#shopkeep Hardware

[an0nym0us-m0nster]

these three would probably be THE BEST of friends or THE WORST of enemies

#yandere sim #yandere simulator #osoro shidesu #aoi ryugoku #Hardware Shopkeeper

[magiccath]

Christmas with the Doctor

Tenth Doctor x GN!reader

Summary: In which you and the Doctor celebrate Christmas

Traveling time and space constantly had one slightly annoying effect on the Doctor. He had absolutely no concept of time. Days, months, and years were but a loose concept to him. Usually, holidays just happened when he deemed fit. He would waltz into the TARDIS control room and declare that the day was special. Most of the time, you just went along with it. He did things on a whim, and Christmas was no expectation. 

Just last month he decided it was time to set up a Christmas tree. The issue was, he didn’t have a tree. He had random spare robot parts, dog food (but no dog), the entire works of C.S. Lewis, two dead plants, a Santa costume, and 52 blankets hidden away on the ship. But he didn’t have a Christmas tree. 

Determined to find one, he flew the TARDIS back to modern-day London without bothering to land during the correct time of year. He spent a whole day tramping about in the middle of Spring asking around for a Christmas tree. The various amounts of surprised looks and disgruntled shopkeepers explaining it was March didn’t stop him. Eventually, he found a second-hand shop that miraculously had a crappy plastic one in the back. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of an artificial tree, but it would have to do.

You had attempted to point out that he could just pop backward a few months and get a real one at the right time of year, but the Doctor’s mind didn’t think like that. To him, the simplest answer wasn’t always the right one.

Still, you’d helped him carry the big box back to the ship and held the doors open as he dragged it into the control room. You grabbed a cup of tea and leaned against the console to watch gleefully as he struggled to assemble the thing. Eventually, with the help of the Sonic, he got it all sorted out. After a few hours and lots of frustration, he had managed to set up a slightly lopsided plastic tree in the corner. Frankly, it looked a little sad.

“We need ornaments,” he frowned, circling the tree pensively. 

“I don’t suppose you have those.” Considering he didn’t have a tree, it was highly unlikely that he had any other Christmas decorations.

He shook his head, “but we can make some,” he cheered, running about the TARDIS collecting various supplies. You watched him dash about with narrowed eyes, wondering what he meant by that. 

He handed you a pair of scissors and a stack of construction paper, which you used to make paper chains. You sat idly, cutting and folding paper as he continued his rummaging. He’d pop out of the small storage bunkers in the floor every now and then wielding circular hardware and colorful string. 

At one point, he plopped a dismembered Cyberman head on the floor with a loud clunk. 

“What’s that for?” you asked, pointing with the tip of your scissors. 

“Tree topper,” he smiled brightly, popping his head up from the floor, a massive grin plastered on his face. 

You furrowed your brows but didn’t question it any further. Sometimes it was best to just let the Doctor do his thing. You found if you questioned things too much you typically ended up with more questions rather than answers.

Having collected everything that could pass as makeshift ornaments, the Doctor started hanging them on the limp limbs of the plastic tree. He handed you a few ‘ornaments’ and you helped him.

“I think I have some lights,” you mumbled, running off to your room. You came back a few moments later with a string of fairy lights that the Doctor helped you wrap around the tree. 

When you were done, the two of you took a step back to admire your work. It was makeshift and messy at best, but it still made you smile. You looked over at the Doctor and found him grinning back at you. 

“It’s perfect,” you laughed, knowing that you and the Doctor were likely the only people to ever think so. It wasn’t pretty, but it was reflective of your work together, and that was really all that mattered. 

“I agree,” the Doctor smiled, picking you up and spinning you around the control room with a light-hearted laugh.

You had figured that was the rest of Christmas for a while, even if the tree remained in the corner of the control room. That was until the Doctor woke you up with a childish smile. 

“It’s Christmas,” he grinned, tapping your cheek repeatedly. You frowned, eyes blurry from sleep. 

“It’s what?” you grumbled, pushing yourself up on your elbow so you could glare at the Doctor. 

“Christmas,” he stated, smiling at you. 

“Now?” you asked, rubbing sleep from your eyes. The Doctor laughed like you had said something funny and grabbed your hand, yanking you out of bed. Too tired to protest, you allowed him to drag you out of your room and into the control room. 

The lights were dimmed with a yellowish hue. In the corner, the Christmas tree sparkled. Your eyes traveled downward and saw that there was a small pile of presents underneath it. You had placed one or two parcels down there when you first set it up months ago, but the Doctor hadn’t noticed. You figured he would open them when he was ready. 

The Doctor looked at you expectantly, a wide smile taking over his face. You couldn’t help but notice how adorable he was when he got excited.

“Happy Christmas,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around the Doctor’s middle. 

“Happy Christmas!” he cheered back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. You smiled softly, grateful that the dim lighting could hide your embarrassment. 

“Come on,” he ushered, running over to the tree excitedly, “open your present.” 

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” you blushed, fiddling with your fingers anxiously. The Doctor shook his head in disagreement, “Nonsense.” He placed a brilliantly wrapped package in your hands. You took a moment to turn it over in your hands, admiring the wrapping job. It was neat and perfect, the kind of wrapping you see in Christmas movies. It didn’t seem the Doctor’s style.

“You did this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I worked in a department store briefly.” he shrugged without further explanation, “Open it!” He explained impatiently. 

As you slowly and carefully unwrapped the box, the Doctor continued talking. 

“Remember when we went to that abandoned mall?” He asked, a small glint sparking in his eye.

“The one that was infested with Weeping Angels?” you added with a shiver. It was lucky that the two of you even made it out of that one. You didn’t like thinking about it too much, it was the kind of adventure that left you with nightmares.

“Right, but that’s not the point,” he shook his head vigorously. “You talked about this store almost every mall had when you were a kid,” he grinned at you excitedly, proud of himself for remembering such a small detail. 

“Build-A-Bear?” you asked, sliding the rest of the wrapping paper off of the box.

“That one!” He cheered, snapping his fingers in recognition. “The one where they put the hearts in the bears.” 

You nodded as you opened the box, unsure why he was bringing this up now. When you saw what was inside it became very clear. A gasp escaped your lips as your fingers ghosted around the object in the box.

“Doctor,” you cried, your eyes widening. 

“It made me wonder if I could get you one with two hearts,” he grinned cheekily.  

Your hands squeezed around the bear's chest, and sure enough, there were two hearts inside. “The workers looked at me like I was insane,” He laughed, “The paws are TARDIS blue too,” he pointed out. 

You turned the bear over in your hands, a tear pricking your eyes. 

“Do you like it?” The Doctor asked quietly, scared that it wasn’t as amazing of a gift as he had previously assumed. 

“It’s perfect,” you sniffled, clutching the bear to your chest. It reminded you of the Doctor, of your home on the TARDIS. It was one of the sweetest, most thoughtful gifts that you had ever received. 

You felt a surge of love and threw yourself into the Doctor’s arms, burying your face in his neck. He smelled so much like himself, a scent that had become familiar to you over time.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your warm breath fanning his skin. The Doctor beamed, more than happy that he could make you happy. He could feel his hearts quickening and hoped that you wouldn’t notice.

“I’m glad,” he smiled softly, resting his head in your hair. 

“This puts my gift to shame,” you groaned, pulling away. 

The Doctor looked at you with interest as you fished out your poorly wrapped parcel from under the tree. Compared to the Doctor’s it was a mess - pieces of tape all over, and the paper was more crinkled together than folded. 

“That’s for me?” He asked, shocked that you had gotten him anything. He looked at the parcel like it was the best-wrapped present in the world. 

“Yes, you stupid spaceman,” you teased, handing him the present. He looked down at it with love, running his fingers across the smooth wrapping paper. He couldn’t remember the last time someone got him a present. 

“Go on, open it,” you urged, leaning closer to him with an expectant grin. 

Carefully, so as not to rip the paper, the Doctor unwrapped the small box. Then, he gently lifted the top to reveal his present. Inside, there were three silken ties with stunning patterns etched into the fabric. 

“I got them when we went to that space market,” you explained, “I figured you could use some new ones.” 

“They’re silk,” he gasped, his hands brushing over the fabric lightly. 

You nodded meekly, “A bit nicer than your usual ones.” 

The Doctor looked up at you with a lopsided grin, his hand still running over one of the ties. 

“Help me put it on?” He asked. You laughed, finding the request obscure since he was in pajamas. It felt silly to put a silk tie on over a sleep shirt.

“Sure,” you said anyway, taking the tie from his hands. He had picked out the dark blue one, and if you looked closely you could see delicate ivy leaves patterned on the fabric. Your fingers worked gently and nimbly to knot the tie around his neck, sliding it up gently. 

“There,” you smiled, patting it down so it lay flat. 

The Doctor knew how to tie his own ties. Frankly, he was probably better at it than you. Even still, any chance he got he asked you to do it for him. He’d never admit it, but he liked the proximity of it. Even more, he liked how you bit your lip in concentration as you delicately knotted the fabric together. 

“How do I look?” 

“Handsome,” you smiled brightly. You could have sworn you imagined a rose-colored blush spreading across his cheeks at your compliment, but he turned away before you could be sure. 

“Thank you,” he smiled, taking your hand so he could cradle it gently. 

“You’re very welcome,” you whispered, looking down in embarrassment.

“How about breakfast?” He asked, already excited to move on to the next activity. You watched wide-eyed as he jumped up from his seat, offering a hand to you.

“You made breakfast?” you asked, eyes narrowing. The last time he tried to cook he forgot about the oven and burned the TARDIS kitchen down. The time before that, he left cookies in for way too long and made them all kinds of crispy.

He nodded, “proper English breakfast. Not burned this time.” 

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, not wanting to get your hopes up.

“Yes,” he laughed, wiggling his outstretched fingers at you. Taking the hint, you grabbed his hand to follow him. 

