#Packing Machine For Food Products

[nichromeafricapackagingmachine]

Reliable Food Packing Machines from Nichrome Bangladesh

Nichrome Bangladesh provides food packing machines ensuring consistent performance and efficient operation for your food packaging requirements. Learn More:

[chillzhang-blog]

Dry Dog Food Packing Machine #dogfoodpackingmachine #catfoodpackingmachi...

[dogfoodmachine]

🐕 Effortless, Accurate, and Fresh –The Ultimate Dry Dog Food Packing Sol...

[behtarzindagiofficial]

High-Quality Food Packaging Machines At Behtar Zindagi

Food Packaging Machines

Find Wide range of high-quality food packaging machines designed to meet all your packaging needs. Whether you are looking for a pouch packing machine, milk weighing machine, or container sealing machine, we have you covered.

Milk Pouch Packing Machines

Our efficient milk pouch packing machines ensure your products securely packed, maintaining freshness and quality. Ideal for packaging snacks, spices, and other food items, these machines are a must-have for any food business.

Accurate Milk Weighing Machines

Ensure precise measurements with our milk weighing machines. These machines provide accurate and consistent weight readings, making them perfect for dairy farms and milk processing units.

Reliable Container Sealing Machines

Our container sealing machines offer reliable and airtight sealing for various containers. They are suitable for sealing jars, bottles, and other containers, keeping your products safe and extending their shelf life.

Versatile Masala Packing Machines

Our masala packing machines specifically designed to pack spices and powdered products efficiently. They ensure the preservation of aroma and quality, making them ideal for spice manufacturers.

Automatic Packing Machines for Speed and Efficiency

Increase your packaging speed and efficiency with our automatic packing machines. These machines are perfect for businesses looking to streamline their packaging process and increase productivity.

Thali Packing Machines for Convenience

Our thali packing machines are designed for easy and convenient packaging of food trays. They are perfect for restaurants, catering services, and food delivery businesses.

Trusted Packaging Machine Manufacturers

As trusted packaging machine manufacturers, we are committed to providing top-quality machines that meet your needs. Our products are durable, efficient, and backed by excellent customer service at Behtar Zindagi.

[anonymusbosch]

apparently there is not anywhere (?) in the local airport in which one can acquire a mask. if you (me) (emptied backpack to wash it) (fool) forgor, there is no recourse. they used to have vending machines for them! now there's just vending machines for makeup and headphones.

[satori-runa]

—Sweet as you

Summary: You and Captain Curly share a meal, despite your irritation regards the device that bakes your food.

Tags: Established Relationship, fluff, before the crash

Words: 0,8k

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

No matter how many times you stand in the kitchen, Curly would always be amused by the sheer expression of despair on your face. He couldn't lie, it was extremely cute for him to see your brows furrow in irritation and your nose scuffing up slightly.

“You can't tell me that is cooking.” You mumbles, glancing at the device on the counter and the two packs of different ingredients in your hand. “This is more like…dark forbidden witchcraft.”

Being stuck in space, between all these stars, means that there is no fresh food, shops, or delivery services. The crew was certainly stuck with the device that mixes packs to make dishes. And as a former self-claimed chef, you hated it. This wasn’t cooking, and it never would be.

“Food is food.” The Captain chuckled quietly, bringing some tone into his usually exhausted voice. “As long as it works and we don't starve.” He took the packs gently out of your hands and placed them onto their respective spots in the cooking device, watching it close and make some bread.

“Told you, evil witchcraft.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you watched the machine whirr to life, producing something that only barely resembled real food. “I miss actual cooking.” You muttered, leaning against the counter. “You know, where you chop vegetables, sauté things, maybe burn a little garlic by accident.”

Curly smiled, stepping closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. “I know,” he said softly, his voice less teasing now. “And I miss seeing you in your element, making something real. But hey, when we get out of here, I might see what I can do to improve this experience for you. Who knows, maybe we can get an actual freezer to store products and a stove.” His eyes softened as he looked at you, the exhaustion of space life momentarily lifting.

You looked up at him, your frustration melting a little under his gentle gaze. “You promise?”

He chuckled, a hand resting lightly on your waist. “Of course. You’re going to make us a feast as soon as we’re planet-side again.”

You laughed softly, leaning into him. “I’ll hold you to that.” The warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and you moved your hands to hold him closer.

Curly pressed a light kiss to your forehead, his hand brushing through your hair. “In the meantime, we’ve got witchcraft bread.” He grinned, reaching for the freshly made loaf. “And the company isn’t so bad either.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest. “I guess I can live with that.”

You settled at the small table with Curly, the freshly made bread, and some packets of synthetic jam between you. Despite your earlier complaints, the warmth of the meal and the quiet intimacy of the moment made it feel… different. Better. Curly tore off a piece of bread and handed it to you, his eyes soft as he watched you.

You hesitated at first, taking a small bite, expecting the usual bland taste. But somehow, with Curly sitting across from you, smiling like that, it didn’t seem so bad. The bread was warm, and the sweetness of the jam clung to your tongue in a way that felt almost comforting.

“You’re enjoying it.” Curly said, his lips shifting into a grin as he watched your expression soften.

“Maybe just a little.” You admitted, taking another bite. “But it’s definitely not because of the bread.” You smiled at him, feeling the warmth of the moment wrap around you like a blanket.

Curly chuckled, taking a bite himself. But when you noticed a few crumbs clinging to his lips, you reached out instinctively. “You’ve got something…” You murmured, brushing the crumbs off the corner of his mouth with your thumb. His lips quirked at your touch, eyes twinkling.

Before you could pull your hand back, Curly gently caught your wrist, holding it in place. His gaze locked with yours for a moment, soft and teasing, before he slowly leaned forward. His lips pressed against your fingers, and he licked a bit of jam that had smeared onto your skin, his eyes never leaving yours.

A warm flush spread across your cheeks as his lips lingered, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “Tastes better this way.” He murmured with a playful smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, heart fluttering at the way he looked at you, so full of affection. “You’re impossible.” You whispered, feeling the closeness between you like a steady heartbeat.

“Maybe.” He said, still holding your hand gently in his, “But I make the jam taste sweeter, don’t I?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile never faded as you leaned closer, resting your forehead against his. “Yeah, you do.” You whispered, feeling the warmth of him giving you comfort.

[konansock]

Mod Update: Club & Business Activity Expanded

Sul Sul, Simmers! Sorry for taking so long to update this mod, I hereby announce that my Custom Club Activity Project is now officially renamed to Club & Business Activity Expanded.

In the new version, not only is all the activities updated to be compatible with new update, a lot of new activities were added specifically for Small Business - Like Tend Market Stalls, Offer Occult Training, and Tend Gravesite!

You can have a detailed list of all the activities and  whether they're available as Club Activities, Small Business Customers or Small Business Employees  here.

Base Game: View Aquarium, Attend to Babies, Back Float, Bake and Eat Cake, Bake Cake, Bake Cupcake, Charity, Complain, Cowplant, Cowplant's Cake, Critique, Critique Art, Cupcakes, Dig for Treasure, Friendly Ghost, Ask Future Cube, Game Livestream, Gossip, Haunting Ghost, Open Holiday Cracker, Do Erratic Things, Lounge on Chairs, Brag, Play with Molding Clay, Mourn the Dead, Parent-Kid Activities, Write to Pen Pal, Take Photos, Take Photos, Take Photo for Others, Sell Art, Use Social Network, Talk about Vampires, Tell Stories, Tip Performers, Care for Toddlers, Care for Infants, Help with Homework, Rummage Trash, WooHoo, Try for Baby, Practice Typing, Use Toilet, Witness Death, Fruit Punch Fountain, Use Vending Machine.

