#looks like a diety

[yuhlmaooo]

LU Links as random images on my phone (a thread)

#linked universe #ignore fierce diety there #he's honorary so shhhh #im here to preach about pyromaniac war's like look at him! #go crazy with these idk

[rainedroptalks]

New ship of Theseus paradox: if you kill and resurrect a god enough times with your belief, is it still the same god

#ramblings #does a diety have memories…. #when a god is what people believe it is #is it still the same diety that died #or a new thing that just looks like what it once was #Cassandra I am looking directly at you

[blorbologist]

Cat among the pigeons

[Just a lil something set in the 1-year timeskip ]

There’s a cat crammed in a rat-cage.

Vex squints dangerously at the old halfling - Staffen, she thinks - presenting her with this catch. “What’s this?”

“Lady Vex’ahlia,” they say, and her irritation is immediately soothed by the title, “this cat has been slinking about the castle since its reclaiming. It has evaded capture - until now.”

“And you’re bringing her to me, because…”

Staffen adjusts the glasses on their nose one-handed - a touch difficult, with a growling feline spinning in the cage to spit at them. “As Grand Mistress of the Grey hunt” - Vex straightens further and does her best to maintain a small and not outrageous smile - “the beasts of the Patchwood and Whitestone are your domain. And, ah - this is most certainly a beast. She has killed several of the new messenger pigeons, even got into the henhouse.” 

Vex motions for Staffen to put the cage on her desk - a scarred thing, repurposed from the surviving furniture in the castle. Being so new to the Chamber, she did not want to waste funds when perfectly good desks were available to her. 

She then immediately shucks her jacket and throws it over the cage. The growling lowers to a mumble. 

“Why the hells did you catch her?” she exclaims. It takes a deep breath to steel herself - thankfully, Staffen hardly looks perturbed, as though they expect overreaction from nobility. “She survived the Briarwoods and now, what - you want to kick her out? Who knows how many mice would run the place if not for her. And those would be far worse for the stores.” 

They rub at their bald head. “I must note that, as you astutely said, the creature was likely present during the reign of those monsters.” Now their mouth curls into a pained snarl - all too common a reaction to the usurpers. It’s either exhausted relief that it’s done or vicious hurt and anger it happened at all. “How could any good, gods-fearing animal survive-”

“We’re animals too, darling,” Vex says. She fishes for some jerky in her desk - only Trinket’s good manners keep him out. “If Cassandra made it through those dark years alive, I don’t doubt this dear could, too.”

Without lifting the shroud of darkness, Vex slides an open palm of dried meat to where the feline protests are coming from. 

She shoots the halfling a very, very smug look over the cage and jacket as the growling stops and a barbed tongue rasps over her fingers. 

“I’d be a fool to fire such a diligent worker,” she preens.

--

It’s only a day or two later Vex is able to get Pelora (apparently a common name children give pale or ginger mollies in Whitestone - the daughter of Cassandra’s valet names her) to stop and enjoy some scritches as she pads by. Positive reinforcement is doing wonders for the poor thing - her ears are ragged ruins, her nerves even worse. Despite helping herself to castle fowl she’s skin and bones underneath.

It’s a delightful surprise, if not a betrayal, to find the cat stole her spot a week after their meeting.

“Percy, darling,” she calls as she slips into his office, a plate heaped with lunch for both of them in one hand. 

In an unusual turn, Percival is not pouring over some request for funding or aid or another. Handling citizenship applications from refugees looking to move to Whitestone in a more permanent manner had been the subject of much of his attention.

Which is why Vex made a point to show up and make herself subject of his attention, when she could. 

His head shoots up to meet her gaze, glasses most of the way down his nose. Percy smirks and brings a finger to his lips. Shh.

Curiosity piqued, Vex tiptoes over, silently setting their plate on a somewhat clear spot. She thinks that document can handle a few crumbs. 

Pelora is curled in his lap, purring. As if sensing Vex she opens her eyes - the fluffy mouser trills, flipping to show her belly. Her paws knead the air.

Vex stifles a snicker behind her hand. 

“She stole my spot!” she giggles.

Percy laughs hard enough to piss off the cat. She leaves in a huff, tail high. Vex, at least, keeps her word and seats herself in the space thus vacated. Percy’s such a pleasant shade of red when she does it - hard to resist kissing his cheek before digging in.

