As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!

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[specimenintimidant]

Need something?

@olc-eolaiche

The cold weather was refreshing. It brought back memories of his old hometown. Which reminded him, once this was over as in the heavy snowfall, he would go home for the weekend to hunt. All he needed to do was one mall thing. Start packing his things into his car. Sadly due to the rules he left his most prized possession back at him, his beloved hunting gun.

Gaston couldn’t help but slightly pout as he carried his gym bag to his vehicle when he noticed someone in the area. Normally he would have brushed off this person but hardly anyone was out due to the weather expect for him. He grew a bit suspicious but walked on only to lose his keys. “Oi!” He called out to the person. “Think you help me find my keys?” 

[specimenintimidant]

Winter Pick Ups

@vxlkyrie-online

The brute groaned slightly, in his hands were two hot chocolates. One for himself and the other for his little pick up strategy.  He been wait all day basically standing out in the cold weather and yet no one that caught his eye had passed by him. Take a sip from the warm drink. It took a lot of will power for him not to spit out the drink, having been on his eleventh one.

All he wanted was for someone, anyone  attractive to pass by. Not only to finally get some but to get rid of the sugary drink. It was probably gonna take a lot of exercising to get rid of the calories he was gaining from drinking hot chocolate alone. Retreating to the warm cafe he bumped into someone exiting and looked a bit relieved at the cute girl in front of him. He quickly held out the extra cup to her and smiled politely.

“Wouldn’t want you to be cold, though I’m sure you’d be a cute-sicle.” Gaston internally cringed at his line wanting to die at the spot. He’d put the blame on the sugar he took in. Though his pride was to strong for him to back away so he stood there mustering up all the confidence he still had left after that line and waited for her answer. 

[sweet-prince-type]

Starter Call

// Hey Hey! This a Starter call for all four muses [ Tamaki,Neptune,Gaston and Saeran ]

// These will be random, please specify for which muse and what muse will be interacting with said muse. For actual plots/plotting feel free to message me in discord. these starters will be winter based!! [ ex. playing the snow, Christmas, etc. ]

No cap!!

[a-special-mademoiselle]

“are you happy here with me?” - Gaston

Such a Small World

@specimenintimidant | Meme [ x ]

Belle never would have believed that she’d find a familiar face when she began attending university. All throughout her first year, she had been constantly seeing new faces and been introduced to all these new, fascinating individuals. Now a sophomore, the brunette expected to only continue discovering new people, with the occasional acquaintance appearing in her surroundings every now and then.

To say that she was surprised when she found herself face-to-face with the brute was an understatement. Belle’s whole body seemed to tense, brown eyes flickering upwards to meet his face. The ends of her lips twitched, threatening to pull downwards into a frown. Her brows furrowed, what could only be described as uncertainty scrawled on her face. Yes, she recognized this man — he originated from her hometown. She knew the name; it would be a crime if she didn’t, as Belle did recall him having quite the reputation and an unnerving number of admirers. She may have known the face, she may have known the name, but, Belle did not know the man — not for who he truly was.

“Are you happy here with me?”

Eyes widening at his inquiry, Belle couldn’t help but lean her head back, pursing her lips as she pondered on a proper response. “Am I happy here?” She rephrased his question, nimble fingers tugging lightly at the end of her shirt. “Yes, I am. But, am I happy here… with you?”

That was a whole different question. The brunette took a deep inhale, meeting Gaston’s gaze as she gave her answer. “I don’t quite know yet.”

[a-special-mademoiselle]

Belle was certain Gaston would fumble and reveal that he had messed up the author’s name. How far could he drag on this joke? It had been enough for Belle to struggle to come up with a parody of Romeo and Juliet. She would have been fine if he admitted to mixing up the names, really. She wouldn’t have held it against him. Perhaps they could have a nice laugh over it and move on?

Her eyes widened at the brute’s response. The brunette bit down on her bottom lip, the corners of her lips twitching upwards in an attempt to grin. MacBarney? Now that was certainly something.

“A true classic.” She chided, stuttering a bit in an effort to conceal her laughter. “And how long have you been reading his works for?”

