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grad604georgiamrickard · 2 years ago

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AGI

I got the privilege to go to AGI. It was such an incredible event to go to, I gained a wealth of knowledge. here are some snippets of what i learned that can be applied to life and design!

Taku Satoh

"Hodo Hodo" means just enough, having simplicity and special consideration. About knowing when to stop, not overdoing it to let other elements shine. Taku was one of my favourite speakers he was concise and to the point and I loved this line above.

Astrid Stavro

keep learning by asking questions and being curious. Don't take the money but do what you love. Challenges are opportunities in disguise. Mistakes lead to unexpected places. Never stop learning. Do work that's true to your heart, embrace the uncertainty, and leap before you look. Curiosity is the engine and doubt is the catalyst.

' if you feel safe in the area your working your not working in the right area. Always go a little bit further in the water than you feel your capable of being in. Go a little bit out of your depth and when you don't feel your feet are quite touching the bottom your just about in the place to do something exciting'

Irene Pereyra

Doing things different is better than doing the same. Sell something new make it familiar, sell something familiar make it surprising. Its important to spend time on projects you love as this will continue the passion ( set aside 10% to do your fun things).

Henrik Kubel

Have a very clear brief

Paul Garbett

Create and bring something into existence, we create what we observe. Pay intention without paying attention. creativity is connecting ideas and then connecting with people.

Dean Poole

He makes meaning of every single detail and connects it with his customers. Design can just be about people and place a way to sell stories rather than sell. don't overthink design just do it.

Ahn sang Soo

Create joy in other peoples lives through design. Have a hungry spirit, thinking hands and human enhancement. Creativity stems from our heads and technology takes away. We often hold our head in high regard and despise the body but we need to respect the boy in the creative process. Play with creativity that comes from pleasure impulse.

Pauler Scher

Create seasons and series instead of individual work- create a system out of things that seem iratic. Create a design that's fast, loose, dangerous and fun! For everything you do create systems and brand manuals. Find something you like and take the opportunity and go for it.

Stefan Siegmeister FAVOURITE SPEAKER

A lot of his work comes from living in Rome and having dinners with other artists. As a communication designer, you must be aware of what's going on in the world. Look at the problems this world has of doom and gloom and do something to help. Every positive outcome will have negative side effects and we have to work on them this is just a reality. Every idea has a dozen to make a series. It doesn't matter if you are an artist or designer it matters if you speak and communicate - he gives deep reasoning behind his work and wants to connect with people. He uses random things he's passionate about such as coffee ( he has 13 cups a day). His slogan and mission statement is 'Now is better' Look back and see how far you've grown and how far we have grown as a world. With things that could be a big obstacle, he uses it to his advantage. He encourages art to be a conversation starter. For people who cannot afford art, he created a giant poster notepad and they could rip it off and take one home for free. He isn't out to get but to give back and make the world a better place. 90% of people 200 years ago lived in extreme poverty look where we are today, always look at the glass half full, and look at the long-term picture - it's about your perspective. The world can be improved. Now is better.

Lars Muller

Ensure consistency and structure in your work with grids, books are objects so consider all aspects such as size, weight, and texture. I loved this quote ' White is the colour of imagination, everything and nothing, a place to draw inspiration from and start afresh'. Think outside the box and look at other materials you wouldn't usually consider (concrete-covered book). Don't be afraid of colour.

Ya-Leng Yu

If you ditch tradition or history you can't relate but if you cling young people can't embrace it. The new encompasses the old. Use aspects of the product (roof shape) as inspiration to create a contemporary approach to relate and connect to history in a new way. Collaboration is at the heart of design.

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have a cretain amount of time to do your passion projects and play (15% is good! - as a student it should be 100%). Designers don't retire. Do projects that make you look at the world different.

Kenya Hara

make things unknown and think outside of the box. Have the art of simplicity. Good design includes function and laughter. Respect the nature and land in your work.

Stanely Wong

it's not about exhibitions or achievements, it's about the journey and the relationship of pen to paper, time and existence. Ask 'who am I?' 'What is my image?'. He is a Buddhist and a lot of what he does stems from this but he is not invasive with it. He works on projects aligning with his values, culture and spirit. Every project he creates there is a key value at play. He encourages to make a poster a week and make a personal project 80/20 rule. He tries something new when he enters a new season of life. his seasons are based on what he learns. Passionately curious creativity is values and time and your past.

Ariane Spanier

Confront the unknowns head-on, and embrace it it is our job. There are known knowns, known unknowns, unknown knowns and unknown unknowns. make decisions, start with what you have or you'll run out of time. Try for impact. Quote I love ' Have the love for drawing first, it is the first language, typography is a drawing". Create the space to play and the result for people to enjoy themselves its awesome if you can make a story out of it. People love drawing and feel connected - involve people for connection. Uncertainty can open the crack in the wall which you can emerge. use the uncomfortable feeling as a compass - leave the last known behind you and find the new unknown.

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dwarvendiaries · 3 years ago

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Types of Dwarf Fortress Players

The Optimizer:

Order lists, workshop links, stacks of stockpiles, pathing research, diagonal paths, the factory sphere, burrowing to the extreme, castes by trade, a repeat rock block job, traps (specially designed for cave-ins or drownings or fire), u-bends, caravan only-routes, pumps (lots of them often magma safe): the optimizer seeks to produce a productive and efficient fortress that not only rejects aesthetics and typical design 'tropes'. How small can make the pasture before the llamas starve? Death to pandas, choosy buggers.

The Scientist:

The most infamous group if you've ever heard of Dwarf Fortress and the least ethically inclined when it comes to the treatment of dwarves. These players want to pick apart the workings of the game trying to find bugs and edge cases. They'll work out how to get minecarts to fly up a ramp without any rollers. They'll tirelessly attempt to tame hostile animals to see what will happen. They'll forge and remelt various objects to see if they can produce metal from nothing. They'll and Got a Forgotten beast that causes a dwarf's skin to rot off? The Scientist will capture the beast and exploit the dust to make super soldiers devoid of pain (and skin).

There are two grades of dwarven science:

science is run-of-the-mill stuff carried out through observation of the environment.

SCIENCE involves a deliberate choice. lets work out what the Armok's going on with the Military menu or what the properties of these materials are.

!!SCIENCE!! is very dwarfy and usually involves magma and is carried out in a living fortress in blatant disregard for the danger it poses

Remember kids, the only difference between screwing about and science is writing it down.

The Drifter:

This player gets a new fortress idea every week starts one in a quick burst and by the time it's the end of the week will have a new idea and move on to that instead. These players usually start up the fortress and do not go beyond self-sufficiency. But their worlds are very cool to explore in adventure mode, with unusual sites dotted around the map.

The Architect:

Pencils out with a pair of thick glasses and wearing a black turtle neck, this player chooses the path of aesthetics. Whether that's recreating the mines of Moria, building a Cathedral or carving out an underground village lit by magma lamps. Expect beautiful bedrooms, magnificent mosaics, and tall taverns. Do not confuse them with the roleplayer or optimizer. The architect values their vision over the dwarves, they are merely a means to an end, window-dressing, the fortunate inhabitants.

The Novice:

This player recently discovered the game. They wouldn't know a pump stack from a magma piston and that's fine. They'll probably pick up the game once generate a world and not get much further, then give up and go watch Kruggsmash. Repeat the cycle everywhere between a week or a year or two. Finally, they get a self-sufficient fortress in a neat little pocket world with some odd design choices and narrow corridors. Then the dragon arrives...

The Adventurer:

You actually play fortress mode? I love the detail of adventurer mode. Want to fight a baron? Take a book from his collection and beat him to death with it. I can't actually remember the hotkeys but I do have the quick reference printed out. Fortress mode just feels so impersonal and overwhelming you know.

The Legendeer:

This is the closest dwarf fortress gets to power gaming. They produce ridiculous projects in Dwarf Fortress. Got 100 dwarves in your fortress; they have 1000. Captured a forgotten beast; they've made it their mission to capture all of them like FUN pokémon. They're busy building the next generation of dwarfputer.

The Modder

Modding Dwarf Fortress can be done in notepad so the number of mods is extensive. There have been:

Star Wars: Jawa Fortress

The Fluffy Pony Mod

Primal Mod - DF but with Dinosaurs

Cat Fortress - play as a cat

Fortbent - the Dwarf Fortress Homestuck mod

Then there are the utility developers.

The Roleplayer:

Kruggsmash. If you're a dwarf in a roleplayer's fortress you're one of the lucky ones. Congrats you have a 187% greater chance of survival than 83% of dwarves. Urist, you have a nickname, a 5x5 bedroom, a statue of a sea otter holding cheese, a spouse, three pet pigs and a mist generator in your dining hall. Your benevolent overseer has placed a cap on the population preventing the tyranny of THE CROWN from noticing your fortress and inflicting severe and deadly punishment among your comrades. Expect your dream to be fulfilled:

Start a Family

Rule the World

Create a work of art

Craft a masterwork

Bring peace to the world

Become a legendary warrior

Master a skill

Fall in Love

See the natural sites

Immortality

Make great discovery

Attain rank in society

Bathe the world in chaos

#rated D for Dwarf #dwarf fortress #dwarves #player types

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selfdestructivecat · 4 years ago

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Random Virgil Headcanon Time because I don’t wanna write my paper (featuring Prinxiety because I am also trash in that respect)

Virgil loves to draw. Not only is it fun, but it’s also very therapeutic for him. When Virgil has nothing to do, his brain is firing insecurity after insecurity at him, so he’s constantly looking for distractions. Drawing is an extremely easy distraction, since he could carry a pencil and notepad with him in the pockets of his hoodie and, when the thoughts get too loud, he could simply whip out the notepad and start doodling whenever he wanted.

Practice makes perfect, and after years of drawing, Virgil’s gotten pretty good. His typical art style is… surprising, to say the least. Usually, when he’s drawing for fun, his style is very cutesy, energetic, and stylistic. However, sometimes Virgil’s anxiety is so loud that his art shifts from solid character designs into distorted scenes, jagged and overlapping lines and shadows smeared with his thumb clashing in a vivid, horrifying image of his most pressing fears. If one were to flip through one of Virgil’s sketchbooks, it would be an extremely jarring experience, given how you would see pages of cute and bubbly characters contrasting against vague, foreboding scenes.

While Roman strives for perfection in every piece of art he makes, Virgil tries not to get caught up on the intricacies of his art. He knows he’ll never be as good as Roman. Not even close. So he doesn’t bother trying, seeing art as something for him to enjoy privately. Besides, he’s not drawing with the intent to become an extremely talented artist. He simply draws because he likes to.

Virgil never intends to share his art with anyone. He can’t think of anything more mortifying, having both his dark and brooding persona shattered and his deepest fears revealed in one go. Most of all, Virgil wants Roman to stay far away from his art. He already receives enough insults and glares from the Prince. He doesn’t think he could keep it together if the embodiment of Creativity criticized the Anxious Side’s few instances of creative expression.

But of course, given Virgil’s rotten luck, the others find out. It’s a few weeks after his acceptance, and the others are acting much friendlier towards him, which may have been why he let his guard down.

For once, it’s actually Logan’s fault, the Logical Side picking up one of Virgil’s small notepads that was carelessly left behind. Assuming that it belongs to Roman, Logan absent-mindlessly flips through the pages, wondering if the book contained any new video ideas that Roman was brainstorming (and if Logan could get a head start on these ideas, that would be most satisfactory. He is nothing if not punctual, after all). Instead, he’s surprised to see quick, imperfect lines and expressive characters, the style a clear deviation from Roman’s detailed landscapes and hyper-realistic portraits.

