#he likes the finer things in life and that includes good food and knowing how to make it

[waitineedaname]

regarding tags on your last rb: i feel like ling burns water when he tries to cook but can also make a not half bad basic meal. i feel like these concepts coexist in him

I COULD SEE THAT TBH. during the camping trip from hell, he absolutely ruins several soups and is permanently removed from cooking duty, but then they end up having access to a real kitchen and he somehow pulls together a halfway decent stir fry and everyone is stunned

[immoralimmortals]

that's fair! there isn't terribly much naruto daemon stuff, much less akatsuki

it's just fun if everyone had a companion and other people could see how you treated the "other half to your soul"

adds perspective? humanizes? or demonizes??

what are all or any of your akatsuki's favourite deserts? yes, including sasori or any of the others who are Less Than Human Now -- they used to eat them didn't they?

unless they don't like desserts, haha

itachi probably judge them a little lol

Yeah, I can see what you mean. Puts a new twist on putting your heart on your sleeve.

Desserts! I love desserts and trying new flavors of things.

Akatsuki member's take on desserts:

Pain/Nagato: Not a dessert man. I can't imagine him enjoying sweets very much, especially if he's been chronically deprived of the finer things in life due to his upbringing. He won't turn you down if you offer him a nice slice of cake, but don't take it personally if he doesn't finish it.

Konan: Same as Nagato but not as bad. She likes mild flavors for her sweets. It can't be bursting with sugar, nor can it be so fruity and tart it might make your mouth pucker. I bet she'd enjoy matcha flavored things, like mochi or taffy.

Zetsu: Frankly I do not entirely know what this man(s) thinks of regular human food. Your palette is a bit fucked up if cold bodies are your favorite taste. That being said, I think the funniest option is if he really likes ladyfingers for the pun alone.

Tobi/Obito: I know it's canon he likes dango. That probably gives a good idea of where we can take these headcanons. I think while he appreciates finer flavors, he's a sort of "I'll take what I can get" kind of guy, especially as his Tobi persona. As Obito, you'd have to catch him dead before he'll let it be known he has midnight snacks on the regular.

Hidan: Kind of hard to imagine liking sweets. I don't think he hates them, but he associates them with being childish. He'd eat out of boredom and nothing else.

Kakuzu: Earthy, tea or coffee or floral flavors. Rose turkish delight or tiramisu or dark chocolate dipped coffee beans. Maybe taro or ube flavored things. Desserts are a treat and not a necessity, and one he prefers to savor on his own. Do not invite this man to your ice cream social. He will not come.

Deidara: Fruit. Citrus and raspberries and mango and other such sharply flavored things. He'd love the shit out of watermelon or blue raspberry jolly ranchers. It has to be bold for him to enjoy it, which is a blessing if you're around overly processed American brand candy. I bet he'd like bomb pops, name not even involved in that. You KNOW he'd be obsessed with pop rocks. He'd put that shit on ice cream to make it less boring like how a dad takes out a packet of hot sauce "for more flavor".

Sasori: He doesn't eat, so I think he'd be entirely into the visual/artistic aspect of desserts. Macarons are a good example, he'd really enjoy the painstaking work involved with making them perfect. I think he'd also enjoy cake and chocolate sculptures, but much more to critique than to thoughtlessly admire. He would take no offense to using fondant, rice crispies, or wood planks to keep that art piece together. Edibility is not a factor. He and Deidara would gravely injure one another over this.

Kisame: I bet he really would like popsicles and boba tea. Strikes me as a cold dessert kind of guy, has to be something refreshing. I think honeydew would be a flavor he'd go towards, maybe coconut or lime. I'd take this man out to the boardwalk this summer for sure to split a drink or a stick.

Itachi: A gourmand. He can taste anything and know not only the ingredients but their rough (if not precise) ratio. He can analyze food like a DNA scanner can hair on an FBI tv show. You know he'd win any cooking competition involving guessing flavors. Gordon Ramsay would fall in love with this man. I know canonically it's dango, but I think the funniest favorite dessert for him would be the shitty near straight up powder sugar chocolates you can buy for Halloween.

[vasa-boattours]

HWS Switzerland headcanons

Multilingual by default. Also speaks the language of his business partners fluently.

Speaks extra thick Schwyzerdütsch with Gilbert, Ludwig, and Roderich just because he can. Gradually elevates difficulty levels to Berndütsch if they seem to slowly understand the previous levels of Schwytzerdütsch

A lot of Norse countries get credit for surviving harsh winters but he's equally tough. Surviving in a mountainy region with drastic winters is tough work.

