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ashton-sano · 3 months

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My first repost :3@

(I really need to get into the habit of doing this TwT)

I have so many foc ideas and wips but certain traits keep popping up for diffrent characters. I'm also working with the idea that little jewelry things stay on the wolves when they shift, mostly to help with identifying during writing.

Self indulgent time:

Darlin Tank~

● Has an old motorcycle that Sam not so loves and calls "the death trap"

● They don't work for the security company, unless the team needs some help.

● I think they're more of a bounty hunter, picking up empowereds with a number on them and dragging them to dump for quick, but inconsistent, pay.

● That said, William would totally want someone with Darlin's skill set and would hire them.

● Their apartment was a shit hole. One room and a bathroom. Sometimes the shower had hot water. There was no bed, they slept on that old couch.

● They're a better tracker than they let on.

● They wanted Quinn to attack first, that's why they kept the jacket. After he was captured they promised themselves to throw it away after his execution.

● They have long hair. Not for style, more of a 'I can't be bothered' kinda way. They just keep it tied up and out of the way. They like when Sam pulls it though.

● They're covered in scars, a lifetime of combat like a tapestry over muscles. They're strong physically and mentally. The only thing they're willing to bet on is their own ability to survive.

● They have a lot of ear piercings. They stay when shifted and one got ripped out during a fight leaving them with a tear in their ear.

● They spend a lot of time in their wolf form. It's comfortable. Their size is second to David, not a close second, just the in-between of David and Asher.

● They call Frederick and Brighteyes "the kids"

Samuel Collins~

● He always wears boots and a hat. Man does not own sneakers or loafers or any of that. What kind of boots? Work boots, dress boots, and casual boots. As a southern person myself I'm telling you facts.

● His eyes have the least amount of red, he's mostly silver.

● He use to smoke, he only quit after he was turned. He still checks his pockets for a pack anytime he gets in his truck or steps outside.

● He has a pickup truck. It's a four door with some decent tint on the windows. He has a toolbox and first aid kit in the back seat.

● His family had a dog when he was a kid. When things were bad he would hang out with it. Petting it made him feel better. Now he gets that same feeling of calm when petting Darlin in their wolf form.

● Once he's joined the pack he's sort of defacto dad. Just the guys all kinda message him when they don't know who else to talk to.

● He's a good teacher. He has been invited as a guest speaker for healing classes at D.A.M.N. a couple of times. He's been helping teach some of the pack and clan members how to heal.

● After the inversion him and Vincent tried to spar, only to be laughed at by Darlin. The two of them then got a few lessons from the professional.

Angel Shaw~

● They're the most serious, stoic, and focused person in their department. Their coworkers fear and admire their drive.

● They work in middle management at their company. Maybe the same one Ollie and Aaron work at.

● They don't like cooking because of how tired they always were before meeting David. The need to get up and cook just reminded them how futile everything seemed. So ordering out or getting something easy was just easier.

● They try and help David with the security company. He dosent like it, but Angel has the head for paper work and can check over everything quickly.

● They have a size kink.

● They like to sit on the counter to chat while David cooks.

● Michele cheated on them, and the proof was on his phone. It really means a lot to them that David just hands them his phone to answer text or calls.

● They have a breeding kink. Nothing to do with gender, just the drive.

● Has asked David multiple times "Would you love me if I was a worm?"

● Likes to wear comfy sweaters, even when it's hot outside.

● They have the fluffy kitten socks that look like cat paws.

● They help set up David's notes for pack meetings even handing out any papers that everyone would need.

David Shaw~

● He keeps his parent's wedding rings in a ring box on the dresser.

● He has an office at the house with a big whiteboard. His desk is always stacked with papers and the board is always covered in sticky notes.

● His fur is mostly black and he has dark eyes.

● He doesn't have any notable accessories that he keeps when he shifts. He thinks it's unprofessional.

