#the restaurant au lives on!
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hello! for the dialogue prompts, turkgrespa + 19 if you don't mind? i thought it was quite fitting because of your restaurant au <3
ah i see,, a person of culture! restaurant au it is ;)
Food
"I made you lunch," Antonio says, setting a plate down on top of a growing stack of papers nestled on the edge of the office desk. "I figured it was about time you ate something."
(Lunch is a humble offering of what remains of Antonio's breakfast—the dregs of fresh tomato and garlic and olive oil slathered onto freshly toasted bread. Antonio's favourite, of course.)
Sadık glances over his shoulder and up at him, and gives a smile to say 'thank you' without the words ever passing his lips. He is deep in work, his brain more numbers than letters, and so Antonio smiles back, and chooses to not disturb him for even a second too long.
Currently, Sadık is trying to get ahead of bills, ordering, payroll and savings while the restaurant is closed for the day. Herakles, by comparison, has never really had a finance head; they made an agreement before Antonio's time that any thing covered in euros would be entirely in the chef's hands, and, in the meantime, Herakles would manage staff and customer relationships. It is more his forte.
(Though, even then, Antonio has now taken on some of that responsibility.)
As Antonio leaves the office, he bumps into Herakles himself. And Herakles asks him without missing a beat, "Where's my lunch?"
The Spaniard tries not to laugh, amused solely by the other's tone. "You never placed an order," he says.
"Neither did Sadık," Herakles counters.
"He's got a point," Sadık then joins in, before swivelling around on his chair and suggesting to Herakles, "You can always have mine," to which Antonio protests quite sternly.
"That plate does not leave this room," he warns Sadık—or both of them, really, "until you eat what's on it."
The way that Sadık and Herakles glance at each other reveals to him, quite naturally, that they are currently adding this incident to a mental pile of 'reasons why Antonio is also our mother'. He tries not to roll his eyes in response (for fear of it also being used against him).
"I'll eat it, don't worry," Sadık goes on to assure him, before turning back around and facing his work. "I just need to chase this invoice, first…"
And with that, he shuts himself off. He is in an entirely different plane of existence, and Antonio and Herakles walk out into the short corridor between the dining room and kitchen. They'll check in on him in about an hour.
"So, about lunch."
Antonio glances at Herakles, does a sort of double-take, and then squints at him warily. "What about lunch?"
"Are you having any?" Herakles asks him. "It's nice of you to think of other people, even if I'm not included in that—" Antonio tuts. Strike two! "—but you also need food. No?"
"I do," he duly replies, "and I intend to. You wanna help?"
"You have something in mind?"
"Of course. I call it, 'raiding Sadık's stock and eating whatever needs using'," Antonio tells him, which earns an enthusiastic hum, followed by an eager prompt to lead the way.
To be clear, Sadık is fully aware of this arrangement. Sunday is a day where the three of them will double-check stock after Saturday's close and clean, and make sure anything that will not survive the night is used or removed so they can avoid as much waste as possible.
Often, there is not much for them to go through (the kitchen team are very thorough on a Saturday) but today, a venture into the walk-in reveals some produce that won't be missed.
Antonio proposes a soup for ease. Herakles does not object. There is still some bread from breakfast, after all, that they might as well use.
Over the next half an hour or so, they work together to prep the vegetables, make the base, and then begin cooking. For a while, the kitchen operates like a well-oiled machine, even if they are only hobbyist chefs. Then, once the vegetables are cooked, Antonio takes charge of the blending while Herakles sees to warming the plates and cutting the bread; it only takes a few minutes more.
Parsley is chopped, cream is sniffed and set aside for use, and then, once the Spaniard is satisfied and the Greek starts to sneak one too many tastes—et voilà.
They sit together at one of the tables in the restaurant, out of view of the front windows. It feels like a lunch date of sorts, and the atmosphere certainly settles as the pair of them start to eat. Food. Food has such miraculous powers. Antonio values it more than anything.
Though, even he has to admit, Herakles' company over the next few minutes is equally as dear. They talk easily, about food, about comfort food, about childhood food—and just as Antonio goes to ask Herakles why he hasn't considered having more Greek food on the menu, they are joined by a third person.
A plate is set down on the table as Sadık pulls up a chair. Antonio eyes the tostada, neglected, abandoned, untouched.
"I thought I said that this plate wasn't allowed to leave the office until you ate," Antonio reminds Sadık once he is seated, somewhat light-heartedly. "Do you hate tomatoes that much?”