He first goes to Patton, associating the bubbly style with the cheerful Moral Side. Of course, it doesn’t belong to Patton, although Patton is quick to praise the art and gush over the adorable characters. Roman is summoned next, because maybe Logan had a lapse of judgement, and these were simply more experimental art pieces from him.

Roman is stunned. In the back of his mind, the perfectionist in him is cataloging the tiny, technical flaws in each piece, but it’s almost completely drowned out by how much feeling each drawing has. Even the characters in their cutesy style and dynamic poses all have such an energy to it that Roman immediately adores, and he can’t help but smile as he keeps turning the pages, wondering who was hiding such talent in the Mindscape.

And then he turns another page and is met with a sea of thrashing monsters, all indistinguishable from each other in a shadowed mass of ink, and all three Sides realize exactly who the sketchbook belongs to.

Before they can do anything, they hear a sharp gasp. All of them whip around to see the recently accepted Virgil standing at the foot of the stairs, looking between them and the open sketchbook with rising horror.

The others saw them. They saw his disgustingly cute art and his horrifying vent pieces and oh my god Roman saw them he’s going to hate me after he had finally started to tolerate me and-

And they don’t.

Logan is by his side in an instant, coaching him through familiar breathing exercises in a soft, soothing voice. Patton sits next to him on the stairs, allowing Virgil to curl into his arms as the fatherly Side rubs circles into his back. Roman is a bit lost, still tentatively navigating how to act around Virgil now that they were no longer enemies. He gently places the book in front of Virgil before sitting in front of the group, looking helpless. Hesitantly, he offers a hand out towards Virgil, and after a moment, Virgil grips it tightly.

When Virgil finally calms down, he snatches the book and holds it close to his chest, even though he knows that it’s useless. They’ve already seen the contents. Logan, ever perceptive, makes the connection and reassures Virgil that they aren’t upset at all about the contents in the book, and that whatever horrible conclusion Virgil had jumped to was likely false. Patton is quick to agree, praising Virgil’s artwork and echoing his previous gushing about the adorable characters, and he is so enthusiastic and genuine that Virgil can’t even bring himself to counter with anything self-deprecating.

And then his eyes fall on Roman, who isn’t feeling any less lost in this situation. He flounders, trying to articulate with poetic words and flowery speeches, but when he sees Virgil looking even more downcast (obviously taking his lack of words in a negative way) he instead speaks honestly, saying how much he genuinely likes Virgil’s art. When Virgil clearly doesn’t believe him, he goes into more detail, pointing out specific things he really liked or that worked especially well technically and compositionally. He even talks about the vent art, praising the contrasting shadows and mood.

In the middle of his speech, when Roman finally starts to build up his usual gusto, he casually states that he would love to collaborate on a piece with Virgil and see how their two styles worked together. It’s a spur-of-the-moment offer, and even Roman is surprised by the request, but he doesn’t take it back. He realizes, with no small amount of shock, that he genuinely means it. He wants to create something, to participate in an activity rooted in his very function, and he wants to do it with Virgil, his former enemy.

Virgil bursts into tears.

It isn’t until much later, when Virgil gains more confidence in his place with the Light Sides and with himself, that he finally accepts Roman’s offer. It’s an extremely messy affair, paint splattering all across the room and on their clothes and hair, but it’s the most fun either of them have ever had creating art.

The finished piece finds itself in a place of honor on Roman’s wall, surrounded by all of his best work and a few of Virgil’s own pieces. And it’s okay, because their next collaboration ends up in Virgil’s room. And then the following in Roman’s, then in Virgil’s, and so on and so forth until there isn’t any more room left on their walls.

But they keep painting, and the bad thoughts never seem so loud whenever they create together. But maybe that has less to do with the act of creating and more to do with the company they keep.

#my ramblings #my headcanons #sanders sides headcanon #sanders sides #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #roman sanders #sanders sides roman #logan sanders #sanders sides logan #patton sanders #sanders sides patton #prinxiety #you guys seem to like these so here’s more!#thanks for all of your support and kind words #it means the world to me

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vaporvipermedia · 3 years ago

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Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one? Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

(He/She)

Kei thoroughly enjoys having Divus as a teacher. She admires his sense of fashion and frequently seeks advice on clothing when she goes shopping with Rook. Kei scribbles down everything Divus says on her notepad, no questions asked. He is also impressed by his hardworking nature and confident attitude to his students. Whenever Kei sees Divus in the hallway, he often approaches him, either to assist him with any heavy alchemy books he may be carrying or simply to chat about his latest designs.

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Lets just say that one day Ramshackle all of a sudden got burned down by grim or maybe the place is falling apart more than usual and Kei has to be sorted somewhere else. He would be in Pomefiore no questions asked both because she wanted to and because Vil requested for Kei to come over so it was pretty much a win-win situation.

I think Kei would survive Vil’s strict standards when it comes to keeping up great appearances. She basically has the upper hand since she’s in a relationship with Rook aka Kei’s Guide for Vil’s Standards. So I think she would have a normal time there casually helping Vil find some misplaced makeup of his and eventually getting better at makeup when events come out.

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

Epel! Whenever he comes to Kei to vent out his frustrations about Vil and his high standards and want for absolute perfection, Kei always lends an ear and offers bits and pieces of advice in order to make things more tolerable at Pomefiore. They also go on trips throughout the town in order to find some cool clothing Epel actually likes. Safe to say they have a nice sibling relationship.

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

(He/Him)

Sullivan is also part of the Divus Fan Club, he loves his attitude and often goes for teasing battles while in class. Which leads to Divus smacking Sullivan’s head with rolled up newspaper, “Down boy! You still have to pay attention in my class.” But to no one’s surprise it does not end. Sullivan just wants to tease his favorite teacher, no harm in doing that right?…Right?

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Savanaclaw, not only because he’s very athletic but also because I can see him pissing off Leona on multiple occasions. Not to mention a herbivore being inside his dorm? Leona might just pass out from the absurdity of the whole idea. Spell drive practices would be hell if those two were on the same field. From now on Leona won’t be woken up by Ruggie but by the loud booming of Sullivan’s pirate talk.

“WAKE UP YA SCALLYWAG! THE MUNCHKIN ISN’T ALWAYS GOING TO WAKE YE UP!”

He doesn’t talk like that all time but when he does, it’s extremely fun for him

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

Ruggie is his little brother now, they both talk shit about Leona behind his back and sneak away food from unsuspecting students. The two broke boys who want to get rich quick! THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE!

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

(He/Him)

Trein hands down. Although Kai likes all of the staff members equally, the absolute calmness of Trein takes them out by a landslide. He genuinely feels more relaxed in his class especially whenever finishes up taking care of chores and dealing with Sullivan’s crazy ideas for future voyages. It’s like a little reward coming to his class! Even if History of Magic isn’t his best subject.

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Scarabia because he would be a great help around the place! Jamil might even start thinking Kai is some merciful god who took pity on him and decided to do his job for him. Although he is no powerful being, he is a really great cook who can clean up after himself and others! It would be such a breeze dealing with Kalim compared to Sullivan. As much as Kai does care for the guy, Kalim is one major upgrade.

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

WOULD SPOIL JACK TO HELL AND BACK! Kai is straight up a big brother to everyone (I mean he already is one soo…). But when it comes to Jack this man will be going into doting parent mode. I swear whenever Jack goes to practice for up and coming tournaments, Kai is always at the bleachers with water ready to cheer him on! Jack is of course super embarrassed but can’t help but love the praise AND YOU KNOW FOR A FACT THAT TAIL IS WAGGING NON STOP! And it’s even worse when Kai starts praising him while giving him head pats.

“Man you’re cool whenever you practice! I know for a fact you’ll be a great star player. Oh who am I kidding? You already are!”

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

(He/They)

Sam is a lifesaver in Raizel’s eyes. Whenever his favorite romance series is unavailable in the library he instantly ran to Sam’s shop in hopes he had the newest volume. Thankfully he did, which made Raizel a smiling, sobbing, crumpled mess on the floor to Sam’s bewilderment. He became such a special customer to the point that Sam would just give a knowing look as to what they want.

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Pomefiore most definitely! They’re really talented in makeup and beauty supplies being the face of The Queenporium and all. Not to mention they had to create a whole other persona to seem absolutely perfect in every way. Let’s just hope that his roommates don’t question the random giggling at night along with the sound of excessive page turns from reading his novels so often.

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

Trey no doubt! Raizel sees Trey as a big sibling who gives him snacks on his worst days. Raizel could come in with a sunken look and Trey would immediately know what’s up.

“Oh boy, come on, sit down. Tell me what happened-“

“MY FAVORITE CHARACTER GOT STABBED BY HER LOVER LORD ALEXANDRIUS THE THIRD-“

They will keep on ranting about his show until he feels better again. Trey is a trooper dealing with Raizel’s breakdowns; he is definitely a nice patient guy to be around.

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

(He/Him)

He’s not really into having favorites (excluding Raizel for a hot second) BUT! If he were to choose a staff member he favors he would most likely be Trein. When his class begins, Orval enjoys his calm but strict personality. Not to mention that before coming to NRC, Orval struggled with History of Magic, and his previous teachers did nothing to help him understand the subject. But he was grateful that Trein was willing to assist him in rushing through the textbooks. Orval is grateful to the man in some ways, and he is frequently seen petting Lucius while studying in Trein's classroom.

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Diasomnia! Orval is a straight up wildcard so he’s kind of perfect for a dorm like this. He could be an exceptional magic user one day and be a complete menace using his unique magic to cause problems on purpose with a straight face. He may be a gentleman but he’s willing to start mischief if he ever gets bored. Would have so many brawls with Lilia to the point it would become a routine.

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

Definitely the eldest who likes to tease the middle child whenever they’re not in the mood for jokes. Would always bring up Azul’s grade school photos whenever he starts all pompous towards Orval. Will make sure to not let any embarrassing thing Azul does go waste. After all, free blackmail can do wonders!

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

(He/She)

Vargas…very unironically

He just likes the crazy loud gym man simply because he’s amusing to listen to even though he’s completely serious. Others may see a down right demanding man abusing his power to work students to the bone but Blaze on the other hand sees him as free entertainment. Often copying his movements while Vargas is looking away from him which gives the students a little bit of a chuckle.

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Either Diasomnia or Savanaclaw. No matter which one both Malleus and Leona would want her out of there. She is scarily strong enough to launch an entire spell drive disk all the way to another dorm. Teasing? Relentless. Pranks? Too many to count. Being jumpscared by him back to back? MIGHT AS WELL MAKE IT YOUR ROUTINE! Not to mention that he plays a lot at ungodly hours, which may result in some complaints due to how loud his games are.

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

The Shroud brothers, although he teases them to hell and back he cares for them in his little messed up way. Whenever Idia is down in the dumps about not winning a boss and starts to give up Blaze starts hyping him up and starts offering him deals.

“If you beat this boss I’ll help you with the new gacha event coming out! And you know I have op luck.”

Which leads to Idia saying deal pretty much most of the time.

And for Ortho…she is not mean to him once. The child does not deserve Blaze’s smoke.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc #twisted oc #viper answers #twst yuu #kei yoshihiko #twst blaze #orval blackwell #sullivan laguna #raizel petal #kai ramsey #twst mc #twst

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years ago

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Contestant #7 Yoimiya

“You can call me Yoi! Nice to meet ya.”

Mayb’s 3k & Valentine’s Day event

Word Count: 638

Her smile is bright and wide and friendly, spreading to her eyes too, which form sort of in crescents. You can already tell she’s a warm person, the kind you’d trust in dearly; not to mention the pyro vision.

“Nice to meet you too, Yoi.”

She smiles even wider, somehow. “Let’s get going, shall we?”