Sure enough, he had managed to make breakfast without burning anything. Anything that you could see or smell, that is.

“How did you..?” you asked with amazement, looking down at the perfectly cooked meal in front of you. The Doctor just winked in response, leaving you wondering where the food really came from. 

“Also!” He said, cutting off your questioning thoughts. “I found Christmas crackers!” He exclaimed cheerfully, brandishing two bright red crackers in his hands. 

“I love Christmas crackers!” you gasped, taking one from his hand. The Doctor smiled to himself, he knew you did, that’s why he got them. 

“Come on!” you grinned, holding out one end to the Doctor, “help me open it.” 

The Doctor smiled himself, it was hard not to when you were this happy. He helped you pull open both crackers. He even let you put one of the silly paper crowns on him. 

“They’re the best part,” you smiled, sliding one on top of his head. The Doctor looked up at you with thinly veiled adoration. 

“Are they?” He asked with a lopsided smile. 

You blushed and nodded before plopping back down in your seat, already scooping bits of food onto your fork. 

“Thank you for this,” you whispered, looking down into your food. 

“For what?” The Doctor laughed. 

“All of this,” you said, gesturing with your fork, “the tree, the present, the crackers.” 

“It was nothing,” The Doctor shook his head. To him, it really wasn’t much. He would do anything for you, making sure you had a good Christmas was just a small service.

“Thank you anyway,” you grinned, taking his hand gently. The Doctor smiled softly back at you and rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand comfortingly. 

“Best Christmas ever,” you beamed happily, and you meant it.

A/N: I hope you all have a wonderful holiday!!

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[whatthefishh]

Happy Halloween, Steven

Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: this was supposed to be a fluff piece and then I thought about how Steven would look in his costume and how I'd probably react to it so. You guys get light smut.

Warnings: 18+, smut, heavy petting, handjob, jealous coworkers lol

Author's note: Thanks to @villainvindicator and @kittyofalltrades for helping me decide how to go about certain parts of this story :) xo

Jake is written in bold, Marc in italics, sorry if its OOC I was just having the best time writing this LOL

Word count: 2.5k

This wasn’t really how Steven imagined the annual Halloween party the National Gallery threw for its staff to go, but let’s just say he was over the moon with how his night was going.

The entire staff was being forced to go. Steven didn’t necessarily dislike parties but he wasn’t the best in social settings either. He felt a little better going to outings with Marc and Jake around now, it felt like he wasn’t going entirely alone. Plus, he did really enjoy Halloween. 

Although Marc grumbled the whole week leading up to the party about having to dress up and how lame he thinks it all is, Jake was quietly supportive of Steven putting himself out there more and more. Especially since he picked up on his little crush on you.

Jake noticed that every time you’d rush by the gift shop, piles of paperwork haphazardly collected in your arms, heels clicking on the floors trying to make it to your destination without bumping into anyone, Steven would stop whatever he was doing and just blankly follow your movements with his eyes until you were gone. This happened maybe a handful of times per day, and every time it was the same: Steven would longfully gaze after you, sigh dramatically and then return his attention back to the task at hand. Marc usually mentally clocked out when Steven literally clocked in, so only Jake really knew about this little reaction Steven had towards you aka dopey heart eyes anytime you were in the vicinity. 

Tonight’s party was a Halloween costume party, being held in the gallery’s dining hall, but it was supposed to be decked out by the party planning committee. Steven was slightly bitter towards the committee, led by Donna, since they didn’t let him help when he offered. You were on it, too, which was honestly part of the reason why he offered to help to begin with, hoping to get a word in with you, but Donna quickly interrupted your conversation to shut him down as rudely as she always does. 

Steven had his costume picked out for a while, thinking it made him look bloody handsome, if he did say so himself. Jake helped him style his hair into a neater, slicked back look instead of his usual unruly curls to better match the outfit. Marc teased Steven saying that he was trying too hard for a bunch of coworkers that didn’t give a shit if he showed or not. Needless to say, Steven did not like that. 

“Oi! Just because Donna’s insufferable, doesn’t mean they all are! There are some people I actually like at work.” 

Yeah you’re a real social butterfly.

Marc, stop being such a culo. Steven, you better talk to her tonight.

Oh? This whole getup is for a girl?

Steven has to admit when he purchased his Captain Hook costume, the idea of you and what you would possibly dress up as dipped into his daydreams enough times. The shopkeeper looked entirely too thrilled when Steven tried on the black pleather pants, maroon vest and long black overcoat complete with gold hardware detailing and a fake sword for his belt. He also pressured him into buying some cheap eyeliner to drive the pirate look home. It was definitely not Steven’s first choice (initially he’d asked for Prince Charming) but upon looking at himself in the tri-fold mirror and seeing how the tight pleather pants made his thighs and rear look, he readily agreed, secretly hoping it would catch your attention. 

If we’re gonna be here, at least we look good. 

Deep breath, hermano. Look, there she is. 

Again, WHO?

As soon as Steven walked in, it was almost magnetic how his eyes zeroed in on you; animatedly describing something with your hands to the angel with bright white, oversized wings next to you over the blaring dance music. His eyes widened and mouth dropped open slightly once he took in the sight of you, in a tiny, tiny sparkly, green number, hem cut in a zigzag pattern, clear high heels to give the illusion that you were floating, with petite green wings to match. The dress was much shorter than he expected to see you in, especially for a work party, but he was guessing you probably didn’t realize the effect it was having on those around you and honestly? He’s not complaining because where the hell have you been hiding those legs this whole time?! 

He was beginning to attract attention just standing at the door of the hall, yet again caught staring at you with a dopey look on his face. It didn’t occur to Steven that he could be attracting attention because of how damn fine he looked tonight, pleasantly surprising some of the staff with his defined muscles on display with his costume choice - the pleather didn’t leave much up to imagination. He quickly made his way over to the food table, as one does with anxiety at a party, and scoured the table for vegan friendly options with shaking hands. Why did he come to this party again? What if nobody talked to him? What if he made a fool out of himself? Why did he think this costume was a good idea? They probably think he looks ridiculous, that's why they’re all staring…

Fighting the urge to nervously run his hands through his gelled hair, Steven stood fidgeting with his jacket and finally looked around the room to catch a handful of the more forward women blatantly staring at him bent over the table stacking his plate sky high, promptly choking on his food at the numerous eyes on him. Rushing to the punch bowl in an attempt to wash his food down before he further embarrassed himself, he didn’t notice you also approaching and narrowly avoided bumping into you. 

“Are you…alright? Steven, right?” you asked just as he managed to gulp down half his cup of punch, nearly causing him to choke again as he swiveled around to face you. 

“Uh hiya, yeah I’m Steven, Steven is me,” he tried to laugh at the end of that horrible, horrible introduction. He already knew your name, but pretended to ask anyway so as not to seem like a creep, which you confirmed with an easy smile. He tried so desperately not to look away from your face while you were talking but it was proving to be challenging, especially now that Marc perked up at your presence. 

This is her? He playfully laughed. Steven, where have you been hiding this little nymph?

Steven wasn’t that guy, he would not be the guy caught staring at your breasts while you were showing him kindness and striking up a conversation by the punch bowl, like the nice girl he was sure you were, he would not, could not blow this chance with you. But God was it making him break a sweat at the effort. He tried to focus on some part of your face so that his gaze wouldn’t stray but then he got caught up in your eyes and the meticulous makeup you applied that accentuated the soft glow of your skin, trailing down to the perfect pink pout you wore tonight and-

She’s asking you a question, cabrón.

Ah, shit, he was not listening. Did you know he wasn’t listening? He thinks he’s ruined it now, for sure. His eyes betrayed his inner turmoil and panic, quickly making his whole demeanor tense which you picked up on with concern and asked again, “You sure you’re alright?” You ask as you move closer to him. He’s tall enough to see down your dress now and he quickly closes his eyes and inhales deeply. 

This is torture. There’s a promising pink flush gracing your cheeks when he opens his eyes to look down at you. The track changes, something with a heavier bass starting up.

Do not. Fuck. This up, Steven. She’s hot, and likes what she sees.

Sí, parece que le gustas, this might work. 

“Y-yeah, m’alright, more than actually,” he says, schooling his features into what he thinks is a coy smile but on Steven’s open and honest face just screams ‘I really like how close you’re standing next to me’. 

You’re perceptive, he will soon learn. You’ve actually noticed him gaping at you a few times you rush past the gift shop in your hurry to get to your meetings on time, but you never get the chance to stop and chat with the cute, tousled-looking man behind the counter. You’ve taken notice though, especially tonight, with his tight black pants about to bust at the seams. 

You’re smiling at him encouragingly, hoping Steven will catch on to your advances as you slowly lift your hand to finger at the lapels of his jacket, eyes slowly blinking up at him, looking over his face for a reaction. “I was just saying how it's a shame we don’t get to talk more at work,” you supply him with bits of your previous conversation. The other women who were watching this play out are scoffing at how obvious you’re laying it on for him, muttering bitterly amongst each other as they shift their attention elsewhere for the night. You have faith he’ll catch on, eventually. Hopefully. 

“Me, too, I-I know you must be busy though, Donna definitely would ‘ave my head if she saw me bein’ friendly with anyone on the clock. Bit crazy, that one.” He manages to get out even with your close proximity and finger touching him through his clothes. Steven was going to slowly lose his mind if you kept dragging your finger on his clothes, your nail pressing into the fabric scandalously. There’s no way he could be misinterpreting this anymore. 

Dude she wants you, stop fucking around. 