Survivalist to the max. MacGuyver's himself through any rural environment.

Good with animals, especially more "difficult to handle" farm animals, like goats, cows, and donkeys. Trains his shepheard dogs perfectly. Doesn't like horses though. Not sturdy enough and too much maintenance. Adores his wildlife, especially vultures.

Usually he doesn't like talking more personally to people but will hold an entire lecture on vultures and their significance in the ecosystem when prompted.

Also trains avalanche-rescue dogs.

Crafty in many departments: Can make his own food (from wheat to bread, milking to tasty aged cheese, etc.), expert forager, knits comfiest socks, hats, and sweaters, excellent first aid skills, expert woodworker, understands the physics of technology in extreme weather conditions, knows how to handle animals (wild or domestic), can fix almost any machinery. For some reason believes that qualifies him to cut his own bangs.

A bit intense when organizing. He's always organized about every event: Winter, business, travel trips, party planning. But he gets irritated if others are lax in this department when they're trying to organize the same thing.

Likes the finer things in life. Everything he surrounds himself with is of good quality whereas not boisterous. It's all very tasteful.

Likes to eat well.

Still drives over the border to shop at the grocery stores of his neighbor countries because the prices are much lower. Still complains about the cheese quality though.

Can be surprisingly charming at first meetings. Treats people with reserved politeness, makes small, light hearted jokes. But he's extremely difficult to get close to on a personal level.

Even spontaneous meeting just to chat are already too familiar to him.

Not uninterested in others but enjoys being mostly by himself.

Actually can be very funny. It's mostly dry humor yet he has an unmatched timing. When he doesn't laugh at anyone else's jokes it's not for not getting them but because he purposefully wants to signal that he doesn't want to dignify that comment with a laugh.

Deadpan comments are politely formulated yet ice-cold.

Quiet interested in culture. Loves to go to art exhibits, museums, or watch movies. Even enjoys experimental stuff. Yet, if he doesn't like something he will tear it verbally to shreds for having wasted his time.

Uses many food metaphors without him noticing.

In modern days he has fun creating hip-hop-tracks. Nobody but him likes that.

Although he enjoys the refinery of urban environments, when he gets overwhelmed he retreats into the mountains to do craftswork, tend animals, and generally avoid human contact.

Terrific at any sport related to winter and mountains. Has to ski well by necessity although his first attempts at snowboarding were hilariously clumsy. Equally passionate about hockey and figure skating.

Hiking and mountain climbing are his summer time passions. Very convinced by his climbing skills, so he died on several occassions doing freestyle climbing. Stubbornly doesn't accept his failure though.

Many of his early deaths include death by avalanche, guessing what herb is edible or not, freezing to death, and getting in a wresting match with a billy goat once.

Interested in science as so far as it serves to better human living conditions in natural environments, or how to do things more practically. Loves riding the train to watch the panorama although not keen on Ludwig nerding out about trains.

If he had to choose, his favourite neighbour might be Francois (don't tell him that though).

Of course he's a pretentious schmuck about his chocolatier skills. Belgium and him have a silent rivalry about who's chocolate gets more praise.

Never leaves the house without a Swiss army knife.

[headcanons-n-shit]

good evening i have been allowed to Spin(tm) and that should never happen so here we go

Modern-ish au

Hancock is a weeb, yes, but he's a weeb with capital, business sense, and contacts, and thus he runs one of the most respectful little Doman goods shops you can find outside of Little Doma. Yes he's spent many a late night making sure his shit is authentic, yes he has to charge pretty big markups to barely make ends meet, yes his customers are mostly shitty students or the anime-obsessed, yes sometimes he wonders if this is even worth it or if he should just go back to trading stocks in Ul'dah.

But also the old Doman ladies who can't make the half-hour each way trip to Little Doma every week are absolutely charmed that he, an ijin, speaks perfect Doman, and he carries all the snacks they like, and he always wants to hear about their grandchildren or about the recent drama from mahjong night, and he always manages to get their festival foods and ingredients in on time (even if he has to pull extra hours and every time his suppliers cut it a little close). He's learning the Steppe tongue, slowly, from the Xaela pair that come in ever wednesday to make sure their children remember the taste of home, and he's finally figured out how to greet the odd veena in the language of the Skatay (although the finer sounds of Golmorian still escape him).

