#ff skewer

[randomnameless]

Looking at some post somewhere comparing UO to the FE series

"wow interesting! I can't wait to read it!"

Few seconds later

"so that's why UO is a closer game to the FE franchise than Engage bcs Engage BaD, but it doesn't reach the "depth" of Houses which I really love bcs every character had nuance and depth save for the evil lizard lady who is very BaD"

Damn guys, I finally understand what y'all were saying about some fans comparing their "Galvius did nothing wrong save for singing a Jpop song uwu" masterpiss to everything else in existence to praise it, while shitting on Engage for funsies.

[cxlxrx]

so I started a körangi ff a few months ago and idk I liked it but I also didn't continue it. Anyways I wanted to post a piece because it would be sad to just let the abandoned wip rot in my google docs. Enjoy ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Horangi was an untouchable coolness. He was wearing his sunglasses and mask with such a coolness only a model could do. Probably Horangi had been once a model before he came to KorTac? König didn't know but on the other hand he know nearly nothing about the other man. Horangi barley spoke and if he spoke it was for the sake of the mission. He was always quiet and distant, melted in a dark corner while meetings. König wished he could do the same. Just vanishing in the dark but that was impossible with his 6'10. Instead he tried to make himself as small as possible. It only caused him back pain and tensions between his shoulder blades.

Horangi was only 5'10 and a living invisible man. He already made Ghost concurrence, he just appear out of nowhere beside people and especially König nearly got a heart attack every fucking time Horangi did this.

Also this time. He sat in the last corner of the dining room, head down and shoulder slumped forward. König sat like a little (big) shrimp, his back already screaming in displeasure. He had pulled his masked down and tried to eat something. His stomach felt like it was closed and he had to force down the food. Normally he would eat in his room. Alone. But he tried to fight more against his social anxiety. Eating in front of people were the worst. Soap had offer to sit with him while eating, but König had just shook his head and had stared on the floor. If Soap sat with him he wouldn't be able to eat anything. Doesn't matter if Soap and he were good teammates (maybe friends even?).

Now he sat in the most hidden corner and tried to force down the food. At least his finger didn't tremble. Social anxiety sucked. He wanted to sit with his team mates. Wanted to make jokes with them, talk to them. But everytime he tried to speak with them outside of a mission a sharp spike of anxiety shot through his body. Let him unable to speak and then he got red all over his face. There was a reason why he always wore a casual face mask every time he was among people. A poor attempt to hide his red face, especially his cheeks.

"That's my seat", rumbled someone behind him and König flinched so hard that he dropped the fork. His heartbeat spiked up to an unhealthy rate. Horangi surrounded the table and placed his tray across from König, sitting down with the elegance of a tiger, didn't make a sound when he sat down. He wore his sunglasses and also a face mask. König felt like someone would choke him, his throat impossible tight. Heart hammering in his chest. His face instantly heated up. On top of all that he realized that he didn't had his mask on, still pulled down for eating. Immediately he pulled his face masked up with shakey hands.

"Didn't expect you here", Horangi said and pulled his sunglasses from his nose. He folded them carefully and laid them next to his tray, exactly between himself and König. König had already saw Horangis eyes but still everytime his eyes were stunning. His left eye sparked in a grey blue while his right eye shone in dark brown. With one smooth motion Horangi pulled down his mask, grabbing the fork with slim fingers (nothing in compare to König's clumsy big hands) and skewered a vegetable. Horangi had an extraordinary face, Heterochromia and a big scar on the left side of the corner of his mouth. Skin had been ripped away, only leaving a few visible molars. Imperfect perfection. Without looking up from the table he said, "You're staring." König froze and immediately lowered his eyes. Embarrassed washed over him in a cold wave, his hands started to sweat and he instantly feel exposed. "I-I'm s-sorry", he choked out and started to fiddle with his hands, rubbing little circles in his left hand palm with his right thumb. He pressed with such a forced it started to hurt a bit. König just wanted to vanish, be swallowed entirely by a black hole.

Horangi just shrugged and shoved a fork full of rice and vegtables in his mouth. "It's okay. Don't worry, I know how I look", he said quietly after swallowing. His voice deep and smooth. König suddenly felt sick, he didn't mean to make Horangi uncomfortable, to let the other man think he had been staring because he thought Horangi was ugly. He desperately wanted to explain himself but he didn't had the breath to form words. He hated himself so much. He just wanted to stand up and leave but if he stood up now Horangi would think that König would leave because he couldn't stand his face. Cold sweat spread across his neck. He was captured.

"Relax", Horangi said quietly, not looking at him, "It's okay. I'm not mad." König said nothing just stared at his plate. It was still full of food. He wasn't hungry anymore. Horangi looked up, fork loosely hanging in his left hand while he propped his chin on his right hand. "You still have a lot of food left", he said, "Why don't you eat?" Horangi made a soft noise, closely to a laugh, "Or does my look make you lose your appetite?" A new hot spike of anxiety shot up and König's stomach twisted hard.

