#((spicy balls of the meat kind))

[jademight]

Honestly slowly shifting Bruce to be a monster hunter / John Constantine-esque character rather than trying to make him a Clean Heroic Avenger should be the way to go but that’s just my two cents

#;ooc tag #no more 'rawr hulk is angry and he's wreaking havoc in nyc' #we as a society have moved past the need for that #bruce and hulk having fucky wucky gamma senses and investigating monsters and eldritch beings??? NOW THAT'S A SPICY MEAT-A-BALL BABY #thinking hulk is the scariest thing that goes bump in the night but no he is the Kind Gentle Giant thats protecting you from something FAR-- #--worse???? now THATS a spicy meat-a-ball #ok I'm off to clean my room and do some homework and gaming lmfao

[lionsongfr]

Warrior's Way Snacks

Now this year is the lore it was mentioned that “We’d especially like to thank Arvelle for her generous donation towards our food budget”, and in the pamphlet for Warrior’s Way itself it mentions that “Food is available to participating warriors at all times throughout the course of the event.” So that got me thinking, what kind of food would dragons and beastclans eat during such an event?

Unfortunately, Warrior’s Way is during the summer and the heat can stifle anyone’s appetite- leading to warrior’s struggling to have the energy and hydration necessary to fight. Larger meals most likely would be served in the early morning and after sunset, and battles probably would be held off during the hottest middle of the day. But warriors would also need small meals and snacks to sustain them throughout the day. So, what kind of snacks could they expect?

Live Hornworms- a staple insect for insectivores, this import from the Mire is high in water and can be gut-loaded with either Fire Flower (for magic boost), Redblood Sapper (iron for blood), or Greenpod Bloom (calcium for bones and muscles). They are contained in large barrels with a cooling charm upon them, keeping the insects less active and from perishing in the heat.

Pickle Platter- while our most of our dragons do not sweat (I think maybe Light, Earth, and Ice dragons do), there are beastclans who definitely sweat. And with sweat comes the craving for salt. Pickled foods are high in salt, curb sugar spikes, help blood clot, and can provide the necessary electrolytes to relieve muscle cramps. The most common pickled foods are Basilisk eggs, Dubious Cucumbers, Wild Onions, Zeeba/Rambra sausages, Noxious/Leopard Caterpillar, and Kelp Beds Mackerel. Occasionally, Blacktongue Pepper is added for a spicy kick!

Cold Lume Daffodil and Spearmint Tea- every Fire Flight forge has a pot of tea cooling nearby in a large clay pot for refreshment. While Fire dragons typically prefer Cindermint, the cooling and refreshing combo of Spearmint and Lume Daffodil is a blessing on a hot summer day.  Peppermint tea may also be used for creatures having nervous stomachs for their upcoming battles.

Blood Red Smoothie- to many a Wildclaw’s sorrow this does not actually have blood. This smoothie combines Spinach, Blood Acorn, Strawberries, Blood Spath, Goat milk, and ice into a frothy, highly caloric, and nutritious drink. Sometimes it is easier to drink all of one’s calories than eat them, especially when it is hot outside. (Plus the Spirals brought these cute curly straws to drink them with!)

Cold Cut Wraps-unlike bread, flat breads can be quickly made and can be easily sized per creature.  Creating a wrap with cold cuts of meat, vegetables, and condiments makes for an easy to carry and customizable snack for busy warriors. Some favored cuts are: honeyed Featherback ham, smoked teriyaki Rainbow Trout, roasted lemon pepper Woodland Turkey, and spicy Flameleg Millipede.

Energy bites- the Longnecks are known for their Berry and Nut trail bars and the Centaurs for their Ration Pouches, and dragons have their own Elk pemmican tins and Cricket protein bars. Energy bites are a variant on this idea, mixing granola with a fat (Goat yogurt, Sunflower butter, Elk fat, ground Mealworm), Sugarbee honey, and dried fruit (Blueberries, Raspberries, Mushrooms, Butcher’s Fig) into round balls. The bites are then cooled overnight and put into bags made from Sweet Potato Vine (which is also edible), which can be carried about the event.

Shrimp and Potash Gazpacho- served by the cup or by the gallon (Imperial sized), this is a chilled soup for the seafood lovers. The base of the soup is the tangy and sour Miniature Potash Peach along with Cucumbers, Golden Peppers, and Wild Onions. And then anything seafood can be added to it! Most common is sweet Jumbo Shrimp, Pastel Scallops, and feisty Blue Swimmer Crab.

#Flight rising #fr headcanon #lore #long post #food #Warrior's Way #feel free to add your own food concepts for the event! #my headcanon

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Something There (Chapter 5)

8.0k words

Roy Kent x Reader

Warnings: Language, some angsty talk about retirement, adults getting drunk, drunken spiciness🌶️🌶️🌶️

Author's Note: My fingers kept typing without me so this came out a bit longer than I intended. Also, I don't tend to write spice or smut, so hopefully this isn't too awful 🫣

And major thanks to @agentstarkid for the Broncos joke! 🩷🩷🩷

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Keeley Jones was persistent, I had to give her that. When she’d originally asked about helping me find a dress for the charity gala, I gave a little “Yeah, sure”, figuring she was just being polite. Instead, she hounded me until I set aside the Wednesday afternoon before the event so she could turn me into her personal Barbie doll. Lucas pouted when I asked him to take over training, complaining that he wanted to be there for my “Cinderella moment”, but he agreed once I promised to let him pick me up for the event so he could be the first to see the finished product.

As though she expected me to bail, Keeley marched out to the pitch at our appointed meeting time, promising to send Lucas lots of pictures as she pulled me off the field; my players, knowing where I was going, whistled and hollered boisterously, calling for me to “find something pretty!”

“Back to work!” I barked, unable to hide the grin on my face, pleased that they were comfortable enough to tease me.

We walked briskly through the building, with Keeley listing off all the stores she wanted to take me to, asking me about what colors I liked, and stalking through my Instagram to see what kinds of dresses I’d worn in the past. I was so immersed in looking over her shoulder and pointing out what I liked about certain outfits, I didn’t notice someone in my path until I’d crashed into them.

“Fuck, sorry,” I yelped, looking up.

Roy Kent raised those thick eyebrows at me as I took a step back. “Cutting training early?” There was an edge of teasing in his voice, an almost friendly tone.

“We’re going dress shopping,” Keeley announced, a Cheshire-cat grin on her face. “This one needs something for the gala.” She poked Roy in the chest coyly. “You’ll be there, right, Roy?”

He rolled his eyes. “Like I have a fucking choice,” he mumbled. He returned his gaze to me. “Your players ready to be auctioned off like pieces of meat?”

I shook my head. “Oh, we’re not doing that.”

“I’m sorry?” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“I told Rebecca that selling dates with women felt kind of gross.” I wrinkled my nose. “So, we’re sponsoring a silent auction instead. Season tickets, signed jerseys, that sort of thing. Some of the gals pitched in for things like trips and wine tastings. I even got some of your guys to sign things to auction off.” I couldn’t help but grin. “My personal favorite item is a ball signed by the 1991 U.S. women’s team. Had to call in a few favors for that one.”

To my surprise, Roy chuckled. “Does that include Brandi Chastain?”

I scoffed in surprise. It was the second time now that he’d shown off that he remembered my poster. “Why yes, it does.”

Keeley was watching us with far too much interest. “We should get going,” she hummed, tearing my attention away from Roy. She quirked an eyebrow at the gruff manager. “Roy,” she started slowly, her voice playful. “What do you think Bucky’d look sexy in?”

We both choked on her question. I gave her a wide-eyed stare. What the fuck, Keeley?

Roy, just as red-faced as I knew I was, seemed to be looking everywhere but my face. “What? Fuck, I dunno. Why the fuck would I know?”

“Just thought you’d have an opinion,” Keeley purred. “We’ll see you later.” She linked her arm through mine and tugged me onwards.

Unable to help myself, I glanced back at Roy, who was staring after us, mouth slightly open. When he saw me looking at him, he shook his head violently, as if trying to rid himself of whatever thoughts ran through his mind.

I wondered if he could see how deeply I was blushing.

“The fuck was that?” I hissed to Keeley as we made our way to the parking lot, where Keeley’s sleek little convertible was waiting for us.

She shrugged casually. “What? Just wanted a man’s opinion.”

I snorted as I climbed into Keeley’s car. “We don’t need a man’s opinion.”

“Babe,” Keeley said in a patient voice. “Number one, wanting a man to think you look good doesn’t make you a bad feminist, alright? Number two-” Her eyes lit up as she pulled out of the parking lot. “-don’t you think Roy’s mad fit?”

My face warmed. “What, do you think he is?” I wasn’t sure why the thought made something in my stomach twist.

“Oh of course. Roy’s gorgeous,” she giggled. “We used to date, actually.” She eyed me carefully, as if gauging my reaction to that piece of information; I did my best to keep a neutral face. “But we’re much better as friends, trust me. He’s actually one of my best friends now.”

“Oh.” Why couldn’t I say anything else?

Keeley continued. “He’s a great guy. Like, I could write a glowing letter of recommendation to any potential partner.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Anything you want to know?”

“Why would I want to know anything about Roy Kent as a boyfriend?” I scoffed, maybe a bit too much protest in my voice.

Keeley’s voice was suspiciously sweet. “Oh, no reason.”

~

“Hi, Coach Kent!” A few voices called as Roy strolled onto the pitch.