● When he was a teen he spent more time as a wolf, but as an adult he just can't find the time to be running around the woods. Besides he would rather be home with Angel when he does have time.

● He also has scars from the inversion. None as prevalent as Asher's nor as abundant as Darlin's but he's overly aware of them and worried Angel would be grossed out by them. (They make Angel sad, but they like to tell him that the scars are proof he's a survivor and that he came back.)

● He's never met his grandparents, his dad always said "We aren't on good terms."

Babe "Babs" Talbot~

● A bit of a controler. Needs things a certain way.

● They stress clean or pick at their nails.

● They wear glasses. Thick ones.

● They admire and love Asher's ability to relax and make friends anywhere. They're working on finding a balance.

● They work in accounting. Lots of numbers. Lots of logging. Lots of stress.

● Babe likes driving, they love their old car and take good care of it.

Asher Talbot~

● Heterochromia. One blue eye one brown.

● He keeps his collar when he shifts. It's black and studded.

● He likes that apartment because it's close to the security office in town. Being in town means he also dosent have to drive so they only need one vehicle.

● He likes walking around town and taking pictures of dogs he sees. He sends those pictures to Babe saying "this could be us rn"

● He use to surf until Gabe passed. Since then he just really hasn't found the time or drive to go back out on the water.

Sweetheart Greer~

● Wears a lot of long coats and flat caps. Fashion is always on point, but it's always in greys and beige.

● Only one of their parents were empowered, and they weren't a stealth so when they got their powers it was a traumatic experience.

● They use to watch a lot of noir films, thats what inspired them to become an investigator originally.

● They worked with Colm briefly towards the end of his career and the beginning of theirs. He talked about Milo, how he was "Smarter than me by a long shot."

● They took up drinking but quickly realized it was becoming a crutch and stopped.

● They're taller than Milo, but just a bit.

● They like wearing colone, it makes it easier for Milo to find them. But they only spray it on their coat so they can quickly take it off to not be found when sleuthing.

● They didn't have pets growing up, Aggro it's their first.

Milo Greer~

● Average height. He's not short.

● His mom's family is violently catholic Italian.

● He likes colors, owns multiple Hawaiian shirts.

● His accessory is his Saint pendent. His grandmother insisted all the grandchildren have one.

● Green eyes. Kinda like a Weimaraner.

● He's stronger than he looks. He spars with Tank, Asher, and David. The four of them are considered some of the strongest wolves in Dahlia.

● He has a hand in helping train the next generation of the pack. All the younger members just coming into their powers, he's right there helping coach them through it.

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ashton-sano · 5 months

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Kinda crazy. Maybe ill post something for yall since its such an important day 🤩

#1 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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ashton-sano · 8 months

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Food Wars! Shokugeki no Souma in: Going Grocery Shopping

(Char. Involved: Sōma Yukihira, Akira Hayama, Takumi Aldini, Eishi Tsukasa)

(Thank you so much for 40 notes! Here's another one for you guys. Sorry i couldn't do a short story for these but take some headcanons my dears.)

Sōma Yukihira

-Usually you cant take him anywhere because he causes an issue in which you have to be asked to leave (much to your despair)

-The grocery store is probably the only place you two can go without much problems

-May or may not be sneaking ingredients that werent on your list into the shopping cart

"Oh? What do you mean there werent any Rice crackers and Salmon in the cart before? I'm certain you put them in."

-Will asked to be pushed in the cart around the aisles

-If he ever gets lost, find him in the Frozen Dessert aisle, he loves it there for whatever reason

"C'mon Babeeee. Just one more tub of Ice cream.....Yes i know we already have 4 tubs already. Your point is?"

-However if you were shopping for a food war/cooking practice, he'd be very helpful

-Recommending ingredients, telling you the best flavor combinations from his experience, and slipping in a few personal items

-Overall, hes a massive child in the store so please hold his hand so he doesn't run off

Akira Hayama

-A rollercoaster of emotions

-Its like stepping into a whole other world when you food shop with him

-He tends to find the items in the store "Sub par" and "Second rate" but always picks the best ones with his well trained sense of smell

"Why bother buying from these cheap stores when i have fresh spices and blends at home?"