He desperately wanted to say something, he felt dizzy and sick. He just wanted to leave. Horangi laughed quietly, "That was a joke, König." The pronunciation of his name was always oddly accurate, Horangi was the only one who could pronounce his name right in the KorTac Team.

König still rubbed little circles with brutal force in his hand palm. A Joke? He wanted to laugh showing that he had understand the social clue, instead his face twisted, still burning hot. "E-ein Witz?", he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Horangi tilted his head, an invisible question mark over his head. Shit, Fuck had he said it in German? His heart pounded so fast he was scared it would jump out of his chest, "Joke?", he chocked out. "Ah", Horangi said and smiled, a little tug on his right corner of the mouth, "Yes, it was a joke." König took a deep breath trying to calm himself, Horangi wasn't mad. König didn't do anything wrong. Everything was okay. He couldn't eat anymore, but Horangi wasn't mad. "Please eat something", Horangi said and pointed at König's plate. Still full of food. "I'm not hungry", König said quietly, his heart rate still unhealthy high and his hands uncomfortable sweaty. Horangi narrow his eyes, he knew König was lying.

"I-I've", König stuttered and made a lose gesture to the entrance of the dining room, "I've to go." He stood up with wobble knees, anxiety still high in his body. Horangi had his eyes fixed on him and that didn't help to lower his anxious mind carousel. "It was nice... talking to y-you", König said, voice barely audible. He picked up his tray, staring hardly on the floor. "Yeah, I've enjoyed our little conversation as well", Horangi said and chuckled. A new sharp pain of anxiety washed over König. Did Horangi laughed at him? He desperately tried to keep it together, his legs like pudding and hands shaking, an upcoming pressure behind his eyes. Scheiße. Abruptly he turned around and literally fled out of the canteen.

[jazzraft]

32, nyxnoct >:3 ♡

this and two other prompts have been sitting in my mailbox since march of last year, and I am so sorry about that! I know you won't mind that I deviated a bit here for the sake of general nyx propaganda. there's still hints of nyxnoct because I'm me, but I threw nods towards every other major nyx ship I could remember into this as well.

vote for nyx in this round of the most fuckable ff man! or just enjoy this silly nonsense as I continue to drag my ass out of my worst writer's block ever

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“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Nothing done for charity is ever dumb.”

Nyx rolled his eyes in response, trying so hard not to laugh at the prince’s pouting puffed cheeks. Noctis did not find it funny. Building barns for therapy chocobos was not a crusade he undertook lightly, and quite frankly? He knew his people. He knew that, if fluffy yellow chicks and dewy-eyed war veterans weren’t going to attract donations, than sex sure as hell would.

“I thought you were above this kind of exploitation, Your Highness,” Nyx said mildly, allowing himself to be pushed along.

“I’m not above anything for a good cause,” Noctis wheezed, leaning his weight into Nyx’s back as he all but shoved him in front of the cameras. “Those chocobos need houses and the veterans need rehab, so shut up and take off your shirt!”

“But you’ve already got volunteers!”

The whole tenth floor of the Citadel had been invaded by ring lights and photographers and drop sheets and clothes racks. Men and women from all of the Crown’s departments were shuffling about with half their clothes on, posing in front of cameras with a variety of different props. One man was drenched in way too much tanning oil, slipping into frame and trying for a smile that was too white on his orange face.

“Look at what I have to work with,” Noctis mumbled.

“He’s not so bad,” Nyx reasoned, appraising the man’s trim waist and broad chest.

“He’s greasy. And I don’t like his face. His eyes are small.”

“Wow, this calendar sure sounds judgmental.”

“This isn’t about him. This is about you, being a soldier, and therefore relatable, and also hot.” Noctis heaved the deliberately uncooperative glaive in front of an unoccupied drop sheet, punctuating every other word with the effort it took to get him in position. “Just think of your former brothers in arms,” Noctis said, gasping for breath. “Think of how their mental health could be significantly improved with some relaxing therapy riding.”

Nyx smirked, preparing an affected mockery for all of this being “in poor taste,” but Noctis stopped him before he could, planting his hands on either side of Nyx’s face.

“Yes, that. Hold that face while I find Prompto.”

“What face?” Nyx laughed, bemused.

“Don’t play coy… No, wait, do play coy! Do what you’re doing!”

Noctis could never really tell if Nyx was oblivious to his own sex appeal, or he knew damn well. Sometimes, he’d look at him with those innocent blue eyes and Noctis would think, “Oh, how cute, he has no idea.” Then, other times he’d pull that smirk, that devious little quirk of the lips that dimpled his cheek, softening the sturdy, scruffy line of his jaw. His eyes all of a sudden turned sharp, lids hooding and darkening the irises a stormy gray. The sly glint to them skewered Noctis in place, both terrified and attracted to the dangerous potential of that smirk.

