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kimbap-r0ll · 1 month
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Could I request the overblot boys getting a gift basket catered to their tastes for Valentine's Day from their lover while everyone just gets basic candies or chocolates?
Happy Valentine's! This seems cute, I play the NA server so I'm just going to go with the 6 characters introduced so far ^^
Overblot boys receive gift basket for Valentine's from their s/o
Riddle
He would first be super flustered but he would absolutely love it.
Riddle might turn beet red if you do it in front of others, but he'll mutter a quick thank you while trying to hide his excitement on getting something for the special day
He has a sweet tooth! Get him some chocolates and you might see him snacking on a few while he's busy with schoolwork!
Riddle probably gave you a handwritten letter ^^
Leona
Acts annoyed, like he didn't need the basket of snacks but he takes it and places it on his desk back in his room
He's a tsundere, so while he sighs and says that he doesn't care if it's Valentine's or not, he's literally cartwheeling in his heart
He will be finishing that entire basket after a long day of spelldrive practice, he might throw a "thank you" in your direction when you go see him after the session
Will he give you anything? No, he forgot. Buuuuut you can spend the whole day skipping class with him if you want to
Azul
He literally melts on spot. He's never really received heartfelt gifts from people so this makes him almost tear up
The tweels will tease him if you did this in public or at least in front of them. They think it's sweet of you to have given him that though
He also has a bit of a sweet tooth, let alone he loves things that are fairly strong in flavor. When he's particularly stressed he'll be taking a bit of the basket and nibbling on a sweet treat
He gives you a lot of things that day — flowers, a handwritten letter, a dinner out, etc. He just wants to be the best for you
Jamil
I feel like he would also be flustered and kind of a tsundere because he's not used to the affection but he also loves it
He takes the basket really quickly, saying that you didn't need to give him anything but he's thankful and he'll try to leave to his room so he can fangirl by himself
He gets stressed out a lot so expect the snacks to be gone by the next week or even in three days. He makes sure you know he really appreciated it though!
What does he give you? He makes you food of course, but he also just spends the whole day with you and gives you a handwritten letter
Vil
He would act like he was expecting this if you did it in front of other people, but in reality he's almost like Azul in the sense he's like freaking out how wholesome this is
He's super thankful, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead and saying "happy Valentine's" before giving you a small bouquet of flowers
He receives gifts from time to time, but he loves the ones he gets from you the most. He likes some sweet things from time to time, I can imagine him loving dark chocolate so you'll see him with one of your sweets the next time you see him studying his lines for a play
He gives you an accessory or a clothing item you wanted as a gift but he also does a lot of romantic activities with you. You guys will for sure watch a romance movie together
Idia
He's absolutely red in the face when you present to him a small basket of his favorite snacks. He's like "omg a gift! For me?!"
He would hug you shyly as he takes his gift, and in return he shows you something he's made — a small video game related to memories you guys had together! It's really wholesome
I feel like he doesn't get gifts often so he appreciates any and all from you. He forgot it was Valentine's altogether, so it makes it even more endearing for him
Ortho thinks it's cute too! Idia will likely finish all of the snacks while you guys watch anime together
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marigolddove · 10 months
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Love Begins With Murder, Believe it or Not.
Part One
This is a request from @yandere-dark-cupid, I'm sure you intended for this to be a one-shot...buuuuut I got super carried away because I L O V E mafia/mob AUs. They're my favorite all around and I just couldn't help myself, especially when you said you wanted a sweet civilian that's my jam. So, yeah this is part One for now, I'm thinking this is gonna end up being 3 parts minimum with how it's going and I will tag you in all 3, thanks for the request it was so much fun to plan and write and I hope you're happy with it!
Warnings: Blood and violence at the start, bit of torture and mentions of murder. Only at the very start though.
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     If Wally Darling could only choose two qualities he hates most in this world he would choose dishonesty and disloyalty. Both of which this sorry bastard strapped to a chair in his office have. Wally didn't need to watch to know Barnaby was doing his job and doing it well, making this insignificant waste of air scream and wheeze through his gag. 
     He had more important things to focus on anyhow, like his craft for one. Having grown bored of reading recent reports and approving deals with neighboring rival groups, he turned to what he really loved most: art. 
     Sure now it was only a hobby compared to his full time job of running his family, but in his younger years it was his passion; his reason to get out of bed each morning and breathe. He's become weary and disappointed by his lack of motivation and inspiration as of late. There was a time when no one could pull him away from an easel or a sketch book for hours; but now, even with the tension and emotions bouncing around the room from this well deserved "lesson" he couldn't fully immerse himself in his work.
     At a particularly loud and strangled cry from the now ex-member of his family, Wally growled and scribbled through his current piece so violently the paper ripped; then tossed the sketchbook and pencil haphazardly onto his desk. He finally turned his attention to Barnaby and his victim.
     Barnaby, having heard his friend's frustration through the gasping breaths of some no-name newbie who crossed Eddie and Frank, immediately fixed his attention onto Wally.
     "Everything alright boss?" 
     "Just peachy." Wally sneered sarcastically, clasping his hands tightly together on his desk, "I believe I'm now tired of our session, you can take him and finish this up elsewhere, please? Oh, and on your way out get Julie for me." 
     Barnaby immediately unstrapped the man from the chair and threw his weak, limp body over his shoulder, "Sure thing boss, I won't take up more of your time; but I'll be around if ya' need me." He moved to grab the bloodied and soiled chair, but stopped when Wally waved dismissively.
     "No need for that, leave the chair and the mess, I'll have someone else clean that. Thank you Barnaby, be safe." Barnaby nodded and with that left the now slightly dank office. 
     Now alone for a moment, Wally leaned back into his leather seat and sighed, typically he wouldn't have these sessions in his office but this had been a…special occasion. A heat of the moment call if you will. 
     You see, that man had been new to the family, very new. He had yet to learn just how important family really is to Mr. Darling, but when he put the lives of Eddie and Frank into danger well…now he knew. All could have been forgiven had he shown a bit of sympathy and care for his new found family, but all he seemed to care about was his wallet. Selling personal information about individual members of the family to rival groups or reporters, one of those stories being about Eddie and Frank.
     Wally has never frowned upon interpersonal relationships, in fact he had encouraged it. Afterall, love is a beautiful and wonderful thing and he was so pleased it had been found in his friends. It was just such a shame that others didn't seem to share his sentiments on the matter.
     Running a hand through his hair, he attempted to correct any loose curled strands that fell into his face and onto his ears during his episode moments before, using any residual hair product still in his hair to hold them back in place. He began to straighten his posture and his desk at the sound of heel'd footsteps against the hardwood floors of the hall outside his door.
     Soon in walked Julie, dressed in a very fine magenta three-piece suit, a black criss-cross bow tie, classic black heels and her hair curled and pinned back to perfection; jewelry accenting her manicured hands. Wally felt a swell of pride and admiration towards Julie's sense of confidence and style.
     "Well, don't you look fierce today my friend." He started warmly at her entrance, she beamed at his compliment; only briefly glancing at the bloody mess at the center of his office before seemingly losing interest and turning her attention back to him. 
     "I woke up feeling fierce, so I just had to go all out today," she states as she moves to stand in front of his desk, hands on her hips, "so," she glances at the distressed art book still on his desk, "Barnaby said you needed to see me?"
     "Yes, I just sent him to take care of that…problem we were having, and it occured to me that the problem had a romantic partner. A young woman by the name of…" he examined a note he wrote for himself, "Ah, Allison Forester."
     A look of understanding flashed across Julie's face, "You need me to take care of her?" She was surprised when he shook his head.
     "No, no that won't be necessary. Our message will be clear soon enough, and there was never any evidence she was involved in his little scheme." His face turned a bit sour at the end before reverting back to neutral, "No, I want to send her flowers as an apology for his mess and for my rash actions." He sounded anything but apologetic, in fact he smiled just a tiny bit when calling his actions 'rash'. 
     "Oh, okay, sure thing sir. Any types of flowers in particular?" She knew Wally was very detail oriented and wanted to be sure he was giving her full creative liberties. 
     He waved dismissively, "No, just something pretty, that's all for now. You're dismissed, be safe." Turning his attention back to the art book, Julie knew he was now ignoring her; but she didn't take it to heart, he never meant anything by it, that's just how he was. Quick and to the point, and once the point was over he was done with it entirely.
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     Julie closed the office door behind her as she strutted her way back out into the main area of the building, the building they're in used to be strictly an office building, but since it fell into Wally's hands it was almost like an art studio where business happened to be held. He had completely renovated the building, still keeping some of the office spaces (not all of them were used as such however) but also turning part of the building into his own private home and space. They had more official places of business elsewhere, this one was just for comfort, for him to be himself. 
     Only the closest of family members were allowed to work here, the most trusted and beloved; because Wally does love them, even with his business facade and too-cool-for-you appearance she never doubted his love for her and the others. How could she when they're family?
     Julie decided she wouldn't leave until she could say goodbye to Frank and Eddie, they were her two closest friends in and out of the organization, and she knew that the recent news of betrayal had hit Frank hardest. Behind their serious and uncaring demnor hid a very emotional individual only she and Eddie really got to see. 
     It didn't take very long to find them and when she did she nearly hesitated, they were having a moment together and seemed to be having a very serious conversation. Together they sat on a velvet bench in front of a few art pieces Wally had completed, their fingers were interlocked as they faced once another. It seemed so pure and intimate, she nearly turned to leave until Eddie spotted her out of the corner of his eyes and offered her a soft smile and silently waved her over.
     When she reached the two she immediately pulled them both into a tight hug, "I'm so sorry, everything's gonna be okay, Wally will take care of this. I know he will." The two hugged her back just as tight.
     "Thank you, Julie. We're grateful for the support." Said Eddie, his southern charm as endearing as ever. She felt Frank nod against her shoulder and sniff a little.
     She pulled back and with as big of a smile as she could manage, Frank made it a little hard though, her poor friend's face was tear stained and eyes a bit redder than normal. They'd definitely been crying, and looking at Eddie she found unshed tears locked in his eyes and his face more flushed than usual. Good riddance to that idiot, whatever his name had been.
     She'd never been the violent or hateful sort, usually charasmatic and subtle, but if Wally or Barnaby had refused to do something about that guy…well, she had no doubts she would have taken him herself.
     "So where does Wally have you going?" Eddie asks, changing subject, a knowing look in his eyes. He was a sharp character, so she didn't have to ask how he knew Wally had given her a task.
     "I'm glad you asked, he's asked me to pick up flowers for a lady, I wanted your advice on a good shop for it. He wants them pretty." Eddie raised a brow at her and she chuckled, "Not that kinda lady, I'm afraid. It's for the…uh, girlfriend of the scum bag." 
     "I'm surprised he's sending her anything but a death threat." Frank says. 
     "Yeah, well boss says she didn't have nothin' to do with what went down. She's just a civilian caught up in it." 
     Frank nods while Eddie gets this excited look in his eyes, "Oh! I know just the place, hold on," he shifts and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a nice leather wallet, he takes out a small business card and hands it to Julie, "This place is really good at making bouquets, one of the employees there is a real charmer. Name's Y/N, (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. They're an artist when it comes to flowers, I swear." He said with a bright smile on his face, before turning a bit sheepish as the tips of his ears turned red, "I, uh, used to go there a lot back when I would get flowers for Frank." He admits.
     Frank practically has hearts in their eyes as they gaze lovingly at Eddie and his bashful face, Julie giggles at how cute they are together. They truly deserved the happiness they found in one another.