#critical role #perc'ahlia #percahlia #vex'ahlia #percival de rolo #cr fanfic #critical role fanfic #just a lil snippet that didnt make the cut BUT is still awfully cute for what it is #LOOK you know how many cats are named Leo or Simba or Kitty or Luna or Midnight n shit #I feel like diety derived names would be common! and Pelor is one of Whitestone's patron gods #so - feminine version of Pelor being a common name for pale female cats #I feel like cats are associated w Pelor in Whitestone anyways - given they love to sunbathe and do not fear the dark #campaign 1 #vox machina

[noxturnol]

next old oc for oc-tober is vien! he used to be the daemon king of storms before his kingdom was destroyed in an attempt to conquer the rest of the kingdoms. he cast away his blade-and most of his memories with it-due to the guilt of his loss

#oc #original character #undead #art #humanoid #king #diety #noxenart #yes I know he looks like veego league o leg he was originally my attempt at redesigning him out of spite #oc-tober

[trollbreak]

So like. Falling in love with the night sky and the universe it’s held within. Fishys and Ghosti both grew up telling their days to the stars with a smile. Ghosti looked until she couldn’t see any more, and Fishys joined them in the void. They still turn to the stars every night to have their little chats, as much love in their eyes as ever. And um. Maybe, sometimes, they’re both facing the right direction so that their little one-sided letters are almost spoken to each other, just with a couple of light years between them.

#ghosti #fishys #IM HAVING FEELINGS ABOUT WHEN CHARACTER LOOKS AT THE SKY WITH ALL OF THE LOVE IN THE WORLD #AND LIKE??? SUNNE’S STARS DIETY IS SO <3 THEY DESERVE IT #but even without that… agh #the night sky was my first love #and I think even when I have nothing else it’s beauty will remain #sometimes u look up there and become enraptured with the image of sinking your hands into the void like water to bring the stars and the #noon just a little closer for a kiss

[phoenixcatch7]

Been reading svsss fanfic and fan content for nearly two years now and I gotta say I am appalled by the lack of diety bros!sqq and sqh.

Like, we don't have nearly enough creator deity sqh anyway (the feral ones are e x q u i s i t e) but I haven't seen any where sqq is on the same level!

Consider: at one point in the past sy, in full hater inglory, starting (accidentally or otherwise) a full scale fan war over pidw. Trolls rampaging through comment sections, toxic ship wars spilling into social media sites and trending for days, streams of hate mail, attempts at doxxing poor sqh even. It culminates in the crashing of the entire site he posts on, obliterating the chapter he was working on and the site admins banning his work.

For the days it takes for him to get it put back up with his account unsuspended sqh suffers, and he almost successfully gets peerless cucumbers account terminated for starting it until he realises that pc jumped right back to paying for chapters and extra content like he was doing even in the final days of the war. Like he never did anything. Yeah, like he'll be forgetting that username any time soon.

Skip to the final chapter, and the fan war has calmed down, and actually benefitted sqh in the long run by giving pidw such a huge cultural platform. He posts, sy responds with the most scathing vitriol he's ever commented (having successfully pressed send before his body gave out) with allusions to another fan war surely brewing, and sqh jumps from his chair in fury and terror - he's on complete burnout, he hasn't got anything left to give, he can't afford to go through that again -

Trips, spills, the ramen gets everywhere. Killed by his own sparking computer, he dies before he sees the files corrupt, the entirety of pidw corroding away into terabytes of faulty static.

They both die within minutes of each other, sqh, the creator of pidw -

And sqq, who destroyed it.