Roy gave a curt nod to the passing Whippets. They were nice women, very friendly, great athletes, got along well with his Greyhounds. But they giggled at him. Well, a couple of them did. Mostly Samara Scott and Kira Malone. Sometimes a few others. He wasn’t sure why, or even when it started, but when they crossed paths with him there were raised eyebrows and knowing smirks and whispers and giggles. It couldn’t be an “isn’t he cute?” thing; these ladies had no problem telling the Greyhounds to their faces when they thought the guys looked good, offering compliments the lads were more than happy to reciprocate.

No, it was as if the Whippets knew something. Or at least, they thought they did. Roy just couldn’t figure out what the fuck it was.

“Oi, Lucas.”

The assistant coach stopped mid-step to turn to Roy. “What’s up, Coach?”

Roy shuffled his feet as he watched the Whippets disappear into the building. “What’s up with your team?”

Lucas tilted his head. “How d’you mean?”

“They…” Roy felt stupid saying it out loud. “They always fucking giggle when they see me.” His face was warm with embarrassment.

“Oh.” Lucas laughed, adding to Roy’s frustration and curiosity. “No, you don’t want to know.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “Come on, man. I have an entire team snickering like children every time they see me. Fuck’s going on?”

Lucas gave a dry chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Well, I mean, it’s only a couple of them giggling,” he pointed out. “And, I mean, I dunno, not to stereotype, but you know how women can be. Mysterious and shit.”

“Lucas.” Roy’s voice was stern; it was obvious the man knew more than he was letting on.

“It’s because they can’t giggle at their own manager.” Coach Beard’s voice made Roy nearly leap out of his skin; when had he become so fucking jumpy? Beard went on. “So, they’re giggling at you instead.”

Roy’s frown deepened as the Greyhounds straggled onto the training pitch. “Right, but why? What the fuck is so damn funny?”

To everyone’s surprise, Nate spoke up. “Well, you know, some of the players… they think you and-and Coach Buck…”

“What about me and Coach Buck?” Roy felt himself beginning to fume, suspecting what direction this was headed in.

“The two of you want to shag,” Jamie chirped as he strolled by.

Roy reached out and grabbed the back of Jamie’s shirt, choking the striker a little as he yanked him backwards. “What the fuck did you just say?” Everyone except Beard looked nervous now.

Jamie cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt. “You and Coach Buck,” he blurted out. “Everyone thinks you fancy each other.”

“We. Don’t. Fucking. Fancy. Each. Other.” Roy growled out each word slowly, emphatically. “Can’t fucking stand each other, you all know that. So, knock this shit off. And tell the Whippets the same thing, alright?” He raised his voice. “Laps until you puke. GO! WHISTLE!”

Lucas cleared his throat as the Greyhounds began running. “Um, Coach Kent, can I go now?” He jerked his head towards the building. “Kind of got my own team to work with.”

He regretted speaking up when Roy whirled around on him. “She hates me, right?” Roy’s voice was low; he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to be right.

“Uhh…” Lucas squirmed. “I mean, she probably wouldn’t be sobbing uncontrollably at your funeral, but she probably won’t be the direct the cause of your death either.”

Roy wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer. “Right.” He blinked at Lucas, who offered up what he hoped was an innocent smile. “D’you think we should shag?”

“Gotta take me to dinner first, Coach.” Lucas nudged him and winked. He chuckled at Roy’s amused expression before turning to walk away. “See ya later.”

Roy shook his head. He wasn’t quite sure what the fuck everyone was on about, but he knew it was going to be all he could think about during training.

~

As we wandered through department stores, I realized that Keeley was very much in her element. Between her modeling and PR experiences, helping a friend find a flattering dress felt like something Keeley could do in her sleep. In the time it took me to find one dress I thought might look good on me, she had already grabbed about a dozen.

In our third store, Keeley declared she knew I’d find a dress here. I wasn’t so sure, but her confidence dared me to defy her. So, I hung up the dresses she had chosen in my fitting room and peeled off my sportwear in favor of sequins and lace and satin.

She demanded to see each dress, taking photos to send to Lucas, whose quick responses had me grumbling, “Who’s running my fucking practice?”

It was starting to get frustrating. I was attractive as hell; I knew I had what Keeley called a “bangin’ bod”, thanks to years of working out. And it wasn’t as if I’d never dressed up. I’d been to awards banquets and charity events, even the fucking White House. I liked dressing up and feeling pretty. But for some reason, this stupid gala had me scrutinizing every single dress I tried on.

“Here, babe, I’ve got one I think you’re going to love.” Keeley threw another dress over the door.

Wondering if I would ever find anything I genuinely liked, I tugged it on and took a tentative look in the mirror. Fuck.

“Keels, you should add personal shopper to your resumé,” I hollered, unable to contain my grin. I turned this way and that, amazed by the view. Black. Strapless. Plunging neckline. Tight. And a gorgeous thigh-high slit that perfectly straddled the line between tasteful and indecent.

When I stepped out of the fitting room, Keeley’s jaw practically hit the floor. “Oh, I am brilliant!” she squealed. “Give us a twirl, I’m gonna send Lucas a video.”

Feeling almost princess-like, I did as Keeley asked, blowing Lucas a kiss at the end. When Keeley showed me the video, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips.

“Wonder what Roy would think of this video,” she hummed, eyebrows raised.

My smile faded. “Why the fuck would you show Kent that video?”

She shrugged, her slender fingers tracing the exterior of her phone teasingly. “I won’t. I want him to get the full effect when he sees you walk through the doors on Saturday.” Her face softened. “He thinks you’re pretty,” she added.

“Does fucking not.” Could she hear my breath hitch?

“Well, I think he does,” she backtracked. “Pretty sure he has a crush on someone, and I’m pretty sure it’s you.” She grinned. “Could hardly keep his eyes off of you at your first match. Can’t really blame him, you looked gorgeous, all sexy and badass.” She gave me the onceover. “And when he sees you in this, well…” She winked at me. “Game over, coaches.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “If I tell you to fuck off, can we still grab dinner after this?”

“Oh absolutely, my treat,” she assured me, steering me back into the fitting room so I could change out of the dress. “But I’m definitely not fucking off about this.”

~

Roy frowned at the mirror. He hated the gala. Well, he liked the open bar and free food. He almost enjoyed the spectacle of watching his friends get auctioned off now that he was safe from the meat market. And he didn’t mind opening up his wallet to help underprivileged children. But fuck, he hated dressing up. The red carpet. The dancing. The well-to-do pricks who felt like he owed them his time just because they inherited their money or made it in the stock market or some other posh shit while he earned his by kicking around a football.

And now he hated the way he criticized his reflection and the way his mind wandered to her. What would she be wearing? Keeley had taken her shopping, so something stunning, no doubt. Not that she needed a dress to look gorgeous. His heart hammered in his chest just seeing her in her running shorts and sports bra after work. Maybe he’d actually have that heart attack Keeley had mentioned when he saw her at the gala.

And what would she think when she saw him? Roy thought he was still a good-looking guy. Sure, maybe a little gray here and there, and he hadn’t had defined a six pack in years, but he was still attractive. Women still liked him. And with his black suit and hair almost managed and beard freshly trimmed, he thought he looked pretty fucking good.

But why the fuck did he care if she thought so? What the fuck, Roy?

He spent the whole ride over to the venue trying to turn his focus to other things. Work. The auction. Yoga. Phoebe’s most recent school play. His upcoming dentist appointment. That phone call from Ted that he needed to return. That phone call from his mother that he would not return because she’d just ask him if he was seeing anyone lately.

But his stupid, stupid brain just kept wondering what she would be wearing and what she would think when she saw him.

As soon as the car stopped, Roy handed some cash to the driver and hopped out. Just like every year, there were the fucking paparazzi, lined up to take pictures and shout asinine questions at people who just wanted to get inside and grab a free drink.

He stood at the edge of the red carpet, watching Rebecca pose for photos, so much more poised and confident than she’d been her first time hosting the gala on her own. Roy felt a surge of pride as he observed his friend; he’d seen her grow so much over the past few years, and she’d helped him to grow as well. He hated the idea that he’d been disappointing her lately with his behavior. He promised himself he’d do better. Do things the Richmond way.

“Lookin’ good, Coach.” Jamie clapped a hand on Roy’s shoulder; behind him stood Dani, whose arm was wrapped around a dolled-up Whippet, and Colin, who held hands with Michael.

“Fellas,” Roy greeted with a curt nod. He warily eyed the red carpet, knowing he couldn’t avoid it for long, before his eyes wandered in the direction everyone was arriving from.

“Bucky’s not here yet,” the Whippet- Esme?- pipped up when she noticed his lingering stare towards the line of cars. “She texted me that she’s running a bit late.”

Roy narrowed his eyes at her. “Not sure why I need to know that,” he mumbled. Not wanting an answer to that, he turned around for his annual speedwalk down the red carpet, calling out various combinations of “fuck” and “no” and “you” to the reporters.

He was finally inside, safe from the reporters, but not safe from the knowing looks of his friends and colleagues. Against his better judgement, he approached Keeley at the bar, who greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t you look lovely,” she murmured, giving Roy the once-over and straightening his tie. When he rolled his eyes and grumbled nonsense under his breath, she shook her head. “No, really, Roy. You look quite handsome.”

“Thanks,” he managed. He quickly gave a drink order to the bartender, then leaned against the bar, watching as people wandered in, everyone dressed to the nines. He had just turned to grab his drink when he saw Keeley perk up.

“Lucas! Bucky! Over here!” She waved towards the entrance.

Roy bit back an annoyed groan, then turned around and bit back a definitely-not-annoyed groan.

Fuck.