Cross-Pack: Care For Birds, Play with Birds, Be Mean to Birds, Order Street Food, Tend Market Stalls, Give Gifts, Go Shopping, Window Shopping, Listen to Stories, Offer Makeover, Toy with Motives, Influence Other Sims, Create Negative Emotions, Spread Positive Emotions, Freeze, Mind Control, Transform Objects and Sims, Play with Animals, Be Mean to Animals, Make a Wish at the Well, Offer Occult Training, Request Occult Training.

Cats & Dogs: Be Mean to Pets, Train Pets, Use Vet Objects, Craft Pet Treats.

City Living: Ask for Bribe, Ask for Donation, Bubble Bottle, Critique Food, Critique Performances, Deface Murals, Fireworks, Attend Festivals, Attend The Flea Market, Attend The Romance Festival, Try To Find Love At The Romance Festival, Attend Geekcon, Attend Spice Festival, Attend Humor & Hijinks Festival, Join Jokesters at Humor & Hijinks Festival, Join Pranksters at Humor & Hijinks Festival, Be Friendly to Talking Toilets, Be Mean to Talking Toilets, Have Fun with Talking Toilets, Sabotage Talking Toilets, Paint Murals, Haggle, Sing Karaoke, Watch Living Statue, Collect and Trade Posters, Collect and Trade Snow Globes, Protest, Play with Hand Sparklers, Play Console Game, Watch Speech.

Cool Kitchen: Make and Eat Ice Cream, Make Ice Cream.

Cottage Living: Collect Farm Products

Dine Out: Color Placemat, Discuss Food

Discover University: Grade Homework, Ride Bikes, Play Ping Pong, Play Juice Pong, Use Keg Stand, Do University Coursework, Write Research Papers, Contribute Knowledge

Eco Lifestyle: Craft Candles, Drink Juice Fizzing Products, Recycle and Compost, Dumpster Dive, Play in Acid Rain, Sketch Blueprint

For Rent: Snoop On Others, Clean Mold, Spread Spores, Spread Mold, Cook Tomarani Cuisine

Get Famous: Perform Scenes, Flaunt Fame, Flaunt Wealth, Interact with Fans, Play in Money Pile, Use Streaming Drones

Get To Work: Contact Aliens, Dance with Mannequin

Growing Together: Play on Treehouse, play in Splash Pad, have Pillow Fights.

Horse Ranch: Ride Horses, Be Friendly to Horse, Be Mean to Horse, Use Horse Obstacles, Harvest Prairie Grass

High School Year: Ride Pier Attractions, Make and Eat Ice Cream, Drink Boba Tea, Use Photo Booth.

Home Chef Hustle: Bake Pizza, Make Waffles, Make Prepped Ingredients

Island Living: Ride Aqua-Zips, Collect Seashells, Go Sailing, Sand Activities, Play with Dolphin, Sunbathe, Make and Drink Kava, Make Kava.

Laundry Day: Watch Laundry

Life & Death: Tend Gravesite

Movie Hangout: Discuss Movies

My First Pet: Play with Rodents, Be Friendly to Rodents, Be Mean to Rodents, Study Rodents, Clean Rodent Cage

My Wedding Stories: Collect Message in a Bottle, Prepare for Wedding

Outdoor Retreat: Roast Food on Campfires, Use Tents, Brew Herbalism Potions.

Paranormal: Explore the Haunted House

Parenthood: Show Gross Manners, Make a Mess, Play with Doctor Playset, Work on School Project Carefully, Work on School Project Sloppily, Shout Forbidden Words, Write Private Journals

Realm of Magic: Have Magic Duels, Set Fire, Offer Magic Training, Read Magic Tomes

Seasons: Bond with Bees, Disturb Bees, Give Romantic Gifts, Give Mean Gifts, Play in Kiddie Pool, Rake Leaves and Shovel Snow

Snowy Escape: Attend Light Festivals, Attend Youth Festivals, Buy Simmi Capsules, Eat Hotpot

Spa Day: Soak Feet, Get Foot Massage, Get Body Massage, Polish Nails, Ask for Manicure and Pedicure, Take Soak Baths, Relax in Sauna, Use Face Masks

Spooky: Carve Pumpkins

Strangerville: Hail to Mother! Use Listening Device, Military Spar, Do Military Training

Vampires: Dark Meditation, Vampire Duel, Have Vampiric Training

Vintage Glamour: Use Vanity Table, Play with Makeup, Study Globe

Werewolves: Werewolf Spar, Hunt for Food, Scavenge for Relics, Mark Territory

DOWNLOAD HERE.

Translation update: @kimikosoma created the French update for my Additional Bucket List mod, check it out here! https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/mods/mod-additional-bucket-list-skills-par-rex-trad-fr

[steviewashere]

It infuriates me so bad when people view a character like Eddie who lives in a trailer park with traits such as: unclean, rowdy, creepy, aggressive, etc.

Not everybody from a trailer park is like that. Yes, I can tell you with certainty, these people know how to fend for themselves. Yes, these people know how to cook. Yes, these people know how to take care of their hair and their bodies.

There's this, like, perpetual idea that Eddie uses only 3-in-1 because it's all that he can possibly afford. No, guys, I can tell you right now as somebody who came from an impoverished family, we could definitely afford shampoo, conditioner, and body soap all separately—these things are just not going to be top quality brands. I fucking hate the way people write Steve approaching him about it like all high and mighty about knowing how to properly take care of Eddie's hair, being thoroughly disgusted with the products Eddie uses, showing off that his products are 100% better than whatever Eddie's got in his shower. Like. Okay....if the 3-in-1 is really what Eddie is putting in his hair, then so be it? That's what works for him, that's what he can afford, that's all he has.

Or, like, when Eddie can't cook? That because he didn't have access to all these nice foods that Steve has: fresh fruits and vegetables, bigger containers of milk, non-canned goods, products in the freezer that aren't frozen meals; just based off of what he has, he seemingly can't cook. That he's not making real food just because it comes from a container and it's processed.

But like...my mom was on the WIC program when I was growing up. My favorite meals, which we called our struggle meals, were things like chili dogs on plain white bread because regular hot dog buns were too expensive. Or when packs of chicken were too expensive and pushed us over our limit, my mom would just pick up a pack of lil' smokies and fry them up and toss them in a box of generic store brand macaroni—just to make sure we had our protein. No, I'll tell you right now, we didn't get a ton of fresh produce; namely because that fresh produce was expensive by the pound. But I'd take home apples from the school cafeteria and use them for an after school snack with a bit of store brand peanut butter. And, like, sometimes the frozen meals were all we could get and so that's what we had—and we made fun with it, too, where we'd all pile up in the living room and we'd watch a movie from our local Blockbuster or Redbox machine and my mom would braid my hair while I had my Banquet's brownie. Kix was my favorite cereal growing up because it was, like, the only name brand cereal we could get with WIC.

Just because a food isn't fresh or name brand doesn't mean that it's not food. It's edible. And it tasted good. No, it wasn't always healthy, but we were trying our best. We were getting by. I loved when we'd go to the local food bank and find little containers of frozen peaches—or even better, when we'd find the holy grail within the last can of name brand Spaghetti-O's on the food bank's shelf. And we also had Meals on Wheels delivered to us, which cost us the tiniest bit, but we'd end up with house made salisbury steak with mashed potatoes or turkey with mashed potatoes and carrots—those were so easy to make after long days with extracurricular activities, or when we didn't have any other meal options.

Eddie can be appreciative of Steve's food, y'know. But having this constant idea that only Steve will know how to cook because he can use fresh ingredients or because the food Eddie had was gross and canned—I don't know, it rubs me the wrong way, I guess.

But like saying that Eddie smells just because he lives in a trailer is nuts. It's plainly crazy. If he doesn't have a washer/dryer unit, then maybe he knows how to do them manually or maybe he goes to a laundromat when he and Wayne find enough quarters in the couch. Or that he can't afford name brand hygiene products, so he just must stink. Or shaming him for using a cheap Axe cologne (because compared to something like Calvin Kleine, that's inexpensive) all because it's cheap.