[specimenintimidant]

Gaston felt prideful. He was glad that he was finally getting through the brunette. Thank god he remembered the names of those boring books. Though he was expecting her next question. Chill Gaston, you got this. After all he was doing alright so far.The girl didn’t suspect a single thing. Or that’s what he hoped for. “Oh a while.” He lied. 

“You know, like high school.” He shrugged a little. He tapped his fingers agaisnt the smooth surface of the table. He was already losing interest in the topic but he wanted to impress the girl. “So what about you?”

[narcissistic-knight]

Breaking A Sweat || Zen & Gaston

[specimenintimidant]

Gaston decided to take a lazy day, meaning just do some weights and get on the treadmill. The man himself was exhausted from listening boring lectures so early in the morning. Perhaps he could change that next semester and focus on making sure he only has early afternoon classes. That way he could focus on his muscles again. He couldn’t allow himself to lose those beauties. He was making his way to the weights when someone tried to get his attention.

Probably a beauty, he flattered himself and looked over tot he voice. His expression fell when he saw what looked like a toothpick of a male trying to ask something. Poor soul, he needed to eat at least twelve dozen eggs in his diet if he ever wanted to catch up.

“When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs, and now that I’m grown I eat five dozen for starters. The rest is just working out, but it’s really in making sure you have enough protein.” 

[sweet-prince-type]

Sorry for randomly disappearing, please give me a heads up if I owe you anything or if you would like to thread with Tamaki,Gaston,Neptune or Saeran!. I was stuck without a laptop for almost two weeks since my charger busted. 

[a-special-mademoiselle]

“are you happy here with me?” - Gaston

Such a Small World

@specimenintimidant | Meme [ x ]

Belle never would have believed that she’d find a familiar face when she began attending university. All throughout her first year, she had been constantly seeing new faces and been introduced to all these new, fascinating individuals. Now a sophomore, the brunette expected to only continue discovering new people, with the occasional acquaintance appearing in her surroundings every now and then.

To say that she was surprised when she found herself face-to-face with the brute was an understatement. Belle’s whole body seemed to tense, brown eyes flickering upwards to meet his face. The ends of her lips twitched, threatening to pull downwards into a frown. Her brows furrowed, what could only be described as uncertainty scrawled on her face. Yes, she recognized this man — he originated from her hometown. She knew the name; it would be a crime if she didn’t, as Belle did recall him having quite the reputation and an unnerving number of admirers. She may have known the face, she may have known the name, but, Belle did not know the man — not for who he truly was.

“Are you happy here with me?”

Eyes widening at his inquiry, Belle couldn’t help but lean her head back, pursing her lips as she pondered on a proper response. “Am I happy here?” She rephrased his question, nimble fingers tugging lightly at the end of her shirt. “Yes, I am. But, am I happy here… with you?”

That was a whole different question. The brunette took a deep inhale, meeting Gaston’s gaze as she gave her answer. “I don’t quite know yet.”

[a-special-mademoiselle]

Humming a bit, Belle awaited some sort of response from the brute. She watched him, noticing him start to look around as though he were in some sort of frenzy. Was everything alright?

“Gaston?” She called carefully, pursing her lips. “Is something wrong?”

She paused, taken aback by his response. “I’m… I’m sorry?”

Who or what in the world was Waldo Shakes?

Did… did the brute mean William Shakespeare?

Eyes widening, Belle quickly hid her mouth behind her palm, struggling to fight back a giggle. She was almost positive that was who Gaston was trying to refer to. Should she correct him? No, the brunette would try to amuse him.

“Waldo Shakes,” she echoed, trying to sound as serious as possible, “yes, of course! He’s an amazing author!”

She lowered her hand, lips twitching as she attempted to keep from smiling. “And what is your favorite work of his? Personally, mind would have to be…” she paused, trying to think of a silly title, “Rodeo and Jules.” She grinned.

[specimenintimidant]

“Yeah…” Gaston could feel sweat starting to form on his forehead. He needed to come up with a title. What where those blasted names of this guys works. He should have paid more attention to them when he was in high school. Blast those days in the sun, how he wish he relive just one. Maybe that way he could just pay attention once to his English teacher.

He remember something with the ‘Mac’ in there. Was it ‘Macbeth?’ No that sounded stupid. He chuckled a bit. “Oh Belle, you would like that one. Quite the romance.” 

“Mine has to be MacBarney.”

