#ff skewer

[cxlxrx]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#maybe someone will enjoy it #by the way this is heavily inspired by myself lol #körangi #könig #könig cod #horangi #call of duty #cod #cod mw2

[jazzraft]

32, nyxnoct >:3 ♡

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

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

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

“Nothing done for charity is ever dumb.”

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

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

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

“But you’ve already got volunteers!”

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

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

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

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

“Wow, this calendar sure sounds judgmental.”

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

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

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

“What face?” Nyx laughed, bemused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Asset.”

“So you agree!”

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s not what I think.”

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

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

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

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

“So, do I just stand here or…?”

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

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

“I expected better from you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The charity campaign was a huge success.

#nyx ulric #kingsglaive #final fantasy xv #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #noctis lucis caelum #cor leonis #prompto argentum #lunafreya nox fleuret #myfic

[overwatchimagine]

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

Bro, shut up.

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

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

[lostasalice-thisway]

welcome to a story that is inspired by the amazing Alex Høgh Andersen

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📍 L. A.

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words: 4100

beta-reader: @ivarlover (thanks a million for helping me with the translation from german to english!)

#ff #fiction #alexhoeghandersen #californiakingsize #californiadreaming

California King Size

It was a warm summer evening when Tom and Ben prepared their terrace for a nice barbecue. While they set up the dining table, took care of food and drinks, Natalie and Helena, Tom’s wife were upstairs to get dressed. Only a few close friends were expected to join them this evening.

What Natalie didn't know was that Alex would be there, too. She had met him for the first time a few weeks ago at a dinner at the two brothers' house and they hit it off right away. They shared the same humor, which could also be a bit darker, and were sometimes a little sarcastic. Besides, she had liked how charming Alex was.

He had given her the impression that he always thought of others first instead of himself and had been very attentive. Of course, his good looks didn't go unnoticed either. The full, dark hair, the bright blue eyes with the laugh lines that underlined his positive nature. Not only did he have laugh lines, he also had a really bright smile.

Little did she know, he'd recently landed back in L.A. Ben had deliberately kept it from her, as he suspected that she found Alex more than just likeable. Alex was actually from Denmark, but he was on the road a lot because of his job as an actor, and now he's back in the Californian sun. Natalie was also only visiting. She lived in cold Germany. She had known Tom and Ben, who originally came from Germany themselves, for a number of years and was always happy to be with them again.

One last check in the mirror before she made her way downstairs, she wore a dark green one-shoulder dress that reached just to her knees and whose color brought out the color in her eyes. Her blonde ponytail swished as she walked down the steps. On the way down she met Helena and together they stepped onto the terrace. Tom whistled appreciatively at the sight of his wife, but then immediately complimented Natalie, too. She answered with a bright smile, glad, she obviously made a good choice.

Shortly thereafter, the four sat with their guests around the long table and enjoyed the first glass of wine. One chair was still empty. Natalie looked at Ben questioningly, "Who's still missing?"

"What do you mean?" Ben acted all innocently and shrugged his shoulders. At that moment, another car drove up the long driveway to the courtyard. From the distance, all Natalie could tell was that it was a man. He was wearing a long light coat

and sunglasses. As he got closer, Natalie wasn't sure if she was seeing correctly. Then the guy stepped onto the terrace, took off the dark sunglasses and Natalie's heartbeat quickened when she saw the blue eyes.

Alex grinned and greeted everyone in turn. Natalie sat at the end of the table and was the last he said his hello to. Naturally, he hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "Nice to see you!"

Natalie hugged him back, breathing in his scent and hoping her heart wasn't pounding too loudly. "It's nice to see you, too!" The moment was already over and Alex dropped onto the only free seat across from her.

Now that they were complete, Tom could begin serving. There were steaks, skewers and, for the vegetarians, plenty of grilled vegetables to go with all the side dishes. It was a relaxed gathering.

Natalie found out, in passing, that Alex had been in L.A. for two days and would be staying for a little more than over a week. Ben would still have to explain to her why he had kept all this from her!