I love a version of Eddie that knows how to fix things around the house because they couldn't afford plumbers or repairmen—my family was like that, too. You know how many times I've been able to fix something like a garbage disposal out of self-winging and spite? Or how many times I've unclogged a drain by using a handyman's guide or some YouTube tutorial? Yeah, Eddie probably does have these skills, and these skills are really useful.

Maybe he can't make top of the line meals, but he can make things. He can make hot food. That's important to him, hot food, I feel like. Programs like EBT/Food Stamps/TANF/WIC don't cover hot food items like the rotisserie chickens you may see at places like Costco—even though those would be so damn helpful for meal prep.

I think it's also just wrong and rude to make a pessimistic narrative about his clothing being older and used. Or hand me downs, god forbid. Those are well loved, well cherished things. He probably knows how to make a patch, how to stitch, he knows the best way to remove a stain from a beloved shirt. He probably is shopping at thrift stores for clothing pieces instead of constantly going to the mall for new things, and that's okay! You just have to get by like that sometimes! It's okay, too, if he has the same clothes as he did the year before in school—it's unreasonable to ask of a low poverty person to buy a whole new wardrobe just for the new year.

Parts of this fandom just completely dehumanize Eddie when it comes to him and Wayne being lower class people. They're trying their damn best to get by, that shouldn't be shameful. It shouldn't be shameful to live certain ways just because you can't afford the luxury of new and fresh and popular things. I think overconsumption in the modern age is bleeding into this fandom space and decimating the image of Eddie—this very real version of a person living in rural 1980s America—all because he isn't keeping up with things like Steve probably is; I often see the lifestyle Steve flaunts as praised and likable, while Eddie's lifestyle is mucky and disturbing and grotesque just because he's poor.

It's weird.

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

The Nublar Six at a sleepover (none of them have ever been to a sleepover in their lives for various sad reasons)

“this isn’t canon!!” to YOU maybe; i know them personally

Darius:

Usually hosts

If not at his house, he is the most careful with whoever’s house he’s in

Tries (and fails) to get everyone to bed before midnight

Intense video game marathon with Ben

Squished in between Sammy  and Brooklynn for the movie

He and Sammy suggest the Just Dance tournament

Makes sure there is pizza and party food for everyone

Drags everyone outside to go stargazing for a bit (they go inside after a while when they get cold, despite being bundled in blankets)

(if they’re older) is the one making sure people are being responsible with their alcohol consumption. No one is drinking irresponsibly while he’s around

Always wears a short sleeved T–Shirt and long trousers to sleep in

Gets five hours of sleep

Ben:

Is the only one not terrified by the horror movie Yaz brought (You think this is scary? You don’t know true fear until you’ve fought Tor— *gets a pillow to the face from Kenji*)

Sits on the arm of the sofa during the movie

Started the pillow fight

Makes a mysterious ‘potion’ for truth or dare by mixing virtually every condiment he can find in the person’s house and dares people to drink it

Would kiss anyone in spin the bottle (even a platonic cheek smooch)

Gets high on sugar and bounces off the walls until at least 3am

The one who keeps talking after everyone’s in their beds

Wanders around in just pyjama shorts or boxers to sleep in

Does not sleep at all. Wanders the house until the sun rises and then wakes the others for breakfast

Brooklynn:

Has never been to a sleepover so she researches what happens and things to do so she’s prepared

Overpacks hard. Her duffle bag has a week’s worth of outfits, her Espresso machine, her karaoke machine, all her makeup and skincare products, possibly hundreds of hair ties, an airbed pump, a hairdryer, a hair straightened, a first aid kit, a spare pillow and several extra blankets just in case someone’s cold. You need it? She has it

Brings five whole packs of period supplies just in case people need them

Teams up with Darius and Ben during the pillow fight and makes a whole strategy for how to take down Kenji, Yaz and Sammy

Takes all the party games a bit too seriously

Makes people play spin the bottle

Has either gorgeous, lacy pyjamas, or an ugly oversized  T–Shirt and boxer shorts

Gets six hours of sleep

Sammy:

Offers to bring baked goods

Starts the rounds of truth or dare

Keeps spinning the bottle until it lands on Yaz

Buries her head in Yaz’s shoulder throughout most of the movie

During karaoke does a romantic song duet with Yaz

Actually terrifying at the pillow fight

(if they’re older) gets drunk and cries about her family issues with Kenji

Sneaks off to cuddle with Yaz once everyone’s fallen asleep

Wears a tank top and shorts to sleep in (hot sleeper Sammy my beloved)

Gets six hours of sleep

Kenji:

Also has no clue what on earth to do

His dare suggestions for truth or dare get out of hand (I dare someone to climb into the upstairs window from the garden) (I dare someone to shave their eyebrows)

Manspread across the sofa when they were watching a movie; Yaz kicked him off so he’s demoted to the floor

Teams up with Yaz and Sammy in the pillow fight  but they offer him up as bait and Darius, Brooklyn and Ben destroy him

Actually believes Yaz’s ghost stories and pretend-sleeps the whole night

Gets Ben on spin the bottle and leaves the room (gay panic)

Chugs Ben’s potion to look cool and spends the rest of the night throwing up

Darius spins Brooklynn on spin the bottle and Kenji loudly says “let’s stop this game now I’m bored”

(if they’re older) gets drunk and cries about his family issues with Sammy

Wears a short sleeved top and boxer shorts to sleep in

Gets two hours of sleep (8am-10am the next day)

Yaz:

Shy and awkward at first

But just you wait for the ghost stories because Yaz has the most terrifying ghost stories the Nublar Six ever heard

Brings horror films and makes everyone terrified to go to sleep

Unexpectedly good at karaoke, she actually finds herself enjoying it

Her and Sammy win the pillow fight (“Yippee, a win for the gays” — Kenji, sarcastically)

Her and Sammy sneak off to someone’s bedroom to make out while the others are downstairs

Asks the most personal truth questions in truth or dare, and then psychoanalyses everyone's answers

Sneaks off to cuddle with Sammy once everyone’s fallen asleep

Wears long sleeved pyjamas to sleep in (cold sleeper Yaz my beloved)

Gets six hours of sleep

headcanons about their parents hosting sleepovers here!!

[bussyyeukie]

141!space crew x pilot!reader: The blinking and beeping was so consistent you nearly didn’t hear it anymore. It droned into something akin to rainfall, or the crashing of waves. Although you weren’t sure what true waves sounded like, only having seen videos of them, or heard the man-made synthetic replications.

You were positive it sounded better in real life, Earth made–but Earth didn’t make them anymore. The water that was there was polluted and not safe to swim in, hell it was barely ok to stand by unless you really liked bad sewers. 

But it didn’t bug you too much, no use yearning for things that were impossible to obtain.

Your feet splashed in the puddles covering the ground, it would’ve soaked through your boots if they weren’t so high quality, having spent nearly a whole paycheck on them. New and thick and laced up high, metal lining the front of back of them, and the soles were so soft and padded.

Too bad the rest of you wasn’t as taken care of, your coat–although large–was thinning and the zipper got so stuck it was almost useless to zip it up if you wanted to unzip it in the next week. Your hood pulled tight over your head, even if it didn’t feel like it did anything. Ends of your pants tucked into your boots and shirt tucked into them. Hands shoved in your pockets as you walked, weaving through people left and right. Everyone was always in such a hurry, the neon lights everywhere nearly destroying the concept of darkness, and the buzzing ads ringing out of large screens and hologram projections standing out in the street. Women smiling wide with all too fluid movements, pitching some product in skirts and professional looking shirts. 

People walking through them or even swatting as they passed.

