#Cracker Griffon

[bubblingbeebles]

need someone to do this for me

[wildxtreasures]

distractions

Rating: Teen

Ship: Davrin/Female Rook Laidir

WC: 1,247

inspired by this post: (x) by @housederiva

on AO3, if you prefer: distractions

sometimes davrin really wished the two beings he loved most in Thedas weren't so troublesome.

Where was that damn griffon?

Davrin was already late. He had promised Rook that they would leave at noon for Rivain. She had suggested the change of scenery for their next training session, wanting to run about the cliffs and into caves with Assan. He wanted to go to the Wetlands to practice hunting darkspawn. But Davrin really wasn't good at saying 'no' to her yet. It was new territory. And he didn't want to disappoint her. Too many people he knew (or had known) lately were being disappointed by his performance. 

So, it was imperative to find Assan. But it was several minutes past noon and every one of Assan's usual haunts were empty save for his boy's feathers.

He resorted to his least favourite trick of The Lighthouse.

"Caretaker?" he huffed, tapping his foot.

The low reverberations of the spirit's appearance greeted his ears and the metal spirit faded into view. "Yes?"

He swallowed his impatience, trying to remember Emmrich and Bellara's tips on interacting with this thing. "Please tell me where Assan is."

Its metal finger pointed to the dining hall before spiriting away to wherever it actually lived.

Assan was not supposed to be in the kitchen. He was decidedly banned from there after he got into the fresh fruit and fish a week ago. Both Neve and Lucanis chewed Davrin out while maintaining to Assan that he was the best boy and they knew he didn't mean it.

Davrin sighed. Rook would forgive his tardiness. Seeing her laugh while running through the cliffsides with Assan would be worth it. He might even get her to tell him that story about delving into a qunari ruin with a dragon on her tail. She was always teasing that one.

And he had wine in his pack, for an evening under the stars. Bellara was going to sneak Assan back to the Lighthouse as the sun set so that he and Rook could be alone. Precious time with her, moments where he could linger his lips on her skin...

As he pushed the door open to the kitchen, a cacophony of noises died down suddenly. The change in sound was so drastic, Davrin's head snapped up and out of his thoughts.

"What the...?"

In the kitchen, Rook held a wedge of cheese in one hand and a cheese grater in the other. Assan's beak was tipped open, though it was now salivating as she held still. Lucanis was leaning on the counter behind her, his ever-present coffee cup dangling by two fingers.

"This isn't what it looks like," Rook quickly said, tossing the cheese back at Lucanis. The assassin caught it deftly in one hand before setting his cup down and picking up a cloth. He set to wrapping the cheese up.

Davrin moved closer to the two beings that held his heart plus Lucanis. He held back his smile, doing his best to only let the surprise out on his face. "Well, it looks like you let Assan in the kitchen, where he's not supposed to be, and are feeding him cheese that I was told was off-limits."

Davrin glared at Lucanis. "You're not Rook," was all the Crow said, shrugging.

Rook sheepishly smiled. "Then, it's definitely what it looks like."

"Why?" Davrin asked, holding his hand out for the cheese grater. Rook placed it in his hand.

"Assan was eyeing my lunch - which was mainly cheese, crackers, and berries - so I thought I'd see if he actually likes cheese." Her eyes were bright and mischief danced along her expression as she looked him in the eye.

Davrin opened his mouth to say something but Lucanis cut him off. "Maker, Rook. I told you that I would make you a proper lunch if you asked. Not this deer food you and Lace adore so much." Lucanis rolled his eyes at Rook before heading for the door out of the hall. "Maybe if I convince Lace that my real food is better, you'll both be better fed."

As the door closed after Lucanis, Rook stepped closer to Davrin. She placed a hand on his forearm. "He seems more mad at me than you do, right?"

Her brow was raised, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards in a smirk. Davrin spoke quietly. "I think that seems to be the case. But, next time, at least time it better so you're not late for our date."

"Oh!" Surprise and then concern dawned on her, wiping away the cute expression on her face. "Sorry, I didn't even realize what time it was."

"I'll forgive you," he said, putting the grater on the counter and pulling her close by the waist, "if you promise to tell me the qunari ruin story tonight."

Rook pressed herself into his body, the warmth of her releasing the tension he had riled up in his body over the past few minutes. Her thumb rubbed across his cheek. "Deal," she whispered.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. He leaned forward...

Assan's head ramped into Davrin's thigh, causing him to pull away. The griffon body-checked him out of the way, sending Davrin sprawling into the ground. Assan jumped up onto Rook, his talons on her shoulders and brought her to the ground too. A sound of surprise escaped her lips.

Davrin sprang back up only to see Assan giving Rook kisses by pressing his beak to her face. She placed her hands on either side of Assan's face stopping his assault. "Learn that from your dad, eh?"

Her eyes met Davrin's and she gave him a little wink. Davrin chuckled. He pulled out some gingerwort truffles from his hip pouch which pulled Assan's interest far too quickly. He launched himself at Davrin.

"Sit!" Davrin yelled and Assan slid across the stone floor, legs in all directions, before he managed to find purchase to sit properly. "Good boy," Davrin praised, tossing a truffle at him.

Davrin moved over to Rook and held out a hand for her. She took it and Davrin lifted her up. He took the opportunity to press his lips to hers, snagging the kiss he wanted earlier. She pulled away, reaching into his pouch and tossing a truffle at Assan. "Have to keep him preoccupied if you want this to continue."

"Continue?" Davrin asked, bringing her hand that was still in his to his mouth. He pressed his lips to her knuckles, his gaze locked with hers.

"I was going to say continue making out in the kitchen, but you might be insinuating something else...?" Rook teased, though she closed the distance between their faces, pulling her hand, along with his, out of the way.

"We've got training to do," he said, regretting the words as they left his mouth.