Yoimiya decided to bring you along with her as she worked. For other people, this’d be a lame thing. Something like the boring paperwork of a commission or dangerous patrolling of the police would be ill-fitting for such an occasion. For her, though, this was quite fun.

Today, she was finding inspiration for new designs. She hoped it’d take after that one time she saw children catching goldfish, which birthed her brilliant idea for Goldfish Fireworks, but she couldn’t be sure.

“So, how do you do this?”

“Hm, well,” She’s still vigilant on her surroundings as she speaks, “I find a place to mingle, to watch. Whatever catches my eye I try to incorporate into a firework. Sometimes it works and other times it doesn’t, but you can say that about life too.”

“Shall I observe too?”

“‘Course. Then if I get a new firework because of you, I’ll make sure to write you a little slip of paper.”

She’s got her notebook (full of previous designs and failed ideas) tucked into her armpit, and your hand in hers—an action she’d done somewhat subconsciously and hadn’t bothered to undo.

The particular spot she’d picked was a bit new to her. This was a good thing, of course, for she had a fresh slate to pick ideas from.

“Hmm…” Yoimiya hums as she scans the area ahead of her. Nothing’s new, unfortunately. These trees, she’s seen them everywhere; the grass here was just as green as that grass over there, the mint just as tall and lavender melons just as round. There had to be something to admire over here! “I’m coming up with nothin’ over here.”

Something catches your eye, and you turn. Oh, just a far away abyss mage, bummer. Although… “Yoi, I’ve got an idea.”

“What is it?” She perks up. Ideas were great.

“How about painting stories in the sky? With fireworks, of course.” What was a good comparison..? Oh! “Like a puppet show!”

Yoimiya gasps dramatically, “You’re right! Oh, why haven’t I thought of this?”

She begins to furiously scribble in her notepad. You can barely catch a couple words over her shoulder, “Puppet show…powder…rainbow…blue & red oni…”, but it’s barely been a couple o’ minutes since she’d started when she finishes.

Yoimiya hops in place. Her blonde hair bounces around her face, the gigantic bow of rope lashes the air, and her hair accessory seems rather close to coming off. It is extremely clear to you that she’s excited.

“That’s such a good idea! Ah!” She giggles, “Oh I could just kiss you right now!”

And she does just that. Unfortunately for you, she only kisses you on the cheek; on the lips would’ve been a little too much for the first date, if it weren’t for the fact you’d just sparked such a genius idea in her head. She was desperately holding back from picking you up in her arms and- Oh, whatever.

Yoi doesn’t look all that strong, no, but looks don’t mean everything. She carries you up in her arms and spins you around, all the while laughing and laughing. The world becomes a blur and all you can see is the wonderful person right in front of you, Yoimiya.

The air’s rustled your hair and your clothes away from their tidy places when she places you back down.

“You’re- Oh, you’re amazing! A true genius!”

Really, you hadn’t done much, but you’ll take the compliment.

#yoimiya x reader #yoimiya x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #🌸 // success!#3k event #valentine's event #🎟 // genshin impact #🎫 // yoimiya

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retphienix · 2 years ago

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@sablesablesablesable replied to your post “Ingame notepad, macros I'll be using later game no...”:

Hey how did you like this game? I’m on a bit of a bender about it so I’ve been looking for people who play it

The short answer is I really liked it.

The long answer is that when I played it I intended to give it a "real shake" later on, and the later on in question has not come up:

I bought it, played it for a few days, then tabled it for later with no regrets and a good mood attached to the experience.

Due to the time between then and now some details are fuzzy, and yes 100% I'm still looking forward to when I come back and decide to give it a full playthrough and my attention (like so many titles lol), but I think I can sum up my take on it something along the lines of-

It scratched an itch I had for a very specific brand of monster tamer a-la Dragon Quest Monsters but it did so many things that felt like its own identity (whether those things are an amalgamation of other monster tamers I can't promise to know).

I did feel like the extreme amount of customization and "ways to improve your team/gameplay" options was "arguably" bloated, but I also concede that I fully enjoyed the mess of options and never felt like any one option was required so much as included- like I enjoyed the in-depth planning through macros so you could basically program if-thens into your monsters attack patterns, but that's also something I wouldn't be in the mood to do "All" the time, but the option being there is objectively cool.

The writing was silly which was appreciated but also did make me gloss over and ignore a great deal of it- like in an attempt to take itself less seriously to differentiate from the bland and uninteresting dialogue in say pokemon it went full circle to being uninteresting sometimes (key word sometimes).

The monsters are fun; I won't say they won my heart the same way the classic Toriyama designs in DQM have, but a very important part of a monster collecting / battling / team making game like this are those designs and I was very much enjoying exploring them all :)

There's more on my mind about it, like I vaguely remember you having control over the colors of your monsters after breeding which I found "eh" because I'd like stability to the designs but also it was an option and having the option is cool- and also this could be a bad memory moment lol

But overall I'd just say Siralim Ultimate was a lot of fun- definitely a game I'm looking forward to playing more of. It gave me that classic "Just grind some levels out and unlock new stuff" vibe that DQM always has thanks to all the random dungeons you can dive in to grind out resources and levels. Very good "Chill and play" kind of game.

#Siralim Ultimate #Responses

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onomonopetabread · 5 years ago

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Declawing the Cat- Chapter 1

He just couldn’t figure her out. No matter how many times he’s tried to wrap his head around it, Felix Graham de Vanily couldn’t solve the mystery of Marinette Dupain-Chang; not why she did the things she did, or how, or why she seemed to infuriate him to no end…

It had all started when his brick head of a cousin had the bright idea to convince his mother to transfer him to his school. The two of them had recently moved closer to the Agreste household for more “family solidarity”, but it seemed as though Adrien needed even more quality time with cousin dear.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Adrien? You know Felix isn’t the most social child. Do you really think that your classmates will welcome him as you say they will, even after the incident?”

“I’m positive, Aunt Amilie. The kids in my class are very kind and believe in redeeming others if they apologize. I have no doubt in my mind that they’ll forgive him. I mean, look at how they accepted me when I first started going there. They could have shunned me and thrown me aside like trash, but now I have a lot of friends. The same will happen with Felix, for sure.”

“Well, if you really think so, then it's a beautiful idea,” said Amilie avidly. “What about you, gabriel? Do you think that our sons should go to school together?”

“It will be beneficial for Adrien to have a good influence around the school with him to make sure that he doesn’t try to rebel and become like his… recalcitrant peers,” said gabriel without glancing up from his designs.

“And you, Felix? Do you want to go to College Francoise-Dupont?”

Felix gulped. He didn’t really want to go to school with his ridiculous cousin, but his mother really seemed to like the idea, and he’d hate to disappoint her ...

So that’s how Felix ended up going to school with the same kids he duped. Even though Adrien can be way too gullible (someone really needs to tell him that life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows and not everyone can be trusted), Felix soon found that he was indeed right about his friends. When he arrived there a few weeks ago, it only took a small smile and a half-baked apology to get them to trust him. One might think that Felix would be sulking at the mere thought of going to school with these losers, but he had decided beforehand that if he was going to have any fun at this school, he was going to have to toy with this naive group of teenagers to cause some trouble, and what better way to do that than to make them think he was on their side?

“Guys, this is my cousin Felix. He’s going to be attending school with us for now on. I know you guys will take him in with open arms.”

Kim cut in. “Is this the same cousin that pretended to be you and replied to the videos you sent us?”

Nino had something to say as well. “Why should we trust anything he has to say? He hasn’t exactly given us any reason to like him.”

“Yeah, how can you expect us to just become friends with us after what he did? He’s a liar!” Alya declared.

The rest of the class chimed in with arguments of their own, and who can blame them? It definitely didn’t feel good to be deceived. Soon, the whole courtyard was filled with angry yells and upset students. Adrien, bless him, was trying his best to calm them down and explain.

“Well-”

Felix cleared his throat. Talking ceased and all eyes were on him: Adrien’s glancing nervously, and the others’ full-on glares.

“Hello, everyone. As Adrien just told you, my name is Felix Graham de Vanily. To answer your question, Mr. Le Chein, yes, I’m the cousin of Adrien’s that impersonated him and sent you a cruel response to your heartfelt videos. For that, I am deeply sorry. I have no excuse for what I did. I can only hope that you all will find it in your hearts to forgive me for my terrible sin.”

You could hear a pin drop. All of the students were giving each other and Felix calculating looks. Should they believe him? Was he really telling the truth? After a few beats of deafening silence, Mylene spoke up.

“If you’re really sorry...”

“Oh, I am, you can be sure of that, Ms. Haprele,” Felix nodded, puppy eyes fully on show.

“Then… I suppose everyone deserves a second chance, right guys?” she continued, looking around at the others.

Slowly, the rest of the group started nodding their heads. Where there was anger and hurt towards Felix was now acceptance and forgiveness. Why not forgive him? Of course he was telling the truth! Why on Earth would someone lie to gain our trust only to be able to play us for fools right underneath our noses? It’s not like it’s ever happened before. Oh, if only Lila was here to greet our new friend! It’s too bad she’s away in America doing her internship at NASA!

The group, who were once resentful and angry at the fancily-dressed boy that was in front of them, began to crowd around him, smiles and name introductions all around. By the way they were acting, you would have thought that they all have been friendly with Felix since birth. Amazing what the power of deception held when used right.

He recognized most of them from the terrible videos they had sent Adrien: the manic pixie girl, the ultra-nerd, the stupid jock, the wannabe dj and his amautur reporter girlfriend.

And what a reporter she was! Neither she nor her dim-witted friends could see through his act. They followed him like lost puppies looking for an owner. The only person who didn’t seem to believe him was her. Felix didn’t see her in the schoolyard for his “apology”, and he noticed she never seemed to be around if he’s in the room.

Honestly, he’d thought that Marinette would have been the easiest person to convince. Only a silly, pigtail-twirling, school girl would send such a pathetic confession. “AdRiEn, I LoVe YoU. I’Ll AlWaYs Be ThErE If YoU NeEd Me”. Puh-lease.

But she never seemed to be around, Felix didn’t see her in the schoolyard for his “apology”, and he noticed she never seemed to be around unless they were in class. He sat in the back, and spent most of his time conjuring up plans to recruit her, for after a few days of observations, he’d been able to work out that he had underestimated her. By a lot. Felix found out that she was class president and a good one at that. She was seen as a leader by the others, but it didn’t seem like she used deception to earn that respect. She was actually kind-hearted, selfless, and true. If she wasn’t so annoying and stubborn, those characteristics might have even been...admirable. She really could be a great ally to have by his side. But by jove, was she ever making it difficult. Eventually, he’s been able to talk to her alone. To sum it up, it definitely could have gone better.

During lunch hour, Marinette was on a bench in the park. She was sketching on a notepad, most likely designs for a new sewing project. Felix learned from Adrien that Marinette was a very talented aspiring designer, which took Felix by surprise. You’d never guess that this girl was into fashion by the way she dressed (Felix could not stress enough how atrocious those pigtails were), but he digresses. He isn’t here to insult Marinette’s clothes, though he could do so some other time. He took a deep breath and strode over to Marinette’s seat.

“Ah, Ms. Dupain-Cheng! How lovely it is to see you. We never seem to talk, do we? It is quite a shame really.”

Marinette didn’t move a muscle. It was as though he hadn’t said a word! Ok, well, give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’s really focused on her drawing?

“I must say, that is a lovely suit that is a lovely suit you’re designing there. I love the use of gold thread on the pants. If I may make a few suggestions-”

“No, you may not. As a matter of fact, I’m going to stop you right there. Don’t say another word.”

