DEAD HARD

REMEMBER: ALWAYS BET ON KING. isola affiliated david king, penned by peaches.

[nomithered]

it's always good to have King on your side.

NOMITHERED, isola-affiliated david king of dead by daylight, by peaches. subjects on the blog include:

a guy who got yoinked from one place where death isn't real to a new one. how fun!

this one has less murderers running around though (hopefully).

the intimate feeling of being stabbed on a hook. yikes.

someone who runs his mouth but can almost always back up anything he says.

storytelling about a guy who wants to live up to his name, but also kind of hates what comes with it.

content warnings include mentions of violence, gore and death (but only temporarily.)

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[max-uzumaki]

The various unfamiliar terms make him laugh. The corners of his eyes crinkling at the genuine amusement and confusion at this prompting of on-the-go food options.

"While I have no earthly idea what a Butty or Maccies is, I think I can still answer your question. I'm partial to soba, ikayaki, and, if I can stand sweets, taiyaki."

All were common street foods that he and Gojo would snack on when they visited the city.

"As for places, I tend to avoid KFC for personal reasons."

Namely, that being the backdrop for one of the worst decisions he made in his life. Leaving Gojo behind still stings deep to his core. Probably best to keep trying to move on from it and eat at a chicken place again, but he would be hard-pressed to do so without Gojo.

"I do like gyudon from Yoshinoya, though. AH, but I think I am doing the same as you. Do you even have those kinds of places?"

[nomithered]

David stands still as he listens to all the things listed off and he feels his face..twisting slowly, but steadily, into an expression of dubious confusion.

"That sure was a lot of things with the word Yahkee in them."

He had no idea what a gyudon was either to be honest but his mind did latch onto KFC so he comes to circle back to that with a hard couple of blinks.

"A Butty is, uh, a local name for a sandwhich. Maccies is just, like, y'know? Maccies? McD's? The golden arches- 'McDonalds'."

A laugh of the ridiculousness of it bubbles up out of his normally low voice and he can't help but usher Geto outside so they can chat more freely.

"Swear down yer fuckin' with me, Cock. What's a Yoshinoya? A restaurant, then?"

[oovertime]

Curry was curry, as far as he was concerned. He appreciated types of bread from around the world, types of alcohol from wherever he could get it. He saw it as fundamentally not worth the time or effort to argue about cuisine.

Maybe if he was a chef he would care. Either way.

"I tend to eat Japanese curry, but I import the ingredients for Indian curry occasionally. It's a treat to have the extra spices. I'm assuming you're British? Do you enjoy pubs?"

[nomithered]

"Japanese Curry?"

Now that's not something he's sure he's seen of. He kinda remembers Adam mentioning something about it. Yui too..he thinks. A lot of those memories were still hazy to him to be honest, but it doesn't distract him from answering the other questions sent his way.

At the question of if he was British or not he huffs a laugh and can't help the way his smile sits cocked on his face. Like he was only half sarcastic at the premise of being found out.

"What gave it 'way?"

The accent?

Or the pint stuck in his hands?

Either way he wasn't actually miffed and he nods along to the second question before he take another sip to wet his throat.

"I like a good pub as much as the next guy. What 'bout you? You a Pub guy?"

[nomithered]

@oovertime // Cont. from Here

"Yeah?"

He perks up at the acceptance and lack of combative nature expecting on the concept of a British Born curry.

"Well it's a Sorted Fav for those who like a good amount of spices. It's inspired by Indian Curry. You ever have that too?"

[anttennatime]

"Bloodlines...? That actually exists for humans?"

Huh! He thought that was a fantasy thing, like Dragons.

"Don't see why any of that matters here! Walk in like you've got the confidence, and what are they gonna know?"

[nomithered]

"Funny ya say that. Pretty sure there was an entire movie 'bout a premise like that."

There's a grin but its short lived with a clearing of the throat.

"Dunno if I'm exactly Knight material, though. But I do need another job.."

[anttennatime]

"Oh, you don't have to be noble to be a Knight. Trust me."

[nomithered]

"Oh I mean. not like in 'personality' or Morals. But like..lineage?"

A certain French Knight comes to mind.

"Bloodlines."

Yeah that's the stuff.

[nomithered]

"Can a Knight be a Knight if they ain't of noble birth?"

A Pause.

"Or does that just make ya a City Guard?"

[nomithered]

Dinner plate emoji "What's on the menu?"

Bestowed Bites // Accepting!

Chicken Tikka Masala

Look, you can say all you want that Curry isn't a British Food, but recipes for multiple curry dishes have been printed in recipe books since the Mid 1700s. (That's longer than the US has been a Nation btw)

This guy seems like he might appreciate the traditional but zingy and warming sensation of a Tikka Masala curry. (It's even rumored to have been invented in Britain. in Glasgow to be exact)

[nomithered]

🍽️ she loves any food but especially sweets!

Bestowed Bites // Accepting!

Banoffee Pie!

It's got all the best things you could ask for.

Its got bananas, whipped cream, and a thick caramel sauce through the middle (hence the name. Banoffee. Banana Toffee). The crust can be either pastry or crumbled cookies.

The colors are just like her too.