She blinked a couple of times, leaning back from him. Rook considered his words, tilting her head. "I guess this can last all afternoon."

It was his turn to look confused.

"The foreplay," she answered to his silent question. She extracted herself from him before heading to the door. "I will see you in five minutes at the eluvian. I'll be wearing my Lords armour."

She swept out the door, leaving Davrin with the image of that armour in a pile at the foot of his bed.

Assan trilled, leaping to Davrin's side. The little griffon cocked his head. Davrin looked down, ruffling the feathers of Assan's head. "Do you mind hanging out with Lace this afternoon?"

[toskarin]

fondly remembering the time I was lightly making fun of the Griffon family name scheme (Cookie, Cracker, Biscuit, et al) when I suddenly remembered I knew a real family that had similarly food-themed names and had to stumble back over myself

[chow-bii]

Biscuit, Cookie and Cracker enjoying some cookies together! Still a little behind on inktober but slowly catching up!

[spaceehime]

J'ai toujours été très mal à l'aise de poster des dessins tristes, mais celui-ci n'a rien prit comme temps et me tenait à cœur, Mon frère m'a fait regarder la série Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans et tous mes persos préférés meurent, exactement à partir de mon premier, tout mon podium y passe dans l'ordre :') Mais le MEILLEUR de cette série c'est qu'il y a les enfants d'une même famille qui s'appellent Biscuit, Cookie et Cracker, et ça ça n'a pas de prix <3

(et la musique qui me fait pleurer car trop épique : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKGK1CRUrm0 )

Merci Bro

[vitavitale]

@vaenaku​

“One more peep outta you and we’re having Kentucky Fried Puppy!”

[gnxfreedom]

Mobile Suit Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans Episode 47 - Preview Images

[louscribbles]

ibo dump bc i really don’t want to finish it and a bought a new inking brush 

[rodeoxqueen]

The Sparda Boys Taking Care Of Stray Animals Headcanons-(AO3 Request by @Zehnmou)

Zehnmou requested: Why is this so cute...urgh, my heart just exploded. 😭. I have always love Dante being a goofy dad

Anyway, pardon me, but might I ask for a request here? I don't have any Tumblr account though,

What about Sparda boys taking care of stray pets in their own ways? (oh any kinda is fine to me though, cats, dogs, birds,....they're all good to go)? Like fluffy stuff. Thank you so much.

I love this idea. Pull my fluff trigger, if you will. I did not write Nero, though I will add his segment later.  I’m too burnt out from school to do more but I still wanted you to have something to read as soon as possible. This was all my exhausted cowboy brain could scrounge up to write. 

Thank you for requesting darling,

Rodeo

Vergil

Our favorite ice king tries not to make it obvious but he is a cat person.

He is a staunch believer that owning a pet is extra work and pointless. Besides, you own another creature and that’s freaky. 

But as soon as he sees them toe beans and twitching whiskers, he’s not that loud about his aforementioned opinion. 

He won’t exactly house them, but Dante sometimes catches him leaving cans of tuna around the alleys. He refuses to admit it’s him. 

It’s even harder to hide he’s the local cat dad when he walks down the street and there’s a gaggle of cats following him, tails swishing the air with affection. 

His pants at the ankle area are covered in cat hair. He can’t walk out the street without a pack of all sorts of cats rubbing themselves on his legs. 

Sometimes there will be some sickly kitten that’s left on the street. Vergil can be found in his plastic white chair, bottle-feeding the poor thing. It grows healthy and cute and he lets the kitty, who he named William, sit on his shoulders while he reads. 

After he lets in that cat, about twenty more show up. Dante had to beg Vergil to be sensible, a rare sight to behold, when there are cats everywhere in his shop. 

Vergil= Crazy Cat DILF. 

V

Unlike his complete form, he’s quite into the idea of animal companionship even if Griffon is annoying as hell sometimes. 

He loves feeding birds. When he’s reading with Shadow’s head on his lap and Griffon is preening, he’s throwing bits of cracker and biscuit onto the ground for pigeons. Sometimes Shadow tries to eat one or Griffon strikes lightning at them with a chortle. He is inconsolably pissed. 

One day at a local park,  he keeps hearing this wretched and pitiable noise. After some tracking around, he finds a raven with a broken wing. They’re hopping around pathetically and incapable of flight. 

When they see him approaching, they freak and screech at him and try to flee. 

“Have no fear, little bird. I mean you no harm.” He stoops down, hands gentle and slow to approach them. 

For some reason, the corvid trusts him, beak stroked by his careful fingers. He cups the bird and takes them home. 

He manages to fix their wing with a splint. The bird hops following him. Shadow tries so hard to not eat the poor thing and Griffon is offended. 

“What?! Am I not cute enough for ya, V? You cheating on me with another birdie?!”

When they begin to heal and can fly again, V sadly lets them leave. He gives them a little push towards the window. 

“Go on now, little wanderer. You’re well and free once more.” They don’t move, intelligent eyes focused on him only. They hop back and caw at him, flying up to sit upon his shoulder. 

“If you wish.” V muses. He strokes the bird’s head. 

“If you are to stay, I must find you a name. How about Poe?” 

“Caw.” 

“Excellent choice.” 

V is not very original. But he has a pet raven and that makes him so much cooler than you.  

Dante

On account that he does live in the shadier parts of Redgrave, there’s a lot of strays. However, there’s also a lot of demons that like to eat the aforementioned strays. It’s a brutal little ecosystem. 

So imagine Dante’s surprise one night, when a hellhound runs into the alley near his shop. 

The hound is snarling with some sort of black goo in its mouth and its claws like scythes scraping the ground. Dante thinks it’s a dog that’s dumpster diving. 

“Same.” He walks away. It barks at him, looking for a fight.

“Look puppy. I fight Cerberus for fun, you are not going to win this.” The hound jumps him anyway, taking a good chunk off his leather coat. He throws the dog off and semi triggers, exposing his demonic skin. 

