#[p: greeter]

[inkmaze]

going from fast food to my current job was kinda wild. like oh nice I can wear some clothes I actually like (+ won't smell like food)? I can read or craft or whatever on shift? I can sit down? hell yeah?

[silvcrignis]

@verreprincesse is new in town

“I for one think it is utterly hilarious that Merlin carries a GUN. I mean honestly THINK about it, he is the most powerful wizard likely on this Earth & he has a fucking pistol. Am I supposed to NOT laugh?”

Was he rambling? Slightly. Did he mean every single word in said ramble? Absolutely. Did he WANT to stop talking & sink into the depths of the Earth right now? Without a shadow of a doubt.

[wardenparker]

CONGRATS on 2.5k!! You deserve every follow! ❤️ For the co-writer (along with @absurdthirst) of the Whiskey fic that made brain go BRRRRR and got me into reading/writing our fave corndog, how about our Agent with the prompts: "Should we make it official?" and/or "Put me down!" Have fun!

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels. 2,300 words. "Put me down!"/"Should we make it official?" (Sequel to: "Wait! Please don't go!"/"There is no 'us'." ) Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Jack hits the door, heads turn. The sharp, confident gait of a man on a mission who will not be stopped just shimmers in the air around him. Eyes sharp and narrowed, they scan the floor, looking for someone. For you.

“Can I help you, sir?” It’s the weekend, so a greeter is stationed at the door of the upscale retail store, to help direct customers through the maze of shelves and displays. It is the middle of the city so there are plenty of different kinds who come in every day, but this is definitely the first cowboy that’s ever set foot inside the Lexington Avenue Sephora.

Jack says your name and throws the woman a charming grin. “She’s helped me before so I’m hoping to see her again.” He lies, knowing that you won’t talk to him otherwise.

"Sure! Of course." The new girl smiles warmly, blushing a little as she's easily taken in by the charm that drips off of Jack like dew drops. "She's in fragrances today. All the way at the back of the store."

“Thank you kindly.” He tips his hat like a gentleman and starts for the back of the store. The past two weeks have been miserable. He’s drank, he’s raged, he’s blamed you for expecting too much. Then, when you rejected the bouquet of flowers he had sent to your parent’s house after misusing Statesman resources to find where you were, he had come to a hard truth. He had done you wrong. He hadn’t spoken from heart, not made himself uncomfortable for the sake of growth. Holding onto the fear of losing you if he loved you had caused him to lose you. And no surprise, he had loved you, because he is miserable without your voice in his ear, your fragrance on his sheets and your love in his heart. Now, he’s here to get you back.

You're there in the last aisle, helping a young lady find a specific gift she came looking for, in the uniform dress that you hate but tolerate for the sake of your new job. It doesn't pay well enough and it doesn't distract you enough to dull the constant aching hurt inside you after having walked out of Jack's place, but that's why you had started it the second after arriving back at your parents' place. To try to forget him. It isn't working. Not at all.

"I'll be right wit—" The figure looming a few feet away was only a shadow. It's the second you look up that your mouth runs dry and you feel sick to your stomach all over again. "I'm not sure I can help you, sir," you manage, hating the way your heart wings with so much hope. Hope that he wouldn't be here unless he had come for a good goddamn reason. But you have to stay strong. "You might want to try elsewhere."

“But sugar—” Jack drawls, grinning in pure relief at seeing your pretty face again somewhere else than in his dreams or the photos that haunt his walls. “You’re the only one who can help me.”

“Then you’ll have to wait.” Jack’s appearance has thrown you off completely, but you manage to finish up with your customer and take a deep breath — even hide your shaking hands behind your back — before you look at him again. “You came to my work?” Your voice is incredulous. Quiet. “It had better because you’re out of cologne.”

“You blocked my number and your daddy— well, I didn’t think you’d want there to be a brawl on your parent’s front lawn.” He huffs, annoyed that the old man had waved a hammer at him. He knows he could disarm him, but that would make you even madder at him.

“Ginger helped you find me?” You guess with disappointment. But Ginger is his friend. You can’t blame her for being on his side. “I left Jack. And I did it on purpose. Hell, we didn’t even have enough of a relationship to call it a breakup.”

“We had a relationship.” Jack snorts. “We have one still, this ain’t over, sugar.” He promises, “Not by a long shot.”

"We can't do this here." If he wants to have it out all over again, the least he can do is pay you the courtesy of not getting you in trouble at work. This is definitely going to get you in trouble. "I'm not going to lose my job because you can't take no for an answer."

“I love you, sugar.” Jack breaths out, finally saying the words he’s needed to for a long time. The words you deserve.

If there had been anything in your hands, you would have dropped it immediately. As it is, you feel like crumbling – falling down on the spot or running to him – something utterly undignified that would definitely get you written up at minimum. Your eyes mist and your shaking hands tangle around each other, but you can't break down on the sales floor. And beyond that? As much as you want to believe him, to let the anger and the heartache drip away so you can just go home to him where you want to be? It seems completely unbelievable to you that you walking out his door was somehow the magic tonic he needed to learn those damn words.

"My manager is watching," you murmur to him, glancing past him to the petite ice queen several yard away who has zeroed in on an employee not forcing product on every single person in the store. "We can't—it's not—you have to go, Jack."

“I’m not leaving.” He frowns, tossing the overly made-up manager a single look before focusing on you. “Did you not hear what I said?” He asks. “I love you, sugar. I need you.”

"I heard you." The water pressing at the back of your eyes is proof of that, and the way your voice cracks, but you can feel your manager's eyes drilling into your face and that gaze is angry. "I heard you. And we will talk about this, but I can't afford to lose this job and that might happen if you don't go."

“You don’t need this job.” Jack reminds you. You hadn’t had it when you left, so it’s not like you’ve been here for years.

"I have bills to pay," you remind him, rolling that tick in your jaw backward a little and swallowing the bitter pill that you decided to take all on your own. The undefined thing you had going with Jack had come with a big allowance, but it wasn't a sugar situation. That would have at least been a title. "Therefore, I need to keep my job. And the girl who just got hired can get sent out the door just as easily."

“You don’t need to worry about that.” He shakes his head and reaches for your hand. “Come on, sugar.”

“Why, Jack?” You have to keep your voice down as you snatch your hand back, but it’s still a hiss. “So I can be your stay-at-home friend-with-benefits again?”