And then you’re leaning up to whisper to him and he can feel the heat of your breath hit the shell of his ear and your breasts graze his arm, hair slightly brushing against his face in your movement; he can feel his dick twitch in his too tight pants, and it sounds like you’re smiling around your words as you say, “I could use some air, care to join me, Captain Hook?” Pulling back to look at him with eyes he couldn’t say no to let alone form words around. Steven thinks he agreed to join you because the next thing he knew he was being led out the doors to the main gallery by his hand, trailing after you like a puppy. Maybe Marc jumped in for a second back there. He’d have to thank him later.

You don’t stop pulling him behind you, occasionally looking back to giggle at his expression, until you reach the bathrooms on the other side of the gallery. He didn’t notice how long you two were walking, taking the opportunity to zone out at your legs effortlessly floating in those damn clear heels and the gentle sway of your hips as you brazenly walked in front of him. 

Marc must have fronted again because he suddenly finds himself caging you in against the bathroom counter, standing in between your legs, hands spreading them as wide as they can in your obscenely short dress, as you sit between the sinks and you’re pulling him closer, closer, closer, until your lips meet in a hot, open mouth kiss. Steven’s hands are roving over your body, nonstop, from gripping your hips to squeezing your waist to ever so softly cupping your breast, and you moan into his mouth when he hesitantly swipes his thumb across your nipple through your dress. Your hands are in his hair, meeting slight resistance due to the product he’s used to tame his curls, his matching groans of desire echoing off the bathroom walls. You’re smiling into the kiss now, pulling back for air as you lean your head back giving Steven access to your neck which he happily attacks with his mouth, lightly nipping you in the process. 

So - you didn’t think you were gonna end up with your hand down Steven’s pants - or rather Steven’s pants hanging around his knees - but you’re okay with it, more than okay with it considering you unzipped them to begin with even though he had to pull back to look at you to make sure he wasn’t making a fool of himself. 

“O-oh, please, love,” he stutters out as you massage the head of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit. There was nothing you wanted more than to make Steven lose control in his stupid hot costume in the work bathrooms. He’s already breathing shakily, eyes rolling back as you work your fist up and down his cock, as you watch mesmerized, cataloging his face to memory. 

Ahh, is this how every work event is gonna go from now on? You guys hiring, Steven? 

Marc, we shouldn’t be here for this… As gorgeous as this little tinkerbell is

Steven tries to ignore the voices of his headmates as you continue to work him up, leaning forward to lick into your mouth partially to muffle his sounds and partially to not blow his load right there at the way you’re looking at him. He starts thrusting his hips into your hand, making you wetter just by watching him give in to his baser instincts.

“God, I’m not gonna last, love,” he whines out for you. 

“Good,” you purr against his mouth. 

His brow starts to furrow, and he looks up at you with a needy gaze as you pump your fist tighter, faster, your other hand reaching up to tug his hair back and he comes with a shout, eyes clenched tightly together and chest heaving. 

You’re still slowly gripping his limp dick as you both look down to see his spend all over your thighs, leaking from his tip, dripping down your hand. He shyly meets your eyes as he hums happily and reaches for the paper towel stack behind where you’re perched to clean up his mess. When he comes back to wipe the white ropes off your thighs, you’re already tasting him and his jaw drops open at the sight of you smiling mischievously around your finger. You end up taking the paper towel from his hand and cleaning yourself up because Steven’s brain seems to have short circuited - something you’re very smug about at the moment. He has to shake himself out of his stupor to properly tuck himself away, and voices his concern about you not getting your own happy ending. 

“Oh, we’re not done for the night, Hook,” you grin before pecking him and then gracefully hopping off the counter to stand pressed up against him. 

“You’re so bloody gorgeous,” he mutters in amazement.

Told you it would work, hermano.

Steven, I swear to God if you don’t take care of her, I will. 

Marc didn’t need to front anymore that night. 

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[necroromantics]

🧺 — Laundry And Taxes

chapter 10. // (masterlist)

In that tortuous year, winter had come early. Natalie continued to work at the bar in town; the locals loved her southern charm, and she made enough tips to keep herself satisfied. Meanwhile, Toby swallowed his pride and began to chop wood, selling his gathered lumber to townspeople and small businesses. The snowfall had been heavy that December, which the boy paid no mind to as he traveled through the abandoned meadows that laid still under their thick winter frost. Toby gripped the handle of his hatchet as he swung it hard into the thin trunk of a tree looming over him. His hands were better off tearing down nature, taking lives. He wouldn't know how to be kind if he wanted to. As he pulled the blade out from the log, he reeled it back once more and swung it again at the trunk. The boy thought back to the times he had cut off limbs, chopped off heads, he could nearly smell the stench of blood and death as he swung his hatchet once more. He envisioned a crimson red splattering onto the snow as he hit against the tree again, and again, and again. Toby breathed heavily to himself, huffing as he watched the tree collapse to the ground with a loud thud. His cheeks were flushed with windchill, his hands were shaking as he released his grip from the handle of his hatchet, dropping it to the ground. Without another word, he made his way back into the house.

He found Natalie in the spare room, sitting at an easel. The boy watched as she painted a beautiful winter landscape, adding blotches of red into the snow — a morbid detail she typically added in her personal projects. Toby smiled to himself in amusement, it seemed as though she read his mind. He put his hands onto the back of her chair, breaking her from her canvas.

“Done with the wood already?” She asked.

“Just taking a break. Do you wanna go into town with me to buy some Christmas lights?”

Natalie stretched her back as she stood to her feet, matching the boy's height, shrugging in agreement.

Toby walked up and down the aisles of the small hardware store, Natalie by his side, eyeing the stock as they searched for what they had initially come for. Once they had found the array of Christmas lights, they bickered over the options. Toby insisted the rope lights were better. Natalie knew they weren’t. Accepting his defeat, the boy allowed the girl to grab the box of lights she wanted to buy, and followed her to the register. Grabbing change from his pocket as the shopkeeper ringed them up, the man looked at Toby and told him that he’d need to pay for the chocolate bar as well.

“What?”

“I saw you put one in your pocket, you’ll need to pay for that.”

“Bullshit you saw me pocketing one of your dumbass bars,” Toby snapped as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, “Get your fucking eyes checked.”

“I apologize sir, I thought-”

“Yeah? You fucking thought?”

“Toby, watch your damn mouth,” Natalie scolded, grabbing him by the hood of his sweater and pulling him back from the shopkeeper who was now drenched with confusion and nervousness. She sorely apologized, groaning in frustration as she dragged the difficult boy out of the scene he had caused and out into the open streets of the bustling town.

“What the fuck is your problem, stupid mutt?”

“Why do you care? When did you get so soft, huh?” Toby sneered, crossing his arms and avoiding his friends glare. He knew he had done wrong, but stupid mutts bite back.

“I care about all of that bullshit, because I care about you. So stop getting yourself into trouble.”

Natalie continued walking down the street, quickening her pace as Toby jogged to catch up. He followed beside her as they wandered around the downtown area, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the chocolate bar he had insisted he didn’t steal. Natalie glanced over at him and gave him a look of disbelief and irritation.

“What?” Toby asked, taking a bite of the bar.

“You are fuckin’ insufferable,” the girl shouted out as she sped up once again, walking in front of the boy.

Natalie sat herself down at a park bench, Toby sitting down beside her. When he looked at her, she turned away.

“C’mon Nat, you’re not actually mad at me, are you?” She didn’t give him a reply.

“Just over one stupid chocolate bar? You used to shoplift shit with me all the time, we’re not really upstanding citizens.”

“It’s not about that, Toby. It feels like…” Natalie’s words trailed off as she shook her head, “Whatever, nevermind.”

Toby nudged into her, prompting her to continue telling him what she was going to say.

“It feels like what?”

“It feels like I finally have a fuckin’ shot at leaving all that bullshit behind and just being normal for once. You know how nice it is to go to work and talk to people who don’t look at me like they know what I’ve done? I don’t want all of that to be thrown away just because you can’t handle paying for one stupid chocolate bar.”

Natalie looked out at the snow which draped over the play structure. The cool air burning in her lungs. Toby pulled out his wallet and handed her a $5 bill.

“Go fucking pay for it yourself then,” he muttered as he stood up, leaving the girl alone on the bench. She cursed under her breath as she went to catch up to the boy, brushing up against him. When she reached for his hand, he didn’t pull away.

In the old world, Toby was contorted and twisted into nothing but a weapon. Gunpowder and ash darkened his muddy eyes. The boy had been lit on fire, ordered to burn forever, and then forced into a world where he was told to find peace. Natalie was his best friend, she was always cold. She would wear sweaters in the heat, and she was indifferent to the summer sun. Despite the boy’s desperate attempts to prove he’s as horrible as he thought himself to be, Natalie enjoyed holding his hand. He was warm. The type of warmth he couldn’t hide under a layer of snow no matter how hard he tried to bury it. Only she knew how good he truly was.

The two friends strolled around the lively town, fingers interlocked, frost falling cold on their cheeks and jackets. A cruel boy, and a grotesque girl, neither bowed their heads as they passed the old Church, the world at their feet. Toby had slowly come to terms with the idea that he would never truly have a place within the earth they wandered. And finally, hell froze over. Natalie slowed her pace as they walked past a desolate skating rink, lit by fairy lights and the early evening setting sun. The day had fallen short, and the skies had already begun to darken. She tugged at the boy to follow her off of the sidewalk, and onto the rink. She admitted she hadn’t been on the ice in years. Natalie’s hand let go of Toby’s as she glided across the ice as much as her boots would let her. As Toby slipped and stumbled over to her, he watched as the rink lights shined in her eyes. For the first time in a while, she looked happy. The two youths slid around the icy field, Natalie snickered as Toby fell to the ground, only to let out a yelp as he dragged her down with him. Sitting on the cold ground beside each other, there was no war, no enemy. Toby threw his head back as he laughed, Natalie threw a playful punch into his arm. She brought herself back up to her feet, there was something so beautifully morbid about the way she carried herself, like the moon holding itself up in the night sky. Quietly, indifferently. The boy had a strange feeling, a knowing, that when she inevitably leaves his side again, he would still look up at the moon and think of nothing but her.