     "Well then, this is where I'll go then! How can I say no when you give such a sparkling review?" She teases, looking over the card and memorizing the address before tucking it into her pocket, "If I tell them your name will I get a discount?" She joked, but suddenly Eddie got a look of realization on his face.
     "Ya know what? You actually might! Y/N owes me a bit of a favor, so you just tell her Eddie Dear sent ya and I'm sure she'll do something for ya." Both Julie and Frank gave him a questioning look so he continued, "There was a big ol' spider in there the last time I went, poor thing was absolutely terrified, sitting on the counter and staring at it. So, I killed it for them and they gave me an IOU, they wanted to give me my flowers for the day free of charge, but I refused." He explained with a shrug and a sweet smile.
     "Flowers probably won't be too expensive and it's on Wally's dollar so I'm not really worried about it, but I'll still tell them you said 'hi'." 
     "Please do!" 
     Julie turned to leave, but not before giving one more tight hug to Frank, rubbing their back soothingly. They return the hug just as tightly.
     "Be safe, and come back soon…I think I wanna talk to you alone later. I have a lot on my mind." Frank whispers into her ear, although Eddie might've heard it. He didn't speak on it. 
     She pats their back, "Sure thing, bestie." 
     With that she ends the hug and waved as she leaves the room, leaving the two as they embrace one another and continue speaking 'I love you's in hushed tones.
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     The flower shop is only 15 minutes from Wally's "home", and even though she recognizes the strip its located in, she's certain she's never noticed the shop before. It's surrounded by restaurants and a bakery, but now that she's noticed it she can appreciate just how cute it looks. It's small and the sign is elegant while the actual building itself is colorful compared to the rest surrounding it. It's actually so colorful she wonders how she's never noticed it before.
     She enters the establishment with a ring from the bell hanging just above the door signaling her entrance, the inside is a bit more simple compared to the outside, mostly natural woods and white paint while the flowers brought the room to life with their vibrancy and colors. To her right she sees a (e/c) and (h/c) employee, just as Eddie had described.
     You jump up from a stool you had been sitting on behind the counter with the register. Greeting her with a bright, relaxed smile.
     "Oh! Hello, welcome, my name is Y/N. Is there any type of flower you're looking for in particular today?" 
     "Hello, my name is Julie. Julie Joyful, how do you do?" She asks cooly, approaching the counter and outstretching her hand, your smile somehow becomes even more dazzling at her introduction and greeting. 
     "I'm doing well actually, thank you for asking." 
     Julie reaches into her pocket and pulls out the business card holding it up, "I got your card from Eddie, he says hello and that you're quite the florist." You move out from behind the counter with a gasp, still smiling.
     "Oh! Eddie sent you? Does he need more flowers for that friend of his? I thought for sure he would've won them over by now!" You laugh.
     "Nope, he only recommended you, I'm here for another friend of mine actually." Julie corrects, a smirk growing on her lips, "Oh, and that friend has certainly been won over. They're so cute it's sickening." 
     "Oh I knew it! I had a good feeling about him, I don't always have a good feeling about every customer who comes in, but he was definitely one of the sweetest. Definitely a lot of love in his heart, for sure." You say as you approach a table next to the counter, readying some wrapping and bows/ties, "So, this friend of yours," you start with a lilt, "Are they a friend, or a friend." Julie laughs at your teasing insinuation.
     "A friend, and the flowers are actually for a funeral…kinda." You immediately drop a pair of scissors you pulled out of a drawer onto the table, turning with a look of horror on your face. 
     "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been so casual and I shouldn't ha–" Julie laughs, interrupting your hurried apology.
     "No worries, it wasn't anyone close to me or to him. It's more of a courtesy thing, I guess."
     A bit of color returns to your face as you visibly relax, realizing you hadn't offended Julie. Even so, next time no funny business!
     "Well is there any particular message you'd like to send using the flowers? Or do you just want a bundle of the same type of flower? White lilies are very popular for funerals, although they're also great for weddings and symbolize purity, and then there's marigold's. They're a bit deceiving, because while they look bright and sunny they really represent mourning and grief." 
     Julie took a moment to examine the flowers filling the room, "You can also just choose whatever is prettiest to you, all flowers have special meanings and can be a sentence all on their own, but not everyone cares too much for that as long as they're pretty." You continue, not focused on Julie so much as you browsed the flowers, mentally comparing combinations in your head. 
     "I'll let you decide, Eddie said you're like an artist when it comes to flowers, so I'll trust you know what you're doing." You hum in response to let Julie know you heard her.
     "You said the flowers aren't for anyone close, but are they a friend or family?" 
     "Family…kind of, I guess. They're for the girlfriend of a distant recently deceased family member."
     "Ah, so like you said, a courtesy bouquet."
     You take a moment to decide, then you immediately set to work, three types of flower should be enough, a short sweet message, "Coral rose, marigold and blue salvia." You say as you expertly cut the appropriate amount of each flower. 
     "What would that mean?" Julie asks, watching as you move the flowers to the table and clip leaves from the stems.
     "Coral roses can mean friendship and modesty, but in this case it means sympathy. Marigolds, as I said, mean mourning and grief; while blue salvia means 'thinking of you'." You explain softly as you arrange and wrap the flowers gently in a neutral paper; then finally tying it together with a matching cord. 
     "So essentially I'm trying to tell her: 'You're on my mind and I sympathize with your grief.' short and sweet." 
     Julie smiles as you turn around and hand her the finished bouquet, it's more colorful than she would've thought a mourning bouquet is supposed to look, but it is pretty just like Wally requested and it has the meaning, "Perfect!".
     You smile, pleased that she likes it, before moving behind the counter to ring her up; but then you remember that Eddie recommended her…you do owe him a favor. Maybe this was his favor?
     "So how much do I owe ya?" 
     "Nothing, it's on the house, this time."
     She looks up from the flowers to make eye contact, "You sure? They can't be that expensive, I don't mind paying, it's outta my buddy's wallet anyway." 
     "It isn't that expensive, which is why I don't mind letting this one go. It's for a good cause and I owe Eddie, I don't know if I'm calling this his one favor, but it's nice to do something nice for someone else." Julie smiles at your kindness.
     "How about I just pay half then? Just consider it a special discount." That sounded like good middle ground. 
     You agreed to her compromise, charging her only fifteen dollars, "Thank you for your business, have a wonderful day and I hope your friend approves of the flowers!" 
     Julie thanked you for your help and waved goodbye before leaving the store and returning to her vehicle, delicately carrying the bouquet.
I am already working on Part Two now!
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Twisted Wonderland Marine Biologist AU Snippet
Hey everyone! I'm still okay, just been dealing with real life stuff and discovered I may have accidentally put myself through a burnout even when I was trying to avoid it. =w=
I've been working through it by focusing on more personal projects and other fandoms, and I've also been focusing more on my physical and mental health lately. I'm getting better every day though, and I'm feeling good about stuff!
Anyway, I know I haven't posted anything in a while since my last update, so I wanted to tide everyone over with a snippet I had written back in May for the Marine Biologist AU. I was saving this for when I finally reached that part of the story and got it off the ground, buuuuut...honestly, it's too adorable for me NOT to share!!!
Reminder that in this and the mermaid AU, there is a communication barrier where humans and mermaids cannot speak the same language. In the Marine Biologist AU though, the boys can understand some if not most words, so they have nothing but time to try and listen to the researchers talk and learn how to speak the language.
So...what happens when our little researcher Yuu just so happens to drop an apple in the tank holding a certain Guppy and gorgeous Betta Fish?
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"Whoa, geez!” Yuu squawked, their hand just barely touching the apple as it bounced off the grating before falling into the water with a ‘plop’. Sighing, Yuu said, “Well, there goes part of my lunch.”
One moment the apple was bobbing along in the waves, the next…a hand reached out and grabbed it, a familiar adorable face emerging from the water to examine his catch. “Oh, hi, Guppy!” Yuu called out, happy to see the smaller mermaid. Violet floated nearby, though it was clear that he was watching them both with that intense gaze of his. “Sorry, that’s not a fish. It’s an apple.”
At that he perked up so fast that Yuu almost thought he’d gotten whiplash, adorable doe eyes looking shocked and amazed as he squeaked at them.
“D…do you know what an apple is?” Yuu asked, earning another insistent chirp from him before they pointed at the fruit clutched in his hands. “Apple. Ahp…pull…”
He looked between them and the fruit, looking so confused for a moment. Then, he held it out and—pointing at it and himself—he spoke and said, “Ahp…ull…Eah…pul…Eahpul!”
Yuu was floored as they stared, not sure if they’re feeling amazement or pure disbelief or both as Guppy continued his game of charades. It was as if he was trying to tell them…
“Is…Ehpul…Eh…pel…Epel…your name?” Yuu asked.
“Yeeee!” ‘Epel’ squealed, practically squirming in place and looking absolutely elated as he nodded enthusiastically. “Epel! Epel!”
Even as he continued chattering in the strange language while still repeating his new ‘name’, Yuu found themselves hardly able to move as they tried to process this new development. Had…they been able to understand Yuu this whole time and just…didn’t know how to communicate back? Or is this a new development brought on by their continuous interactions with the mermaids?
Once he had calmed down, Epel had turned his attention back to the apple and curiously sniffed it. Then—before they could think to try and get it back—he had taken a bite out of it and chewed. A moment later his eyes grew wide, the ear fins wiggling as a wide (chubby cheeked) smile bloomed on his face and he let out a high-pitched warble.
“Huh…? Do…you guys actually eat fruit?” Yuu uttered in amazement as Epel chomped away at the fruit faster than they could blink, practically swallowing the core whole before licking the juice off his fingers. A moment later he lunged up onto the deck, peeking over the edge as he sniffed around like a cat on the hunt. “Whoa! Slow down there! I don’t have any more apples if that’s what you’re looking for.”
Once he seemed to realize this, he looked up at Yuu and-
'Oh no...those are the cutest puppy eyes I've ever seen!!' Yuu thought. 'How does a mermaid know how to do the puppy eyes?!'
"Ahpul...app...le," Epel chirped. "Apple..? Apple!"
"O-okay, okay! I'll go and get more apples for you!"
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iepurasdepraf · 10 months
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Hello, ah-
I have a promo of what I'm working on. It's not edited and is the rough draft, buuuuut I wanted to get something out there to give myself a little
Incentive to finish, you understand? Don't get too attached. I may yet switcharoo a thing or two. It's Arkham Jervis by the by. Mary Ann is essentially a y/n... I should probably explain that later, but anyway!
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I hope you enjoy the morsel.
A half sunken city left to mold and crumble would normally make for an interesting if morbid opening for a fairytale. As would taking shelter in the attic of an abandoned house and turning that damp hovel into a passable hidey-hole for two lost dreamers. Which a man who called himself both mad and a hatter was in the midst of. Calling out to his friend with glee “Oh look! Mary Ann! Mary Ann, come look!” An expert in making trash into treasure, the finding of Christmas lights sent him reeling into a giddy state. He had woken up bright eyed and bushy tailed and hadn’t lost that spirit for an instant even in the rising water and inclement weather.
However, said Ann of Mary didn’t look away from the ladder she’d been staring down at for the past hour or so though normally she would have come with a skip at his beck and call putting a damper on the Hatter’s excitement somewhat. “Mary Ann?” Once more did not answer his call, it was as if she didn’t hear him at all. This was a vice versa of their usual and Jervis wasn’t sure what to think of it. 