Jack has many, many faults and one of them is impatience. His jaw clenches and he knows that he needs to get you alone to talk to you, others starting to warily gaze your way. Instead of answering you, Jack drops his shoulder and scoops you up like it’s nothing.

“Oh my fucking god, Jack!” The screech it earns from you is nearly instant, knowing that you have absolutely just lost your job over his stunt and not really knowing what in the hell he plans to do now. “Put me down! Right now!” He’s stronger than you and you don’t stand a chance of wriggling free in the dress you’re wearing. It will be up over your head if you even try.

“Nope.” His gait is just as determined as he passes by your manager, her jaw on the floor. “She quits.” He tells her and continues on to the door and outside.

“JACK!” Your shit is still in your locker and that’s going to be a black mark on your resume, but right now all you can do is beat your fists on his back and shoulder in protest. “What the hell are you doing? Put me down!”

By his Bronco, Jack finally relents, bending down and setting you on your feet. “Now, we can talk.”

Huffing and puffing like you’re about to summon a personal tornado, you don’t even hear him for all the blood pounding in your ears. “What the fuck was that?! Do you know how embarrassed I’m going to be when I have to go back in there and get my purse?”

“It’ll be the last time you go in there.” He predicts and he smirks at you. “And you’ll be flustered too badly to even think about what those crusted old biddies think.”

It’s a reasonable threat, considering how good he is at flustering you. The whole reason you’ve been so upset is because you do love Jack and you wanted this to work out. But standing out there on the street pressed between him and his Bronco? You feel like you’re about to be sold a familiar looking head of cattle after your own just happened to go missing.

“So what’s the play here?” You work very hard to keep your tone skeptical. “You tell me how much you need me so that I’ll come back to you and then nothing really changes? As usual?” He did say the words, but you’re so scared to believe them. To believe him. There’s a chance he doesn’t mean it and that terrifies you.

His eyes narrow, aware that he deserves that little barb but he shakes his head. “No. That’s not what’s going to happen, baby girl.” He huffs. “You are going to go get your purse and then I’m taking you home, where you belong. And I’m going to make you scream my name before you fall asleep on my chest as we plan.”

That all sounds…ridiculously good, actually. It would be a relief to go back to him. To not have to miss him anymore and feel like your heart has been split in two. But all you do is raise one eyebrow in a show of disbelief. “Plan what, exactly?”

“You’re marrying me sugar, today, tomorrow, or the next day.” He growls, smashing his lips against yours and moaning in relief when you melt against him. Pulling away to caress your cheek. “What do you say, baby girl? Should we make it official?”

“Do you…really mean it?” Months of telling him that you wanted to know where you stood with him — wanted commitment from him — only to be sidelined or waylaid or otherwise put off for just a little while longer, they all melt away in the face of the biggest offer of commitment he could possibly make.

“Gotta ring in my pocket.” He confesses, leaning in and brushing your nose with his. “Sugar, I’ve been such a damn fool.” He murmurs. “I thought I could avoid losing you if I didn’t admit I love you. And I just hurt you, something I never wanted to do.”

“That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense cowboy.” It makes Jack Sense, which is not much at all, but still your arms twine around his waist right there on the sidewalk. “But I’m just gonna brush past how long it took you to show up at the party and embrace the fact you’re here at all. Because I didn’t want to leave. I miss the hell out of you.”

“I’m a damaged soul, sugar.” He admits softly. “But I want to be better, I want to give you everything.” He sighs and leans in to kiss you again. “Come home?”

“Everyone is damaged somehow, cowboy.” Melting measurably more with another press of his lips to yours, you lean into the solid wall of Jack’s body completely. “We just have to talk about things from now on, so we don’t get more damage along the way. Okay?”

“Whatever it takes, baby girl.” Jack promises, wrapping his arms around you and holding tight. “I’m never letting you go.”

You’ve cried so much these last few weeks, it’s almost startling to realize that the tears in your eyes now are happy ones. Ecstatic. Overjoyed at having your Jack back in your life, and for the right reasons. If you were separated by more than a few inches it would have been a lunge to kiss him again, but as it is you wrap up in him and hold on tight. “You really have that ring? Because I’m gonna flash it everywhere when I go back into that damn place to get my purse, and then you’re gonna take me home. Our home.”

“I sure do, baby girl.” He has to take one hand out from around you and it almost kills him, but he wants to prove how serious he is. Pulling a small black velvet box from his sports coat. “Tell me what you think. If you don’t like it, we can go pick out any ring you want.”

"How could I not like it?" It's from him and that's all that matters. But the second he pops the little velvet box open, the tears in your eyes spill over and your heart is in your throat. "Baby...it's...it's...I love it. I love you." It's beautiful, and it's real, and he means it.

Leaving was the hardest thing you ever had to do, but if it was the kick in the pants that you both needed to know that the love you have is real? Then it was worth a little ache.

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[wildstar25]

Arsay Nun

B A S I C S

Name Arsay Nūn Nicknames None, her name doesn't shorten well (call her Ars and you will be on the wrong end of her blade ^^) Age ARR -> 22 (+5 years in lifestream stasis that Arsay is completely unaware of) Dawntrail -> 25 (+5 years) Nameday 3rd Sun of the Third Umbral Moon Race Miqo'te, "Greeter of the Star" (a.k.a: Keeper/Seeker mix [South Shroud/U tribe] ) Gender She/Her Probably non-binary but has a job so she ain't got time to worry about all of that... Orientation Bisexual, Polyromantic Profession Adventurer, Warrior of Light & Darkness, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Full time kitty cat

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair Midnight Blue with patches of red tip patterning concentrated around the back and sides of her head! Thick with the slightest bit of wave (often gets brushed out) Eyes Ruby Red Skin Very Light Olive with white facial stripes and darker pigmented nose. Tans well but never sticks for long. Tattoos/scars One visible scar on the cheek, multiple around her body which get glammed over. After endwalker, her right hand has a high concentration of scaring around the knuckles & palm (A consequence of her final fight in ultima thul and the proceeding surgery needed to reset the incorrectly healed bones.) She has various arcane geometric patterns marked into her skin in aetheric ink. One at the back of her neck, one on each forearm right above the inner elbow, one banded around her ankle. They are also glammed over to be invisible to the naked eye, but those who are well attuned to seeing aether would see them glow faintly as Arsay casts summoning spells.

