking your tongues out at each other like when you were little. This is a rare moment of vulnerability for you.

Eddie takes the seat across from you at the table. "What are you doing up in the first place?" He asks gently.

"I'm too hot," you complain.

"Sure are," he nods, and you kick him. "OW! Jesus, I was joking."

You sigh again, guiltily, "sorry."

"Cranky much," he rubs at his knee, "did you get any sleep at all?"

"No," you say miserably.

"Wait, are you serious?" Eddie asks, and you nod. "We were in the studio all day, and you stayed late to record the extra trombone part. Aren't you exhausted?" You nod once again. He lets out a sigh, "what's keeping you up then?"

"I already told you, Billy needs to fix the damn air conditioning," you grumble.

"And that's all?" Eddie sounds skeptical.

You sigh, "I don't know. It's just- a lot." He gives an encouraging nod, and you continue, "we're not in Pittsburgh anymore, and everything's new and different, and this is our shot, and if I blow it-"

"Woah there," Eddie stops you. "First of all, if anyone blows it, it'll be Graham for spilling something on someone important." That pulls a laugh out of you, and he smiles. "And I know things are different, but it's exciting too. If you ever feel homesick, though, we'll just drive around until we find someplace that reminds us of Eat'n Park. Okay?"

You nod softly at his words, and he stands up. You send him a questioning look.

"Come on," he says, "you've gotta get some sleep."

"Eddie, I've tried," you insist. He rolls his eyes at you.

"Then at least come sit on the couch," he pleads. You reluctantly follow him into the living room and plop yourself down on the sofa. "Close your eyes too. If they get any more bloodshot, people will think we're high all the time."

"Aren't we?" You ask, throwing your arm over your face. You don't see him shake his head at you while he grabs his guitar.

"Since you woke me up, you get to hear what I've been working on," Eddie says. He pushes your legs over so that he has room to sit.

"Lucky me," your voice drips with sarcasm. Eddie flicks your leg, and you flinch away. "Hey!"

"Watch it, sleeping beauty," he says.

"Or what?" You taunt.

"I'll tell Billy you broke the garbage disposal," he smirks. You bolt upright at his words.

"You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?"

"How was I supposed to know I had to turn the water to use it?!"

Eddie stares at you, unimpressed.

"Never mind, Mozart, play on," you nod at him. Eddie starts strumming the guitar, and you sigh, laying back down.

The melody is slow and sweet, mesmerizing too. Your intentions of listening closely to offer feedback quickly slip out the window. Especially when he starts humming along. You don't even feel yourself starting to drift off. Your acute awareness of the temperature in the house, your dry mouth, or any residual hunger that haunted you earlier slips away.

Eddie goes on playing for a bit before he looks to you for your thoughts on it. When he finds you fast asleep, he sighs, "that good, huh?" He shakes his head with a smile on his face. Eddie stands and hangs the guitar back on the wall, retiring to his own room. He'll make you listen to it again in the morning.

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Q&A QUESTION!

Firstly: Love your cast from Supernova Initiative.

Secondly, and this is my classic thing that I ask everyone: What's up with the food in your WIP? What do people eat? How do they get food? How is it shaped by the cultures?

(I love food and geopolitics, so this is my life. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't too much XDDDD)

Hii!! Thank you so much for the ask, @amaiguri!!! And don't worry, this isn't too much at all!!! I adore these kinds of questions and I myself love creating intricate details for my WIPs' cultures, politics, and worlds (and I love rambling about those details lmao)!

Also, I'm super glad you liked the cast of this WIP! If you want to ask something about the team or about any particular character, you're also more than welcome (and encouraged) to!

So let's get to it!

What's up with the food in your WIP? What do people eat? How do they get food? How is it shaped by the cultures?

Man, this is such an AMAZING question! I love it!

There are so many different planets and cultures in this WIP and thus there are many different kinds of food/diets as well, many being specific to certain settings and to the biology of different alien species! Let's go over some of the three main ones!

In Cethea III, which is a downtrodden mining settlement that is also one of the most crime-ridden places in the galaxy, abundance is not something that is a part of the day-to-day lives of most of that moon's inhabitants. Most food there comes from cheap, greasy diners or shady restaurants scattered around the settlements, though miners often receive weekly packets of rations from the mining companies they work for (though those rations are awfully tasteless and are more of a "last resort" for many).

As for what are the most common dishes in Cethea III:

Dried fish stick sandwiches and hot chocolate made with milk powder (this is the favorite dish of the main trio of this story - Jack, Deimos, and Cassie - as it was an affordable and tasty meal that was also a very good source of energy).

Fried pocked cheese tarts (a common snack present in most of the many greasy diners in the settlements, these tarts often come in considerable portions, packaged in a simple cardboard box).

Prairie rodent roast (the dusty, desert-like prairies of this moon are crawling with packs of medium-sized, hare-looking rodents that are often hunted by the population as a free source of game meat for roasts and stews. Some people also dry the rodent meat to make it last for longer and to make "beef jerky" out of it)

Glow-Slug Pudding (by far the most... concerning and rather disgusting dish in this moon's culinary culture, is an expensive dessert enjoyed in some of the few more high-brow and "fancy" establishments of this moon. The appearance of this pudding depends on the color of the slugs used in its mix, often having a glowing, neon look to it in various shades of purple, pink, and deep blue. Some of these puddings are cooked and served cold, but some versions of it are raw and include living slugs- the latter being even more expensive and considered a delicacy. Most of the main cast of this book has never tasted this dessert and even now that they can afford it they consider it far too disgusting to be edible. And honestly, I think they're right lol)

In Ivion, which is a giant ice planet that Cethea III orbits, the cities sprawl underground, and are vast places built out of pitch-black stone. The original inhabitants of this planet, the Zatrian people, have a large carnivore diet - while they technically are omnivores, their diets require a much larger protein intake than that of other humanoid species. They are skilled hunters, and many Zatrians have evolved to have keener eyesight and hearing in order to be able to track their gigantic prey fast without risking prolonged exposure to the cold of the planet's surface, making them even deadlier at marksmanship.

The most common dishes in Ivion:

Intricate, meat-based dishes, with strong condiments and often a vibrant appearance. Those dishes vary from different kinds of stews, roasts, soups, and fillets, often being served extremely hot, and fresh from the oven. A single portion of those dishes is often so vast/abundant that it can feed at least a dozen people with ease.

Boiling Frostberry (a common drink that has a staple deep blue color with glittery swirls. It has a sweet yet tangy taste and as the name implies is typically to be drunk hot. This juice/beverage can both be served as a celebratory drink as well as a day-to-day beverage for all walks of life and is known for providing an astounding amount of warmth, as the berries have a capability to warm the body from within and are impossible to freeze)

Burrow-Wyrm Eggs (often harvested from Burrow-Wyrm nests during a specific season of the year - Burrow-Wyrms have hundreds of giant eggs per mating season, and the Zatrians often only poach around 5-10 eggs or so per year - these eggs are boiled then roasted over a fire with a strongly spicy pepper. Reserved for special occasions, those astoundingly large eggs (they're as big as two basketballs stacked onto each other), are a part of the traditional Zatrian diets and are only consumed in new-years festivals and coming-of-age ceremonies)

In Stryxus, the bustling dwarf planet known for its sprawling tropical fungal forests and also for being the home to some of the most dangerous crime families in the whole Khosmonian Galaxies has many different cultures that cohabitate within its sandy-colored cities, thus having many different culinary traditions spread evenly throughout the small planet.

The most common dishes on this dwarf planet:

A lot of the dishes on this planet are mushroom or fungi-based, as is to be expected of a dwarf planet that contains the largest fungal forests in the system. Mushrooms of all kinds are used in a variety of dishes, ranging from savory salads, roasts, barbecues, and even sandwiches, serving as the main source of protein for the population of this planet, both rich and poor. Sweet fungi are also a common ingredient for local desserts, especially cupcakes, puddings, and some varieties of ice cream.

This planet is also known for its sprawling cantinas and saloons, having some of the most varied alcoholic beverages, from common drinks like wine, beers, and specific brands of whiskey, to rarer, more exotic drinks that are only found and brewed on this planet, often using some rare fungi as a basis for the fermentation process, which grants theses neon colored, bubbling drinks an extremely rare taste and a varied range of appearances.

Swamp Fowls are abundant in Stryxus, and thus are a common ingredient for roasted sticks and nugget-like delicacies enjoyed by both young and old in the planet's pubs and restaurants.

I hope you enjoy the answer! Once more, thanks for the ask, and feel free to ask many more if you so wish to!

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Loose Leaf

fic fill for @thecrusadercomrade !! thanks so much for requesting and i'm sorry it took so long fdjl;sajkl; hope u enjoy <3

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She probably draws him about a million times, over and over again in her tiny sketchbook with the cheap colored pencils and the slowly dulling pocket sharpener. Fighting walkers, splattering scarlet blood all across the white page. Riding a horse, with Clem on the back of the saddle right behind him, arms circled about his waist. A lot of those pages end up stuffed between the cracks of the dumpster lid (Clem’s not tall or strong enough to lift it fully on her own) because in her opinion, they’re just not so good. She doesn’t like them, and so she figures neither would Lee.

She draws him a million times. Over and over again. But he isn’t the only one to make an appearance in her little book.

– – – 

The family is easy, probably the easiest thing there is to draw in the whole motor inn. Clementine’s had lots of practice drawing families, for school art projects and things like that, but it’s easier to draw people she knows are alive instead of the parents she doesn’t.

Kenny with his mustache and his hat, Katjaa with blonde hair that’s a little too bright because the only shade of yellow Clem has is lemon. And in between them, shorter than either but smiling bigger than both, is Duck. Clem has lots of fun dotting in the freckles all over his round, happy face; she thinks the stick-figure version of him looks very accurate.