Mercifully, the hallway doors banging open snapped him out of it. Unmercifully, it was Cor.

“Noct!” he thundered, zeroing in on the prince like a targeting missile. “When I said it was a no to the Crownsguard, a no to the Kingsglaive was also implied.”

“They are not the same things,” Noctis insisted. “You get to order one around, not the other. Drautos is cool with it.”

“Titus Drautos said yes to you pimping out the Kingsglaive for charity,” Cor said, dryly, not a question, pointedly not looking at Crowe Altius in a leather catsuit revving a fake motorcycle across the room.

“He encouraged me to use the Glaive’s greatest ass for good.”

“Asset.”

“So you agree!”

Cor sighed, witheringly, palm flat against his face. Why did reasoning with the Crown Prince always fall to him? Why did the word “reason” have absolutely no definition to the Caelum line of kings? He found out about this ridiculous affront to altruism through Regis when pressed on the prince’s schedule for the day.

“Oh, he’s just doing a sexy photoshoot for charity,” the King said over his morning tea, as flippantly as a comment on the weather. “I hear it’s going to be very tasteful.”

“Noct,” Cor said, presently. “It’s one thing to waste the Crownsguard’s resources, it’s another for you to – Ulric, put your clothes back on!”

Nyx blinked over at him, confused by the outrage, shirt halfway up his torso. He smiled, teeth peering from beneath his lips in a wolfish grin.

“What? If the Crownsguard thinks they’re above getting down and dirty to save a few innocent chocobos…”

“That’s not what I think.”

“And yet, I don’t see you stripping, Marshal.”

Nyx pulled off his shirt and Crowe whistled from across the room, “Yeah! Take it off!”

Cor wished this entire level of the Citadel would implode underneath him and take everyone else down with the rubble. Nyx rolled his neck, wheeled out his arm, and the whole room warmed up by ten degrees.

Miles of ochre flesh stretched before them, sun-bronzed and sculpted. A youth spent scaling canyons had honed those rippling abs, flexing casually with every breath. Straight shoulders, levied by decades of standing at attention, framed the wide planes of Nyx’s chest, no less devastating for the spidery scar bursting like bolts of lightning across his sternum. The thin line of ink around his arm strained as he worked his muscles awake – as if he were going into battle. Divots formed in his firm biceps as he moved, the ridges of his collarbone pulling out and in under taut golden skin.

“So, do I just stand here or…?”

Cor thwacked Noctis upside the head to knock him out of staring – as if he wasn’t doing the same. The Crown Prince sputtered something incoherent, then scuttled away to find Prompto. Of course Noct’s little blond cohort was roped into directing this nonsense. At least he had the good sense to look cowed once he was dragged in front of Cor.

“Oh, h-hey, Marshal!” Prompto greeted, sheepishly. “Don’t suppose you’re here to contribute.”

“I expected better from you.”

“Ignore him,” Noctis insisted upon seeing Prompto’s eyes go wide and watery. “Remember the chocobos. Nyx, sit on this!”

Noctis dragged an ornate divan into frame, his tiny body surprisingly strong when he was motivated. Nyx obliged the Crown Prince’s frenetic orders with that same roguish smirk, bouncing onto the plush blue cushions. Noctis scurried out of the way and gestured for Prompto to do his thing.

“Right, so, just relax,” Prompto told Nyx, fiddling with the camera set-up. “Lean your arm against there… okay, put your legs like… yeah, like that… Now, just look off to the side a little… Yeah, perfect!”

Prompto went on like that for a couple minutes, Nyx obediently following his lead. He sprawled across the divan like an ancient war general, casually awaiting news from the front or effortlessly issuing commands before he’d donned his armor for the day. He shuffled through a few expressions towards the invisible compatriot he was meant to be acting against.

Prompto would tell him to narrow his eyes as if he were displeased, his dark brows withering his whole demeanor with the barest crease of pretended annoyance. He’d ask him to run his fingers through his braids and open his mouth to yawn, as if the whole affair bored him - and the state of his undress was of no concern before his imaginary council. Nyx would lean his chin in his palm and wink at the camera sometimes, unprompted, and on reflex, Prompto would hit the shutter to capture the brazen flirtation.

“What else can I do for you?” Nyx eventually asked, after Prompto’s instructions had run as dry as his throat. “Any other way you want me?”

“U-Um… I don’t know,” he spluttered, rifling through the set of pictures so he didn’t have to make eye contact with the subject – instead just starting at the replication of his bare chest on film. “I think that’s enough, right guys?”

“What? Oh, sure,” Noctis said vacantly. (Cor remained mum.)

“It’s missing some spice,” said Ignis, startling all of them.

“How long have you been here?” Prompto squeaked in alarm.