F A M I L Y

Parents Sapir Nun & U'hbi Tia (deceased 1552, 6th astral era, killed in combat to the first wave of Garlean invaders in Doma)

Emrara Emra (Guardian/Adoptive Aunt, very much alive in the south sea isles)

Siblings Alphinaud and Alisaie (adopted younger siblings) Grandparents: Unknown and/or deceased In-laws and Other: G'raha (Husband), Y'shtola (Wife) Y'mhitra (Sister in law) Generally main scion members are family to her in different ways Cid and Nero (Weird Uncles) U'odh Nunh (unconfirmed but most likely half first cousin) (There are three female face 4 miqo'te in the U tribe and I HC that those three are the most closely related to Arsay's Dad in some way I've yet to really piece together.) Pets Couscous the carbuncle, Fish the Chocobo

S K I L L S

Abilities Physical: -Multiple Combat styles (Dual blades, Pole arm, Single blade, Hand to Hand, Marksmanship, Knife throwing) -Typical scouting techniques (invisibility, tracking, assassination, can move without making a sound) -Greater agility, dexterity, flexibility, balance, and strength -High Stamina -Strong Swimmer -Great Climber Magical: -Advanced Aetheric Manipulation (Elemental Conversion, Creation) -Summoning, Channelling (Dreadwyrm Trance available at moments notice) Other: -Knows how to sail a ship -Can navigate on land and sea without a map or compass -Can rally and inspire others to achieve great things together!

Hobbies: - Monster Hunting - Fishing - Frontlines - Crystalline Conflict (recreational league) - General exploring/mystery hunting&solving

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her big heart! She'd do anything for the people she cares about Worst Negative: Terrible sense of self-worth. Needs to do things for other people or she goes insane with anxiety and guilt. Hates being looked after.

L I K E S

Colors: Red! Its her favourite. Smells: the ocean, the breeze through the forest, tropical zones with humidity in the air, her partners Textures: Furs, Leathers, Silky or soft textiles. Drinks: Spiced Chai, Coffee with Cardamom, Citrus of any type and Water

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: nope, the only smoke from her is her smoke bombs Drinks: only socially, and not a whole lot. Does not like feeling out of control of herself. Mount Issuance: Probably! Tataru would help her get it all set up at least Been Arrested: Almost but she always gets out of it UvU

Tagged by: @eriyu Thank you so much!! 💙 Tagging: @nivienne-grovant @baublegums @astraveil @yukupo-lalapo @eli-leam (and anyone else who wants to do it! I feel like I'm pretty late to the game on this lol)

[instruth]

When I Awake

I live in a little house by the lake

And rub my eyes when I awake

Gosh! Am I still in my dream

Blur images vanishing on gleam

I get out for my usual walk about

To flush my mind off any doubt

Wow! I see at once all the smiles

Visit all my greeters, yards to miles

Grins from my face for every blush

Inspiringly, words rhyme in a lush

We sing from land, to water and sky

In melodious voices, tearfully to dry

The rocks clap in standing ovation

As the birds circle above in oblation

To offer our hearts to the heaven above

Grateful for the blessing of peace and love

© J P Lee

09 April 2024

Photos Credit, pa-ola123

[darsynia]

💐Zombie's Bouquet Event💐

As requested: Steve Rogers; Forced Proximity; Academia; Fluff. I hope you like!

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You weren't expecting your office to be spacious, you were just a graduate student after all. But looking at the shoebox and knowing you were expected to share with another grad student had you wincing.

Your office partner had yet to show up so you decide to claim your desk. You pick the one marginally further from the door, hoping it would mean your office mate would be more inclined to deal with people who entered the office.

As you sit down and start powering up your laptop the doorway is filled by a very large man with blond hair and blue eyes. He looks a little confused, checking the paper in his massive hands before re-checking the office number.

"I guess we're gonna be sharing this office," he hesitates. "I, um, I apologize in advance. I know I'm going to take up a lot of room."

"Eh, we're going to have to make it work," you shake your head. "Hope you don't mind, I brought some donuts to 'celebrate' the start of the semester." You set the box so that it was sitting on the seam formed by the desks being pushed together.

He looks relieved. "I'm Steve," he proffers his hand.

You give him your name as you return the handshake. "At the very least it'll be nice to share this closet with someone nice and handsome."

Steve blushes as he sits down. You're gonna have a lot of fun this year.

Oooh thank you so much! I love how she's hoping the person she has to share with will be the main people greeter, that's so real of her!

I would definitely make it work if I had to share an office with Steve Rogers! I recently posted this gifset but this is all I can think of, though for this to be the office it's probably got the entire thing in frame :P:

Credit to Sersi!

I saw this come in as I was working on that Bucky masterlist and I didn't let myself read it till after, what a lovely reward! Congrats again on your milestone 💚💚💚💚

[eminsunnytoons123]

Here's which headcanon voice actors and actresses and voice claims I imagine for the "123 Slaughter me Street" characters to have:

The follower - Voice actor: Ray Romano, Voice claim: Manny from Ice Age

The greeter - Voice actress: Debra Wilson voice claim: Daisy duck from Mickey saves christmas

The waiter - Voice actor: Phil LaMarr, voice claim: cheddar man from class of 3000

The nightmare - Voice actor: Kevin Micheal Richardson, voice claim: Big D from class of 3000

The Seeker - Voice actor: Ernie Sabella, voice claim: Pumbaa from the lion king

The Stalker - voice actress: Leslie Jones, voice claim: Zeta from angry birds movie 2

The screamer - Voice actor(s): Tom Kenny or Phil LaMarr, voice claim(s): both Mr Yin and Mr Min from class of 3000

The Hunter - Voice actor: Martin P. Robinson, voice claim: snuffleupagus from sesame street

Gomez - Voice actor: Eric Bauza, voice claim: Robin the frog from the 2018 muppet babies

And I again honestly think that these voices fit them =^.^=

[cookiesupplier]

A Friend Down In Hell - Part Nineteen

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology.

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?

author’s note: Unbetaed.. Enjoy! You want a background scene, a moment you thought got lost in the shuffle? Feel free to message or inbox me.. it may or may not make my outtakes eventually :P

To read from the beginning: A Friend Down In Hell Masterlist

And for those that missed Noah & Ellie's Story previously, all Hell-Verse stories will be included here: Combined Hell-Verse Masterlist

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls @agravemisstake @sunsshinesunny @blackveilomens @jilliemiw86

Tag lists are open, please let me know if you'd like to be added to this story, the Hell-Verse as a whole, or Everything

The next weeks were absolutely blissful. Sure, they didn’t get so many planned dates exactly, but that wasn’t the point of really dating, was it? No, no, at least not for Folio, he just liked to enjoy as much time with Ishtar as possible whenever they could. Whether she started spending time at his place, which she helped him transform from the organised chaos it was, to more, just, organised. Still a little bit of chaos, he liked a bit of chaos okay. It was who he was. Ishtar had giggled when he said that, especially when his little bit of chaos had involved wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down to the couch with him. Laughing as she landed to sit in his lap, her legs draped across him, with that her arms circled around his neck as she kissed him softly. This wasn’t cleaning, but she’d take it.