Hand in hand once again, the pair hollered out and rushed through the snowy country roads, the illumination of the stars reflecting off of the white blanketed fields. Their faces were flushed, the cold air scorched their lungs as they ran, laughing, exiled. Toby never knew why Natalie stayed by his side, but he knew he would give his life for her. Neither of them had felt so alive in ages. Natalie saw how Toby lit up, burning brighter than the sun. His mother never knew what to do with him, and it seemed neither did God. Drunk with frost and excitement that kept them warm, they rushed into the house. They kissed for the first time that night. It felt as though they had kissed a million times before. In another life, perhaps.

The adventurous night had ended as quickly as it had begun, and Natalie had woken up before her wild friend. She quietly sat up in bed, it was a cloudy day, perfect weather. Her eyes glanced over to the sleeping boy and watched for a moment as his chest slowly raised and fell with his soft breath. A smile crept onto her face as she thought to herself that she had never seen him so quiet. Natalie climbed out of bed, trying not to wake Toby up, grimacing as the floorboards creaked under her weight as her feet hit the ground. He had always been a light sleeper. She assumed that he felt the need to always be prepared for war, even while resting. Natalie looked over her shoulder, hoping that he hadn’t awoken, and to her relief, he remained fast asleep.

The girl sluggishly made her way into the kitchen to prepare herself a well-needed pot of coffee. As she poured herself a cup, she tried not to stare at the knives sitting on the counter. Natalie lied to herself, deluded by the idea that she enjoyed being alive. She made a point not to feed the misery that followed her around like a stray dog. In her entirety, that girl was nothing more than kitchen knives and shattered glass. Strange, and mortifying.

She leaned her tall, lanky body against the countertop as she took a small sip of her drink, feeling the warmth in her cold hands. Throughout her time in North Dakota, she had tried to change. The girl would lick the blood off of her lips after biting her tongue, she would make it a habit to grab onto something solid when she felt like punching a wall. In the new world, Natalie had tried to become something more than she was. Something prettier, nicer on the eyes, softer, kinder, more awake. She took a deep breath as she inhaled the reek of death that surrounded the house she lived in, a smell that wasn’t there before she moved in. Putting her cup in the sink, she couldn’t help but stare at the knives sitting on the counter.

Natalie slammed her hands onto the surface and turned to make her way back into the bedroom. She shook Toby awake, half-expecting him to jolt up and attack her from the sudden intrusion. Instead, the heavy-eyed boy gently grabbed her hand, taking a deep breath as he took in the world around him.

“When did you wake up?” he groaned, rising to a sitting position and rubbing his eyes.

“About a half hour ago,” Natalie replied, standing over him as Toby climbed out of bed, still half-asleep, “You should come hang up these Christmas lights with me.”

Toby held onto the rusted step ladder he had dug out of the old, worn down shed as Natalie reached up, hammering in nails into the beam of the porch to hold the string of lights. As she climbed down, the girl put her hands on her hips and eyed her handywork, nudging the boy with her elbow to look at it as well.

“What’d you think?”

“Hmm, I think it’s a bit crooked,” Toby heckled. Natalie rolled her eyes and playfully shoved the boy, to which he shoved her back, pushing her into the snow. Laughing as she fell, Natalie grasped at the snow, and threw a piece of ice at his head.

The boy blinked to himself for a second, before reaching down with a mischievous grin, picking up his own piece of ice.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” Natalie threatened, scrambling to her feet as Toby reeled back his arm, throwing it hard at her.

“That hurt, you asshat!”

“Oh right-” He whispered to himself in realization as he jogged up to the girl who was rubbing her injury with her hand.

“Uh, you okay?” Toby was never sure how to tell when he had gone too far, and never knew how badly he had hurt the ones around him. Natalie’s hair fell over her face, she looked away from him. The boy cautiously put a hand on her arm, running his thumb over where the hard piece of ice had hit her. Before he could mutter out a sore apology, the girl tackled him to the ground, snickering as she shoveled snow onto his face.

“You’re such an asshole,” she said through her laughter, sitting herself on top of the boy who laughed alongside her in relief. Shaking the snow off of his head, Toby laid in the cold, and mindlessly put his hands on Natalie’s back, staring up at her. She flashed him a toothy grin, like a beast's snarl before it devoured its prey. He liked the way she looked when she smiled, he liked the way her laugh was more of a cackle. Loud and shameless. Toby lifted his body, flinging the girl off of him and they both stood up, turning to look at the red and green Christmas lights which reflected the sun.

Once inside, Toby watched quietly as Natalie peeled an orange with her bare hands. He had always used a knife to cut his. He wondered what she would've done if she had gotten those hands of hers onto him.

“It’s so damn suffocating in this place” she replied, ripping the fruit in half and giving him the other piece. Natalie walked past the boy, and kicked the old wall that confined her, the paint had been chipping.

Toby turned around to face her, tossing the orange in his mouth.

“Wanna run away?” he suggested as he chewed.

“Where?”

“I dunno, we can go to Alabama for Christmas.”

The girl thought about it for a moment, before ultimately agreeing, rushing into the bedroom as she began to toss necessities into her bag. She wanted to get out of that house as soon as she could. It turned out to be another thing she ran away from. Toby lingered in the doorway of the kitchen for a moment, hoping that Tim and Brian wouldn’t mind hosting a get-together.

#tombwrites #tombfic #creepypasta #ticci toby #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby headcanons #toby rogers #creepypasta ticci toby #ticciwork #clockwork headcanons #creepypasta clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #clockwork #natalie ouellette #creepypasta ticciwork #ticci toby headcanon #clockwork x ticci toby #ticci toby x clockwork #ticcitoby #ticci toby fanfic #ticci toby fanfiction #creepypasta fanfiction

[my-personal-place-to-write-blog]

The first game that I completed this year (started last December and completed a few days ago) is Brandish the Dark Revenant, a remake of the first game in the series that originally came out in 1991 (the original is playable on pc-98, at some point I will play it as well).

Ares objective is to escape from a labyrinth and return to civilization. This game is a really good dungeon crawler. Ares will force his way through the various challenge (for example pitfall, fake chest, enemy ambushes and so on) that the areas you will explore will throw at you. You should be prepared to die a lot in this game (the tutorial warns you about this). This is the exact moment when I realized that this game is really good.

The player has a limited inventory and you have to choose with things to carry, and when you need to use specific item and weapon. You will also have limited gold, so you’ll need to think about what you need to buy.

You can talk to the various shopkeepers that you will find while exploring the trap-laden maze (they live in these areas) and see how they are doing/dealing with the situation they’re in.

The game does have two different mode: Ares mode (which is the remake of the original game), and Dela mode, which is a series of level that was added in the remake. I have finished Ares mode, I still haven’t started Dela mode. The art style is really nice and the ost is amazing.

Cave

Fortress

The only downside is the fact that this game is available only on psp to this day, which is really sad, I would love to see port on modern hardware.

#brandish #falcom #ares #dela

[renedumas]

@harkerriver

Sunlight flickered through the slits in the trees, wind beating against resistant leaves. It was a windy morning, topped off by blue and cloudless skies. Rene had to admit his own delight in this small luxury, being able to see all cycles of the moon and sun while most other vampires in the home had to hide from the light. He had always loved the feel of the sun, the mornings a quiet reprieve from the long nights that preceded them.

Today, Rene’s objective was to replenish some of what Leda called “party favors”, which really was just means of having repeat customers. Sometimes people came and went without being taken at the neck, but never in completion. Sometimes they’d slowly drain their human of choice, keep them coming back until they were done with them. A short death or a long, drawn one it was all the same. The cycle was smooth for the most part, but not faultless. No life was ever understated in value, each soul entering the castle bound to meet the same fate upon entry.

Death in this manner was unimportant to Rene. Most were vile, nearly as evil as the century old vampires that hunted them. The world was better off without them, anyway. His condition leaving him able to thrive in a world where he did not have to feed on others gave him more of a sense of humanity, with all the benefits of immortality. It also gave legitimacy to their secluded home, and a security of real human inhabitants to throw off any hunters.

Rene left in the earliest hours of the day, when less people seemed to be roaming around. He would divide his shopping into spurts, grabbing some items from each place to keep suspicions low. He already carried a bag full of tools that would have otherwise seemed irregular next to the plastic ponchos he was picking up in this hardware shop. Rene dropped a few brushes in the silver seat holder of his cart, half for himself and better cover. Chimes twinkled from the creek of a wooden door opening, the frame of a petite woman slinging a bag over her shoulder entering the shop and waving at the shopkeeper behind the register like an old friend. The light drawn in from the window seem to shadow over her, pulling new tones from the edges of her brown, curly hair.

He was all the way at the back end of the antique shop, and he could hear her voice, a sonorous sound, almost familiar. Her footsteps were concise, like she’d be there dozens of times before. Pushing a little cart around the store until she stopped to browse, humming then muttering to herself, immersed in thought. Rene was looking too, but now more intrigued by the newcomer than continuing his morning errands. So enthralled in whatever her list was saying, she grabbed his cart and kept on unphased. Rene circled the corner to grab his, meeting her at an intersection where she finally broke her spell and noticed their mixup. “I think you stole my cart.” He smiled, taking stock of some of the things she was beginning to collect. “You going camping?”

#c: river harker

[teamjlry]

Okay I think Generic Shopkeeper might be my favorite character like actually

Episode Recap: Penny reveals to Ruby that she is the first synthetic lifeform that can use Aura (implying that other forms of synthetic life exist and are normal), and that she wanted to experience the world before she was forced to fight for it, which puzzles Ruby somewhat. Ruby affirms their friendship before Penny surrenders to the soldiers.