Even if it means he lives in a tiny little flat, even if it means near-sleepless nights spent looking for spare gil in the books to pay rent and pinching his pursestrings on his own groceries, this place gives him something Ul'dah never did:

a community.

A community that just so happens to include one Ash'a Amari.

Ash'a is a miqote, a Bozjan expat who spent his twenties and early thirties running refugees past Imperial lines to ships waiting to take them away to the relative safety of Eorzea, and Eorzean supplies to Bozjan resistance fighters on the front lines, until a single missed iud ended that career (and nearly ended his life).

Nowadays he's wheelchair-bound, working as a tattoo artist out of the tiny spot in the mall bc despite yugiri putting in a good word for him that's about the most the Thieves' Guild is willing to shell out for him. And that's alright. His legs might not work, but his hands are as steady as ever, and if the client is willing he hires some of the local kids to do art for him, and he does all of the thieves' ink for free, and if there's a little literal magic to his work, well. He's never had any complaints.

(and maybe, every now and then, once the lights are out and the shutters are closed, one of the thieves will slip in through the back door, and the bed where customers lay in the daytime will become an impromptu operating table, and Ash'a steady hands will save lives once again, and in the morning there will be oddly gruff faces cleaning The Waking Sands from top to bottom, but a bit of gil changes hands and no one questions a thing)

And the tension of the story doesn't come from the fact that the Thieves' Guild is currently having a problem with Imperial Assassins (not like Ash'a can do anything about it, really), or even that every time the store dips into the red Hancock nearly has a fucking heart attack trying to figure out how to make ends meet.

Nah, the plot comes from where it absolutely should in these kinds of stories:

nosey Doman grandmamas.

bc dearest Hinata, bless her heart, has been on Hancocks case for so. long. now. About how "having a lady around would make things so much easier on you, wouldn't it?" Extolling the virtues of her own (single) daughters, her friends' (single) daughters, the (single) daughters she knows adjacently from Little Doma. And Hancock, bless his heart, doesn't have it in him to tell this well-meaning woman that he is very, very gay.

And thankfully! He doesn't have to! bc Ash'a pops his head into the store one day around noon bc "the microwave in my back room broke and there's no way im eating these noodles cold, can I please use yours", and Hancock accepts eagerly bc he will take literally any out from yet another matchmaking session, and suddenly Hinata is connecting dots (she's not connecting shit).

The next time mahjong night comes around, she insists that Hancock should bring that "nice miqote lad from next door he's so fond of"

And it spins(tm) from there.

[gear-project]

Annon-Guy: With the Guilty Gear roster, who do you think would win a Cooking Competition (Yes, you can include Jam and Dizzy if you want 😉)? P.S. You ever heard of Cooking Fighter Hao (PS1) by Nippon Ichi Software? It's an action game they made before La Pucelle and Disgaea was even made.

A Guilty Gear-themed SHOKUGEKI!?

That sounds interesting!

Jam Kuradoberi would, of course, be the topmost competitor.

But you mustn't underestimate the likes of Venom, who not only bakes bread as his business, but is also an entirely capable sommelier (his wine knowledge is favored by Zato himself, who enjoys Sherry as a drink). Slayer also prefers Venom's tastes in quality cheeses as well.

Meanwhile there is Dizzy and her crafted and practiced skills as a housewife… Tea isn't the ONLY masterpiece she is capable of!

A surprising competitor would be Izuna… he has a taste for Tofu, but he knows good food, so his talents towards the culinary arts would be a worthy challenge to anyone!

Next up… Leo Whitefang… he knows German quisine like the back of his hand. King though he is, he understands the finer foods in life.

Another potential challenger would be Answer! When he isn't busy on the phone, he's also picking up nice spots to visit and eat great food from, so of course he'd know a good meal (and he never forgets good places to eat or recipes, either!)

And although he is simplistic, a rare breed of challenger would be Nagoriyuki! His extensive knowledge on Onigiri would probably shock many an aspiring cook!

Speaking of cooks… we can't forget Leap of the Jellyfish Pirates! Her gentle personality, massive frying pan, and warm smile aren't just for show. She's the fuel of the Jellyfish Crew! Her cooking would be incredibly worthy as a challenger!

A surprising addition to this Taste-Testing Tournament would be TESTAMENT! They've been trying new things lately… and Potatoes aren't the ONLY food they know how to handle! A scythe that can chop the finest meats and ingredients to boot!