“You asked me to be here. I’ve been catering all morning,” Ignis reminded him, dismissively – evidently it hadn’t been the first time. He glanced up at Nyx. “Try adding something that’s unique to you.”

“It sounds as if my presence bores you, Scientia,” Nyx laughed, wounded.

“Hardly,” Ignis said, and if Noctis didn’t know him better he would have missed the compliment hidden in that single, dry word. “What sets you apart from all the other glaives in attendance?”

Crowe was mussing up her long, brown tresses for the motorcycle shoot; Tredd was in a bath towel, face doused in shaving cream as he ponderously pretended to swipe it off with a razor; and Libertus was lifting a few of the volunteers’ kids off the floor by his biceps.

“I don’t know. I can do magic tricks?” Nyx offered, calling up a burst of flame to his palm.

The fire gave his skin a coppery glow, dancing shadows accentuating the even lines of his abdomen. The light deepened the links of muscle that built his chest and brightened the subtle tattoos marked upon them. It burned his silvery blue eyes into hammered steel, which shifted around the gathered audience expectantly.

“That’ll do,” Ignis said, matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses as he nudged Prompto into action.

From the next setting over, a shirtless Gladio snorted, “Show off,” as his artfully damp abs shined under the overhead lights. (“Eyes here, please,” his photographer advised, to which he quickly jerked back to attention.)

A few months later, all the way across the Cygillian Sea, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret received a parcel with Noctis’ diligent dog-based correspondence. She loved hearing about his passion projects, praying that one day she may contribute to them herself.

“What’s he up to this time, eh, Pryna?” she murmured, idly scratching the messenger behind the ears as she reviewed Noct’s notes.

He had provided a small, desktop copy of a calendar he’d organized for his chocobo charity, which he had only just been planning the last time he’d written. She laughed now, as he warned her of its contents – as if she were so naïve to human anatomy, given her doctoral discipline. Lucians she’d never met posed in scanty costumes across a variety of different scenes, smoldering out of the calendar in the name of veterans across the country.

She was particularly drawn to the August spread, where a mohawked stranger in leather pants and nothing else reclined upon a gothic divan, holding fire in his hand. He stared beyond the page with lowered eyelids, face pressed into his palm, one tattooed finger lining his temple in an affectation of profound thought. Given the dark dive of his smile and the knowing mischief in his eyes, what he could be thinking of left little to the imagination.

She was just about to start in on her response – warring with herself if she should ask after any models in particular – when from over her shoulder, a slithering voice inquired, “My, my, who is this handsome stranger?”

Ardyn Izunia leered unabashedly at the provocative photograph, which Luna smacked him in the face with as she screeched, “Get out of my room!”

The charity campaign was a huge success.

[ishaslife]

The Night of Tento-okuri

I wrote this FF because I was annoyed that we didn't see Hien once the Doman restoration was complete and I made Dango one day and thought up a story lel. May contain spoilers from 4.0 to 6.1

The Doman Enclave had finally finished reconstructing, it may not have been restored to its former glory but it was nonetheless a ray of hope for its citizens, who had long suffered under Garlean cruelty. It was the festival of Tento-okuri, Edana and the others had just released lanterns into the night sky, it was a sight to behold. The children and maidens giggled and gasped at the beauty of the lamps lighting up The One River, Edana too stared out to the skyline wondering how far they'll make it. The elderly watched quietly and shared glances at one another, most likely glad that the war was over and they had their home back, that their children and grandchildren will be safe long after they were gone knowing that it was now in good hands, the hands of their lost and returned Prince and Lord, Hien. He was not here this evening, most likely working as usual at the Kienkan. Edana wished that he'd rest every now and again. Hien had not taken a day away from his desk or his sword since the day he was instated as the lord and protector of Doma.

Hien thought of and did nothing else, that he cared for his people was no surprise to anyone but he hardly cared for himself and his own health, Edana wondered if part of him felt guilty about what happened to his homeland, if so, she wished he didn't. He was just a child, he had no control over what happened. That pressure of restoring his homeland must've burdened his mind and heart all his life. Children don't forget things like that so easily. She shook the thoughts out of her head and no sooner had she turned from the river to leave the gazebo when she heard distant hoots and chants of "He's here! He's here! Lord Hien is come!" and "The Prince has arrived, praise Lord Hien!" as well as "The Crimson Phoenix! The Phoenix of Doma!" also "All hail, Hien The Just! Hien The Just!" until that was all she heard, that name stuck it seemed, it deafened all others. 'Hien The Just' rather fitting I think, Edana thought. He was making his way through the crowd towards the gazebo, greeting people and blessing children, making a jape or two to make them laugh, she looked at him with a soft smile on her face and when he finally arrived, she came down from the gazebo and bowed towards him. It was a deep bow, reminiscent of the traditional greeting of the samurai. Hien was flabbergasted and said "My dear friend, please! We have stood beside one another on the battlefield, bested foes together and shared our food and drink. We have fought as equals and faced our enemies together, you do not bow to me or anyone. Please, stand tall beside me as you always have." cheers and applause went throughout the Garden and eventually everyone bowed to Hien and Edana. She was flushed as cheers of "All hail The Radiant Hero and The Just Lord!" and "Bless The Liberator and The Prince!" went through the crowd. She should've been used to it by now but she wasn't. She'd been called many things; Warrior of Light, Blessed of Hydaelyn, Hydaelyn's Chosen, Hero of Eorzea, Bringer of Light, Savior of Ishgard, Liberator of Ala Mhigo and the Eastern Front, and so on. 'The Radiant Hero' had now been added to the list. She was also once called 'Stealer of Pants' and she thought that was a bit strange but she paid it no mind.