Arm in arm with Lucas, the Whippet’s manager strolled towards the bar. And, probably to no one’s surprise, she was fucking gorgeous. Hair down and wavy and framing her face angelically, looking better than any model Roy’d ever dated, lips red and so fucking kissable, she was wearing the hell out of a black dress that- for a brief moment- Roy thought would look damn good on his bedroom floor.

What the fuck?

Roy turned his attention to chugging his drink as fast as he could, hoping the answer to what was wrong with him was at the bottom of the glass. He found no answers there, but at least he was able to stop himself from ogling the beautiful manager as she approached.

“Babes, I told you that dress would be perfect!” he heard Keeley gush as she hugged the American. “And you, Lucas, very dapper.” She elbowed Roy, urging him to face the Whippets’ coaches. “Don’t they look great Roy?”

He finally had to force himself to look at her. She gazed up at him expectantly, her red, red lips slightly parted, eyes a little wider than he was used to seeing. Roy ignored the annoying feeling that they were being watched by more than just Keeley and Lucas.

“Coach Kent,” she greeted shortly. Her eyes searched his, as if she were asking him to take the lead and set the tone for their interaction.

“You… look… nice,” he managed, wondering if she could see his eyes straining to avoid trailing down her figure, the way he often let them wander during their silent evening runs on the treadmills.

She nodded. “You too,” she replied, fingers fidgeting on her clutch. “I, um, like your suit.”

Roy unconsciously licked his lips. “Thanks. I like your…” Fuck, he just noticed the slit. “Dress,” he finally blurted.

Her shy smile was almost enough to make Roy squirm. “Thanks.” She cleared her throat and patted Lucas’s arm. “Let’s go check out the silent auction before we sit down.” Her eyes returned to Roy. “See you guys later.”

In spite of himself, Roy watched her walk away, letting himself appreciate the way her dress hugged her figure as she walked. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten Keeley was leering at him.

“Oi, Kent,” she teased, nudging his shoulder with hers. “Pick your damn jaw off the floor.”

He brought his hand to his chin, realizing his mouth was indeed agape.

Fuck.

~

Fuck Roy Kent for looking so fucking good, I thought as Lucas and I perused the silent auction. It didn’t take a psychic to know he’d be in all black, but I hadn’t expected my knees to actually go weak at the sight of the man. I tried to tell myself it was because I was nervous that he’d start an argument about the silent auction or something, but deep down I knew it was because the stupid, feral part of my brain wanted to tug Roy by his black tie and take him straight to my apartment.

“See anything you like?” Lucas hummed, shooting me a not-so-sly wink when he caught me glancing over mt shoulder.

I gave a casual little shrug. “The 1991 ball is pretty awesome,” I murmured coolly. “Might put down a bid.”

Lucas elbowed me sharply. “You sure you wouldn’t rather bid on R-”

“Luke,” I warned in my most dangerously low voice, giving his tie a tug. “I will grab one of those butter knives and cut your tongue out if you finish that sentence.”

“So violent,” he tsked. “The two of you really are a match made him heaven.”

Before I could make another threat, Rebecca hurried over and wrapped me in a hug. “You came!”

“Of course,” I laughed, squeezing her back before letting go. “It’s in my contract.”

She winked at me. “You’re damn right it is.” She gave Lucas a quick kiss on the cheek. “You two look great. Americans clean up very well, apparently.” Her gaze lingered over the silent auction tables. “Excellent job with this, by the way. I took a quick peek, there’s already some big bids being put down.” She laid a hand on my arm, giving me a squeeze. “I’m very proud of you.”

And I knew she didn’t just mean the auction.

“Now then, you two are at table nine.” She gestured towards the tables, where people were beginning to settle for dinner. “You, me, Keeley, and all the coaches.”

“All the coaches,” I echoed, forcing a tight smile. “Of course.”

When we approached the table, I tried to make a beeline for the open seat next to Coach Beard, but Lucas immediately engaged Beard in conversation and stole the seat. That left just the spot on Lucas’s other side- next to Roy.

It was like everyone at Nelson Road had conspired to force Roy Kent and me into close proximity.

He gave me a curt nod as I sat beside him. “You decide who I have to dance with yet?”

Oh. Right. My team had won the charity game; I got to pick someone for Roy to dance with during the gala. I hadn’t even given it a single thought, assuming he wouldn’t bring it up and hold himself to our bet.

“Still thinking on it,” I answered. “Any requests?”

He gestured towards a nearby table, where an older woman was blowing kisses to a perturbed Jamie. “Not that old bird,” he hissed. “Won me in the auction one year. Had to go on a date with her, and it was the worst night of my fucking life.”

I couldn’t help myself. “You shag her?”

To my amazement, a smile appeared on his face. “Look at you, speaking our English. Maybe there is hope for you Yanks after all.”

I ignored the butterflies that appeared in my stomach. “But if I pick her,” I clarified slowly, “you will dance with her?”

His glare was playful. “Now, why would you go and ruin all our progress? We almost tolerate each other now. If we were any friendlier, Rebecca’d give us a fucking raise.”

Dinner was surprisingly painless and unsurprisingly delicious. I found myself actually enjoying chatting with Roy Kent. He pointed out the rich people at other tables and told Lucas and me horror stories about some of the auction dates he’d gone on.

“Oi, Coach Buck.” Jamie Tartt knelt down next to me, wearing a very stylish suit and a serious expression.

“Hi Jamie,” I greeted. “You look nice.”

He nodded. “I know.” He glanced up at Roy, who was rolling his eyes, before turning back to me. “Wanted to ask… How well d’you know your players?”

“Um, pretty well, I guess.” I frowned. “Why?”

His pretty face turned shy. “I was wondering about Kira. Is she… a Denver Broncos fan?”

My frown deepened. I knew Kira better than most of the Whippets; she’d played for me for one season before coming to England and playing for Arsenal for a couple of years. I wracked my brain for this random piece of trivia that was apparently very important, according to the look on Jamie’s face. “Well,” I started slowly. “She grew up near Pittsburgh, so she probably likes the Steelers. Don’t quote me on that, though.”

Jamie cocked his head, eyebrows furrowed. “The fuck does that mean?”

Roy rolled his eyes. “He’s not asking about football,” he muttered. “He wants to know if she likes men.”

“Oh.” I turned to Jamie. “Yeah, Kira’s into men.”

The beaming smile on Jamie’s face was infectious. “Mint. Thanks, Coaches.” He planted a sweet kiss on my cheek, then turned to Roy, eyebrow quirked teasingly.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Roy growled.

With a “Right, right,” Jamie practically skipped back table six, where he scooted his chair a smidge closer to Kira Malone’s; the pleasure on her face was visible even from where we sat.

“What the hell was with the Denver Broncos crap?” I asked Roy.

He shrugged. “Lasso shit,” he mumbled. “You’re better off not knowing, trust me.”

Surprisingly, I did trust him. “Alright, I know who you’re dancing with.”

Roy grimaced. “It’s the pervy old woman, innit?”

“Nope.” I pointed to table six. “Jamie Tartt.”

His laughter brought a deep blush to my cheeks. “You’re fucking vile.”

~

This had to be Roy’s favorite thing about being a coach. Sure, it was a gift to get to still be close to the game he loved so much. And yeah, helping players grow and become their best selves was fulfilling and shit.

But fuck, he loved getting to watch the auction and not be one of the prizes.

He whooped and hollered along with everyone else as each Greyhound took the stage, enjoying the alternating horror and delight on their faces when they saw the people who’d won them. There was something very sweet about witnessing Colin’s surprised expression when Michael won him, and he couldn’t resist adding to the particularly flirtatious hollers when Kira Malone placed an unsuccessful bid on Jamie Tartt.

Once Rebecca declared the auction a success and reminded everyone about the silent auction that would be continuing throughout the evening, people began moving to the dance floor. Good on his promise, and without prompting, Roy grabbed Jamie Tartt by the back of his shirt and dragged him away from Kira Malone, determined to get this over with.

Even above the music, Roy could hear a familiar laugh as he swayed to a fast song with Jamie, who, after his initial confusion, danced with genuine enthusiasm. Even Roy couldn’t resist cracking a smile when his former teammate asked Roy to give him a twirl- which, to everyone’s surprise, Roy obliged.

Once the song ended, the two men shook hands warmly, and Roy sent Jamie on his way to go ask Kira Malone for a dance.

Roy found Coach Bucky at the bar, sipping a drink. “Satisfied?” he asked.

“Extremely.” He tried not to focus too much on the way her lips looked wrapped around the little black straw.

“Good.” He stood next to her, leaning against the bar. “Can’t believe your team got out of the live auction. Such a double standard.” He hoped she could hear the teasing in his voice.

Her chuckle told him she did. “Well, when my girls make as much money as your boys, then we can talk about double standards.”

Roy shrugged. “That’s fair.” The two of them stood there, side-by-side, watching their players mingle and drink and dance. Roy wondered if she was also remembering that night at the club, the night that set the tone for all of their interactions. He felt kind of stupid when he remembered it; he should have been polite and asked her to dance. Things could be so different.

“Babes, come dance with us!” Before Roy could get the courage to do it himself, Keeley had come over and grabbed the American by the hand.

She turned and placed her empty glass in Roy’s hand. “That better be full when I get back,” she called over her shoulder as Keeley dragged her off.

She was coming back.

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but Roy found himself unable to keep his eyes off of her. The way she smiled, the way her hips moved, the way she looked in that dress. He let his mind wander to places he’d been avoiding since that first day in the changing room. Wondering what it’d be like to kiss those red lips, to have her arms wrapped around him, to see her in his bed. He liked those thoughts, despite what he’d spent months telling himself. He really liked them.