He took offense at first, how dare she, after all, not give him her full and undivided attention! Then after a moment and impulsive thought wrangling he only pouted. It wasn’t like she was a pawn, she had her own thoughts and feelings and- what was she looking at? With lights in tow, shuffling in oversized boots he makes his way over to peek over her shoulder. Mmm… water? Just water and soggy furniture. How boring. Not even anything swimming in it. Stinky, smelly thigh deep, to him, Gotham Bay water. 
More important than all that though was that she was frowning he noticed. Poor sweet Mary Ann, was she scared of the water? Worried? It wouldn’t come up this high. That’s why they were up so high after all. Though maybe she didn’t know that. She’d not experienced Arkham City as he had after all. 
“Mary Ann” He said one last time a little tersely this time and when she didn’t respond he tossed the lights over her. Tangling her up like a tuna in a net to drag her deeper into the attic away from the distracting portal to a dreary reality. “Jervis!” “There she is!” “Get this off me- what is this?” “Why, I’m so glad you asked! They’re lights. Fairy lights, Mary!” “I’m very happy for-” He pulled the cables playfully and she came to attention in a way he’d never seen before. So quiet… so red in the face. Ah. Jervis was mad, but not a fool. He knew that look. Seems they both just learned something about dear sweet Mary Ann. 
What fun! 
Something to pass the time then? Something to… distract her. That was a passable excuse. 
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hajimeshoe · 1 year
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found out about the Egyptian zodiac
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As it would turn out, mine is Bastet.
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I'm requesting Savanaclaw when they get a Bastet-like!s/o.
Lioness of course
Back to my Rick Riordan phase 😅 Well, this is gonna be fun. Also, was not too sure if you meant acting like Bastet the goddess or a Bastet zodiac, so I sort of did a mix? Hope that's okay Apparently my Egyptian Zodiac is Isis? I had fun googling that. This also ended up as Fem!Reader - oops
Savanaclaw with a Bastet!S/O
Leona (July 27th: Bastet)
It's cannon that he's intimidated by women from the afterglow savanna
He doesn't show it, however. He'll do his best to hide the fact that he's intimidated by lazing around, avoiding eye-contact, and keeping a tight mask up.
The only you're getting close to him is by forcing your way into his life and refusing to leave.
Once you two are dating, if you nap with him, he’s a happy lion
You're smart and a good hunter, not to mention you're strong
In his culture, women are highly respected - Leona won't do anything to make you cry (chances are you'll beat his ass if he does anyways)
He is well aware you don't need him - if anything, he's the one who needs you. You don't need protection or gifts - buuuuut too bad
If you're in the same year as him, he's more motivated to pass his classes and finish school so he can stay by your side. If you're a year or two below him? Well then, he has time.
Amused by your swinging morals. Morally grey, just like him? Perfect. It means he's not getting chastised.
Like Leona, you like to surround yourself to things that are pleasing to you and prefer to avoid people and crowds. This means nap times in your favourite spots, and him having Ruggie bring you two snacks and drinks.
Ruggie (April 18th: Thoth)
He's intimidated by you and show's it more than Leona
Ruggie enjoys your plans if you help him pull pranks
You have a charming personality which made it hard for him to trust you at first...although you didn't trust him either.
But it got better once you two got to know eachother
Now, alongside Leona, you're one of the few people he trusts
Like Leona, he also enjoys that you're morally grey - ping-ponging between good and bad tendencies.
It means you won't care too much when he steals, right?
You're an introvert? Ehh, that's alright. He can get you things to make sure you don't have to interact with people - for a price~
He likes when you're clingy or possessive. It makes him feel good.
Jack (October 11th: Bastet)
Jack admires you, at first
You're protective of those you care about and you're brave - two things he values
Soon, you two grow close and are pretty much always together. He's never been to the Sunset Savanna, so he hasn't been around lion or lioness beastmen often.
I can see him being the only one to get irritated with your tendency to swing between good and bad behaviours. He has a strong moral code, after all.
He will try to help you with self-improvement (of course, as is with Tsundere's, he'll come up with a different excuse).
He doesn't try to make you go into crowded spaces if you don't want to, although he will try to help you overcome your introvertedness. (completely ignoring the fact he's an introvert too).
All (Things that apply to all boys - you can read with whichever in mind)
If you don't trust someone, he doesn't either - he's noticed how you're normally right about people's intentions and he trusts your judgement
Also, will stop people from trying to take advantage of you by playing on your more sensitive/emotional side - he does not give a damn
If you want to go into a career relating to the occult he'll support you, as he would with an other career
Don't expect to be able to neglect yourself - he's putting a stop to any of that bullshit the second it starts
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veritable-trash · 2 years
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Honeyed Summers pt. 2
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he's just so FUCKING cute i can barely breath
Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader
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Warning: 18+ ya animalsssss i said smut and i think i delivered. it's all very sweet and romantic buuuuut explicit PiV type of material we got here so you've been warned ;)
A/N: christ this was hard. i will admit smut is definitely not my strong suit and i am having to really stretch my writing muscles but hey you gotta practice and honestly i'm happy with the end result here!!! i really enjoyed the struggle of this but end of day i had to stop being finicky and just throw it out into the ether so hopefully y'all enjoy!!! any thoughts, opinions, just general ramblings about frankie being THE king of kings is always appreciated and fiended for <3333333 have a lovely friday my little internet friendos :)))
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part 1!!!!
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Frankie’s truck had always been one of your favorite parts of Frankie.
It felt almost like an extension of the man who had slowly taken over your mind. A place that Frankie allowed himself to be fully free, a tension that was ingrained in his being somehow lifting the second the engine revved to life around him. There was almost too much to absorb about him in that cramped space, drowning in the scent of pine, honey, musk, salt. 
Selfishly your favorite part had everything to do with you and him. A dinky little ring of straw wrappers that hung from his rearview mirror, a little wreath of trash that he refused to get rid of. 
You still remember how your hands had turned to fidgeting the first time Frankie drove you home. How nerve wrecking it was to be in his space so close to him, so overcome with this inexplicable urge to hold his hand you couldn’t help but look for something to distract your itchy fingers.
So you grabbed the forgotten pieces from the dash and tied them together into what was akin to a five year old kindergarten art project but at least it had distracted from the tremors. 
Frankie had chuckled at your little art project, you could still feel the blush that colored your cheeks, embarrassment flooding your body, and you had every intention of taking it with you and throwing it straight in the trash, yet Frankie wouldn’t let you.
He took it from your hands with what almost seemed like reverence, looped it around the rearview and with eyes like melted caramel told you it really spruced up the place. 
He was so good at making you so fucking happy.  
The truck was like a Frankie sensory overload and you fucking loved every moment you got to spend in that truck. How it felt almost too perfect sinking into everything that is him and feeling right as rain while doing it. 
Yet now in the darkening twilight, the truck felt completely different. Like a fault line had shifted, the tectonic plates of your friendship? Relationship? God only knows what but the plates had moved in an irreversible way. 
In a much better way. 
Because now Frankie was holding your hand over the center console just like you had craved that first time you’d sat in his truck, his thumb tracing over your knuckles grounding you into your seat. The air felt thick between you and neither of you had been able to say a word since you’d left your car in that parking lot and climbed into his.
It felt like everything was shifting and your body and mind were still trying to put everything back together but it felt less like shattered glass and more like perfect puzzle pieces. Like somehow you’d found a couple missing pieces under the couch that you had stopped looking for ages ago and now you almost had the whole picture figured out.  
“What are you thinking about?”
Your words sound muffled even to you, the perceived thickness of the air hindering the ability for words to leave your lips clearly.
“You. I’ve kinda only been able to think about you it seems recently.”
His eyes bore into yours as you sit at the red light. Somehow the harshness of it only made him more striking, almost painful to look at. His nose and jaw so sharp, highlighted and darkened by the night sky and the glaring red, but the way his eyes soften as they scan your face makes you want to crawl across the seat into his lap. 
You want to drown in the emotions pouring out of him filling the truck to the brim with something so sparkly and grand it makes your chest ache. 
The light turns green, but Frankie doesn’t turn away. Just squeezes your hand as if checking that you’re still there with him. 
The right side of his lips quirks up, dimple revealing itself, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning across the imaginary line in the sand and kissing him. Just a gentle press of lips, but in your gut you know you both needed it.
Needed that confirmation that what happened in the parking lot was real.
You sitting with him in his truck was real.
You wanting him as badly as he wants you was real. 
Frankies shoulders drop imperceptibly, because you know Frankie and Frankie knows you. You’re both terrified of the pain that love brings. The broken promises and hurt you’ve both been dragged through, bloody and wounded from love that felt too good and turned out to be blindingly destructive. 
His free hand cups your cheek with a softness that almost throws you into a drunken stupor, and as he breathes your name against your lips it feels as though you’re being dragged under waves of warmth and softness and light. You want to succumb to the overwhelming beauty of his adoration. 
“Frankie I have an idea.”
The light shifts back to yellow, then red as you stay pressed together, foreheads touching, noses skimming, a level of intimacy and affection radiating between you that seems to be otherworldly. Magical and all encompassing to the point of a beautiful suffocation. 
His lips float over yours till they land at the corner of your mouth, and you can feel the yes being pushed into your skin. A yes that will stay there till maybe the end of time, because Frankie isn’t fully sure if he’ll ever be able to say no to you ever again. 
“Lets go to the lake, I want to see the stars with you.”
Frankie sucks in a breath, his heart beat so loud in his ears he thinks he might have missed what you said. But as he shifts, eyes locking with yours, he can see the memory playing out in your eyes. The sweetness and joy filling your irises that pulls him right back to one of your first Thursdays. 
“The lake has some of the best stargazing in town I swear it.” Frankie mumbles it over the rim of his glass,”Sometimes when the lake is still and no one else is around it’s like a perfect reflecting pool of the stars.”
You’d both been at the bar now for a couple hours, shooting the shit, chatting but now it was late and there was a new feeling in the air. Almost an ache for more time, like the few hours you got to spend together at the bar were no longer enough.
Neither of you had been willing to admit to this new feeling, but your knees had been knocking against each other under the bar top with almost every breath. Both of your fingers trembled against your glasses neither of you noticing but both of you feeling that inexplicable pull. 
“Frankie! We have to go! Promise me you’ll take me someday. Pinky swear it.”
You didn’t know it then but Frankie’s heart squeezed at the way you smiled at him. At the way your fingers dug into his bicep with eagerness about the thought of seeing the stars. 
He didn’t realize then how much you wanted to see it with him, how it was the prospect of having more time with him that set your eyes a light, not just the stars. 
But he could settle with having a couple more hours with you someday beneath the mantle of glittering light and darkness because that thought alone made his chest ache with a longing he had never known.
Your pinkies had twined around each other and the promise was made and Frankie knew then almost for certain that he was going to fall in love with you. 
“You pinky swore remember?”
His grip on your hand tightens as his pinky brushes yours as if remembering the ghost of the touch so many weeks ago. Feeling the promise made skin to skin and realizing how much that promise meant for both of you. 
“Lets go to the lake star girl.”
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Gravel crunches under tires as the truck slowly rolls up to the edge of the lake. With the windows down the cooling breeze skimming across the lake tempers the heat swirling between you and Frankie.
Frankie kills the engine and a silence descends over the truck, you, Frankie, the lake itself, a stillness starting to envelope this moment for just you two. His hand squeezes yours before he’s jumping out of the truck, circling around the front to get to you with an air of urgency, of need. 
Because Frankie doesn’t know how to stay away from you, especially not now, now that he knows what your lips feel like pressed against his, knows how your skin tastes under his tongue. It’s like magnets, gravity, a core force of the earth pulling you both into each other.