Your footsteps landed hard as they splashed up water around them. Vendors shouting out about their food or goods, people on calls screaming at wifes and secretaries. Keeping your eyes locked onto the people bustling in front of you. Building taller than anything, large machines filling any area that wasn’t packed with people. Drones and ships and space-crafts filling the sky. There wasn’t a single place that wasn’t occupied.

Even down the dark alleys behind the nightclubs, they were occupied too even if you couldn’t see them, either with people or with droids who were selling something.

The lights off everything reflected off you, off your eyes and damp skin, brushing loose hair out of your face and licking your lips. The water tasted like mud, it wasn’t clean or clear or refreshing. It was like licking a boot. Gasoline and dirt and muck.

While lost in your thoughts about water and obnoxious screens, you didn’t notice the man with the collar of his leather jacket up–covering a good portion of his face, or that he was about to run into you.

“Ow–hey what’s the big–”

Nearly sending you falling on your ass, the boney shoulder ramming straight into you, but your retort died on your tongue as you caught a glimpse of the man and the aggressive scowl he had on his face and the wild look in his eye. Pupils popped and ran into his irises, his sclera a off yellow, fairly typical with heavy druggies the past year. Your brows pinched together and you felt your gaze linger on him. His hair was dark and sticking to his face and neck.

“What…” his voice was croaky, harsh as he stopped in his tracks, the inside of his lips blackened. Letting people bump into him and send a swear as they disappeared back into the crowd.

“Uh,” you faltered, before shaking your head and holding your hands up, pressing your lips together tightly. Taking a step back as your eyes tracked every twitch he made, the cold escaping you for a moment as your attention shifted focus, “Nothing, sorry for bumping into you…”

You scoffed to yourself and turned, trying to swim your way back into the ever moving crowd.

Taking about two steps forward before a hand yanked you back, gripping your hood tightly as you stumbled.

“Hey–!”

Your voice was drowned out by the noise around. The pink lighting of the sign above you both casting down onto you, basking your shiny skin in warm light and color.

“I know you…” the man squinted his eyes, raising his other hand to your chest, gripping the thick jacket in a tight fist. Damn near caging you in–no one around stopped their pace or even sent a second glance. If a fight was going to happen, they’d rather be far away from it than caught in the middle, especially if Enforcers got involved, most everyone had something illegal on them or they were illegal. This part of town was notorious for its nightlife, and you’d rather be dead than detained by an Enforcer.

“No, you do not,” your voice held a light chuckle to it as you grabbed the man's wrist, utterly confused, “Trust me, I’d remember…that.”

With your other hand you gestured loosely to his face.

The man frowned deeper.

“No, I know your face,” he growled, grip tightening as he drew you in closer, like he was really studying your features and waiting for the answer to pop up.

“You do not, I promise,” you said, a firm hand pushing against his shoulder, leaning your head back, blinking away the water that was getting in your eyes. Hair already weighed down with the weight of the rain, pieces sticking to your jaw and neck like glue.

“You are…”

The tweaked out man’s eyes started twitching, lips curling. Like the amount he was thinking was hurting him.

“Hey, I am not that unique looking, I’m sure you’ve got me mixed up with someone else, because I have never met you, ever,” you pushed firmer at the dudes shoulder, he wasn’t terribly tall, but he had some leverage on you, “The chick at the pulled pork place like 10 minutes away looks just like me, it’s freaky.”

The darked haired man didn’t buy it, just about to open his mouth to say something when he was ripped off of you. Your eyes widening as you hopped a foot back, squinting in the rain.

“Christ, yer just can't stay outta trouble, can yer?” the lumbering man grunted, practically tossing the other man to the side, focusing his attention on him, “Fuck off mate.”

The dark haired man shot one last look towards you, then popped his collar up higher and stalked off, making his way into a jog through the crowd.

A grin fought its way onto your face as you re-adjusted your hood back on your head, pushing water and hair out of your face.

Standing before you was the large, darkened form you’d grown to enjoy seeing. Hood pulled tight on his head, covering the blond hairs, a dark mask pulled down under his lips as a smoldering cigarette sat between them. Lighting up a miniscule portion of his face, the fair skin and scared lips blooming under the light.

His shoulders were broad and solid, even slumped as they were, thick layering and jackets building that up more. He trudged towards you, footsteps silent all for the splashing.

“Ghost! Shit, I thought I'd get to the spot first,” you whined, walking fast to keep pace next to him.

He sent you a glance as he plucked the cigarette from his mouth before pinching the end of it, putting it out, stuffing it back onto his pocket.

“Pickin' fights, or are ya just that popular?”

The smirk could be heard in his jest, and you rolled your eyes, sending a look back over your shoulder into the muddled crowd of bodies.

“Just that popular,” you looked back at him, “Dude was a freak, I’ll tell you that.”

Simon chuckled, before clapping you roughly on the back, sneaking his hand up and tugging down the front of your hood.

“Ass,” your face heated up as you adjusted your hood. 

“Ah don’t be a poor loser, lovie,” Simon glanced at you, then looked discreetly behind him.

The walking turns out to be a lot easier now that you have a large barrier blocking the stream of people. You looked in front of you for a moment, watching the back of someone in a rugged suit try to get around someone he deemed too slow of a walker, your lips pursing as you swung your arm and smacked Simon in the stomach with the back of your palm.

“I didn’t lose anything, you just had to be all ‘white-knight’…”

All he did was laugh it off, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

“Ah, sure Price’ll love to know why his pilots late,” Simon mused, his gait widening, “Cap’n loves late departures.”

“What–” your eyes widened as fear shocked its way through your belly, jogging to catch up with the blacked out man who was steadily gaining distance in front of you, “No–I didn’t do anything! Gho–hey!”

He sent one look over his shoulder, pulling up his mask over his nose, before disappearing into the crowd.

[nichromeafricapackagingmachine]

Elevate Your Grain Packaging Game: Discover Nichrome’s Innovative Solutions

Cereals, the delightful fruits of domestically cultivated grasses, are essential players in the global food scene. Key players include wheat, barley, oats, rye, rice, maize, sorghum, and millets. These staples have fed civilizations since prehistoric times, and their production, storage, and utilization have been pivotal in shaping modern society. With a growing range of cereal-based products on the market, informed consumers are constantly on the lookout for quality offerings.

Each year, over two billion tonnes of grains are produced worldwide, stored at various points along the grain distribution chain—from producer to consumer. These grains are packed into defined Stock Keeping Units (SKUs) like bags, silos, warehouses, containers, and even stacks on the ground, ensuring they maintain their quality and flavor.

Why Store Grains?

Grains need proper storage for several reasons:

Processing is often done away from production sites

Seasonal production requires year-round availability

Emergency reserves are crucial during crises like famines

Seeds must be stored for the next planting season

Nichrome’s Grain Packaging Solutions

At Nichrome, we take grain packaging to the next level. Our automated packaging machines, filling systems, and integrated packaging solutions are designed to meet your grain and seed packaging needs with precision and flair. Our Excel Plus series of food packaging machines combines cutting-edge technology with stringent quality standards to deliver exceptional results for a wide array of products.

Excel 400 Plus Intelligent Electronic Weigh Filler

This VFFS (Vertical Form Fill Seal) packaging machine is a true all-rounder, adept at packaging grains, pulses, sugar, seeds, spices, and tea. The Excel 400 can produce pouches of up to 10 kg at a rapid pace of 80 packs per minute. It offers a variety of pouch formats, including Pentaseal, Pentaseal with D cut, Gusset Pouch, CSPP, and 4 Line Seal pouch.