Sadık gives him a wry smile. "You know I don't," he replies. "But I could smell whatever you were cooking—soup, it seems—and I, uh… Well, I wanted to join you two for lunch instead."
Antonio softens. "Do you want some soup, then?" he offers. "Your bread will be all soggy now, anyway."
"No, no… I'll survive."
Yet, "Go and get a bowl," Herakles encourages. "There is plenty there. And it will be better than…" He nods at the plate. "Whatever is left of that."
"Maybe so, but I don't want to waste something that he spent time maki—"
"It took five minutes at most. Really, let me get you a bowl."
"Toni, it's fine—"
"No. Sit," the Spaniard insists, however, rising from his own seat without hesitation. His hands falls on Sadık's shoulder. He smiles, and he says, "I'll get you a bowl, and then you'll feel like you're really having lunch with us, okay?"
He doesn't give Sadık a chance to argue, not that he's sure he would. But Antonio has learned that stubbornness and perseverance can go hand-in-hand, and that sometimes, it is okay for him to put his foot down like this.
After all, Sadık may be one of his employers, but now, he was also one of his People, and that feels far more important.
[ final wordcount, 1090 words; prompts found here! ]
#helia writes#hetalia#hws spain#hws turkey#hws greece#turkgrespa#the restaurant au lives on!#i'm slowly working through some of the other prompt requests i was sent in january im so sorry ive been slow :')#ah. these three deserve soup and bread. lots of garlic. steaming. mmmm.....#soup........
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AU where William opened a restaurant, a normal diner with breakfast & no singing bears, until one day the local mechanic who’s known for being a bit eccentric shows up like hey ‘can my animatronic band play here?’ and William, completely sleep deprived and running on half a donut, absentmindedly says ‘sure’ and the next day lo and behold there they sit up on a little makeshift stage, and William is trying to remember how they got there but is still too tired to give a single solitary fuck and hey the customers seem to like them, so there they stay
#and then he develops a crush on said mechanic who comes to maintenance them and the rest is history#as in they both end up on fire one day bc one of them. not naming names. got a little stabby#no real tho#I love the thought of restaurant owner will#who allows henry to showcase his ideas/ inventions in said restaurant#slowly falling in love#and then living forever in domestic bliss#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#william afton#henry emily#my hcs#spontaneous meeting AU
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Give me something from the restaurant au, any scene you really want to write <33
this is a little cheating because i’ve had this written for a while, but: here’s a little snip!
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“Alright, great! So, that’s a number four, medium well, no mayo. For your side, do you want fries or a side salad, Sir?”
“What kind of fuckin’ question is that? It’s a burger. What kind of hippy-ass place serves a side salad with a burger?”
David Jacobs loves his job.
He does. This job, waiting tables at an expensive burger joint in the heart of Manhattan, is admittedly one of the better ones he’s had. Sure, he gets his fair share of shitty customers- like this rough and tumble wannabe cowboy, who no doubt got roped into his wife’s vacation to the Big Apple- but you get shitty customers everywhere. At every single restaurant he’s worked at, of which there are many, he’s had bad tables. Eight tops that only give him a meesely five dollars for a tip, macho guys who like pointing out that David’s ears are pierced and therefore he must be one of those queers, moms that bitch about how long food takes to get to the table even though he’s just sent the order in five minutes ago… Shitty customers are everywhere.
And David loves his job.
So, he nods, and smiles, and lets out his practiced-to-perfection laugh. “I know, right?” He says, looking the man in the eye. “Side salads at a burger restaurant? It doesn’t make any sense, but it’s policy to ask anyway. I’ll get that order in for you guys here in just a second, and it’ll be out shortly.”
The man with the bushy mustache and beer gut seems satisfied now that David has proven he’s not a hippy-ass who likes side salads, and he gives him a grunt of acknowledgement. David takes the menus, smiles at the table, and walks straight to the iPad in the corner next to the bar to send the order to the kitchen.
He’s just about to press the send button when he hears a voice to his side, high pitched and squeaky, say, “What kind of hippy-ass, liberal-ass, blue state, gay-ass restaurant serves a side salad with a burger? Do I look like one of them queers? Yeehaw, America, I wanna fuck my gun.”