Not sure what to do with those thoughts, Roy distracted himself by pulling Beard over and chatting about nothing in particular, not really caring that his assistant coach could see his wandering eyes.

As the night wore on, she did eventually return, a few times actually, and Roy had a fresh drink ready for her each time. She’d stand by him and sip her drink, they’d talk about mundane things like the songs that played or the Greyhounds and Whippets that danced together, and they’d both wonder if the other could feel the tension between them that grew with each round of drinks they shared.

Late into the night, Keeley approached the managers, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Hey, you two,” she greeted carefully. “I’ve got a killer idea.”

Roy eyed her warily. “What?”

“Rebecca and I thought it’d be cute if our two managers shared a dance. Nice little photo op.” When she saw their faces sour, her voice turned stern. “Especially since they completely and totally owe me one.”

Right. They’d ruined her photoshoot.

“Fucking fine,” Roy muttered, as if the idea didn’t make his heartrate quicken. He downed his drink and slammed the glass on the bar, almost hard enough to break it. He held out his hand to the manager, whose sudden doe-eyes made his mouth go dry. “Let’s go.”

To his surprise, she didn’t protest or make a snarky comment. Not even a playful one. Instead, she took his hand and followed him to the dance floor; he wondered if her fingers also tingled the moment their hands touched.

Roy wasn’t sure if the fact that it was a slow song made things better or worse. But he did kind of like the way her hands rested at the nape of his neck, and he didn’t entirely hate the way her lower back felt under his hesitant grip. And he didn’t mind too much when she took his left hand in her right, holding them close to his hammering heart.

Three minutes. It was three minutes of her body pressed close to his, of letting himself stare at her and not caring that she or anyone else could see, three minutes of wondering what was going through her mind and hoping it was the same kinds of things he was thinking.

And those three minutes ended entirely too soon.

“What time is it?” she murmured absently. Seemingly without hesitation, she grabbed his wrist and held it up so she could see his watch.

“Scared your carriage’ll turn back into a pumpkin?” he teased, his mind begging her to stay so Keeley could force them to continue dancing.

She shrugged, eyebrows raised. “Dunno. Was kind of thinking of calling it a night.” After the longest three seconds of Roy’s life, she added, “What about you?”

He nodded. “I mean, the guys call me grandad for a reason,” he joked. “It’s way past my bedtime.” He gulped. “Should we share a taxi?”

~

The ride to Roy’s house was surprisingly short. He probably didn’t even need to take a cab and most likely could have walked home. But part of me- probably the drunk part- felt glad he did.

When the car pulled up to his house, he gripped the door, then hesitated. His eyes bore into mine as he said the last thing I ever thought Roy Kent would say to me: “Want to come in for a drink?”

I was pretty sure I surprised both of us when I offered up a small “Yeah.”

He paid the driver, helped me out of the car, and laid his hand on my back as we walked up to his front door. It dawned on me that, aside from our silent after-work runs in the weight room, this was the first time we’d ever been alone together.

Not a big deal, I told myself. Just two colleagues sharing a drink. Late at night. Looking really fucking attractive.

A few months ago, I would have expected his house to have a bunch of upside-down crosses and a few coffins and skulls lying about. Instead, I found his house to be almost… cozy? There were photos of his sister and niece, a couple of plants, even a record player in one corner with vinyls stacked next to it.

Maybe he really deserved the “grandad” nickname.

I settled myself on the couch, placing my clutch on the coffee table that held far too many books to be tidy, but not enough to look cluttered. Roy disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen and immediately popped his head back in.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” he said softly, an embarrassed grin on his lips. “I invited you for a drink, but all I’ve got is a fridge full of beer, half a bottle of tequila, and a brand-new bottle of scotch. Apparently, I am a shit host.”

“Scotch sounds good,” I assured him, for some reason unwilling to give him any excuse to send me home.

His smile told me he wasn’t going to. “Scotch then.” He nodded towards the record player. “You could put something on if you want,” he offered before disappearing again.

Feeling amused and curious, I went over and began perusing his record collection. It was a mix of old and new albums, all kinds of genres, some pretty surprising. I was looking at the back of one when Roy returned, holding two glasses.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Sam Cooke?”

He nodded as he sat down. “My grandad was a fan,” he explained. “That one was his, actually.”

With a small hum, I put the record on, the music immediately reminding me of my own grandparents. “Were you and your grandfather close?” I asked as I joined him on the couch, taking the glass he offered me.

“Very.” He took a sip of his drink. “You were close to yours, right? You mentioned him in your first press conference. Gave you your nickname.”

He remembered. “He was my best friend,” I murmured, leaning back into the couch. “Loved soccer and wanted me to love it too.” I let my finger trace the rim of my glass. “Saw me go to the Olympics. Didn’t see me become a coach.”

Roy studied me carefully as I took a drink. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

He hesitated, as if trying to figure out how to phrase it. “Why the fuck are you retired? You don’t have my excuse of being old as shit. Fucking Rapinoe’s barely retiring, and I know for a fact she’s older than you.”

A dry chuckle escaped my lips, amused at his less than gentle phrasing. “I love soccer more than breathing. What d’you think would keep me from playing until I die?”

“You got hurt.” Not a question.

“I got hurt,” I confirmed. “Took a really bad tackle in an international friendly. Fucked my ankle.” I stuck out my chin, refusing to look pitiful in front of anyone, let alone Roy Kent. “They told me that with surgery and rehab and a lot of work I could play again, but I would never be the same. Eventually playing would destroy me, and I’d make it worse and fall into that ugly cycle of injury and rehab and becoming more and more useless on the field. And I refused to keep playing and keep getting hurt and becoming an easy target for commentators. So, I retired and became a coach. Stayed useful. Did it on my terms.”

Roy let out a sharp breath. “Fuck. Well, you’re less stubborn than me, I guess. I fell into that fucking cycle and kept playing and let myself become a fucking joke because I was too fucking proud to retire with dignity.”

I shook my head. “I was just a different kind of stubborn. Refused to play if I wasn’t at my best. Gave up the one thing I ever truly loved because I couldn’t do it my way.”

“We’re just a couple of stubborn pricks then,” Roy declared, lifting his drink.

I tapped my glass to his with a clink. “I don’t think anyone at Richmond would fight us on that.”

“Even if they did, we’d argue with them.”

“Definitely.”

We sat in silence, staring at our drinks, clearly not sure how to speak to one another for this long without shouting.

He finally opened his mouth. “D’you ever miss it?” His voice was softer than I’d ever heard it.

I nodded solemnly. “More than anything. You?”

“More than I miss being able to walk up the stairs without having to take a break,” he joked, clearly trying to avoid the heavy direction we were heading in. Noticing our now empty glasses, he silently picked them up and carried them to the kitchen. “Oi,” he called. “I have a fucking awful question for you. Whatever we say doesn’t leave this house, alright?”

“Can’t have anyone figure out we’re capable of getting along,” I teased. “We couldn’t get away with our screaming matches anymore.”

His smirk was wide when he returned. “Exactly.” He handed over my drink and resumed his seat, his serious expression returning. “D’you… ever hate your players? Because they get to keep playing and you… don’t?”

Fuck. I’d never heard anyone voice the bitterness I silently felt so perfectly before. “It’s awful,” I admitted. “Because I adore them. And I’m so fucking proud of them. But sometimes I feel so envious, y’know?” I blinked, refusing to cry in front of Roy Kent. “It’s like time keeps moving and I’m just frozen. It’s so damn hard to go from the top of the world, being the fucking champion of the world, to sitting on the sideline, watching other people live your dream. Faking smiles when all you want to do is fade into oblivion.”

“But you just can’t fucking stay away from the game,” Roy murmured, reading my mind. “It’s like a first love. You can never quite get over it.” He sighed heavily. “So, we linger, we stick around, and we figure out some way to be useful, even if it kills us.”

“And when it does kill us,” I added, “they’ll just keep dribbling around us.”

His dark laugh eased the pain this conversation held. “Oi, I promise to move you out of the way. Give you some fucking dignity. Promise you’ll do the same for me?”

I smirked at him, determined to help him lighten things up. “Dunno if you’ll be able to move my body. I hear your knees are shit.”

“Fuck you,” he replied, the expression on his face telling me that, for once, he didn’t really mean it. “Alright, another question.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Do you miss, I dunno, being the hot young thing?”

Doing my best Roy Kent impression, I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fuck you,” I repeated. “I’m younger than you, Kent. And I have it on good authority that I’m still pretty hot.” My expression naturally softened when I saw the laughter in his eyes. “But I know what you mean. Everyone wants the cute young athlete, no one wants the exhausted manager. A lot less options when you’re not the shiny new thing anymore.”

“Well,” he started slowly, “you are the shiny new thing at Richmond.”

I gave a little hum. “Not with the other Whippets around,” I pointed out. “I noticed Jamie Tartt and Dani Rojas started poking around my office a lot less once my girls arrived.”

Roy studied me carefully for a moment. “Do you… want their attention?”

I nearly choked on my drink. “Fuck no,” I laughed. “I might still be young, but I’m old enough to not want to date guys like that. Not that I don’t think they’re sweet,” I quickly added. “That’s just… not what I’m looking for anymore.”

The silence returned. Something in the way he looked at me had me blurting out the first thing that popped into my head.

“Keeley mentioned that, um, the two of you used to date?”

After a moment of shock, he nodded. “Oh. Yeah. For a bit.” He took a long drink. “That’s all completely over. We’re good friends now, but neither of us want to go down that road again.” He paused before continuing. “Not that it was a bad relationship. It was great, actually. We just grew apart. And we’re honestly much better as friends.”