As the evening progressed, the better it got. Of course, that was partly due to the wine, but also to the many stories that were told. Music was playing in the background the whole time, which was turned up louder after the meal. Tom and Ben's dogs ran between them, trying to catch a bite or two.

The group gradually broke away from the rigid seating arrangement at dinner. Some more or less danced, others moved up a chair to have a better conversation with whoever was sitting there.

So it happened that suddenly, Alex was sitting next to Natalie. "Cheers!" He held out his glass to her. She clinked glasses with him and their eyes met. According to an old German custom, you had to look each other in the eye while toasting if you didn't want to risk seven years of bad sex. She didn't know if that was common in Denmark, but Alex didn't avoid her eyes, but held them. Again, she felt her heart rate increase.

"Nice coat." She commented on his exceptionally chic outfit for a dinner with friends.

"Oh, that's only because I was at the GQ Awards!" laughed Alex, "I couldn't show up in jeans and sneakers like I normally do." He told her a little bit about the event. He sounded casual, not like he'd just been to one of the city's biggest partys. He didn't drop big names, but talked about the atmosphere, the good food, and the tiring drive through hellish L.A. traffic. He more or less complained that he'd spent most of the day just sitting, at the event, in the car, at dinner. He had the feeling that he had to stretch his legs and asked her if she would like to walk around the property with him. Natalie didn't have to think twice to say yes. Alex poured more wine for both of them, they took their glasses and went down the few steps of the terrace into the spacious garden.

In the meantime, it had gotten dark, and the lanterns were the only things that still lit up the paved path through the large garden. The path was narrow and so it came to small touches of both their arms from time to time. It led around the large pool with a waterfall and past the rose bushes and garlands that Tom had planted for Helena, a small viewing platform with a great view over the city.

Alex and Natalie leaned against the railing and enjoyed the view for a moment. The Hollywood Hills could be seen in the distance. "Ever been there?" Alex asked, pointing in the direction of the famous writing.

Natalie said, "No, it hasn't happened yet. I'm not so sure if I would make it all the way up there," she joked, "I'm not in the best condition."

"That's easy to find out! How about tomorrow morning?" he grinned.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid that's not a good idea after all the wine tonight!" Natalie laughed.

"Well, you're probably right there," he nodded in agreement, "Maybe another day. By the way, I think it's a nice coincidence that we're both in town at the same time. Funny though, that we both have to fly 9000km to see each other when there are only a few hundred of them between us at home."

"That's right. But at home we wouldn't have such a great view either or such nice weather. It only rains in Denmark, doesn't it?” She grinned, knowing that wasn't true at all.

He promptly protested. "Hey, you haven't experienced a real Scandinavian summer yet!"

"No, definitely not!"

"Well, then I'll have to fly you out in a few weeks and show you how beautiful Copenhagen can be!" Natalie looked surprised but Alex added to his invitation by listing which café served the best Danish breakfast and where the best place to enjoy the sun would be. At the moment, however, he did not mention that this was still best done on his own terrace at home. "Well, you absolutely have to come!" he confirmed his suggestion.

"I'd really like that," she replied and meant it.

Natalie now put her glass on the floor next to her, because she had just drunk the last sip of wine. The light from the lanterns was sparse, but it was enough for Alex to survey the silhouette of her figure as she bent down. Her dress was tight, emphasizing her shapely body. It was sexy and yet it had class.

Natalie quickly stood next to him again and Alex tried to appear as unaffected as possible. She, on the other hand, wrapped her arms around her body, it was a bit breezy on the platform.

"You're getting cold," Alex stated and before Natalie could even react, he had taken off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thank you!" she smiled happily.

"Of course," he returned her smile.

Even in this dim light, his eyes still seemed to shine. She didn't know if it was the wine, his smile, or the light breeze blowing off the mountains, but she felt her face flush and was glad it was too dark for Alex to see. Now that he was out of his coat, his muscular upper arms were revealed. The white T-shirt not only stretched over his biceps, his abs also showed underneath.

She wrapped his coat tighter around her, wrapping herself in the warm fabric. Alex reached out and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in a little to warm her. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying the feeling of his hand caressing her.