He assumed the hound would just run away. Instead, it rolls onto its back with its tail shaking. He can’t get it to leave and he eventually lets it inside. 

He has a dog now, he guesses. 

The hellhound is a lot different than a normal dog. Firstly, it’s from hell. 

It also is super strong and fast, and incredibly violent. It should not be treated as a pet.

Dante disregards that and plays fetch with it using an old can. It runs into traffic and comes back with half a stop sign. 

“Come here, boy!” The hound leaps onto him and sends him through a wall. Dante has to borrow Nico’s saw to clip its nails. Don’t even get him started on bathing the hound. It tore the faucet right out of the wall and sent a spray of water right at Dante. 

He never really finds a name for the hellhound. He just whistles and it’s there. 

He and the dog can enjoy a pizza together and he feeds it the olives when they show up on his slices. However, the hound is perfectly happy with some demon leftovers or roadkill. 

Its breath? Terrible. 

He tried to leash the dog and it bit a hole through his hand. No leashes. 

He cannot take the hound to the dog park. The last time he did the dumb hound tried to eat someone’s Pomeranian. 

The hound’s really useful during hunts when Dante brings it.  

Dante gets a side compartment for Cavalier so the hound can sit and let the open air hit its face. The hound can run just as fast as a car but it loves it. 

At the end of a hard day, the hellhound will jump up and down and chase its tail with joy when Dante comes back from work. 

He and the hound sleep on the same bed, the hound laying its stupid little head right on his chest. Both their snores make Vergil want to set the shop on fire. 

(For my Tumblr Lone Rangers Only)-Vergil walked in on Dante doing this to his hellhound and he simply walked out of the building: 

Rodeo’s Two Pieces: 

This Cowboy Is Tired But Never Of Your Requests and Comments.

[dreaming-gamer]

DMC Week day 5: Hurt, Heal, Happiness – Nico & V

This work is lightly tied to my day 2 & 3, but can also be read as a standalone fic. Hope you enjoy!

No warnings, just fluff ahoy, no shipping.

V turned carefully in his bed for what felt like the thousandth time and yet only 10 minutes had passed since he last laid eyes on the clock. This was not a phenomenon he was too familiar with. Pushing forward while having slept too little had been common in his life, but not staying awake when he had the opportunity to sleep.

Shadow was curled up by his feet, a warm lump of fur, he didn’t know how many times his feet had brushed against her every time he needed to move. And yet V couldn’t tell why he felt this need, why he simply couldn’t just fall asleep as he was supposed to. Night reigned outside, cloaking the room in darkness, except for the lamp in the hall that Kyrie always made sure was on, in case any of the boys woke up. The youngest supposedly feared the dark, even asked V to check under his bed for monsters once, instead of Kyrie or Nero. V had checked, assured him it was nothing to be afraid of, when Griffon had chimed in with a helpful “The real monsters are outside!” With the bird banned from the children's bedtime stories from now on, it took about 15 more minutes for the child to calm down. Said bird was currently sprawled out over the other pillow, snoozing soundly.

It surely wasn’t the idea of monsters under the bed that kept V awake, he had been tired throughout the day, but now any sense of heaviness in his eyelids was just gone.

Finally, he gave up, letting out a sigh as he lifted his legs over the edge of the bed. The motions sent a feeling of ache through the bruises decorating his body, but the arm sling kept his arm where it should. It didn’t hurt as badly anymore, the red swelling having died down along with most of the pain, but Kyrie insisted he kept taking pain relievers so he could rest easier. Bless her warm soul, V could see why Nero got along well with her.

Shadow moved as V got up from the bed, leaving her spot to join him. Perhaps a cup of tea or simply a change of room would make him more inclined to sleep in a little while.

“Hihi, fry...” Griffon half snickered in his sleep, his master shaking his head with a smirk. What did a nightmare even dream of? Perhaps he should ask in the morning. His feline familiar and his cane supporting his slow steps, V made his way towards the kitchen.

The lamp on the hallway table lit up just enough for him to not step on one of the toys that the kids always seemed to leave loitering about. Shadow grabbed it in her mouth, moving it to the box of toys with her tail standing up straight up. She enjoyed order, he had learned and keeping an eye on the little ones was her forte, whenever V didn’t need her immediate assistance.

A picture was put up on the hallway wall, of a younger Nero and Kyrie, along with the children even younger than they were now. Kyrie was smiling, Nero looking a tad defiant into the camera, as if he’d dare the photographer to lay a hand on Kyrie or any of the kids. V got the feeling the Nero in the photos were much angrier than the one he knew and that said something. With interest, V’s green eyes continued to take in details, spotting the beginnings of a drawing on the wallpaper behind Kyrie’s white dresser.

There were just signs of a living family everywhere he looked and though V had been reluctant to impose upon them like that, they had still allowed him to stay, while he searched for a home of his own. He envisioned himself having a library, just a quiet space to read between missions because sometimes that was severely lacking in this house, with three lively children.

A kitchen such as Kyrie’s, old but cozy with a small walk-in pantry truly didn’t sound so bad, even though his expertise in the kitchen was certainly nothing to brag about. Kyrie had taken it upon herself to show him some of the basics and V found her teachings much more helpful than the occasional recipes he did try to follow.

As he opened up a cupboard, the smell of tea drifted towards him, a selection of flavors on display, perhaps chamomile would allow him to wind down enough for some sleep. Being limited to only one hand was making itself known now, as he had to do every step one at a time. As he moved to start the electric kettle, setting it in the sink to start the water, he was surprised to hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Was he not the only one having trouble sleeping? At first, he suspected one of the children as Kyle had a tendency to wake up during the night and head for Nero and Kyrie’s room, but the footsteps were not light enough.

