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andywinter16 · 1 year

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Some random headcanons for FFXV because I want to cry and hug my idiots, but sadly they´re fictional. So I wrote something to cheer us all!

- all the glaives are foreigners, there definitively were situations with mispronuciation or just simply forgetting words:

“You know what I mean, it looks like a hat.” “What? What thing like hat.” “ You can used it for cooking! And I don´t mean a pot. “Oo, you mean that thing with holes?” “Did .. did you guys meant colander?”

- Tredd is oficially banned as babysitter for Axis´s children (because teaching them how to blow up whole city ain´t good idea, Tredd)

- Luche, Sonitus, Pelna and Crowe are the type that when they drinks a hot bewerage are absolutely melting the cold inside them

-there is a tradition that before mission whoever slaps Nyx´s butt will have luck and won´t die on the deploytment. (That was proven correct many times ) Nyx was unaware of this till recently ...

- Crowe is avid tea drinker (loves green tea with lemon), absolutely hates plain black coffee with sugar

- Libertus is great at winning prizes at amusement park. Always wins so much that he gaves it away to children

- Luche never swears ... ALMOST never swears. He breaks this belief when his idiots do something EXTREMELY reckless. (or when someone was being asshole to glaives) Well, then he´s got some very colourful words for them

- Titus owns a small cabin near lake. It´s beautiful here and so calm. When he´s got a time, Titus packs his bag and take his doggie there.

- glaives have got into lot of drunken shennaningas ... like having a race with those mobility scooters

- Axis once burned water for coffee. In his defense, he didn´t sleep for like 48 hours cuz his children were ill and couldn´t sleep

- Tredd hates needles! And it doesn´t matter if it´s at doctor or tattoo artist, Tredd is scared!

- If you get ill, Pelna is the one who will take care for you. (cooking you food, buying groceris, cleaning,..) And no, he doesn´t give a damn If he gets ill himself in the process.

- Sonitus has great fashion sense. That man knows how to dress to impress. (More than once was invited as fashion guru to help pick outfit for their date)

- When Luche kiss someone he cradles their face in his hands to prolong it. The closeness and intimacy makes his heart melt

- Pelna sometimes likes to spent his time alone (to charge his energy). He usually spents somewhere out of city (some nice hike) or at home where he tinkers with computers. Also likes to play videogames, these days he enjoyed Animal Crossing.

- Nyx is playful boy and loves to make people smile. He absolutely hates when those close to him feel miserable. Whatever it takes, Nyx will make it better.

- I believe I said that before but Titus loves watching soap operas. (Rosalia, Esmerald,..) And reads absolutely sugary romances that would cause cavities. Don´t judge him, he loves good sappy ends!

- Libertus is actually big softie, If you get past his mean and guarded demeanor. Gives the best hugs and cuddles!

#random headcanon #ffxv kingsglaive #ffxv #random headcanons #final fantasy xv #luche lazarus #nyx ulric #pelna khara #crowe altius #titus drautos #libertus ostium #axis arra #tredd furia #sonitus bellum #If you´re non native English speaker #do you also have this problem with words XD

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twiggybush1-blog · 7 years

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kawy smakowe

Kawy smakowe zarówno ziarniste, jak i rozpuszczalne powstają w wyniku dodania do nich specjalnych składników czy aromatów, w wyniku czego powstają pyszne i wyśmienite w konsumpcji kawy z rumem, cynamonem, imbirem, czekoladą, toffi lub wanilią … W naszej ofercie znajdziesz: Amaretto, Ajerkoniak, Banan, Brandy z Mandarynką, Cream Brule, Chałwa, Cynamon, Cytrynka, Czekolada, Czekolada z Wanilią, Czekolada z Orzechem, Chocco-Chilli, Orzech z Czekoladą, Indyjski Bazar, Irish Cream, Irish Whisky, French Vanilla, Karmel, Kokos, Krem Orzechowy, Rafaello, Muffina, Mięta, Pięć Wysp, Paryż nocą, Kukułka, Malibu, pomarańcza, Rum, Orzech Wanilia, Wiśnia w Czekoladzie, Śliwka w Czekoladzie, Wiśnia, Snickers, Rum i Wiśnia, Wanilia, Żurawina, Zimowa Przykładowe kawy smakowe: Kawa Irish whisky Wyselekcjonowana kawa o aromacie alkoholu Baileys (whisky z kremem). Kawa Orzechowo śmietankowa Wyselekcjonowana kawa o smaku orzechów laskowych i śmietanki. Kawa na bazie Kawy Arabica. Kawa Tiramisu Wyselekcjonowana kawa Arabika aromatyzowana o aromacie Tiramisu. Kawa Orzechowa Wyselekcjonowana kawa Arabika aromatyzowana o smaku orzechów laskowych. Kawa Rumowo śmietankowa Wyselekcjonowana kawa Arabika o smaku rumu i śmietanki. Kawa na bazie kawy Arabica,Pycha !!:) Kawa Kokosowa Wyselekcjonowana kawa Arabika aromatyzowana o smaku kokosowym. Kawa Malibu Kawa o wybornym smaku Malibu. Kawa niezwykle wonna i aromatyczna na bazie kawy Arabica. Kawa Czekolada z wanilią Kawa smakowa czekoladowo – waniliowa. Wspaniała baza to czekolada i delikatna nutka wanilii Kawa Toffee Wyselekcjonowana kawa Arabika aromatyzowana o smaku toffee.