Alex took this as an "okay" and put his other arm around her, too, wrapping it around her. She grabbed it as he now pulled her in front of him to be able to hold her even tighter, and she didn't protest, but pressed her back against his upper body. Alex rested his head on her shoulder, their cheeks touching. The warmth of his body against her back relaxed her, her fingers absently stroking his arm. He dropped his hand until he found hers and their fingers intertwined.

As they stood there, the wind carrying the music from the house, Alex began to hum softly in her ear. Together, they swayed to the beat of the music until Alex turned her around, wrapped his arms around her waist inside the coat, and pulled her towards him.

Still, they moved to the sound spilling across the garden. Alex smiled at her as his hands slowly traveled up from her hips, along her sides, up her arms and to her shoulders. He took her face into his hands, running his thumb over her cheek. Their eyes were locked in each other's. They stayed that way as Alex slowly approached. As she closed her eyes, she saw him licking his lips. When his mouth met hers, she felt like everything inside her was going to tighten. He felt so good. The kiss was gentle and soft. Alex took his time to taste her lips before letting his tongue find its way, exploring her mouth, playing with her tongue. Her hands reached out to him for support, clawing at his t-shirt. Alex's kiss grew more intense, more demanding, his heart beating faster under her hands.

After what felt like an eternity, they let go of each other, both breathless. Alex still had his hand on her back, stroking her. Leaning her head against his chest, she heard him say that maybe they should slowly go back to the house. She no longer wanted the company of the others, but they couldn't stay there forever.

He seemed to read her mind. "Are you still cold? Would you rather go inside?” She wasn't cold anymore, but it was just the right excuse for her, so she said yes. Alex took her hand and they walked back to the mansion. The circular path that ran through the garden now led them to the other side of the building, so they escaped the others.

Natalie opened the sliding glass door to the living room and pulled Alex into the warmth. She turned to him.

"My guest room is upstairs." Her gaze pointed up the sweeping wide staircase. He was only too happy to accept the invitation and more enthusiastically than Natalie had expected. His gaze followed hers, looked back at her, gripped her hand tighter and led the way up the stairs. She allowed him to take her to the first floor without protest.

Once there, she pointed in the direction of the door at the end of the long hallway. Alex purposefully walked towards it, but then pushed her in front of him, so she could open the door to her bedroom for him. With a quick movement he pulled her into his arms and kicked the door shut behind him with his foot as he began to kiss her.

Then, for a moment, he let go of her and began to pull his coat off her. "You don't need this anymore." The designer piece landed unnoticed on the floor.

Already, his hands were on her body again. With a practiced grip, he grabbed her, lifted her, and carried her over to the bed, laying her gently on it. Instead of lying down next to her as she expected, Alex stayed at the foot of the king size bed. She leaned on her forearms, straightened her upper body, and saw him kneel down and began to undo the straps of her high heels. First one, then the other. Her hands kept stroking her knuckles, his eyes never turning away from hers.

When the shoes were on the floor, he straightened up and from there made his way up to her from the foot end. His hands ran down her legs, kissing her skin again and again as he slowly inched closer to her.

Her dress had ridden up a bit. Now, as he moved upwards, beneath the dark green, he caught a glimpse of a piece of black lace. His hands pushed the dress up a notch while his mouth explored the soft skin on the inside of her thighs.

She had long since leaned back. She now enjoyed the touch of Alex lips on her body, but finally, he lifted his head and slid his way the last bit up to her. His hand ran down her sides, found the zipper on her dress, and unzipped it. The dress was tight, but with a sharp tug, Alex freed her and threw it onto the floor next to the coat and her shoes. She lay in front of him, only in her underwear.

He withdrew from her, standing at the foot of the bed again.

She watched him as he now undressed one piece of clothing after the other, never taking his eyes off her. He pulled his white t-shirt over his head, dropped it, and now stood in front of her in his black boxers.