David rolls his eyes as a laugh rips from his chest. He glances to the side and sees Albert there behind the bar, slinging a towel over his shoulder; Al has this cocky little smirk on his face, matching the awful southern accent he had just tried to do. So far, Albert is the first friend David has made here— he just started at this restaurant about two weeks ago, and Al latched onto him by his second day— and David is always thankful that the hostesses put him in the section closest to the bar. Albert makes the lunch rush bearable.
It takes David a second to stop giggling, but as his laughter dies down, he reaches over the bar and slaps Albert’s shoulder. “Fucking hell, I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who had to hear that. If I survive this table without shooting myself, you owe me a beer.”
“What’s his problem, anyway?” Albert asks, leaning with his palms against the cool mahogany of the bar. “Stick up his ass?”
“Wife dragged him to New York,” David responds, placing the menus from the table underneath the iPad stand, and he makes a note to let Smalls and Spot know that the menus in the back are ready to be brought up to the hostess stand. “The entire time I’m trying to take his fucking order, he’s all like, ugh, I hate this, these burgers better not be for pansies, this better be good like Texas burgers, and I’m just waiting there, like, okay, just give me your goddamn order already. I wanted to die, Albert.”
Albert snickers, then glances to the side and straightens up. “Well, don’t go dyin’ yet, Jacobs. You just got here, and I like you, so if you leave, I’ll have to kill you.” He grins again, then nods his head to the left. “Your four top on twelve looks like they’re ready for the check.”
David nods and taps the bar twice. “Thank fuck,” He says under his breath, and shoots Albert a tight, closed mouth grin. “I’ll be back to ruin your shift later.”
“Can’t wait.”
From then on, the rush takes over. Closing checks, pre-bussing tables, running food— it’s a madhouse in the restaurant for about two hours. David knew it would be. Pulitzer’s is conveniently located just a few blocks from Times Square, so the weekend rush is always awfully full of tourists, and it may suck in the moment, but David really likes it. It’s kind of fun, actually; in the few minutes of downtime he has on this job, he makes conversations with his tables, hears their stories. He gets to know them, even if he’s just a fleeting little nobody in the grand scheme of their trips.
At the steakhouse he used to serve in, he got to be part of a few proposals, which were always stressful but incredibly rewarding at the same time. Unlike a lot of his coworkers, he actually loves having little kids sat in his section, and as a professional big brother he enjoys joking around and listening to them babble on about whatever their mind deems important at that age. He talks to tourists about their travels, gives recommendations for hidden gems around the city, and makes them feel at home for the thirty to forty-five minutes he’s taking care of them for. It’s the least he can do, honestly.
And, well. The tips are always better when you add a personal touch.
That’s what this is about, right? The tips. The money. Working for pennies is bad enough, but working for tips is a game. You have to choose the right action, say the right words. Morph yourself into someone you’re not. Pretend you don’t like side salads and form an alliance with the mustachioed cowboy from Texas. Play up how many times you go to synagogue to please the Jewish grandma who comes in with the grandkids. Talk politics with republicans and hide the rainbow pin on your shirt collar.
David has experience at this. It doesn’t make him any less bitter.
#i LOVE THEM i love them. its so good#davey jacobs#david jacobs#newsies#livesies#ask a jac !#newsies musical#newsies live#newsies broadway#albert dasilva#restaurant au#jac txt.#jac writes#newsies fic
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Happy WIPW Aerie 💝
I read your latest snippets from last Wednesday, I don't think there is anything you have to reproach yourself for. They are hilarious and full of life as always ✨🎉
To celebrate the death of Tumblr live could I kindly request a toast and a dinner at my favourite restaurant? 🤍🫂
WIP Wednesday (1/24) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 90)
“I know. I hear most of it,” Neil mutters, squatting to look in the fridge. Thankfully, Kevin hadn’t gotten to the half a watermelon Neil had stashed in the back. He takes it out and stabs a spoon into it, slamming the fridge door with his hip.
“Bring me something to drink?” says Jean, as Neil starts back into the living room.
“What do you want?” Neil huffs, setting his snack on the table.
“Mm… Is that bottle of wine from the other night still over there?”
Neil turns to check. “Yep.”
“That.” Jean says. To be an ass, Neil nearly brings it to him in a coffee mug, but decides to be nice and climb on the counter for an actual glass. After pouring a generous amount, he brings it over to Jean and goes back to his chair with his melon in his lap. For a few moments, they sit in near silence. The only sound is Neil’s spoon squishing through watermelon flesh.