#I just think that'd be incredible to read #I love healthy cuplane but sometimes I just think they aren't vicious enough #The parallels in the book are already close enough #It'd just take a couple small adjustments and BAM #barely an au but so feral #Yin yang connection where sy is the great evil with a genuinely kind personality hidden away #And sqh the great creator who scurries around helping people out who might stone his favourite oc to death with his bare hands #Sqh holds the most sincere hatred for pc for the longest time and vice versa but then they meet in pidw #And it's been long enough that a screaming match venting it all cleanses most of the active loathing #I'd like to think they end up getting along and feeding each others diety complexes when they discover #Their influences in regard to the world remain #Also I am in desperate need of a Ultimate Regress Forms where sqh is all lines of code and sqq is made of error messages and glitching stat #No one in svsss would have any idea what they were looking at #It'd be so delicious #If you want to go extra angsty: yqy seeing and realising sj has been taken away but being helpless against what replaced him #Lbh having weird dreams hearing them talking together like the Minecraft people end scene #Mbj would of course both find it hot and have a full crisis of hierarchy if he found out #Sqh: glowing from behind eyes blank text streaming behind him I WEAVE THE THREADS OF REALITY TO MY WHIM #Sqq: movements lagging behind sound of static face glitching horribly SUCKS FOR YOU I HAVE A BIG PAIR OF SCISSORS THEN #svsss #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #shen yuan #cumplane #shang qinghua #moshang #bingqiu #shen qingqiu

[sidhedust]

Not sure if that person was super serious or not but people really get their panties in a twist over this kind of stuff. And so do I, in a way-I use very specific words and phrases to refer to specific groups of creatures, dieties, and spirits, because it helps organize Tovera MUCH better, and it also helps people that know their stuff detect which supernatural being of the week is going to come into play within an arc.

Aos si, Tuathe De Danann, Other Crowd, ALWAYS refers to the folk of Ireland/Scotland/Wales. Kami always means Japanese spirits/gods, tetotl for Aztec ones, akua for Hawaiian dieties etc etc. If I ever describe any other spirit type, especially ones I made up, I use sprite, spirit, neighbor (which has UK connotations but it's generic enough to kinda describe every supernatural being ever) or my own made up words for my own demigod clans/creatures.

Of course, if I ever translate my stuff, some things have to give, and I have to give up my purist tendencies. And that's okay. Because even in the original languages these words come from, they cover a LOT of beings (akua especially, which ranges from gods to bad spirits-kami too, for that matter).

But anyway, the point is that it isn't serious lol. No two people see folklore the same and people are allowed to take liberties...as long as it's cool. The next YA author making a book about fairies and makes them indistinguishable from Instagram models except they have sharp ears gets the axe, and the next Fate/GO artist reimagining mother goddesses and dark skinned gods as pale skinned 10 year old girls also gets it.

#sidhedust rambles #have y'all SEEN the aztec gods...how do you get a job to draw a diety from a place full of tan to dark skinned people #and NONE of the gods drawn even look like the population of the country they're FROM #Tezcatlipoca and Tlaloc look atrocious-great character designs but not good designs for the diety they represent #I DROPPED fate for stuff like this like if you're gonna make everything fap bait and not cool then I'm out

[earl-grey-love]

I decided to romance Cullen. I was gonna go for Blackwall, but I cannot stand that "I don't deserve you" narrative. I understand why he acts like that but it doesn't make it any less off putting. Personal preference really.

Plus, I think Shila deserves a nice boy who sees her for who she is. No drama, just smooching the pretty commander.

#I do love Blackwall #I think hes compelling and attractive #no tank Id rather have in my life #but I dated people who wouldnt stop praising me like I was some diety and it got tiring real fast #im just a guy nothing else #i am a guy i am only capable of being a guy #so yea that narrative is instant ick #but the longing looks and anxiety over safety from Cullen? #sign me right up for that #I will never say no #sunny speaks

[ruckis-vandalizes]

a crimmy gift for @yourlightningfox :D I call it "Two gods of insanity, one god of chaos", or alternatively, "the known universe and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day"

Furhn is also here, because lore @6clawdy6

#ruckis vandalizes #infurhnataeum #kitsuneoctua #purple #furhn #order of the stars #comic sick #if the watch is wrong I had to improvise because I asked for what it looked like and didn't get an answer on time #art #drawing #artists on tumblr #kitsune #original character #diety #divinity #gift art #god of insanity #god of chaos #digital art

[potatoesandsunshine]

like i'm just saying if i was in pjo it would take less than a day for me to be on team "let's kill the gods" i wouldn't even need the sales pitch i'd just look around and be like ok. seems like the thing to do.