His hands gripped the band of his Calvin Kleins as he slowly pulled them off. She let go of his gaze and let her eyes wander down to what his hands were doing. His underpants slipped to the floor, revealing what was hidden underneath. She exhaled and prepared to crawl to the foot of the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, looked up at Alex, and reached out to him.

His stomach muscles tightened under her palms and he placed his hands on hers. Their eyes locked together. His fingers trailed down her arms to her face. He bent down and kissed her, letting his hands wander until he could grab her hair. With one hand he undid her braid. Golden strands cascaded down her back.

Alex grabbed her hips and pushed her back onto the bed. This time, however, he joined her, bending over her, his face directly over hers. He didn't let go of her, ran his fingers over her skin, seeming to explore every inch of it.

Only with his fingertips did he stroke the insides of her thighs, making her shiver. Then his hand slowly wandered up, only the fabric of her panties separating it from her skin, as he ran over her middle, to her stomach, to the base of her breasts. Her body reacted to the slightest touch from him, pressed against his hand. She was hungry for him, wanted to feel him, taste him.

He knew what he was doing and the effect he was having on her, how much she wanted him. Deliberately taking his time, he just looked at her. He saw the hunger in her emerald eyes, the blush on her cheeks, and the way she licked her lips.

Then he finally gave in, leaning towards her, and when his lips touched hers, it was almost like an electric shock. She wrapped her arm around his neck and dug her fingernails into his thick, dark brown hair. His lips were soft, his kisses gentle, until his tongue parted her lips, found its way to her tongue, and the softness gave way to passion. His hand didn't stop stroking her. He ran his thumb under the top of her black bra, stroked her breasts, almost touched her nipples, but withdrew his hand and with his quick movement undid the front clasp of her bra.

She lowered her arm so he could free her from the piece of cloth that ended up somewhere on the bedroom floor. Against her will, his tongue withdrew from her mouth, his face moved a few inches away from hers. He bit his lower lip in anticipation. His hand stroked her cheek, traveled down her neck, her collarbone, and rested between her breasts for a moment. He felt her heartbeat increase, even though he was doing almost nothing except looking at her and enjoying the sight of her perfectly formed cups. Then he leaned down to her, his hand moved to the right, cupping her left breast, squeezing it only lightly while his mouth found her right nipple, sucking it in slightly, playing with it with his tongue.

Now, she could no longer suppress a groan; she enjoyed his touch too much. He looked up and grinned contentedly. He straightened up a little, slipped his arms under her body, and lifted her up a bit so that he was now directly above her. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she pulled him down to her, wanting to feel his mouth on hers. While their tongues played with each other, his hands stroked down her spine. Again, she hardly felt the touch. She could only guess, which only increased her desire. So she didn't protest when she felt his fingers under her panties.

With the other arm he held her body tightly, creating a few centimeters of air to enclose her buttocks. His grip tightened, his kisses deepened. With a quick jerk he finally slid her panties down over her hips, a practiced move, and the piece of cloth had slipped down her legs and off her feet.

She felt the palms of his hand on her back as he pulled her closer to him. His grip was strong yet gentle. His body consisted almost entirely of muscles, his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his well-toned back. She didn't think he would feel so good. She couldn't keep her hands off him. His skin felt hot under her fingers as she stroked his chest, feeling his stomach muscles flex as she stroked it. His hand grabbed hers, pressed her close to his body and moved her further down.

He kept looking at her as he pushed her hand deeper and deeper. First it was just her fingertips, then her whole hand that lay over his shaft. With a kiss he stifled the moan that escaped her and closed her hand around his cock. Slowly he began to move her hand up and down, but all too willingly she took over. Under her pressure he became completely hard and she could already guess how massive he would feel if he were inside her.

His pulse quickened, the warmth spread through his body. His kisses became more demanding. He grabbed her, grabbed her waist and gripped a little harder than he intended. Almost greedily he pressed her even closer to him so that there was hardly any space between them. Her pelvis pushed so close to his, she felt him clearly between her legs. Her hand was more of a nuisance now, so she pulled it back and pressed her pelvis against his.

He felt her heat and rubbed against her a few times. His face moved a little away from hers, wanting to watch what was about to happen next.