-He'd swear he hates shopping with you but secretly enjoys the time he spends with you (Good luck getting him to admit it though)

-May subtly tease and feign ignorance when you need help reaching something at a higher shelf

"Hm? Cant you reach it on your own from down there?” -pause- “Whats that look on your face for?"

-On rare occasions, he'll hold your hand when you go together

-He swears its just so that you dont get lost but you know better

-To be honest, its just less of a arduous task if you just go by yourself

Takumi Aldini

-One of the most normal ones on this list if we're being honest

-Its just a calming and sweet time through and through

-He's usually the one to ask you to go with him but will flush when you ask why

"Dont be silly, I just thought you'd want to pick up some things for your upcoming food war, thats all."

-Will never leave you on your own in the store since he loves spending time with you more than he'll admit (his face gives him away)

-He'll push the cart and carry your bags like a gentleman

"How could you even say that, Il mio amore? As if id let you carry them when you already paid."

-An absolute god at picking vegatables for some reason

-His background in the restaurant business definitely plays a part

-In the top 3 (And not three) guys you should always bring when you're shopping

(New!) Eishi Tsukasa

-A walking beige flag when it comes to shopping

-You either love it or want to rip every single hair from your body with tweezers

-Hes not loud or causing a disturbance but hes micro managing and nitpickjng everything

"Thats the one you chose?" "Uhp, I wouldnt go with that one."

-Its better to just let him do everything because he'll make you feel stupid no matter what move you make (even though thats not his intention)

-He means well but lets be honest, you just arent on the same page very often in terms of shopping

"I apologize dear but you know im particular. I dont mean to hover."

-If you have no filter and tell him to cut it out, he'll immeidiently draw back into himself at your blantant rejection

-His more awkward side will show and he will mumble endless strings of apologies

-Just be ready to put up with this weird snowflake

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ashton-sano · 9 months

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Missing Hoodie

TW: None; just pure fluff.

PSA: Specifically for Female readers but can be read with any gender/pronoun

(This is an imagine so you can think of whatever character you want when reading)

This is an old piece I made that I decided deserved to be published cuz it was decent.

Story Below the cut

The boy groans in aggravation as he rummages through the closet, tossing random clothes behind him and letting them pile onto the floor. ��Where is it? I could have sworn it was here.” He gets up and scans the mess he made and sighs as he walks back into the living room, opting to clean it later as he was too upset. He plops onto the couch, allowing the beige cushion to swallow him up.

Unfortunately he was still angry.

Currently, the room was dead quiet. Excluding the whirring of the ceiling fan and some outside noise, It took the male a while to realize something was off since the female of the house was nowhere to be found. Typically by now, she’d be attached to his lap and snuggling into him but currently, it felt like she disappeared. “Where did she go?” He spoke to himself knowing he wasn't getting an answer from the thin air.

In all actuality, the girl was sitting in the guest bedroom snuggled into the pillows and caressed by the sheets. She smiled to herself, feeling the fabric cling to her loosely and the lavender scent intoxicating her nose. She knew he was probably looking for it but she couldn't care, she adored his scent hence why she was always clutching him in some way.

The female had been in there for over two hours, pushing three.

He finally worked up the strength to get up and search for her, checking any room she enjoyed being in. Starting with the kitchen and working from there. “Huh, I guess she Doesn't spend all her time here.” He gives up right as he reaches the last possible room in the house she could be in, The guest bedroom. “If she isn't in here then I guess she went outside. I'm too annoyed to call her.” He twisted the knob and entered the room, seeing a cocoon of blankets surrounding a figure. “Should’ve known you were in here.”