“Oh.��� Just like when Keeley talked about it, I couldn’t figure out what to say. Or why I was so interested.

“And we’ve both moved on,” he continued, as if he was trying to convince me. “She’s had a couple of relationships since, and I…” He looked at me carefully, watching me take a drink of my scotch. “I’ve moved on,” he repeated.

I crossed my legs, not sure if it was me or the alcohol that purposely did so in a way that took full advantage of the slit in my dress. “Well, that’s nice. That you two remained friends, I mean.”

“Yeah.” His eyes were on my exposed leg. “Friends.”

“I would say we’re on our way to almost being friends, wouldn’t you?”

He grunted in response. “Maybe.” He turned his body to face me, something heated in his eyes. “D’you need some more scotch?”

I smiled at him and mirrored his posture, reveling in the closeness it provided. “Not sure I should keep you up any longer. Bedtime, remember?”

“I don’t really have a bedtime,” he admitted with a laugh. “Just wanted to get the fuck out of there.” He paused, letting his hand drop down onto the back of the couch so his fingers ghosted over my bare shoulder. “Getting a little sick of everyone watching us all the time.”

My heart skipped a beat at his touch. “I take it you’ve been getting some teasing?”

“They don’t fucking stop, do they?” He finished his drink and put down his glass with a thud. “All this ‘shag it out of your system’ shit. It’s fucking sexual harassment.”

“That’s what I told Lucas!” I set down my glass, ignoring the last couple of sips left in it. “Even Keeley was going on and on about how you were going to love this dress on me.”

His lips curved upwards. “I do love that dress on you.”

My words got caught in my throat. Hell, I didn’t even know what those words were going to be. All I knew was that Roy Kent was staring at my lips and his fingers were grazing my shoulder and that he was still wearing his jacket and that I suddenly wanted to see it on the floor.

His eyes reflecting the same uncertainty and heat that I felt, Roy leaned forward and captured my lips in a forceful kiss. The hand on my shoulder moved to the back of my neck as his other hand gripped my thigh where the dress split open to reveal most of my leg, as if the dress was conspiring along with everyone else at Nelson Road. My own hands tugged at his suit jacket, shoving it off his shoulders and tossing it aside, before returning to his shoulders to pull him closer to me.

There was a surprising gentleness to the way he pushed me back until I was horizontal on the couch, Roy propping himself up to keep his full weight off of me. My hands moved to his face, amused to find that his beard was much softer than I’d expected it to be. Somewhere in my mind- the part still capable of coherent thought- I scolded myself for expecting anything about how his beard would feel.

As his tongue skimmed against mine, the record came to a halt; neither of us seemed to care, instead choosing to fill the living room with the sounds of our heavy breathing and soft moans. Kissing Roy Kent was delicious- he tasted like scotch and smelled like expensive, spicy cologne and felt like everything I never knew I needed.

His mouth moved away from mine to find every bit of bare skin and planting rough, wet kisses on every inch he could reach, giving me butterflies in more places than just my tummy. When he finally decided to take advantage of the neckline of my dress and bring his lips there, I mumbled, “Will you argue with me if I ask you where your bedroom is?”

He looked up, grinning like a devil, eyes darker and more intense than their usual soft brown. “Only if you slow me down.”

He managed to get us both to our feet without breaking the embrace, albeit with a bit of a stumble. He kept his mouth on mine as he tugged me through the house and down the hall, where I relieved him of his tie and began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, while his hands roamed the back of my dress, searching for the zipper.

As we crashed through his bedroom door, he managed to rasp against my lips, “Are you too drunk for this?”

Feeling just short of desperation as I squeezed him impossibly closer, I shook my head. “Just drunk enough. You?”

“Just drunk enough.”

That was all either of us needed to hear. His shirt was suddenly unbuttoned, and my dress was on the floor. We had enough sense to carelessly remove our shoes and kick them to some corner of the room before tumbling onto his bed. When his shirt was tossed aside, I gave an involuntary gulp. This wasn’t a new sight; I watched Roy run without a shirt regularly. But tonight? Tonight, I got to reach out and let my fingers run through that dark curly hair, giving a little tug that had Roy hissing against my neck and grinding his hips into mine.

“Take your pants off, Kent,” I groaned before smashing my mouth into his again.

“I think you can call me Roy now,” he mumbled, for once doing as he was told.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate for more, more, more of him. His skin was blazing hot against mine as his hands explored here, there, everywhere. I marveled at how good it felt to have this man pressed so close to me, amazed that we’d lasted this long without falling into bed together.

His mind must’ve been in the same place, because he mumbled, “Wish I’d known this is what you meant all those times you told me to get fucked.”

“Fuck you, Roy,” I whispered jokingly as my hand slowly travelled lower, towards the place I knew would be the hottest to the touch.

“Thought that was the plan,” he replied, hips bucking slightly when I began toying with the waistband of his boxers.

I buried my giggles against his lips. In the back of my head, behind my usual contempt for this man and his snark, behind my ever-growing need for him, some little voice whispered, He’s funny. Roy Kent is FUNNY.

There wasn’t much time for me to focus on that, however, as Roy’s hand found my own underwear, giving a playful little tug. “This alright?” he breathed, as if we weren’t both on fire with wanting each other.

“Just do me one favor,” I murmured, bumping my nose to his, an impossibly chaste gesture compared to what we were about to do.

“Fucking anything,” he groaned. The- was I really seeing this?- affection in his eyes told me he truly meant it.

I pressed a heated kiss to his lips, where I mumbled, “Don’t fucking call me Bucky.”

He laughed, and, for the first time, he whispered my name.

And he whispered it in my ear for the rest of the night.

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[buffetlicious]

The next dish was the Steamed Red Grouper Hong Kong style with superior soy sauce, spring onions and red chilli but all we saw was a small chunk of fish flesh in a bowl. I was telling the others that we don’t know if the fish was actually a red grouper until the wait staff placed the fish head on the lazy susan. At least I enjoyed the fresh succulent and sweet fish dressed in soya sauce.

The chickens must be lamenting that they died in vain as we diners never gotten to see the crispy Bi Feng Tang (避风塘) style Roasted Chicken gloriously spread out (展翅高飞) in front of us with spiced almond flakes and crunchy prawn crackers for garnish. Both my colleague and I were served mostly breast meat which was dry as we never gotten the chance to choose the part of the chicken we would like to eat plus my plate came with just half an almond flake. :(

Next up, the Conrad Duo of deep-fried prawn ball wrapped with breadcrumb and sautéed scallop with asparagus in home-made XO sauce. The fried prawn ball is crispy on the outside with crunchy prawn inside. A single lonely scallop sat beside the old and fibrous asparagus as the skin wasn’t peeled. The savoury spicy sauce however brightened up the flavours of this tough vegetable.

The Abalone and Spinach I have nothing much to comment on other than the slice of paper-thin sea snail. Love the thick mushroom among the blanched leaves of spinach drenched in oyster sauce though.

The Ee-fu Noodles or yi mein (伊面) got to be my favourite dish of the night. This noodle is typically present on wedding menu due to the fact it is also referred to as longevity noodles (寿面). Stewed with shimeji mushroom, lumps of crabmeats and chives, where it had soaked up the wholesome flavours. So good that I finished two bowls of it.

The Chilled Cream of Avocado with Coral Weed was a big disappointment for all of us due to the avocado soup coming with pieces of hard, almost crunchy coral weed, akin to eating chicken soft bone. I would prefer something less exotic like cubed honeydew melon or even jellies.

Overall, the food was pretty delicious though the service is kind of lacking as the wait staffs were busy portioning the food to notice our empty glasses. My colleague was commenting that he had only this one cup of passionfruit drink from start till end of the banquet and no one came to ask if he would like a refill. I am also sure the chefs would have preferred to let the diners see their beautiful, crafted creations even if for only a few short seconds rather than the hastily assembled carved-out portions.

#Wedding #Luncheon #Banquet #Conrad Centennial Singapore #Red Grouper #Fish #Roasted Chicken #Almond Flake #Prawn Cracker #Conrad Duo #Prawn Ball #Scallop #Asparagus #Abalone #Spinach #Mushroom #Cream of Avocado #Coral Weed #Dessert #Food #Buffetlicious

[sass-squat]

For the Avians you’ve already posted, what are their favorite foods?

AHHH! I'm sorry my friend! I swear I saw this ask the day you sent it I've just been slacking because I started a new file for BOTW. 😅 Anyways! All their favorite foods are all the recipes you can make in BOTW because Wild is the one that mainly makes their food and also because it's easier that way.

Time - Warm Milk Meaty Rice Balls. "The sweet and spicy meat stuffed into these rice balls will keep you full for some time." Time to me just seems like the kind of guy that enjoys food that he can eat with one hand. That on top of the practical element that this food keeps you full for some time just seems like something he would enjoy and prefer to eat while on the road.

Twilight - Pumpkin Stew. "Simply simmer a fortified pumpkin to make this dish. A favorite in Kakariko Village." This man canonically made pumpkin stew in his adventure so this is his favorite food mainly because it reminds him of home and also because it's one of the only foods he is actually able to cook.

Sky - Salmon Risotto. "Restores your health and temporarily increases your maximum hearts. The rice used in this rich risotto permeates the light flavor of the salmon." I don't even have a solid explanation or reason for this one I just feel it in my soul that Sky loves seafood. Turns out there's not a lot of fish when you live in the sky.

Warriors - Carrot Cake. "Even those who don't like carrots tend to enjoy the mild sweetness of this cake." Ironically, I don't think this is Warriors' favorite food because of taste, but more because of the memories he associates it with. I'm a huge supporter of the "Warriors is a Momma's boy" agenda and I headcanon that his mom made carrot cake for his birthday every year when he was young and that's why he still loves it to this day.