“Oh-hee, I didn’t take you for the nightsnack kinda guy V.” A cheerful voice suddenly said, followed by a yawn as Nico stepped into the kitchen, dressed in a light top and pajama pants. Her black hair was exceptionally wavy, not put up in a ponytail or held back by the plaited hairband for once. It was unusual to see her like that, but V found it to suit her.

“I would not say that I am.” He admitted with a small smirk. “I was just thinking of having some tea. Would you like some?”

“Sure. Trouble sleeping?” Nico wondered, glancing at what he was doing.

“Yes.” V admitted, some stray water droplets hitting his hand as he turned the faucet on. “You as well?”

“Nah, I’ll probably fall asleep in minutes if I lay down again. After a snack that is. Rice crackers?” She grinned, opening another cupboard and grabbing a colorful plastic package, crackling in her hands. Cheese-flavored was printed on the front.

V gave her a little nod, the electric kettle starting to heat up from the flip of a switch, all they had to do now was wait. Nico pulled out cups for them, setting them on the counter as V leaned himself towards said counter, just for a bit. His muscles ached slightly, but it felt more as if it was because he was stiff from the lack of moving the last week, rather than actual pain.

“Are ya hurtin’?” She wondered, standing beside him. “That’s what’s keeping you from sleeping?”

V wondered if he was seeing concern, behind her red-rimmed glasses.

“No, Kyrie handed me a painkiller before bed. I simply feel as if... I have passed a threshold. Earlier, I was tired but I did not act on it. Right now on the other hand, I should be tired but sleep fails to claim me.”

“Whatcha talking about, can happen to anyone really.” Nico pointed out, her hand slipping to where her belt used to be but stopped when she realized no cigarette was available.

V hummed in thought.

“I admit it to be a new experience. I don’t mind the quiet of the night, but I know I should sleep…”

“Maybe ya just need a hug?” Nico said, tone teasing yet sincere. So sincere in fact that V was unsure of what to answer, straight away. Was that… alright to ask for? He had so little experience with human contact of that kind, yet he could not deny an interest in it.

A laugh slipped out of Nico when he realized his answer was overdue, his gaze upon her probably showing more of his inner thoughts than he meant for it to.

But her laughter wasn’t ill willed, in fact there was just a tone of mirth to it that he had come to associate with Nico.

“It’s not rocket science, come here!”

And then, her arms were around him. Just like that. Warm, careful because of his injured arm but oh so… soothing nonetheless. V carefully maneuvered his other arm over her back, holding on. It felt like she didn’t mind and he liked to return the favor. The sense of warmth, spreading in his chest. Her hair smelled lightly of shampoo with a spicy scent along with just a trace of tobacco and oil.

“Feels nice huh?” She said against him, V didn’t need to see her face to know that she was grinning, her jolly tone said it all.

“Yes. It does.” He spoke softly, holding on for just a little longer. The ache and pain he had faced this time felt so minor, compared to the terrifying feeling of falling apart. And yet this gesture felt like it soothed so much of it. Like the balm Kyrie had helped administer over the healing cracks in his skin, just on a deeper level.

“Thank you… Nico.” A soft vibrating feeling as she let out a light laugh under his hand.

“Anytime, ya hear?” Bubbles assaulted the inside of the electric kettle for a second, until the device shut itself off. “Let’s get that tea ready, we’re moving to the living room.” The mechanic added as she slowly let him go.

“We are…?” V asked, puzzled.

“Yep, I’m gonna show ya a little somethin’.” She told him, grinning from ear to ear. V knew not what she could possibly mean, but the fact that she was willing to spend some more time with him, in the middle of the night when she really could go and sleep some more was very thoughtful. To the point where he didn’t want to ask it of her, but Nico was already moving. She poured hot water into their cups and added the teabags, passing the rice cracker package to V and grabbing the cups herself, leading the way to the living room. V slowly followed, making sure to have his cane make as little noise as possible as he stepped through the hall. Shadow walked beside him, quiet but approving of the fact that Nico had chosen a cup with a black cat on it for V.

Gleaming moonlight touched the wooden surface of the living room table as Nico put down their cups and moved on, crouching by the TV. With a quizzical look, V followed her movements.

“Are you suggesting we watch… TV at this hour?” He asked, puzzled by the idea. Would not the noise wake the rest of the household?

“Uh huh, a Disney movie might just do ya good. Pinocchio sound okay?” Nico looked up, the grin on her face barely visible from the mere amount of light the moon granted them.

“I don’t recognize the title.” He answered truthfully, setting the package on the living room table.

“But ya know Disney?”

“Only that the children seem to enjoy those movies.”

“Hoo boy V, we’ve got something to catch up on here then, whenever ya can’t sleep. Go on, sit!” Nico half ordered him.

Thinking it was probably just for the best to play along for now, V lowered himself onto the couch, moving a toy figure of a… turtle on two legs(?) from one of the cushions, lest he would sit on it.

“Will this not wake the others up?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep the sound low!” Nico assured, the TV flaring to life with the push of a button and she came back to the couch, nestling herself down beside him, on his good side and grabbing for the quilts. The warm quilt that Kyrie always used was suddenly put over V, while Nico spread a yellow one over herself, while the movie was starting itself up.

This was certainly not a situation V had imagined himself ending up in, when he had found himself unable to sleep…

“If yer not gonna sleep anyway, might as well do something productive!” Nico stated, tearing a hole in the noisy rice cracker package and offered him a bite.

“Productive might not be the word I would use.” V admitted, but he nevertheless took a cracker.

“Relaxing then. Enjoy yer first look at kids movie history.” Nico said.

And enjoy it V did, sitting alongside a friend in the middle of the night, watching the story of a puppet who wished to be a real boy unfold, between sips of tea and one or two salty crackers and Nico’s commentary. Shadow laid at their feet, keeping them warm.