(She considers adding a bunch of creepy-crawly spiders in the blank space beneath Duck’s feet, but ends up deciding that might be a little too mean.)

She gifts it to them, eager and proud at breakfast one morning. Kenny and Katjaa aren’t actually eating, Clem notices. Kenny eyes the granola bar his son is pigging out on with a pained expression on his face; Clementine quietly tucks her snack pack into her pocket, and though her stomach whimpers in protest, she resolves to eat it after. She can wait, just a little while longer.

Kenny looks at her like he has no idea what she’s talking about when she holds the page out in her tiny hand. “It’s like a family photo of you guys,” says Clem, slightly anxious. “Well, kind of…”

Kenny still says nothing. Clem tries not to take it personally - Lee doesn’t have to tell her so in hushed whispers just between the two of them, she knows Kenny’s been itching to leave the motel and the food situation definitely isn’t helping matters. Katjaa smiles, tired but kind, and carefully takes the drawing from her before the silence stretches out too long.

“Why, it’s lovely,” she says softly, angling it just so that Duck can see. “Look, Ducky, Clementine drew all three of us.”

Duck frowns. “Why did you make me have chicken pox? ”

“That’s not chicken pox,” Clem giggles. “Those are your freckles. ”

“Oh!” His teeth are crowded with leftover granola bits as he beams, big and wide and white. “Awesome!”

“Yes, it’s very nice.” Katjaa smiles again at her. “We’ll be sure to tack it up in the RV, right on the wall where everyone can see it. Right, Ken?”

Kenny sighs, distracted. “Yeah, yeah, that’s - that’s fine, honey.” He glances down at the paper for just a second, and his mouth twitches a little. “My mustache ain’t that big.”

“I wanna draw!” Duck exclaims, leaping to his feet. “Clem, can I borrow some paper and your pencils?”

“Ok,” Clem replies. “But you have to promise not to be too rough with them, or else they’ll break.”

“I promise!”

“You two stay in sight!” Katjaa calls after them as Duck dashes away, Clem fast in tow. It doesn’t look like it’ll rain, so maybe she’ll get out the chalk, too. Duck always likes playing with the chalk, or at least for as long as he likes playing with anything before he gets distracted again.

Once Kenny’s and Katjaa’s backs are turned once more, Clementine pulls the snack pack out of her pocket. She’s so hungry that the stale breadsticks and fake cheese are gone in mere seconds, and even then her tummy still growls, pathetic. Duck looks like he wants to ask her for a bite. She doesn’t offer any, and s he feels terrible about that but she’s pretty sure not eating would only make her feel worse.

(Years later and she still has it, even after all of them are gone.)

– – – 

Doug’s always been nice to Clementine, and she’s glad Lee saved him. Carley was kind too, and pretty, but…Lee made a choice, which is something you have to do sometimes, she knows that now. Even if the choice isn’t exactly a fair one.

(She wonders what she would have done in the same situation, forced to pick between two strangers. She never can seem to come to any sort of conclusion.)

But Doug doesn’t treat Clem like she’s a silly little girl, not in the way some of the others do. He talks to her like she’s just another adult, and Clem likes that because if she can pretend that she is just another adult, maybe things won’t seem as scary as they really are, not anymore. Doug shows Clementine how the bell system he rigged works to warn them of movement nearby, and the faded old Uno pack he sometimes breaks out has seen Clem her fair share of sneaky, smirking wins against a befuddled Lee and a frustrated Kenny.

So Doug is another person that is very easy for her to draw. That yellow shade is still a little too lemon-y, but Clem adds some brown, blends it in a bit against the page the best she can, and maybe this time it looks a little closer to his actual hair color. She makes the big green sweater extra fuzzy (fuzzier than it is in real life) and adds a teeny laser pointer in Doug’s hand, shining its red beam directly into the eyes of an oncoming walker and blinding it.

Doug smiles when she gives it to him. “Wow,” he says. “I look badass.”

“Swear,” admonishes Clem.

Doug raises his eyebrows. “Does ass really count as a curse word?” The grin doesn’t leave his face. “This is super awesome, Clementine. Thank you.”

She nods. “I just thought…I just thought you might wanna keep it.”

Carefully, Doug folds the drawing in half, then into quarters, and finally into neat, creased eighths. “Knew I still carried this around for a reason,” he says, drawing his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and sliding the page inside it. “See, there you are. Now I’ll have it wherever I go.”

Clementine beams. “I like that,” she tells him, rocking back and forth happily on her heels.

(It’s still in his wallet, as far as she knows, the night that he dies. They leave his body on the side of the road, and they leave the drawing with him.)

– – – 

Larry doesn’t like Lee, and he doesn’t like Kenny, or Duck, or…much of anyone, really. But he usually isn’t as cranky to Clem as he is with the others, and though she doesn’t know why, it’s enough to inspire her to give him a drawing. 

He folds it, just like Doug did, tucking it into the breast pocket of his sweat-stained bowler shirt. “Reminds me of the ones my daughter used to make in school.” His voice isn’t hard, but it is still very gruff.

Above them, Lilly scoffs, adjusting her position on top of the camper van. “You never held on to those,” she accuses. “Why start now?”

“Times change,” says Larry offhandedly. “People change, ain’t you know that, girl?”

“Well,” Clem says, slow and unsure. “Well, I hope that you like it…”

“He loves it.” Lilly’s teeth are gritted hard enough to crack. “Don’t you worry about that, Clementine.”

Clem scurries away before their voices get too loud for her again. She doesn’t draw Larry anymore after that - it doesn’t feel right to.

(She sneaks it out of his pocket when Lee isn’t looking, after…after Kenny drops the salt lick. The paper is weathered and torn between her fingers and she pushes it to Lilly with shaking hands before she can think any more about it.

Lilly glares at her hard like she’s just sprouted some freakish second head, and Clementine lets go of the paper quick as a flash, sobs and runs back over to Lee.)

– – – 

It feels more than a little obvious to draw Ben. He’s all alone, and scared, and no one at the inn fully trusts him yet. Lee warns Clem to stay frosty around him, just in case. But all Clementine sees is a boy, and even though he’s a lot bigger than Duck or her, he’s still very, very afraid.

She doesn’t really know how she should do it. Drawing him with his friends who died seems cruel, and she doesn’t know enough about Ben to know what he likes to do, or what he used to like to do.

So she draws him in a big field, sitting under an apple tree, a shiny red delicious in his hand. Clem’s parents once would take her to a field just like that, on the way to Grandpa’s house through all the Georgia farmland. Everybody’s different, but she figures that Ben might find that sort of memory pretty and peaceful, too.

“You’re…Clementine, right?” he asks her unsurely as she approaches him at his spot up against the motel’s grubby brick walls. The grave Lee and Kenny dug for his coach is still fresh and loamy with loose, dark earth.

She nods. “I made this for you,” she says, thrusting the paper forward and into Ben’s hands. “It’s ok if you don’t like it, I won’t get mad.”

He sort of blinks at the drawing, like he isn’t super sure what it is he’s looking at. “Is this…me?”

Clem frowns. She thought that that was obvious. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh.” Ben looks up at her, then back down at the page, then at her again. “Um…thanks. It’s really - good. It’s really good.”

“I said I wouldn’t get mad.” She sticks her hand back out, expectantly. “Give it back if you don’t want it.”

“I - I want it!” Ben’s voice cracks. “I do want it, it’s really good. Thank you, Clementine.”

She nods again. “If you ever wanna draw with me and Duck, I still have a lot of paper left.”

“I don’t know…” Ben chews his lip, like he thinks he’d look stupid for hanging around the little kids. “I’ve never been that great at art.”

“Duck’s awful,” reports Clementine happily. “No one will care!”

Ben’s lips wiggle a little like he wants to smile. “Really?”

“Really,” she says.

And no one does.

(Clem doesn’t know what happened to Ben’s drawing in the end. Maybe she doesn’t want to.)

– – – 

“I like to draw everyone.” She adds a finishing touch to her figure’s glasses, before presenting the end product with a slight flourish. “See, that’s you!”

“Hey, it is.” Mark grins. He hasn’t been here long, but he’s funny, and any new face is an excuse to use something new to sketch. “Were you in art class at school or something?”

“Yeah,” Clem chirps, flipping to the next available page in her book for a blank slate. “It was a lot of fun. I liked to paint a lot, but I don’t have any paint right now. So I use my pencils and sometimes the sidewalk chalk.”

Mark’s dirty fingernails tap-tap-tap on top of the wooden picnic table. “I used to take art classes too,” he says, and his voice sounds kinda sad. “Before I joined the Air Force…”

“They didn’t let you draw in the planes?” asks Clem, choosing from her pencils a bright red, her most sickly green. “I rode a plane once. It was long. I drew everything I saw outside the window to pass the time.”

Mark shakes his head, laughing a little. “If I wasn’t flying the plane, I was busy doin’ somethin’ else with it. Didn’t really have a whole lotta time for hobbies.”

“That’s lame.” Clem looks up at him. “You should draw more now. Since you have the time.”

“I - I guess that’s true, isn’t it?” Mark shrugs, and glances back down at the tabletop. “Whoa. Whatcha makin’ now?”

Clementine doesn’t stop what she’s doing. She presses down harder with her muddy brown, dirt and death and decay.

“A walker,” she answers, and when she’s done with it Mark is gone and his picture is left behind, fluttering in the breeze.

Clem stuffs it back into the binding of her sketchbook. Even if he doesn’t want it, she’ll keep it around. She likes the way she shaded in the darkness of his leather jacket, the little shines on the lenses of his glasses.