“I-I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.” Marinette set her notepad aside on the bench and rose up from the bench to look him in the eye . Never in his life had Felix seen a stronger glare, and even though he was a good head taller than Marinette, he felt as though she could crush him like a grape. Of course, he didn’t let it show. What would it say about him that he shakes like a kitten in the presence of a 4’ 11” teenage girl?

“Now Felix, I’m only going to say this once, so listen up. I know you have everyone else fooled with your nice act, but I’m not as stupid as you seem to assume. You think you’re the first fake I came across? Don’t make me laugh; you’re not even close. Heck, next to Lila, you’re just a petty gossip. The rest of our classmates seem to have put the video incident in the past, but let me make it crystal clear that it is still fresh in my mind. I meant to share something extremely personal with Adrien, we all did, and you screwed that up. You hurt all of us carelessly as if our feelings were nothing more than spinning tops. You know what that makes you?”

Dumbfounded, Felix couldn’t do much more than shake his head.

“It makes you a little bitch. And I don’t associate with little bitches. So unless you can prove to me that you really are turning over a new leaf for good, I don’t want to say one word to you unless absolutely necessary and vise versa. I’ll stay out of your hair, and you WILL stay out of mine. Capisce?

Without waiting for a reply, Marinette turned her heel, grabbed her notebook, and began the walk back to school.

Well, he must admit that Marinette won that round. She certainly was a challenge, but luckily, for Felix liked puzzles. He was going to get Mari to like him, even if it took every ounce of strength and scheming he had in his body.

@mickeyaaliyah @lyssaisprobablynotaloser @firstclassdumbass I wanted to put it in the server but Google wouldn’t let me

@threebirdsinatrenchcoat @ladylupuscrow @kittynoirblog

If you guys want the next chapter here it is

#felix graham de vanily #felix #felinette #fanfiction by me #fanfiction #marinette dupain cheng #marinette x felix #felix x marinette #chapter 1 #if you guys like it please tell me what you think #im deciding if i should keep going or not

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migeviellardi · 4 years ago

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Out Of Comfort

Rottmnt Donnie Centric Fanfic

Genre : Adventure, Action, Humour, Hurt/Comfort

Summary : Things happens sporadically at times, especially when you meet an interesting stranger that saves you from a lonesome rock decides to fell on your head.

Chapter 3 The Stranger

Mikey : All clear.

Leo : What do you mean ‘all clear’?

Mikey : I’m making sure there’s no police around.

Raph : I thought they’d let us go.

Splinter : They are. But that doesn’t mean that you boys don’t behave.

April : It’s alright, Splints. I’ll make sure they won’t cause any troubles.

Casey : Ugh, what’s the point of life if there won’t be a trouble?

Baron : That you won’t be here, existing.

Casey : WHAT?!

April : Okay. You need to chill.

Donnie walks right behind the group as they strolls the Hidden City’s streets. Head covered in his hoodie with his hands shoved in his pockets. So far, they hadn’t realize he’s being quiet. He’s not having the mood to talk to any of them.

Although, he agrees with Mikey, he still hasn’t trusted this whole situation. He looks around to make sure there’s no undercover cops or something, perhaps Big Mama’s goons.

Big Mama. What could she be doing right now? There’s no telling if she’s watching or plotting something. Two years after the incident of ‘You-know-who’, was caused by that wretched spider-lady.

Nobody knows what her deal is. Her fanatic obsessions about Battle Nexus always made everyone in the world got involve. She had no chill, she never does. Which come to wondering why would his father dated a girl like her?

“Donnie!”

April’s voice startled him. The group had their heads turned to him. “You okay?”

Donnie : Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.

Leo : Uh, no. You’re not.

Donnie : Can it, Leo!

Leo : You were spacing out again, Don! And considering we’ve been brothers for like, forever, usually that means you’re not.

Donnie : Oh, so you’re an expert now?

Leo : I’m an expert to know what you’re thinking, Donnie.

Donnie : No, you’re not.

Leo : Yes, I am.

Donnie : And, why is that?

Leo : ‘Cause we’re twins.

Donnie : We’re not twins.

Leo : Whatever you trying to say, Don. I don’t care. We’re born with the same age.

Donnie : And that doesn’t MEAN that we are. We’re not even the same-

Leo : Ah ah ah, don’t wanna hear it! Lalalala~~~

Donnie : Leo-

Raph : ENOUGH!!

The twins startled at Raph’s shouting. Raph sighed, pinching his nose-bridge.

Raph : We’re here to have some fun, okay? And if I see you two fight again, imma SHOVE YOUR HEADS into a toilet. Y’all understand me?

Leo : Yeah, yeah.

Donnie : Hmph.

Raph : Good.

Splinter groaned, massaging his constant headache. Why can his sons just behave?

Splinter : Alright, since you two done arguing, why don’t we split up-

Baron : I’ll call dibs with Mikey.

All : .............

Leo : Whoawhoawhoawhoa, did you just say ‘dibs’?!

Baron : Yes, I did.

Mikey : Aawww, okay Barry. I’ll go with you.

Leo : Does nobody questioning that he said ‘dibs’?!!

Donnie : Great, now it’s haunting me.

Raph : He looks weird saying that.

April : Am I hearing things, Barry? Did you eat something alive at your lab again?

Casey : Why you making this a big deal?

Leo : Of course, it’s a big deal. Calling ‘dibs’ is our thing!!!

Splinter : For the love of Hamato, please don’t say that ever again!!

Baron : Don’t worry. I already regretting ever saying that. But my point still stands, I’ll go with Mikey.

Mikey : Don’t listen to them, Barry! You did a good thing.

Donnie : Michael, you better stay out of his head!

Splinter : Okay, fine. Baron will go with Mikey. I’ll go with red.

Raph : Sure thing, pops.

Leo : Nah, fam. I got somewhere else to go. I’ll fly solo.

With that, Leo took off immediately.

April : What about you, Donnie? Are you fine on your own?

Donnie : Yeah, I’ll be good. You go ahead dealing with the....

Casey : .....

Donnie : Uuh-I’ll go this way.

Donnie left the group. He can sense for-sure that Casey staring at him. He doesn’t know why she terrifies him so much, she hasn’t done anything to him, regardless of those times they fought her while she still a Foot-recruit. Maybe he’s just paranoid, the fact that he did forgot to take a battleshell with him.

His hoodie made it obscure and that his brothers didn’t warned him about it means they didn’t know he didn’t use it. With that in mind, he should be more careful and not get himself involve on a fight. The fact that he also didn’t bring his bo.

“What is wrong with me?” he said to himself. Now fully knowing that he’s extremely vulnerable and too open for an attack, he began to be more cautious. Perhaps he needs to visit a place where there’ll be no violence. A place that strict with rules, like a Mystic Library.

No. Raph ever told him that their last visit got thrown apart by the Foot-Clan, and if he make a noise above whisper, he’ll be send to a Kiddie Room that filled with hungering monstrous children-behaved Yokais who’s out for blood.

Guess not every safe places are safe after all.

Then, Donnie yelped as he felt being pulled backwards. Suddenly a huge rock drops in front of him and shattered to bits. Donnie went shocked as he tumbled and fall on his back. A short flying yokai flew down to him.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” she apologized, her wings flutters real fast as he helped him up.

“Uh, yeah yeah. I’m okay.” the fairy like yokai blew away some dust from him.

“Oh good, I am very glad.” then she turned to his left. “Thank you kindly, sir. I’m not sure what will happen if you didn’t save him.”

Save him? Donnie looked to his left. A tall human stood still with a sharp gaze staring at him. Donnie flailed back at the guy. The stranger gave him an unexpressive look. He’s a few centimeters taller than him. His slim posture stood steady and a bit stiff.

He’s unruly silverish grey hair nearly obscuring his slanted grey pupils in his pale skin tone. He’s collar on his cyber yellow jacket unfolded. It also unbuttoned that reveals a white blank T-shirt underneath. His hands shoved in his navy blue pants pockets, looks somewhat made out of a comfy fabric. He’s black and intricate design shoes looks appealing as well.

Donnie don’t know what to say. The stranger keeps staring at him, not saying a word, not even when the fairy said her final apology and flutters off.

And there it was, the awkward silence. Donnie held his hands close to his chest, he knows he’s extremely vulnerable, but he needs to be ready for a fight.

Then, the stranger walks towards him. Donnie instinctively walks backwards, keeping his distance from him. He startled and horrified as his shell hits a wall, he was cornered. The men were an inch away from his face. Donnie pressed himself against the wall, body’s trembling in fear, seeing the guy eye to eye.

Then, the guy swept his shoulder from the leftover dust. Donnie flustered by his gesture. The air somewhat less tense than two seconds ago.

“You alright, kid?” the stranger finally asked. He spoke in a low tones, but not a deep one. Donnie was stunned, he would say something but he can’t. “Are you shook?”

Once again, Donnie couldn’t speak. Some lump in his throat made him unable to let ou a single word. The stranger sighed, arms crossed.

“I assumed that you are, so I don’t think leaving you here alone will be a good idea.” he walks away from him. Donnie still flustered of what just happened. He stares as the guy moved away then startled when he turned back to him. “Come.”

He ordered. Donnie isn’t sure if he should trust the guy, let alone that he’s a human. Since when there’s a human besides April and Casey walking in the Hidden City? But he did saves his life. If that rock got him without his battleshell, he probably be dead by now.

Donnie took a deep breath and release, he followed the stranger somewhere. At least he still have his phone with him, so whenever he’s in trouble, he could call for help. Right now, he keep his distance to the guy in front of him.

What was he doing here? Is he from New York? Because he doesn’t look like he does. And his aura are extremely, menacing. He can’t see it, but he could feel the tensity whenever he got close to him.

The stranger stopped and turned to his right. Donnie was confused when he realize that he took him to the Run-on-the-mill Pizza place. Huh, so he likes pizza too.

Donnie followed him inside, he took a side on the sofa side. He points at the other end of the table, telling him to sit down. Donnie do what he told, and things back to its awkward silence. This time, the guy took his attention at his phone, ignoring Donnie’s constant staring at him.

Donnie probably would do the same if it wasn’t with the awkwardness hanging in the air.

“Good day, gentlemen.” Donnie look up to see Hueso stood there with his notepads on his bony hands. He seems unimpressed seeing Donnie. “Anything you would like to eat?”

“Order up, kid. Don’t wait for me.” the stranger said, eyes still on his phone. Donnie blinks at the words. He looks back at Hueso who’s staring at the guy then back at him, raising his boned-eyebrow.

“Uuuh, as usual. Please.” Donnie forced out to smile. Hueso notice that, he wrote his order at the notepads. Then, turned to the stranger.

“Whatever the kid’s ordered, make it two. I’ll take the bill as well.” he said, still not looking up from his phone. Hueso wrote it down and took off, he took the chance to pat Donnie’s shoulder.

It made him jumped, not sure what’s that for. He watched Hueso leave until he’s longer visible.

“Something bothering you?” Donnie looked back to the voice. The men stares at him at last. The lump in his throat is back, but he knew he can’t stay quiet forever, the guy knew he could speak. He might gets angry and pissed if he didn’t talk.

Donnie clears his throat, gathering his courage to speak up.

Donnie : Um, thanks. For saving me.

Stranger : It won’t happened if you didn’t spaced out.

Donnie : Oh, yeah, that I...*rubbing his neck* I didn’t mean to- Well, I guess I can’t help it.

Stranger : Can’t help what?

Donnie : Well, I dunno. I just can’t think straight for these past years, science block often drives me crazy.

Stranger : Science block?

Donnie : More of a tech block, I guess. I just, every time I tried to built things it’s just didn’t work, all I do it’s fix and fix and FIX-

Stranger : Kid.