[specimenintimidant]

Your favorite photo on your phone right now?

“All 290 photos of me. I would have more if things wouldn’t get in my way.”

[specimenintimidant]

What would you do if you woke up one day and no one remembered who you were?

“Well all know know could ever forget this face.” 

[specimenintimidant]

What are you going to be for Halloween?

“A hunter.” 

[specimenintimidant]

What color are your bedsheets?

“Um..I believe they are red with an antler pattern.” 

[specimenintimidant]

What picture is on your phone's lock-screen right now?

“Me” 

[specimenintimidant]

If you could use a normal everyday object as a weapon, which would you choose? Blades don't count.

“My ‘guns’“ Gaston didn’t waste time to flex his biceps. 

[twilightuniversity]

[specimenintimidant]

Party Animal | Yang and Gaston

[solixdragon]

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“Yang? That’s a cool name.” He nodded slightly liking the way her name sounded. Gaston took a sip out of his own drink before answering her. “I just moved in recently.” He leaned agaisnt the wall. “Decided to come check the party scene tonight.” He thanked his lucky stars for leading him here. 

“So I’m guess you go to a lot of parties. Will there be anymore soon?“ He rose a brow. “Like any good hosts? I don’t want to end up at a lame party the next time around.” He chuckled at the thought.  Though if she were to appear it wouldn’t be that bad. Not even an hour passed as he already knew he was going to like this girl.

“You know you’ve got some beautiful golden locks.”

Violet eyes watched with bemusement as Gaston drank his own drink, her mind calculating how quickly she wanted to finish her own drink. The blonde knew that one drink could easily turn into more, but she didn’t want to race through them until later. 

“Welcome to TTU, then,” she said, chuckling lightly. Oh the great welcome to school spirit; it just made her sick. She took quick swig of her drink to help herself bite her tongue. “The party scene is pretty good here. There’s a party every other weekend. Adam, tonight’s host is pretty good. But i prefer the Beta House parties. They’re usually on a Thursday but it’s so worth it.” Her face contorted as she frowned, wincing at the thought of a previously bad party. “Steer clear of Stella’s parties no matter how desperate you want to go to one; you’ll thank me later.”

A grin appeared on her face at the compliment. The blonde felt her eyes twinkle momentarily, her ego starting to swell as her favorite feature had been highlighted. “You’ve got a keen eye. It’s all natural,” she said. This guy was definitely on her good side already.

“You this smooth with all the ladies? Or should I be flattered?”

[specimenintimidant]

“Thank you.” Gaston chuckled at her welcome. He found it a bit amusing, seeing how it’s such a common thing to do. Regardless, he was really interested with the party info. “Well I’ll keep an eye out for those Beta House parties then.” Gaston furrowed his brows but nodded regardless. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Alright well that adds one name to the blacklist then.

The brute only wanted to have a good time here, not get the life out of him sucked. He had already dealt with such parties back in his home town. He shook the thought as he paid his attention back at the blonde. “Natural? Well well, now that’s quite something.”

He laughed a little. “There’s hardly any girls with such natural beauty anymore.” He playfully winked. “Hm? Who knows?” He said jokingly though he knew the answer to that already.  

[specimenintimidant]

“Charming” Disturbance | Rapunzel & Gaston

[specimenintimidant]

It seemed to be the brute’s lucky day. Talk about such a nice looking girl. Had it been with anyone else, he probably wouldn’t even have bothered to help pick up the art supplies. Though he found it interesting she’d spend her day this way rather than doing something else, like shopping or of the sorts.

“What a charming name for such a cute gal.” Gaston complimented as he took some of the paint and help her set things back straight.  He looked up at her other art supplies before looking back at her. 

“Regardless, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?“ He asked. The male had plans on at least gaining her number. “How about a date?”

[starsandlanterns]

    Rapunzel smiled softly at his small compliment. “Thank you! You’re very sweet.” When she had first glanced at him she had expected another Hidan but was happy with the nice surprise of a gentlemen.

    she had been making sure they had picked up everything and nothing was damaged when he had suddenly offered to try and make it up to her. It was a kind offer, but it wasn’t neceassary. It also didn’t feel right to accept a date over simply spilling some items out of her bag, and she had just met him after all.