Hien went on the inspect the Enclave with Ihase, Mitsuba and others who worked day and night restoring the place, Edana stayed back by The Ten Thousand Stalls which were illuminated by little fairy lights. There was delectable, mouth-watering food in each stall and on each table; little popsicles in the shapes of animals for the children, Sake for the adults, and steaming hot-pot with dumplings, meat skewers, steak, bowls and bowls of Oden, pancakes and tea, so so much tea. Edana was made to have a big feast of Miso Soup with Tofu and Fish Stew with a side of Buuz from The Azim Steppe, Takoyaki which was glazed with a stick brown sauce that was sweet and slightly tangy and Doman Tea to wash it all down. No matter how much she ate, food wouldn't stop appearing on her plate. By the time she was done, her stomach felt as if it were about to burst so she got up, snuck away from the festivities and went to the harbour for a walk.

The peaceful calm of the river filled the air, creating a serenity that enveloped her. In the distance, Edana could hear the sounds of celebration, but it was the gentle flow of the river that captivated her attention. She could no longer see the lanterns, only mountains, and clouds that slightly glowed from the faint light of dawn. She was just walking about when she heard a voice say "Ah, what do you think they'll call this age?" she was startled. Despite having great instincts, she was caught off guard, her fatigue must have taken over her. It was Hien and he smirked at her reaction, he found it amusing. Hien held two sticks of Dango in his hands and handed one over to Edana, saying "These were my favourite things to eat growing up, I'd often pester my mother or Gosetsu to get some for me and get upset when they wouldn't. Hmm, they bring back memories." He took a bite and so did Edana, they were soft and chewy with a hint of sweetness. They were covered with sticky brown syrup and had faint tastes of cherry blossoms and matcha. "they're delicious!" Edana exclaimed and Hien smiled at her. "Well, you haven't answered my question." "What question? Oh-" She suddenly remembered what he had asked and brought herself back to reality, she had become so captivated by the sweetness of the dessert that she forgot she was having a conversation with Hien.

"Well, they could always call it 'The Reign of Hien the Just' or 'The Hienic Period.' You are their lord after all and they adore you with all their hearts. And there's more like...'The Dawn of the Crimson Phoenix!'" She smiled at him but he only had a soft grin on his face. "Well, I think they'll call it... 'The Age of the Radiant Hero.'" Edana looked at him, puzzled, "I wouldn't be looking over this land and its peoples if it weren't for you my friend, you have given us the chance to hope for a future again and I will forever be in your debt." He finally finished. Hien was standing very close to her, looking into her eyes, and for a moment her heart even skipped a beat. She knew he was most likely being sincere as usual and he was but the way he looked at her... she couldn't help but blush a little. She shook her head and responded "Hien... I may have been credited with liberating this land but it wasn't me who brought it back on its feet. People can free slaves, and topple corrupted power but very few of them actually stick around to build their nation back up. I didn't stay after the war, not for long anyway but you did. It's true, I helped with the reconstruction but if it weren't for you, your determination, and sheer will to fight for and save your people, none of them would be here. They have faith in you and that's why they stay. I may be remembered as the liberator of Doma or 'The Radiant Hero' but you, Hien, you will always be remembered as 'Prince Hien the Just,' a man who stood for Doma when no one else would along with his trusted companions Yugiri and Gosetsu." Hien looked away, it was clear he felt a bit flustered, but he added "you should add your name there too" whilst chuckling and Edana giggled as well "but truly Edana, if there's anything I can do for you, please let me know." Edana moved around a bit, playfully and said "well... I suppose there is one thing you may do for me."

"Oh? And what is it? If it is within my reach, I shall be more than happy to fulfil this wish."