He walks closer and kneels by the bed, now noticing she is asleep as light snores leave her mouth. She turns to face him, still unconscious, and only then does he notice a familiar hem around her neck. He shifts the blankets a bit and sees that the hoodie he was looking for was right where he should’ve looked the first time; on his girlfriend. “You little thief. You had me thinking I lost it.” He strokes her head, admiring her sleeping form. “When you sleep, you look like some type of angel, you know that? I could probably never say this to you as you’d never let me live it down though.” He chuckles a bit at himself, remembering times when such an instance occurred. “You should’ve said something dummy.”-He flicks her head softly- “if I knew you liked my hoodies so much, I would’ve given you some. No need to steal.” He speaks as if she can actually hear him scolding her. “Stupid. How did I fall for such a stupid person?” He fixes the blanket on her and kisses her forehead, standing up and brushing the dust from his knees. “You are stupid. But you’re mine so I suppose it's fine.” He walks to the door, opening it and closing it as quietly as possible. “Now to fix up the room, you’ll probably scold me if I leave it a mess.”

He may tease her but he knows deep down if anyone hurt her, it’d be a problem. He just never told her since saying it isn't as easy for him, if it was he'd tell it to her while she had enough consciousness to hear him.

Everyday.

Exactly how much he loved her.

(hope you enjoyed)

#imagine #xreader #character x reader #character x y/n #character x you #x female reader #x female y/n #food wars x reader #food wars imagines #food wars #akira hayama #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n

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ashton-sano · 10 months

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Food Wars! Shokugeki no Souma in: Having a Baker S/o

(Char. Involved: Sōma Yukihira, Akira Hayama, Erina Nakiri, Takumi Aldini)

Sōma Yukihira

-Same old Soma tbh

-Sees you as quite the worthy adversary whether or not you're better than he is

-Always the first one to try your dishes

“C’mon! Lemme have a taste, it looks so good!”

-Biggest supporter honestly

-It doesn't make him any less likely to make you try his gross dishes though

“Oh don't be a scaredy cat, Just one bite!”

-At least one food war per day honestly

-Tiring, to say the least

-I'd like to think he has a sweet tooth so you being a baker is like heaven for him

“Everything is here. The cake is cooling in the fridge, The fondant is rolled and properly colored and the frosting is-'' I pause my listing as I realize the frosting isn't where I left it. “Huh?” Did I misplace it or something? “Could've sworn I left it right here.” I blink twice in an attempt to backtrack from when I had it. “Okay, so I remember grabbing the ingredients from the fridge, then setting them right here,” pointing to the counter as I pull a pout. “Then I brought out the stand mixer and began making it. Afterward, I turned away to put the mixer away but when I turned back I still remember seeing it.” I close my eyes in hopes that’ll jog my memory, “Then I ran to my room to get my molding knives and called Soma in to watch the Strawberry puree boiling.” Wait. I called Soma. “I came back and that's when I don't recall seeing it.” That bastard. “SOMA!” I yell throughout the dorm as I dash to his room in a fit of annoyance. As I made my way past several of my roommates, they each gave a fearful expression and made way for me to get by. I clutch the doorknob, slamming the door wide open as I catch the thief red-handed. He had the spoon halfway in his mouth as the frosting was mostly gone, eyes slightly dilating at my entrance. “Oh, Uh...Hey Y/n.” I glare at him, “Why are you eating my frosting.” He looks anywhere but my gaze as he lets out a nervous chuckle, “It looked good so I took a bit and then a bit turned into a spoonful, and well you see what happened.” I sigh, “Whatever, just know you’re making me dinner for the next month for that.” He smirks, “Why say that like it's a bad thing? I love making food for you, Y/n.” My heart warms at his sentiment, “Yeah yeah.” I make my way to close the door but stop just short to peek my head in, “However, do that again and I’ll make sure the only thing you can eat is frosting.” He drops his smile to replace it with worry at my threat, “Yes ma’am.” I close the door and shake my head, too touched to be truly mad. “He thought it was that good?” I let out a breathy laugh on my way back to the kitchen to remake it, “Stop making me want you to come back to steal my food you idiot.”