Legend - Apple Pie. "The crispy, flaky pie crust and sweet apples are a match made in heaven." Listen, I know the Zelda manga aren't technically canon but neither is this Winged AU so I can believe what I want in my heart. Anyways, in the A Link to the Past manga his whole goal is for his apple orchard to succeed so I'm a firm believer that Legend LOVES anything with apples, but apple pie holds a secret special place in his heart.

Hyrule - Monster Cake Creamy Heart Soup. "Enjoying this sweet soup with another person will bring you both closer together." Hyrule is such a sweetheart with so much love to give you cannot convince me that his favorite food wouldn't be the creamy heart soup. Also the fact that hearty radishes are one of the best ingredients to replenish hearts fits with his whole fairy/healing agenda.

Wild - Wildberry Crepe. "Sweet, tart wildberries are folded into thin, springy dough to make this dessert." Aside from literal rocks, I just feel like this would be his favorite "treat yourself" comfort food. Other than that, I don't really have solid reasoning for this choice other than the fact that I think he deserves to have nice things and also because this is my favorite thing to make in BOTW.

Four - Curry Rice. "A favorite all over Hyrule, this simple dish has a flavor you just won't get tired of." I headcanon that Four is a pretty easy guy to please when it comes to food. He's basically four racoons in a trench coat so it's pretty easy to guarantee that SOME PART of him will like whatever he is eating, though he does tend to favor slightly spicier foods.

Wind - Seafood Meuniere. "Rich butter flanks fresh seafood. The secret ingredient is lots and lots of love." Now go ahead and try to tell me that that description is not something his Grandma would say. Try it I dare you lol. Anyways that phrase combined with the fact that it is a seafood dish just SCREAMS Wind to me.

Anyways, these are all just my personal headcanons! Let me know if you all had any other ideas or headcanons in mind! 😊

#winged au #LUWAU #Linked Universe: Winged AU #linkeduniverse #linked universe #loz #loz link #legend of zelda #lu time #lu twilight #lu sky #lu warriors #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu four #lu wind #I have discovered that I have not cooked about 70% of all the foods in botw #Also totally not projecting with Warriors or anything #I don't even like carrot cake that much but my mom always got it for my birthday so for that reason alone I love it #also jokes on you I did ALL of the boys

[raelyn-dreams]

Enstars Character's Favorite Foods

Eichi Tenshouin: Sauteed Veal

Wataru Hibiki: Jello

Tori Himemiya: Corn

Yuzuru Fushimi: White Fish

Hokuto Hidaka: Konpeito (Japanese sugar candy spheres)

Subaru Akehoshi: Fried Egg

Makoto Yuuki: Snacks (Pocky)

Mao Isara: Ramen

Chiaki Morisawa: French Fries

Kanata Shinkai: Soy Sauce

Tetora Nagumo: Kalbi (Korean barbecued beef ribs)

Midori Takamine: Pizza, Basil

Shinobu Sengoku: Umeboshi (Japanese pickled ume)

Hiiro Amagi: Lemon, Omurice (fried rice & egg with ketchup)

Aira Shiratori: Quiche, Chocolate

Mayoi Ayase: Grapes

Tatsumi Kazehaya: Black Tea (any kind)

Nagisa Ran: Chocolate

Hiyori Tomoe: Pie, Quiche (especially with salmon)

Ibara Saegusa: Nutritional Supplements

Jun Sazanami: Strawberries

Shu Itsuki: Croissants

Mika Kagehira: Candy

Hinata Aoi: Sweet Cream Puffs

Yuta Aoi: Tabasco Sauce

Rinne Amagi: Pizza

HiMERU: Cola, Breath Mints

Kohaku Oukawa: Japanese Sweets

Niki Shiina: Japanese Food

Rei Sakuma: Dry-Cured Ham (JP), Tomato Juice (CN)

Kaoru Hakaze: Pancakes with lots of cream (JP), Cream and Strawberry Crepes (CN)

Koga Oogami: Grilled Chicken (JP), Grilled Meat on a skewer (CN)

Adonis Otogari: Anpan (sweet roll with red bean paste)

Tomoya Mashiro: Omurice (fried rice & egg with ketchup)

Nazuna Nito: Ice Cream

Mitsuru Tenma: Hamburger Steak (JP), Hamburgers (CN)

Hajime Shino: Miso Soup (miso = fermented soybean paste)

Keito Hasumi: Spicy Foods (JP), Red Peppers (CN)

Kuro Kiryu: Steak

Souma Kanzaki: Sushi

Tsukasa Suou: Snacks

Leo Tsukinaga: Coffee

Izumi Sena: Shrimp

Ritsu Sakuma: Carbonated Drinks

Arashi Narukami: Chicken Karaage (bite-sized fried chicken)

Natsume Sakasaki: Foods with two different flavors

Tsumugi Aoba: Warm, Sweet Foods (like fresh pancakes and anman, steamed buns with red bean paste)

Sora Harukawa: Snacks, Apples

Madara Mikejima: Soba (Japanese noodles), Onigiri (rice balls with a variety of fillings)

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[arewordsenough]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Tagged by @mmoosen & @kingofangst

I know I've been tagged a few times for these and I've been in a bit of weird place for a while, but starting to feel like I can get back to writing, so... This is a snip from the next chapter of my Eli/Everyone multi-chapter smut fic that I've been slowly poking at for a while now. Under the cut for being kind of spicy out of respect for those that aren't about it.

Eli's eyes shone gold as he looked up at the full moon. His second full moon was just as intense as the first, but this time he didn't have Brett and Nolan to work out all the urges that kept building up. Scott proposed Liam might have another potential solution to make it through this one. That's how Eli ended up naked running through the preserve. He'd already been running for over an hour just hoping that it might wear him out, but his mind kept wandering back to how Liam had looked after they'd undressed. He hadn't expected the amount of body hair under Liam's clothes. Just thinking about running his fingers through Liam's chest hair had given him an erection. Thankfully, Liam didn't give him a hard time about it. Eli was almost certain that Liam had done a little staring of his own. At least, he hoped he had. Eli groped himself as he let his thoughts linger on Liam. The other werewolf was strong and his body showed that strength. Liam's legs were nice and sturdy with a dusting of hair that grew a bit thicker on his thighs. His chest was broad with nice thick pecs that Eli wanted to squeeze. Honestly, there was a lot of Liam's body that Eli would like to get his hands on. The hair on his chest trailed down over his stomach and right to his crotch. Eli grinned to himself as he remembered the thick meat and the nice set of balls that hung below that. Eli was hard again. He started stroking himself as he soaked in the moonlight. He was starting to get caught up in it, but the feeling that someone was watching him gave him pause. He tried to see if he could catch a scent, but whoever it was must have been downwind. Everything about the situation told him it was time to start running again.  Eli rushed through the trees, ducking and weaving around branches as he went. He could hear that he was being followed now, the occasional crunch and scattering of dead leaves was getting closer. Eli looked back, trying to catch a glimpse of them, but they kept out of view. Eli ducked around a tree and waited, holding his breath. He hoped his pursuer would run past him, but no such luck. He knew it would be risky to try to run again, he would surely get caught. He couldn't think of any other options though, so he darted out from behind his cover. He made it two full seconds before he was tackled to the ground.

Tagging @wolfboy88, @ksbbb, @bobbersb-fandomfun, @bookwyrm07, @letthestorieslive

#wip tag game #teen wolf fanfiction #eli hale #liam dunbar #gay smut #my writing

[aardvark-123]

~Excessively Twee Borderlands Headcanons: Cuisine Edition~

Gaige has a big appetite, yet can easily forget to eat when she's busy vault hunting or tinkering with robots. It usually fell to Axton to remind her to eat; while he may not be the maturest of men, he understands that the body needs fuel. Gaige has made some attempts at cooking, but her marshmallow and crisp spaghetti carbonara proved to be an acquired taste.

Amara loves Partali's spicy, aromatic cuisine. She laments that few of the Six Galaxies' take-away dishes come close to the authentic taste of dhal makhani and a keema paratha. Her appetite is enormous, however, and she could eat a kilogramme of lamb biryani while complaining it isn't as good as her personal chef's.

Claptrap can bake. He hands out a lot of side-quests to fetch him ingredients, which he turns into delicious, albeit messily constructed pies, cakes, biscuits and loaves of bread. If you're nice to Claptrap, a surprisingly tall order for some people, you'll seldom find yourself without something in the cupboard.

Moze likes soup.

Ava is a veritable gourmet. As a homeless child, her favourite foods were "not rotten" and "provided willingly", treats which she didn't always manage to scavenge. When Maya adopted Ava, she made sure to feed her up, and Ava's palate broadened to the full extent of Athenian cuisine. Now she is an adventurous eater who loves trying new dishes, but will pretty much eat anything within two basic criteria: "not rotten" and "not too many olives".

The basics of cookery are also known to Ava. Although it's hardly her favourite activity- hardly, perhaps, the sort of activity she'd admit to enjoying- she can make pasta, okonomiyaki, salad, scrambled eggs and other simple dishes with aplomb. She used to send Maya anonymous Mothers' Day breakfasts, for which she'd refuse to admit any responsibility, because no way was she ever going to be cute. Food love stories, brought to you by the Crimson Raiders.

Lilith enjoys spicy food and is quite good at cooking. She isn't a fancy chef, but can be relied upon to make a lovely fried breakfast, tossed salad, or burger and chips.