Donnie : -it keeps jeopardizing my usual productivity, if wasn’t for a certain ‘you-know-who’ who took pleasure destroying my LAB that I built since I was NINE-

Stranger : You what?

Donnie : -destroying my techs like layers of newspapers, my home, my family’s life!! Sure, we start off with new lifes now that we’re ‘Hamatos’, elite group of ninjas or whatsoever. Yeah, life was good, until I certainly am NOT!!

Stranger : Okay, kid-

Donnie : -And what would I do? Quit? Run away? Oh, I could. I thought about it. But of course, my father won’t let me. Keeping me in full surveillance 24/7, For YEARS!!

Stranger : KID!!

Donnie flinched, then he looked around to see Hueso, with their orders in his hands, and all the customers staring at him. Donnie felt very embarrassed, he pulled down his hood to cover his face, looking away towards a wall. Hueso sighed heavily.

“Here are your orders.” he puts down two large portion of pizzas on the table. Donnie held on to his hood, ducking his head onto his arm. “If you like, I’ll call Pepino to-”

“No.” Hueso blinked, “No, please don’t! Don’t call anyone!” his voice was semi-whispered. Hueso can see his hand trembles clutching the fabric of his hoodie. Hueso felt sympathetic, it wasn’t the first time the turtle took this place to vent his feelings.

“I will get some coffee, my treat.” Hueso took off again. The Stranger glanced at the kid, he could hear some sniffles coming off of him. He knows the kid’s crying. He held on to his hoodie for dear life, not wanting everyone to see his tears.

He hates it, Donnie hates it. Crying means weakness, feelings that aren’t supposed to show that make him more vulnerable. He can only hope his family and friends didn’t know about this. He doesn’t want them to worry, he wanted them to stop. He’s fine, he can take care of himself. He’s also a Hamato, he can fix his own problem.

“Sorry.” the word took him back to reality, he sniffles as he slowly peeks from below his hoodie. “Didn’t mean to upset you, kid. I just concern that if you keep spacing out like that, you might hurt yourself.”

The stranger apologized to him, why? What did he do? It was him that supposed to be sorry. For what he done, Donnie just revealed his whole problems to a total stranger. Now, he’ll probably payed the price. Way to go, Donnie. What a way to keep yourself from trouble. Now watch this stranger use your weaknesses to enslave you.

Suddenly, a small blue entity appeared on his face. Donnie flinched, the blue thing looks at him. It looks like a little ghost, with it looks limbless and its body looks like tiny tendrils work as torso and arms with its round head containing two white friendly eyes.

The little thing squeaks, tilting its head. It was a cute to look at. It then flew close to Donnie’s face and hugged his cheek with its tiny tendril arm. It felt warm and comforting, as if it was a real hug. Donnie hovered his hand onto the thing, wondering how to hug back the thing without squishing it.

It then let go of the hug and gently patted his head, telling him to calm down. Donnie wipes his tears, he smiled at it. The blue thing smiled back, twirls happily knowing its attempt of comfort works.

It then flies towards the stranger, perching on his finger. The stranger smiles down at his little friend. It squeaks away, seems talking to him. Donnie titled his head slightly, curiosity began to appear.

“What is that?” he asked. The stranger glances at him. “It looks, cute. It’s that a ghost?”

“This is a wisp, kinda like a small ghost. And also, it’s a ‘she’. Not an ‘it’. Her name is Sia.” he explain. Sia waves happily at him, Donnie waved back.

“Their more of a soul remnants rather than ghost. Whenever someone or something died, their memories remains, in a form of a wisp.” he added. Donnie blinks, he don’t know souls did that.

“So, are you a....psychic?”

“Kinda.”

“So, you can see ghost. And,....her type of thing?”

Sia flew circling the stranger’s head, “Yes, that’s what psychic means.”

“Well, I know. It just--are there more around here?”

The stranger looks around him, from corners to corners. Then back at Donnie. “There are, but not much. Five including the one besides you.”

“My what?” then a small greenish entity appears right beside him. Donnie startled. It looks exactly like Sia, only it’s on different color. Donnie somehow felt a familiar precent from it, suddenly a tear came down to his cheek. He startled, what makes him cry?

“Who-who’s this?” he asked.

“Some wisps might wanders around aimlessly when they separated from their souls.” Donnie glanced back at him, “Others, might come back and followed whoever they’re close to.”

“Whoever they close to?”

“The same case with the one in front of you.” Donnie’s eyes widened. This wisp is whoever close to him? Who was it? Why it felt familiar?

“And, I believe it’s a ‘she’ as well.”

Donnie gazed back at him, tears began to streams out some more, “And, her name is Karai.” the men revealed. Donnie shocked hearing her Gram-Gram’s name. He looked down to the wisp, she nodded at the sound of her identity.

Donnie’s tears began to burst. It might not be a real form of her body, but it’s enough to make him pulled her small presence into a hug. Donnie let himself cry one last time, holding close the wisp of his dead Gram-Gram to his chest.

He could feel the wisp hugged him back. He felt it somehow, the warmth of her arms began to wrapped around him, hugging him close. Almost felt like she never left, that she’ll always be there. Watching over him, accompanying him. He didn’t get to spent much time with her, he wish he could. He wished she still alive. Here with his family.

Donnie let go off the hug, wiping his tears. He cupped his hands to let his wisp sits on his hands. He smiled, she’s not Gram-Gram, but she’s the closest thing about her.

Then, he realized that the stranger still there. He quickly dried his tears with his sleeves, gathering back his bearings.

“Sorry, I...Name’s Donnie by the way.” he finally introduced himself. The stranger raised his eyebrow. He held out his hand at him. Donnie stares at it and took the handshake gesture.

“Silver. Just call me Silver.”

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #oc crossover #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #fanfiction #fanfic

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seeds-and-sins · 5 years ago

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That One Woman

Pairing: Pagan Min / Reader

Rating: T (Strong language, violence, sexual undertones)

Description: Pagan Min saves you from the resistance, and you end up becoming his assistant, among other things...

Day one was like a roller coaster for you. You distinctly remember sipping from a cup of coffee, calmly meditating to yourself, thankful to be alive; when Pagan barged into the dining room and started making demands. The first demands had almost everything to do with what you were wearing...

"Oh Darling, you need to get out of those rags immediately. I don't need my assistant looking like trash. Have you ever heard of perfume? Yes? You need it." He insisted you soak in the bath for a bit, get your hair done, nails painted, you had never felt so feminine before in your life. Of course he arranged everything, had his best designer working on your wardrobe in the meantime. Your king's kindness had no limits it seemed. All the while, he paraded you around and lectured you on taking better care of yourself, "treating yourself" as he worded it. While before you never really had the money to do so, he made every effort to ensure that you knew that whatever you wanted was given to you immediately. After the work was done and you had left your quarters feeling ever so nourished and tender, he put you to work immediately.

"I need you to schedule a meeting with Paul for three this afternoon..." You followed closely behind him in stride, scribbling his words onto a tiny notepad he had procured for you earlier. "Make sure the kitchen cooks his favorite; steak and mushrooms, grilled onions, that special sauce-I don't fucking know what-with a side of mashed potatoes, broccoli, and biscuits..." You were already out of breath, he was a fast walker. As he spoke it was almost like he had taken you around the entirety of the mansion that was his home, before finally entering his bedroom, where his designer waited patiently for his daily fitting. "Oh, and try everything before it leaves, last time they overcooked the broccoli, and I was not pleased." You gulped, never having ever tasted for someone before, never having ever done anything like this before. In fact, you probably were the most under qualified person for this job and yet he picked you. Why?

"Yes, Sir." He made a noise of acknowledgement as his designer tugged on the sleeves of a bright yellow suit jacket over Pagan's outstretched arms.

"Also, I almost forgot, do check in with Yuma about the security issue we've been having in the west. She promised me a direct report by noon and its already ten, I do not see what's taking her so long."

"Yes, Sir." You waited another moment as he critiqued his appearance in the long sided mirror, posing, cocking his head from side to side, testing the look. You were wondering if he was going to say anything else, and when he didn't, you took that as your sign to leave and complete the tasks he had assigned to you.

"Oh, and dear?" You glanced over your shoulder curiously, he snorted. "Could you also find me a new designer..." His eyes then focused harshly down onto the poor man who had created the suit jacket. Pagan angrily started to rip the thing off, the mustard fabric floating down to the ground as the stitches were yanked out. "I am trying to look like a king, not a fucking banana!"

"Y-Yes, Sir." You stuttered out, exiting the room as swiftly as you could to avoid Pagan's wrath.

You wondered if the same wrath would ever be afforded to you. However, as time went on, as you soon became accustomed to his temper, his demands, the routines of his nation, he never quite yelled at you. Ever. One time you had made a mistake, the whole time wondering if he would at least make your death quick. At the very most, he sent you off with a light tap on the wrist and a warning, knowing you wouldn't be stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. Granted the mistake had everything to do with something as simple as how he liked his coffee, but he had killed people for far less.

In fact, what was once a stressful job at first, became plain fun. In the beginning, you didn't really have much of a choice but to become Pagan's assistant, but now you sat across from him, handling all of his important agenda, of your own free will. Not to mention, the gifts, he would surprise you with them almost every other day. You were practically spoiled under his supervision, sometimes even being allowed to sleep in if you had done your job well enough the day before. You didn't know why people hated your king, he was perfect in every way, you would worship the ground he walked upon if he allowed you to. Perhaps you were biased in the sense that if it hadn't been for him, your rags to riches fantasy never would have come true.

You had your own room, all brand new clothes, new shoes, all the food you could ever ask for, an entire library that he had dedicated to your hobby of reading, and an office that was the same size as your old shanty. Of course, with all the pearl earrings, luxurious bed spreads, the wonderful view, room service, security at every corner, why would you ever want to bite the hand that fed you? Of course, you would die for Pagan Min, because surely he had given you such a great life in comparison to your previous one, you'd gladly give your life for him.

And sometimes you wondered, if that was your only purpose, to make sure his affairs were in order and to make sure his food wasn't poisoned. It made sense, your undying loyalty didn't come cheap it seemed and you hadn't even realized it. These thoughts, these wonders, stemmed from the confusion that began this whole mess. Why did he pick you? A young nobody, he could have easily let you die that day. You were always too afraid to ask him the question though. You didn't want to sound ungrateful in your curiosity. You would sit across the expanse of mahogany wood as he shuffled through important papers and made signatures. Every so often sliding them across the table so you could organize them into the appropriate file.

It was hard no to stare at him, admire everything that was Min. That fluffy blonde patch of hair that sat on his head, how the strands flickered out in front of his reading glasses. The curve of the collar on his button up, how it lead down to reveal those few undone buttons at the top of his long sleeved shirt. His sleeves rolled up, taut to the crease of his arm, slender fingers sliding between slabs of thin white paper. Every now and again, those fingers would reach up to catch the tip of his tongue, and she would find herself licking her lips with desire, imagining that tongue on her own fingers.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Do you have that paperwork on that shipment from Rook Islands by any chance?" You steadily weeded through the files, carefully removing the proper papers. You stood to step around the table and carry them to him. He didn't lift his head as he held his hand out, accepting the papers in his grasp. You moved to go back to your seat before he stopped you with the continuation of his words. "Volker sent me a letter again, the annoying twat, something about a mistake with the merchandise. You know anything about this?" He finally met your gaze, those glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose as he considered you. You searched your mind for an answer, truly wondering if you had made a mistake, or perhaps you had missed one of Volker's mistakes. You shook your head, twiddling with your thumbs out in front of you.

"Not that I know of, Sir."

"Hmmm," He crowned his fingers against his lips, sitting back in his seat, elbows on the armrest. "Well, you might as well have a look for yourself, might jog your memory."