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asphyxheart · 3 years

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Two friends

WARNING : dark cardiophilia

The door bell rings. Thomas, a thin athletic white young adult with green eyes and ashen hair, stood up from the couch he was laying in and opened the door. He was waiting for a friend he has never seen in real life. Their roleplays on discord have aroused them very often and they had prepared this meeting for a very long time.

When Thomas opened the door, he saw his friend Rajka. Rajka, and his delicate coffee skin colour, his black hair, black eyes and sculptural build. He was even more beautiful than in the selfies they sent to each other. Rajka had a big smile and hugged Thomas with strenght.

- It’s good to see you friend ! How are you ?

- I am fine thank you ! Look, come, I’ve prepared everything for us since last week, I think you’ll enjoy it, Thomas said.

The appartement was filled with light from candles and the strong smell of cocoa incens just made the small pieces very cosy.

- Want some tea ?

- Oh yes please. I know you know how to prepare Indian tchai, I am dying to taste yours.

Thomas was preparing the tea when he got hugged from behind. Rajka laid his head on Thomas’back and listened to the sound heartbeat of his finally-met boyfriend.

- You weren’t lying when you were saying your heart beats very slowly. Are you always that relaxed ? I counted 42 beats per minute.

Thomas had a soft laugh.

- It’s beating like this because of an asymptomatic bradycardia. Do you like how my ticker beats for you ?

- Hush.

Thomas smiled and kept preparing the chai. Once the tea was ready, he poured it into two cups and they enjoyed the bewerage in the cosy living room. They chatted and drank, then the cups were empty. Rajka jumped on Thomas’knee and laid his head on his sternum. He listened carefully. Thomas’heart was beating slightly faster.

- It’s beating at 55 now. Are you nervous ? Rajka asked.

- Ehe…maybe a little.

Thomas removed his shirt and Rajka’s one. Bare chested, Thomas grabbed a stethoscope and gave it to his cute boyfriend, who listened to erb’s point.

- Your heart is faster again. Is that the stethoscope ?

- Yes…and you. I love you.

- I love you too.

They kissed each others. Many times. Their joy to be together inflated in their hearts, pumping rich blood faster and making Thomas flush and get hard. Which, as Rajka was sitting on Thomas’knees, he felt.

- Oh oh you nasty boy. You want to…play ! he said as he grabbed the hard rod.

- I am nastier than you could think Rajka.

Thomas started to play with the nipples of his boyfriend, tilting them, pinching them, caressing his chest. Meanwhile Rajka was playing with Thomas’rod and listening to his heart beating faster and faster due to arousement. Nipples and rod were erected and rock hard due to each other play and kisses.

- Maybe we should move to the bed, said Thomas.

- Here’s good at the moment.

Rakja removed the stethoscope of his ear and passed it around his boyfriend neck, then pressed his palm against Thomas chest to feel his heart.

- So powerful and strong, so steady. I love you.

- I love you too sweet friend. No, wait…Hooo, yeah…

The rubbing against the rod had had its magickal effect on Thomas, who laid back, a big smile on his face. Rajka laid beside him, a hand resting on Thomas’belly, just under the ribcage. Thomas said.

- Do you remember that special thing I am able to do ?

- What, the magickal thing with your hand ? I do remember yes, but still don’t believe it.

- It’s time to believe.

He sit on the crouch and asked Rajka to lay his head on Thomas’knees. He gladly accepted, curious to see the « magick trick » of his boyfriend. Thomas kissed the forehead of his boyfriend, caressed his hair, kissed his lips, and with the other hand, caressing the ribs, the sternum, teasing the nipples. He slowly dug his fingers under the ribcage, piercing effortlessly the skin, the muscle layers and the diaphragm and grabbed the pounding organ within the chest cavity of his boyfriend. Rajka eyes widened in surprise and pain, unable to catch his breath.