#this is not hating i really do think it's a great franchise lmao listen that first series became my personality #but you can't look at that world and be like yeah. this status quo is good and works. #the characters dont think that either!! they just dont have any power!! #it's the powerlessness of being a kid and also yoh live in a world where fate is real and also there are literally dieties that live at the #top of the empire state building whit phenomenal power that just do not give a shit about you #like bro come on. come on. #idk why i am thinking about this kids series tonight i promise i am not a person who thinks my nostalgia picks are the height of all media #i SWEAR to you. it's just like listen. those kids have to start stealing more or something how are they supposed to live this way

[hematomes]

saw a tiktok witch say she was working w "hatsuni miku" as a pop culture diety and now im seriously wondering if some ppl are trying to work with shouki no kami as their pop culture diety

#not to be a faithless bastard but that looks a lot like delusions and psychosis and not. god work #then again ion know anything abt chaos magic. but yk. stay safe or smth #also don't misspell hatsune miku's name. if she's ur diety the least u can do is respect her smh

[taviokapudding]

A question for everyone who’s ever had a food allergy reaction Do y’all also see a 8ft tall women in black when you have a super close call with death?

The only time I was conscious enough to really interact with her, she gave me a lecture about self harm in this weird liminal, waiting room space. She made this dark but glittery tea that tasted like roses (also her skinny and long black dog kept semi distracting me by asking for pets) but basically chewed me out before leading me to a door and I properly woke up. It felt like we spoke for hours but it was maybe 5min out time. That was a couple years ago, I’m better off now, but the issue is I do see her in the corner of my eye sometimes when there’s ambulance noises in my neighborhood (pandemic things, near car accidents, or if there’s a fire). Like 3hrs beige my dad had a thrombosis in December of 2020, I spotted her dog by our home and tried to feed it but it kept giving me a concerned look, as if I wasn’t supposed to notice it.

Anyways on Monday (6/6/2022) I discovered the hard way I’m allergic to shrimp. I fought all day not to sleep from the Zyrtec I took but around 9pm, as I was falling asleep, I spotted her in the corner of my bedroom and all I heard was a frustrated “Again?” a page flip, and then a panicked “It’s too early!!” I blinked and it was 8am, Tuesday morning. Idk if it’s the Zyrtec (because I’ll be fully sober in many of the instances) or if I just keep running into my assigned afterlife guide or possibly death herself. Like I’m not sure if she’s aware I do spot her now but to her credit I have almost died so often that idk if it’s a side effect of walking the line, ya know? Anyways, asking because I don’t use Benadryl so I’m at a loss since nobody else around me notices her and she used to only appear when I had food allergy reactions so I figured maybe someone knows who I’m talking about

#mun post #every time I mention the woman in black to irls they look at me like I’m crazy and it’s frustrating #mostly because I want to thank her and if she can interact with our dimension I want to giver her snacks #the cloak or robe thing she wears is so long and obscured her face but like imagine every comforting mother voice in one person and #when I see her distressingly going to a different assignment she’ll sometimes hunch over in stress to make it to the location #anyways I’d anybody knows who she is or if she’s maybe a diety I keep spotting- lemme know #also he dog’s fur is so sort and he doesn’t really have a face #just like small black beady eyes and a long black tongue from a large mouth full of pointy teeth #i swear it’s very kind but it has this scary appearance and is like 5ft long #food allergy #Zyrtec

[last-flight-of-fancy]

Hallima and Halone

Timeline: Myths of the Realm Raid Series

There is a certain level of absurdity that Hallima's life has reached when meeting the Gods Themselves ranks as only in the top five strangest things that has happened to them.

It's strange and awkward and feels like hearth and home in a myriad of ways. They are kind and distant and ephemeral. Hallima doesn't know how to feel about them, so they don't think about it, instead treading moment to moment as needed. It works, mostly.

There is one in particular though, where the feeling is more confused than the rest.

When Hallima was still very young, newly stumbled into the borders of Gridania, some local witch or seer had paused walking by him on the road, staring at him with a thoughtful gaze. Hallima hadn't thought much of it, glaring back with fists clenched- he knew he looked strange, covered in hard scales and tattered rags. This was nothing new.

"You are a long way from home, child." The seer had spoken, voice measured and even. Hallima said nothing. There was nothing to say.

After a long moment the seer's companions had called out to them, realising they had fallen behind, and they sighed softly. They reached into their robes and pull out a small packet which they hold out to Hallima.

Hallima doesn't take it, stepping back mistrustfully.

(how old had they been then? Barely past the Hyur seer's kneecaps.)