Meanwhile, while Yang and Neptune try unsuccessfully to tap Junior for information about Torchwick's plans, Blake and Sun infiltrate a White Fang initiation meeting where Torchwick reveals that he has procured some military hardware for them. They are discovered, and a battle ensues during which Team RWBY successfully bring down the mech. Neo makes an appearance and helps Torchwick with his getaway.

#rwby liveblog #rwby volume 2 #rwby s02e04

[xxxevilfilms]

Burn The Groove To Death

Info: It's Valentine’s Day and Chaos decides it's time to take his relationship with Giovanna to the next level.

Warnings For: Branding, Noncon, Sexual Abuse, Domestic Violence, Yandere(?), Dirty Talk, General Ickiness

As I said in my last post, yandere Chaos is best Chaos. Please heed the warnings, I don't write anything wholesome, and this is definitely something no one with a weak constitution should read. This is from my kinktober/one-shot series on my ao3. Actual fic is under the cut!

Chaos loved Giovanna. She wasn’t the most affectionate woman in the world, but Chaos loved her all the same. She had her quirks like any other girl, and in spite of her lack of affection and inability to express her own love for him, Chaos took her intractability in stride and did whatever he could to support his...girlfriend?

Wife?

Lover?

Fuck it, might as well call her his wife. It’s not like she’s going anywhere anytime soon.

The shopkeepers, neighbors, and gardeners who lived in the quaint little mountain village he’s settled into refer to her as his wife and in turn refer to Chaos as a good husband, a dutiful provider who has done a phenomenal job tending to his wife’s needs and wants. Giovanna doesn’t say anything when she hears the praise the townsfolk give to Chaos and his actions, opting to stay silent and look away whenever his name falls off their ignorant tongues. That was the most she did in public though; at home, she was much worse. Giovanna wasn’t the most demonstrative of the love Chaos was sure she held for him and liked to chew him out or sneak up on him with a weapon of her own choosing when she was really mad. Thankfully he was always able to shut her down quickly before she or that mangy dog of hers could do too much damage. 

It was honestly quite funny. A normal man would toss their girl out in a heartbeat for such awful behavior, but Chaos, in his insanity, loved it; he loved his unruly baby and the eternal flame that burned bright behind those gorgeous cerulean depths of her. He so desperately wanted to smother it and turn Giovanna into the proper whore wife she’s destined to become, what he’s written out for her in his metaphorical synopsis. She was a mulish, fierce little bitch that Chaos found great joy breaking down. For the longest time, he’s wanted to go further, watch her crack and split like a dead leaf as he fucked, beat, and spat the fear of God into her very being, but he was never sure how to do that until now.

He always enjoyed the concept of Valentine’s Day despite its vapidness. Dedicating an entire twenty-four hours of life to your lover was a saccharine concept, but Chaos appreciated the idea. Some couples were simply too busy with their individual schedules to spend time with one another, so to invent a holiday where you’re forced to acknowledge your significant other’s presence regardless of how you truly feel about them was an ingenious design in spite of the pallid, sentimental shroud that blankets the holiday. He wanted to give Giovanna that experience, force her to notice him, accept him, take him, and remember him not just for one day, but for the rest of her natural-born life.

It was like a light bulb went off in his head when he saw the Valentine’s Day deals that were pasted on the walls and windows of flower shops and bakeries, and Chaos refused to let that bulb burn out and die. He instead threw on his best clothes, visited the finest florists and hardware stores in town, and bought Giovanna a bouquet of beautiful pink azaleas and what might as well be her engagement ring.

After cruising through town for his “wife’s” gifts, Chaos finally returns to the cabin he kept Giovanna in and quickly opens the door to greet her with presents in hand. Upon entering their home, he sees Giovanna gazing longingly out the window, her eyes narrowing and nose wrinkling in disgust when she notices his presence. She doesn’t even bother meeting his gaze and keeps her eyes trained on the blowing leaves and trembling branches of the trees outside.

“Hey there, doll face.” He greeted airily, the older man nudging his face into her own once he was close to her. “Someone’s a little grouchy, huh? Lighten up, hon, it’s Valentine’s.”

Giovanna says nothing for a time.

“You reek...”

“Must be my cologne. I heard chicks dig natural musk.”

The former secret service agent sighed and tried turning her back towards him, but was halted by Chaos’ hand shooting to her shoulder.

“Hey, hey, hey, wait up a second, okay?” He uses his strength to turn her toward him, so she can see the expensive dress shirt, slacks, suspenders, and overcoat that he stole from some luxury outlet store. “Don’t you wanna see what I got you?”

Crossing her arms, Giovanna takes in the assortment of pretty flowers cradled by Chaos’ thick arm and the brown bag tucked under its twin. It made her scoff and finally decide to indulge in the man once it became apparent that he was serious.

“Fine, I’ll bite,” She rolled her eyes. “The hell is this?”

“Flowers. Azaleas, tiger lilies, and uh...some other fuckin’ thing I can’t remember.” He handed, or rather forced, the bouquet into Giovanna’s arm and flashed her a mad grin. “But they’re pretty though, yeah? Pretty flowers for my pretty baby.”

“Keep your damn weeds...” Giovanna grimaced at the bouquet in her hands before promptly shoving it back into Chaos’ arms. “I don't care what you do, I'm not falling for it."

"Ooh, that's not nice, doll. You really gonna be like that after I dump all this money on you?" He then laughed and asked, "Someone's getting a bit spoiled, ain't she?"

"Leave me alone," Giovanna bit back. "Why don't you fuck off back to the florist and return them then?"

"C’mon, baby. Chill it with the histrionics, you don’t wanna play this game, do you?" Chaos asked, the lilt in his voice so chipper it made Giovanna tremble like a bursting volcano. "I wanna treat you good tonight, doll, don't be like this. This ain’t no way for a wife to treat her husband last time I checked."

The utterance of such a title was enough to send her over the edge. Her nostrils flared while the bind on her forehead shifted from pale brown to bright red as brilliant green fur began manifesting behind her right shoulder.

Chaos responded accordingly. 

The bouquet falls to the floor in a heap when Chaos’s hand flies to Giovanna’s scalp, his long fingers weaving themselves into his wife’s auburn locks to yank her to the floor before she could summon Rei. Giovanna screamed and clawed at his wrist in response, manicured nails trying their hardest to render Chaos’ flesh as she’s dragged across the floor and through the hallway by her captor so he could take her to their bedroom. He chuckled at her struggle as he fought through the pinpricks of pain that she scratched into his skin. She was feisty today, and he liked it when she was feisty.

"I'm not and I'll never be your damn wife!" She shouted. "So unless you want to get splattered on a wall again, get out of my--”

“Man, Gio, you just love stirring me up, huh? Just love causing trouble for yourself? Man, it’s almost like you hate me or something!” Letting out a barely restrained cackle, Chaos hoists Giovanna to her feet so he can throw her on the bed. For the briefest moments, the apostle watches the younger woman scramble against the sheets to clutch her stinging scalp but halts any further movement from her by summoning a magical incantation that bounds her wriggling limbs to her sides. Giovanna growls, spits, and curses at Chaos like a wounded animal soon after, her creased brows and rictus grimace prompting Chaos to grab the brown paper bag that was stuffed under his arm and present its contents to her.

“Well, I think you’ll find a reason to hate me in a second...” Chaos ogled her squirming figure as he fetched for the heavy piece of iron and steel that sat prone in the bag. “Hell, you might even wanna kill me after you see this one, baby...”

Chaos sees Giovanna’s angry eyes tremble with fear when she sees him pull out a long and solid hunk of metal that measures over a foot long, topped with a near-perfect iron casting of the emblem imprinted onto Chaos’ chest.

Like the smart girl she is, Giovanna instantly recognizes what it is Chaos holds in his hand and visibly pales at what he has in mind for her.

“What the actual fuck is that...!?” She screamed out. “Get that shit away from, or I swear to fucking God, Kurt...!”

“What? Think of it as your wedding ring. I think it’s time we made this shit official, hon.” Chaos reassured. “Now on your belly, it won’t hurt as bad if I sear it on your ass.”

“No, no ! Get the fuck off me!”Giovanna fights against the invisible restraints that tie her limbs down but is helpless to Chaos’ ministrations. He flips her over, adjusts her legs so that she’s kneeling into the mattress with her ass in the air, and wastes no time dipping his fingers into the waistband of her sweats to pull them down to the backs of her knees. Giovanna cries out and squirms with all her might to get out from under her captor, but is given a smack on her left ass cheek when she tries.

“You should’ve been an actress, baby. I swear, the theatrics you pull off are a riot,” Chaos summons a small blue ball of burning hot fire from his hand to hold it up to the brand. “But you gotta stop moving, hon. The last thing we need is this fucker getting on your face.”

 “I knew you were crazy, but fucking hell...!” Giovanna yelled into the sheets. “Look, I’m sorry, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want, alright? Spoil me, pamper me, do whatever the fuck you want, but please, Kurt, not this shit!”

“I know I was being a bitch, we can talk this out, right? I’m sorry, I really am, I just get a little stir-crazy when you’re out for too long!” She’s on the verge of hyperventilating when sweltering heat radiating from the brand warms her sweating skin. “Come the fuck ON , Kurt! I don’t wanna fucking do this with you!”

“Eh? I am spoiling you, doll, what are you talking about?” He watched the brand’s iron glow bright orange from the fire while he tutted at his wife’s behavior. “I’m not kidding when I say this is your wedding ring. An eternal declaration of my love to you, a symbol of my dedication to our relationship, and uh...whatever else I saw in that shitty Hallmark card.” Once the brand began glowing red, Chaos took it off the fire and extinguished the flame before sitting back on his calves to get a good look at his wife’s big plump ass. Giovanna visibly shakes and shudders like a leaf when the sound of fire crackling against turgid metal ceases and pleads to Chaos again for mercy.