Spending time with their friends, his friends, hers, Ishtar had absolutely loved introducing him to her friends, along with the other people she worked with at the bar, save for Tony. Every time Folio had come by the bar to see her, drop her off, pick her up and Tony was there, the older soul had gotten all pompous and arrogant. Making remarks about how he had gotten where he was without being friends with two demon lords, and look at where Folio was, he was nothing. Folio had just rolled his eyes at him, it was obvious Tony completely missed the point of Hell, helping each other. 

Human souls weren’t even here to work, technically, they were here to enjoy their Afterlife. Folio worked because he liked being able to do things, to keep busy. If he really wanted, he could just spend every day out by the river fishing, Nicholas had told him as much. Instead, he chose to spend his time helping at the door with Jolly, and now Ellie. Tony, it was obvious he just liked pushing people around, which is how he ended up where he was. Really, how did he escape punishment with that attitude, Folio did not know. As it was, the man, despite being a good inch shorter than him, did everything he could to make sure Folio knew he looked down his nose at him. How he had a better job, and Folio was nothing more than a ‘Walmart Door Greeter from Hell’.

Asshole.

Folio dared him to say that if he ever had Ellie’s baseball bat within reach, he dared him. 

No. No. He knew he couldn’t do that. It would be so stupid if he did something like that. Tony was one of Ishtar’s bosses, after all. He didn’t want to make life worse for her at work, him treating her horribly just because he punched the guy? Though as tempting as it may be, and it was so sorely tempting, it wouldn’t be worth making her life more difficult if he could help it. Unfortunately, there were some things that life didn’t make easy at all.

It had been almost six weeks since Folio had officially asked Ishtar to be his girlfriend, and he couldn’t be happier. He made sure to spend as much time with her as he could, whether at her apartment, or at his. Today, however, he’d wanted to surprise her before work. He decided to bring her some dinner from home so she didn’t have to eat on the go while working. There were some nights she went home barely having gotten to eat anything at all, and he hated seeing that. So yes, tonight he was bringing her something to eat before work, before she was rushed off her feet during work hours.

Folio however wasn’t prepared for what he found when he walked into the bar, however. Ishtar wasn’t out front, from what he could see, she was probably working out back with the inventory, or some other menial task that Tony had set for her as per usual. Before he could ask any of the others where she might be, that was when he noticed just who was here. Folio couldn’t help but feel utterly disgusted at the scene that was in front of him. 

Of course, it was Tony, who else, leering at one of the younger demoness’ that worked at the bar, she was even younger than Ishtar. Kera had only just started working here a year ago. Folio remembered when she had started work here, Kera had been so excited. This was literally her first job, she was one step up from being an unpaid intern at this point, and had been talking constantly about how much she hoped to be like Ishtar one day. Folio remembered it as clear as day, as he had been thrilled to know that other demons looked up to Ishtar, and how she inspired them even. Especially the ladies after all, too many of the guys kicked them down, pump up the ladies, always! 

That was why seeing Tony now, now not only leering at the young demoness, but pawing at her like the piece of disgusting filth that he was? It was disgusting. Damn, he hated seeing him treat the employees like shit, and even worse, Kera, who was literally younger than him, at least in this lifetime, she didn’t even have any memories of her past lives yet. To her, Tony was the asshole that had power over her, and far too much control over her life through her work here, the fact that he was a human soul made it worse. There were some demons that liked to throw their weight around against humans, and Folio knew that, he hated it, but that didn’t mean humans should do it either, and Tony, he did. 

When Folio saw him leering at her, pawing at her like that, he dropped the container down he’d brought Ishtar’s dinner in on the end of the bar, and marched his way over to where Tony was standing with Kera. Maybe, maybe, he should have taken a breath, paused and thought about what he was doing before he acted. However, all he could think about was how he’d feel if Tony was trying to take advantage of Ishtar, and everyone had just stood by and watched. No one stepping in and standing up for her as young as Kera was. So of course Folio had to do something when he saw him trying to grope the young demoness while she was trying to wash down tables and get them ready for the night. 

Marching up to Tony, he grabbed at his arm and pulled him back from Kera.

“What do you think you are doing, leave her alone!”

Tony, being the puffed up asshole he was, sneered at Folio, ripping his arm back out of his grip.

“Unhand me you, you, nothing!”

Oh, oh, that was a really intelligent insult, Folio raised an eyebrow at him as he sneered before giving him a forceful shove back.

“I’ll do whatever I damn well like, you little shithead, and don’t you ever fucking touch me again.”

When he went to grab Kera again, this time seeming to pull her towards the back, mumbling about having a different job for her now, Folio’s stomach turned. Hell no. He was not going to let what that was, happen, he didn’t even want to know what it was.

“Fucking hell no, you don’t.”

Folio knew he shouldn’t, he knew, but he was moving before he thought about it. Reaching out towards Tony even as he was turned away from him again, facing Kera to try to drag her to the back, so Folio was assuming, his fingers grasped out for the older man’s shoulder. He gripped at him to pull back as to force the other man to stop short and turn back to him. Then, acting on pure impulse, Folio had formed a fist, and he lashed out, bringing his knuckles slamming right against Tony’s jaw the moment he turned to start to mouth off at him again. Folio didn’t even give him the chance this time.

This was not the first fight Folio had been in, he had been in a great many when he was alive, admittedly, he hadn’t been in quite as many since he’d been dead. After being tortured in Hell, well, he didn’t really see the point in drag down fights anymore. Sure, sometimes there was still a thrill in doing something stupid, but he’d rather get on his bike and go screaming down the highway for that now. So, while striking his fist into Tony’s face wasn’t something that wasn’t exactly new to Folio, it was certainly something that he hadn’t done in quite a while.

“Get your fucking hand’s off of her asshole!”