"You owe me rest! You are working all the time! Every time I visit Doma, you are stuck inside the Kienkan, working on maps, letters, and plans, or out in Yanxia! Take some rest, I know so many people count on you and the burden can be hard to bear but isn't that more of a reason to take some time away?!" Hien wore that smile, the smile where his eyes turned downward slightly and he looked embarrassed and flustered at the same time. "Yes yes, I promise!" he jokingly bowed to her, as if asking for forgiveness and they giggled. By this point, they had finished eating and Edana said "You should probably get back, they'll be missing you" but Hien protested, "Nay, I doubt it. You said so yourself, I'm always in the Kienkan, they won't mind if I'm away. Let them have their fun, I'd rather stay here with you." He was looking at her again, with a smug smile on his face and his eyes were soft. Edana was blushing red; gosh, this man knows exactly how to make a woman blush "well then, I suppose... we can stay a little while longer."

They sat by the port and looked at the water and then the sky. The lanterns had almost disappeared by now and the sun was like to rise soon.

[overwatchimagine]

oh my god bro im going to lose my mind if i see you fighting people on this again, GET RID OF THE WANT SOMETHING WRITTEN TAB. GET RID OF THE REQUESTS TAB. Everybody is asking for it and it will save both partied the troubles, theres no need to bitch at people about dates and "common sense" cause sometimes its really fucking unclear, like how youre making it. put somewhere on the page "Hey! Im not working on this anymore, feel free to read these but i dont take requests" and everything would just stop, youre making this heaps harder than it has to be, nobody cares if you admit youre wrong. just fix it dude. not everyone takes the time out of their days to skewer your whole page or look through the comment section, make it obvious. ffs

Bro, shut up.

What are you even talking about? No one is fighting anymore you just inserted yourself into a situation where there isn’t a problem anymore 😂

I didn’t ask for your opinion and I don’t want it. My blog, my rules. It’s actually so sad you took the time to write this whole paragraph, goddamn drama goblin.

[georjeez]

tumblrina All In thoughts/review/whatever

honestly wasn't expecting mjf/cole vs aussie open first. was pretty good

my brother wanted big show to kill jeff jarret (his theme song is still stuck in my head ffs)

hook vs jungle boy pretty good

my brother got mad at me cus I simulatenously chanted for joe and punk. I just think both wrestlers should have fun♥️ (I was in hysterics lord help me why does that man suffer so good-)

six man tag was great but I needed to piss so badly that I had to go then (sorry). tried to start a golden lovers chant but no one joined in 💔

FTR >>>>>>>>

stadium stampede was good but imma have to rewatch cus I could hardly see shit lmao. loved the part with the skewers and with sue

I can hardly remember the women's match icl but I was screaming and hollering when saraya won. 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

love sting and his stupid joker thing

was chanting like a madman for ospreay despite the fact idgaf about him or that match. I just wanted him to merk jericho lol

by the time the trios matched happened I lost focus cus I made a friend (that had the same name as me) and we kept calling billy gunn/the acclaimed "girly pop"

was honestly devastated when the mjf/cole match started cus it seemed so early. me and my newfound bestie kept saying NOO THEYRE BESTIES THEY CAN'T DO THIS 💔💔

anyway I had an amazing time but I'll definitely watch🏴‍☠️ the PPV to see it differently / with the commentary. also apparently it's gonna be shown on british TV for free next week which is cool (but I feel sorry for those here that paid for the PPV lol)

[jbird-the-manwich]

people need to not tell me what EVERYONE already knows. I knew it before y’all did. I know shit most people don’t. pay attention ffs.  come at me like an average you’ll get skewered by a legend hoes.

this is about the shitty ai anon btw. bitches don’t know I don’t even use chatgpt. comin in my inbox telling me the obvious. LIKE IM THEIR MOTHER!?!?!? 

[limbushusbandry]

see bus girl gets iit fuck yourself by th e way as if yo udont hate water too thuoghyoure actally a awter breed idlike to se eyou prance arofnd in mud all day see if your ehappy then. alsomy spellign is nunyafucking buisness miss"thre wthe keyboardo ff the table' look il maekitworssejusforyuo

-heathcliff

hey char bys girlie yuou want a skewer

yes. Charon loves you more than anything random hesthcliff

[missguomeiyun]

❆ VANCOUVER (ep45): Burrard & 1st meal in YVR @ Banana Leaf

Sorry guys. .. but I don’t have a hotel-front picture of the hotel DL & I stayed at. .. it’s called the Burrard.

Located at: 1100 Burrard St, Vancouver, BC V6Z 1Y7

After a loooooong time spent at the airport in Seattle & all the adventures with the boarding passes there, we made it to Vancouver & took the Skytrain from YVR airport to Yaletown-Roundhouse Station. After that, we walked a lengthy uphill walk with our luggage to this hotel. Check-in process was smooth & the staff was glad we made it. (They had in our file that we had canceled 1 night of our stay.) Our room was #220, which as you can see, is located at the end of a hallway.

The layout & structure of this hotel is interesting! Of course, we didn’t pick it for the design- we picked it based on location & pricing. But yeah.. you can’t tell from the outside but it’s basically a hollow place with an open courtyard/garden that sits on top of the parkade haha.