“How was, uh… How was work today?” Kevin asks, sounding almost asleep. Lap dog, indeed, Neil thinks fondly.
“Boring,” is Jean’s answer.
#thank you <33 sometimes i just feel like my writing falls so flat. like it just feels boring? also hell yeah tumblr live is dead!! :D#aftg#andreil#kevjean#Mafia Restaurant AU#WIP Wednesday#🕊️#answered#broken-beak-flower-feast
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I don’t feel like our love is brand new. There must have been lovers, soulmates, before us, experiencing what we get to have. And it’s giving me comfort to imagine there will be many more like us to come. Our kind of love is the kind of love that makes this rotten world worth living in.
prince simon in madrid
a pilgrimage along the world that @prince-simon created 🥹
Simon’s neighbourhood, Chueca
“It’s actually the Queer Neighbourhood of Madrid, and coincidentally also where I live.” He lowered his voice as if to tell a secret, “It’s actually not a coincidence at all.” (chapter 2)
Casa de Campo (view from the Royal Palace lol oop)
Wilhelm didn’t even recognise himself. He didn’t think he’d ever looked that happy. And Simon… his eyes were closed and his curls were a mess and Wilhelm had never seen anyone more beautiful. (chapter 3)
El Retiro
Simon looked at Wilhelm much too adoringly for a statement this goofy. “The ducks are gay!” He yelled at Santiago and Paula, “Just so you know!” (chapter 9)
Palacio de Cristal
“Here’s a funny thought - bear with me, okay? But just imagine. Flowers. Everywhere, like on the ceiling, up the walls. Fairy lights scattered all through it. It would be so gorgeous as a- uh, like. For a wedding…” Realising where his train of thought had gotten him, Wilhelm fell quiet, looking at Simon with wide eyes. (chapter 9)
El Palacio Real de Madrid (more specifically the Throne Room lmfao)
Simon traced his fingers over the bruises on Wilhelm’s neck and in the opening of his dress shirt, humming contentedly. Wilhelm followed the movement in the mirror, and marvelled at how good they looked together, how well they fit together and how much Simon belonged right here – on the throne, with Wilhelm. He deserved the world and so much more. (chapter 12)
Museo Nacional del Prado
Around them, the other visitors kept moving, admiring the art on the walls, and for the moment Wilhelm felt infinite, imagining himself a painting, looked at and analysed hundreds of years from now. El Abrazo de los Príncipes.
Lo Spasimo, Raphael, 1515-1517
“Are we allowed to kiss in front of Jesus on his way to crucifixion or is that tasteless? Because I really want to kiss you right now, Simon.”
Las Meninas, Diego Velázquez, 1656
“He made me look at Velázquez in the painting and how he was looking back at the viewer, at me. I still remember the exact tone of his voice, how he was so certain when he told me that I had every right to be where I am. That I am the subject of this painting, the king being painted. All those tyrants, King Felipe and Emmanuel and all those that came in between, they are trapped in that mirror forever while I am here, alive, we’re here. Velázquez is looking at two queer princes, ready to paint us.” (chapter 13)
Casa Alberto
“So, tell me more about this special part of Madrileñan history.” He was slightly teasing but mostly actually curious.
Simon seemed all too eager to answer that question, and it hit Wilhelm how genuine Simon’s care for his city — his country — and its people was. It made him a little sad to know that a lot of people didn’t get to see that because they only focused on Simon being too gay or too Latino, or even just too carefree and enjoying life because he was young, to be their future king.
bonus content:
Iglesia de San Antonio de los Alemanes (where Simon goes to church)
“I think I need to go somewhere.”
“Oh?” Wilhelm said softly, “Right now?”
Simon hesitated before he nodded. “I need to- get some clarity? Or - I hope that I’ll get it there?” He whispered, voice shaky.
“Do you want to tell me where you’re going?”