It’s unavoidable. 
His fingers wrap around yours again as he helps you out of the truck and as your eyes lock for the thousandth time that night, time seems to get syrupy all over again. 
You both can’t help wanting to stare forever. How long has it been since either of you have wanted someone so deeply like this? Have trusted in someone like this? Have ached and yearned and wished upon all the stars above for someone to look at you the way you both are, memorizing each other? 
Frankie leans into you and lets his lips speak against yours. Lets his tongue whisper forever and always into the plush heat of your mouth. Your whimper tumbles down his throat as his hands card into your hair, your fingers curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt anchoring yourself to him before you float away. An airiness, lightness envelops you and Frankie as your senses start blending together. Until all both of you know is just Frankie and you. 
“I promised you stargazing and you know I never break a promise.”
You can feel the smile against your lips and then get to see it with your own eyes as he pulls away too soon. He’s so beautiful, the dimple, the patchiness of his beard, the curl of his hair from under his hat, it’s all so Frankie and all so divine.
He grabs a blanket from the back of his truck and gently tugs your hand towards a path between the trees. The moonlight trickling in between the branches high above casting Frankie in speckles of moon and shadow, painting the scene almost ethereal as the lake finally comes into view.
You can’t stop the gasp that tumbles out into the stillness. 
It’s spellbinding. A painting come to life from your dreams now lying before your eyes. 
The lake stretches out in front of you both, the water so still it seems impossible, but it’s the star light bouncing off of the surface that leaves you awestruck.
It’s like tiny pinpricks of light shimmering and winking at you from beneath the surface of the water, trapped in a watery realm. As if somehow the night sky has been captured in this lake just for the two of you. 
And then you look up and stars spread across the inky blackness filling your vision to the brim with the wisps of light. Frankie wasn’t kidding when he said the stargazing here was the best he’d ever seen. It was like you’d just teleported to your daydreams. 
Your eyes finally settle back to earth as you slowly turn towards him, awe and adoration coloring your features. He’s beaming back at you, colored in the shimmering light of the stars and moon, and you’re breathless.
He unfurls the blanket on the sandy shore of the lake and lays back, patting the spot beside him, and you finally fall into him fully. Head landing softly on his chest, his arms wrap around you as he kisses your crown, his hum of content skittering across every nerve ending in your body. A centering, grounding feeling overtakes your sense, and pulls you right to the core. Right to Frankie. 
“I think you were underselling the stargazing. This is unreal.”
Fingers tangle into your hair, playing with the strands, and you can feel as he inhales your scent deep into his lungs, heart fluttering under your cheek. 
“It’s not normally this still or quiet. There’s always someone around, but I guess tonight we just got a little lucky.”
“Thursdays are our days.”
He shifts then, sliding himself out from under you, arms coming around caging you in. His eyes drink you in, scanning across every part of your face before slowing at your eyes then settling at your lips.
A hand comes up to settle along your jaw, thumb stroking at your bottom lip, finger tips idly stroking behind your ear, and you can’t help how your eyes flutter, lips parting just so. He’s blocking the sky but his eyes are stars all their own, twinkling with a need that feeds your soul.
His thumb catches at your bottom lip pushing into it just so as he lowers his lips to your jaw, your soft whine sounding so loud in the silence. 
“Every Thursday I would leave that bar and would dream about this. About you. Being able to touch you, kiss you, hold you that now I don’t even know where to start.” He presses the words into the hollow of your throat, tongue imprinting them onto your pulse. 
“Kissing sounds like a great place to start I would say. I am like super down for that.” You’re breathless as the words tumble past your lips, and you can feel the rumbling chuckle as he settles himself on top of you, thigh slotting between yours and pressing down, a breathy moan rippling into his mouth as his lips finally press to yours. 
He’s sunlight after a rain. Spring after a grueling winter. The wisps of summer heat after a dazzling August sunset. He groans onto your tongue and your hands fist into his curls, nails scraping against scalp needing him closer, always closer. 
Calloused palms wrap around your thigh hitching it up around his waist as he nestles closer, lips dragging down to your throat, his teeth nipping at your skin making you keen. Your nails dig into his chest, catching at the cotton as your fingers trail down to his waist wrapping around his belt, hungry to feel the weight of him against your palm.  
But his hand stops you, pushing your hand away and back against the blanket next to your head. 
“I’ve waited this long at least let me taste you first.” His eyes crinkle with a devilish smile that makes you heat down to your fingertips. He kisses you deep and overwhelming, tongue licking into you with a fever and need that has your toes curling into the sand.
The sound of your shorts unzipping echoes in your ears as his eyes bore into yours, his fingers playing with the edge of your underwear before he finally dips them beneath and settles them on your clit teasing it with soft, light circles. 
A moans ripples to the surface of your lips and he growls before descending upon yours, drinking the sounds down with lips and teeth and tongue. Your hips cant up, chasing him, craving more pressure, and he’s more than willing to oblige. 
His finger trail further dipping into your dripping heat and you suck down the greedy moan he feeds you. He pushes against your clit as his finger slides into the wetness between your legs a breathless fuck rumbling from deep in his chest.
Crooking his finger into you, his lips settle behind your ear, sucking at the sensitive flesh until you’re panting against him, hips rolling into his hand craving more, more, more.
“Take these off, please god take these off.” His hand paws at your shorts, too drunk off the feel of you to be able to take them off himself. Finally your hands snap into action, pulling your shorts and underwear down your legs kicking them to the bottom of the blanket.
Frankie sits back as he watches you, spread out under him, hair mussed, eyes hooded and he can barely breath.
There’s so much of your skin, glowing in the moonlight, calling to him as it short circuits his brain all at the same time. His thoughts eddy out across the lake as he succumbs to the overwhelming awe of you.
 
“Frankie I want to see you.” You hate how whiny you sound but can’t help how much you need to feel his skin. Your hands grab at the hem of his shirt but he moves quicker, strong arms reaching back over his head hauling the white shirt off in one movement. 
And now he’s sitting in front of you, tousled curls, bright eyes, tan, warm skin, all for you. You’re struck dumb by him. The breadth of his shoulders, the firmness of his chest, solid arms leading to big rough hands. He’s like a masterpiece dazzling you, painted with the most delicate brush strokes just for you to enjoy and memorize. 
A dream come to life. 
His hands start to skate up your thighs catching the edge of your shirt and pushing up, up, up as he feast on more skin slowly being revealed to him. Fingertips and palms stopping every so often to touch and squeeze, to memorize your shape. You sit up as his hands approach your breasts and you yank your shirt and bra off quickly needing to be skin to skin, leaving you bare before him in the warm summer night air. 
Groaning at the sight, his hands sweep back down to the apex of your thighs pushing them further apart, eyes darkening as your cunt opens up for him. His finger dips back into you slowly curling up, shooting stars across your vision.
“Fuck Frankie I need more, please I need more.” His eyes dart up to yours as his other hand pushes down on your stomach, holding you in place as he dips a second finger into you curling up slow again, stretching you around the thick digits. 
Your hips try and roll up against his palm but he presses you down harder and all over your muscles contract with the push. It somehow makes his fingers feel like they’re stroking deeper, stretching you further and moans begin tumbling past your lips with every slow pump of his hand. 
Thumb circling at your clit, Frankie just watches, content to observe every minute change in your face, your body. Content to watch as your thighs start to shake, trying to clamp together, but his thighs stop the attempt. 
You struggle to keep your eyes on his, struggle to stay present for every second but his thumb adds just that extra bit of pressure and your head lolls back descending under the waves of your oncoming orgasm.
“God you look so beautiful like this. I can’t wait to taste you but I want you to cum on my fingers. Yes just like that, god just like that I can feel you tighten around my fingers, please give it to me, god let me taste you baby please.”
He’s rambling above you, as torn up and adrift with pleasure as you are. Your eyes crack open just enough for you to see how blown his pupils are, almost black with his need for you and then you see the tent in his jeans pressing against the rough material and you mouth dries further. 
Bucking into his hand, thoughts of him, his cock, how it will feel stretching you open, pressing into you flood your mind and your orgasm comes crashing from what feels like behind you, over taking you from toe to scalp in rivers and streams of unexpected pleasure and warmth. 
You can’t even hear what Frankie is saying but you can feel as his lips finally meet yours licking up the garbled moans and whimpers trickling past your lips. His fingers still slowly pumping into you, taking his time with your release, drawing it out until you’re boneless on the blanket beneath him. 
An emptiness hits you as his hand pulls back and your eyes can barely flutter open. It’s his groan that has your eyes snapping open to witness him licking you off of his fingers, slow and fucking divine. A hushed Frankie falling from your lips as your hips cant up, body needing him now almost more. 
Brown irises shift to black and he’s surging down, lips clashing as he feeds the taste of you onto your tongue. Your thighs tremble and your hands grapple at his belt, both of you breathlessly trying to get closer. Both of you needing to feel how tight your cunt will feel around him. How full you’ll feel as he bottoms out, as he feeds you every inch. 
Your fingers finally grip him, warm and thick and leaking onto your thumb as you slowly pump him once. Frankie’s head falls to your shoulder a whine muffled into your skin. His teeth scraping just so and your hand tightens as you pump back down brushing his head against your searing core.
 
You both keen at the feeling. 
Warm hands wrap around your thighs pushing them up, hitching them high over his waist. You tighten your legs around him pulling him in and grasp his cock, guiding it to you, head catching at your entrance and he finally pushes in.
Inch by slow fucking inch, he pushes and the stretch eats you alive. Back arching into his chest as he tears you apart till you’re melting onto the blanket, seeping into the sands. 
His hips finally slot with yours and he settles between your thighs, chest pressing against you as his mouth comes back home, back to you. The kiss is breathless, as if you’re both too shocked. Words ripped from your tongues and scattered on the wind. 
You’re rippling around him, squeezing, pulling him deeper, and Frankie moans against your lips, gasps, and finally pulls back.
The loss is excruciating. 
Your heels dig into his back, please, please, please rolling off your tongue like a prayer coloring his lips with the need for him, and finally Frankie goes to work. 
His hips roll into yours, an electric zip flashing through your spin every time he seats himself fully back into you. Over and over and over again. Slow and unrelenting, it shatters you and pastes you back together. 
Moans and whimpers and whines flood out and skip across the stillness of the lake, humid breaths and tongues tangling as you both climb higher just to fall apart. Every push of his hips, roll of yours, inching you to the peak as pleasure oozes through your bodies covering you both in sparkling warmth. 
Your bodies seem to bind together, finger tips, palms, lips, chests, thighs pressing and molding. Your nails claw against his back, pulling a moan from him that settles right in your core. 
His thumb falls back to your clit as his other hand cups your head, holding you to him as he feasts on your lips, your jaw, your throat. He’s all encompassing and your eyes flutter, pleasure overtaking you so wholly they roll back. 
“Baby I’m gonna cum, you feel so good, too good fuck.” The endearment rolls off your tongue and Frankie’s hip falter, a whine dropping from his lips. 
Your mind drops into overdrive.
“Baby, fuck baby you make feel so good.” Lips pressing to his ear, you know he hears every word, and you can feel as the endearment hits again and again. His hips pump faster against yours chasing that high, his weight pinning you down letting you feel every inch of him on top of you. 
He’s suffocating you and you are more than happy to fucking drown. You want him to suck you under, to throw both of you off of the cliffs edge into the water below and surrender to the waves and currents.  