Slowly, oh so slowly the colorful pictures let his brain relax itself, the narrative turning no less interesting, but the cozy quilt, company and relaxation creeping up on him. Nico’s head rested against his shoulder, a comfortable, anchoring weight. Eyelids finally feeling heavy, V let his head dip, slowly against hers, the sounds of an old animated movie guiding the last of his conscious to a soft sleep.

What awaited Nero and Kyrie when they woke up the next morning was the words of the youngest orphan, being sad he hadn’t been invited to movie night, as well as the sleeping figures of Nico and V, resting against each other and the TV showing the loop of the movie's main menu since hours ago.

[chaotic-randy-commander]

gw2 ask meme

― your muse’s name: Lilian

―  a favorite picture/face claim of your muse:

im kidding this one: 

― two headcanons you have for your muse: 

post pof her prosthetic arm fuses to her limb and slowly becomes more bio mechanical (she opened her forearm to do maintenance and  was rightfully shocked beyond all means by it)

she has insane leaps, can and will clear a norn like a pole vault with just her leg strength

― seven people your muse loves/likes:

if you ask her; she only loves two people:

her late grandmother rosemary; who named her lilian when she asked

bird; who sort of took her in and treated her like an equal; really gave her a second chance at the whole... living thing- but she still treats him like a little brother (hes older)

and for the others:

birds husbands: she thinks they are absolutely perfect for him- doesnt stop her from bullying bird about them [she would call cyg a brother figure but hes too tall and too blonde so it just feels weird]

poppy: they are absolute chaos goblins together and the others hate it

astraea: her delightful daughter whom she would kill for

aurene: her other daughter whom she would kill for (even though its unnecessary)

TYBALT!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOVE THAT APPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!

― a phobia your muse has:

heights- any heights; she hates bridges and hates getting up ladders. which for someone who gets carted around by norn; you would think going up ladders is fine. nah. she barely tolerates her griffon and skyscale: egg-mund and fat bich. 

          her skimmer oyster cracker is on thin fucking ice

i dont know whom else to tag so like- if u wanna go at it; by all means

[hytk-9321]

What’s your favorite food, V? (V and Griffon dialogue)

I saw the post discussing about Nero’s favorite food on reddit. Then, how about V?

V "I don't eat rice so much. Chinese food? Well...so-so.  Talking about French, I don't have opportunity having French. I like Italian. Dante seems to like pizza and Nero like pasta. I like liver paste. With crackers. Anyway, Shadow loves T-bone steak."

Griffon "I dislike chicken! Does it make sense? DO NOT make me say again. So, I don't have likes and dislikes... I specially like fish!! Italy is surrounded around the sea. Fish is very good. Especially grilled! With herbs...oops, I didn’t mean drug, ha-ha."

[shieldmaiden-sayla79]

Rosemary Raspberry, Chibodee Crocket, the Griffon siblings Cookie, Cracker, and Biscuit; Frau Bow, Quatre Raberba Winner, Septum, Cucuruz Doan, Ramba Ral, Mu La Flaga, Al Da Flaga, Rockpie Getty, Broom Brooks, Slender, Elpeo Ple (or Erupi Puru, Elpie Peru, or however they’re spelling her name today), Kacricon Cacooler (pretty sure I misspelled that one lol).

not enough people on gay tumblr know about how fucking funny gundam names are

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#機動戦士ガンダム鉄血のオルフェンズ #機動戦士ガンダム #鉄血のオルフェンズ #Gundam #ガンダム #MobileSuitGundamIronBloodedOrphans #kingdevinjoseph #キングデビンジョセフ #おたく#otaku #オタク #GotoJobin #後藤Jobin #キングデビンジョセフ #デヴィンジョセフ王 #Weeb #WeebDar #HappyBlackHistoryMonth #BlackHistoryMonth #HappyBlackHistoryMonth2019 #BlackHistoryMonth2019 クッキー・グリフォン／クラッカ・グリフォン COOKIE GRIFFON/CRACKER GRIFFON ＣＶ：Kuwabara Yuki (Cookie · Griffon) Akai Senbonki (Cracker · Griffon) Twin sister of biscuits. Contrary to the nature and relaxed cookie and intense cracker. Both of them like brothers and crescents. 1. Organization formed by the former CGS boys' soldiers as the main body. 2. An independent autonomous city on Mars. Although it is under the rule of one sphere of the Earth sphere, the voice of separation and independence from the people who could not tolerate unilateral rule increases. 3. A powerful and mighty military organization formed by consensus of national unions that govern the earth. Violence equipment to maintain world peace with armed force. I possess a lot of mobile suits. 4. Teiwas: A huge enterprise mainly engaged in the development and transport of Jupiter, the asteroid belt. It has the greatest influence of Jupiter route and holds a large number of affiliated companies under umbrella. 5. Teiwas: A huge enterprise mainly engaged in the development and transport of Jupiter, the asteroid belt. It has the greatest influence of Jupiter route and holds a large number of affiliated companies under umbrella. 6. Turbines: Subordinate organization responsible for the transport department of "Teiwas". https://www.instagram.com/p/BuOILEVlrH3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ssw4kq3oqn30

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• Are there any mythical beasts which aren’t simple pastiches of nature? Centaurs, minotaurs, unicorns, griffons, chimeras, sphinxes, manticores, and the like don’t speak well for the human imagination. None is as novel as a kangaroo or starfish. – William Poundstone • Avoid restaurants with names that are improbable descriptions, such as the Purple Goose, the Blue Kangaroo or the Quilted Orangutan. – Calvin Trillin