There are 4 levels, but I’m not sure if the main floor has any rooms. We didn’t explore but I’m guessing they would have a few? Maybe. Perhaps.

I’ve seen pictures of what this place looks like in the summer. It’s pretty cute! Like there’s a patio somewhere & some lounge space, & if you’re up for it, you can socialize with other hotel guests. It’s very ‘chill’ type of place. I don’t know why .. . I have never stayed at nor been to a dorm but it has dorm vibes. I think it might be the colour scheme, & the vertical bars that connect the floors. What do you think?

I’ll give the room tour another time bcos . .. we didn’t fully settle before we headed out again haha we were hungry!!

We walked along Davie Street to go to a restaurant I wanted to revisit.

This place!

Located at: 1043 Davie St, Vancouver, BC V6E 1M5

I first visited this place in 2015 with my bro-ff Eric & I fell in love with the laksa noodles haha I’ve been recommending this place to ppl coming to Vancouver & I’ve also brought my friends here (Susan & Brenda) in 2017 when we came for Taeyang’s concert. They have several locations in the downtown core so if you’re in downtown Vancouver, you’ll surely come across one of them.

Weird. .. advertising for another dining establishment.

At the entrance.

We arrived at a weird time like after 1pm so there was no one inside. (it was also weekday)

What are your thoughts on this design? haha the little skewers look Japanese vibe to me but the crescent looks kinda. .. Korean?

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The menu~ I knew what I was gonna order so this was mainly for DL.

They had some specials that we were interested in briefly but figured it might be too much food. Their menu is very extensive with many items!!

DL’s lamb curry - served with some veggies & a ball of rice.

I tried a little for the sake of trying but I was very. .. meh about it.

My laksa!!!

I’ll copy the description here (from their website): “ Coconut soup with rice noodles, dried shrimp, chili, garlic, lemongrass, turmeric, bean sprout, tofu, cilantro, egg, chicken, fish cake, squid shrimp.”

... the laksa again after I picked out the cilantro.

I love noodles soups but I find that this type of cuisine is lacking in Edmonton. The broth looks very rich & creamy but it’s actually not. I don’t wanna say it’s runny but it’s quite light yet flavourful. It’s slightly spicy, & VERY coconut-y. In case you were wondering, the noodle type is the thin rice vermicelli noodles. Altogether, .. YUM!

Talk to you in the next post as DL & I brave the slushy Vancouver weather in mid-February.. .

[innocentlittlebunny]

Laura was ready to skewer that Donald knock-off twink at the gas station trying to make her pay for the chips and sunglasses lmao Logan you're really experiencing fatherhood at its best.

Not Laura hurting herself :(((( I feel like both Donald and Logan do have secret self-harm issues (which is true with Logan confirming that he has a special bullet to khs) so for them to find out their daughter does it too must be so heartbreaking :(((

Can't believe they're watching Shane, I just watched that a couple nights ago with my bf what a coincidence also Logan be nice to your daughter challenge NOW

The fact that the henchmen hold open the door for Donald like he's a princess omg you know he's paying them with his own holes. Donald's like don't talk to me you F class bottom to the cashier; he hella mad another twink got Logan's attention instead of him.

Logan watching himself in the comics got me so soft yes be a hero to your daughter NOW.

Lmfao Charles is frying brains in here Donald's face is so funny I can almost feel how bad it is from my migraine 😅 Donnie boy was not ready lmfao the way he stumbles out of the truck like he's been gangbanged to pieces I love it

Didn't expect Charles to be the nagging disappointed mean father to Logan who's so tired of his shit especially now that he's a dad too but it's funny to see Laura clock the tension and act like the precious grandchild who doesn't understand why grandpa is so angry with daddy. That scene with Charles scolding Logan for cursing and Logan being like oh she can't hear a few naughty words but can eviscerate people and Charles being like she can be better and Logan asking "You mean better than me?" And Charles saying "Actually, yes." Man, this family has issues to the roof.

Delicious exposed shoulders and arms sweaty sun-kissed Donal that needs to be bred up by his beastly mate ✔

Laura likes horseys aw. Why do I feel like this nice family inviting them out for dinner was a big mistake..

Laura eating like a little savage and staring at that older boy and experiencing a family dinner is so cute they deserve all the domestic bliss. Logan is such a good son to Charles I wish he could see that too. Laura is so adorable it makes me squeallllll

Also Logan being a country dad fixing pipes helping rope in horses and looking mighty fine in his tank top is 👌 the country daddy to Donald's country mommy vibes. The way he kneed that gun in half got me dripppppin you know that would make Donald wet in his panties too.

Omfg the X24 reveal I was NOT ready for JESUS THAT GOT ME FUCKED UP AYAYAYAYAY

And yeah I knew that poor family would regret inviting them over sigh...

Logan looking at X24 like ME? THAT ME? THE WHA? THE HUH?