"Just some food. I have nothing else to offer I'm afraid. Fury guide you, child."

"Fury?" It's the first thing Hallima has said to the seer. Or anyone in a very long time.

"Your Guardian God." The seer smiles just a little. "Halone the Fury. It's a little gift I have, to see these things."

Later through much observation and eavesdropping Hallima would learn that Halone was the Goddess of Ice and War, benefactor of the benevolent and faithful.

It never quite sat right with Hallima. They never liked the cold.

(They never did talk about it with Sidurgu, but they don't really have to. They've settled into a comfortable balance of irrelevant truths that lay by the wayside of their brotherhood.)

(They do talk about it with Aymeric, the blur of half-remembered memories and suspicions and the weight of Ishgard's sins. It's a rough conversation, but they do feel better afterwards.)

And then Hallima meets Halone herself, and all of it comes rushing back.

They know that the Gods do not intervene in the lives of mortals. The things done in Their names were not necessarily by their will. This does not stop some bitter part of Hallima's heart (one that sounds suspiciously like Esteem) from laying some blame at the feet of the Goddess for what could have been.

The Gods call on Hallima to talk, and always the obediant puppet, Hallima goes.

(Too far, Esteem)

They approach Halone, and Halone smiles at first, greeting them with aplomb. Then her smile falls, taking in the expression of the Au Ra below.

(Hallima isn't used to feeling so small. It's purely because of her sheer size of course, and any chill they feel in their fingers merely the result of a phantom wind.)

"We have said before that we do not interfere in the lives of mortals. We love them, and we are shaped by their faith, but to exact our will upon them is not our wont."

She floats lower then, coming to kneel before Hallima, bringing her as close to eye-level are her size would permit.

"Our pantheon offers guidance to the lost, and we hear their prayers. We cannot act, but we always listen."

"Were you listening then?" Hallima hears themself speak as if through a fog.

"I was." She nods, her voice quiet and solemn. "They wished for victory, to bring hope and peace to their families who awaited them."

"Just them?"

Halone releases her spear, which floats gently at her side, and touches Hallima's cheek with two fingers. Soft though her appearance seems, Hallima can feel the thick callouses on them.

"Nay. I heard yours too. For safety and home."

They don't ask why she hadn't answered. That answer has already been given.

"I cannot act on the will's of our faithful, but I do regret that my name was invoked to put such pain upon you, my child." She says, and she sounds genuinely remorseful.

"I don't know if I would call myself one of your faithful."

"And such is your path to walk." The smile returns to Her face. "One I would not have any other way. A Guardian God is one given by birth, but the one you choose is yours alone, and all the more important for it. Do not feel tethered to me for such circumstances, bitter as they are. Like all my brethren, we wish for our dear children's happiness, in whatever form it may take."

Something lifts from Hallima's heart, a weight they hadn't realised they had been carrying.

"Thank you, Halone. For listening."

"Of course, my child."

#slaps this down like the unedited slop it is #look. look i cant do quests involving meeting the actual Gods and not acknowledge the sheer irony of- #-halone being hallima's guardian diety when (gestures at hallima's backstory) #(this was not intentional i totally forgot i picked halone until i was like halfway through ShB. had no context back then) #idk if theres like. established lore around guardian dieties and how theyre assigned so I Made Stuff Up #ff14 #ff14 endwalker #flight's making things again #flight's WoL tag #orion avert thine eyes #fanfic #fanfiction #(oops my own issues with god slipping in there oops oops recognition of the self in the form of the creation oops)

[sukunas-wife]

Being Sukuna’s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility

Having a shrine erected in your name because barren women believed you’d bless them with fertility despite your legacy starting with the child of the curse that torments them all

Telling your hand maids “Don’t bring me my clothes, bring me one of the kings robes.” The hand maids flinching and wanting to protest out of fear of taking the King of Curses robes

The poor naive young hand maid that had grown a crush on the king excitedly rushing if it meant she could enter the private bed chambers,

Scoffing with a malicious smile to your loyal maids when they shook their heads with Sympathy, they learned long before at such a request it would be foolish to go alone, at least 2 or 3 of them would need to go in your name, preferably the ones your husband recognized to be by your side the longest. But you didn’t like this new girl, she was too enthusiastic to work at the palace only to have a complete change in character when she learned she was assigned to work for you