(Mark pretty much avoids her completely after that. Clementine wonders if he’s drawing on his own, the things he always wanted to. She decides that maybe she doesn’t quite care, and she feels horrible after the farm.)

– – – 

Her mom and dad. Sandra. Carley, Glenn, Shawn and Hershel, her friends at school, her Grandpa, her little cousins, her teachers, Mrs. Earnshaw from across the road, Sailor Moon and She-Ra and Bugs Bunny and other cartoon heroes to help come and save the day.

These are the things she draws in between, and she has no one to share them with.

– – – 

She actually never gives Lilly one, though she draws her many, many times. She’s a little too scared, a little too chicken-shit (as Duck likes to say) to actually go through with it. Lilly hadn’t been happy when Clem had given a drawing to Larry and so it doesn’t seem likely she’d want one of her own. 

But she’s scary, and sharp, and Clementine draws her a lot. Filling in and out of the margins of her notebook, angry and shouting and mean. A few times, she leaves her book face-open on top of the picnic tables, in the hopes that Lilly might wander by, take a curious peek and see herself reflected back in all the pages.

She never does wander by, so eventually, Clem stops trying it, and that’s all there is to that.

(Years later, Clementine stares a woman she once thought she knew hard in the eyes and imagines taking a match to those drawings, each and every one at a slow and burning time.)

– – – 

He isn’t the only one to make an appearance in her little book. But in the end, the one she draws the most is still and always Lee.

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JELL YOU CANT JUST DROP THIS RANDOM LORE ON THE FLOOR AND RUN AWAY!! TELL US MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

If this is about the Peppino clone theory then alright, buckle up cheesebags

First of all it's a theory and a headcanon, not lore, I don't want anyone acting like what I'm saying is canon 😭

BUT ANYWHO

I just thought it's weird that Peppino supposedly has never seen the tower in his life before or he has but he gets no association with it BUT he is plastered all over the posters, graffiti, boxes, etc in the background like he was part of the team. There's even like toys and robots designed after his scrumptious physique.

Next there's his malleability. I know this is a cartoon world with cartoon logic but alllll I'm saying is why doesn't Gus have that same whackiness? It's all mostly Brick doing the comedy. The most we have to Gus deforming his body was during the double jump where he turns into a ball. Peppino on the other hand? Turned to cheese, turned to a pizza, turned to a puppet, able to handle being in the front of a rocket, his body contorts during exaggeration of poses, way faster on foot than a rat etc.

He is just as cartoon character as the residents of the tower compared to the human levels of the outsiders like Gus and Stick. I mean yes, Gus can have exaggerated body parts but he is never as exaggerated as Peppino is

Next reason, the WAR level and the very confusing and retconned implication of what Peppino did. Some say it was canon that he was an actual veteran, some say he was technically not a soldier but a pizza delivery guy for the soldiers, and some say he accidentally wound up in the crossfires. Other than the war setting, the level, for zero reason or explanation, transitioned to a laboratory with clones of Peppino and the big ass tube in the bg has Pillar John in it. Cloning is not new to the tower but by god are they SHIT AT IT

Also here's a little intermission because I just LOOOOOVE this one tube in the bg so much

it's so stupid, he looks like he wanna die and he isn't even born yet, that's how you know you're getting a Peppino variant njsngjksrkj

but anwyay back to topic

I'm pretty sure we all think that the WAR level is the tower's last attempt at getting rid of Peppino by making a horrendous cheap move with making him relive his trauma. I love that take so much man, to think that the tower is this desperate because Peppino is SO CLOSE to destroying it that it didn't even have Pizza Time but a constantly ticking timer.

It makes sense with the war part of the level. That is clearly a traumatic event but then it turned to a lab which gets confusing.

I kinda stitched the two together and made them two different memories. The first one came from the original person the clones are based off and the other is Peppino's. I like to think that Faker and Peppino are opposites lol. Peppino has the perfectly structured body but not the mental stability while Faker is smart as hell despite being animalistic with a constantly shambling body. They're sorta the best ones to come out of the lab. but yeah, sorry for putting that tangent there. It's so to give a little context with how Peppino remembers stuff.

His brain is done fucked up that he cannot tell which memories are from him or from Bruno. It's like when you're dreaming and you already have stock knowledge in the dream's universe and it just hurts your brain when you try to pinpoint when exactly you got that information. He'd say some shit about his childhood and full believes he was the kid in the memory, and to Peppino he'd admit that all his memories are hella fuzzy for some reason but he just shrugs it off with "I'm just getting old". Also he kinda gets dreams about the lab and shrugs it off as some weird ass nightmare about the restaurant debt lmao.

(btw, Faker is well aware about Bruno's memories and know how to distinguish it from his own. I really love interpreting him as the alpha of all clones, it's so fun)

But yeah those are my reasons why I formulated and headcanoned Peppino as a clone.

All else that you need to know about this is that Peppino escapes, spends time in the real world, forgets his origins because brains are weird and it does this thing where it forgets traumatic events, and runs the restaurant (instinctual thing???), and seeing that Peppino is thriving on his own, Pizzahead thought how funny it would be to bring his ass back to the tower. Pizzahead is Pizzahead, his choices are whack asf

but all in all, I have always interpreted clone Peppino in all my silly little doodles gbjsbgksrbkj but like no one's gonna ask about it so I never made a peep nor a sound. But now you know lmao, which would raise questions that I'm more than happy to indulge

[slocumjoe]

could i get your take on what the companions (or just my favorite boy X6's) top 10 fave candies/foods would be in a modern AU?

anon you are in luck, because I am constantly thinking about the diets and eating habits of my blorbos

The numbered list isn't in any particular order, it's just so I don't have to manually count each point

so

What the companions would eat if not in a post apocalypse

Cait; Wouldn't have a taste for fancier cuisine. Eats more...hick-ish. I can say that because I was a hick with this kind of diet, growing up. Has a taste for filling, cheap, low-effort food...think lots of fast food, but "healthier" fast food. Like Chipotle, Panera, etc. Can cook, doesn't often, but will if she has a craving. Savory or tart tastes. She tends to eat lighter than you'd expect.

Blueberry brownie anything, favors dark chocolate in general

Submarine sandwiches, anything with pickles

Key lime pie

Salt and vinegar chips and thinks critics of such chips are cowards

Peach Redbull, any energy drinks though

Storebought hummus and Doritos, has been seen eating hummus with just a spoon though

Blueberry bread pudding. Simple to make, fun to eat, very comforting. Buys her bread already stale from a local bakery, has a guy to hook her up with the old shit

Seafood chowder

Sausages in any capacity. Jerky sticks, breakfast sausage, etc. Loves chorizo.

Honey buns from the gas station

Curie; Health nut, she eats like every influencer claims they eat like. Only, Curie actually eats like that. Lots of fresh foods and whole grains, little red meat. However, Curie makes a point to have foods that other health nuts would condemn, thinks its really important to not label any food as "bad." So, she balances between health nut and normal person. Her taste leans toward bright and/or sweet. Dislikes red meat.

Salmon breakfast wraps

Tropical fruit smoothies, eats so much pineapple

Iced tea, favors raspberry. Never seen without an iced tea of some kind

Halibut tacos, likes red cabbage and a fuck ton of lemon on it. Soft shells all the way

Bananas foster

Whipped brie dip, eats it with anything but loves it on apples, basically dessert

Lemon pepper grilled chicken and rice

So many salads, loves that you can just throw shit in a bowl and call it a recipe. Likes strawberries and almonds

Lemon poppyseed muffins

Shrimp and bitter melon stir fry

Danse; mixed bag. One on hand, small town diner tastes. Simple, cheap, good ol' American food. On the other, he's doomed to be a soldier in every universe he's in, so...maybe he picks up some tastes and dishes from places he's toured. Gets a weird pallate that shoots in all directions and makes you wonder what it's like in that thick skull. One day he's a good American boy with pancakes and steak, the next he's eating cake mix dry and drinking tahini from a flask.

Anything BBQ, but a pulled pork devotee

Hot coffee so heavily creamed and sugars it looks like milk. He likes the twix combo of chocolate, shortbread, and caramel flavors

Prepackaged baked goods a la Hostess, fucks up little Debbie oatmeal cookies

Apple and pecan pie

Menemen—Turkish dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, bell peppers, spices to taste, and (controversially) onions. Adds sausage and cheese, eats it with a fork or spoon (its meant to be eaten with bread)

Khachapuri—Georgian cheesy bread with egg. Eats with a knife and fork. (its meant to be eaten with the bread crust)

Smores pop tarts

Beef and potato stew

Rice bowl with fried egg and avocado, bonus points if it has bacon

Straight cookie dough/brownie/cake batter, usually when he's black out drunk and cannot shame himself out of eating raw egg products.

Deacon; Very childhood comfort food. Y'know, things you had as a kid, but probably grew out of a bit? Eats out of gas stations/takeout frequently. Very open flavor pallete, has tried everything he's had the chance to. Likes one-handed food, stuff you can have the other hand free for. Doesn’t really have a 'theme', has broad horizons for his diet. Likes lighter, mild flavors, though. He eats lightly and on the go a lot.

Hot/corn dogs, taste in hot dog toppings varies

Egg salad sandwiches

French fries and vanilla ice cream, classic combo

Mango sticky rice

Cornbread with any accompaniments. Likes honey or chili, thinks if you have a drink with cornbread, you ain't a real cornhead

Penne alla vodka

Cucumber salad. This could mean a salad with cucumbers, that trending Asian recipe where you cut the cumber so its springy, or eating a cucumber like a hotdog.