“Oh yeah, lemme hear you beg, baby,” Chaos moved the brand closer to her sweating skin and simpered evilly. “Lemme hear it.”

Giovanna pleaded more as the tears she tried holding back fell freely down her cheeks, but her pleas are silenced when Chaos finally held the brand to her left buttock.

The scream that left her soon after made him hard as a rock.

A long, broken, blood-curdling wail erupted from Giovanna’s throat when the brand made contact with her rear. Her skin sizzles and crackles under the heat of the iron’s weight, the metal making quick work of her ass by burning its emblem into her taut flesh with the help of its sadistic owner. Giovanna instinctively tried scrambling away from her crazed “husband” by waggling her hips as hard as she could but is stopped by Chaos who grabs the back of her neck and holds her down so he could press the brand harder into her buttock as punishment. Smoke quickly billowed around her burn the longer he forces the iron into her abused flesh, the pressure and pain ripping another fresh scream from Giovanna that sends a jolt straight to his cock. The fat of her ass jiggles and squishes around the iron’s deathly hot surface so prettily, Chaos entertains the thought of fucking her while he burns her ass to a crisp, but decides against it for now. Right now he wants to savor the moment, savor the thrill that came with forcing his gorgeous wife to take his “love,” and quickly praises her resilience by whispering honeyed poison into her ears.

“Feels good, don’t it, Gio? You're taking this fucking thing so good, how bout I give you a matching set, right on the other cheek, eh?" He jostled the brand against her flesh then to tease the idea, making her cry more.

"G-Get the f-fuck off of me NOW , Kurt...!" She wept. "It fucking hurts, it hurts so fucking much! Just stop it already!"

"I know, baby, I know, but just a little longer, yeah? Doing so good for me, can't wait to dick that sweet cunt down after we're done." He cooed sweetly. "Then I’ll clean ya up and you'll have a fresh new tat to show off... Well to me at least. We wouldn’t want any scum-sucking degenerates to see this beauty on ya!”

Chaos lets the brand linger on her burnt flesh for a moment longer before deciding to finally take it off. Giovanna belted out a strangled groan when he does, the younger woman unable to do much but lay there and shake her ass in the air in a desperate bid to give it some relief. As she snivels from the pain, Chaos ogles the heart-shaped charr mark he left in Giovanna’s flesh to admire the weeping flesh and ruptured blisters that marred her flawless brown skin. Chaos liked what he saw and whistled at the sight before bending over to give her wound a reverent kiss, his tongue catching the distinct taste of burnt meat on his lips when Giovanna twitched violently at the touch.

“So pretty, baby girl... Even better than the flowers I got ya,” He smirked from ear to ear and then sat up to fuss with the buckle keeping his slacks up. “Almost too pretty...” Uncinching his belt and pulling down his fly, Chaos frees his heavy cock from the confines of his dress pants to grip it in his hand and hold it over Giovanna’s sex. “That’s so goddamn hot, holy fuck...”

“Nngh...” Too exhausted to fight, Giovanna lets Chaos spit on his hand and rub her cunt with his fingers to lubricate her, her red eyes closing and voice catching in her sore throat when she felt the older man push in. She grunts and groans during it all, unable to fight and unable to push him away, and Chaos revels in the mess he’s made of her by tracing his thumb over the fresh brand on her ass again. Giovanna shrieked and then wished death upon him for that, but the empty threat and the sight of his “heart” on her flesh only makes Chaos fuck her harder, harder and faster like the slut he wants her to be.

“Now you’re my wife not only in name but in body, too...” He breathed out, pace unfaltering and breath already labored. “I love you, baby, I fucking love you and this tight hot cunt...”

Giovanna doesn’t say anything and opts to wait for Chaos to finish by closing her eyes and giving in to the exhaustion that quickly overwhelms her body.

#guilty gear #dead dove do not eat #evilfics #happy chaos #ggst #giovanna guilty gear #yandere

[sesamestreep]

Sam/Bucky for 28, "feeling for each other in the dark"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZAINAB!! here’s another small entry in that TFATWS/HGTV AU🏡 🛠❤️ (wow that’s a lot of acronyms!) that I keep promising to write for you and never do! i hope you like it and I hope you’ve had a wonderful day with absolutely no electrical issues whatsoever 🍰💖

Bucky finds this whole social media thing baffling, if he’s being honest. Sam would laugh—has laughed, when he’s said it before—and call him an old man, which is fine. Maybe even fair. He’s certainly not young anymore, and if this is the way of the future, he may have to make peace with becoming a relic. But for now, he’s trying.

He’s pretty good at being in front of a camera, though that’s less about well-honed skill and more about pure instinct at this point. When they were growing up, Steve’s mom used to call him a “charming varmint,” with the way he’d chase after girls he liked and sweet talk his way out of trouble with shopkeepers and teachers. Being on camera, he figures, is more or less the same thing, trying to charm people enough that they keep paying attention.

No, the thing that’s truly baffling about social media is the way you’ve got to film everything, and you’ve got to be on all the time, and you’ve got to slow down and explain everything you’re doing so that people can replicate it, because that’s apparently why they’re watching. (Except when it’s for something called ASMR, which Sarah attempted to explain to him once and he only felt more confused afterwards somehow.) Bucky’s good at what he does, but he’s not convinced anyone should be basing their life choices off of him, even just the ones related to contracting and home improvement, fields where he is ostensibly an expert.

Sam says this is all par for the course, that it’s normal to feel weird about all the attention, because it is objectively pretty fucking weird. Millions of people follow them now. There’s simply no other way to describe it other than bizarre.

Thankfully, today’s assignment is fairly light on the social media fuckery that Bucky doesn’t understand. All Sam has asked him to do is set up his phone to record himself pressure washing and sanding the back deck of the house. Despite his objections that it will be boring for people to watch, Sam insists that, once they speed up the footage, people will find the repetition soothing, and the transformation at the end will be impressive. All of that allegedly will turn into likes and shares and a bunch of other metrics Bucky can’t think about too hard without giving himself a stress headache. According to Sarah, who’d been sitting at the kitchen table with them and nodding along the whole time as Sam explained this, the video Sam is describing will “do numbers,” which is a haunting phrase and most of Bucky’s acquiescence was to avoid having it explained to him any further.

“We’ll put that Harry Styles song you pretend not to like over the footage,” Sam had said, with a wide grin. “People will love it.”

“If you say so,” Bucky grumbled, secretly grateful they’d returned to a metric he could actually understand. Liking or disliking something; that makes sense to him.

That had been a few hours and a trip to the hardware store ago, and he was finally getting around to setting up his phone to record. After double-checking the angles, and ensuring he had enough battery left to capture the whole process, he went to plug in the pressure washer so he could get started. When he pressed the power button on the machine, though, nothing happened. He tried unplugging it and plugging it back in with the same exact result. He cursed under his breath, worried that this brand new piece of equipment might be broken and he’d have to hound someone at the store about it, which would ultimately just set them back a full day on this project. Before he does that, though, he decides to plug in the sander, just to be sure it’s the washer and not to outlet. To his surprise, the sander won’t turn on either.

He doesn’t remember Sam or Sarah mentioning this outlet as one that doesn’t work, and once he thinks about it, he remembers using it for the leaf blower last weekend. He stands, wiping his palms on his jeans, and squints into the house to see if he can spot Sam. He can’t, but he does notice the overhead light above the stove isn’t on, which is odd. Sam is always complaining that Sarah and the boys leave that on all the time, even when they’re not home, which wears out the bulb. So far, his complaints about it have mostly resulted in his sister and nephews roasting him for being uptight, and the light will stay on all day unless Sam himself sees it and goes through the trouble of clicking it off (which he almost always forgets to do, which only compounds the roasting he receives from his family).

Now that he’s looking, Bucky can see that the clock on the stove—normally an alarmingly bright red LED display that Sarah hates but not enough to replace the stove, despite it being older than both of her children and always cooking chicken unevenly—is out, too. He goes to stop the recording on his phone, and can’t connect to the wi-fi, which confirms his suspicion that the power is out for the whole house. He knows Sam was supposed to be re-organizing some stuff in the basement, so he decides to go check on him before he tries to find out if it’s just them or if the neighborhood lost power.

Using the flashlight on his phone, he descends the basement stairs carefully. “Sam?” he calls out, into the darkness.

“Buck?” Sam calls from the other end of the room. He holds his own phone, also set to flashlight mode, aloft and waves it, to get Bucky’s attention.

“You alright?” Bucky asks, and he hadn’t really, truly been worried—Sam can take care of himself just fine—but he feels himself finally relax seeing him in one piece.

“Yeah…” Sam replies, but there’s something hesitant about it.

“Oh, god, you’re not hurt, are you?” Bucky asks, nearly tripping over himself to cross the room and get closer to Sam. In his haste, he drops his phone, which makes everything harder to see and he ends up colliding with a stack of boxes that he’s fairly sure contain Cass and AJ’s baby clothes. As he stumbles to avoid crushing the boxes, he reaches out a hand to steady himself and finds Sam already waiting, arm outstretched, to catch him. He clamors to grab his hand in the dim light.

“I’m fine,” Sam says, his voice gentle now that he’s up close. “You good?”

“Yeah, all good,” he replies, trying very hard to act like a guy who didn’t just absolutely embarrass himself in front of his boyfriend. He clears his throat, awkwardly. “Did the power go out while you were down here?”

“Yeah, while I was down here…”

“Do you think we should call some of the neighbors? You know, make sure they still have power, see if they need anything?”

Sam rubs his neck, looking nervously at the floor. “That won’t be necessary, actually,” he says. “I’m pretty sure it’s just us that lost power.”

“How do y—?” Bucky starts to ask, before realization dawns. He narrows his eyes. “Samuel, you didn’t!”