Akira Hayama

-Very proud of you

-However, he isn't very keen on showing it so you’ll have to be patient

-There are some things you add in that even he doesn't sniff out which is probably the only time he’ll get curious and ask about it

“Making something new? What crazy ingredient did you add this time, hm?”

-May act all mean but he is actually very excited when you come to let him try your food

-Never call him out though, he’ll always deny it

- “This again? Still hard at work trying to perfect it, are you? Fine ill have a taste.”

-Don't let the facade fool you, he’d hate if you asked anyone else to try your food.

-Can be a bit childish when it comes to that

“Is it too salty?” He smacks his lips a few times, taking in the flavor. “If anything it's a bit lumpy, kinda dry too.” I scrunch my face, “Odd. Could've sworn I kept the heat low enough. Guess I wasn't paying enough attention.” He tilts his head, “The flavors aren't bad though, honestly pretty perfect if you ask me.” I give a small smile, delighted by his praise. “Sorry to drag you all the way here for this Soma.” He gives a low chuckle, “No problem. I'm always down to taste test, especially your amazing food!” I grab the plate with the crumbs of the cake I had recently made and brought it to the sink, “You do not need to flatter me.” He shakes his head, “No flattery needed. You’re talented, nothing to sugar coat y’know.” I wasn't sure how to respond to such blatant compliments so I settled for a small lopsided grin. “Thanks, that means a lot. Especially coming from the first seat of the council himself.” A light pink brushed his cheeks, “Now whos doing the flattering? It's nothing to brag about. I do have a lot I must improve on.” His ability to grow never ceases to surprise me, “You have quite the determined spirit, it's admirable.”

“Yeah, I'm sure he's quite the guy.”

We both turn to the voice that chimed in, “Ah, Akira, how's it going?” Soma inquires with his usual enthusiasm but the albino doesn't share the sentiment. “Fine. What's happening here?” I don't miss his dismissive tone as he turns himself to me. “Soma was just taste-testing a recent cake I was making.” He narrowed his eyes for a moment, “Well how's that going?” He asked but I'm certain he didn't really want the honest answer to that. “Still need some tweaking, but good overall.” He folds his arms, “Well I'm glad he's been of assistance. Now I think thats enough for today, it's getting late.” Its 6:30… Soma chirps up, “Well i gotta head out, needa prepare some stuff for tomorrow's food war, see ya’!” He waves as he leaves the room, and for a split second, you could see a glint of a smirk on Akira’s face.

“You’re such a jealous child.”

“Shut up.”

“You know I'm right.” He pulls me in, pressing a warm kiss to my forehead, “You don't need him to taste your food. I was here y’know.” I rest on his chest, “You never really seemed interested in tasting my food so I asked Soma since he wasn't busy.” He tightens his grip, “Don't do that again. Just come to me and ill give you feedback.” I give a knowing smile but don't comment on his obvious jealousy, “Well ill keep that in mind.”

Erina Nakiri

-A true sweetheart honestly

-Will 100% help you with your sweets and pastries as the loving girlfriend she is

-Baking dates every weekend is a must

“Quite the variety you have! All this for just one night?”

-Takes a little more time to judge the taste since she does truly enjoy your food and doesn't want to miss any key flavors

-Has to take a few tastes to actually take it in and not just judge with her god tongue and all that

“Wow, this is well made! The ganache you used brings a beautiful contrast to the moisture from the cake; well done my dear.”

-Basically, her and Hisako's relationship if they were dating; just very doting and sweet entanglement

-Loves when you surprise her with your treats after/during a long day

-Simply brightens her whole day

(might be ooc)

The kitchen brimmed with anticipation as I stood beside her as she flour-dusted the countertops, and the sweet scent of vanilla permeated the air. Today, she had invited me to step into her world, to experience the artistry she crafted every day.