Key Features:

Print mark scanners for precise alignment

Servo motor-driven bag length control for accuracy

Adjustable cross-sealing jaws for optimal sealing quality

Compliance with stringent quality standards

Seamless integration into upstream and downstream systems

Versatile compatibility with various fillers

Sprint 250 Plus Intelligent Electronic Weigh Filler

The Sprint 250 Plus series is your go-to for speed, accuracy, and efficiency in flexible packaging. Operating with a CE-marked PLC and touchscreen HMI, this automated machine features a servo motor-driven sealing system that ensures packs are sealed to perfection. It precisely pulls the right length of film and includes a perforation system for delivering chains of small pouches.

Specifications:

Packs up to 2 kg pouches at an impressive rate of 120 packs per minute

Supports pouch formats like CSPP and Gusset pouch

Conclusion: Pack a Punch with Nichrome

Packaging is not just a necessity; it’s the backbone of grain storage, processing, protection, and presentation. As staples in the diets of countless individuals, grains deserve packaging that is both functional and cost-effective, maximizing profits while minimizing costs.

Nichrome is not just a packaging machine manufacturer; we’re your partners in understanding the unique challenges and requirements of your products. Our extensive portfolio of Automatic Packing Machines includes solutions for milk, rice, powders, liquids, and more. Our commitment to innovative in-house R&D and robust manufacturing capabilities has helped us establish a strong global presence.

Ready to take your grain packaging to the next level? Let Nichrome be your guide in Africa, where quality meets creativity in every pack. Reach out to us today and transform how you package grains for the better! Learn More: https://africa.nichrome.com/blog/elevate-grain-packaging-game-with-innovative-solutions/

[prettysatomii]

Scene

Synopsis: At first Killua was excited to watch you act. You were in a popular zombie show, one of the characters with ‘plot armor.’ That didn’t stop you from getting hurt though. As the scene progressed, Killua started to hate every second of it.

A/n: posted last night, briefly proofread this morning. Sorry for my incoherent babbling (◞‸ ◟)

Killua Zoldyck ᯓ★

An absurd amount of effort had gone into the set. It was purposely filmed on a foggy day, made even foggier with a fog machine that never seemed to turn off. The building was abandoned prior to production, but looked more chaotic. The outside of it at least.

Padlocks and heavy chains wrapped on the front door. Realistic dummies gutted disturbingly across the floor, and a few broken windows to sell it. Then there were the ‘Zombies’ lurking outside, only a handful but all of them walking too uncanny for Killua’s liking. The makeup was nastily detailed, it made his skin crawl.

You weren’t quite inside yet. Todays scene was focused on you discovering the building. Earlier scenes had shown the group splitting up, everyone scattered during a frantic escape from a horde. Now you were looking for your friends. However, it was already getting late. The previous escape exhausted you, so your character had to find somewhere to rest.

Then it cut to someone else in the group, who had found a place to hide. The last scene aired was a shot of your back. Or rather the man that followed close behind.

Killua had been offered a seat inside the building. Along with the crew of people there to waiting to follow the directors demands. You’d invited him, just to watch. Maybe the two of you would go out afterward.

As usual, the Director hadn’t revealed much of your scene. Keeping things vague, just to avoid leaks or spoilers that could go out to the public. Before they sent you outside to film, you spent a few minutes with Killua. You sat beside him in your disheveled school uniform, the tie long gone, physically in character.

“Are you ready?” Killua said, mouth full as he scrarfed down a plate of food meant for the crew. Not that anyone really cared, no one even glanced at it. He looked over at you after finishing his second donut.

Even though your character went through an apocalypse, you still looked pretty. Apocalyptically pretty. You nodded, but before you verbally respond, you heard the director.

“Places everybody!” He spoke in a professional voice. You shot up, ready to scramble over to where you were supposed to be.

“Talk to you later..!” You ruffled Killua's hair then ran to your position. The whole crew would be waiting for you considering you were the main focus of the scene.

The assistant director was sweet, leading you to exactly where you would be standing. The actor playing your attacker stood just behind a few trees, out of view. You’d notice him, he would leave his hiding spot, you run, and then the chase would start. Simple enough.

Killua grabbed his second plate while he watched from a distance. Watching the other camera operator adjust the angle for the upcoming scene.

After three takes, the director finally settled on the last one. It had felt raw and the buildup of tension was immaculate. The moment you spotted him lurking in the trees you tensed. You ran but he followed quickly behind you as the lurking zombies tried to grasp at you. Avoiding them while you tried your best to lose him to no avail.

The building came into view, shattered side window, you landing hard but safe. The camera cut to the man outside, fiddling with the lock. He knew you’d made it in. he just didn’t know how.

“Cut!” The director yelled, you got up from your position. Opening the door from the room you landed in to be met with the crew. They cheered you on with high fives as you passed through.

In the dressing room, The makeup artist was already waiting for you. All you needed was a few blood packs and some tubes within prosthetics. It wouldn’t take long to insert and apply.

Meanwhile, Killua waited nearby, eyes locked on his game. He’d asked how long it would take. Just a few minutes, they told him. Everything was ready, they just needed to attach it to you.

When you finally emerged, the assistant director guided you back to the room where the last scene had ended. Killua glanced up, but by the time he looked, you were already gone. He put his game down, shoving his hands into his pocket.

“Quiet on set..Action!”

It started so quickly, This scene was meant to be captured in a single smooth take. Killua's eyes quickly darted to you bursting into frame, scrambling to your feet, breath ragged. You looked terrified, he'd never seen you like that before.

He had to remind himself it was just a job youp did, it wasn’t real. Still, his eyes flickered to the door being broken open by the man.

You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with him. Your heart pounded as you bit your tongue and pushed yourself faster, sprinting down the ridiculously long hallway. Even knowing it was fake, you couldn’t stop the adrenaline. It felt too real.

A creaked-open door caught your eye.

The camera crew that was positioned just a few feet in front of Killua suddenly rushed toward the set, the room you were supposed to run into. As the crew adjusted their angles, Killua moved silently behind them and sat in the floor.

You were breathless, hurling your body through the door. You scrambling to your feet managing to lock the door behind you. Panicked eyes scanning the room, locking on a window across from you. Rushing over to open it but a voice ringing made you freeze.

“Open the door,” The man's voice was so monotone, too cold. It was a contrast to the loud banging that followed. “Now.” Then silence.

The silence broke your trance, bringing you back to the window. Why wouldn't it open? You tugged and pulled, only then realizing that it wasn’t meant to. Just a frame, sealed shut. No wonder the side windows were all shattered. These weren’t designed to be opened or closed. The hinges of the door creaked slowly while the darkness crept in.

Killua had been snacking, but the party sized bag of chips was long forgotten when he realized you didn’t manage to escape. It was a scene, you were acting. A set. Cameras, crew, and a director stood right in front of him. But all he could see was the scene playing out.

All he could see was you.

He’s killed people before. Hundreds..maybe even thousands. Killua was familiar with death, he knew it like a close friend. But seeing you in a situation that was leading you to death? It made him anxious, a type he never felt with you.

The man burst in and threw you with ease to the floor. You didn't fight much, protecting your head conserving the energy you had. You would need it to get out. You sat up shallowly breathing, staring up at him.

“I don't have anything to give you,” Your voice was low and controlled despite the fear. The man just loomed over you, standing silently. He climbed on top of you before you could think, you screamed struggling to push him off.

It was meant to sound as raw and genuine as possible. And it did. Too much for Killua’s sake, your scream burned into his ears.

“Hold still and I won't kill you.” He was lying. The plan was to kill you then act on his sinister thoughts. He tried to aim for your head first, but you kept grasping at his wrists. It just made him all the more frustrated. Then he aimed at your stomach. This was it.

You had to nail this scene, it was already going so well. You Followed the script perfectly, and delivered more than the scripwriters could hope for. But your thoughts differed from Killuas.

Your thoughts were on your performance, Killua’s not so much.