It seemed to be all that it took was one punch for Tony to be sprawled out back onto the table that Kera had just been wiping down. Folio saw the way his eyes widened, the panic that took them, the fear.. He hoped Tony remembered that feeling, because it was the kind of feeling he kept forcing on his workers when he pushed them around, and Folio hated seeing it. Of course, the moment he thought that, he swallowed and felt guilty, knowing he shouldn’t have done that himself, he wasn’t a bully. Then when he saw Kera he remembered why, it wasn’t about being a bully, it was about protection.. He turned to her.

“Are you okay?”

“Yea, thanks, I’m,”

Her gasped alerted him before anything else, and he was turning just in time to see the flint of something shiny reflected off a glass on the bar. Folio moved with pure instinct. Years of being a bartender, years of being a biker, years of having to deal with drunks, and assholes, and just plain bastards of epic proportions, he knew how to handle Tony. Folio grabbed Tony’s wrist, twisting his arm completely backwards from his body and angling it with a twist to the side, so there was no way he could use it. Hearing Tony yell out in pain as Folio used his other arm to slam him, bodily, face first down onto the table. Tony’s cheek had hit the flat surface, Folio kept hold of his arm stretched out, careful of his hand with the switchblade in his grip, he was disgusted.

“Did you just try to stab me? Why?”

He was already fucking dead! What was he trying to do, kill him again?! Holy Shit!

“Nick!”

Folio looked up from Tony as he heard Ishtar call out in shock at what she was seeing from where she was standing in the doorway to the back staff area. He almost immediately smiled seeing her, flushed with relief, so glad she was okay, okay, and safe from this whole issue. Unfortunately, that was when Tony started yelling at the top of his lung about the trouble that he was causing. How he was going to destroy them for this, how he was going to destroy them both.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.. No, no no.. 

He had just wanted to help Kera, he didn’t want to make things worse for Ishtar, what had he done.. Why did he have to pull that knife on him, he was a complete idiot! Nick let him, but not without plucking the knife from his fingers, fuck him, he wasn’t letting him keep it, let him try to demand it back in front of everyone. Let him admit in front of Ishtar and every employee in the bar that he’d just tried to stab Folio, and that he’d been actually defending himself!

While Tony scrambled up to his feet, yelling blue murder at them both, Ishtar rushed over towards Folio, and hurried him out from the bar through the front door.

“Princess, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I just wanted to bring you dinner, I just, I’ll go in and apologise to him, I just-”

“NO!”

Folio drew in a show sharp breath slightly with the way she exclaimed.

“I think you’ve done enough damage tonight, go home, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Folio watched her go back into the bar.. Going over what she just said in his head.. Fuck..

Enough Damage. Fuck.

What the hell had he just done? He’d screwed up everything for her, hadn’t he?

She was never going to forgive him.

Dividers @saradika-graphics (stained glass) & @cafekitsune (MDNI)

[mangotusk]

An Intro!!

Me and my friend wanted to start a blog for our AU's and other shenanigans. but mostly our Walmart and Safeway :p

MAIN ACCS: @torble [Tusk] and @leonsrightshoe [Mango, idk why the tag didn’t work]

basically just a fun mash up of characters in a modern setting, relationships will happen, Krauser is a bitch, Chris hates his job working for Wesker and the two stores are kind of beefing and will intercept. Heisenberg is there. Occasionally. Character suggestions are welcomed!

I, Tusk am the writer! my friend Mango is the artist! we update whenever.

The Hierarchy of Walmart

Krauser- Manager

Leon- Beauty/Cashier

Luis- Pharmacy

Ashley- New hire, works with Leon mostly like his right hand

Claire- Automotive

Carlos- Produce

Sheva- Guns

Ethan- Bakery

Merchant- Greeter

The Hierarchy of Safeway

Wesker- Boss

Ada- Manager

Chris- Deli/Butcher

Jill- Produce

Barry- Cashier

Birkin- Pharmacy

Rebecca- Pharmacy

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Kitson

Summary: What happens on the planet Kitson is contagious and burns.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: being high

Word count: 2211

a/n: this is just Agents of Shield 06x03, because it’s one of my fave episodes

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Y/N walks to the counter with Daisy and Jemma. Her head has started to feel fuzzy and her thoughts are going all over the place, but she tries to shake it off and ignore it. She stops when Daisy and Jemma do, almost bumping into them.

“Once we get inside, we’ll separate and search, and if he’s not here…”

“He better be dead.” Jemma comments, completely serious.

“What?” Daisy whispers.

“Better dead than in the brothels.”

Y/N nods at the sound logic. She turns to Daisy. “I agree.” She mumbles. “You better die before going to the brothel.”

Daisy scrunches her brows. “I’m not going to the brothel.”

“Right on.” She pokes her shoulder. Y/N chuckles quietly, making the other two laugh quietly as well.

They walk over to the counter. “Welcome to the House of Games.” A person in front of them greets. Y/N leans her head to the side, staring at the person, they don’t look entirely human. “Please check your weapons and moral high ground.” Her eyes widen the more the greeter talks. The speech is starting to get slow and distorted. “Robots, droids, mechs, cyborgs, and synths are strictly prohibited. Violators will be removed and executed.”

“Wow.” Y/N whispers, nodding along, though she feels like she doesn’t understand half of what is being said. They walk to the counter where Jemma gives her weapons away to the guard. Daisy and Y/N don’t carry weapons on them, as they have their powers.

“Are you two feeling okay?” Daisy asks quietly.

“Are you?” Jemma asks back.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“I didn’t ask.” Y/N mumbles, wanting to be part of the conversation.

Daisy raises her brows. “On three. One, two, three…”

“I’m tripping balls. I’m tripping balls.” “I’m not okay at all.” Daisy and Jemma say at the same time.

Y/N starts giggling, trying to muffle it with the back of her hand. “So am I.” She prolongs the last word. “I’m sooo high right now.”

“Oh, we seem to be experiencing some kind of adverse reaction to something.” Jemma sniffs the air, which makes Y/N snort, as she somehow finds everything funny. “Perhaps the atmosphere.”

“Maybe sending Davis back to the Zephyr was a bad idea.”

“No. I’m sure this is just temporary.” Jemma assures. “Our bodies will adjust.”

“I’m not sure I want to, this feels funny.” Y/N leans her head on Daisy’s shoulder, dropping it when Daisy starts to move.

With a grumble, Y/N goes to stand in front of the hallway inside.

“Welcome.”

They start walking through the hallway, going through a scanner. Y/N gasps as all the rainbow lights start dancing around her. She lifts her hand up, trying to touch them.