- Believe. You are so cute when you are trying to breath, I love it, said Thomas as he kissed Rajka’s lips and blew air into his lungs at the same time.

He started massaging the pumping organ. Veins became very visible on Rajka’s neck, his face becoming red. He was struggling to breath and felt an intense pain inside. Thomas spoke again.

- I know you want this. It’s ok, everything will be alright.

He massaged Rajka’s rod until it was hard, one hand pumping his heart, the other pumping the male attribute. Every pumping making his rod harder, every times it got harder it went closer to climax, when suddenly…he ripped the heart as Rajka ejaculated, pleasure mixing with pain and fall into darkness.

It was time for Thomas to do the other thing they agreed to. He let the heart drops on the floor beside his boyfriend’s body and went taking a knife. He placed it against his chest and with a swift and strong movement, burried the blade deep into his own heart, then removed it. His heart skipped every beat, until finally blood squeezing the precious organ made him pass out…and finally dies.

#dark cardiophilia #cardiophilia #stething #heart rip

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mirach · 5 years

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Back to the Roots (Good Omens fanfic teaser)

(Note: This story will get to some very dark places before it ends, so please be warned about that! (tw: graphic depictions of violence) It is currently being written and I will start posting it after the first draft is finished. This chapter is just a teaser to let you know that I am writing it, because it does get lonely sometimes to write in this way :) You can subscribe to it at AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20797169/chapters/49428527 or let me know here and I will tag you when I post a notification about an update)

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Our story starts, as it will end, in a bookshop. The sign on the door says "closed", but let us not be discouraged by it. We can take a peek inside: the door is not locked.

It probably should be locked. Why would the owner leave it like this when it seems nobody is minding the shop?

The noise from the street subsides as soon as we get inside, as if the windows had some insulation. They don't. It is an empty silence. There are just the towering bookshelves, most of them full of rare first editions and priceless tomes. It really should be locked. Just one shelf near the front holds a series of books for boys. And then there is another one at the back of the shop different from the rest: the wood is smooth and black, the design modern. It is filled with books on astronomy, house plants encyclopedias, spy novellas and a few Nora Robers romances.

The horizontal surfaces that are not occupied by books are overtaken by plants. It is quite amazing how lush they are, considering the light conditions in the shop. Every florist would tell you that Crassula ovata needs full sun, and yet here it thrives at the top of a bookshelf, the nearest window half a room away.

The shop's transition into private space is very gradual. One could probably say that the owner considers the whole shop private space. The little kitchen in the back houses an ancient tea set and a very modern and hi-tech coffee maker. There is some tea in a white mug with angel wings, and another mug - a black one - holding the remnants of coffee. Both bewerages are cold. The fruit bowl on the table is overturned, fruit scattered next to it. Only one blood-red apple has fallen from the table and is lying on the floor.

Further to the side, there are stairs leading to the upper floor. It seems as if something heavy hit one of the bookshelves nearby. A few books have fallen out and are now scattered on the ground, pages crumpled. A pot with Maranta leuconeura (also called prayer plant) lies shattered among them. The plant's leaves are broken and the soil from the pot is trailing up the stairs, as if someone stepped in it and got it stuck on their shoes.

As we get closer to the stairs, the silence is interrupted by voices coming from the room at their top. Ascending the stairs, they are getting clearer.

"...of you must go."

"Nothing personal, you know. Elimination of the weakest."

"Why one of us? How about one of you?"

"Numbers, dear. There's more of us. Now just to find out which of you is weaker..."

The stairs creak as we ascend, but the voices are not disturbed by that. Maybe they wouldn't notice if we just carefully peeked inside?

There's nobody there. A wide flat screen of a TV shines across the room. It is on, showing the channel it was last tuned to. Some kind of reality show taking place on a lonely island.

This must be the owner's bedroom. The walls have that look that say "recent renovation", very welcome in real estate market. If you were looking to buy the flat though, you would probably replace the bed. It is a wide double bed with too many pillows, and it looks quite ridiculous with its black silk sheets and soft tartan cover. One side of the bed is unmade. The sheets on the other side are folded neatly. Next to that side stands a vintage night table made from an old crate with stars painted in a peeling color, which gives it a convincing look of a stage prompt used in the show of an 18th century magician. There is a beige lamp and a stack of books piled on the top in precarious balance, the one on the top open. The other side of the bed has no night table, only an empty wine bottle.

A potential buyer would most probably want to do something about the strange smell in the air, too. It feels like ozone mixed with sulphur.

But the strangest object in the room is lying on the floor, half-way between the bed and the only window. It's a heap of feathers, and the bird that lost them must have been huge. Or maybe two birds: some are black and some white.

The feathers are bloody.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands

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