He wished he hadn’t come to watch. He would’ve rather seen it later when it aired. Killua had to sit and watch it unfold infront of him. You were practically getting murdered in front if him while he couldn’t do anything. He was aware you were alive, just acting. He knew you wouldn't die, not in the show, and definitely not real life but that didn’t sooth him. His eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, filled with dread.

The whimpering that escaped you after a pained muffled scream was horrid. The man covered your mouth and your eyes closed in response to the pain. On que, the blood stained your white button up. Your sweater drenched in the red liquid seeping it onto the cold floor.

The squelch sound was too realistic, when did they get so advanced in movie effects? The last movie Killua watched was some awful horror flick he and Gon threw on as background noise. He barely paid attention to it, just laughed at the bad effects.

This was far different. Now, his mouth hung open as he stared at the scene unfolding in front of him. His hand gripped the fabric of his shorts, knuckles white. He didn't sign up for this.

Finally, you recovered enough from the initial shock to act. You kicked the man hard, it bought you a few seconds. You used that time, trying to take the blood soaked weapon from his hands. He had quite a grip so instead, you grasped his hands with yours.

With all the strength you could muster, you drove it deep into his face. You didn’t register the sounds he made, just shoved his now-limp body off of you. A minute passed in silence before you forced yourself to move, reaching for the man’s shirt. You tore it into long, uneven strips for makeshift bandages. Lifting your own shirt, you wrapped the fabric tightly around the wound, then let the shirt fall back into place. The final scene faded with you curled up beneath the window, body tucked into a ball, eyes heavy as you slowly drifted off.

“Cut!” The director spoke, the cameras stopped rolling. “That was perfect, you two did amazing.” You stood up, a smile plastered on you. Your clothes were drenched in blood, hair disheveled from the constant movement.

After getting off set, you made your way over to Killua. “So? What did you think?” He stayed silent, not answering right away. His gaze fixed on the fake wounds on your stomach. Killua was quick to pull you to sit down, meeting your gaze. But his eyes kept drifting to the blood that coated you.

“It wasn't fun to watch.” He quietly said. After a pause, he added. “But It was good…you did good.” No matter how fake that blood was or could’ve been. He hated it all the same. It shouldn’t have been on you.

When the two of you walked out the building, he stopped. You were all cleaned up now, no injuries, no tattered clothes, not bloodied.

You looked back at him, gently tugging his hand to keep moving. But Killua didn't budge. Instead pulling you to the side of the building and wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. He just breathed deeply while his chin rested on your head.

“You loved every second, huh?” You teased, your voice light. “I hated every second of that dumb scene.” Killua muttered against your hair.

[dokries]

love at first bite

pairing: kim mingyu x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, college au, strangers/classmates to lovers

word count: 1.4k (including bonus)

warnings: mentions of food, just very embarrassing for reader.

author note: this is a repost, so if you’ve seen it before, you probably have. i hope you enjoy :D

masterlist

you should’ve taken up your classmate’s offer. 

you were packing up after your shared history class earlier when chan had suggested that you get lunch with him before eventually going your separate ways to study. 

he had sat two seats away from you when the semester had started, and when he asked you for notes after a particularly confusing class, it took only two more until he had shifted to sit next to you, becoming your Thinkers and Thugs: Ancient Greeks and Romans buddy (yes, that was the actual name of the class; it turned out that you both had thought it would be a fun class when selecting it, but in reality it was just discussing what old man in history was worse).

you felt a little guilty rejecting him when his face fell, but you had a date with yourself already planned: you would stop by the cafe to get your favourite drink—and a cake slice on-the-house, thanks to your best friend’s new job there (thank you joshua!)—before heading to the library to study your butt off for your approaching midterms.

however, your seemingly perfect plans were interrupted by a sign on the door of the pledis university cafe, saying that it was closed temporarily due to construction—joshua had complained about how the sink had been broken by one of his coworkers the other day, so it made sense. it was alright though; your plans could still be salvaged, and you grabbed a can of coffee from the vending machine in the lobby of the library instead. after finishing half of the beverage in one go (what? talking about roman thugs takes a lot out of a person), you had made your way to your favourite spot, at the very end of the row of cozy study tables. 

your productivity lasts for a solid 2 hours, planning out what to go over before your exams and when—you are not going to be unprepared for them like last semester, when midterms had been more hellish than usual, as you hadn’t planned anything out. taking a quick look at the clock on your laptop tells you that it’s 4:30 pm already, the time you had decided earlier to head home…but you were so close to finishing a section for your history class that you decide to keep on typing. 

around 15 minutes later, you hear your stomach growl quietly. you had been so caught up in studying that you had completely forgotten to eat something—your body was surviving only on the tasteless can of coffee from earlier, and the small breakfast you had eaten this morning. 

remembering that you had a bottle of water from the long walk joshua had forced you on by the beach yesterday—“it’ll be fun!” he had said. spoiler alert: it was not, as your favourite jacket had gotten dirty with all the sand, and how you both had become sweaty messes by the end with hair all over the place, thanks to the ocean breeze.

you take it out and chug the remaining water down, praying that it’ll stop your stomach from being noisy in the still library; you’re almost done with the last section you needed to cover for another class, and then you could be free to grab some food before heading back to the pledis uni dorms. 

somehow, the powers above decide that the lack of cake slices provided by joshua wasn’t enough suffering, and your stomach growls loudly. your hands quickly make their way to press down on your abdomen (like it would even make a difference) and thankfully, there aren't many people around to see the flush creep up your face. it takes a few deep breaths in and out for you to feel comfortable enough to go back to your work. 

you manage to type out five words.

just five words before your stomach growls again louder and by this point, you’re probably as red as the fire trucks stationed at the fire hall you pass by to get to the dorms. unable to stop yourself, you slump down against the library work table, your head finding its way onto your laptop—which you closed beforehand. 

you have no more water, and you had finished that stupid can of coffee ages ago. your thoughts circle back to the cafe. if only it had been open…you wouldn’t have been in this situation. you let out a soft sigh at the missed opportunity of cake. 

the sound of plastic crinkling against the solid wood of your desk pokes through your hunger induced daze of cake, and you look to the side, eyes straining to see a single granola bar right above your left ear. what the—did the powers above decide to help you for once? 

a quick look behind the snack told you no; it was just the guy sitting at the table beside you. 

wait. there was a guy sitting beside you this entire time? holy sh— you frantically think, face immediately flushing again.

your neighbour doesn’t seem to notice you staring, his eyes now focused on the review booklet he was going over. huh, it looks strangely similar to the one you were poring over yesterday while studying for your Introduction to Linguistics class.

he seems vaguely familiar, but you can’t quite pinpoint why. 

he suddenly turns his attention on you, his warm eyes focusing on yours and the corners of his lips turning up before he softly calls your name. “you should take a bite before your stomach growls again, it was pretty loud.” 

you sit up, straightening your posture before tilting your head. “do i know you?” 

he laughs quietly, and you find yourself lost in the way his giggles carry over to your ears quietly like music. he picks the granola bar and places it lightly in your hand, gesturing for you to open it first. 

as you slowly peel apart the plastic covering and take a small bite, he grins. “i’m mingyu! i uh, i’m in your intro to linguistics class actually. you probably recognize me from there.” 

his words make perfect sense once you process them, and you finally remember that he’s the tall guy who sits behind you in class.

“i borrowed a pencil from you once actually,” his soft smile turns into a sheepish grin and he slumps like a scolded puppy, preparing for the worst. “i never gave it back because…i uh…i broke your pencil by accident.” 

you blink, put down the empty granola bar wrapper and burst into laughter. this guy before you, who’s definitely much stronger judging by the muscles barely hidden by his red sweatshirt, was scared of you? now that was something to laugh about.