He slipped his arms under her hips and positioned her exactly where he wanted her. She looked at him expectantly, but he didn't want to redeem her directly yet. Instead, he slipped his hand between them, rubbing it over her center, letting it slide further down, only to find how much she really wanted him. Easily, he slipped his finger in and out of her a few times, which she acknowledged with a distinct moan. She wanted more than just his finger, and he didn't want to wait any longer either.

When she felt his tip at her opening, she pushed against him. He took his time, knowing that he could suddenly be too much for her. And so he slowly got closer to her, filling her more and more while her fingernails clawed deeper into his muscular arms. Until finally, he was as close to her as he wanted and began to move rhythmically inside her.

He still looked into her face, saw her pink, full lips, her mouth slightly parted. Heard her breathing quicken as he intensified his movements. She closed her eyes, wanting to fully savor the feeling of him inside her.

She lowered her arms, letting them fall onto the cool sheets, clutching them as he thrust harder and harder. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. His hands caressed her body, stroking the soft skin of her breasts and her hard nipples.

He explored her with his mouth, playing with her, hearing her moan into his mouth whenever he was fully inside her, letting him know she was enjoying what he was doing, showed him by reaching out to him. He grabbed her hands, stretched her arms over her head, and held her there. His mouth traveled from hers to her neck, sending soft kisses down her skin. She felt his breath on her ear as he nibbled lightly on it, heard his pleasure increasing with every thrust inside her. Her hands clasped together, and she held onto him as she felt drawn deeper and deeper into the dark ocean of his blue eyes. She wished it would never end but realized how close he was to the brink.

He also knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, unlike her. With one hand he kept a firm grip on her while the other sought her center.

She gasped as he slipped an extra finger inside her, only to immediately slide it back up until he found her bud. He rubbed her gently while his cock moved harder than before deep inside her. Heat spread between their bodies, sweat formed on their skin.

Alex's hand applied more pressure, his moan deepening. She felt herself losing control, her body reaching out to him of its own accord. He felt her tense, enclosing him even tighter, which finally plunged him into the depths. An almost animalistic growl escaped his open mouth as Alex arched his back and came inside her with one last hard thrust. Her eyes snapped open, gasping for breath as she finally hit her climax at the same time she felt Alex cumming inside her. Her hand reached for his, stopping his finger still rubbing her bud as her orgasm slowly ebbed away.

Alex moved inside her a few more times, finally relaxing and coming to rest on her with his upper body. Both were breathing heavily, only slowly their heartbeats calmed down again. They just lay there for a moment, his head resting on her neck, her arms wrapped around his. She stroked the back of his neck, ruffling the mop of dark hair that rose as Alex kissed her gently and then he carefully pulled out of her.

For a while, they just lay next to each other, unable to keep their hands off each other. Eventually, Natalie turned towards the window, gripping Alex's arm so that she pulled him with her. They lay there tightly embraced, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness until one by one they fell asleep.

#alex høgh andersen #fiction #fanfic #ivar the boneless #writing #short fiction #short story

[georjeez]

tumblrina All In thoughts/review/whatever

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

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

hook vs jungle boy pretty good

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

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

FTR >>>>>>>>

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

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

love sting and his stupid joker thing

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

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

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

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

#no one cares for my wrestling opinions cus I never post them but I'm drunk and super excited still ♥️ #me.txt #aew #all in

[jbird-the-manwich]

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

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

[limbushusbandry]

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

-heathcliff

hey char bys girlie yuou want a skewer

yes. Charon loves you more than anything random hesthcliff

#mod charon

[ishaslife]

The Night of Tento-okuri

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#hien ffxiv #hien rijin #warrior of light #wol x hien #wol #wol ffxiv #ffxiv hien #rise hien simps #final fantasy stormblood #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ffxiv #video games

[missguomeiyun]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This place!

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

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

Weird. .. advertising for another dining establishment.

At the entrance.

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

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

Interior 1

Interior 2

Interior 3

Interior 4

Interior 5

Interior 5

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

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

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

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

My laksa!!!