“I was just trying to—!”

“I know what you were trying to do, but what you actually did was fuck with the breakers! Sarah’s gonna kill you!”

“Woah, first of all, nobody has to tell Sarah anything!” Sam says, desperately. “And secondly, I know what I’m doing here, okay? Something just went wrong!”

“What, Sam?” Bucky asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “What went wrong?”

“I… well…I haven’t figured that out yet.”

“Uh-huh. So much for knowing what you’re doing.”

Sam pouts at him, which is, unfortunately, kind of cute. “Hey!”

“Sam, sweetheart, you are excellent at almost everything you do. It is, honestly, upsetting how talented you are,” Bucky says, with as much patience as he can muster. “That talent does not extend to electrical work. It is the one thing on earth you’re not good at. It’s your Achilles heel. Just accept that and stop messing with the wiring in your sister’s house!”

“I prefer to think of electrical work more as my white whale,” Sam says, clearly trying to be charming. “Like, I just need to keep at it and eventually it will all work out.”

“Spoken like someone who has absolutely never read ‘Moby Dick,’” Bucky replies.

“Whatever,” he says, with a shrug. “Are you going to help me with these breakers or not?”

“I will take a look at them on one condition.”

“Okay, name it.”

“I need to hear four little words from you, in exchange for my help.”

Sam looks back and forth between the fuse box and Bucky in confusion for a moment. “I love you…” he says, sounding unsure. Then, he takes a second to count it out on his hands. “…Bucky.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, trying to avoid the smile threatening to burst forth at any moment. “I love you too, but that actually wasn’t what I was looking for.”

Sam looks even more confused at that and appears to think even harder about the answer. Bucky raises an eyebrow at him, waiting. Eventually, Sam sighs, deeply.

“I’ll hire an electrician,” he promises, petulantly.

“That’s my guy,” Bucky says, planting a kiss on his forehead on his way over to the fuse box.

#hbd zainab I love you and I like you #I’m very sleepy and I wrote all of this today so forgive any spelling errors!! #touch prompts #firstelevens #sambucky #fic #tfatws #mcu #sam wilson #bucky barnes #this old hgtv au #this prompt is from SEVEN MONTHS AGO #betyouthoughtyoudseenthelastofme.gif #I’m so sorry it took so long but also happy birthday 🥳 #and now my inbox is clear of prompts!! I did it!! #so really this is a gift to me hooray

[ofhope-a]

“Something... of importance?”

Uncharacteristically, a pause — literal, in every sense of the word. This stranger had noticed as much, her lack of humanity, but inquired about a thing regarding it. Aigis believed some humans referred to it as irony; comedy, beyond its definition, was lost on her.

“Machines do not hold a sense of importance. Rather... what is important to me is the code I follow. Code, however, cannot be materialized.”

Therein, the complication. To trade off the bow affixed to her neck would willingly allow a swift strike to any opponent hoping to gain an advantage -- error. To rid herself of the sound modules, placed where a human's ears could, might, can be, would worsen her senses -- error. To weaken herself, allow room for error, error, she would disregard her mission. However, by letting herself fall into disrepair, she, too, would fail the mission.

A conflict of code; code. Then, an idea flickered to life; such was of importance, such was dear. Readily, she strolled passed the shopkeeper, carding through a mass of pens to retrieve one, one she thought optimal, before picking through sheets of paper... most had articles, subjects pertaining to his line of work, others physical receipts for hardware.

“Can I borrow this?” the question lacked being a question, her tone flat and without character - at a breakneck pace, she recited the very code that befell her programming. “Here. This is... of importance to me.”

01110000 01110010 01101111 01110100 01100101 01100011 01110100

She held the ticket outward.

“Is this suitable compensation?”

@feralverndari // continued!

#ic‚ aigis. #feralverndari #I hope you don't mind me continuing this in a new thread; I didn't want to get rid of your pretty graphics on accident!

[sakis-sweets]

Uh idk if you still do headcanons n stuff but can you make some for the shopkeepers of 1980s Mode? I really love them to death! It's alright if you can't

did i ever do headcanons for characters alone? i know there was a time when people asked my opinion on different pairings but idk about headcanons for characters all by themselves, but i can try! (they kinda talk a lot about familial/platonic/romantic relationships but i tried to keep it central to the character)

Hardware Store clerk: definitely a butch lesbian. her dad has a car shop and she probably got her scar in an accident while she was helping him out, and now he won't let her near a car out of guilt so she works at the hardware shop instead. she doesn't own that shop but she's on track to buy it from the owner when they retire, and then she'll give her dad a discount if he's still working. her mom is still in the picture she's just a daddy's girl. no siblings probably. she doesn't like cars that make a lot of noise, thinks it devalues the car.

Manga Store clerk: maybe bi with a preference for men? her family is probably embarrassed by her so she doesn't talk to them much. she's just happy doing her thing even if people look down on her. she finds friends in her comics so who needs the real world? of course her tune would change quickly if she found friends that would accept her but that is unlikely. her favorite genre is heart-wrenching slice of life stories like clannad, but she'd probably like angel beats too despite the supernatural elements. she doesn't judge other people because she doesn't like being judged, but she doesn't hold it against others for judging her either, because that's what's considered normal. she's just in her own little world not giving a fuck haha

Hair Salon clerk: no label bc she doesn't even think about things like that. she's probably a sociopath; pure logic, no empathy. she has some shallow friendships to keep up appearances and is in contact with her family. hair cutting is the easiest way for her to be in close contact with sharps without setting off alarm bells. murderous chefs are a common trope, but murderous hairstylists? definitely not. her parents want her to get married and she's considered it just for the sake of seeming normal but decided it would be too inconvenient and risky. i wanna say she lives vicariously through ryoba but didn't yandev say they fell out of touch after ryoba kidnapped jokichi? i don't strictly remember

Lingerie Store clerk: 100% straight but can never get a good guy. permanent rose-tinted glasses. good guys run because of her job (1980's Japan can't be all that sex-positive) but bad guys know she's easily exploited. her friends hear about her guy problems all the time but they don't give her advice (she ignores it) and are just there for her. she's the sweetest and nicest person in their group (but not the designated mom friend) so they're content to deal with her frequent breakups. her sense of style is impeccable and she likes to help her friends with buying clothes a lot. will she ever find true love???

Electronic Store clerk: married girlboss, childless bc she wants to focus on her career. she's very calm and makes people feel relaxed, i.e. more vulnerable to large electronic purchases. her husband is very proud of her but he does make more from his boring desk job so his ego is safe. she's the mom friend in the lingerie store clerk's group (another reason she says for not having kids: "i already have to raise my friend, we can have a baby once she marries a nice man") and is the least girly in the group, but only because everyone else is super femme. they've all been friends since college. very good at selling technology, not very good at working it or fixing it.

Game Store clerk: would probably be best friends with manga clerk, maybe more, but they never cross paths. also definitely a lesbian. very whacky/quirky, energetic, and because of that most people find her annoying and geeky and won't associate with her. she hosts DND and is a great dm; nerd guys think romantically of her when they meet her bc she's a nerd girl but quickly lose interest when they get to know her, so she has a lot of guy friends. she's not super concerned about meeting anyone romantically, she's just happy with her DND groups and her games. thinks she'll help pioneer a new generation of fine entertainment.

Convenience Store clerks: this is when i remembered mulberry made posts for all of the 1980's clerks and rushed to see if i had missed any canon info, luckily i didn't, except for these two, there actually is information but it seems to rely on pre-existing knowledge that i do not have. what twins in 202X is she referring to?? i think they're friends.

Gift Store clerk: very shy, trying to figure herself out. tries a new aesthetic every couple months but can never find the right one. hoping to find the perfect outfit that will magically make her confident and likeable. works at a gift shop to fund her expensive shopping hobby, but her parents also spoil her rotten and help her out. still lives at home, no higher education. hoping for a dramatic college debut once she finds herself.

hope these are alright!

#yandere simulator #yansim #1980's mode

[an0nym0us-m0nster]

I literally had to post this on personal comp. for school cause my main one doesn't load the pic for some reason 😮‍💨

#yandere sim #yandere simulator #yan sim #yandere sim shopkeepers #hardware shopkeeper

[literacyindia1]

Gaurav’s Journey with Literacy India’s Remedial Program

Twelve-year-old Gaurav, an 8th-grade student residing in Chhawla, joined Literacy India’s Remedial program around six months back. His father, a shopkeeper, earns a modest monthly income of around 12,000 rupees. Gaurav’s mother manages the household, taking care of Gaurav and his two younger brothers.  

Gaurav’s academic struggles prompted his family to enroll him in the Remedial program. They learned about the program through a survey held by our organization. His pre-test scores in Math, Science, and English were quite low with his average standing at a mere 12 out of 100. Recognizing the need for intervention, Gaurav joined the program, seeking guidance in overcoming his academic challenges.  

With the dedicated support of Remedial program teachers, Gaurav experienced a remarkable transformation within just three months. Teachers encouraged him to voice his doubts without hesitation, fostering a positive and inclusive learning environment. Gaurav’s scores improved significantly, reaching 66 out of 100. His active participation in class discussions and newfound confidence in asking questions highlighted the impact of personalized attention and encouragement. 

The Remedial program’s use of interactive smart boards and additional applications proved instrumental in Gaurav’s progress. Specifically designed for subjects like Math, Science, and English, these resources helped Gaurav grasp complex concepts more effectively. The interactive and engaging nature of technology contributed to his enhanced understanding and academic improvement. 

Gaurav’s commitment to learning extends beyond regular classes. He has a keen interest in attending vocational training sessions on robotics and hardware as well, reflecting his enthusiasm for exploring diverse educational opportunities. Despite continued progress, Gaurav identified Math as an area for improvement, demonstrating a growth mindset and a willingness to improve. 