Fried mushrooms

Usually just drinks water but will have gator/powerade when he's working. Likes purple flavor

Captain crunch cereal, loves all cereal though. Prefers the kibble stuff to the berries. Starts philosophical debates about the morality of Trix commercials vs Lucky Charms commercials

Gage; His favorite foods reflect his upbringing. Coastal swamp cuisine, cheap and made in bulk. Take Danse's pallate and hyperlocalize it, and then lower the budget by a good amount. Things he grew up eating. Would gradually replace his favorites with pricier, 'less embarrassing' dishes, distances himself from his origins. However, takes care to not looked too loaded. Smokey and savory flavors are his thing, likes more spice than people expect.

Doberge cake, which is layered with pudding, often half-chocolate and half-lemon

Red beans and rice, with stewed pork if they could afford it

Blackened fish of any kind, liked it with cilantro-lime rice

Steak with potatoes and/or eggs

Chronic iced tea drinker like Curie, though he prefers the bitter kinds

Scallops

Brussels sprouts defender and will fight for their honor

Peaches

Was introduced to curry during a business meeting/outing. Could drink that shit from a glass, has it with potatoes and porkchops.

Lobster anything. This is one of those 'less embarresing' things, but he genuinely enjoys a good lobster roll. Even if he prefers a freshly-caught lobster bisque. Again, something he had growing up, something he pushes away.

Hancock; Similar to Deacon, but favors fatty, greasy food. No, it's not the drugs, that's just his metabolism. He's a skinny twink, always starving, can never put on weight. Eats as much as Danse, who is a big guy and needs more calories than most. He's really into street food and foreign dishes, won't eat at a restaurant if they speak fluent English or have good customer service. IYKYK. Very comfort food heavy, lots of "this would slap with Netflix at 2 am"

A classic oxtail, mac and cheese, and collard green take out combo

Any and all American-chinese take out, usually gets eggplant tofu with chow mein and cream cheese rangoons

"Walking tacos", those things where you open a small bag of chips and dump White People taco makings in. Probably just tips the whole thing into his mouth

Yakitori, Japanese chicken skewers, popular bar food

Bloody Mary cocktails

Pizza, will fight for the honor of pineapple. Would really be into how Brazil does pizza

Frozen yogurt and ice cream, piles with toppings

Breakfast sandwiches or wraps. Egg, meat, cheese, doesn't matter the time nor specifics.

Jam donuts, loves cherry fillings

Puppy chow/muddy buddies, chex cereal covered in chocolate and powdered sugar. Eats his weight in them if not careful

MacCready; forces himself to learn how to cook for Duncan's sake, but for himself...good God. It's horrible. Eats like garbage. Would never drink water if not to set an example. Take out, frozen food, so much candy and soda. After Duncan, broadens his horizons. Finds he really likes soups. Just throw shit in a pot and it works. Eats on a budget, so that's a life-saver. Doesn't have a preferred flavor pallete, aside from his love of candy.

Meat lover's pizza. Thinks pineapple has no place on pizza

Used to drink Mountain Dew and diet coke, replaced it with iced teas and more organic fruit juices for the sake of his teeth

Chicken soup, either from a can, or homemade. Either way, slaps. If homemade, blends veggies for a hidden veggie stock. For him, Duncan is a lot better at eating veggies, MacCready needs to trick himself.

Sour rainbow ropes

Cookie crisp cereal, thinks whoever came up with it deserved the sloppiest head. Incredible design, no notes

Cheese and sour cream chips

Famous Amos cookies

Eggo waffles

Gnocchi is God to him. Its superior to all noodles and makes your Shit In The Fridge soup 1000 times better.

Rice pudding is cheap, easy, and a surprisingly efficient sweet-tooth satisfier. Makes it with pumpkin spice mix or chocolate.

Nick; Home-cooked meals all the way. Could kill himself with cheese and die happy. Lots of easy meals and snacking so he can keep working, but will treat himself to a nice, hard-earned dinner when he has the time and energy. Likes himself the smokey, the fresh, or the sour. Probably knows all the best sub shops in the city, probably in a turf war with regulars of rival shops. Jewish delicatessens are like church to him.

Lasanga. Most of his freezer space is lasagna. Eats so much of it. He's lactose intolerant. It hurts but it hurts so good

Latkes. Fried potato things, kind of like hashbrowns, except the potato is mashed/ground instead of grated. And yes. Also pastrami. But those little potato bitches...mmmph.

Red velvet muffins with cream cheese frosting.

Fried cheese in any capacity

A prosciutto, arugula, brie, and fig sandwich

Pickled pearl onions

Cobb salad

Black coffee. Temp doesn't matter, because he's going to forget it until its room temp.

Has been known to enter fugue states and consume an absurd amount of Chicago style hot dogs

Scones or just plain bread with butter and jams

Piper; Broke college student trying to make it as a reporter. Her tastebuds are fucked, they salivate not for flavor, or texture, but for those good, good low prices. Piper's diet is almost entirely snackfood or takeout. If she ever cooks, it's for Nat. But when taking care of just herself, Piper eats from a box or bag. When she does cook, it's very simple meals. Loves her carbs and her fruit flavors

Chicken Ramen with canned chicken and frozen broccoli chucked in. Also makes this for Nat

Hot cheetos, eats with chopsticks

Spaghetti and meatballs

Fruit smoothies/smoothie bowls, blends in veggies as well for the nutrition

Coka cola and anything from Fanta, loves fruit sodas

Anything carbs and I mean that. Eats a lot of bread, pasta, cakes, potatoes...they're the sweetheart of anyone on a budget.

Buffalo cauliflower, likes it more than Buffalo chicken

Chewing gum. Fruit flavors only, hates mint gum. Likes mint elsewhere, just not in gum.

Nickle-nips and other "jelly/juice in a wax package" candies. Likes the charm of it, also, free chewing wax

Suckers/lollipops, big on hard candy in general but the stick satisfies her smoking habit.

Preston; A mix of easy depression/bulk meals and dishes from his childhood. Lots of spices, cooks with a lot of straight peppers. Tends to eat his food 'raw', not made into a dish. Again, easy and quick to eat. Also tends to buy pre-prepared stuff for the same reason, buys more fruits and veggies and just eats them straight. Doesn't care about eating healthy, he just lacks energy to cook most days.

I have no choice to explain this as it has no name. Casserole dish, layer of mashed potatoes, layer of shredded or chunked chicken, layer of white breakfast gravy or brown poultry gravy, top with drop biscuits. It's buttery, its savory, it is white as snow. Easy, cheap, one ladlefull is dinner. You'll get a few meals out of it, and it's so filling you have like, five minutes before you're stuffed. I call it gut-glue.

Dirty rice

Eggs scrambled with spinach

Jollof/jambalaya

Veggies and hummus or ranch

Various fruits and berries such as grapes, cherries, blackberries, and oranges

Shakshouka, eggs poached in spicy tomato sauce and eaten with bread

Chicken biscuits, crackers dusted with, like, chicken bouillon? They taste like a chicken Ramen packet sneezed on a ritz

Slurpees/Icees/those syruped gas station ice drinks

Straight peppers, eats bell peppers like apples. Eats pickled jalapeños and scotch bonnets to feel something. Drinks the liquid in pickle jars instead of alcohol, or mixes it with gelatin and makes pickle jello.

X6-88; Pretensious rich asshole who eats like it. He rarely cooks for himself, probably has a personal chef or something. Maybe his work has their own restaurants, like Google. Eats mostly vegetables, but his favorite foods skew from "Dubai Influencer" to "12 year old who earned too much lawn mowing money and was let loose in a convenience store." So much sugar. Willy Wonka's factory is his idea of heaven and until it exists, he's an atheist.

Raw meats. Steak and tuna tartar, sashimi, and sushi

Braised duck with cherries

Nduja, a spicy pork sausage spread, has it with flatbreads

Oysters. Eats them all fancy in public, eats them from a tin with doritos at home

Anything from Hostess, Little Debbie, those brands. Fucking anything. However, would kill a man for any kind of Swiss roll

Chocolate milk

Gummies, very picky with brands, hates the harder kinds like Haribo. Wants his gummies soft as a marshmellow

Cadbury eggs

Milano dark chocolate cookies

Gushers

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Cruel and Malicious Phraseology

Since the JLA ban on profanity in the workplace took effect, some of us have gotten rather inventive in expressing our less positive sentiments. No guesses for which member of the Old Guard had the most insults hurled at them, but... his initials are HJ. There is no context, only hostility.

"I could put an entire box of alphabet pasta through a spin cycle and come up with a better plan than that. Stop trying to be Batman, one is enough."

"Go stick your head inside a black hole, you posh knobhead!"

"Listen here, you overhyped rodent posterior... rocking up like you're the brightest glow stick in the rave negates the very idea of a stealth mission. Adjust your glow to match your intellect, please."

"You got this, huh? Looks like you handled that masterfully. Tell you what there, Mastermind... let me know if you need help finding your teeth after that glorious victory."

"Plans A, B, AND C all tanked? Over to you, Glowworm, you usually head straight to Plan D for "dumb crap" anyway."

"Quick question, do you even Metal Gear?"

"Oh, what in the unholy name of Ymir's jockstrap did we walk into this time?"

"Do... do the Big Bosses not realize pockets are a thing? Like, where am I supposed to keep my wallet, or anything, really? Is the Marquis de Sade the staff tailor, because wearing this is gonna drive me mad."

"You and I have been friends for a while, but... when you say things like that I kinda want to stab you in the eye with an explosive arrow."

"I get now why you prefer being underwater. Less dumb. Much less screaming. Speaking of... I bet you know some epic dive spots. They'll be at this for hours, we're not needed here. If the Boss asks, you're teaching me marine ecology in the wild."

"Huh. Here I thought Joker held the title for "Most Punchable Face on Earth", yet here's the new heavyweight contender, ready to throw down for the belt."