[nomithered]

🍽️ :P

Bestowed Bites // Accepting!

Crispy Scotch Eggs

It's a soft boiled egg wrapped in savory sausage meat and then bread crumbs and deep fried till crispy and golden brown.

He's only met Toge once, but he seems like he'd benefit from such a simple lil meal that you can carry in one hand. He's kinda on the smaller side too so the extra protein would be good for him, he thinks.

Also, its tasty. And super customizable with what you wanna eat it with. (like pickles and mustard)

[nomithered]

🍽️ what's on the menu?

Bestowed Bites // Accepting!

A Full English Breakfast

The thought that he might appreciate grab an go food crosses the mind but he's a broad dude. Looks like he likes to eat, so why stifle him to a single hand held food?

It's got the whole nine yards!

Bangers (Sausages), Bacon, Blood Sausage, Fried eggs, Mushrooms, Tomatoes, a side of Beans, sometimes Hashbrowns and a side of toast.

Throw in a juice or a coffee to bite through the savory bomb of it and you've got enough food for the work day in one go.

[nomithered]

🍽️ Something sweet would be oh so sweet!

Bestowed Bites // Accepting!

Sticky Toffee Pudding!

Comfort as a desert, on god.

It's a soft sponge cake (sometimes with dates inside) drenched in warm toffee sauce! Normally served with a vanilla custard or vanilla ice cream.

It feels nostalgic in a childish way and you can only usually eat one every once in a while. Seems perfect for the TV Guide.

[nomithered]

🍽️ food me

Bestowed Bites // Accepting!

An English Trifle!

Octavo is such an indulgent kinda person but not to the point of superfluous means.

So a Trifle with sherry-soaked pound cake, vanilla custard, berries & whipped cream seems like something he could enjoy in it's base nature. (Maybe he'd even like the jelly kind as well)

[nomithered]

🍽️?

Bestowed Bites // Accepting!

A Bubble and Squeak!

Raiden seems like the kinda guy who would appreciate a simple meal. And nothin is more simple than a Potato & Cabbage fried into a pancake like shape.

It gets the name from the fact the combo bubbles, pops & squeaks when cooking.

[nomithered]

Bestowed Bites !

Send 🍽️ and my Muse will choose a food they would give you(r muse) based on options they grew up with.

Aka - Nostalgia Simulator.

[nomithered]

Why the fuck does tumblr LOOK like this!??!!?

why is it OVER THERE IN THE CORNER?

Is it in time out?

[eidyllic]

　The steady night-wind scattered the small sigh that left his lips. Staring down at the bed of flowers swaying below, he watched the way their luminescent blues caught the moon's beams and refracted small lights back up at him that winked like stars. He thought that their rhythmic twinkling combined with the peaceful nature of the cliffside must have coaxed such a heavy response out of him, saddling a stranger with implications of ancestral hardships from which he could claim no wounds, and Cross did not expect his statement to be acknowledged, let alone responded to. But when the man began to speak, the weight of his thoughts palpable in the pauses he took to assemble his words, Cross looked at him again to heed what he had to say.

As the story established its origin and unfurled thousands of years in the past, the hard lines of Cross' face softened, his jaw slackening and his stress smoothing from the skin between his brows. The human element driving the tale mesmerized him, and he listened to the man speak as though he was being told the most important thing in this world--and he was, for in this stranger's heartfelt attempt to share the myriad kindnesses blooming from the oldest seeds of the human condition, Cross' own garden flourished with sunlight.

「... I understand.」 He acknowledged the intention behind telling the story in a soft hush, quiet as if unwilling to disturb the power of what he heard. Thoughtful, his eyes flickered over the man's face, mentally reconfirming him to be an Earthling -- he hadn't been aware that Earth's human history gestated from lives so old, but for the people of Earth to have not only endured that long but held fast to memories of the deepest eras from whence they came, Cross felt a tender fondness for them spread in his chest as warmth.

His gaze drifted back to the ground, words heavy with the weight of his world slowly working from his mind to his mouth. 「... As things are now, no evidence of the man my compatriots and I owe our lives to exists with us anymore. We had to leave his body and his life's work behind. I see now how he may be rediscovered later, but I can't abide by him becoming another "Shanidar".」 Cross met the man's eyes again, his expression firm yet somber. 「His name was Dura.」

[nomithered]

Had to leave his body behind.

That...does make David's brows furrow. An empathetic pang in his chest at the idea. A momentary flash of the first time he remembers having to leave someone behind in the Fog--

But Cross plucks him out of his own drift before he can go too far out away from the shore of their current conversation. A name.

"Dura."

He says the name back as he meets those somber but determined eyes, and he feels his own soften in turn. His brows relax to frame his face a bit more gentle on the edges than the default unnamed expression he tended to wear.

"I understand."

The earthling mimics what Cross said back to him with a slow but understanding nod to give the Simurian recognition about the intent.

"Well, if I stay here, or go back to where I was, I can guarantee that his name will stay with me."

"And..y'know, not bein' funny but, you could tell me more 'bout him?"

The question is posed then he quickly tacks on.

"Only if ya feel up to it. An it doesn' have t' be right now either."