“It’ll serve that poor girl right” you looked away from the door when your loyal hand maids brought out a wooden box with one of Sukuna’s folded Kimono’s they helped you dress your swollen belly accentuated by the belt the kimono tailored to fit your husband left you with extra space and length, it was far more comfortable then the Kimono’s and robes you were, the lingering smell of your husband with comforting as your rubbed your belly hands barely peeking from the massive sleeves

“Let’s go see my husband.” Was all you said as you started your walk, the maids followed close as you made it to the bed chambers, the door was open, you looked in, Sukuna sneering down at the girl laying in a pool of blood, Uraume was making quick work of the mess

Sukuna’s snapped to you and his arm’s opening in an unusual display of affection, you walked around the mess to reach him, he pulled you into his left side, one hand on your waist the other making you face him, bring his right hand up he rested his hand on your stomach “Some of your maids need a lesson on how to speak to their king,” he looked away from your face to your stomach as he started to move his hands in circles “So swollen with my child, it’s no wonder you send your maids to steal my robes.”

You smack his shoulder with a playful smile and he chuckled “Don’t say it like that you make me feel bigger than i am.”

“Now,” he looked up at your face again, “why are you here.”

You tilted your head to the side, “I started contractions this morning, I’ve been in pain all day and I’m barely standing, my new maid wouldn’t stop speaking so highly of my husband accomplishing having a child when I was at my worst pain level getting ready to push out YOUR child that I HAD to carry. Anyhow I came to get you because he is ready to come.”

Sukuna stared down at you confused “How do you know it’s a boy?”

“I’m his mother,” he watched as you placed your hand over his stilling his rubbing of your stomach, “I knew he was a boy from the day your seed took.”

Sukuna smirked “Is that so? Then let’s see this boy.”

🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤

After an hour of fighting the doctor tending to your birth you gave birth to your lively son, born screaming without needing stimulation to cry form the doctor. Your husband couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his child in his full glory, he was a boy indeed.

The help immediately gave you your son and you cooed at him when he took to your breast, your husband taking blankets from the maids and covered your son also covering you in the process as you struggled a bit to pass what came next. Your son a spitting image of his father, your breathy laugh caught Sukuna’s attention as he came back to your bed side stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach the way the help had been doing.

“What amuses you?” He watched his son slowly close his eyes as you coddled him closer.

“I’m the one who had to carry him for so long, and the ingrate took nothing from me.” You smiled and shook your head before looking up at Sukuna.

Soon the doctor left after clearing you of any possible issues and checking your son. “His name?” You looked at Sukuna and he sighed “Yuji”

The look of adoration in your eyes was something Sukuna would’ve wanted to capture forever if he could express the sentiment. However for now he’d settle for memorizing every detail of today. His wife birthing his first heir, the name she had chosen he permitted.

Maybe just maybe this world wasn’t so bad

#sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen #jjk anime #sukuna x reader #daddy sukuna

[mallowmaenad]

gordon ramsey: and this... flayed corpse of a dead god...? [gives a perplexed look]

underpaid waitress: oh yeah that's really popular actually!

gordon ramsey: oh really? then I'll have one and... the ribeye steak and minestrone soup.

underpaid waitress: coming right up!

owner: fuck. we're so fucked he ordered the flayed god.

[cut to gordon poking at the stigmata of the silently screaming skinless diety cadaver on his plate with a spoon]

gordon ramsey: Soggy, greasy. God really is dead if this place is serving shit like this.

underpaid waitress: everything okay?

gordon ramsey: is this fresh...?

waitress, holding back laughter: oh, no no no. it comes in frozen and we thaw it in the microwave.

gordon ramsay: microwaved... disgusting. and what's this sauce?

underpaid waitress: the blood of the sinners.

gordon ramsay: t-the blood of the sinners on the corpse of a flayed god?? doesn't sound very... traditional.

underpaid waitress, smirking and shaking her head: nope!

gordon ramsay: take this back to the kitchen, I'm done.

underpaid waitress: he didn't like the flayed god.

line cook from new jersey who is also the owner's brother: waddayamean! I made it perfect. Cooked ta fuckin... fuckin perfection! have I eva burnt anythin' heea... oh im gonna go give him a peesa my mind!!!

#kitchen nightmares