"Go boil your head in some more of that cheap weak sister beer!"

"Why don't you go hug a claymore mine already?"

"Eat my boots!"

"No, ma'am, I'm not ready for that jelly, I prefer cream cheese on my bagel anyway. You're... not talking about food, are you? Oh, monkey bread."

"Repeat after me: Pants. Are. Not. Optional!"

"I'd rather drown than EVER go clown. I might not have taste, but I have standards."

"Oh, by Artemis' sandals what did you do this time?"

"Yanno, you and a certain dirty old man thunder God have the same issue: too focused on the ladies to do your job. Eyes in the head, you ain't her type. Trust me."

"IN THE NAME OF SIGYN'S GIRDLE WILL YOU STOP SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT! The Boss can get away with it, as he was trained in silent infiltration and is not a creepy drunken sorry excuse for a washout. Either knock on the door like a normal human, or run the risk of having to sing "I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" to even enter the men's locker room."

"You died? I see your brain sure stayed dead."

"It's a RAID, not a rave. Lose the shiny stuff and glow trim, we're trying the Splinter Cell approach. Also... do you really need the three extra ammo belts? They're thugs, not the blooming Xenomorphs."

"I know over 20 languages, yet cannot explain exactly how much I'd like to beat you with a pufferfish."

"But did you die again? No? So... why so grumpy, Mr. Grouchy von Groucherson?"

"How? How do you claim to be a master shot, yet miss the ginormous glaring weak spot every time? Are you a plant from the Court of Owls? Make it make sense."

"Huh. Sniper scope, but still can't see the obvious. Just ask her already! Aphrodite help me, but you're blind if you can't see she likes you."

"Thanks, but I don't associate with the chronically dumb."

"A date? Let me check my calendar. Sorry, looks like I'm going to be washing my hair for the foreseeable future."

"Would you kindly get your head out of the poor man's rear entrance so he can get some work done?"

"Games teach you problem solving in real time, teamwork, the importance of understanding the mechanics in any situation, how to manage difficult individuals, pattern recognition, and much more. Odin's eyepatch, you must be a pretentious little sod to think you can't learn from gaming. Now quit whining and pick your fighter already. You're holding up the match."

[aicosu]

I don't have a specific scene to ask about so ⭐⭐

From Rules as Written:

Then he’s circling the store a bit randomly, picking up staples of his own before trying to picture what a high school queen bee eats. He’s an armful of chips, twinkies, cookies, and a couple of pops before he starts stacking yogurt, grapes, a banana, and some carrot sticks. And when he starts to feel bad about being stereotypical he throws on some other shit. Bread, cheese, jerky, chex mix, and some of those cinnamon sticks his mother would gnaw on like a weirdo. 

Eddie Munson and his dead mom are so intrinsically the same character to me, in that I think he unconsciously carries and mourns her constantly. He's young, and the gap of the present and her death is still too short to process. But he's also fucked up and has massive adhd, so I think grief is constantly chasing him but never gets him to focus. From experience with my husband, ADHD isn’t so much as SQUIRREL! as it is, you can remember info or memories but not the emotional context at all. Zero comprehension on the why of anything in your brain. I don't think he can really hone in on all the emotions she left behind, you know? He can't tap into it despite that its always there.

All this to say, I try to insert random tidbits of his mom a lot. And in abstract ways. I.e. above in relation to Chrissy eating something, the only other reference for a womans diet or a woman really is his mom. So it's insticually he goes to "well, what did mom eat?" Thinking of his perspective about her weird habit of chewing cinnamon stick—without the emotional context that a lot of cancer patients are tood chewing cinnamon sticks can help prevent cancer cells. Or that she ate them a lot after her treatment started. Or that they're cheap and poor, and easy for a single mother in a trailer park in chemo to eat with no appetite and no rime or money for a meal.

I like writing this way, I love writing from a very very narrow POV in a way that might make some readers recognize others won't. To anyone reading, it's a throwaway line to characterize eddie as fond for his mom. And to progress the story.

But maybe to someone out there, they might go.... ah, yeah. Cinnamon sticks. Cancer. Sad. And I like the secret hints and subtle touches that make a reader feel smart or clever. Or that they figured something out, nobody else did.

[officiallanxichen]

1-30. unless ur a coward

SCREAM LEXI THIS IS SO CHAOTIC <33 so of course i had to do it

chipotle order?

I'm the bane of all burrito bar workers because i get sooo many things 😭i get a burrito with: white rice, barbacoa usually but sometimes i mix it up, black beans, corn, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, sometimes i get mild salsa, guac if i have the dollars! and i usually get chips n guac on the side

2. thoughts on veganism?

you do you but i could never because i love dairy and eggs too much. i also have a crazy metabolism and meat alternatives don't always sate my Hunger (but i do LOVE tofu esp when it's cooked well <33)

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

i legit couldn't think of any <33 i suppose like. really bright neons?? but they just hurt my eyes and they're also cool in certain contexts

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

aliens i guess?? i want nessie to be real she is my friend <33

5. favorite form of potato?

TATER TOTS!!!

6. do you use a watch?

yes!! i have one of those cheap timex expedition watches because i can't read analog very quickly 😔

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

answered here!

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

nope! i lounge in my jeans because i'm evil

9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

sort of i guess?? i wash my face and put spf moisturizer on every morning

10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

ginger ale baybee!! or water sometimes because i'm a cool guy

11. anything from your childhood you've held on to?

lots of stuff!! books, stuffies, clothes (legit almost all of my winter gear is stuff i've had since elementary school). i love Objects <3

12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

uhh i'm not really a Brand Guy. but i like neutrogena for skin stuff. and cerave cause all my moisturizers are from them

13. first thing you're doing in the purge?

is the purge the one where laws don't exist?? i forgor. probably go hide in ikea i guess??

14. do you think you're dehydrated?

not at all i am obsessed with water

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

yikes! freezing/drowning/burning i Guess

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

YUM

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

i don't even know...i guess? stick to my bedtime routine?? because if i don't i'm always scared i won't fall asleep??

18. your boba/tea order?

answered here!

19. the veggie you dislike the most?

hmm this is a good question. probably tomatoes (FIGHT me they're used as veggies in cooking) (sorry tomato lovers they simply make me feel sick in my heart. but i like them in sauce)

20. favorite disney princess movie?

mulan <33 but i also love moana and tangled

21. a number that weirds you out?

none of them all numbers are the same to me. except the funny ones

22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?

YES i've had the same water bottle since i was 16. yes i know that's gross but shh i love her i've replaced her cap like. 5 times.

23. do you wear jewelry?

i have 2 permanently attached friendship anklets! i need to repair my friendship bracelets they both had threads snap 😭

24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

uhh american i suppose. but also when i'm writing i accidentally spell things british style and google docs yells at me

25. would you say you have good taste in music?

yes <3 it is my job

26. how's your spice tolerance?

all right. i can handle like medium spice just fine <3 it's impressive for a midwesterner but i also didn't grow up here so it's just regular

27. what's your favorite or go-to outfit?

jeans. t-shirt. fun sweater. boots. i am a simple man (autistic)

28. last meal on earth?

BIG bowl of fried rice from a nice restaurant. fancy blue cheese. bubble tea. i can't think of a dessert but something delicious and chocolatey

29. preferred pasta noodle?

corkscrews <33 idk what they're actually called

30. ask me anything !

lexi i love you <33 this was so chaotic and also really fun to think about all of these

[jackiequick]

A Loving Morning with Mr & Mrs. Hangman 💕 • Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin fanfic

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Amber ‘Skysolo’ Kazansky, Hangman x Iceman’s Daughter, Hangman x OC

Setting: A Future fanfic (a year or so after meeting at Top Gun), Established relationship

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun Maverick (2022)

Holiday: Valentine’s Day

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To say Jake was excited about today was a understatement. Valentine’s Day wasn’t something he was always into, thinking it was a cheap shot way for marketing purposes to use have couples waste money on each other, giving expectations on how love should be and raise the prices on certain items like chocolates and flowers. And they wasn’t wrong, but today felt special because of a certain someone. The certain someone who took his breath away from day one, the moment he saw her at the bar. Amber Kazansky, his angel. To her, he was her happy go lucky flyboy. This man was head over heels in love for his fine lady, he had plans for a simple sweet day.

He woke up early in the morning, well earlier than he’s used to doing, went on a morning jog with a few of his teammates while they’re special lovers stayed in bed asleep or awake starting their day. Jake went to the grocery store to pick up the milk and some bread, and even brought a couple of flowers. He arrived home to their nice home quietly humming a sweet tune that played on his playlist, preparing a tray with food and drinks.

Two grilled cheese sandwiches, two glasses of orange juice, it was too early for champagne, and a bouquet of flowers. Before heading up the stairs, he glanced around his nicely sizable home, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a sweet living room across with a fireplace from a open spaced kitchen. Outside from the view to his life going up the stairs you can see from the very window a freshly cut backyard with a small garden nearby filled with flowers and a growing apple tree. Jake smiled to himself, not thinking he would get to share his life and stay stationed out here in the North Island with her but he’s thankful he is. He stepped up the stairs slowly trying not to make sound and keep his balance with the tray he carried, once he opened the door he saw his angel falling in and out of sleep, but still slumbering in bed. He smiled softly to himself stepping into the bedroom, placing the tray on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed.

Jake leaned down pushing a few baby blonde hairs away her face and kissed her forehead. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.” He said chuckling seeing her nose scrunch up while trying to pull the covers over her face, as he stopped her, “No can do, missy. Eggs and Bakey.”

“I don’t smell eggs and bakey..I feel bread and cheese.” Amber mumbling as her grumbling frown from being waken up turned into a smile as the smell of breakfast hit her nose, slowly prying her eyes open, “You lie. I smell..flowers?”