“To- uh, to pray? I mean- to church? I don’t know if I’ll pray…” Simon’s voice was shaky, uncertainty shining in his eyes when he dared to look up at Wilhelm. (chapter 11)
#god i don’t think i have immerse myself into a fictional world so deeply before#this story lives and breathes#and i love what it has given me god to imagine when i read the first chapter i have not moved countries or gotten a cursed degree yet#he feels like a friend i held by the hand and walked through adventures together🥹#i really went to a particular restaurant and ordered particular dishes because i read about it in a book#and it was as magical as i imagined heheh#(including the snails sksksk)#prince simon i love you forever#prince simon au#prescribing everyone a reread Right Now!#give me attention and i’ll come back with extra pics of the food sksk#simon’s depression church is not mentioned in Text but this is canon source hehe#i’m not the first person to visit pscu locations and i love everyone who’s done it what a great idea it was so fun!#yes i know you’re not supposed to take photos in the prado but then i remembered this was built by a colonial powerhouse then felt less bad
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Making a post abt this so I don't forget later on when I wake up in the morning but, for the Beach Bros AU, I can totally see Bruce going to bed after reading a bedtime story to all 13 of his children and just as he's about to drift off John Dory appears at his bedroom door and says "hey, what about me??? :[" Like the pathetic manchild he is.
(image unrelated. The post just felt empty without the low quality JD)
#whether he wants a story to be read to him or HE wants to read a story to BRUCE bc he misses doin that for his lil bros is up to u to decide#you can pick the ending#ooough but what stories would they tell each other tho is the question...#theyd definitely have a lot to talk about considering the huuuuge time gap from when they went their separate ways to the present#for JD its all the cool stuff he found on the Neverglade trail. The many beasts hes fought to survive. How he met Rhonda... etc etc#hes got a LOT to talk about despite living in the exact same spot for years... Nature nerd lmao#For Bruce its ofc stories of how he met Brandi. What prompted him to open the restaurant....#...How he settled into Vacay Island. What ge did before Brandi. and even how he got to Vacay Island in the tirst place#<- tho the last one is a biiiit of a sensitive topic for Bruce so that doesnt cpme up until later on#I hope u guys know I have some stuff planned for Bruce in this au. you arent ready for it im warning yall now#beach bros au#trolls john dory#trolls Bruce#nuls nonsense#sorry for lore dumping abt my au in the tags except im not ill do it again
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In today’s thoughts: Naruto setting up a temporary restaurant for a festival, it was supposed to be a stall but he went overboard, like seriously overboard it looks and acts as a permanent restaurant
And!! It’s frog themed!! (Iruka helped him find a lot of the decor)
Anyways, thinking about Sasuke, Itachi, and Obito coming in to eat (it’s my au, I decide who’s alive), bringing along a huge ugly-cute frog plushie for Naruto that they won from one of the stalls
Naruto, of course, loves it and excitedly puts it up on its own pedestal thing where it blends perfectly with all the other frog decor and he calls it “frog king” while Sasuke points out that “this is way too much effort for just a stall, dobe”
And at some point, Jiraiya stops by, gets into a joking argument with Naruto over whether it’s a frog plushie or a toad plushie, agrees with him that whatever it is, it’s a king, and makes it a lil crown while Naruto cooks
#Naruto#naruto uzumaki#uchiha sasuke#iruka umino#obito uchiha#itachi uchiha#Jiraiya#frog king#I fucking love self indulgent Naruto au’s#everyone lives and heals and Naruto has a kickass frog restaurant
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Sunday updates are being put on hold for the month of may
due to a strange mix of my body rebelling, school/work stress, and my current hyper-fixation fading out while my brain sort of just oscillates between interests, I have lost like all my motivation to write/read/reply to comments/ do anything other than what I’ve got to.
Because of that I’m putting temporary hold on my Sunday updates for the rest of the month. Hopefully by the time the month is over I’ll have my motivation back. I’m not abandoning those fics they are just on hold for a bit. I’m also not saying I’m going to stop updating outside of Thursdays, who knows some oneshots may come out, just not on Sundays.
If you have any questions on the Sunday fics (restaurant or superhero au) feel free to send in asks! The least I can do is answer some stuff and those fics are still important to me.
All that being said, I’m still updating 101 on Thursdays. I haven’t made it 80+ chapters into a 102 chapter fic to quit now, so help me. Update times just may very
#cywrites#just not on Sundays for a bit#101 reasons to live and keep living after that#qsmp superhero au#restaurant au#I have no clue if I even have a tag for that#I’m so sorry guys!!!