"Of course, Sir." He gestured for you to come to him, sliding his chair back to give you room. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he waved for you keep going.

"You can take a seat, if you will." You felt your breath hitch as you lowered your bottom down onto Pagan's lap. Your whole body engulfed in his warmth as he scooted forward and his arms snaked around your waist to bring forth the paper work again. His chin rested on your shoulder, the embrace extremely close, his strong cologne floating into your nostrils. His finger pointed at the discussed shipment receipts and the letter from Volker. You tried to focus on the words as you skimmed over them in your mind, but Pagan's close proximity to you and the very noticeable lump pressing against your backside was all the more distracting.

"U-Um..." You cleared your throat, finding yourself leaning back into his chest. He shifted his legs further apart and you couldn't hide the gasp as the hard lump was a lot more accentuated against the curve of your ass in this suddenly all too short pencil skirt.

"Yes, darling?" He whispered huskily into your ear, your entire body feeling overwhelmed by everything Pagan.

"I think everything is in order, Sir." You finally were able to form a coherent sentence surprised at yourself for being capable of doing so.

"I agree..." You inhaled sharply, his lips barely grazed the spot below your ear drum, along your throat. "I believe you deserve a reward for your hard work, right, my dear?" Yes, a reward, please. You wanted to beg on your knees, beg him for it all. The one thing he never gave you, never gifted you, praised you with. He chuckled, hands suddenly came to your waist and he scooted the chair back again. He forced you to stand with him and then he was gently turning you to face him. "I am sure you must be confused..." And you were, being Pagan's assistant meant that you knew almost everything about his life. One of those things was his overactive sexual exploits, people, men and women alike, were constantly going in and out of his room. "I swing for both teams, Darling, and I have been swinging for you for quite some time." While one hand resided on your waist still, caressing up and down over the fabric of your clothes, the other was now propped on the edge of the table and he came closer. "You must understand, this doesn't have to define our relationship if we don't want it to, but the tension is suffocating. I would like to just finally have my cake and eat it too..." His eyes centered expectantly on you, for a response, when he added. "All of it."

"B-But, S-Sir, I just don't understand."

"Ask your questions, but my patience is thinning, and..." He almost growled the words that followed, eyes scanning you from head to toe as he pressed his crotch to yours and you gasped. "I might not be able to contain myself much longer."

"Why, me?" You didn't think you could do it, but you did. And this whole journey with Pagan has been a game of figuring out what you could do. Your confidence had surpassed the highest summit in the world, you felt like you could jump into a volcano and still come to tell the tale, like you could fly into space and catch the nearest star. It was all because of Pagan, you owed so much to the man, and all he ever did was give to you.

"You must be joking?" He giggled deeply, like there was some inside joke that you couldn't ever know, but he was going to tell you the joke anyways. "Darling, few know there was only ever one woman for me..." He cupped your cheek, and the other came to sink into the strands of your hair. "Until I met you that is."

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jalapeno-princess · 5 years ago

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Sweet tooth

Architect Mark X Baker reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Extremely cheesy fluff

Summary: As soon as you graduated from culinary school, you wanted to follow your dream in opening your own bakery but you had no idea where to start. Your professor recommends an architect to help you make your dreams a reality but little did you know, you’d be falling in love with said architect the longer he helped you out on the project.

A/N: Hi guys! I have a few more requests in my inbox and I just wanted to let you all know that I didn’t forget about you it’s just that my mom has been sick so I’ve been taking care of her and all the house duties so I haven’t had much free time to write stories but here is the architect Mark anon! I hope you enjoy! In all honesty, I feel like this was rushed and it’s one of the stories I’ve written that I care about the least because I feel that it’s all over the place but it’s fine lol

Opening your own bakery has been a dream of yours for as long as you could remember. You’ve been baking all sorts of cakes, pies, cookies, breads and pastries since you were seven years old. Whenever you’d visit your grandparent’s house during the summertime, your grandmother would always take you to the bakery down the road for a little treat.

The sweet aroma of the different jams they used along with the smell of yeast and baked bread would immediately fill your nose as soon as you walked in and you were always excited to see all the different types of desserts out on display. Right after your grandmother would finish paying for your choice of confection, she would bring you towards the window where you’d be able to watch the bakers preparing and making all of the delicious treats.

As you got older, your love for baking only increased. You’d make all sorts of treats in your downtime causing your mom to freak out by the mess you would leave once you were done mixing all your ingredients together. You went straight in to culinary school right after graduating from high school and even took on a part time job at the bakery a few blocks down from your house. On the days that you weren’t at work or school, you would be in the kitchen coming up with and testing out many different recipes that you would plan to sell at your own bakery one day. Whenever, you did go to work, the day always seemed to go by very quickly. Time seems to fly by very quickly when you’re having fun and you always seemed to have a good time when you were in your element.

Because you were very passionate and dedicated to your craft and couldn’t wait to graduate in order to start up your own business, you began taking on more classes and cutting back on hours at the bakery in order to graduate sooner. There were nights where you cried over how frustrating school could be and you got so stressed out to the point where your pastries weren’t coming out the way you wanted them to. However, you had a dream and you were determined to achieve your goals in the timeline that you set up for yourself.

Only three years after you entered college, you graduated culinary school with your bachelor’s degree and you couldn’t be more excited to finally start working on your project. Unfortunately, you didn’t know where to start. You were so focused on the baking aspect that you failed to come up with where you’d want your bakery located, how big you wanted it to be and who you needed to hire in order to help you set up your space. Hell, you still had yet to find other bakers and cashiers to help you manage the shop and you soon grew discouraged at the thought of how much time and effort you had to put in to starting up your bakery.

It took you a couple of months to put a plan together before you actually got to make your dreams a reality, but you wanted to make sure you had your ideas written down on paper before reaching out to people for their help. One of your culinary professors was kind enough to refer you to one of her friend’s son’s construction company to help you plan out the building of your bakery. After she sent you his contact information, you decided to do some research on the architect before contacting him to make sure he was the right candidate to help build the bakery you’ve always dreamt of.

When you pulled up his website and saw all the great reviews and how people practically raved over what an amazing company he owned and how great the projects would turn out, you found yourself dialing his phone number and inquiring about how much it would cost and how long it would take to build your bakery. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was by the many photos that showed up under his name. He had a long, skinny face with curly brown hair, the prettiest smile and the cutest little dimples. People like that worked in construction? You knew you should’ve listened to your father when he told you to become a mechanical engineer.

You were nervous to say the least about consulting with him. It was obvious that he’s been doing this for years. He’s designed skyscrapers, buildings, condominiums, mansions and town houses. His line of work went beyond that of your tiny little bakery, but it didn’t hurt to see if he’d be willing to design your cute little shop. He was very soft spoken over the phone and offered to meet you at a coffee shop later in the afternoon if you were free. Since you were so adamant on wanting to open your bakery within the next year and a half, you found yourself quickly agreeing in excitement.

As you drove over to the coffee shop you agreed to meet him at, you couldn’t help the smile that rose on your face at the idea of things finally coming together for you. Sure, there was still a lot for you to do and so many people you still had to contact, but this was the most important thing you had to get done. When you walked in to the cafe and spotted him in the corner by the bookshelf, you began to approach him and the smile he sent in your direction made your heart flutter.

“Hey! You must be y/n. Nice to meet you. Can I get you something to drink before we get started?”

You looked at him in curiosity before politely shaking your head in disagreement. “I should be the one offering to buy you something! You’re doing me a favor. Thank you for coming to meet with me by the way. It’s like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.” He giggled slightly and pulled out a notepad. After the two of you put in your drink orders and playfully argued about who was going to pay, you headed back to the table and he started to ask you a few questions about the location and size of the bakery that you had in mind.

Once you gave him all the information, he began to draw out an idea of what he felt you would like and you were excited to see your plans coming out on paper. As you watched him draw out his ideas, you were quick to notice how focused he was and how much detail he put in to his work. It was extremely admirable.

“I’m sorry if this project is nothing compared to all of the amazing work that you’ve done so far but—“ He looked at you with the most adorable pout on his face and you were sure your heart was going to combust at the sight.

“Don’t be silly y/n! I love every single project that I get to work on. Honestly, this is the first time I’m working on building a bakery, so I’m very excited to see how it’ll turn out. With the way you told me about how passionate you are about baking and how you’ve been wanting to open your own bakery for a while now, this is definitely not nothing.”

He sent you a toothy grin and returned back to his sketching. Throughout your time together, the two of you conversed about many different things. You were surprised to hear that he had no plans of getting in to construction and architecture and that he actually had plans of becoming a pilot. However, when he took art in his freshman year, it was his professor that told him to look in to becoming an architect. The way his eyes would light up when he went in to detail about how he’s always loved to draw and do all kinds of sketches made you feel warm inside.

He reminded you of yourself. Just like you, he’s loved drawing, painting and sketching from the time he was young but he never thought he could use his talent in the real world; so he pushed the idea of becoming a professional artist or having a job that had anything to do with drawing in general to the back of his mind. Hearing about how it took him a couple of years to set up his company worried you; you didn’t think it would take that long to open up your bakery but he assured you when he saw the glum look on your face that it was a different situation.

“I had to make sure I was hiring the right people, that they all had insurance, I had to find a place to set up my company—there was a lot I had to do to make sure my employees were covered and then I had to make contracts with the state. I needed more than just other architects. I had to hire construction workers, estimators, carpenters, project engineers, electricians and so many other types of workers. That’s why it took a while. But planning, setting up and building your bakery won’t take too long. I’d say three months tops. I’m actually stoked to see how it’ll turn out and I can’t wait for it to open. I’ll bring this in to work with me tomorrow and we’ll get started on your shop as soon as possible. It was nice meeting you y/n, I had a great time. I’ll stay in contact with you and try to update you on what we’re doing so there’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about okay? You can trust me. I hope to see you again soon.”

Once he left the coffee shop, you took a few minutes to process your entire meeting with him. He was nothing short of a gentleman. He always made eye contact with you whenever you talked to him, he was very attentive, threw in a few jokes in order to make sure you were comfortable and always asked for your opinion to make sure you agreed with everything he was doing. He had called you that following Monday to give you a rough estimate of how much everything would cost and to let you know how long it would take to build.

You found yourself developing a small little crush on the architect in the short amount of time that you’ve known him for, but how could you not? He was extremely patient with you, curious about your likes and dislikes, very passionate about his work, determined, soft spoken yet easy to converse with and he seemed like a very genuine person. Over the course of a few months, he kept his promise of keeping you updated on the progress of your bakery. He also invited you a few times to watch it actually getting built and to your surprise, he had a helmet customized specifically for you.

There were days that he would call you just to see how you were doing and how everything was going with the other responsibilities that came with opening a bakery. You couldn’t help but feel as if there was more to his calls and supportive little text messages and you were sure architects never were this involved with their clients but you didn’t mind. You loved talking to and spending as much time with Mark that you possibly could.

Finally, the day came where his company were finished with building your bakery and to say you were happy with how it came out was an understatement. It was everything you could have wanted and more. The kitchen was huge and Mark had explained to you that it was because he wanted you and your employees to have enough space to move around without having to worry about getting in each other’s way. There was an office, storage room, freezer and bathroom. He even made a closet and an area for your employees to place their belongings. Even the store front was spacious. It was perfect. You never once doubted that Mark would do an amazing job, but seeing the final product made you speechless.

“So, how do you like it?” Absentmindedly, you jumped in to his arms and buried your face in to his neck.

“It’s perfect! I love it so much. Thank you Mark! You’re amazing.” He smiled lightly against your cheek and held you closer to his embrace. When you came to the realization that you were holding him, no matter how much you loved the feeling of being wrapped in his arms, you found yourself pulling away and apologizing in embarrassment.