Frankie’s hips start to stutter and his groans turn to whimpers. Your thoughts start to dim, everything centering on where you and Frankie are joined. There’s a neediness seeping out of every pore, an almost feral need to be joined like this forever over taking you both, damp skin sticking together as if you are finally fusing into one.
 
His teeth sink into the crux of your neck, your name stuttering past his lips and then you feel him hot and thick pumping into you, filling you with him and your mind blanks out.
All you see are those stars trapped in the lake and your body shudders as your orgasm flings you under, like a hidden wave crashing against you, sucking you into its depths as you try to piece together what has happened. 
Oh god, Frankie.
Fuck baby fuck, fuck, fuck.
Your rambles jumble in the air, knocking into one another as your foreheads settle together, bodies still hypersensitive and overheated.
His eyes crack first as he takes you in up close. It’s all hazy but he knows it’s just you and everything settles in his heart. Locking together and tighten something deep within his chest.
Your eyes peel open, a loopy smile curling your lips as you see him looking down at you.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
It’s hard to think with him so close. He’s all you can see, all you taste, feel, smell, every sense now engulfed by him. You don’t think you’ve ever been happier in your entire life. 
His dimple pops out at you, a small smile pulling across his plush lips. Your fingers scratch at the stubble on his jaw, thumb tucking into the small divot. 
He nuzzles into your palm and the kiss he plants against it will be with you for a million lifetimes. 
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krakenartificer · 2 years
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Hi Raina! I'd like to appeal to your hard-won wisdom on The Adult World-- do you think it's possible to teach yourself/find online resources to help learn things like data analysis? I want to look at numbers and graphs and spreadsheets for money but don't know what resources are good enough to trick capitalism and bosses into hiring me for it!
Oh, yeah, 100% Source: I pretty much did that. So first the disclaimers: I did have a bachelor's degree in applied mathematics, and I did shell out for an MBA as my happy-divorce-day present to myself. I know that I really don't use either of those things in my day-to-day work, but hiring managers probably are considering them when they look at my resume. I'm also white, a native English speaker, and talk like an educated middle-class suburbian, which I'm sure also play into mangers' willingness to give me the benefit of the doubt. So my exact path may not work for you. That said, data, in particular, has several advantages right now:
1) Demand is large, and supply is small. If my department doubled in size, we could still not quite answer all of the questions the business leaders are asking of us. I don't think there's been a moment that I've worked for this company that we didn't have a least one job slot we were hiring for. In addition to making this a lucrative industry, it also makes it fairly easy to break into, because hiring managers are willing to accept far less perfect candidates if only they can get someone who knows something working on this project.
2) The field is changing very fast. No one knows what languages or software we'll be using a year from now, so it doesn't really matter that much if you don't know the one we happen to be using right now. Supervisors are much more concerned with "When it turns out we have to switch our entire reporting scheme to Scala, will you be able to learn that?" And in that context, it is incredibly encouraging to hear a candidate say that they once had to do a thing in Python but they didn't know Python so they Googled and perused Stack Overflow until they could do the thing. You are very likely to have a question at the interview that's something like "Describe a time you had to learn something quickly" or "What's your approach when you don't know how to do something?", and as an autodidact, you will have lots of examples for those moments.
3) There are lots of places that don't have anything at all. A person who knows how to put conditional formatting on a column in Excel would be an improvement on what some smaller companies are currently doing. If you can make a graph and code a vlookup() function, then you're an Expert!
4) the field is so new, and is changing so fast, we're still working out the distinctions between the assorted sub-fields. Which means you can start as someone who does data visualization, pivot to data science, change your mind and end up in data engineering, and then decide to do database administration instead.
So yeah. My recommendation is to search job boards for things that look like they might be what you want to do, and write down what the minimum qualifications are for each one. If you already meet 70% of the requirements, start applying! If not, make a li'l histogram of requirements they want and you don't have, and start finding ways to get them.
I, for instance, downloaded an SQL syllabus from some university class that had it publicly posted, and learned SQL by just doing the assignments on my own time when things were slow at the retail job I had. I got an office job on the strength of that, buuuuut my first assignment wasn't really doable in SQL, so I did the work in Python (a language that, up until that point, I had made 0 programs in, but I had watched while someone else made a program in it), and then bodged it into Excel for visualization. That made me look enough like a developer that the data science team was willing to talk to me, and so I got to sit in on the Alteryx intro seminar when they did, and then (since Alteryx was brand new and didn't really have any documentation or communities at that point) taught myself how to use it by trial-and-error. That got me enough experience that I subsequently got offered a job paying twice as much, working with BASH, hql, scala, and Jenkins (a list of coding options that -- you'll notice -- I had not yet had any experience in).
Basically, as a rule, hiring managers have no idea what all is going on behind the scenes, nor do they care, as long as they get the intended outcome. So my approach for interviews is to approach it as communication/translation problem for the first half: what exactly are they hoping the person in this position will be doing? "So, for example, {possible project based on my understanding of how they described the job}, would that be the type of thing?" Repeat until you're pretty sure you know what they're looking for. If you can do that thing, then you're justified in saying "I can do that", and you probably have evidence to back it up. So the second half of the interview is using their questions as an opportunity to lay out your evidence. Bonus: asking questions in the interview makes you look both smarter and more engaged!
If you get a technical interview/whiteboarding interview, don't panic! They're looking more at how you approach the problem than they're looking at your actual ability to write solid code / know the exact names for everything (my last interview I had to ask "What's that?" after, like, 3/4 of the questions. Then the interviewer would start describing it, and I'd be like "OH yeah, so then ....". I got the job.) So if you don't know what to do, start writing out outlines, mind-maps, lists ... whatever would help you figure out how to get started. Write down the facts of the situation, and implications of those facts; write down questions you have, and how to get them answered. This is a situation where partial credit is very VERY much a possibility, so get as many possible partial-credit sources on the whiteboard as possible.
So yeah. Coursera, Khan Academy, etc, all great. You can also just find some school that doesn't password-protect their class materials, and if you can mess around enough to solve the problems on the homework assignments, then you know (at least) as much as anyone who's officially taken that class. Alteryx and Tableau offer free online training with a web-portal sample of their software. You could also check for volunteer opportunities: I'm organizing permit applications for Sierra Club, and I bet there's a non-profit near you that would be equally delighted (read: fucking overjoyed) to let you take over all graph/numbers/spreadsheets for their projects. Then you get them to write you a letter of recommendation, and put the reporting work on your resume, and you've got "real world experience" while you're saving the world.
I wish you the best, and feel free to ask more questions as you go farther along your journey! I definitely recommend the data-work life; it's been my favorite career so far.
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avrablake · 2 years
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Happy WBW! :D
So, I know we've talked about the actual act of worldbuilding before, but I've been thinking about that tattoo post lately. How are the swirls above and below the nightshade/sword design decided upon? As in, looking at them, it almost looks like writing (especially with the design for yourself), buuuuut is it?
I'm so glad that you asked this! Thank you!
Each symbol represents a person's actual name (except Nix, his symbol represents the word ghost). I tried a few different things to make them, including just making random swirls that I could claim meant something.
I was looking for symbols that had meanings associated with them that I could use, like glyphs or alchemical symbols. I learned about making sigils and decided to use that approach. Sometimes I ommitted or altered letters to get a design I liked. I was trying not to make them look too much like letters, but some of them still ended up that way. Here's a few that I thought turned out the best.
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Then I just connected the individual symbols together.
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stjernfaerie · 5 years
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Introducing:
Druella Black (née Rosier)
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earthnashes · 3 years
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I have commissioned several such pieces from you myself, though I was wondering if you had drawn any scenes from sessions you've played or run.
I do actually! :)
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THIS big gal is Surya! She was the character I played in one of the first campaigns I've ever played. She was Fighter Class but if I ever play her again, she'll be a Barbarian instead. She wasn't the smartest of the bunch but she was loud and simplistic and happy :) Buuuuut during the first campaign, she got bit by a werewolf. Since it was a mini-campaign, it didn't get to go much farther than the initial stages but man it was so cool.
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This drawing here is after she and the squad fled from an entire pack of werewolves overruling the town they were sent to investigate. Surya was exhausted from all that happened and they ran into the Fey Woods, and with nowhere else to run the group decide to chance a long rest. Surya just outright collapsed and went right to sleep where she fell; our Kobold paladin Zeppu had to pick her big ass up and drag her to relative safety xD
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And this is what you'd get if Surya actually fully turned (which she was well on her way to). At some point in the campaign, the group was separated in the Fey Woods and fell into one hell of an illusion. Surya managed to break out of hers (after being lured away from the group that is) but she was confronted by a Fey God; if I remember right he was as large as a giant and partly skeletal, his domain was filled with skeletons, and he was missing one eye.
He had offered Surya a deal; serve him for a few years in exchange of either complete control over her werewolf form, the release of the binding band imprinted onto her shoulder, and returning her and her squad home. When Surya hesitated he forcefully changed her into what she'd eventually become: the image you see above. It was only for a split second but it rattled her, but despite that she ultimately refused and he allowed her to return to the group. It was one of the coolest moments I got to experience in a campaign! :)
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Switching gears a little:
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This boi is Ishmael! Ishmael of the Moon to be precise. He is a Cleric Dragonborn, and the character I'm currently playing in a big campaign. :) I fucking love this dude man; He's goofy and a big bumbling old man but he's apparently the literal dad of the group. And an actual dad! He's in the campaign on a personal quest of looking for his runaway daughter, who ran away years ago for reasons I can't talk about due to SPOILERS.
Basic backstory: he was a soldier, and when he retired he became a mercenary, but after his daughter ran away he turned to the gods and became a Cleric through that. He worships Dragon Goddess Tamara, and he hates alcohol. The plush on his belt is one his daughter gave him when she was just a little thing; he keeps it with him at all times.
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And this is how he and one of the squad members, Ura, met! They were at the docks of Balder's Gate and she convinced him to come play a simple game of "guess that cup". Funnily enough Ishmael did actually guess right but Ura is too crafty for him, and she had her little mouse buddy pull a fast one on him. He has no idea she scammed him even to this point and thinks it was just a game he lost fair and square. xD
Shit is really getting serious in the campaign ya'll though I tell ya WHAAAT. Actually, the sessions are all recorded thanks to the PotG Kyrit, so if she and everyone are okay with it I might start sharing those recordings of our adventures O:
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animesmutfest · 3 years
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Satoru x Kakashi x reader
Firstly i just want to thank you all for your support, I genuinely had no idea this would blow up and was just posting the stories to post them but i am so grateful to have you guys as an audience. This smut was harder to make but with some inspiration from my husband and some manga, i think it'll turn out pretty spicy. So without anymore delays welcome to my 100k smut special. Hope you all enjoy but be nice lol it's the first threesome I've written about
You stared at the calendar longer than needed, you knew your eyes were correct. Today was a very special day for more than one reason and you could barely contain your happiness. Not only is it your birthday but it's the day that they come home. They both parted ways about two months ago for work and were able to get some time with you for a while starting today. You missed them so much it hurt, their touch, their voices, their kisses, just everything. You craved them more than anything in this world. Peeling your eyes from the calendar you head out to the store and picked up wine and ingredients for dinner. On your way home you stopped by a friends house to let them know you would not be available for a while and without pressing you for details she understood that you'd be tied up... hopefully literally. Once your home your phone rings and its Satoru. "Hey baby" you answer excited. "Hey princess~ i just wanted to let you know I'm waiting for Kakashi now and then we will be on our way. I'm thinking maybe 3 hours" he says in a very giddy voice. "Okay love i cant wait to see you two, get here safely" you reply. "yes maaam~" he says before hanging up.