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Thinking about them again (stex human au in which the main characters are a bunch of teens in the early 1980s and they start a roller skating club)
#starlight express#stex#stex au#starlight express au#Rusty is just a guy who goes to church on Sunday and has a crush on a pretty girl in his class#Greaseball has a massive group of friends but only three of them actually go to the same high-school#Both Electras existing and being this sibling pair who were adopted by a rich family but they really hate their lives bc their parents-#-aren't queer friendly and so is like half the town#and they have to keep their identities secret until they go to Rusty’s high-school and find out that there are other queer kids who are in-#-a roller skating club but half of the other kids aren't even aware they're queer bc internalization#they go to skating rinks and they eat at like frosty freeze or some shit on Saturdays#the roller club going to their local restaurant after a competition like theatre kids go to IHOP after a show#Rusty may or may not have a little crush on GB or Electra I haven't decided yet
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more shinji lore from cooking shrimp tempura with him
it sorta confirmed some hcs of mine but i wouldn't have needed canon to say it anyway, i do whatever i want
#gale plays p3r#i also hc him working at a restaurant in AUs in my head where he lives#'gale he doesn't have long to live you don't know if he would've made it much further than march' I DO WHAT I WANT
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Here's more of my Huntlow Hadestown au that turned into a Huntlow and Lumity au with Gus as Hermes, because my brain is having a fun time with Hadestown again.
So, for more information on this au, I'm still making it up as I go. For now though I do have the roles everyone plays worked out and I had this cool idea to incorporate Caleb Wittebane and his wife AND the Grimwalkers!
In Hadestown, Hermes says that this story is an old song from way back when, it's love song and a tragedy. He Also says "Maybe it will turn out this time" Which implies that this story has been on loop for a long time now. The same song and dance with different people each time, a neverending cycle, but with a few slight changes.
In other lifetimes, Caleb and Katherine were Orpheus and Eurydice and when they failed, they became workers in Hadestown, because they couldn't bear to live apart. Unfortunately, the longer you stay, the more you forget... Until there's nothing left. You're nothing more than a shade, an echo of your former self. No thoughts other than "work" and "Keep your head low".
The next time it happened it was with a Grimwalker Philip made with the hope of having his brother back, unfortunately for Philip, The Grimwalker fell in love... And somehow the cycle continued and wouldn't stop. Except, both parties didn't choose to stay in Hadestown willingly, it became part of deal if they failed.
Hades: " You can both leave, but YOU have to walk in front, while SHE/HE/THEY follow behind, but if you turn to see if they're behind you... Then SHE/HE/THEY will remain in Hadestown and your soul when you die will be put to work here for eternity."
There was always a different Hades, but after that one said that. It became an unquestionable and unbreakable law of the underworld. To give any who try to leave a chance, but also a reason no one tries to leave. For doubt always comes in.
There are always little changes each time, Orpheus gets a bit closer to exit, Eurydice becomes less of a pessimist and a bit more hopeful, Hades' heart becomes a little less hardened, Persephone becomes less of resentful of Hades and less of an alcoholic, Eurydice becomes a bit more hesitant to accept Hades' offer, and Orpheus becomes a bit less naive.
But in the end, these changes aren't enough to change the ending... but maybe it will turn out this time...
Cast:
The Workers: Viney, Skara, Boscha, Raine, Eda, Lilith, Jerbo, Blight twins,Perry Porter, Harvey and Gilbert Park, Caleb Wittebane, Katherine Clawthorne and all the Grimwalkers
Persephone: Willow Park
Hades: Hunter Wittebane
Eurydice: Amity Blight
Orpheus: Luz Noceda
The Fates: Kikimora, Belos and The Collector (though I have been going back and forth between Odalia being a fate instead of Belos)
Hermes: Gus Porter
#Hadestown au#toh fanart#willow park#hunter toh#Huntlow#Lumity#gus porter#A bunch of doodles I did on napkins in a restaurant for 3 hours#Hadestown and the Owl House live rent free in my brain#willow x hunter#I just think it's a neat idea#orpheus and eurydice
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Ikkaku's realm is a lighthouse tower made of crystal that glows with light that stands tall in a dark abyss, shining in the darkness. The interior of this tower is made entirely of crystal as well, mostly quartz and tourmaline and more, with everything from the furniture to the pillars to the statues to the fountains made of it. It's a blindingly beautiful and ethereal place, where silent servants that can best be described as ghosts of light will offer food and pillows and books and other comforts.
However, it is a place Ikkaku finds lonely, as the servants do not engage her in a meaningful way, and she often finds herself longing for company. It's one of the reasons she calls upon her brother so often, and why she rarely refuses visitors, even if they are dieties she doesn't particularly like.
#We All Live in a Yellow Submarine (aesthetic)#Divine Heart (Goddess AU)#Engine’s Pulse (Ikkaku)#(a major influence for Ikkaku's realm is the Mythos Restaurant from Universal Studios)#(only not a restaurant and everything is crystal and it's a tower lol)#(anyway this brainrot is real baby!)