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Kangaroo', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_kangaroo').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_kangaroo img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Besides my professional goals, I have a couple of private ones, my man. One of those is to pet a kangaroo before I leave Australia. I understand there’s lots of Eastern Grays around this area. What do you say? Are you in?’ Bergman looked at him like he’d just made the worst financial investment of his life. ‘Kangaroos are wild animals. I’ve heard they claw like girl fighters and kick like jackhammers. You’re going to get your skull crushed.’ Cole held up a finger. ‘Or I’m going to pet a kangaroo. How cool would that be? – Jennifer Rardin • Children’s books are looked on as a sideline of literature. A special smile. They are usually thought to be associated with women. I was determined not to have this label of sentimentality put on me so I signed by my intials, hoping people wouldn’t bother to wonder if the books were written by a man, woman or kangaroo. – P. L. Travers • Creative new health strategies like micro-insurance for poor people or Kangaroo care for pre-term babies are transforming health outcomes in even the most low-resource settings. Dedication and innovation are transforming health care worldwide. – Liya Kebede • Don’t know what 2 say about Dunk-a-roos. They’re just good! Sometimes you want a food that is comfortable and takes you back. For me, it’s those crazy little kangaroo crackers. – Prince • Envy the kangaroo. That pouch setup is extraordinary; the baby crawls out of the womb when it is about two inches long, gets into the pouch, and proceeds to mature. I’d have a baby if it would develop in my handbag. – Rita Rudner • Even to this day, no native Australian animal species and only one plant species-the macadamia nut-have proved suitable for domestication. There still are no domestic kangaroos. – Jared Diamond • Evolution is a snail, but Revolution is a kangaroo; one crawls, other jumps! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Go to the Black Sea, meet new people, see beautiful places, get killed by a mutant carnivorous kangaroo goat. One item off my bucket list. – Ilona Andrews • He (Ozzie Smith) plays like he’s on a mini-trampoline or wearing helium kangaroo shorts. – Andy Van Slyke • Hopefully New Zealand let me stay, and they don’t kick me out and ban me. And I hope I don’t get killed by a kangaroo, ‘cuz I heard that happens out there. – Vince Staples • Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!’ Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?’ Which one do you think?’ Bad Vlad?’ Good call. – Dr. Seuss • How small the cosmos (a kangaroo’s pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words! – Vladimir Nabokov • How true, how true” said the Sour Kangaroo, “And from now on, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to protect them with you!” And the Young Kangaroo in her pouch said “Me too! – Dr. Seuss • I actually had a small kangaroo – and I’m not kidding this time. I was holding a small kangaroo, baby kangaroo … it was very nice to me this time. Do you know what it did afterward? I gave it some milk, and it just spit it all over me. I was like, Is this a thank-you for just being nice and petting the kangaroo? I got milk all over myself. I guess I deserved that from the story last year. – Caroline Wozniacki • I had longed to be a butterfly, and I was one at last. I attended private parties in sumptuous evening dress, simpered and aired my graces like a born beau, and polkaed and schoisched with a step peculiar to myself – and the kangaroo. – Mark Twain • I have no fear of losing my life – if I have to save a koala or a crocodile or a kangaroo or a snake, mate, I will save it. – Steve Irwin • I liked the koala, wallaby, and I chilled with a kangaroo a bit. There was a wombat that I quite enjoyed also – Todd Barry • I wanted to be Stan Laurel, then I wanted to be Fred Astaire and then Captain Kangaroo. I actually started out as a radio announcer when I was 17 and never left the business so that’s literally 70 years. – Dick Van Dyke • I was taught to read by my grandmother. Central to her method was a tale of unnatural love called ‘The Duck and the Kangaroo’. Then, because my grandfather, Senator Gore, was blind, I was required early on to read grown-up books to him, mostly constitutional law and, of course, the Congressional Record. The later continence of my style is a miracle, considering those years of piping the additional remarks of Mr. Borah of Idaho. – Gore Vidal • If there’s any guy crazy enough to attack me, I’m going to show him the end of the world — close up. I’m going to let him see the kingdom come with his own eyes. I’m going to send him straight to the southern hemisphere and let the ashes of death rain all over him and the kangaroos and the wallabies. – Haruki Murakami • If you hit a kangaroo in the street and you have to pull out on the side of the road, it can get back up and murder you. – Vince Staples • If you were a kangaroo you’d forget you’ve got a joey in your pouch. – Steve Fowler • I’m so glad you’re back. We need you here. I mean…Burnett’s okay, but…he’s not you.” Holiday arched a brow. “I hear he wasn’t even himself for a while there.” Miranda frowned. “He told you about the whole kangaroo thing, didn’t he.” “Yeah,” Holiday said, and her brows tightened. “And I must say, I’m very disappointed with you, Miranda” she reached out and gripped Miranda’s hand. “The next time you turn him into anything, do it when I’m here to enjoy it.” -Taken at Dusk – C.C. Hunter • It is hard eating a little kangaroo knob. – Karl Pilkington • It is in the national interest to have the Flying Kangaroo. It’s in the interests of our tourism industry. It’s in the interests of jobs here in Australia. – Anthony Albanese • It’s like trying to pin down a kangaroo on a trampoline. – Sid Waddell • Kofi Annan’s kangaroo court [is] a clear and present danger to the war on terror and to Americans fighting it all over the world. – Tom DeLay • Let me introduce myself. My name is, uh, Kangaroo… Kangaroo – Captain Kangaroo … I’m the keeper here of the Treasure House. – Bob Keeshan • Listen, Frank Zhang has moves. He’s probably gonna turn into a kangaroo and do some marsupial jujitsu on their ugly faces. – Rick Riordan • Look, in particular, at the people who, like you, are making average incomes for doing average jobs- bank vice presidents, insurance salesmen, auditors, secretaries of defense- and you’ll realie they all dress the same way, essentially the way the mannequins in the Sears menswear department dress. Now look at the real successes, the people who make a lot more money than you- Elton John, Captain Kangaroo, anybody from Saudi Arabia, Big Bird, and so on. They all dress funny- and they all succeed. – Dave Barry • My mother on her death bed told me, ‘Where the hell did that kangaroo come from!?’ – it just popped out of nowhere and punched her in the head and caused a cerebral hemorrhage, so I thought I’d move to a country where there were no kangaroos! – Colin Mochrie • Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! – Frank O’Hara • The chimpanzees in the zoos do it, Some courageous kangaroos do it Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. I’m sure giraffes on the sly do it, Even eagles as they fly do it, Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. – Cole Porter • There is nothing more delightful than to scoop up a wild joey in your arms and smell the wind and eucalyptus in the coats of the gentle kangaroo or the deep-earth smell of tiny wallabies. It is wonderful to see the trust in their eyes and the gradual realization that you mean them no harm. – Stella Reid • This is your court and you possess the force to celebrate the trial and convict me on the basis of your lists of accusations, the public one and the secret one, and you can dictate a sentence prepared by the political and security apparatuses that are behind this trial. But I too possess a will obtained from the justice of our cause and the determination of our people to reject any decision from this ‘kangaroo court’. – Ahmad Sa’adat • Two kangaroos were talking to each other, and one said, ‘I hope it doesn’t rain today. I hate it when the children play inside. – Henny Youngman • Until we do something about wild dogs, kangaroos competing for pasture, your fortunes in life aren’t gonna turn around. – Barry O’Sullivan • What will happen to the spirit of this ancient dreaming land without the great mobs of kangaroos bounding across the song lines, energizing the land? Will the sunset and dawn mourn the passing of the creatures who danced in their light? – Sue Arnold • When I went to Australia, I went shark diving. It was crazy. It was called ‘extreme’ shark diving because even though we were in cages, we literally could touch the sharks swimming by. They were huge and I’m terrified of sharks. Then I went to a wildlife park and held kangaroos. That was nice. – Taylor Lautner • When you come across with a problem in your life, do not always try to solve it; make a long jump like a kangaroo and continue your way! Sometimes problems must be leaped over without touching them! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Who will mourn the passing of our magnificent kangaroos? Who will remember how the bush once danced in rhythm with the thumping, jumping kangaroos who flew over fences their great tails drumming on the earth? Who will remember the big red male kangaroo lying in the desert sun, his coat almost indistinguishable from the red earth from which he came? – Sue Arnold • With kangaroos, you say ‘Sit!’ and they start boxing with you. They’re nuts! – Jerry O’Connell • Yeah, I think it’s an absolute disaster that Australia, the government, allowed kangaroo culling. – Steve Irwin • Your heart keeps jumping like a kangaroo, floating like an onion in a bowl of stew. – Fabian [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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Kangaroos Quotes