“So pretty.” Jemma smiles beside her.

Y/N lets out an airy laugh. The trio walk through the hallway with their heads leaning back to look at the lights and bumping unto each other as their coordination isn’t the best.

When the group gets to the stairs, they haven’t gotten any better. All three of them are slowly ascending the stairs while crouching and holding onto the railings so they wouldn’t fall. Y/N is behind the two, practically sliding down the stairs.

“I’m just gonna say it. I don’t think it’s the atmosphere.” Daisy mumbles, her words slurring slightly.

“No. That was silly.”

“Yeah.”

“Silly scientist.” Y/N mumbles with a giggle.

Jemma’s eyes are half closed as she comes up with a more possible explanation. “It’s clearly p-psychopharmacological epxpisli-docious.”

“Docious!” They all yell and laugh. “Oh, I think it was the things, the little puffies we ate.” Daisy realizes.

“Bad little puffies.”

“You ate two of them!” Daisy laughs, turning to look at her girlfriend.

Y/N giggles. “They were so so good!” Her head nods down, but lifts it quickly. “But Davis, he ate like six of ‘em.”

They all laugh, stopping momentarily to lean against each other. “Oh, I hope he’s okay.” Daisy mumbles.

They continue ascending the stairs. Y/N slips, but gets her footing back quickly. Daisy puts one of her hands behind her back so Y/N can hold it.

They make their way to the bar, very slowly, and finally they reach it. Pulling themselves up to the chairs, they all smile, looking at each other. The bartender puts drinks in front of them.

“We made it.” Daisy smiles, leaning the side of her head against the table.

“Yes, we did.” Jemma lifts up her head. They high five each other, almost falling off of their chairs in the process. “Why are we here?”

Y/N shrugs, drinking her cocktail.

“Because we’re on a mission.” Daisy answers with a grin.

“Right.” Jemma nods. “What is the mission?”

“The mission is…” Daisy and Y/N glance at each other with smirks. “Ladies’ night!” They yell at the same time.

“Yeah! Ay-ay-ay-ay!” They all celebrate.

“Woo!” Y/N lifts up her hands, waving them around in the air. “Party, party, party.” She chants, downing the rest of her drink like a shot. “Can I have another one?”

“Do you remember when we first met?” Daisy looks at Jemma.

Jemma’s head is propped up against her palm. “Yeah. You lived in a van.” Daisy hums. “And it really smelled.”

Y/N starts laughing. “Oh, I really wanted to see the van. And smell.” She smirks at Daisy.

“It didn’t smell.” Daisy pushes Y/N’s arm.

“Yeah.” Jemma nods, laughing at Daisy’s shocked and annoyed face. “We called it the Fartmobile.” Once again, they all laugh. “You had..you had big hair.” She comments.

“You had big…nerd face.” Daisy tries to bite back, though it doesn’t really land. Still she continues, raising her brows. “Do you- what house are you in, hmm? Gryffindor?”

“Uh, Ravenclaw. Girl, please.” Jemma scoffs.

“Show us some spells!” Y/N shouts.

Jemma grabs the straw from her drink, making Daisy gasp and Y/N look at her intently. “Expecto Patronum!” She waves the waves the straw around. Gasping, she stares at the end of it. “Hello, little monkey Fitz.”

Daisy turns to Y/N when Jemma starts talking to her hallucination. “You’re really pretty.” She mumbles with a smile. “I’m so glad you’re mine.”

Y/N rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. “Stop it.”

With a laugh, Daisy turns back to Jemma when Y/N starts talking to the bartender so she could get a third drink. “This might sound so weird, but I feel such a strong connection to you, like we’re both different parts of the same cosmic being.” Her words come out slowly as she goes to put her hand on Jemma’s head. “Do you feel it?” Turning to face her, instead of seeing Jemma, there’s an unknown man there.

“I can feel it.” He smirks. “Your ship or mine?”

“I- I have a girlfriend.” Grabbing Y/N’s arm, Daisy pulls her away from the bar. Y/N whines, staring at her non finished drink standing on the bar top, all alone. “Where’s Jemma?”

“Huh?” Y/N’s side bumps into Daisy’s.

Daisy stays quiet, scanning over the bar. She has a very focused look on her face as she tries to maneuver through the people while still holding onto Y/N.

The stop in front of a game table. “Don’t worry everybody. We got this.” She slurs out. The players glance at her, not really caring. Crouching, Daisy and Y/N get under the table, finding Jemma laying there. “Oh.” She feels the soft carpet.

“Hey, I think my parents are mice.” Jemma says out of nowhere.

Daisy nods. “That makes sense.”

They go to sit up. Y/N groans when her head hits the underside of the table. “I’m sorry for dragging you all across the universe.” Jemma apologizes.

“Oh, no, don’t be. It’s good. It’s only made us closer.”

“I just miss Fitz so much.”

“Aw, yeah, I’m sorry.”

Y/N pats Jemma’s leg, though it feels more like slapping. “We’ll find Fitz.” Jemma nods, patting Y/N’s arm in return.

Getting sad, Daisy pulls Y/N closer, so she’s almost laying on her. She wraps her arms around her neck, squeezing her, making Y/N cough. “I’m so glad you’re my Fitz, well, not Fitz, but you know.”

“You’re choking me.” Y/N mumbles, but fully leans into Daisy’s touch.

Daisy giggles. “It’s not the first time.”

Jemma awes at them. “I just love that you two found each other. Daisy, you are so strong no and so confident. And much happier.” She puts her hands on Daisy’s cheeks. “I’m so proud of you.” She cries.

“Really?” Daisy sets one of her hands on Jemma’s cheek, the other still wrapped around Y/N’s neck. “It means so much coming from you.”

“I just love you so much. You’re my best friend.”

“I love you too.” Daisy starts crying as well.

Caressing Daisy’s skin, Jemma’s voice breaks. “Your skin is so soft.”

“I know.”

Then Jemma turns to Y/N, holding and squeezing her cheeks. “And I’m so glad I met you. You’re my best friend too.” Tears are streaming down all of their cheeks. “I’m so glad you decided to join Shield, even though it was really sad what happened to the After Life.”

Y/N nods, her lower lip jutting out from the pressure of Jemma’s hands pressing on her cheeks.

Suddenly a high pitched noise rings in their ears. “Shh.” Daisy presses her fingers to Y/N and Jemma’s lips.