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Fem!jaydick au
Where Jay has had enough of Bruce and his bullshit for sure this time the fight between them is really bad this time and she is truly getting tired.
On her latest mission she is investigating the strange case of missing people of Gotham's elites, not that she cares for those kind of people in society but there's something similar between the majority of those particular individuals, all of them where actually going somewhere in their work to help people in downtown Gotham get a better life, they where working to help this damnded part of city to get up on it's feet as a whole community..... not just some stupid charity work to benefit them.
So of course she got interested plus the victims where still low in number and their missing kept a low profile you had to actually look for their names to get any news of them. One other thing the victims have shared is that all of them went missing after visiting a certain cabaret/burlesque style nightclub, either during the visit or shortly after.
Jay decides it's finally time for her to go undercover. There in the club with the more high class setting and old style ambiance facing a stage, what people really and mostly want to attend is the performances of nightingale the most talented act under the clubs hands, the major performer for each of the missing victims and later on, Jay finds, is the most beautiful woman she has ever seen in all of her two lives( or maybe not she has had the same feeling about someone else when sha was way younger but she cannot remember when for the life of hers now)
Later on turns out this one captivating beauty is none other than the missing last Grayson, Rachel Grayson herself who have been used by the court of owls to get all of their dirty jobs done
Whump happened and happens, instant attraction happens between them, they spend lots of time to learn about eachother and eventually love each other, they burn it all down, Jay somehow manages to rescue Raya from the court( maybe fake her death or something) and Jay use it too to cut all ties with bat ( also maybe fake her own death), confessions happens and then a happy ending
The closing scene would be where Raya would take Jay to an open park theartr/stage where she confesses her love and want to be with Jay through singing being alive, Kurt Hummel style
#jaydick#fem!jaydick#red hood x talon burlesque au#this is related to another idea where they elope from gotham and everything they know and retire from their vigilante work#to open up a restaurant somewhere in europe and then live happily forever#also jaydick the musical au
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what type of restaurant is it? And how did people find out jack and David were dating?
i answered what type of restaurant it is here, but here’s the javid portion!
the thing is, they would keep it a secret for as long as possible.
it kind of plays into power dynamics just a little bit in some ways? the head chef and the new server who doesn’t know anything- thats what people could see, even if that’s not necessarily the case.
the truth is that davey has been waiting tables for years at this point. hes the newest guy on the team and yet he’s a seasoned veteran, and he’s waited in everything from your shitty little dives to the most upscale restaurants in the city— he’s not about to let a chef like jack push him around. their relationship is still kept under wraps, though, because they don’t need the drama.
the way anyone finds out is when davey shows up to work in the passenger side of jack’s car after a drunken night that accidentally lasted until the morning. that’s when charlie finds out, and he kind of reams their asses for a bit but makes them sign some paperwork just in case- because, lets face it, if things go south then the restaurant could be in trouble, bc davey and jack both have tempers and they are not ones to shy away from their opinions.
eventually they start being more coupley though, in staff meetings and at hangouts on off-days/after hours, and that’s how people find out!
#ask a jac !#jack kelly#davey jacobs#david jacobs#newsies#livesies#newsies musical#newsies live#charlie morris#crutchie#javid#javey#restaurant au
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Dumb stupid headcanon of mine that doesn’t work in canon but I have it and I’m sharing because I have nowhere else to put it: Saeko and Mine get facials and manipedis together every month
i think mine deserves a girl's night and a girl bestie actually you're right for this anon omg
#snap chats#mine lives au engage#love the idea that they're getting their nails done and mine just makes an offhand comment about daigo#like something that Mildly irritates him like We Always Go To The Same Dingy Burger Restaurant For Lunch#and saeko's just Ugh That Sounds Annoying but mine is immediately defensive about it#NO The Burgers AREN'T Good But It Makes Daigo-san Happy and saeko just 🤨#You Two Can Compromise....#i just think saeko would be the perfect bestie for mine when it comes to his feelings about daigo and helping him navigate them#or just someone he can talk about them with and she wont be an unromantic brick#because lets face it mine's weirdly romantic. Psychotically Too but if given the right environment i know he can be sweet <-- delusional#saeko's just that perfect blend of 'girly' but also stern and No Bullshit. they could gossip together omfg#my third eye's been open anon thank you for this gift#MINE ASKING SAEKO WHAT HE SHOULD DO FOR AN ANNIVERSARY/BIRTHDAY PRESENT#he knows daigo in and out and that's the problem: he knows daigo wouldn't actually want anything#but alas... mine's Gift Giving ways. he's too conditioned to think of any other way to show his love#saeko probably calls him a nitwit and that the answer's right there in that he should just arrange a date for them#but now mine's overthinking it and fighting himself because It Should Be Lavish And Expensive- Only The Best For Daigo-san#but also daigo really would be content just sitting in the mall for five hours eating fried food#saeko offers some good spots her own girls have gone on dates to if he wants to try something new.. girl bye...#ignore me im writing a whole fucking. SAGA down here !!!!