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• Are there any mythical beasts which aren’t simple pastiches of nature? Centaurs, minotaurs, unicorns, griffons, chimeras, sphinxes, manticores, and the like don’t speak well for the human imagination. None is as novel as a kangaroo or starfish. – William Poundstone • Avoid restaurants with names that are improbable descriptions, such as the Purple Goose, the Blue Kangaroo or the Quilted Orangutan. – Calvin Trillin

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'Kangaroo', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_kangaroo').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_kangaroo img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Besides my professional goals, I have a couple of private ones, my man. One of those is to pet a kangaroo before I leave Australia. I understand there’s lots of Eastern Grays around this area. What do you say? Are you in?’ Bergman looked at him like he’d just made the worst financial investment of his life. ‘Kangaroos are wild animals. I’ve heard they claw like girl fighters and kick like jackhammers. You’re going to get your skull crushed.’ Cole held up a finger. ‘Or I’m going to pet a kangaroo. How cool would that be? – Jennifer Rardin • Children’s books are looked on as a sideline of literature. A special smile. They are usually thought to be associated with women. I was determined not to have this label of sentimentality put on me so I signed by my intials, hoping people wouldn’t bother to wonder if the books were written by a man, woman or kangaroo. – P. L. Travers • Creative new health strategies like micro-insurance for poor people or Kangaroo care for pre-term babies are transforming health outcomes in even the most low-resource settings. Dedication and innovation are transforming health care worldwide. – Liya Kebede • Don’t know what 2 say about Dunk-a-roos. They’re just good! Sometimes you want a food that is comfortable and takes you back. For me, it’s those crazy little kangaroo crackers. – Prince • Envy the kangaroo. That pouch setup is extraordinary; the baby crawls out of the womb when it is about two inches long, gets into the pouch, and proceeds to mature. I’d have a baby if it would develop in my handbag. – Rita Rudner • Even to this day, no native Australian animal species and only one plant species-the macadamia nut-have proved suitable for domestication. There still are no domestic kangaroos. – Jared Diamond • Evolution is a snail, but Revolution is a kangaroo; one crawls, other jumps! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Go to the Black Sea, meet new people, see beautiful places, get killed by a mutant carnivorous kangaroo goat. One item off my bucket list. – Ilona Andrews • He (Ozzie Smith) plays like he’s on a mini-trampoline or wearing helium kangaroo shorts. – Andy Van Slyke • Hopefully New Zealand let me stay, and they don’t kick me out and ban me. And I hope I don’t get killed by a kangaroo, ‘cuz I heard that happens out there. – Vince Staples • Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!’ Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?’ Which one do you think?’ Bad Vlad?’ Good call. – Dr. Seuss • How small the cosmos (a kangaroo’s pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words! – Vladimir Nabokov • How true, how true” said the Sour Kangaroo, “And from now on, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to protect them with you!” And the Young Kangaroo in her pouch said “Me too! – Dr. Seuss • I actually had a small kangaroo – and I’m not kidding this time. I was holding a small kangaroo, baby kangaroo … it was very nice to me this time. Do you know what it did afterward? I gave it some milk, and it just spit it all over me. I was like, Is this a thank-you for just being nice and petting the kangaroo? I got milk all over myself. I guess I deserved that from the story last year. – Caroline Wozniacki • I had longed to be a butterfly, and I was one at last. I attended private parties in sumptuous evening dress, simpered and aired my graces like a born beau, and polkaed and schoisched with a step peculiar to myself – and the kangaroo. – Mark Twain • I have no fear of losing my life – if I have to save a koala or a crocodile or a kangaroo or a snake, mate, I will save it. – Steve Irwin • I liked the koala, wallaby, and I chilled with a kangaroo a bit. There was a wombat that I quite enjoyed also – Todd Barry • I wanted to be Stan Laurel, then I wanted to be Fred Astaire and then Captain Kangaroo. I actually started out as a radio announcer when I was 17 and never left the business so that’s literally 70 years. – Dick Van Dyke • I was taught to read by my grandmother. Central to her method was a tale of unnatural love called ‘The Duck and the Kangaroo’. Then, because my grandfather, Senator Gore, was blind, I was required early on to read grown-up books to him, mostly constitutional law and, of course, the Congressional Record. The later continence of my style is a miracle, considering those years of piping the additional remarks of Mr. Borah of Idaho. – Gore Vidal • If there’s any guy crazy enough to attack me, I’m going to show him the end of the world — close up. I’m going to let him see the kingdom come with his own eyes. I’m going to send him straight to the southern hemisphere and let the ashes of death rain all over him and the kangaroos and the wallabies. – Haruki Murakami • If you hit a kangaroo in the street and you have to pull out on the side of the road, it can get back up and murder you. – Vince Staples • If you were a kangaroo you’d forget you’ve got a joey in your pouch. – Steve Fowler • I’m so glad you’re