I watched with admiration as Y/n effortlessly measured ingredients, their hands moving with precision and grace. Their culinary intuition was a marvel, as they expertly combined flavors and textures to create a symphony of tastes. The kitchen became their canvas, and I was fortunate enough to witness the strokes of their pure genius.

With every task that was to assigned me, Y/n’s patience and guidance enveloped me. They encouraged me to embrace the techniques, trust my instincts, and pour love into each step. Their professional expertise blended with unwavering belief in me, ignited a newfound passion within my heart.

As we worked side by side, I absorbed their knowledge like a sponge. They shared secrets and tricks, while their insights lifted my baking skills to new heights. The boundaries between teacher and student blurred, as our connection deepened and our shared love for the craft blossomed.

The oven hummed, the heat embracing our creations with warmth and anticipation. Together, we carefully placed our masterpieces inside, entrusting them to the alchemy of heat and time. The kitchen transformed into a sanctuary of hope and creativity, where dreams and flavors melded together.

As we waited for our creations to bake, Y/n's presence filled the room with an aura of confidence. They smiled, eyes gleaming with pride and love. At that moment, I knew that this experience was not just about baking—it was a testament to the beautiful bond we shared.

As the aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, we opened the oven with eager anticipation. The sight before us took my breath away—golden perfection, a testament to our collaboration and dedication. With a sense of accomplishment, we adorned our creations with delicate touches, transforming them into edible works of art.

Sitting at the table, forks in hand, we tasted the fruits of our labor. Each bite danced on my taste buds, an orchestra of flavors that sang of our love and shared passion. At that moment, I felt the warmth of Y/n’s presence, the fulfillment of our culinary journey, and the sweet taste of a love nurtured by the joy of creation.

Baking with Y/n was more than an adventure in the kitchen—it was a glimpse into her world, a celebration of her talent, and a reminder of the beautiful bond we shared. Together, we wove a tapestry of flavors and emotions, creating a lasting memory that would forever sweeten our lives.

Takumi Aldini

-A tad competitive

-Will mellow out when you’re practicing your craft though

-Absolutely will stare hard at you (but do not point that out, he will blush and pout)

“N-No! I wasn't staring. I don't know what you’re talking about.”

-Please make him some, will be fussy if you don't let him have what you made

-Will always give you pointers though so never be afraid to ask

-Especially loves it when you come up to him to ask; makes him feel all bubbly inside And a bit outside too. (Again, don't point it out. Tsun-Tsun.)

I carefully dusted the final touches of powdered sugar onto the delicate pastries, admiring the golden crust and the perfectly piped cream filling. My heart swelled with pride as I surveyed the display of my creations in the bakery. This was my passion, my art—the result of years of dedication and hard work.

Just as I was about to take a step back to fully appreciate the beauty before me, I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist. Takumi, my Italian chef boyfriend, nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Y/n, these look amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "But you know, there's something missing."

I turned my head to catch a glimpse of his mischievous smile. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He pouted playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, I've been craving your sweet treats all day. You can't just tempt me with these delectable pastries and not save a few for your beloved Italian chef."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics. Takumi had a way of tugging at my heartstrings with his charm and infectious enthusiasm for food.

"All right, all right," I relented, unable to resist his request. "I'll save a couple of pastries just for you. But you better be prepared to savor every bite, Takumi."

He grinned triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with delight. "That's what I like to hear, Y/n. You know just how to make me happy."

As I carefully set aside a small box of pastries reserved exclusively for him, I couldn't help but marvel at the power food had to bring us closer. Our shared love for culinary delights was a bond that we cherished—a language of flavors and textures that spoke volumes in our relationship.

And so, with a secret stash of pastries hidden away, I looked forward to the moment when Takumi would indulge in my sweet creations. Because in those moments, as he savored every bite, I knew that our connection was strengthened, and our love for each other grew sweeter, one dessert at a time.

(This is my first writing piece on this platform so it's not the best but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Never hesitate to make a request and ill make time for it.)

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