“What is it?” Jemma whispers, the crying all forgotten.

Daisy shushes her. The high pitched tone comes again. “Do you hear that?” The sound comes and goes, sometimes they hear one whistle, sometimes two.

“I mean, it sounds almost like a dolphin.”

Y/N gasps. “Are there dolphins in here?” Suddenly the noise becomes louder and constant. Groaning, Y/N presses her hands against her ears to muffle it.

“I’m never eating alien food again.” Daisy grumbles.

“No, but is it possible to share auditory hallucinations? I think this is something different.”

“Well-“ Daisy scoffs, sticking her head from under the table, jostling Y/N in the process, before coming back in. “And why does nobody else seem bothered by it?”

“Maybe it’s only perceptible to humans.”

“Like a secret signal.”

That makes them all more alert, except Y/N, who keeps tapping her palms on her ears to make the sound distorted. “Fitz.” Jemma and Daisy hurry to stand up, forgetting they’re under the table and hitting their heads on it. “Ow.”

Y/N giggles. “Idiots.” She goes to sit up, but hits her head on the table, for the second time. “Oh.” She rubs her head.

When the noice stops completely, they crawl from under the table hastily. “Excuse me.” Jemma grunts as Daisy uses the table to hoist herself up. Y/N takes hold of Daisy to pull herself into a standing position.

They turn to the entrance. Chronicoms with big guns are walking in. “Oh, man.” Daisy turns Y/N and Jemma so their backs are against the entrance. “Do those guys look like the guy that we have tied up on the Zephyr?”

“I see them too, which means they’re very real and they’re here for Fitz.”

“They’ll have to get by me first.” Daisy extends her hand and uses her powers, but it hits a panel instead of the enemy. “That was way off.”

One if the Chronicoms shoot towards them. “Hey! I got him.” Jemma takes hold of Daisy’s arm and points it towards the shooter. “Fire!” It gets knocked down by Daisy’s powers.

“Okay.” Daisy breaths heavily. “You go. We got it from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If I can’t quake it, I’ll break it. And Y/N can literally conjure up anything.”

“Okay.” Jemma runs away.

Daisy and Y/N stand on in front of the Chronicoms. “Sorry, boys. It’s ladies’ night.” Daisy starts fighting them, kicking and punching quite well considering her state.

Y/N holds out her hand, looking at her palm with a glare. A bag of chips appears on it out of nowhere. “Ooh! I wanted these.” She smiles, swaying on her place.

“Y/N!”

“Oh, right.” Throwing away the bag, Y/N thinks of a knife. “Yes.” She grins and starts throwing them towards the Chronicoms as fast as they continue appearing into her hands. Most of them stick into their heads or somewhere in their body, but some of them land way off.

Y/N and Daisy continue fighting them, at times stumbling on their place, but still holding their grounds. Grunting, Y/N kicks one Chronicom to the ground while stabbing another in the neck.

When she notices Daisy getting overcrowded by the Chronicoms, she conjures platforms under her feet to get over the obstacles to get to her. She jumps down on top of one of the Chronicom’s shoulders, doing a maneuver to get it to the ground.

She rolls away from him, giving Daisy space to quake its head off. “Please let that be the last of them.” She leans to a table, taking a breather.

Y/N still lays on the ground, giggling. “That was fun.”

[feathersnek]

Rays Offline Mode Video Info:

(Note: Please take with a grain of salt and double check this info where possible. Also note that the video info is in development as well and changes could still be made. Please refer to the Tales Channel Plus JP blog for detailed descriptions of various ending campaigns/offline mode info. Lastly, the 600 page official artbook is currently up for pre-order, so don't miss out if you want one!)

Accessible content: Ending: New epilogue chapters written by Miyajima available where the current main story is located in the offline version. They will be released for offline mode specifically. Play History: Once you finish the ending story, you can view special credits. Instead of staff credits, they're designed to be the player's choices throughout the story's run and their contributions to the history of the game. The credits will list a summary of various achievements such as how many badges collected, how many dias collected, how many orders completed, how many justs hit, and etc. Cress's Dojo: In the offline dojo you can put together parties, change your owned equipment on characters, choose a new variety of settings in gameplay such as infinite HP, selectable boss enemies (up to 6), and selectable battlefields. Battlefields also change the bgm. New button for Recollection mode where you can battle Recollection style with your choice of enemies and such as well. -More Below the Cut-

Scenarios and Skits: All events, story, and skits you've unlocked before offline are available for viewing in the story log as usual. Also the Recollection button will remain so that you can view the Reco subscenarios and memoria histories (I don't remember what they're officially called) Room: The room will still be accessible. You can still change character layouts, room layouts, posters, visit the dojo, and access the side room records including bgms you've obtained. You can also change your character's outfits here. It is unclear whether you can still look at trophies since…they didn't have a trophy set in the example. But likely you can as it wasn't greyed out. Room greeter still seems to be a setting…? Character viewer: The character viewer is now equipped with a zoom feature. Tower: Standard tower will be accessible so you can challenge the usual 60 floors with your teams. Owned arte viewer tab: The tab in the home screen where you can look at the whole list of mirrages, SGs, and 5*s you own is still accessible, but of course the missions button within is inaccessible. Badges: You can still access your badge list to view your owned badges. User Profile: Available to view only. Cannot be edited after online service ends, so please set your desired profile settings before offline mode. *It is unclear if we can still view our item bag as the menu it resides in was not shown Inaccessible content: Quest screen: You cannot use the event, rerun, daily quest, SG quest, and level 10 quest tabs. Furthermore, story quests will not be available. (The story remains in the log of course) Chronology tab appears to be inaccessible. Unknown if the arc change button works. Menu Bar: You cannot access the party tab (but you can still do the same thing in cress's dojo), enhance tab, exchange tab, or gacha tab Home screen: Announcements, missions, gift box, orders, friend list, and auto card level tab are inaccessible. Multiplayer: UA, Whis, and badge trading are not accessible Room: You cannot access room shuffle, friend rooms, message board, or gifts buttons. Tower: You cannot buy, obtain, or swap skills. You do not earn books or rewards. Misc info: You cannot recruit new characters, enhance equipment or characters, obtain equipment, trade items, obtain items, or play Recollection mode proper (only cress dojo ver). Any stories, events, skits, Recollection story, Reco subscenarios, and Reco memoria histories you haven't unlocked during online service will not be available for offline

Offline mode download -Full voice pack purchase and download is only available until June 20th, so please make sure you have it downloaded beforehand -After maintenance on July 23rd at 11:00 JST, online service will end and the offline version will be available for download. This download is available until October 22 at 12:00 JST. After this date you can no longer download offline mode. Offline profiles are tied to your BNID. If you lose the device, delete the data, or update to an incompatible OS after this date, you cannot get the game back. -Offline version is roughly 10GB

Ending notes: The devs all have a lot of feelings for the game, and one of their top goals since launch was to complete the main story. Thank you for supporting Rays and making it possible. From me: The devs worked very hard to give us what they could and leave us with what memories they could manage. Thank you for caring and for giving us offline mode, Rays devs. Thank you for your hard work of over 7 years. 🙏

[threshie]

My week...