“Mhmmm. Flowers, and I didn’t lie completely, we do have eggs and bacons just didn’t have time to bake them yet. Uh, morning!”

“Good morning, flyboy.” Amber sat up rubbing her eyes and smiled at him, softly taking in the brightness of the bedroom coming in from the double windowsills, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling!” Jake smiled softly, noticing how funny, they both look with their messy hair sticking up in places, “I made breakfast, hope you like it.”

“I’mma like it. I’m hungry and been waiting for you to get home to eat breakfast.”

“You’ve been awake this whole time?!”

“Sorta? I kept falling in and out of sleep for the last half hour.”

Jake joked while placing the tray in front of them and onto the bed, “I can’t trust you! I’m taking the grilled cheese sandwiches back, woman.”

“Oh hush, I can be trusted!” Amber said joked while taking a bite out of her grilled cheese and humming in delight, “Oh god, this taste delicious.”

“Oh god! You are hungry if a simple my grilled cheese sandwiches are taking your breath away.”

“Don’t ruin the yummy moment. I’mma marry you, this is delicious!”

Jake was taking another bite of his mouth of bread and grinned, “Really?! You wanna be Mr and Mrs. Hangman?!”

Amber nodded while swallowing another bite and smiled, “Mhm! Mrs. Hangman and Co. if your gonna be making me more food like this!”

“What’s your ring size?”

“Around a size 5. I got small hands compared to yours, why?”

“I’ll be back!”

—

Hangman ran off and out of the bedroom after stuffing his mouth with grilled cheese as Skysolo confused and concerned. “Hey! Wait! Hangman Seresin get back here!” Skysolo yelled, finishing her sandwich. She went into the hallway quickly finding Jake trying to find his other shoe almost falling on the floor and searching for red socks as he yelled, “Where are you?! I know your hiding somewhere.” Amber ‘Skysolo’ Kazansky stayed their pinching her nose trying not to laugh and questioning her relationship choices seeing how silly Hangman looked.

Hangman whipped his head around confused and a bit offensive, with a slight pout on his lips. He looked like a lost annoyed puppy, looking at her like she was stupid or something, which only made her laugh more. “What you laughing at?” He asked.

“You dummy!” Skysolo asked chuckling, finding his other red sock underneath his small table near the flower pot.

“Huh?”

“Your acting like a crazy man! Running off after I told you my ring size.”

“Cause I’mma buy you a ring, duh!”

“I don’t need a ring, remember that Hangman.”

—

Hangman stood up with pride and smiles softly at her, he fell in love with her more in that moment. Jake really did fall more in love with her everyday. He wanted to run around town until he found the perfect sliver crusted darling brightly lit ring in all of California, yes he sounded crazy and he remembers how modern she can be with stuff like this, but still he loved the idea. He said, “Why m’lady you are mistaken. My mama always said if you love someone very much and she loves you, you buy her a ring to symbolize your love! My old man did it with my ma’. Now it’s my turn.”

Skysolo couldn’t be more in love with Hangman that she already was. She remembers at times like this how traditional he can be due to how he grew up and how he was raised. But Amber didn’t need no huge glorified ring, as much as she adored jewelry and could never stop wearing them until she the day she died, she didn’t need anything else as long as she has him. She said, “But baby, I don’t need a ring to have the world know how much you love me, I just need you and your silly self. We can wait as long as we want until we say I do.”

“It won’t be a engagement ring just yet. I’m not that crazy, angel! Jeez what kinda man do you think I am? But! How about a compromise?”

“Oh! I’m listening, Mr Hangman.”

Jake then rushed off to find his dog tags that were in his bag downstairs as Amber followed behind in awe of his idea. She had feeling of what it might be as he smirked. He sat at the nearby coffee table in the center of the living room holding some tools as he got to work. One thing Jake Seresin was, is being a bit of a handyman around the house. She sat behind him, holding tools for him smiling.

Once Jake was done he held up the chain from his dog tags that he turned into a cute little ring. It was simple but held a lot of meaning with it. He shouted with joy,“ Ah ha! For you my lady.”

She chuckles slipping it onto her ring finger and nuzzled up close to him. He wrapped his arms around his princess. She smiled at her flyboy with awe and joy, “I love it! So I can keep a piece of you wherever I go.”

“Even when I’m far away, I’ll always hold you in my heart. And you will always have a piece me wrapped around your little finger.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hangman.” She said leaning into for a sweet gentle kiss.

“Your welcome, Mrs. Hangman.” He replied closing the gap between them with a special kiss, then continued, “And when I do actually propose we can replace that one for a ginormous rock on your finger.”

“Or! I just place that new ring on top of this, so I can keep both.”

“Fine by me. Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome.”

The rest of the day went very well. A picnic in the park, a walk along the beachside and dancing in the kitchen before they pair had dinner. Which consisted on delicious pizza they ordered and a few comedic pieces of media on Tv.

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Happy Love Day everyone! Thanks for reading 💕 I hope you liked it and hopefully stick around for more in the future.

Tags: @t-nd-rfoot @hangmanbrainrot @gaminggirlsstuff @mandylove1000 @sherlkore @msrochelleromanofffelton @topgun-imagines @rooster-84 @hanlueluver @starkleila @gcthvile @buckysteveloki-me and etc

[margridarnauds]

I was tagged by @lesbianelinordashwood (Thank you!)

5 foods: 4 you love, 1 you hate

I am a NOTORIOUSLY picky eater (combination of autism + picky eater gene), which makes me a pain in any food environment I’m not used to (though I’ve been working on broadening my palate and, I want this emphasize, will always be polite when I’m staying at someone’s place. Guest hospitality trumps the picky eating gene every time.)

4 I love:

    1. Rice, my beloved. Especially in teriyaki chicken recipes. Cheap, easy to make, filling. Who’s doing it like Her? 

    2. Pork belly -- I developed a taste for it when I was in Ireland. There’s a restaurant chain there called “The Spitjack” that serves pork belly, and it’s in most of the major cities which makes it an ideal stop for me at the end of a long conference (I’ll probably actually find an excuse to go when I’m in Ireland this week, actually). I’ll also eat pork belly in ramen; there’s a nice ramen place where I live that sells a relatively cheap pork belly dish for $8 with rice and quail egg that I love. (Paired, because I’m a Classy, Refined Bitch, with strawberry Ramune soda.) Something of a luxury food, given...well. Grad student. But so, so worth it. 

   3. Hot Dog Lattice -- My beloved. Speaking of foods I’m very likely to get while I’m in Ireland this week, no trip to Ireland’s complete without Her. (I actually found out the reason why most of my Irish friends look at me like I grew two heads when I bring up hot dog lattices -- they are actually Dutch. Hence why you can get ahold of them mostly at places like the Dutch brand Spar, even though you can sometimes find them in, say, Dunne’s, but not Tesco. God bless the Dutch for that one, honestly) 

   4. Ziti with meat balls -- When I was a child, my mother worked in a town about 45 minutes away. We were financially secure, we were happy, and sometimes, she would bring back ziti for me from an Italian place that was about an hour away. For me, ziti always tastes a little bit like love, as I still associate it with my mom coming home and those early days when it didn’t feel like we had any problems. My ziti uses a different sauce than the one they used at that restaurant, I don’t think I could replicate it if I tried, but baked ziti became one of my favorite dishes to make when I was in Ireland, since the noodles were cheap and it was easy to stick the pot in the oven, put on the cheese, and stick it back in again.  (Yes, I’m aware that most of these are things I had in Ireland, but consider: They have happy memories attached to them.) 

1 I hate:

    1. Pickles -- I have hated them ever since I was a child. Hated, hated, hated. “Just remove the pickle from the cheeseburger!” “But you don’t UNDERSTAND, I can *still taste it.*” 

Honorable mention to:

Easy mac, pulled pork (especially with Sweet Baby Ray’s sauce), lemon sugar crepes, garlic bread, chicken rice casserole, Cadbury creme egg ice cream (’tis the season), Sesame chicken, toast with a light scraping of grape jelly or orange marmalade, the fried chicken from the restaurant near where I grew up, Wendy’s chicken nuggets with fries and fruit punch, bacon (also, for once, I’m specifying American bacon here), mashed potatoes that still have a little bit of the chunks in them with butter, pork chops, garlic naan bread (sometimes with meat inside), mango mousse cake, potato pancakes, fried oysters, European chocolate (Cadbury is one of my all-time favorites, especially the popping Cadbury bars, but I’m not THAT precious about it...so long as it tastes like chocolate), s’mores, Cornish game hen, Kerry Gold butter, challah bread from the bakery near my old apartment

Tagging: @fallenidol-453 @mossadspydolphin @nastasyafilippovnas @claradwor @violetcancerian

[missherondale29]

Client is always right, Part 1

Chapter 1. Love talk

There are days when Hyunjin asks himself a pretty logical question about where he made mistakes in his previous life so he struggles in this life. Well, instead of practicing his profession (he has a very beautiful diploma stating his profession as a translator-linguist, it sounds considerable, and he doesn’t understand why Seungmin and Jeongin are laughing at him), he finds himself at the bottom of social pyramid, more precisely, he creates tattoos on people’s bodies in salon being not so presentable. He states that Changbin is one to blame, but now he isn’t so sure about that.