“I’m glad you enjoy it. I wanted to make sure it turned out the way you wanted it to.” He would never admit it to you, but there were nights where he stayed up till the wee hours of the morning in order to put together teams with some of his best workers to help out with building your bakery and to pull some strings with the owner of the land that you wanted to have your bakery located at.

At first, Mark had a hard time understanding why he was going above and beyond to make sure your bakery turned out the way you’ve dreamt it to. Out of all the many projects he’s worked on so far, your bakery was the one he actually helped work on the most. He went to the construction site almost every single day to make sure it was coming out perfectly. It took him a while to realize it, but when he would hear the excitement in your voice and saw the breathtaking smile rise on your face whenever he would inform you about how your bakery was coming along, he knew he had more than just friendly feelings for you.

There were times where he’d sit in his office and work on other projects, but his mind would always wander off to you. Your bright and positive personality send a warm feeling to Mark’s chest and he couldn’t help but want to act on his feelings for you. When you came to the realization that you would no longer need to stay in contact with Mark anymore, you were upset to say the least but there was nothing you could do about it.

“Did you need help with bringing in the appliances and setting up the plumbing?” The idea of getting to have Mark in your life for just a little longer caused you to scream internally and the word yes was on the tip of your tongue, but the realist in you gave him a sad smile.

“You’ve already done so much for me so far, I don’t want to continue being a burden and I’m sure you have more important things to work on—“ he gave you a knowing look and interrupted you before you could continue to feel bad over the thought of everything he’s already done to support you and your bakery.

“Nonsense y/n, I want to help you. Plus, I have some connections that could really help with making this the best bakery ever.”

You giggled softly. “No matter how beautiful you end up making this place, I doubt it’ll be that popular. I’m sure there are many more bakeries out there that are way more popular with better products. I’m not all that special.”

The gentle squeeze on your wrist pulled you out of your self pity and before you knew it, you were being pulled against his chest. “Stop that. Stop thinking that you’re anything less than all that you are. You are extremely special y/n. I’ve never seen someone so passionate and so in love with their job as much as you clearly are. This bakery is everything you’ve wanted and more and no matter what you think, it’s going to be the best bakery in town. I don’t care if I have to dress up as a croissant and pass out fliers to people in order to get business booming, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure this bakery becomes successful.”

You were sure that if Mark were to look at you, you’d be as red as a tomato. His words sent fire to your bones. When you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, you looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for all that you’ve done to me. Thank you so much Mark.”

With the way you were looking up at him with so much gratitude in your eyes, Mark wanted to close the space between your lips and release all the feelings he had developed for you through a kiss. Before he could do anything he’d regret, he placed his chin on the top of your head to prevent him from connecting his lips with yours. God knows that if Mark were to stare at your pretty pink lips any longer, he wouldn’t be able to control himself and his desire to feel your lips against his.

“You don’t owe me anything. All I want for you to do is to have faith in yourself. Be more confident. Don’t you ever doubt yourself or say anything negative about yourself anymore okay? Make me proud y/n.”

Once you got everything settled with the bank, insurance company, plumbing company and kitchen appliance company, you began to work on furnishing your bakery. Mark would head straight to your bakery once he finished work in order to help you set things up against your pleas that he’d go home and rest. You didn’t want to be a burden on him and you were sure he was probably exhausted from work; but you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t enjoy his presence.

Knowing that he wanted to continue to help you out although his part of the project was already over with made your heart happy. You wanted to believe it was because just like you, he enjoyed spending time with and being around you. However, you would mentally scold yourself for thinking like that and making up scenarios in your head of the two of you starting up a relationship together. In the moments that he came and helped you move your furniture, went with you shopping for necessities, ingredients, decorations, uniforms and everything else that you were in need of, your feelings for him only grew stronger.

When you were back at the bakery, he would play some music on his phone and the two of you would dance and sing along as you worked on getting everything set up and making sure all areas of your bakery were ready for opening. There were times that you caught him looking at you and other times that he would “accidentally” touch your waist and lower back if he tried to pass behind you. No matter how long you’d spend with him, you’d always miss him whenever he would leave. Sometimes, you would order food for the both of you as an excuse to extend your time together. Mark was someone who you loved being around.

The constant support he gave you along with the many compliments about your talent and sometimes even your looks never failed to make your heart flutter. You could only wish there was a reason he would stay in your life once this was all over. Finally the opening a day came and you were overwhelmed with so many emotions. Sure, you were excited. Your dream was finally coming true. But the doubts and worries of nobody showing up wouldn’t leave your mind at all for the few days leading up to today. Unfortunately, Mark had let you know that he wasn’t going to be able to make it because he had a few meetings he had to attend to and the news made you even more upset than you already were. Mark had practically set this entire place up. He was the reason everything came together just the way you wanted it to so it was only natural for you to want him in attendance. Plus, knowing he was there would help you relax and the thought of him would block out any other negative thoughts that were currently bringing you down. However, his cute little supportive text messages did make you calm down a bit but your heart rate fluttered at his sweet words.

“Hey boss, you’re gonna want to take a look at this.” One of your pastry chefs motioned for you to follow her outside and when you saw just how many people were waiting outside for you to open made tears brim at your eyes. Were they all really there for your opening? But how did they all hear about it? You paid to put an ad in a few newspapers but that was pretty much it. You didn’t think it would bring in at least two hundred people right outside your storefront but you were extremely over the moon.

“Hi guys! Thank you so much for coming today. It genuinely means everything to me. I’ve been dreaming about this day since I was a little girl and I’m so excited to have you all try my pastries. The cake fairy is finally open for business!”

Hearing the crowd cheer as you cut open the rope and allowed people to come in made your heart race. It took you a while to finally take everything in and to come to the realization that all these people were here for your desserts. For recipes that you came up with years ago in school when you were actually supposed to be studying for finals. Nobody other than your family and friends have tried your treats, so this was the first time anyone else was going to be tasting it and your heart felt like it was going to bust out of your chest. When you saw the first few customers take bites out of your pastries and saw the smiles on their faces while they murdered just how good it was, you released a breath of relief.

The day went by extremely quick but that’s because you had so much to do. You had to help take orders and serve people while running to the back and helping out with baking. You were afraid of running out of things to sell but you and your team tried your best to make sure that everybody got what they wanted. Some customers asked to talk to you personally and wouldn’t stop raving over your desserts and congratulating you on your success. It was such a heartwarming feeling seeing all your hard work and passion come together.

After such a successful work day, you thanked all of your employees for their hard work and sent them home with some pastries while you stayed back to clean everything and to take a few minutes to yourself. As you began to wipe down the countertops, you heard a soft knock at the door and at first, you were alarmed seeing as how it was nearing 10 p.m. but when you saw your favorite smile peeking at you through the glass, you immediately dropped what you were doing and ran to the door.

“Hi there my favorite little puff pastry! How was it? I heard the line went on for hours. I’m really sorry I couldn’t be here to see it.” He handed you a bouquet of sunflowers and a teddy bear dressed up as a chef. The reason why Mark wasn’t there for your opening was because he had a few tricks up his sleeve. You weren’t able to see the billboards he set up throughout your city, nor did you have the time to watch tv and see your ad being played every other commercial. He meant it when he said he was going to do whatever he could to help you succeed and it was mainly because he loved seeing that contagious smile of yours when things went your way.

“It’s fine Mark. I understand, but thank you for being here right now and thank you for these gifts. I’m more at ease now that you’re here. Today was perfect. There were so many people and everyone seemed to really enjoy my desserts. I’m still having a hard time processing that all those people were here for my treats. It’s such an indescribable feeling and I couldn’t have done any of this without you so thank you.” With the way he was looking at you as if you were the one who set all the stars up in the sky, you felt as if you would melt in to a puddle right there.

“Don’t mention it. Honestly, you could sell your cakes in a grungy and disgusting bathroom and people will still come. I’m sure they taste just as amazing as they look.” You asked him to follow you in to the kitchen while you brought out the cake you prepared for him the night before as a small thank you for everything that he’s done for you. It wasn’t anything too over the top; just a two tiered chocolate cake with a peanut butter cream cheese filling and the words thank you next to some sketches and a construction hat. The smile that rose on his face made your cheeks warm and you couldn’t help but mirror it back to him.

“Wow y/n, this cake looks amazing. You’re really talented. I can’t believe I’m the first one to receive a cake made by the renowned baker y/n y/l/n. Don’t forget me when you become famous okay?” You playfully rolled your eyes as you brought out a couple other desserts and placed it on a plate for him.

“These were the best sellers of today. Tell me what you think.” He began to take a bite out of everything and for some reason, you found yourself getting nervous at what he would think. Mark’s opinion meant the most to you. You were afraid that he wouldn’t think all too highly of your creations but when you saw him practically vacuum your strawberry shortcake, you had to stifle back a laugh.

“I’m sorry, I must look so messy but this is so good. Damn y/n, I’m gonna need about two dozen of these to go. I’m going to eat one at every meal for the rest of this week. I’m not even kidding this is delicious—“ you couldn’t help but bring your thumb up to the corner of his lip in order to wipe away some left over strawberry cream. He looked adorable and hearing him say such nice things about your strawberry shortcake made you grin like an idiot. You weren’t able to notice the way he looked at you while gliding your finger against his mouth, so you had no idea that Mark was practically near his breaking point.

Before you could do or say anything else, his lips were on yours. It was a breathtaking feeling, literally. His lips were soft against yours and he brought both his hands up to your cheeks, cupping it all but gently while continuing to kiss you like his life depended on it. The way he was kissing you with so much passion and fervor made your head spin. He brought his hands down to your waist and hoisted you up on to the counter top but his lips never once left yours. You tried your best to keep up with his quick pace but you were still in shock that this was all happening.

Mark felt as if his body was in flames while you felt like you were consumed by the ocean. The two of you made out for a couple of minutes, not being able to get enough of one another and when you felt Mark moan in to the kiss, you knew things were getting hot and heavy. To Mark’s dismay, you pulled away in order to catch your breath but placed your forehead against his. He wrapped his arms around your hips as he left gentle kisses all around your face.

“Wow. That was—you are—wow. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for quite some time now. I hope you know that there’s going to be a lot more from where that came from.” You beamed up at him and playfully booped his nose.

“The feeling is mutual, trust me. I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met at the coffee shop. I haven’t been the same since you’ve came in to my life but I like it like that. You’ve brought in so much positivity in to my life and I’d like to think I’m more outgoing and confident because you make me want to be. I want to be someone you are proud of. Someone who has a good head on her shoulders. Someone whose good enough for you, Mr.Oh so successful and extremely dreamy architect that all kinds of people; business men, CEOs, entrepreneurs and other construction companies go crazy over. I can’t blame them though, I’m crazy for you too.” He picked up some frosting from one of the cupcakes you gave him and smeared it on your cheek earning himself an adorable whine.

“All these desserts yet you’re the sweetest thing here—hey! Come back here y/n! You’re lucky I love you—oh.” Hearing those three words fall from his mouth sent you in to a frenzy and the two of you completely ignored the fact that Mark now had guava jelly on his dress shirt.

“You what?” He brought his hand up to the back of his neck and scratched it out of embarrassment.

“I said I love you. I’m sorry, was that too fast? I totally understand if you don’t feel the same just yet and it might be kind of early for me to say this—“ he was quick to smile in to the kiss once your lips connected with his as your attempt to get him to shut up.

“I love you too. What do you say we get cleaned up here and head back to my place? You can be my taste tester for some new recipes I’ve been planning.”