“don’t worry about it,” you say, still giggling. “you can pay me back by…” your eyes light up. “by paying for a meal right now!” 

his eyes widen before he smiles again, and you can practically see his puppy ears perk up. “really? we can go to the pho place across the street then! it’s been a while since i went, anyway.”

you nod before grinning at his excitement, and he jumps up and starts walking towards the entrance of the library. 

confused, you call out to him. “mingyu, you silly goose! you forgot your stuff!” 

“oh right…i forgot i needed that.”

bonus!

(a/n: hater #1 is seungkwan, hater #2 is jeonghan, bononie is vernon)

mingyu ❙

oh my god i feel so bad for them 😭

their stomach keeps grumbling…did they not eat…

bononie ❙

yikes 

ur down bad

mingyu ❙

WHAT DID I EVEN DO? 

all i said was that i feel bad…

bononie ❙

exactly lmao

hater #1 ❙

mingyu you loser just talk to them

they’re literally right beside you.

mingyu ❙

THEY LOOK EMBARRASSED ENOUGH

I'M NOT GONNA DISTURB THEM

hater #2 ❙

literally just talk to them i’m with seungkwan on this

bononie ❙

mingyu if u dont talk to them now u never will

do u want to end up single forever or smth

hater #1 ❙

me and jeonghan would win the bet then… 

nvm mingyu don’t do anything!

mingyu ❙

YOU BET ON ME BEING SINGLE?

do you have no trust in my amazingness

hater #1 ❙

shut up mingyu

hater #2 ❙

shut up mingyu 

mingyu ❙

geez i can’t catch a break can i

bononie ❙

anyway…

u said they were hungry right 

literally just give them a granola bar i know u have tons of those in ur bag

mingyu ❙

oh wait that’s actually a good idea

i’m doing that 

wish me luck guys!

hater #1 ❙

no 

i need money from chan

don’t even try to approach them.

omg i’d get two birds with one stone!

[monsterswithimagines]

Maccas - Nathan Young

Nathan Young x Female!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Nathan are sorting through food for the needy. Nathan is being unhelpful.

Words: 1.1k

A/N: honestly, this is just kind of a practice-fic. I'm trying to decide if I want to write a multichapter fic about Nathan or not.

~

Sally had decided this morning that splitting your group up was the only way to get you all to be at least mildly productive.

Of course, she'd then gone about it in the dumbest way possible: she'd stuck Alisha and Curtis together on litter duty, which probably meant they were going to end up shagging somewhere, and she was making you and Nathan sort through food for the food drive. Simon and Kelly–who were somewhere else in the community centre sorting through clothes donated to a charity shop–were probably the only ones getting any real work done right about now.

To be fair, it probably wouldn't have mattered who Sally had put Nathan with. He was never productive and he wasn't about to start now.

Just now he was sitting on the floor stuffing his face with a family size bag of crisps.

“You know those are meant for the needy?” you asked, rolling your eyes at him.

“I am the needy,” Nathan said good-naturedly. “If you hadn't noticed, I'm livin’ in the community centre.”

He had a point, but you weren't about to concede to that when he was making you do all of this work by yourself. Instead, you set another box of sorted, non-expired food on top of the last one you'd filled and sighed, looking at all the unsorted cans, packs, bottles and whatever-the-fuck that you still had to go through.

“Alright then,” Nathan said, getting to his feet in a semi-graceful motion and wiping his greasy hands on the sides of his orange jumpsuit. He walked over to the boxes you'd already sorted. “Where do these go?”

“The front hall.”

Nathan nodded, but when he attempted to lift the box you'd just set down, he quickly dropped it again.

“Jesus! Did ya have to make it so heavy?”

You gave Nathan an unimpressed look and, with some grumbling and grunting, he picked up the box again and began to carry it where it needed to go.

Only for the bottom of the box to rip before he'd even left the room.

The food went spilling everywhere. It was a good thing it was mostly cans you'd put in there–they may have been dented, but at least they weren't breakable.

“Nathan!” you exclaimed.

“What? That wasn't my fault,” Nathan complained. “You didn't need to fill up the box that much!”

“You're supposed to hold the bottom when you lift it, you twat,” you snapped, pulling a hand through your hair. “Do you have no common sense?”

“Well, clearly I don't!” Nathan said, leaning down to pick up cans and setting them back on the table with the unsorted stuff. Great. “What is this shit, anyway. Beans? Classic. That's what people need. More beans.”

“You're such a wanker.”

You fell silent, then, even as Nathan kept chattering on about how beans were the worst type of vegetable, right below beets and brussel sprouts. You were only half-listening, checking expiration dates and putting things into a new box.

“And look, it's not that I don't think people need vegetables, okay? But I'm just sayin', some carrots, some peas–” He paused. “Anyway. Y'know what poor people really need? Condoms. I'm tellin’ ya, they just wanna be able to shag without the danger of having yet another tyke they can't afford. Condoms and maybe some booze. You're never hungry if you drink enough.”

“Is that what you're doing then?” you asked, glancing at Nathan. He seemed surprised you'd interrupted his ranting. “Getting drunk every night and shagging people?”

“Well,” Nathan said, grinning. “Not every night."

You gave him a look, and he shrugged.

"I just kinda sit around, eat whatever I can get out of the vending machines and go to bed early.” A short moment. “Sometimes I do nick some beers from the kitchen. But don't tell anyone.”

That was just… profoundly sad. You didn't know what to say to that.

“What about you, then?” Nathan asked. Suddenly, he was next to you, actually helping you sort through things. Admittedly, he just sort of chucked everything he deemed edible into boxes without caring if that counted as ‘sorted’ or not, but it was more than he'd been doing before. “What do you do every night?”

“Not much, either, I guess. Sometimes I go for drinks with some mates.”

Less and less, these days. Ever since you'd started community service, it was as if your old mates had faded into the background of your life, replaced by your fellow young offenders. Sometimes you and Kelly went out to the pubs, and Alisha had tried to invite you to go clubbing with her a few times now–but that didn't really seem like your scene anymore.

Then there was the times you all went out together, but it made no sense telling Nathan about that, considering he was there.

“Mostly I stay home, clean up around my flat, read a little,” you said with a shrug.

“So you have no life, the– Ow!” Nathan rubbed his arm where you'd just punched him. “Jesus.”

“I used to have more of a life before I went and got myself arrested,” you said. “I'm pretty sure going out and getting profoundly fucked up on several kinds of substances breaches the terms of my ASBO. Or at least, the things I do when I am that fucked breach them.”

“Pretty sure we're way beyond breaching ASBOs at this point,” Nathan pointed out. Then: “we should go out sometime.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, yeah, we'd totally have fun. You and me and a couple'a shots, maybe some coke or somethin’. Who knows what we'd get up to?”

“That sounds like a bad idea.”

“No, no, it'll be fun!”

“Yeah, no.”

“You're so boring.”

Maybe you were, at that. You really had been more of a party girl before community service. But look where it had gotten you: stuck at the community centre every day, the blood of a probation worker on your hands…

You tried not to think too much about that.

Nathan was silent–somehow–for a whole minute before he said:

“So that's a no to the going out thing, then? We don't have to do drugs, we could just go to Maccas or something.”

You looked at Nathan and found him very pointedly not looking at you.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“No!” Nathan exclaimed. “Well, unless you're about to say yes. Then yes.”

You blinked at him.

“Um,” you said. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Nathan asked, looking at you somewhat hopefully.

“No to the drugs. Yes to Maccas. And I'm not a shagging on the first date type of gal.”

“Right!” Nathan said, grinning. “Gotcha!”

He was a lot more helpful sorting through the rest of the food after that, and even managed not to rip any more boxes.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Obscuary's monster catwalk

Obscuary ghouls as cats

Wc: ~700

Ed

The sleepiest chartreux ever. He is always on the cat tower or in his bed.

Maybe it's because he is older than the other two and you see the contrast, but when Rui and Lyca chase each other or play he prefers to lay in your lap and make biscuits.