It all began when they were sophomores, and Hyunjin, being drunk enough during some senior’s birthday party (Hwang couldn’t remember his name even though he struggled enough, but he doesn’t care about that – well, nobody does), has lost bet to Changbin. And this Korean pig decided to play with Hyunjin, so his desire was that guy had to get a piercing. Well, that would be okay if Changbin chose ears. Nose, no problems. Eyebrow, he would survive. But Seo decided to make fun of his friend and chose belly button for piercing. Very unusual choice, needless to say, especially among guys, they don’t choose this location to get pierced, but Hyunjin has to be thankful it wasn’t nipples (again, he decided not to say it loud, Changbin could hear it, and then Hyunjin would regret his life choices and hate that day he told his name to the guy who joined him during his second day of university).

Changbin chose the studio, it wasn’t big or popular, it was located on the suburbs, but it was cheap enough, and Changbin’s elder brother owned it. Youngho is nobody by himself, he doesn’t create tattoos, he doesn’t pierce, but he is the one to collect money and to run through tax authorities (even if Hyunjin wanted to understand the whole Bermuda Triangle, it’s nearly impossible). It seemed like Hyunjin cursed everybody in the world during this procedure, starting from Changbin, master, Youngho, that unknown birthday boy and even the creator of alcoholic drinks. That was fucking painful, he was nauseous, when he tried to take a sitting position (he vomited then into a carefully offered bowl, until the poor stomach was completely empty), Changbin was the real asshole, because all he did was sitting and laughing so hard while Hyunjin was suffering.

“Well, it looks pretty good,” he made his reputable conclusion, while he was lying on Hwang’s bed in his dorm room and eating cheese rings. Hyunjin was carefully treating his piercing with alcohol, sticking out the tip of his tongue, “it suits you very well”.

“Nah, wouldn’t it suit,” Hyunjin snarled, but he understood, that Changbin had the point – the nature gave him not only handsome face and bitchiest character, but also such a good body, which he supported by going to the gym and training until he fell down, but the result is obvious – a neat silver piece of jewelry looked quite good against his steel abs.

 “Girls will be thrilled when you undress in front of them,” Changbin laughed, “they will spread their legs right away.”

“Fuck, which girls,” Hyunjin sighed tiredly, putting the bottle of alcohol and cotton aside and carefully sealing the piercing with a cotton pad, “first of all, sometimes you forget that I’m gay.”

“And secondly?”

“And secondly, fuck off,” Hwang grunted, giving Changbin an angry look, “I’m done with your eating in my bed, then I have to clean up the crumbs after you. Go, damn it, and eat at your place, why are you stuck here?”

“Shit, how evil you are,” Changbin pouted theatrically, but quickly relaxed, putting his cheese rings aside, “I came to see you on business. Youngho decided to promote his studio, you know, put an ad on Insta and even make something like a website. And now he is looking for models for photos on this very website, like, promoting his artists’ works. He said you looked good, so he offers you to be a model for his ad. The artist will tattoo you, of course, free of charge, they will take some pictures of you and make you a local celebrity. What do you think?”

Hyunjin felt like sending Changbin to hell again, because bitter experience showed that any adventure of this rogue usually ends up in the middle of disaster (or pierced belly button, as it goes), but he braked sharply, realizing the full depth of the issue. Well, he had been thinking about a tattoo for a long time, the topic seems to be popular these days, and here it is also free of charge, it’s just a sin to miss such a jackpot. Moreover, Youngho himself is quite harmless and adequate (unlike Changbin, of course, or it is only Hyunjin who has been a lucky one), and the situation with this ad didn’t seem so adventurous to him.

“Damn it,” Hyunjin waved his hand at this offer, “Agreed.”

“Really?” Changbin was somehow overjoyed, he expected that he would have to persuade his friend for a slow and dramatic time, and he was also preparing for being put forward a request in return, “then I’ll give Youngho your number.”

To be continued

[fireintheflames]

An IRL Update!

Just a general update on things, and some fun life hacky adjacent type things!

It's been a busy summer for sure, been trying to find something fun to do every weekend so I can hibernate guilt free in the winter. Some highlights:

Concerts! Including Styx in the rain, which was very fun! Learned that earplugs at concerts are 100% a must for anything inside, if only for the crowd noise. We used cheap Harbor Freight ones, like $5 for 100, worked pretty good!

Camping! which was delayed due to a combo thunderstorm/flood. We made hobo pies! Recipe: 1 cast iron pie iron (~$20) 2 slices of Hillbilly (TM) Bread, or similar soft wheat/white bread (think wonder bread texture) Fillings (i highly recommend PBJ for sweet, or cheese and pepperoni for savory, melty is ideal) Optional: Non-stick cooking spray (Spray inside of pie iron), put bread in each side, add filling. Clamp pie iron. Place in hot coals for about 5-10 minutes each side, flipping once. The edges should be dark, but not actively on fire. Remove iron from fire and unclamp, turn pie out onto plate and let cool until heat comfort level is reached. Eat!

Gardening! My lobelia, obedient plant, vervain, verbena, harebell, and anise hyssop flowered! I picked blueberries! My petunias have lived! I successfully transplanted lemon balm from cuttings (to a pot, the stuff is very aggressive and I'd like to bring it inside in the winter)/I somehow kept the "finicky" plants alive, but killed a nanny-berry (a notoriously hardy viburnum variety). The squirrels keep digging up my wild bergamot! But a 100% increase in bees and bugs, as was the goal! We have fireflies in our 1/4 acre city lot, which is very nice! (to see more bugs/birds, find out your city's grass cut limit and hang tight to it. Where we live it's a pretty generous 10", so lot's of "weed" plants can come up. We actually need to remove a lot of the beech and maples that are growing in places they really shouldn't (like 6" from the house foundation), but we've let all the clovers/violets/asters hang out. We also use a push reel mower and an electric weed whip instead of a normal two stroke mower, which both do a worse job of mowing grass but a better job of not annihilating the things we want growing!

Art fairs! I bought so many mugs, I'm going to need a second mug hutch! (My first mug hutch was the first piece of furniture I bought because I wanted it, not needed it. It is red, with dark green insides. The doors stick and the glass is cracked, but I adore it!). I collect mugs, but I may need to purge if I keep this up. I also bought a "rice vest". It's like a hot sock, but a vest. It has a bunch of little sections full of rice so the weight is evenly distributed. You can microwave it or freeze it. Great for my tense shoulders! I love it so much, I attached a picture!

Art classes! I took multi-media storytelling, which was basically working with collages! I made some pretty cool pieces, and it inspired me to start cleaning my side of the basement for an art studio. I'm going to sign up for more classes in the fall, see if I can get into the pottery courses (our local art center has all sorts of classes for adults, but the pottery ones are the most popular and actually have an order you need to take them to unlock them in). 100% recommend, it was nice doing something creative with other people.

Birding! Not too seriously, but I got a pocket guide and Miles bought some nice binoculars (the lad loves optics and lenses, it's the fun part of photography for him) and we take 'em on hikes! Highlights so far are some cedar wax wings (not uncommon, but not something we see a ton around where we live), a bald eagle, several great blue herons (the nature center by us is a big river/wetland, so lots of birds stop over), and a black crowned night heron. We also got caught in a surprise thunderstorm while looking at some red-winged blackbirds, which was an experience!

That's really for it, it's just been a busy time and I wanted to share! Have a wonderful day!

[mjackdaw]

10, 12, 26, 50 for April!

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

I think April can work well with kids in a late elementary school / tween phase because that’s what she has experience with in helping with her younger siblings because that’s how old they were when she started living with her dad and being a part of their lives. I think kids are entertained by her but despite being a Goth Weirdo I think she’s pretty straightforward / here’s why that dumb and hurtful thing you did is dumb and hurtful so I don’t think she necessarily gets like Cool credit you know?

I think on some level she wanted to be a parent and thinks she’d be good with it but doesn’t know if her life circumstances will ever let that happen and bio kids are very unlikely at this point so she’s just kind of hoping Wyatt or Chip have kids someday.

I think as a parent she would take after her dad - a widely understanding / you do you but deeply caring eccentric who also is pretty easy to stress out

12. Favorite food?

Not necessarily all as part of the same time but:

- pimento cheese with celery sticks

- strawberries with a little bit of white sugar

- cheesy hashbrowns

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

She’s a very open happy person- prone to a little unconscious shoulder bop. She also loves to sing - it’s cathartic and makes her feel Alive, but the skills arent quite there from a music business perspective which is why she sang backup. She can’t dance for SHIT - limited to white people at a wedding dance moves. She does hum - tends to hum or sing a lot of a mix of Old music and pop punk shit while working.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

Only take one bag - very practical , energy bars, collapsible water skin, poncho, those metallic warming blankets, etc

Packing for just like, leaving the house - wallet, eyeliner, Swiss army tool, pepper spray, phone, lighter (doesn’t smoke, wants to be a cool girl who can offer people a light), tiny radio with cheap earbuds, maybe a tiny thing of rock salt, sharpie, notepad, mini first aid kit

this is why this binch carries a messenger bag and wears jncos. she needs a lot of inventory slots!