Monday: Wash dishes. Prep lunches. Watch first half of "Suburban Sasquatch" with Rifftrax commentary and laugh a lot.

Tuesday: Write author newsletter. Publish gay Mothman erotica. Wait for chibi coloring book poll results.

Wednesday: Write. Tint hunky stock photo men primary colors. Order P-SB7T spirit box and new mini desk calendar. Finish watching "Suburban Sasquatch."

Thursday: Work as National Park gift/book shop cashier.

Friday: Catch bus. Buy Taco Bell taco box. Meet door greeter cat Douglas. Investigate haunted Super 8 overnight.

Saturday: Go from haunted Super 8 directly to family BBQ. Celebrate Mother's Day. Eat steak.

Sunday: Make art. Listen to more "Day Of The Triffids" audiobook.

[randomthefox]

If horse shit like Surge and Kit is what Ian Flynn makes when he has unlimited freedom to do whatever he wants, then it's BAFFLING that anyone would EVER hire him to work on anything

What's funny is he isn't being hired to work on anything anymore =P

He used to sometimes get scoped to do stuff like a storyline for MLP or given that Cosmo the Martian run. But they never last very long.

If IDW Sonic got cancelled and if it wasn't for SEGA only attaching his names to stuff for marketing purposes, I think he would be straight up out of a job. He'd probably have a hard time finding employment as a Walmart greeter.

[elizabethplaid]

Black Green Cat Halloween Stuffed Plush Door Greeter Trick Or Treat Fine Toy Co

After seeing this green cat from @littleguymart, I explored some other ebay listings.

These striped legs and tail are fantastic! The witch hat is nice, but it might be more appealing to me if it was a different fabric. The color is fine, but the scale pattern seems distracting. Don't want to take attention away from his stripes. :P

Black & Green Kitty Cat Halloween Stuffed Plush Door Greeter Trick Or Treat by Fine Toy Co. Polyester fibers fill, plastic pellets lightly weighted feet, and wire tail.

[thecookieverse]

Cookieverse: Organizations and Businesses

CREAM

Known fully as the "Corporation for Resolving Evil and Atrocious Misdeeds". The Cookieverse’s equivalent to WOOHP. A spy agency dedicated to fighting crime and protecting cookies all over the world.

Known Members:

Chocolate Trifle Cookie (Jerry Lewis, Leader and Founder)

Poppy Seed Cookie (Clover)

Veggie Chip Cookie (TS!Sam)

Wonton Cookie (Alex)

Cookies Next Door (CND)

An organization of child Cookies fighting against controlling and abusive adults.

Known Members

Lemon Meringue Cookie (Rachel McKenzie/Numbuh 362, Supreme Leader)

Soda Bread Cookie (Fanny Fulbright/Numbuh 86, Head of Decommissioning)

Strawberry Fool Cookie (Nigel Uno/Numbuh 1, Leader of Sector V)

Chili Dog Cookie (Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr./Numbuh 2, 2x4 Technology Officer of Sector V)

Matcha Choco Cookie (Kuki Sanban/Numbuh 3)

Hokey Pokey Cookie (Wallabee “Wally” Beetles/Numbuh 4)

Salted Caramel Cookie (Abigail Lincoln/Numbuh 5)

Hot Dog Cookie (Chili Dog Cookie’s elder sister; Secret benefactor of the organization)

Cookies of Darkness

Known Members:

Affogato Cookie

Black Forest Cookie (Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz)

Cobalt Cookie (Scarlett)

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Founder/Leader)

Licorice Cookie

Mistletoe Cookie (Icy)

Nightshade Cookie (Darcy)

Poison Mushroom Cookie

Pomegranate Cookie (Second-in-Command)

Red Velvet Cookie

Tarator Cookie (Vendetta)

Zephyr Lily Cookie (Stormy)

Former Members:

Dark Choco Cookie (Defected)

Orange Velvet Cookie (Funkin Blaze, defected)

Pound Cake Cookie (Ralph, defected)

Aloe Cookie's Laboratory

Known Residents:

Aloe Cookie

Blueberry Fudge Cookie (Jenny Wakeman/XJ-9)

Clam Cookie (Cyborg)

Cyborg Cookie

Ion Cookie Robot

Marshmallow Creme Cookie (Baymax)

Succulent Cookie (Calculester)

The Hex Girls

A band of eco-goth Cookies with a dark magic theme. Black Rose Cookie and Black Sesame Cookie are big fans of them.

Rosemary Cookie (Thorn)

Sage Cookie (Luna)

Thyme Cookie (HG!Dusk)

The Krispy Krab

A burger restaurant owned by Crab Burger Cookie

Calamari Cookie (Squidward Tentacles; Cashier)

Crab Burger Cookie (Eugene Krabs; Owner and Operator)

Sponge Cake Cookie (SpongeBob SquarePants; Fry Cook)

The Stroop Stop

The diner owned and operated by Waffle Cone Cookie

Soft Serve Cookie (Funkin!Dusk; Part-time greeter)

Waffle Cone Cookie (Vince; Owner and Operator)

[instruth]

HELTER SKELTER

Pure white winter

With a cold so bitter

Autumn’s no better

Spring smells sweeter

Summer’s much hotter

Love dips in deep water

For a pearl in the oyster

Good natured banter

Turns disorderly greeter

Greenhorn babysitter

Gallop or canter

An unsteady trotter

Dancer’s a twister

Slippery as butter

Non-stop chatter

Buying voters

Hiding in shutters

Bartered fighters

Gun belt holsters

Give no quarters

Carefree as drifters

Roaming hipsters

Confusing utters

Screeching mutters

Freelance writers

©Johnny J P Lee

05 February 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem 5x5(25)

Photos Credit J. P. Lee