He used to play fight with Rui but once he acted really hurt to go back to sleep and Rui now feels guilty and still licks him to ‘make up’ for it.

His laziness is such that if you make him walk to his food and not carry him there/ serve him closer he will act as if he has a limp or meow as if he was pained enough for you to feel sorry. Either you or the vet are sure if he is in any real pain but you give him supplements for his bones and joints either way. You do notice he doesn't meow sadly while walking until he sees you and starts the whole melodrama.

What gives him away is how quickly he jumps up the platforms on the wall when Lyca tries to play with him and how smug he looks down on him when he can just meows him to go down.

Either way he is so sensitive to your emotions! When you cry in bed he will hop on your chest and lick your tears. (totally not him liking the salt in them)

Just like Ren you have to control his screen time, he might not like playing but he does stay totally still and has his eyes wide when you put on a conspiracy theorist on the tablet or TV.

Rui

A blond American shorthair.

The sweetest cat that purrs and meows so sweetly and contorts his body trying to ask for cuddles and kisses but as soon as you step a little closer and attempt to catch him he starts sprinting to the hideout. It isn't only you, the few female cats that seemed interested in him made him retreat too.

No matter how many times you chime at him and even spritz him he keeps biting pieces of your plants and flowers and keeps them ‘hidden’ in his hideout.

He is such an innate hunter! And he always brings you his victims, still when he brings you a dead ladybug or bird his appearance is closer to that of an apologetic child than a prideful hunter. It's almost as if he wants you to fix his mistake and return the little thing's life.

He seems to meet up with Romeo and Haru every night on your dining table as they meow (principally Haru, he is such a whiny baby)

He has a habit of picking up small pieces of clothing like socks and underwear and bringing them to the laundry room, even if it's helpful to already have them on the floor when you go load the machine, he sometimes opens your drawers and grabs clean ones to feel he is doing something productive. He did put Ed there once when he was nasty enough for him to refuse to help groom him.

Lyca

A messy and stiff haired Lykoi.

He was a rescue found between wild dogs that you fostered but decided to keep as his forever family.He still has some dog-like mannerisms, like wagging his tail when happy.

He is in kitty confinement jail (cat carrier) until he stops swatting and hissing at you or his brothers. Luckily Subaru was brave enough to stand beside him until he calmed and he behaved enough for you to free him under parole.

The first few days, even though he wasn't hitting anyone, nobody dared to approach him unless Subaru was besides him.

Speaking of, Subaru is the one who took it upon himself to teach him how to behave like a cat again, teaching him how to groom himself and jump high, much to Ed's chagrin.

He likes to stalk Ed, wanting to imitate what he thinks is the leader of the pack. He even annoys him trying to fight him but he just huffs and climbs up furniture or up the cat tree.

Unlike Rui, he is good at hunting and proud of it. He might be one of the few, if not only, who will bring you dead rats to show off. Once you even got a baby bunny that luckily was still alive even if scared.

[haruka-vii]

Help request to Rayman and retrogaming fans

Unfortunately, as much as I’m making efforts in solving my long-term unemployment situation there are things out of my control and I reached a point I really, really, need help.

Besides my grandma’s recent passing, there’s been a collection of unlucky events happening to me and my family in a small time interval. Both our dish washing machine and my Nintendo Switch Lite need to be repaired. The console stopped turning on regardless what I do and it’s out of warranty already. The console’s fixing, alone, can be up to 103€ according to the Iberian Nintendo support page).

But the worst case was our car’s “death”. Days after my grandma’s funeral, the car burnt its electronic system to the point of replacing that system being more expensive than the current value of the car of the same model without problems, meaning we were forced to replace the whole vehicle to a different model. The car is essential for our quotidian lives even for simple things such as doing groceries and buying food and cat litter for our seven small felines that we own. The latter unpredictable expense is very costly and adds a bigger layer of problems on my family’s end about financial management given that my mother is also jobless and there’s the bed replacement (done in January 2024) funds I want to also return to her whenever I manage.

2025 is going to be a difficult year for me and I already recently had to shrink down my Crash Bandicoot collection to a single item for a start but it’s still not enough. Now I had to make a very difficult decision of selecting personal items from my private Rayman collection and make them available to anyone in the Rayman and retrogaming fan community to be able to purchase in case they show interest in any particular object.

Please note the following details:

Products that are shown alongside with other product or more in the same photograph square means that those items are only sold as a pack/batch and not separately. I can clarify which ones by DM if you aren’t sure through the photographs.

I ship to most countries in the world, and always with tracking code so we’re both able to know its whereabouts. I won’t accept other types of shipping due to safety reasons.

The shipping address and other sensitive information will be exclusively used to ship the parcel.

Prices will be always discussed by DM, as well shipping costs as these vary depending on the destination country and parcel weight.

PayPal only for payments. While I prefer EUR currency I can also accept GBP and USD.

I’m conscious of how a good portion of the list contains particularly rare and valuable collectibles.

Some items prices are negotiable, especially if someone is interested in acquiring at least 3 different items or more that combined make up a significant total.

All items work 100%, including the Playstation accessories.

The Rayman memory card will be formatted if it gets a new onwer.

MS-DOS era games require emulation techniques to work on modern computers and there are community projects like Rayman Control Panel that help with that.

All games are complete in the box and between very good condition to like new.

The Rayman memory card is in good overall state.

The statues are like new and will be packed carefully to avoid transportation damage.

I can consider including the matching Switch videogame to the pack if I get a fair offer.

I reserve the right to not accept a sale for reasons not mentioned here.

List of items available in the photos:

Rayman Gold [PC/MS-DOS] (Rare, Original Big Boxed United Kingdom Edition)

Rayman For Ever [PC/MS-DOS] (Rare, Original Big Boxed France Edition, it even includes a Ubisoft catalogue with unique Rayman drawings)

Quick CD-ROM Demo Nº2 - Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc [PC/Windows]

Rayman M [PC/Windows] (United Kingdom Edition, still factory sealed!)

Rayman Rush [Sony PlayStation] + DualShock Controller [Sony PlayStation]

Rayman 2: The Great Escape [PC/Windows] (Very rare, Original Big Boxed United States of America Edition; I only saw maybe not more than 2 copies like this for sale online in over 15 years)

Rayman 100 Niveaux Inédits [PC/Windows] (Rare, Original Big Boxed France Edition)

Rayman Designer [PC/Windows] (Rare, Original Big Boxed France Edition)

Rayman 1 [PC/Windows] (Rare, Original Big Boxed European Edition)

Rayman Gold [PC/Windows] (Rare, Original Big Boxed France Edition)

Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc [PC/Windows] (The manual is translated in Portuguese but the games are in multilanguage)

Rayman 2: The Great Escape Sony Playstation Memory Card (Guillemot brand, uncommon item)

Rayman Raving Rabbids [PC/Windows] (Original United Kingdom Edition)

Rayman Raving Rabbids Activity Centre [PC/Windows] (Original United Kingdom Edition)

Rayman 2: The Great Escape [Sony Playstation] (Original France and Germany Edition)

Full collection of 4 medium-sized PVC statues of Mario+Rabbids: Kingdom Battle characters

Other alternative ways to help me that don’t involve buying my Rayman items:

Ko-Fi donations (https://ko-fi.com/haruka_vii)

Currently opened with the goal I’ve referred earlier of collecting enough funds of the bed replacement expenses to return to my mother combined with the needed funds to be able to send my Nintendo Switch Lite for repair.

Art commissions

I can open a limited number of slots and draw single or groups of characters in a single digital or traditional drawing. Details can be discussed through DM!

Reblogging and sharing

If you know anyone who could be potentially interested in getting anything please share them, it’s also a help!

I don’t like to ask help but it’s been a rough timeline for me. Thank you for reading in advance, any help is greatly appreciated while I don’t manage to find a job. 🙏