[sunnyrifle]

「retirement」

GinMori should retire to Okinawa or smth;;

⚠️CAUTION!! i’m not eng native, this is an unedited text from my notes, structural & grammatical errors ahead⚠️

tags: PG ▪️ guns&violence

Akira: (talking about car that can suit Ginji’s retirement) Nissan Gloria y30

Pansy: she is gorgeous

I imagine Morita trying to seem annoyed by the car ,"yeah you retired from your luxurious life but want to ride this thing every day?" (he is secretly amazed by the car)

Akira: I think this model strikes between old-timey and luxurious just right!! so if it's gonna be 2000s it'd look already as an old man car, but to everyone over 50 (Gin's category of ppl lol) it'd be jelousy in act

Pansy: I always imagine they would live a normal life, maybe Gin gives his money away to prove he won't go back to shady business. but the car HAS to be fancy

Gin riding this wearing a hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. it's so easy for me to imagine

Akira: I can't imagine Ginji eating normal food and using normal clothes hahaha I bet they have arguments in the stores all the time but settle it with "okay, then you cook" and Morita is all confidently smiling like "hell yeah I will! and you better enjoy it" and they snicker and settle down (not after the whole supermarket knows these two fuck cuz they spent 30 mins discussing which cheese to choose)

Pansy: Morita will turn into a chef just to win arguments. if the food is bad Gin will look at him like "I told you so, now let's get sushi"

Akira: I also love to think that sometimes when Ginji's grumpy about some mundane thing or two, like idk cologne being cheap, he gets a stack of cash out of the blue and Mori gets angry saying "but you said you gave it away! Where did this new bottle of cologne from Italy come from" Ginji just shrugs with a side comment like "oh it's just a measly change" or smth hahah 

he can also spoil Morita by pulling out an expensive bottle of alcohol right with it saying "oh well, then you don't want to share this huh?" and ofc Mori sighs and agrees, what's spent is spent

Pansy: saved money can only be spent for the car, alcohol and some fancy date on anniversaries

it would be funny if both of them suck at cooking tho. I would love to see Gin being bad at something

Akira: I bet Ginji can't cook for life, he can brew coffee and do omelette, that's it

Pansy: after a week of omelette Mori is like okay bro enough

the first time the technique was impressive, now it's lame

Akira:  it sounds about right, Mori being excited bc there's always breakfast waiting for him in the morning and it’s romantic enough, but a week or maybe two and he's standing up fixing his hair in a lame ponytail without a brush and rolling up his sleeves: "we're eating something different for the breakfast today, you can stick next to the coffee pot tho"

Pansy: he thinks "damn omelette is the only thing I can do well but now I can't even do that"

Akira: I bet they still visit very cool old bars, but maybe since they moved from Tokyo they're now regulars in some other prefecture so no one recognises them

Pansy: retired to okinawa life, my beloved

They can move to the coast, Mori can work at a restaurant and Fin will enjoy doing old men stuff (met a retired yakuza at the park, they play mahjong for hours)

Akira: sniffles,, Mori as a handsome young waiter

Pansy: he would be so popular with the girls at the restaurant

Akira: yes!! not only locals (who eventually get to see the old man Morita smiles and giggles around after his shift is done) but also random tourist girls all sweet promising him to teach him 'how they kiss in France' or smth hahaha 

I wanna see blushing cheeks and nervous laughs and Morita's broken english sentences hahaha

Pansy: aw so cute y_y

they chase after him when his shift is over, then run into gin. they end up falling harder for the old man

Akira: haha "see, told you the car price was worth it" and Morita huffs but sits in the passenger seat with his single rose bouquet

Pansy: at first Mori wishes he could get rid of the girls, then feels jealous and confused when they go after Gin instead

Akira: he's cute which gets any girl but he's also easy to make blush which gets him bad girls

the femme fatale from all around the world at his knees yet he's always running away to the single car that pulls to his workplace to take him home

Pansy: lmao why did I imagine him running desperately to the car almost crying

Akira: "they pinched me!!" and Ginji's like so what..... "sniffle, pinched my butt the whole shift, I hate this work so muuuuch"

Pansy: lmao my dude you have survived worse

at least there's no stabbing here y_y

Akira: if there's any time a fight breaks out Morita is tackling every single one involved into the ground asap

Akira: there should be at least one waitress who bites her lower lip catching a glimpse of Ginji pulling Morita into the kiss from the open car window

Pansy: "did he just kiss his dad"

the gossip must be intense

people around the small town would make crazy stories about them… the girls want Mori to protect them from their evil exes!

Akira: I imagine some kind of local, sitting back and going "oh they must be ex yakuza, I can see their mannerisms" and some waitress going "ah, when I saw them at the beach none of them had any tattoos" and so on

theories getting as wild as they can

not to mention scars sometimes getting shown on Morita too

if its okinawa no way in hell he never rolled up his sleeves up

Pansy: two men with accents from the capital arrive in town with an expensive car, buy a small but cute house. One tries not to show scars, the other one walks around town bragging about his refined taste.

Gin's pride is too big and his manners too obvious he walks like a millionaire

Akira: I imagine all kinds of stupid scenarios happening to him when he brags about the alcohol in a bar in the middle of the day bc obviously he has nothing better to do, but as soon as he's asked to pay for the glass of what he called cheap, Ginji goes "heh.... put it on tab" acting all cool when bartender still didn't see his wallet not even once

Pansy: lol he is too used to ordering stuff without checking the prices!! now Mori will have to teach him how to manage a budget

he works so hard every day just to arrive home to an old lazy cat (fox) sleeping on the tatami floor asking "did u bring me asahi? :3"

Akira: imagine absolute humiliation Ginji experiences hanging his head low and holding his forehead in his hand over the table as Morita explains electricity and water supply bills to him

Pansy: lmao it would be such a funny experience for Gin. I imagine his face smiling with sweat drops

so hard not to buy whatever he wants whenever he wants. get humbled

Akira: right right,,, I bet he should feel at least a little bad for Morita providing money to their house and he starts rubbing into the shady side of okinawa, maybe getting familiar with some kind of underbelly of the region just so he can blackmail them here and there for money lol

"Oh, the electric bill is more expensive this month than the last one... surely there's something you could do about it?"

Pansy: Gin don't get involved in politics challenge: impossible he slowly turns into his shadowy figure

Akira: if Mori confronts him Gin just says he met a yakuza boss in the bar and they're Friends now

ooh or even better, one time them mentioning "when you're gone we'll take care of your boy, don't worry he's in good hands" not actually meaning anything bad and reassuring him instead, and Ginji snaps from it like a dream, getting reminded WHY Morita was against him getting into shady business once again...

ah I'd like to see him all guilty and silently press into Morita's hands not talking the whole evening through just reliving their divorce all by himself in his head, ending the evening with a single "I'm sorry I got involved in that again" but his eyes pleading with "please don't leave me again" instead

Pansy: lol I imagined him kneeling down in front of Mori in that sorry position

the ptsd is too intense for this old man please he has nothing left don't make him sleep in the car

I think Gin is the type of man who would be always tempted to go back to the old life. but maybe now he will appreciate gambling in horse races even more

Akira: Mori makes him sleep in his car for One Night so he'd learn his lesson

imagine him waking up Ginji by nudging his shoulder, he's still in a car and Morita needs him to drive him to work so ofc he needs to wake up already and Morita is still just a bit angry (that's why he didn't wake Gin up for breakfast) but he also feels sorry for his old back and that slept in the car all the night through lol and so Morita lets him into restaurant before the opening hours and feeds him something at the bar counter while he runs around preparing for the day

they silently make up with each other like that

[the-firebird69]

When you're selling bulk each beer can be as cheap as $0.25 and they sell it for like a dollar because they don't have to break the thing he said 75 cents is perfect because you just leave the tip and they like that a lot. That's what I saw them doing too a lot of and he says he can get us so much beer it'll be like 10 cents a beer but really they'll just be big tippers$0.30. Now I think I'm gonna try and have them brewed I got some of the breweries and I hear that they do a good job and have people testing and tasting it and it works it worked a lot this weekend lots of hamburgers hot dog sausage I like those Italian grinders with a sausage in the peppers and the onions and the German mustard yeah they're not Italian. Those are good he loves those i've seen him eat a lot of those and it's fascinating to him how good it tastes still steak and cheese too employee was having a good time and hungry howie's with his dumb invention they made a lot of money on that and Jesus Christ they don't give him a dime this is so bad. iam starting to experience it

- This beer tastes great and it doesn't fill you up like that much and you can drink like crazy and it is a fun beer it tastes better than Budweiser and it doesn't have a strong after taste like cores it's more like a Miller and it's a bit lighter but not watery and yeah miller has more like a pretty thick beer taste. It is a very nice room it is from Germany. I like to do his that idea and his keg idea and he says that on the keg you can have it painted or even ingrained and then you put a label or two or more then you come in like 5 packs and you pull it off and you can put it on your refrigerator and they're pretty big like 3 or 4 inches high and they go all over the world I mean this is a great idea he's got great ideas and the barrel comes back in and the sales people come by and they put it on there and it goes out and then people stick it on their fridge I mean it to this an awesome idea and we'll give coasters to eateries I'm getting into this this is gonna be fun And there are sports bars that have our stuff in it and he wants me to try and sell it there and said it's a instant hit. And also as a side note I would be making a lot of money. And I would probably try and get him stuff it's not a bad idea and when he gets bigger he needs workout stuff and I have a clothing line and it's kind of secret things that's pretty cool and he says if I have a superhero character he'd help try and start superhero bar then we have several in my pier would be something that would put there I have a couple characters and they're kinda zany but they do make the comic books and they're trying to rat on me which is great it's negative advertising.start wht us and teh morolock will try to flow in and ut in thier stuff not ours. we see it andhas hapeend in werstling we held our own msotly no lost half and now gain it back and yeh ok we do it nd i start it the chain. my alley. and great ideas names of food drinks andmore and memorablelia and you can buy the copies there clothing boots and acciessories. tons of fun ok. himtoo he says. and if he ever gets moeny baine stuff and yeh long e this is it we see. and these might help no way ok

Hulk Hogan

we see it now they are meaner no but ok we do see.

bg and i am in. if you do it i am there have characters lol and no n dont you do it caa

ahahahahah from kick ass the movie for your viewing engjoyment the skinny kid mclovin villain black fog or sothing

Zues Hera

and if you can get him to i accept

Hulk Hogan

no no how about Wolverine

bg

better ok good kid i see it

Hulk Hogan and he laughs no you dont lol hahahaha mean on them no way

Olympus print gosh darn it hahahaha