You spent the time doing your hair, makeup and making dinner just how the likes it. They should be home within the hour and you have never been more ready to throw yourself on someone so badly. Meanwhile in the car with your loves. "You think she'd like these or these?" Kakashi asks Satoru holding up two bouquets of roses, one red and the other pink. "I'd say red considering the occasion" he reply's smirking. "Buuuuut lets just get both to be safe" he adds. "Good thinking" they go to check out and talk on the way to the house to catch up on lost time before the needed to talk about the facts. "You know this is he first time right?" Satoru asks staring out the car window into the sky through his shades. "What do you mean?" Kakashi asks. "She's never had both of us at once" he says smirking. A light blush appears on Kakashis face under his mask as he realizes he's right. They had always had alternate schedules so they each had their time with her but this is a first. To be home at the same time after being away for so long. How exciting. "We have to be extra careful with her tonight. And the next day, and maybe the next day~" Satoru says biting his lip a bit. "Understood, I'm sure we know how to make this experience as perfect as can be for our queen" Kakashi says smiling through his mask. They spent the rest of the car ride planning out everything as best as they could.
You hear them pull into the driveway and your heart begins to race as your legs moved on their own towards the door. You swing the door open before either of them could touch it and pulled them both into a deep hug. "We missed you too baby" they say to you. Satoru leans down and kisses you tenderly before Kaakshi follows right after caressing your soft skin. "Happy birthday love" Kakashi adds and they both extend their arms giving you the roses. "Their beautiful... thank you so much" you say smelling them while they fully enter the house and lock the door. "Oooh~ something smells good" Satoru coos as he walks to the dinning room. "Oh right! I made you guys dinner. Its been a while since I've been able to cook for either of you." You say as you set the flowers in a large vase before preparing to set the table. "I definitely miss your cooking... among other things" Kakashi says as he walks to the room with his bags. You blush and quickly turn around so they cant see your face. "Go get cleaned up, ill get the table set" you say. Both smiling they do as you requested. By the time you had pour their drinks they were walking towards the table. Both wearing lose sweats and t shirts as they sit down. You couldn't help but look down as they walked and you gulped at the sight. We all know about the prints and they were no exception. The guys give each other a looked in acknowledgment of your eyes wandering and shared a chuckle. You sat at the table  and talked with them as they ate their dinner. "Anything you wanna do after we're done?" kakashi asks. "I'm just going with the flow today, i really don't have anything planned in particular" you say taking a sip of your wine. When you look up you see both of them staring at you smiling. It was so terrifying yet you found yourself pressing your legs together. "Are you down for anything?" Satoru asks leaning back in his chair. You slowly nod looking down at your glass when you hear their chairs move at the same time. Your head shoots up to see them walking towards you. "W-what's going on?" You ask nervously. "Do you trust us?" Satoru asks. "With my life" you reply. Before you could ask more questions Kakashi throws you over his should and walks to "The Room" this rooms layout consisted of a large comfy couch, projector screen and a Alaskan king size bed built into the floor. He puts you down once inside and immediately grabs your neck pulling you into a heated kiss. Satoru walking over to the closet and grabbing the black box. While you were preoccupied he takes out your blindfold and covers your eyes. "You remember your safe word right baby?" Satoru asks as he rips open your shirt and bra. "Mmph y-yes" you reply only to receive a harsh slap on your ass from Kakashi. "Yes what?" He asks in a low voice. "Y-yes daddy" you correct yourself. "Good girl" he praises before turning you around to face Satoru and kissing your neck softly. Satoru begins to slowly take off your pants, tossing them aside once completely off. Your breathing become heavy as you feels their hands roam all over your body. Satoru runs his hands up along your waist until they reach your breasts. Without hesitation he takes one into his mouth, gently sucking on it as you run your finger through his soft hair.
You felt Satoru smirk against your skin as he nips on your nipple and pinch the other. You lean your head back on Kakashis shoulder while he leaves deep and dark marks all over your neck. "Are you going to be a good girl for us tonight?" Satoru asks after popping your nipple out his mouth. "Yes daddy" you say feeling his gorgeous eyes stare into you. He lightly chuckles before getting on his knees again and throwing your leg over his shoulder. You jump a bit as you feel his fingers rub your pussy slowly. "mm your soaking wet down here love~" he says before sliding a finger inside you. You let out a soft moan as your body tenses us and Kakashis hands move to your breasts squeezing them. "Oh yeah? What has you so worked up baby girl?" Kakashi says as he licks your ear. "It's because -fuck- because you both of you a-are touching me like this" you sigh with a light moan. "You mean like this?" Kakashi coos as his right hand wraps around your neck and he presses his dick against your back. "And like this?~" Satoru adds as he slips in another finger curling them inside you perfectly. You let a loud moan and your body trembled a bit. "P-please... I need more... please." Satoru slipping out his fingers and going to the bed laying down on it. Kakashi knew what to do, he guides you there as well before placing you in a 69 position on top of satoru on your hands and knees. He places himself in front of you before pulling down his sweats and pumping himself slowly right in front of your covered eyes. As satoru locks your hips with his arms he starts with soft flicks of tongue on your sensitive clit. Your hands grab the blanket as you begin to moan and your legs shake lightly. "Open your mouth sweetheart" you hear in front of you and without a second thought you comply. Sticking out your tongue letting saliva drip from the tip of it. Kakashi takes his time as he circles his tip on the bed of your tongue before sliding it deep inside your throat. Letting out a deep grunt once he bottoms out feeling your throat squeezing him just right. As he pulls himself back he grabs a handful of your hair for better support. Satoru dug his hands into your hips as he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue just right. You moan into Kakashis dick as he fucks your face slowly but deep sending vibrations from him. "Good fucking girl... sss fuck- stick out your tongue more. Fuck yes just like that." He groans going harder with each thrust. Satoru made sure to make an absolutely mess of you as you grind softly on his face.
Satoru smirks against your skin as he quickens his pace knowing you were so close to cumming. Kakashi pulls from your throat as you gasp for air and pant from the tightening coil inside you. "Fuck I'm gunna cum~ feels so good daddy!" You whine as you grip kakashis shirt with one hand. Reaching down he plays with your curls as he watches you fall apart on satorus tongue. "Ahhuh god! Fuck! I-I'm mmmph! C-cu-" you couldn't get the rest out as you gush on his mouth twitching and trying to pull yourself from him as he cleans his plate. Once he's had his fill he releases his grip on you and licks his lips. "Delicious as always gorgeous" he says kissing your thighs. You can't see them but you hear them taking off their clothes and moving around the bed. You then feel one of them snatch your hands and put them behind your back while the other ties your hands together. You smirk a bit as you were getting more excited by the second. Feeling the bed dip down you feel satorus hands help you on top of him. And then you feel Kakashi right behind you holding your bound arms. You feel something wet and cold rubbing against your ass before it slowly sunk into you. You whimper at the unfamiliar feeling but just as you were getting use to the feeling of being teased from behind you feel a strong vibration against your clit. Hanging your head down you felt the vibrator going in circles on your pussy and what you come to realize a thick plug being pumped in and out of your ass. "Feeling good princess?" Kakashi asks with a chuckle as he admires your voice as it echos in the room. You were drunk on the pleasure and they haven't enough done much just yet. You called for them over and over again and before you knew it you were cumming again. "That's it baby. We just wanna make you feel good" satoru says as he slow down the circles before turning off the vibrator and slowly sinking you down on his thick dick. You cry out from the stretch but immediately felt so fucking full. Full of him and the pleasure he brought to you. As he bucks his hips into your clenching pussy Kakashi removes the plug and rubs his dick on your ass. "We need you to cum again princess. Can you do that for us?" Kakashi asks as he grips your arms and bites on your shoulder a bit. Satoru slowed his thrusting to let you answer but all you did was nod frantically. He looks down at satoru and with a smirk he begins circling the vibrator over your clit again with satoru still giving you deep and slow thrusts. "Close already? That was fast~" he mocks you as you clench around him. Kakashi pulls your body back and turns your head to him as he kisses you again. Your moans muffled with his mouth but your body jerks forward as you cum again. Tears stream down your face,  you couldn't speak just react. satoru stop thrusting and pulls you into a heated kiss sliding his tongue in your mouth and making sure you knew who was in charge right now. Your breathing was still all over the place but you didn't have time to get it together when you felt Kakashis dick press into your tight ass. Your nails dig into your palms as he pushes himself half way in. Satoru grunting from the pressure and you wilding moaning between them. Both of them rubbing your body as they comfort you through the stretch. "Your taking us so well baby. Just a little more and I promise it'll feel good" Kakashi says. "I-I already f-feel good..~ haaa fuck" you cry out. Not men blushing hard before Kakashi slams the rest inside you cause you to scream out. "I'm sorry love but I can't hold back anymore" he moans as he slowly begins fucking your ass. Squelching sounds and moans filling the room you all slowly lose your minds with one another. Satoru no longer being able to sit still begins thrusting upward into you again much harder than before. One one entered you the other would pull back a bit. "Ahaaah shit!! Fuck fuck! T-too much!" You breathlessly moan. Kakashi removes your blindfold and hands. You kindly reach behind you pushing him back a bit as he speeds up while your other hand rests on Satorus chest.
So many hands digging into your flesh that you don't know who is grabbing where anymore. And in a split second you blink and real size they have stood up sandwiching you between them with their arms holding you perfectly still. You wrap one of your arms around Satorus neck and then reaching over your shoulder you grab Kakashis. Their groan and labored breathing pushing you closer to your release yet again. You were begging them to make a mess of your insides, to break you or breed you. Whatever came first you wanted it and you wanted it so badly. "Mph gunna cum gunna cum again! Ugh right there! Please don't stop!~" their faces closed in on you as they fucked you in sync with one another. "Come on then birthday girl" one of them coos. "Make as much of a mess as you want" the other chimes in. Your grip on them tightens on both of them. Soon there you were again, but this time you couldn't hold back. Your body refused to hide the fact that you were receiving the ultimate amount of pleasure and as you yell into the air and come undone you find yourself squirting and violently shaking. "God your so sexy" Satoru says as he slams into you as hard as he can cumming deep within you, your nails scratching him harshly and Kakashi following right behind him. "Fuck I'm cumming baby!" He grunts as he too fills you up a strained whimper escapes you. Your eyes glazed with lust as you stare up at the ceiling feeling their cum drip from your aching holes. Best birthday ever.
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donut-entendre · 2 years
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for the character ask thing: church
w. which one. I am going to assume α-Church
Why I like them:
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I can't give an interesting answer for why I like him he's just. Church is The character ever do you NEED reasons to like him. Are you fucking kidding me. He is hilariously unobservant about himself and a total fucking nerd if you need literally any statements. It's so funny that people actually think he hates the reds and blues. Like riddle me this fool would YOU sacrifice yourself for some guys you weren't even AROUND at the time if you didn't care about them? Huh? He is constantly fighting off the empathy demons with a stick to maintain his uncaring guise but it doesn't fucking work because he keeps pulling shit like 'make potentially competent medic get to new idiot at all costs' and 'worries very hard about sick teammate' and we can't FORGET about 'would hold their hands if they were dying in a visceral and gross way despite voicing he didn't want to go near the sick one just moments ago and was worried that said visceral death might happen in the first place' Are you fucking kidding me. Why do I like Church. He's so fucking ridiculous and tragic. Love that dude he is so Adjective
Why I don’t: Not applicable. If I had to pick anything it would be how he treats his friends but I'd still have to acknowledge the nuance in that psychologically he COULDN'T accept that he cared about people because of the PFL bullshit.