Also HELP LAURAAAA not Charles ffs. Why isn't X24 attacking Logan tho? He's just silently fuming at him but walks past.... that's weird.

Those farmers really should have stayed in their lanes oh well kinda had it coming m8

"He only listens to you doc 🙄" um not really how about you throw your pussy in the ring Donald then he'd be at your heel constantly.

I'm sorry Charles I'd care more about you dying if you were nicer to your son Logan 🤷‍♂️

Caliban went out like a G ngl but it's so funny how Donald's days are just clumsily surviving unfortunate events that take out like everyone else around him lol

Logan going ham on X24 was oddly satisfying too even though he was getting his shit wrecked 😂

Also Logan being ready to get killed and looking disappointed when the guy ran out of shots... rest your head on Donald's chest and suck on his tits and maybe you'll calm down.

Logan's driving is a bit questionable but it's very dad-like.

Dr Rice could calm X24 down with some drugs and perhaps ordering Donald over to give him some head too to which Donald would roll his eyes at but do as he's told.

Laura taking Logan's hand as he starts crying over Charles (the closest thing he has to a father) dying got me sobbing don't you dare pull your hand away logan let your daughter comfort you NOW I can't believe he'd rather wreck their car to deal with his emotions than be comforted lmao

LAURA CAN DRIVE???? SHES 11????

Logan being gobsmacked that Laura can talk MAN SHE'S BEEN SCREAMING CRYING YELLING THIS WHOLE TIME OF COURSE SHE CAN TALK

Lmfao Laura is a menace to her poor elderly sickly father this is hilarious 😂

Since I'm sick and can't go to work I'll finally watch Logan (2017) which I know I know I should have done sooner but come on. I'm just a lil guy. Anyway I'll try to live blog it so my mutual don't get copy pasted messages about it constantly but I'm still sick af so if im not coherent... I never was so here we go.

Also thank you so much @satoria98 for sending me a link of it to watch for free love you!!!

[cnnamono]

If Genshin Impact Characters were Master Attendants

+ their food souls are based on their respective special dishes 

Master Attendant: Amber, Food Soul: Steak from Food Fantasy

Master Attendant: Kaeya, Food soul: Skewer from Food Fantasy

Master Attendant: Venti, Partner in Crime: Remy from Ratatouille movie there’s no ratatouille from food fantasy aight skdfjkjdf and the movie is one of the best out there you should totally give it a try sjdfkjdf 

Master Attendant Xiao, Food Soul Almond Tofu here

[haohime]

For @kitemasu-san 💛

[blakeandaffairs]

Food Fantasy Monocolored Series 2/?

[ice-arena-meltdown]

Headcanon #10

Sandwich leads games of cards while everyone's on break at the restaurant.

What are they plying? I don't know. They change it up every so often, too, because that's the beauty of cards~

Sandwich loves teaching the others his favorite games, having people to play with, and being able to bond with the coworkers he's been serving alongside since his summoning.

Hawthorn Ball loves learning the ins and outs of the gameplay and strategy. She's catching on fast, but still approaches each game with wide-eyed enthusiasm. Similarly, Jiǔniàng is in the learning stages, though she's more reluctant to get into it. However, the shy yet deceptively-clever girl really blossoms as her skill, and in turn, confidence, grows.

Jello enjoys hanging out with work-friends, quickly becoming friend-friends, away from the pressures of an idol's life. Pudding plays too, as he fancies is his duty as her manager, but comes to find he genuinely enjoys playing, despite himself; it jives with his managerial, logical mentalscape.

Cheese is a good player, and she clearly has a lot of fun. Like, she's super theatric. Ah, yes, she sees your full house, but! Read it and weep!! Royal Flush!!! She and Takoyaki are similar, energy-wise, and often play off each other, but Takoyaki is far more into talking smack than the dramatic reveal.

Skewer is a cutthroat card-sharp, and unapologetically. She's here to win.

Ume Ochazuke spends half her time in Big Sister Mode, giving little tips to the littler or newer Food Souls as they're learning the ropes, and the other half playing like a shark, at players she sees as being able to take it, like Pudding and Skewer. Sometimes, with that sweet little grin, she's bend the rules, just to see if the others will catch her. Watching her is chaos. She's just having fun.

Rice doesn't play, really. She's fine watching, and ho boy is this a show.

Then, one day... Pancake comes in with three decks of Uno cards mixed together...

[art-geekm]

Day 3: Draw your restaurant staff

Occasionally I swap in Jello if one of the servers needs to go to the Ice Arena, but otherwise they all hardly change. Staff: Rice, Pancake, Pudding Chefs: Jiuniang, Hawthorne Ball Supervisor: Skewer  

Day 3/31

[souseisekiamazing]

hshdshnd I just realized you can drag photos to group them together on this thing im so dumb-

Hot lady, we love in this house. I’m also hella happy with the shading I did this time, though now that I look at the eyes they look kinda dum