FL4K doesn't eat, but they take great pains to secure good food for their pets. Meat-Thief loves fish and chips, Broodless likes a fruit salad, Mr Chew has a taste for Lancer tyres, and Ms Loader Bot partakes in only the finest Lithium Ion Batteries.

Salvador is quite the chef, a barbecue expert and master of Mexican-influenced-part-of-Pandora cuisine. He can be very particular about his ingredients; no, you can't use skag liver instead of bullymong chops, it'll ruin the flavour profile of the whole meal. And what do you MEAN ketchup's another kind of mole?!

Tannis has seven perennial favourite foods: boiled eggs, carrot cake, toast with peanut butter, bananas, rice balls, Salvador's famous bullymong pancita, and sausages. She used to love bacon, but gave it up for personal reasons.

Roland was always an accomplished sandwich artisan, with the ability to house delicious combinations of ingredients between two slices of bread. Sometimes he took it to strange excesses such as the pie sandwich (or Wigan kebab), the spaghetti carbonara sandwich (or Sloppy Giuseppe), and the full English breakfast sandwich (or Sandwich That Annoys Lilith Because It's Just Missing the Point).

#Borderlands #headcanons #larks

[tastesoftamriel]

Have you answered a question on what kind of foods are served at birthday parties?

Who doesn't love a good meal for their birthday? Regardless of where you are in Tamriel, there are a whole array of celebratory customs for birthdays, and more importantly, food!

Altmer

Birthdays can get a little tiresome by the time you're over 100 years old, but Summerset customs place an emphasis on age as a distinct social marker that distinguishes one's rank from others. Birthdays are generally celebrated with a party of varying degrees of elaborate festivities and food, and one's nearest and dearest are invited (not being invited to a close one's birthday party is an enormous insult). The most important part of any Altmeri birthday celebration is the champagne and canapés, which have to be perfectly balanced, original, and scrumptious. Needless to say, this drives chefs completely insane.

Argonians

Birthdays are beloved celebrations by Argonians young and old! Break out the fruit wine, your best party clothes, and the decorations, because things are about to get fun! Whether it's party games, dancing, or the buffet (there is always a buffet), there's a little something for everyone to celebrate a birthday in Murkmire. The Bright Throat tribe, for example, have a tradition of making a sort of croquembouche from popped rice balls filled with palm sugar syrup, held together with palm sugar caramel and stacked together in a tower for everyone to help themselves to. Quite clever!

Bosmer

Wood Elves love to party, and birthdays are the perfect excuse to celebrate. Breaking out the special rotmeth is the highlight of any good birthday party, whether it's flavoured with honey, aged for ten years or more, or served with whipped cream for a tasty treat! It's used to wash down big platters of roast meat and meatballs, and you can bet there'll be enough of it to make you wake up in Marbruk despite starting the party in Grahtwood. Oops?

Bretons

Cake, cake, cake! It's said that the tradition of the birthday cake was invented in High Rock, and it's there that the tradition is taken very seriously. Any kind of sweet cake is acceptable, as long as it's been lavishly decorated and topped with candles or sparklers. Popular favourites include the Daenian Forest cake (chocolate and cherry with whipped cream), vanilla sponge with fresh fruits, and strawberry shortcake.

Dunmer

Like the High Elves, the Dunmer have an extraordinarily long lifespan compared to most other races, and birthdays are equal parts solemn and celebration. Each year alive is represented with a small hot or cold dish which eventually turns into a spread over the years, making older Dunmeri birthday parties a community affair as there are only so many variations of candied ash yams that one can eat on their own! Some traditional birthday dishes include cold noodles with sweet and spicy sauce, sautéed hackle-lo with gold kanet, nix-hound koftas, and marshmerrow tartlets.

Imperials

Birthdays are often celebrated with lavish parties by Imperials who can afford it, and a feast is an absolutely integral part of any birthday celebration. The centre of every Imperial feast, however, is the whole roast pig. Basted in spiced honey, stuffed with nuts, fruits, and rice before being roasted to perfection on a spit, any traditional Cyrodiilic celebration requires both pork and wine in copious amounts!

Khajiit

The Khajiit celebrate birthdays by waking up to a big, tasty bowl of "longevity noodles". Thin wheat noodles are served with a savoury broth, pulled chicken, fishballs, steamed greens, and a boiled egg dyed red for good luck! The noodles are said to represent good health and longevity, and they are enjoyed by the whole family as a toast. And of course, the birthday Khajiit gets an extra serving of moon sugar to start their special day off right!

Nords

Birthdays are important at every age in Skyrim, but they are celebrated relatively simply compared to many other races across Tamriel. Aside from gifts, both small and grand, food is a vital part of making any birthday a special one. Every birthday festivity requires at least two types of bread or pastries, a meat dish, fish dish, hasselback potatoes with herbs, and some sort of dessert like fermented Nord Honey Cake. And mead, all the mead!

Orcs

Orcish birthdays are rowdy affairs that place an emphasis on fun and indulgence. Unlike the other races, the poor birthday Orc is subject to all manner of pranks, jokes, and sometimes worse...but the food and presents usually make up for it. A special mammoth roast is the favoured birthday dish for most strongholds, where large cuts of mammoth are reverse seared on hot cast iron before being roasted until the meat melts in your mouth. It's complemented with other smaller dishes, like smoked spicy sausages, meat pies, and baked potatoes with frost mirriam cream cheese.

Redguards

Birthdays are a joyous occasion in Hammerfell, and they're celebrated with family and friends with lots of good food and drink. Customarily, each party guest brings a dish or a bottle of something to share, sometimes leading to whole banquets depending on how popular the host is. There are of course some foods that are particularly popular for birthday parties, generally sweets! For example, flavoured pashmak, a soft and delicate type of candy floss, is a common gift that's either eaten on its own or atop cakes and pastries or even cocktails.

#Asks #Food #Tes #the elder scrolls #cooking #food #world building #worldbuilding #Birthday #Birthdays

[picory]

well, here's what i cooked! it's chewy potatoes shaped like mushrooms (though you can hardly tell with mine) with spicy sauce. here's a link to the recipe -> link

the process wasn't difficult at all, just lengthy. specifically the rolling the potato dough into tiny balls part (with 500g potatoes i counted 81 balls)

instead of simply pouring the spices and soy sauce onto the boiled potatoes, i sautéed the green onion in a pan, then poured soy sauce, and then added tomato paste (which wasn't in the og recipe) and the rest of the ingredients, while frying the potatoes in another pan (i wanted to give them a bit of a crunch, though i couldn't get them to properly fry, they slowly began to stick to each other). then poured the sauce on the potatoes

it's alright. the sauce is doing all the work obviously, the potatoes themselves have this slightly soft chewy texture, which i don't hate but also don't love. this definitely needs something on the side, maybe meat. eating it by itself is kind of boring. bread helps. might be tasty to add some cheese on top as well

and so ends today's attempt at cooking new food.... will i make more of these? maybe! i'll have to pair it with something else though

#quacks #welcome to remy's cooking corner LOL

[second-stixs]

Big question related about the purge post, what kind of foods are ya gonna steal from Walmart??? Personally I'm a huge fan of eating food so this really spiked my curiosity

For one, stealing that whole isle of cheese balls.

Snacks, I’m takin granola bars, spicy Doritos, as much candy as I can fit, and all the brownie bites and lemon crème cakes I can get my greasy paws on.

Also taking all the canned food, frozen food, and non-perishables possible, as well as all the meat! That shit EXPENSIVE. Anddd probably gonna grab some dog treats and wet food :]

I’m gonna take pretty much everything edible other than baby formula and stuff, leave that for the people who need it

[catastrophic-crisis]

Thanks for coming to the cafe menu planning meeting! Pirate commander Morgan's crew are planning a hero-themed cafe to raise funds, and we've designed aspects of it from the menu to the gift shop items to the uniforms!

Some menu highlights are:

Ichigold ( @bigassrobots ), with themes of strawberry and mango:

Strawberry soda with mango popping boba and optional mango-mystery energy shot, comes with club-shaped stirrer

Strawberry milk tea with bubble and foam with visor symbol dusting, with club stirrer

Strawberry-shaped sponge cake with cream center and surprise collector's coin (and choking hazard), sat upon a mango drizzle and mint leaves for decoration

Cheesecake with mango topping and lined with strawberries

Dracokaiser/Dracoempress ( @breadcrab ), with themes of lavender and berries:

Violet brioche sheep gelato sandwich with sheep horns

Violet croissant with cream and fruit filling

Dracoempress Lavender Latte

Dracokaiser Raspberry Espresso

Draco opera cake and glossy mousse cake

Pabs ( @pabs-art ) with themes of strawberry, rice, and carrot slices cut into sun shapes:

Strawberry cereal milk donut topped with puffed rice cereal

Matcha mochi donut with strawberry pieces inside

Rice beast roulette of rice balls shaped like rice beasts with a salmon filling, with one of the rice beasts filled with a surprise big bite of spicy wasabi filling!