Favorite episode (scene if movie): I cannot choose. You cannot make me because I am incapable of this.
Favorite season/movie: See above.
Favorite line: 'any of his pissed off screaming lines' for 500. Also when O'Malley went into his head and he was just that post that's like 'if a demon possessed me I'd just be like whatever man your turn I'm out'
Favorite outfit: Halo 3 armor FTW buuuuut also he dresses like a slutty goth cowboy. Prove me wrong. You can't. I'm the only person here who knows how people dress in the south I'm the authority on this matter /j
OTP: Church x Happiness is the real ship. Uhhhh if I had to pick a ship to become canon though It'd be chucker or chuckboose
Brotp: ... Chex tbh. Literally imagine them being ex's AND friends. I know canon is already kinda like that but Imagine. Church and Grif are also bros they make fun of shitty sci-fi movies that Simmons would scream at together
Head Canon: The blues draw silly faces on all his helmet visors and he will find every excuse to not get rid of them. Also I am a fat αlpha Church truther. And Church was shorter than Tucker by an inch or two at first but is exactly ONE inch taller than him as Robot #2. EXACTLY one. and he's all smug about it too
Unpopular opinion: I can't BELIEVE this is unpopular but he's not actually angry most of the time, just irritated. There's a difference. Church is ANGRY when Caboose dies in the time loops, he's IRRITATED when he's in a stupid argument.
A wish: PSA's with Church? PSA's with Church pretty please? I don't care if he's dead in the main show the PSA verse is implied to be like. They're actors of themselves. PSA's with Church I want to see him. Give him soup and fresh bread
An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen: ... But do NOT bring him back, worse if it's just to kill him again. I'm a slut for Church lives au's but he shouldn't come back in canon either. They got to say bye, let it stay bye.
5 words to best describe them: In denial, Irritable, needs therapy, softhearted, selfless
My nickname for them: Horrible little cuddlebug. Dickhead McDumbass. LL Church. Shouty McLoud. Baby blue bitch. I'm fucking with you only 2 of those are nicknames I use lol
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sparkler-v · 2 years
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hey have you guys met Bowser what do you think of him??
Sparkler: "Not the Bowser at the arcade, no. Never really got out much, and when I did Surge really didn't want me to be seen.... Buuuuttttt!"
Chase: 'No.'
Sparkler: "Chase has!"
Irene: "Excuse my interruption, however Sparklermun wishes for us to inform this Anon that the following story takes place post their adventure with Link in his game."
Sparkler: "Yeah, this happened one time when we came back ta visit. There we were in the Switch's GCS! I was hidin' in Chase's backpack as per usual, while he was headin' over to the Breath of the Wild entrance. On the way though, who would spot Chase walkin' around all by his self, but Bowser Jr! Apparently Chase looks very much like the son of a bad guy. You know, with his glowing yellow eyes and what not. So apparently this, "fellow" son of a bad guy spotted Chase and went all like. Friend! Get!"
Irene and Jay: *muffled laughter*
Sparkler: "And Bowser Jr just runs across the GCS and goes, whoa! Never seen you before. You from a new game..? Now of course, our silent protagonist here couldn't answer."
Chase: *inaudible groaning*
Sparkler: "Though that didn't stop Junior, as he started goin' on about how if Chase was new then he had to know about his Papa, who was the biggest. Meanest. Baddest bad guy ta ever claim the title of Bad Guy! So naturally Chase had ta meet 'em! So! Grabbin' him by the wrist, Junior starts dragging Chase back across the GCS while goin' on about how cool his Dad is, an' how mean he is, an' how he's always this close ta gettin' that Mario. And in no time there they were standing in front of the giant dragon turtle himself!"
Chase: 'He was... actually nice.'
Sparkler: "Yeah! From his voice I could hear that he was actually excited ta see Junior makin' a friend with a kid like 'im. Thing is, I don't know if it was cuz Bowser is a Dad, but somehow he picked up on Chase once havin' parents. Actual parents, not backstory ones. You see, there are a lot of child protagonists that don't need parents to take care of 'em. Just the way they're programmed, but there are some like Junior that are a little more dependent on their parents. Mostly because they actually have 'em! So they're coded to be more dependent, and Bowser picked up on that. So he asked where Chase's Dad was, which is never a happy question, so he asked where his game was, which is also not ah happy question."
Jay: *winces* "I'm sorry Chase."
Chase: *shrugs*
Sparkler: "There was uh pause after that... Don't know exactly what happened, seein' how I was in the bag, but I was ready to pop out if Chase needed me. But then I heard 'im ask what kind of game Chase was from, and Chase got out that he was from an old racing game... Turns out, Bowser was also from a racing game. Mario Kart Eight in fact, and he invited Chase to race with Junior and all the Koopalings. If he wanted... And let me tell you. We never made it to Breath of the Wild!"
Irene: *snorts*
Sparkler: "It took some convincin', and Chase was nervous at first. But he wound up havin' a blast with Junior and the Koopalings. Even won a couple races! He had such ah good time though that he and Junior are actually friends now, and he's gone back to race him 'im and all his siblings a couple times now... Course, there were some explanations later. Turns out, Bowser knew sign language, and he got ah hold of someone he thought Chase would be more comfortable around."
Chase: 'Princess Peach.'
Sparkler: "Yeah! Princess Peach. In the end, Chase managed to uh... kinda convince them that he was fine. That though he was gameless, he wasn't alone. Told 'em that he's still got his sister lookin' out for him. Though uh... they didn't sound too happy that I wasn't there with him. I mean uh, how could they know. Buuuuut, eventually Chase convinced them enough ta let him go. With the promise that he'd be safe, and a bit of a threat aimed at me if I didn't go out with him next time. Can't tell you how mad Bowser and Peach are at me now, even though I've always been there! But yeah... That was how Chase met Bowser."
Irene: "He spotted a lost child, and his parental instincts triggered. Hmm hm... Isn't it true Bowser adopted most of his children?"
Sparkler: "Oh my gosh! Chase! Ya could've been a Koopaling!"
Chase: 'Nooooo.'
Sparkler: "HA!"
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[BaileyRichard] ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public
| less cringy NSFW/intimacy meme |
Standing in front of the many mirrors inside the the dressing room of the department store. As Richard looked over how the dark blue suite nearly able to be confused for black with how deep the color was. Mulling over his choice he thought it be good to wear a color he loved though to help ease the growing nervous feeling on his mind. But going for black might be better make him seem more serious maybe? then again maybe that would be a mistake, he was thinking to hard on this he knew that.  “What do you think about this one?” he asked over his shoulder looking to Bailey, the company he dragged in along with him into the small room. Bailey saying it looked just a good as any of choice he had brought in with him. Richard only sighed “that the problem when you look as I do everything just looks amazing” Smiling to himself over that bit of information, starting to undress to try another suit set on “See this is why I had you tag along with me mirrors are nice and all. And sure I can boost my own ego buuuuut I much rather enjoy it when you do especially with ogled me like that” 
Smirking as set the suite jacket and dress shirt off to the side for now, leaning back against one of the walls so he could more enjoy the way Bailey was looking him over right now. To be fair the poor rooster had to sit and watch his husband without getting to touch, as Richard dressed and undressed due to all the second guessing Richard was doing over this one choice. Bailey happy for the ‘free show’ was curious  “I was going to wait till after the meeting so I had some good news to share but, I have a meeting coming up and if things go well Nestcafe’ will have connections with a hotel chain which would push the spread of my company, you know instead of them going with the boring lame brain idea of just getting a Starducks put in.” Smug as he smiled even more over said people seeing Nestcafe’ as a better choice for their business. “And I’ll admit I may be a little bit nervous about it since, well this wound expand my company out of this city. So I need to get this” Looking over his choices once again “You know how the saying goes clothes make the man and all that. I just work better when my confidence is at an all time high, and getting my ego stroke helps with that the most, and who is better at sucking my dick then my beloved husband? so two birds one stone.”  Bailey just just smirked at Richard happily pointing out that said dick sucking seemed to be having others effects instead gesturing to Richard’s crotch “yeah getting turned on was not in my plan when I dragged you in here with me. I think I'm going with the navy blue suit anyway I'm just waiting for this this to pass before we leave”   Bailey’s followed up suggestion of helping Richard with a literal dick sucking may be quicker. Richard just rolled his eyes a moment “I’m not saying no per say, because yes I’m clearly turned on right now but, despite what you have managed to convince me into going through before. Here seems a bit too open and very possible to be caught.” Richard moving over towards Bailey, leaning forward some so to place palms flat on the bench they sat on as he just smirked to them “not that fully against that sort of dick sucking later of course, you know for good luck.”  Bailey went on to push a bit trailing a hand over Richard’s face down his neck and over his arm slowly well speaking in a more hush tone. Bailey held no shame in the how they were clearly feeling over Richard right now. Noting since it was such a important meeting Richard could use all the ‘good luck’ they needed from more than one time. Crocking up an eyebrow as he looked to Bailey “You really just have a hard time resisting me don’t you? I can’t blame you I guess we both know how much you just love to praise and worship me like the god I am” did not take much to inflate either egos of the eagles. Bailey happy to agree as they told Richard they just wanted to help ease him for the meeting help him to relax and give him all the worship he need to be mentally ready for the meeting. Soon trailing on a line of praise Richard ways how rude it was he wasn’t allowed to touch them only getting to stare at Richard as they had got dressed and undress since getting here.  Bailey was good at one thing for sure he always knew the right buttons to push on Richard. Either to annoy the hell out of him or to play him like a fiddle and get the eagles ego in the works of the forefront of his mind. Didn’t take much till Richard pulled away suddenly Bailey ready to pout as if they were going to be getting a now, only for Richard to pull the pants he was try on, pulled off and set aside. He had some sense to not want the new clothes getting dirty after all soon, not wasting time as he pulled his boxers down next pointing to the floor. “Alright you’ve convinced me. I suppose I am being mean only letting you look after all and complimenting the whole time. Only fair you get reward dear, so If that's the case then get to work.” Richard watched Bailey’s pout turn to their own smirk as they moved off the bench and kneeled down in front of Richard instead. “as much as I want to enjoy it though lets make it quick at least, lessen the chance?” Bailey nodded even if they didn’t care as much. Smirking as they licked over Richard before wrapping their beak around his cock. Richard tipped his head back against the wall just letting himself relax under Bailey’s care right now.  Listening out pass the thin door to make sure no one working the dressing room was coming by at the moment, they had it to themselves so he was just hoping that be the case still. Biting at his beak as Bailey seemed to find their pace as they bob their head, casting his gaze to watch his cock get devoured by Bailey. Reaching down to pet over their head “I know I taste good to you but we don’t have the luxury to just enjoy this, if you really want to please and help me out then you’ll need to get to work faster.” 