He began to run his hands along your sides painstakingly slowly and it was obvious that he was trying to rile you up but you weren’t letting him mess with you that easily. “I have an even better idea. I can make us some dinner and then I can eat you for dessert.” He sucked on the juncture of your neck but frowned once he felt you pull away. “Babe! Come on, I bet you taste just as good as you look too!”

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #mark tuan got7 #got7 mark #mark tuan fluff #mark tuan imagines #got7 fluff #got7 preferences #got7 drabbles

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jeremy-ken-anderson · 4 years ago

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Design Theory: FFXV

For a class I’m taking, I’ve been asked to perform a thought experiment. At first I did this with XIV, but once we got into the “make improvements” section I decided I’d have an easier and also more satisfying time pondering a game that isn’t quite so critically acclaimed.

And I decided I’d rather blog it out than write it on notepad paper.

So. FFXV. One Final Fantasy With the Lads.

The MDA Framework - Mechanics, Dynamics, Affect (Aesthetics is the original A��here, but for a game dev class we’re broadening it to include more things that evoke emotional responses) - translates into Mechanics being the rules, Dynamics being the play experience itself, and hopefully the play experience then produces an Affect of “fun.”

An example I’ve touched on before, where Mechanics produce Affect by way of Dynamics: In FFXV they have a very clean sense of being Injured. If you get down to 0 hp, your recoverable hp starts bleeding out. Get first aid or a potion and you stop bleeding out and recover some. But your “current max hp” remains lower than your true max hp. If you’re down to 1 hp and not injured and you get out of combat, you’ll be back at full hp in 10 or 20 seconds. If your “current max hp” gets down to half, you’re in a bad spot and it’ll take multiple minutes (current max hp recovers by 1 every 3-4 seconds, orders of magnitude slower than your normal health regen outside of battle). This mechanic produces a dynamic where during gameplay the player is heavily pressured to fight only when strong and run when weak. After all, you only die if current max hp hits 0, and getting to the state where you’re bleeding out is the full length of your health bar if you’re uninjured but could be much lower if you’ve already just barely survived a few fights. Emotionally this makes situations where you really can feel how much smaller the four of you are than the enemy army, especially when you get in a nasty cycle of them dropping more enemies on you just as you’re finishing up the prior fight. It ramps up tension, and makes you seek out safe havens and places the army can’t reach.

The storytelling angle on the MDA Framework sees the Designer’s Story as the Mechanics, the Storytelling (or play experience) as Dynamics, and the Player’s Story (aka the stories they tell themselves about how the game session went) as Affect. This is where FFXV loses a lot of people. It’s broadly panned by critics for how the Designer’s Story snaps from a freeform open-world game to being 100% on rails until shortly before the final boss, at which point it attempts to sell you on its open world again.

From a gameplay perspective, I don’t think XV gains much from its open world. There are a few counterexamples - the experience I had of encountering an Iron Giant at night, just kind of driving around the middle of nowhere is a good emergent gameplay moment - but I think similar experiences could be replicated in instanced content and meanwhile a lot of bland tromping across open plains could be removed.

Meanwhile because it’s so firmly about brotherhood and the fraternal bond between four young men, a lot of the moments that resonate most strongly with its themes are scripted to match appropriate story beats.

Ironically I think the better way to improve FFXV would be to strengthen its rails, not to take it off the rails. FFX was extremely on rails! Until basically the final boss, there wasn’t any way of going back to prior zones at all! The rails, clearly, weren’t the problem. I think a lot of the problem was in the expectation of freedom owing to the first portion of the story being so wide-open and choice-oriented. Because of the existing themes of Noctis entering adulthood, I like the idea of the nature of his options changing somehow. Maybe add in factions he can befriend in the political landscape, each with a specific flair and style. This gives the adult message of his actions now having consequences on people outside his immediate social circle, but also continues to expand options for self-expression. The idea that options for self-expression being constrained is part of the fundamental nature of adulthood is...perhaps one with cultural resonance for a lot of Japanese people, but a lot of people - Japanese people included - just plain hate it as an idea. So I’d make sure whatever options were present early in the game, there might not be the same kinds of choices but there would be just as many that felt meaningful. Perhaps the early game includes exploration and poking aimlessly at sidequests, but once the physical location gets on rails you get into a Mass Effect style of branching narrative tree instead, or that’s when the characters suddenly get access to a job system that lets you customize your play style itself like crazy.

As you can see, there are a lot of ways to do it and they can come at the problem from fundamentally different angles. I think the truth of XV is that the design problem was financial; They’d have made the whole game this freeform romp through the countryside if they’d had the scratch, but they ran out of money so they had to focus on getting the story told. Some of the lazier late-game assets (detailed in various reviews, such as this one from Super Eyepatch Wolf) indicate the same. I expect if I got into that situation I’d take the same approach. To my eye it beats the Lord of the Rings Cartoon approach, where they did production front-to-back and therefore released a movie that’s a really cool first 2/3 of a movie and then it literally just stops without the last 1/3 happening. I think I also prefer it to kicking the can down the road and trying to call it “Part 1 of 2,” because the odds of a satisfying Part 2 getting made are never good in that kind of situation. Once they were in that pickle, they did the best with what they had.

But if I could catch things just a little bit pre-pickle, those are the changes I’d make: I’d take the focus off of the open world - particularly I’d remove most of the real-time travel in favor of environments I could pack more densely with interactions. From a production standpoint I think I’d use a hex map “quadrant design” system, where design teams would make individual hexes of content for a world map and then we’d design the world map to fit the number of encounters we were able to get done, rather than making a world map and hoping we could fill it up with stuff. I’d ABSOLUTELY avoid constraining the player agency, especially in association with Noctis’ journey to adulthood. That just...seems to imply a really shitty theme, and I’m not here for it. To combat this directly, I’d probably add in another cool system associated somehow with adulthood in the second half of the game. There’d be a direct statement from the game that you might lose some choice about some things but you have SO MUCH more choice about others!

So yeah. Those are the Mechanics I’d add to FFXV and how I think they’d change Affect by way of the Dynamics of play.

#design #ffxv #review #class

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scribble-bunnie · 5 years ago

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soulmark | m.yg (1)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Chapters: 9

Summary: in which, a girl and a boy without soulmarks learn what it means to have a soulmark and a soulmate.

01 || There's Always A Little Truth

(Y/n)'s POV

A warm breeze blew at me, making me smile as I stepped into the familiar coffee shop. It wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. The familiar guy behind the counter smiled at my appearance before continuing his work of typing the bill.

It was 8 in the morning and I was at my workplace, the 'Sweet Secret' coffee shop that my friend, Kim Seokjin owned. I rushed to the back, pulling on my everyday waitress/barista outfit, before coming out. I went next to Jin, who was writing something on the counter.

"Jin," I called out to him, giving him my award-winning smile. He looked up, amused. He was a year older than me, but he said that sometimes, it felt as if I am older than him, so he asked me to call him Jin instead of Jin-oppa. "Whatcha writing?"

I leaned over his (extremely broad) shoulder to look at the small notepad. It was a bunch of numbers that I guessed was the coffee shop's budget and all.

"Good morning to you too," he said, turning around and leaning against the counter to face me. I bit my tongue when I remembered I forgot to say it. He just smiled. "Looking good, I see. Smiling as ever. Now get your smiling face and make a mocha and a latte for that couple over there."

I internally groaned but kept the smile. I prepared the drinks and immediately served it to them. By that time, the shop was starting to fill in, especially with university students looking for help after all-nighters.

I was soon joined by my co-worker, Park Jimin, who was also one of the main attractions of girls to our coffee shop. Too bad for them, Jimin-ah was taken by a handsome guy (who girls would kill for), Jeon Jungkook.

The morning rush continued on till 11:30, and I could finally take a breath when Jin nodded at me to take five minutes off.

My eyes were just looking around when it fell on Jimin-ah, who was wiping tables. Specifically, on his left wrist. Where his soulmark was.

In our world, everyone had a soulmark; a sign similar to their soulmate's. Jimin-ah met Jungkook-ah in university, and since he started working part-time here starting his first year, he told me all about it. All the feelings, all the rush, all the happiness.

And I felt happy for him. I felt so happy that he got to meet the one for him. Jungkook-ah was a sweetheart, and the two were made for each other. In more than one way.

Thinking about him made me look down, at my own wrist. It was bare, just a plain normal wrist without a soulmark. Everyone got their soulmark between 10-12 years old, and at first I thought I was just a late bloomer. But no. I just don't have a soulmate.

Ever since then, I have wondered what it felt like to have a soulmate; somebody who is made for us. Meant to love us and only us. Soulmates dated and married and them doing otherwise was unheard of.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, making me look up. Jin was giving me a sad look. He shook his head. I looked down at my lap with a sad smile.

"I'm okay," I told him. He didn't look convinced. He gave me a mug of (f/c). I took it from his hand. "Really."

"I know," Jin said, giving me a small hug. I hugged him back, basking in the warmth for a second before reality slapped me in the face again. I downed the drink and hopped onto my feet. "Ready to work?"

"As I'll ever be," I said with a grin, to hide my pain on the inside. He gave me a wide smile too, and I got to work again.

At twenty-five, I had given up all hope. Almost 97% of people had soulmates and it was hard to find people without soulmates, because they hid the fact. Also, people who weren't soulmates had a fat chance of actually working out.

I knew I was going to be alone for life, but for some reason, I had a little bit of hope inside me, that one day I might find someone. I sighed to myself as I packed the pastry for the woman.

"Here you go, ma'am," I handed it to her. "Would you like anything else?"

"No, no, I'm good," she said with a smile. "How much will that be?"

I handed her the bill, and she paid before leaving. Around 1:00 the shop was empty and so the three of us sat down for lunch. Jimin-ah had gotten us sandwiches from the shop across.

"Ah, Jimin-ah, (Y/n)-ah," Jin said, pausing from biting his sandwich. "My soulmate is coming tonight and we're gonna go for dinner. Would you two care to join?"

"Jin, no!" I exclaimed. "You both have fun, why do you want Jimin-ah and I to ruin it? I'm sure he's desiring some alone time with you!"

Jin laughed before speaking, "No, he's coming to meet you guys. You all have never met, so he proposed a meet-up dinner. We are going on a date this Saturday, anyway."

"Oh, then sure," Jimin-ah replied for the both of us.

"He'll come at 8:00, so I'm closing the shop early, and then we can all go," Jin said, before taking a huge bite of his sandwich. "I already messaged Min-ji about today's timing."

Song Min-ji was the university part-time student we had. She worked from afternoon to night. Since Jimin-ah finished university last year, we decided to take a part-timer again. I nodded at the information, before finishing my lunch.

"Alright, I'm gonna open the shop again," I announced.

Min-ji came at around 2:30, after her university. She had long black hair and black doe eyes. She started her last year at university with Jungkook-ah this year. They were both two years younger than Jimin-ah. She was Jungkook-ah's friend and he introduced her to us since she wanted a part-time job.

"(Y/n)-unnie!" she pounced on me, giving me a hug that left me struggling to breath. "I hate university. Just one week in, and they are driving us crazy!"

"There, there," I patted her on the back. "You can do it, and we both know it. One more year, Min-ji, before you are free!"

She nodded, determined. She stepped back and went to the back to change her uniform. She came out, her beautiful soulmark resting on her wrist. It was a design, unlike most people. The Soulmark was something that connected the two people involved, something that meant a lot to them. So mostly, people got different objects from flowers to wine.

Min-ji still hadn't met her soulmate, and she was anxious to meet them. I tried my best to support my friends, but sometimes, I couldn't help it. I cried to myself, because my bare wrist spoke my future.

It was a truth universally acknowledged, that I was going to be alone forever and ever.

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Part 1 | Part 2

#yoongi #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #suga #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #teajamscookies #bts #army #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #soulmark #soulmate au

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