From the youngest generation of chefs, we would be remiss to exclude Elphelt Valentine! While she is something of an oddball… she knows a thing or two about good-tasting food! So I wouldn't count her out of the competition!

So… who WOULD be the WINNER of this Duel?

That entirely depends on the quality of their cooking method and food taste!

[governmentofficial]

For a moment, Mycroft hesitated - not because he couldn't do it, but because he wasn't sure he should. Everybody always said that they wouldn't take offence, but he found that such a claim had a high probability of falling through if he actually responded with what had been asked of him. That was a problem. Not only had Mycroft promised to be on his best behaviour (and the 'pre-game' advice that Fish had given him had certainly included a reminder not to point out anything that people did not want to be said aloud), but he also found that he didn't want to cause offence with Isaac.

While that didn't sound unusual, it was for him. Usually, Mycroft couldn't care less what other people thought. They were inconsequential to him, so why should he bother considering their opinion? The fact that he wanted to both impress Isaac and ensure that he didn't put a step wrong while doing so spoke volumes about what a good impression the other had already made.

Hm. Well, perhaps he could make some observations, providing that he kept it simple. Nobody liked to know that somebody could see their darkest secrets, but simple deductions should be less of an issue, and Isaac had asked...

"Well, in addition to your dedication to your career, you're clearly an independent man who prefers his own company, resulting in a lack of relationships past useful acquaintances and those you know through work."

That was all easy enough to see that it barely required any thinking. If Isaac was publishing papers on topics that he was not actively working on, then he must be doing a lot of research in his spare time. A man like that would be highly unlikely to neglect a career as a doctor if the human body was, as he had claimed, something that he found fascinating - so, a dedication to his career. Mycroft knew first-hand how that affected one's friendships. When work, be that research or anything else, was the most important thing, relationships tended to suffer.

(A small part of Mycroft also hoped that Isaac was lacking in personal connections for the same reason that he was - that being, when you were incredibly smart, everybody else became so dull. That understanding was one that he found so rarely in other people.)

As for a lack of relationships, well, obviously that had to be the case because an intelligent doctor could, under most circumstances, have anybody he may want. Isaac was not already in a relationship - Mycroft could see that for himself, and, considering his stance on infidelity, he doubted his friend would have set him up with a taken man - ergo, they were not something that he regularly engaged with.

That, or there was something terribly wrong with him, and every relationship he embarked on fell apart without fail.

"And, you obviously enjoy your food, as well as your drink. You knew the wine from the label, and you ordered food that paired with it impeccably. Combined with multiple visits to a restaurant such as this, as well as your general appearance, your appreciation for the finer things in life is apparent."

Of course, there was nothing wrong with that. Mycroft was much the same.

"There is more, but I shouldn't say it. People do not tend to take kindly to these kinds of observations once they move past the very basics."

𝐌𝐘𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓 & 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 @governmentofficial

It was quite easy to pick up on Mycroft Holmes' emotions. The fact that Isaac had written a paper on a subject that was so dear to his heart was having a strong effect on him.

Of course, Isaac felt a little bit smug about it, but how could he not? It was rare for his scientific work to be the source of so much exhilaration in someone. Usually, really, all it took for him to seduce someone for one night, were his good looks and his status as a doctor. It was refreshing to see that it was his (vastly superior) intellect that was starting to pique his date's interest.

Apparently, the other was not only impressed but also eager to impress him in return as well. In a way, it was endearing. Like a mouse willingly walking into a trap. But of course, how could he know that exciting Dr. Soliman's curiosity was such a dangerous endeavor?

And his curiosity was certainly excited, now.

His eyes subtly observed the people Mycroft Holmes was describing. It was easy for Isaac to confirm his deductions. He could feel the man's nervousness, and in fact, this woman was indeed pregnant. But Isaac had the clear advantage of reading people's emotions. Unless his date was another Gray in disguise (which was more than unlikely, it was impossible), he had a very impressive set of skills.

One that could absolutely warrant a little trip on his examination table.

"I must say, Mycroft, this was an exceptional display," hummed Isaac, "You're full of surprises." A smile curved his lips, the reminder that this was, after all, a date. And perhaps he needed the reminder himself, now that his obsession had been fully triggered by Mycroft Holmes' demonstration.

"What about me? What can you see? I promise I won't take offense."