    “Thank you for the offer, but it’s really not necessary. It was just an accident and nothing was damaged.”

[specimenintimidant]

Gaston kept up his friendly appearance. Though he was a tad bit irritated with the outcome. “Well I’m glad nothing is broken. But really, I want to make it up to you.” The male wasn’t going to give up now. Gaston was known to be persistent especially around a cute girl.

Though he did want to return to his daily jog, maybe he’d keep this up a little longer. After all he knows that eventually she had to say yes. “Well maybe not a date bu how about I help you find another spot to paint? Wouldn’t want you to have the same problem twice and actually end up with something damaged.”

“How about it?”

[a-special-mademoiselle]

“are you happy here with me?” - Gaston

Such a Small World

@specimenintimidant | Meme [ x ]

Belle never would have believed that she’d find a familiar face when she began attending university. All throughout her first year, she had been constantly seeing new faces and been introduced to all these new, fascinating individuals. Now a sophomore, the brunette expected to only continue discovering new people, with the occasional acquaintance appearing in her surroundings every now and then.

To say that she was surprised when she found herself face-to-face with the brute was an understatement. Belle’s whole body seemed to tense, brown eyes flickering upwards to meet his face. The ends of her lips twitched, threatening to pull downwards into a frown. Her brows furrowed, what could only be described as uncertainty scrawled on her face. Yes, she recognized this man — he originated from her hometown. She knew the name; it would be a crime if she didn’t, as Belle did recall him having quite the reputation and an unnerving number of admirers. She may have known the face, she may have known the name, but, Belle did not know the man — not for who he truly was.

“Are you happy here with me?”

Eyes widening at his inquiry, Belle couldn’t help but lean her head back, pursing her lips as she pondered on a proper response. “Am I happy here?” She rephrased his question, nimble fingers tugging lightly at the end of her shirt. “Yes, I am. But, am I happy here… with you?”

That was a whole different question. The brunette took a deep inhale, meeting Gaston’s gaze as she gave her answer. “I don’t quite know yet.”

[specimenintimidant]

It took Gaston two hours to locate the building. Mainly because the brute didn’t want to ask but surprisingly he managed. Of course without  looking embarrassed. He was honestly annoyed at the fact that the beautiful girl of his hometown decided this place. “The things I do for…” He grumbled as he walked in.

He eyed the rather odd looking area. Not liking how quiet it was or how many books were in here. He forced himself to look relaxed and made he was around looking for Belle. “BELLE?” He spoke aloud only earn a few hushes and glares at his direction. He simply shrugged and made his way further. He glared back at a few people and mouthed a few threats before finally seeing her.

He waved and took a seat next to her. “Hello Belle. I hope I’m not late.” He said placing his stuff down on the floor. He flashed her a dashing smile her way.

[a-special-mademoiselle]

Belle had heard Gaston the moment he called out her name. She was quick to cover her mouth with her palm, giggling behind it. She had no doubts that those in the library had shushed him for being so loud. Shaking her head, she lowered her head. Perhaps this wouldn’t be too bad.

She waved back as he approached her. “You’re not late, don’t worry.” She assured the brute. Catching his smile, Belle flashed a polite one back in return, unsure of what was going on in his head. “Well,” she rested her arms on the table, looking up at him. “I had a question for you, just out of curiosity.”

“What is your favorite book?” She wondered, an amused smile tugging on her lips. She was genuinely interested to hear what the brute would say. Belle couldn’t even imagine what sort of books Gaston had an interest in reading.

If any, for that matter.

[specimenintimidant]

Gaston looked a bit in relief. At least he wasn’t late at all, probably be a bonus for him. He couldn’t help but feel a little smug about it. He placed his stuff down and took the seat next to her. “Yes?” Gaston wasn’t surprised at all. He was ready to answer anything this beauty would throw at him. He smiled at her. “Go on.” 

He was not expecting to be asked that question. In fact, the male almost went into a panic at the question. He quickly gazed around to find something to say. What was the most popular thing back in high school? He mind went into over drive as he tried to think of something.”Uh, well that would be...”

“Waldo Shakes.” Gaston chuckled as he glanced at her. He tried to bring out his more confident side to shake her off his trail. Out of all the dreadful questions, he really disliked this one.