Curry with rice beast-shaped rice mound and carrots cut into suns

Pabs-shaped ceramic soup crock with hoodie cozy

Tul Glass of Water

As well as: shrimp-filled sushi, White Dusk-themed Drink, and pink-colored donut holes

VJay ( @golden-x-mage ):

Choco-Bisexual Berry Bunny Sundae, one which comes with chocolate custard on top of a blueberry crumble flavor and the other extra tall with chocolate on top of scoops of strawberry, raspberry, and blackberry ice cream. Both are topped with chocolate shavings and a white chocolate heart filled with fruit filling

Carrot cake loaf/blueberry coffee cake with chocolate center shaped like a rabbit

As well as: a bunny snacking veggie platter

Virtual Hero V-Ranger ( @virtualherovranger )

Vee-za with flakes in two kinds: filthy American barbecue and classic style with stripes of toppings (buffalo-flavored/blue cheese/potato/pulled pork/Hawaiian) (margherita/eggplant/mozzarella/meat/cheese)

Cherry-flavored Pepsi (homemade)

Hero's lemonade with floating frozen fruit

Striped soda with layers of fruit flavors (cherry/blue raspberry/coconut/peach/pineapple)

Planet mascot chocolate piñata with fruit filling 🍓

Harvester Core Unit 86:

Definitely Not Human Flesh Nachos come with bottle of signature Extra Chunky Salsa, and comes in two types: classic and pulled pork style

Harvester Operation-style dessert medley: a tray with wells filled with various sweets like gear-shaped cookies that you pull out with little tongs

Rafael, Knight-Errant:

Paired with filling options like beef stew in the restaurant, multiple mugs/tankards are available for sale:

A hand-painted leather

Stainless steel with silicone grip reminiscent of his torso

Novelty coffee mug with meme and defined knightly rear end

#jupiterposting #if you'd like to see your own character's stuff lemme know and I can nab a png for you #sorry for the @s but I wanted to make clear that the characters aren't mine. hi guys #if you want me to unlink you lemme know. I know I don't like my tongle being shared on other platforms #left some stuff out of this post

[shisekibo]

[Story Translation] Chapter Six - A Visitor from the East

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Devil’s Palace - Kitchen

Lono:

 “Now then! This prep’ll done in a bit!”

Flure:

 “sigh... I can barely move my hands after all that kneading...”

Lono:

 “Thank you, Flure. You were a real help.”

Flure:

 “You didn’t forget the cake you promised me, did you?”

Lono:

 “Of course not? I’ll make a delicious one for you later.”

Choices:

“Can I at least help you wash up?”

“Can I help at all?”

Lono:

 “No, no, I could never let you wash up or nothin’! Just sit there please!”

Flure:

 “Muu, can you help? We need all the help we can get.”

Muu:

 “Y-yes! Understood!”

???:

 “nom... nom...”

???:

 “Wow~. This really is delicious!”

???:

 “Personally, I’d prefer it if it were a little more spicy...”

Lono:

 “It’s not spicy enough? Hmm~ Maybe I should add a bit more pepper or cayenne...”

Lono:

 “...Wait?! Who are you?”

???:

 “nom... nom...”

???:

 “Mmm~! This stew is really well seasoned. It’s delicious.”

Flure:

 “Isn’t this one of the Sardeis family that were at the Ball?!”

Choices:

“Now you mention it...”

“I kind of remember them...”

Lono:

 “What’s someone from the Sardeis family doin’ here?”

Lono:

 “And when did you even get into the mansion?!!!”

???:

 “nom... nom... Naish to meecha. nom... nom...“

Lono:

 “First finish what you’re eatin’ before you speak! I have no clue what you’re saying!

???:

 “nom... nom...”

???:

 “A-hem.”

???:

 “Nice to meet you. My name is Yuuhan Shinonome.”

???:

 “It’s great to make your acquaintance, Devil Butlers.”

Flure:

 “Mr. Yuuhan Shinonome...?”

Yuuhan:

 “nom... nom... This meat has such amazing flavour.”

Flure:

 “He’s eating again?!”

Lono:

 “Hey! Don’t just eat without askin’!”

Yuuhan:

 “I apologise. Can I have some of this bread, please?”

Lono:

 “That’s not what I...”

Yuuhan:

 “nom... nom...”

Yuuhan:

 “I haven’t eaten yet today so I’m starving...”

Yuuhan:

 “So I’m really glad to be able to eat such delicious food.”

Yuuhan:

 “Lono, you’re a genius.”

Lono:

 “Re-really?”

Flure:

 “Lono...?”

Lono:

 “Yuuhan. You’re well nice.”

Flure:

 “Huh? Pardon...?”

Yuuhan:

 “Not at all... I think you’re much nicer, Lono?”

Flure:

 “They’re best friends already...”

#悪魔執事と黒い猫 #akuneko #akuma shitsuji to kuroi neko #devil butler with black cat #story

[mirrorthoughts]

Got tagged by the lovely @meggie-stardust and finally got around to it xD thanks! ❤

Favorite color: I still tend to default to blue, but by now blue, orange and green definitely hold a similar place xD

Favorite food: asian fried noodles with veggies and/or chicken o-o (or meat-balls/-patties with potato salad my mom taught me to make)

Song stuck in my head: Rumors by Jake Miller

Last thing I googled: If the movies Legion and Priest got anything to do with the three The Prophecy-films because my head had somehow thrown all of these together (and at least Legion and Priest share an actor)

Dream trip: Japan

Something I want: for my two best friends to live closer to me so I can see them without first travelling 1-5 hours <.<...

Currently reading: Howl's Moving Castle and Ashlesha (by the lovely @deadcatwithaflamethrower - If you haven't read that book, go read it now. I'm serious, flame's stuff is utter brilliance!)

Last song: Cup of Sweetness by Andrew Jeremy (from the Coffee Talk OST)

Last series: The Sandman (another piece of media that I can very much recommend!)

Last movie: Thor Love and Thunder

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory!

Currently working on: too much 😂 No, actually I'm just getting back from a few days off after Steter Week, but I want to concentrate on my original story "The Carridan Constellations" (for the curious, there are tidbits over at @pencilcoreandgreenleafheart xD) atm. Though I also want to finally edit Fae Heart, so... yeah 😂

Time: 19:55/7:55pm

low/no-pressure tags for:

@aurevell @asher-orion-writes @rebakitt3n @inexplicifics @a-kind-of-merry-war

and everyone else who wants to xD

#seikaze #ask game answers #meggie-stardust

[sadasspisces]

1, 7, 9, 23, 26, 27, 34, 35, 36, 39, 40, 42, 78, that’s a lot, but I’m curious 😊

1. how are you feeling right now? psh like i been hit by a fucking truck i been going to the gym days straight and my body is hurting 😭😩

7. what's something you love about yourself? this is always a hard question but i'll say my personailty tbh

9. do you have any pets? i just have a fish, my hermit crab died just last month my little baby 🥺

23. how long have you been friends with your longest friend for? 14 years

26. who/what do you turn to to vent? my best friend, or i keep myself ridiculously busy so i won't face whatever it is

27. spicy, sweet or savoury? savoury. i love meat lmfao

34. do you trust anyone completely? honestly no lmfao

35. would you ever want to get married? marriage is a piece of paper to me, and expensive. i could careless but if it happens it happens, i'll flow with it but nothing i would force out of someone. also wouldn't have a wedding. i'm a shy bitch how am i supposed to say vows?! 😂😂 infront of people?! its a no from me lmfaooo. only one person knows exactly how i would want things and that one person would probably be the only person that would get a yes out of me tbh 🫠😭 i'm not so easily pleased so odds are no, i'll be shocked if i ever become someones wife lmfao i don't like people like that so if i let you in my space and like you damn you hit the jackpot cause i let no one in lmfao

36. would you ever want children? i mean again if it happens it happens, not something i'd force on anyone. i do have a boy and girl name picked out so 🥲but if it doesn't happen i'm fine with it too, that's not the only thing to life

39. what's your favourite colour and why? greeeeens and blues the color of nature and the ocean ☺️ they're just so beautiful and calming

40. what is your relationship with your family like? i come from a broken family so it's kind of up and down and different places with different individuals

42. what word do you think you say the most often? "huh" "i don't even know" "yeah okay" "my body hurts" "help me" 😂😂😂😂😂😂

78. what's your favourite animal? DUCKSSS and sharks i loveee sharks lol really any oceanic animal as well, turtles too 🥺 but ducks have my heart they're like little fluff ball things with feet ugh love them lmfaooo 🥲😭

#mutuals #❤️ #anon ask #send me anons #anon answered #send anons #ask me questions

[chenyann]

Yako, baby, ima need to show you some good ass food that taste better than any ussy. Enchiladas Verdes

It’s basically Tortilla with a sauce you make out of green chili and idk what else. You add chicken inside the tortilla and roll it up until it looked like a burrito, then put all your green sauce on top of it and add cheese, then you must put it to bake until it’s all warm and the cheese is melted. Personally I like to have orange rice with it but you can also try white rice or beans!

This pasta has chipotle and its creamy yet a pit spicy! It also has some chicken and also some bell peppers!

This soup is made out of chicken meat balls. But! You may also add carrots, potatoes, cooked cucumbers or other veggies you would like!

These ones are absolutely good. It consists cooked Broccoli with chicken, cheese, cream, and Pieces of bacon! It’s so so so good!

No, those are not chicken nugget. These are tacos with fried shrimp! To make it taste good, you must add Mayonnaise to the tortilla and then put your fried shrimps, then on top of that, add some Avocado, lemon, or even add some sauce that you can easily make with only mayonnaise and chipotle!

LOOK AT APHRODITE DOING WORK!!! YALL NEED TO STEP YALLS GAMES UP.

All of these look amazing I guess they just did me dirty with that pot roast 🙄

Also America why are yalls food strange I just now learned mayonnaise, banana and peanut butter sandwiches exist....

Yes i I did think those were chicken nuggets 💀💀

I really like the pasta and how it looks ngl.I've had Enchiladas before but not those kind and I didn't really like it but that was when I was 8 so idk.

#The rumor of aphrodites hall!! #yakoko and the mutual!! #yako hears a rumor! #Look at this #These look so good #Idk why I got a bad picture 😭