Bailey managed to smirk at the corners of his beak taking that into account as he started to suck roughly around Richard placing their own hands on Richard’s hips for better support, didn’t take long for them to deep throat Richard fully. Richard slightly moaned out from that alone but it was when the damn pricing vibrated that took him by surpised. “Fuck” he cursed under his breath not quite to the ‘suck your soul outta your dick’ or even breaking his dick levels but this was definitely up there, Bailey along with know how to stroke his ego and push his buttons also knew how to get him to cum, scratching at Richard’s hips as they made work of his length, Richard couldn’t help but move his hips forward. It felt amazing that trace of nervous long gone by this point along with the fact of where they were.  Too busy loving the feeling of Bailey’s mouth around him, moaning out himself as he let the pleasure take over his body instead. That was until a loud knock rapped at the door slightly startling both of them, even getting Bailey to pull away from Richard’s cock as they both stared at the door in silence. Bailey first to break it asking Richard if they knew what they were doing, the employee’s dead pan voice gave out a yes to answer said question.  Damn it. Richard thought as he shook his head of course they found them out, the changing rooms were all empty expect this one any noise would be easy to pick up on and with how good that was Richard wasn’t really being too discrete himself anyway. Another knock on the door more of a pounding of their first really, as they voice through the door clearly telling what Bailey and Richard ro get out in as much a dead panned a voice could convey. Richard and Bailey shared a looked but nether could help to hold back the slight laugh either gave out just now as Richard gestured for Bailey to help him gather what he had on before going to try stuff on.  “We’ll be out in a second.” Richard stated as he started to get dress still slightly chuckling under his breath over this. Bailey least helping him get dressed to hurry up once they had their shirt to button up, Bailey buried his face into Richard back to laugh themselves as well. “You’re lucky I love you because I'm only upset I didn’t get to cum in your mouth, and not the possibility of finding somewhere else to shop.” Looking over his shoulder once his buttons were all redone “You own me another good luck suck once were out of here though got it?” 
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2gether Rewatch ep 1:
I forgot that it starts out with Tine narrating for a bit.
Tine telling his friends about Green and how Green said he'll make Tine change his mind about liking guys
And his friends' immediate responses being Team Green! Is actually super realistic friend group dynamic teasing and I love it.
Tine RUNNING AWAY from Green KILLS me every time!!
And he runs directly to his friends, "Guess who I saw this morning!" 😂 I love their friend group.
Green handing toilet paper to Tine in the bathroom....... Yeah........
Did Green pursue P'Dim like this too? And it worked?? Or did P'Dim pursue Green?? Gosh, now I want like a prequel story for them.
Tine's friends saying he needs to start playing hard ball and then joking about football and baseball 😂👍
Tine's friends dressing up to scare Green! And one's holding a TOILET SCRUB BRUSH! HOW does someone even come up with that!?? It's brilliant!???
"I've taken a few boxing classes." Tine looking absolutely terrified: "Not just a few O.O" (poor bunny :()
Green's skinny jeans are so tight, but like 👌 nice
Green does not strike me as a fickle person. Did he really like Tine? I think he did, but like, what about P'Dim? Part of me feels like he just used Tine to make P'Dim jealous, which is awful and in no way helps Tine's low self esteem.
What's annoying is that Tine does straight up, honestly, and kindly tell Green he's not interested. Green just reads into everything and twists the truth. And won't listen to Tine.
He takes advantage of Tine's kindness and inability to tell him a harsh no, stop. Tine doesn't absolutely, concretely refuse Green and somehow that leaves just enough wiggle room for Green to squeeze in and manipulate the situation.
😂 I forgot about Tine's run when he escapes Green to get drinks 😂😂😂👌 it's the best thing ever. I love him so much. It's such a great little run!!
I think it's interesting that Tine acts happy/drunk from that drug and not just sleepy/dead tired.
Tine's favorite song is Together. Hmm. How fitting.
Poor Tine. Green immediately forgets to hold him up and drops him!
Okay. I can kind of understand the logic of "a fake girlfriend didn't work. Maybe a fake boyfriend will." Because Green is convinced he can change Tine, but what if Tine does admit to liking guys but it's not for Green? Then Green would be forced to acknowledge that Tine isn't rejecting him because he's a guy but because he's genuinely not interested in Green.
I think it's funny that they just had to shoot for the best of the best guy though 😂 why not just someone decently attractive? It worked out brilliantly for them though. The lucky b*stards.
Their little bulletin with a drawn portrait with no likeness at all to Sarawat with a question mark over the face 😂😂😂 and the sticky notes. Very professional detective work y'all are doing over there.
You know what's really weird. When I started watching 2gether, I had no idea who Toptap was but I knew Tine had a brother so I kept wondering who was the brother in the show during ep 1. Now I know who Toptap is and recognize him and I know that Type isn't even introduced as a character until several episodes later. But that was weird to realize because it means that since episode 1 was released I've watched multiple shows with Toptap in them. (Water Boyy, 3 will be free, rewatched love sick)
Sarawat is awesome. He's such a killer. 😂 And his friends are so great!! Gunsmile and Mike. *Chef's kiss*
The cast for this show is perfection. I love all of them. They're all amazing and hilarious and adorable AND amazing actors.
Posting a fake schedule for Sarawat was so smart! Too bad Tine and his friends kinda blew it for him.
Tine's friend Ohm (JJ) said he has a spy that said the schedule is a fake. Who's his spy???
Love the guitar music as Tine's running to Sarawat. How the heck did he manage to get in front of all those girls? There were girls on the stairs below where he and his friends were standing.
I really want to know what Sarawat is thinking when Tine just shows up right in front of him. He and his friends just walk away without saying anything at first. Why?
Sarawat's friends' reactions to Tine calling him an asshole 😂
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What's super interesting to me about their first interaction is that Sarawat has been aware of and probably been watching Tine for a year. Which means he at least has some basic knowledge about Tine. Like he's kind, relaxed, cool (chill), etc. I wonder what he thought about Tine calling him an asshole. Not a great first impression, buuuuut~ it wasn't a first impression. Sarawat already knows that Tine is a good guy.
Is Sarawat just so introverted and socially stunted that he just has no idea how to interact with his crush so he's acting overly cool/cold to him?? I don't understand why he acts like that to his crush?
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I just don't get it.
And then we get this wide shot and I love watching Sarawat's friends' reactions because I love their perspective on everything. But their faces after Sarawat says that and walks away are so funny! And Gunsmile's little wave 😂👌 (not the greatest snapshots sorry)
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Guys I just finished part 2. This is bad. This post is so long already.
I feel like Sarawat got lucky because of how stubborn Tine is. Tine's friends are like, "let's find a different target." And Tine goes, "Nah, he's difficult so I have to have him now."
Tine said "email" so now I'm thinking about him speaking English and that Win lived in the US for a year and he's only a year younger than me and how crazy would it have been if I had met him? I went to a school that had a lot of foreign students. So weird. I mean the US is huge so of course the chances are crazy small, but it's fun to think about.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I finally understand how Tine's email sounded like he wants to kiss/sleep with Sarawat now. Got it. I was really slow on that, wooow....
Tine's dream is 👌
Sarawat's jacket is 🤤
Fun story (cuz this post isn't long enough already): before I started watching 2gether, I read a post about Tine's dream and that Sarawat turned into Green, but I didn't know Green was a name (and there were no capital letters to indicate that) so I thought that Sarawat must've turned into like a green monster or something in Tine's dream but nope! That's not what that meant!
After that email, I wonder what Sarawat thinks of his crush now. Lol.
I just noticed this bike statue 👌 I love public artwork so much sometimes
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Aaaaaaaaaand now that I've noticed the statue, I also noticed
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That when Tine crashes into the bush, he's somehow magically back at the statue and that little roundabout.
Aw. Okay. I'll give Green one (1) point. It's sweet that he got Tine and was sitting next to him with a smelling thing for Tine to wake up.
This girl Ann is precious. She's so cute.
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This is the shared student number party. I'm a little confused why there are so many people there? Is it multiple student number groups meeting up?
Tine goes from 0 to 100 energy wise real quick! "I'm a chic guy. I like to act cute!" He is so cute. You all know the rest of that speech.
Oh I'm dumb! Sarawat and Tine are both new incoming freshman! Sarawat probably recognized Tine from the concert, but he probably hasn't even seen Tine since then! For some reason I was thinking they've probably had the chance to see each other around University. I'm dumb. So everything Tine is doing, Sarawat has no context for, nothing to compare it to or anything.
Tine.... Breaking the phone..... The cringe.... The secondhand embarrassment.... I'm struggling. It hurts. Oh the pain....
Okay yay!! EPISODE 1: DONE! 😄
I hope you all enjoyed my commentary even though it was very very long. 😂😘
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Howdy! I loved your headcanons of getting close to drakath from AQW. I had a question though, what would he be like romantically? I'm a softy for this guy. Have a wonderful day!
Howdy! I hope you are having a good day as well! Also i love this guy and his mirror self. Like. I would date him lol (call me a trash or whatever, but imma stand my ground)
You bring me happiness (Drakath romantic headcanons)
•what is date. How do you date. Oh god. Oh frick. Oh Lore. He has no ideas what to do with you on a date
•i mean. Drakath surely allowed you to get close enough to him, so he should also get to know you. But? He never had someone he wanted to take on a date? Help?
•this is embaracing.... Drakath wants it to be a nice suprise. But he knows just as much of a dating just like Gravelyn has will to forgive him (spoilers: literally none)
•he would ask his right hand, Cemeros, for an advice, but this woman is really not taking anything seriously
•well...maybe? If you actually like him? He just needs to tell you that he wants to go on a date? Yes? (Yes and you wanted to ask him on a date too, so Dorkath is happy yay)
•get these crowded public places away from him. Drakath doesnt have the best reputation (duh) and the last thing he needs is for some idiots ruin your moment
•Drakath was <and kinda still is> a Prince, so he wont be in some dirty and poor places. Expensive? Yes. Buy you gifts? Also yes. He has gold, he can use it however he likes
•wont be ashamed to help you win the prise you want, even if he needs to use chaos magic. Because this whole Lore can be damned, your happiness is his priority, not some worker's
•gets jealous easily. Like. Its funny how quickly Drakath can get jealous. Normally, he is too shy to show off even the tiniest affection stuff like holding hands, but when someone is taking too long talking with you or staring even, hoo boi. Then he just pulls you away from anyone, covers in his wings (they are huge for real) and deathglares someone away (noone wants to mess with him anyways)
•PLEASE dont go somewhere loud, he prefers somewhere rather dead silent. Or something that isnt "blowing his ears off" with volume
•when you 2 are alone in his or your home, its another story tho. Drakath is shy in public, but really isnt in private. He can and will hug and warp you in his wings because he can now do it and it feels so good to cuddle-
•thats that one guy who takes care of everything yeah...But seems to sometimes forget that he is alot taller then like 90% of people on the Lore and forgets to get down when walking through the normal door and gets his foread hit. Ow. Thats why all his doors are alot larger in his castle
•god save him if you wanna have a sleepover in one bed (nothing dirty, whadidyathinkyou pe-) . Drakath face will turn bright red. Its too much. Halp
•buuuuut agrees anyway cus doesnt want to upset you. Turns out he is a big cuddly bear... That really often has nightmares about his Father's death. Help this poor boi. He will be gratefull :3
•probably wakes up first but cant really get out of the bed because you look so peacefull when sleeping
•even if you have one of the worst nightmates and wake him up by screaming and being hysteric, Drakath wont judge. Been there. But without anyone to help him. So now he can help you. Holding you close and reasuring that its just a bad dream and both of you are fine
•will prepare you breakfast before you even get to brush your teeth, Drakath had to learn alot quickly and mostly by himself when he was kicked out
•if you have any books to read with him, he will just be one happy boi. Drakath really enjoys reading. Even if you dont have, he just loves to spend time with you either in silence or doing literally anything. He actually tried very hard to avoid getting attached because of that one tragic event, but, with you making him happy and yourself having fun, maybe he was somewhat foolish for not getting to know you sooner, to feel even greater happiness, then if he ever felt one all alone
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