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I am clinging to the edge of the fnaf fandom by the tips of my nails and it's dragging me in slowly but surely like... Well like an animatronic that wants your corpse. Anyway have a belle security breach au idea.
The virtual reality of U is top of the line vr tech, with millions if not billions of users, each with a unique personally generated avatar. It hosts hundreds of worlds and global events, able to create spectacles impossible in real life.
Naturally, fazbear entertainment would have a huge presence on there, it being so much easier to create, maintain and animate false bodies in the virtual world. They create a mega pizza plex, dressed to the nines in neon and strobes and holograms, and without having to worry about the dangers of npcs turning evil they fill it up with new characters and robotic staff to serve. Even with the many... issues they face with their real world locations, the fazbear name skyrockets, bringing in fame and fortune... And obsessive followers.
One of which is a young woman called Vanessa, who lingers around the pizzaria a little too long for her own safety.
And, years later, a young homeless boy with dreams of performing and government given U earpieces for online education. Or maybe he just stole them.
There's a cool mechanic where visitors can win a ticket to go in freddys body for a time! No one's too sure whether it's an actual avatar with an actual paid performer or just a really good script, but either way glamrock freddy is cool with it. No one really wants to ask his physical counterpart to do the same though, those rumors are NASTY.
Gregory is one of the lucky few, but his scheduled time is when it's getting dark. He steals some pizza out the back of some restaurant for dinner, and enters the virtual world. It's great! It's even better than he imagined! He gets to meet his idol!
But human bodies don't follow into the virtual world.
And the fazbear pizzeria has some worrying rumours.
He's curled up in freddys avatar when something clamps around his neck and
Well.
#Me: isn't it messed up that the souls of murdered children are forced to perform for crowds in the bodies of the things that killed them#Wouldn't it be worse if the body was a world famous performer and not just a small time gimmicky kids restaurant#Security breach location is off the wall pricey there's no way they're not making millions now#Afton proves that souls can get somehow possessed in code? Not sure how but what if we went further with that#It didn't come up but Vanny found a 'sleeping' kid round the back of the pizzaria and dragged him in just in case he'd seen anything#Where he was completely helpless and got eaten#In this au she's moonlighting as a virtual security guard to keep hackers out of the megaplex#Also vanny. She's a cult member which made her vulnerable to Aftons manipulation and now she's a right hand woman chugging the evil juice#Of not entirely willing corruption#Vanny is an anon avatar - she would have to log off to switch accounts#Anyway now poor Gregory is trapped outside reality with no idea what happened to his body and possessing his idol#I really like the idea of both freddys being around at the same time. I think the two possessed kids would get on but I'm not sure how#Security breach being virtual would be such a cool idea though. Not to mention it'd explain how it looks like that. Meta!#Also the idea of a possessed animatronic having to work alongside actual ai animatronics and being treated the same would be...#A not good experience for your self worth and mental health#On the one hand so much angst potential#On the other there is significant potential for crack if Gregory just decides they're people and goes found family#And he gets to perform! On a global stage! With his idols! And gets glamorous living quarters and merch and expensive accessories and -#And there is a computer virus going around corrupting his best friends. He's seen the moon attendant staring through the window at night.#I think the final arc of this au would be freddy/Gregory himself getting sort of hunted by increasingly suspicious ai in the bodies of his#Having to talk and act his way out of situations and avoid vanny - possibly his murderer#While hunting down information on how he died and what's happening outside virtual reality#And possessing souls are ANGRY. He is ANGRY. He is hurting to the point of destruction just like his irl counterpart he is willing to burn#Whoops this is long#Might make it separate posts#long post#fnaf#fnaf gregory#fnaf security breach#security breach
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