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

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

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

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

#travel #travel post #travel blog #vancouver #yvr #vancouver downtown #hotel #check in #burrard #banana leaf #food #lunch #malaysian cuisine #laksa #yummy

[cnnamono]

If Genshin Impact Characters were Master Attendants

+ their food souls are based on their respective special dishes 

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

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

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

Master Attendant Xiao, Food Soul Almond Tofu here

#genshin impact characters and their special dishes #genshin impact #special dishes #head canon #crossover #fan edit #food fantasy #if genshin impact characters were master attendants #food souls are special dishes #food souls #amber #ff steak #kaeya #ff skewer #venti #remy the rat #ratatouille #I suck at photoshop #attempt of photoshop #photoshop #cnnamono #edits #ff master attendant

[haohime]

For @kitemasu-san 💛

#food fantasy #ff skewer

[blakeandaffairs]

Food Fantasy Monocolored Series 2/?

#food fantasy #ff steak #ff wuyi da hong pao #ff bibimbap #ff dragon & phoenix #ff sweet tofu #ff skewer #ff minestrone #ff sichuan hotpot #ff spaghetti #ff borscht #ff boston lobster #ff napoleon cake #ff mapo tofu #ff ddeobokki #ff pizza #ff tom yum #ff tangyuan #ff apple pie #ff turducken #ff hawthorne ball

[ice-arena-meltdown]

Headcanon #10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#food fantasy #food fantasy headcanon #ff sandwich #ff hawthorne ball #ff jiuniang #ff jello #ff pudding #ff cheese #ff takoyaki #ff skewer #ff ume ochazuke #ff rice #ff pancake #doenjang is doing her own thing #and not everyone joins in #this isn't mandatory or anything #did i forget anyone? #omurice and strawberry daifuku are fishing #because miss her with that noise #toast is at the front of the house #because he's the responsible one #thanks toast #and popcorn is at the movies #original #mod kit

[art-geekm]

Day 3: Draw your restaurant staff

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

Day 3/31

#ff pudding #ff rice #ff jiuniang #ff pancake #ff skewer #ff hawthorne ball #food fantasy #31dayfoodfan #october art challenge

[souseisekiamazing]

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

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

#food fantasy #ff skewer #moodboard #i love kda and its strong in this shshdsdhdsh #but pruple and blue together is just chefs kiss

[yandere-vale]

Yandere Skewer Headcanons.

“You will always be at my side so behave and do as your told or I’ll have to hurt you. And we BOTH know you don’t want that.”

* You weren’t Silent Snow and Skewer knew it, so why does she have to tell herself this when she finds herself staring at you a bit too long. Something that’s been happening more recently.

* At first, Skewer doesn’t know what these feelings and thoughts were all about. She found herself getting angry(well more then usual) and snapping at others for littler and littler offensives.  * The only exception of this was when she was around you. When she as working with you in the kitchen, or even when she was sharing some spicy food with you. A smile that stretched almost ear to ear adorns her face when ever it’s just you and her. She’s much more guarded when other food souls or humans are around however. * Why were all of her thoughts about you? Why did she find herself wanting to hold you in her arms? Why did she want to pepper your cheeks and neck with kisses? Why were the thoughts getting darker then that?  * Why was she reminded of the chains she used as a leash for Silent Snow whenever her fingers grazed along your neck and collar bone.  * She wants you to stay by her side, she wants you to spend your time with her and not those others who aren’t worth both of your time.  * Skewer doesn’t like it when others are bothering you, or in her eyes they are taking you away from her. She won’t allow that to happen. Those people forced her to give up the one thing that made her day brighter. Never again. She will never allow history to repeat.  * She’d kidnap you quickly, I’m thinking it’s when she shares a private meal with just the two of you. Drugging your drink with something to make you docile, something to make you tame.  * The chains won’t hurt you, but their bite is colder then the snow of winter. And they only seem to get colder with her anger. She doesn’t like it when you howl at her, barking at her for your freedom. You don’t need to be free. You need to be by, and to stay by her side. You will stay by her side.

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