Gaurav feels grateful for the Remedial program, recognizing the value of the resources being provided free of cost. With Gaurav’s dedication, aspirations, and the ongoing support of the Remedial program, there are high hopes for his future. Gaurav’s journey reflects the transformative power of education and the positive outcomes achievable through dedicated support and innovative teaching. 

[mspaintlover]

12 13 15 :0

HI

12. how would the fandom view your character?

probably around the same way they view Swasch: a really small dedicated group of people are hardcore fans and like no one else . trying not to be entirely negative here but they probably play up her ditzyness to 50000 and ignore that she has like, thoughts and feelings and everything. that or basically not even treated like an adult even though she's probably almost if not in her 30s (metaphorically(?) because darkners probably don't age in the same ways lightners do) because she happens to be a bit sillay

but broadly ignored because she would realistically be a equally minor character that doesn't have some kind of yaoi ship they can shove her in. HOWEVER there would be one person like me who would Get Them. and make 500 beautiful pictues of fanart and then drop off the face of the earth

13. does your self insert have any information about their family?

it's kind of unclear if darkners have families in the same literal way lightners do (do they reproduce??? the Card Kingdom has the King and Lancer but that's because theyre literally playing cards...) but for the sake of the hypothetical Palette has a pretty stretched relationship with her family she doesn't really talk to any of them. her mother would've been part of a paint program like her and her father would've been like another part of the hardware or like, a overclocking program.. something like that ... sibling status unknown (doesnt really know any extended family either)

she probably hasn't seen any them in years because they live out in the fields and she's working in that dam mansion and in Cyber City and stuff but she also just really doesn't want to . needless to say they didn't treat her the best (understatement) and if they talk at all its like once every 5 years. her mother shows up at the cafe once and she just walks out. they probably look down on her for where she lives and works and stuff but they never liked her all that much to begin with so it's fine 15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

oohourughouh so OK she ties into Swasch's deal and they admittedly mostly exist in the game to have done stuff pre-canon to set up stuff that happens in the game (why the NEO machine exists in the basement so it can later get stolen, the presence of a preinstalled program, and to be a shopkeeper in the third area of the chapter to replace Sweet Cap'n Cakes in the fields area/the Addisons in the city for healing items, ect. mostly behind the scenes stuff) so Palette kind of ties into all that

but theyre also extremely side characters so they don't have a lot of direct influence in the plot of the canon game. but trust me they have some weird shit going on in that kind of pre-canon (and post-canon but thats another can of worms) space especialy with like their place as darkners that kind of communicate with lightners in such a way with helping them create their(the lightner's) art and stuff that's very personal and almost direct like a connection not a lot of other darkners would have & like how they rationalize how they basically are used as a literal tool without lightners even knowing theyre alive......

but that's getting more into them Personally . they don't have a lot of direct influence on the main plot because of the type of characters they are and thats OKAY i love them(both) anyway. unless i misinterpreted the question. in which that';s my answer anyway

#.bmp #load file #i forgot what was in this the second i was done writing it so honestly anything is subject to change at any time

[mobileapps24]

Navigating Success: Unveiling the Top POS Systems Shaping Modern Business

In the fast-paced world of commerce, the right Point of Sale (POS) system can make all the difference, transforming transactions into opportunities for efficiency, customer satisfaction, and business growth. Let's explore the top POS systems that are reshaping the landscape of modern business, offering unparalleled features and benefits.

1. Square: The Versatile Powerhouse

Square has earned its place as a versatile POS system, catering to businesses of all sizes. Its user-friendly interface and integrated payment processing simplify transactions, while features like inventory management and analytics provide valuable insights. Square's adaptability and affordability make it a go-to choice for startups and established enterprises alike.

2. Shopify POS: Unifying Online and In-Store Operations

Shopify POS seamlessly bridges the gap between online and brick-and-mortar operations, offering a unified platform for businesses with both facets. This integration ensures consistency in inventory management, customer data, and sales tracking. With a focus on user experience and comprehensive features, Shopify POS empowers businesses to thrive in an omnichannel retail environment.

3. Lightspeed: Tailored for Retail Excellence

Lightspeed is a comprehensive POS system designed to optimize retail operations. Its cloud-based architecture ensures accessibility from anywhere, and features such as inventory management, CRM, and detailed reporting make it a powerhouse for retailers. Lightspeed's scalability caters to the evolving needs of businesses, from small boutiques to larger enterprises.

4. Clover: Customization and Scalability

Clover stands out for its customization options and scalability. The sleek hardware and intuitive software provide businesses with the flexibility to tailor their POS experience. The Clover app marketplace further expands functionality, allowing businesses to integrate additional features and third-party applications as needed.

5. Vend: Cloud-Based Retail Management

Vend takes retail management to the cloud, offering a streamlined and accessible solution for businesses. Its user-friendly interface simplifies transactions, while real-time inventory tracking ensures accurate stock management. With detailed reporting tools, Vend empowers retailers to make data-driven decisions, driving business growth in a competitive market.

6. Toast: Revolutionizing Dining Experiences

Toast is a POS system tailored for the restaurant and hospitality industry. Its features go beyond basic transaction processing, encompassing order management, kitchen operations, and customer interactions. Toast's intuitive design ensures seamless operations in the fast-paced world of dining, making it a preferred choice for restaurateurs seeking efficiency and control.

7. Revel Systems: Enterprise-Grade Efficiency

Revel Systems caters to the needs of larger enterprises with its enterprise-grade POS solution. In addition to standard transaction processing, Revel offers advanced features like employee management, loyalty programs, and extensive integrations. This makes Revel a robust choice for businesses with complex operational requirements and a focus on scalability.

8. Square for Restaurants: Enhancing the Dining Experience

Square extends its prowess to the restaurant industry with Square for Restaurants. This POS system is tailored to meet the unique needs of dining establishments, offering features such as table management, menu customization, and order modifiers. Seamless integration with Square's ecosystem provides a holistic solution for efficient restaurant operations.

9. ShopKeep: Intuitive and Rapid Deployment

ShopKeep prides itself on its intuitive design, making it an ideal solution for businesses looking for a quick and hassle-free setup. This iPad-based POS system is particularly well-suited for small and medium-sized enterprises. With features like inventory tracking, employee management, and detailed sales reporting, ShopKeep empowers businesses to efficiently manage their daily operations.

10. Erply: Global Cloud-Based Operations

Erply is a cloud-based POS system with a global reach, making it suitable for businesses with international operations. Its centralized management system provides real-time oversight of multiple locations, ensuring consistency in operations. Erply also offers comprehensive reporting tools, inventory management, and e-commerce integration, making it a unified solution for global businesses.

Choosing the Right POS System: A Strategic Decision

Selecting the top POS system for your business is not just about transaction processing; it's a strategic decision that impacts overall efficiency, customer satisfaction, and growth potential. The right POS system streamlines operations, provides actionable insights, and adapts to the evolving needs of your business.

As technology continues to advance, the top POS systems will likely evolve to incorporate even more innovative features, further transforming the way businesses conduct transactions. Embrace the power of these systems, and embark on a journey of enhanced efficiency, improved customer experiences, and sustained success in the competitive landscape of modern business.

#pos system #top pos system #best point of sale systems #pos point of sale systems

[jcmarchi]

Super Mario RPG Preview - Do Link, Donkey Kong, Samus, Final Fantasy, F-Zero, And More Still Cameo? - Game Informer

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Super Mario RPG Preview - Do Link, Donkey Kong, Samus, Final Fantasy, F-Zero, And More Still Cameo? - Game Informer

Back in the ’90s, Nintendo played faster and looser with its library of characters. Sometimes Yoshi showed up in The Legend of Zelda, and Kirby was whatever color he felt like at the moment, be it gray or pink. In 1996, that laissez-faire attitude was in full effect for the release of Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars for the Super Nintendo. Link, Samus, and even Donkey Kong (sort of) all had inexplicable cameos in the game, and one of my big questions about the remake was whether or not those would move forward. If you’re ready to learn the answer read on!

Impressively, the answer is yes! You can still fins Link sleeping in a neighboring bed and when you get close to him a “talk” option appears, and when you click it, a Zelda musical sting plays.

Donkey Kong’s cameo has always been questionable as to whether or not it is him, as he is just labeled “Guerilla”, but he sure looks a lot like Donkey Kong, just with a crown. Later in the game the enemy model also throws barrels at Mario, so I am not sure how you could misinterpret that.

Final Fantasy VI’s mech still makes an appearance on the ground floor of Booster’s Tower.

And on the top floor of Booster’s Tower you will find a box containing a Samus figure, a car from the Super Nintendo game Stunt Race FX, and Diskun. For the unfamiliar, Diskun was the mascot for the Famicom Disk System in Japan appeared in the pages of the hardware’s instruction booklet. If you come back to the tower later, the Peach figure will have been removed revealing a Famicom ROB the robot had been hiding there all along.

Samus in non-figure form also makes an appearance much in the same way as Link. She is sleeping in a bed apparently preparing for her fight with Mother Brain.

Another Final Fantasy cameo happens in the form of Bahamut in the Super Mario RPG style. He appears near the end of the game and is part of a fight against a villainous treasure chest.

At one point in the game you will come across a shopkeeper with an impressive collection of F-Zero vehicles including one that looks like a StarFox Arwing.

And finally, there is a very, very subtle reference to Luigi. He may not make a proper appearance, but he does at least exist in the world of Super Mario RPG in the form of Mario rudely reading his secret wish on Star Hill.

Follow the link for Game Informer’s Super Mario RPG remake review. You can read more about the secrets of Super Mario RPG to see how to access one of its most secret bosses.

#2023 #booklet #box #Brain #Color #Developer #Fight #form #Full #fx #game #Hardware #how #how to #it #Japan #Learn #Link #model #One #Read #review #robot #secrets #stars #vehicles