back. We need you here. I mean…Burnett’s okay, but…he’s not you.” Holiday arched a brow. “I hear he wasn’t even himself for a while there.” Miranda frowned. “He told you about the whole kangaroo thing, didn’t he.” “Yeah,” Holiday said, and her brows tightened. “And I must say, I’m very disappointed with you, Miranda” she reached out and gripped Miranda’s hand. “The next time you turn him into anything, do it when I’m here to enjoy it.” -Taken at Dusk – C.C. Hunter • It is hard eating a little kangaroo knob. – Karl Pilkington • It is in the national interest to have the Flying Kangaroo. It’s in the interests of our tourism industry. It’s in the interests of jobs here in Australia. – Anthony Albanese • It’s like trying to pin down a kangaroo on a trampoline. – Sid Waddell • Kofi Annan’s kangaroo court [is] a clear and present danger to the war on terror and to Americans fighting it all over the world. – Tom DeLay • Let me introduce myself. My name is, uh, Kangaroo… Kangaroo – Captain Kangaroo … I’m the keeper here of the Treasure House. – Bob Keeshan • Listen, Frank Zhang has moves. He’s probably gonna turn into a kangaroo and do some marsupial jujitsu on their ugly faces. – Rick Riordan • Look, in particular, at the people who, like you, are making average incomes for doing average jobs- bank vice presidents, insurance salesmen, auditors, secretaries of defense- and you’ll realie they all dress the same way, essentially the way the mannequins in the Sears menswear department dress. Now look at the real successes, the people who make a lot more money than you- Elton John, Captain Kangaroo, anybody from Saudi Arabia, Big Bird, and so on. They all dress funny- and they all succeed. – Dave Barry • My mother on her death bed told me, ‘Where the hell did that kangaroo come from!?’ – it just popped out of nowhere and punched her in the head and caused a cerebral hemorrhage, so I thought I’d move to a country where there were no kangaroos! – Colin Mochrie • Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! – Frank O’Hara • The chimpanzees in the zoos do it, Some courageous kangaroos do it Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. I’m sure giraffes on the sly do it, Even eagles as they fly do it, Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. – Cole Porter • There is nothing more delightful than to scoop up a wild joey in your arms and smell the wind and eucalyptus in the coats of the gentle kangaroo or the deep-earth smell of tiny wallabies. It is wonderful to see the trust in their eyes and the gradual realization that you mean them no harm. – Stella Reid • This is your court and you possess the force to celebrate the trial and convict me on the basis of your lists of accusations, the public one and the secret one, and you can dictate a sentence prepared by the political and security apparatuses that are behind this trial. But I too possess a will obtained from the justice of our cause and the determination of our people to reject any decision from this ‘kangaroo court’. – Ahmad Sa’adat • Two kangaroos were talking to each other, and one said, ‘I hope it doesn’t rain today. I hate it when the children play inside. – Henny Youngman • Until we do something about wild dogs, kangaroos competing for pasture, your fortunes in life aren’t gonna turn around. – Barry O’Sullivan • What will happen to the spirit of this ancient dreaming land without the great mobs of kangaroos bounding across the song lines, energizing the land? Will the sunset and dawn mourn the passing of the creatures who danced in their light? – Sue Arnold • When I went to Australia, I went shark diving. It was crazy. It was called ‘extreme’ shark diving because even though we were in cages, we literally could touch the sharks swimming by. They were huge and I’m terrified of sharks. Then I went to a wildlife park and held kangaroos. That was nice. – Taylor Lautner • When you come across with a problem in your life, do not always try to solve it; make a long jump like a kangaroo and continue your way! Sometimes problems must be leaped over without touching them! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Who will mourn the passing of our magnificent kangaroos? Who will remember how the bush once danced in rhythm with the thumping, jumping kangaroos who flew over fences their great tails drumming on the earth? Who will remember the big red male kangaroo lying in the desert sun, his coat almost indistinguishable from the red earth from which he came? – Sue Arnold • With kangaroos, you say ‘Sit!’ and they start boxing with you. They’re nuts! – Jerry O’Connell • Yeah, I think it’s an absolute disaster that Australia, the government, allowed kangaroo culling. – Steve Irwin • Your heart keeps jumping like a kangaroo, floating like an onion in a bowl of stew. – Fabian [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'i', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '4', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_i').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_i img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); );

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'o', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '4', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_o').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_o img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); );

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'u', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '4', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_u').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_u img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); );