#but beggars can't be choosy

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Battlestar Galactica is a very serious show I'm taking very seriously-

"Commander, we're picking up communications from purple and orange squardrons. We don't have purple and orange squadrons."

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"Sir-" "Quiet! I'm trying to witness the destruction of the last battlestar!" "I really think you should take a look at the other battlestar." "OTHER battlestar?!"

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(while Apollo is disguised as someone else and the girl he meets doesn't understand why he can't remember her) "What was your name again?" *sighs* "Amnesia." "Amnesia, that's a pretty name. :)"

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*Starbuck(right) is about to break into a jail to rescue Apollo* "You're not thinking of using violence are you?!" "Why, do you have a better idea?" "... None that I am permitted to use."

[jhsharman]

Hawaiian shirt

Archie no longer likes pink?

The expression beggars can’t be choosers was first recorded in John Heywood’s A dialogue conteinyng the nomber in effect of all the prouerbes in the Englishe tongue, published in 1562: “Beggers should be no choosers, but yet they will: Who can bryng a begger from choyse to begge still?” The proverb was most probably well known before its publication.

I feel there is probably a redoubt of the 'choosy' use which signifies something specific about the author's cultural surroundings -- somewhere and some time with the different expression -- But I would not know what it is.

[punks-never-die205]

Souled Out

Fem Reader x Demon!Eustass Kid

CW: Blood, religious tones, original creation myth, ritual, violence, dubious consent, 18+

Summary: Ever since your 25th birthday you've stopped getting sick, and your hair has stopped growing. It's harder and harder to connect with your emotions, and while you're flourishing at your job, you realize something is deeply wrong. You're almost 50 now, and still in the body of your 25 year old self. Something has to give, because you can't just write things off as looking young for your age.

Chapter 1: Soul Research

Your furniture was in another room, piled on top of your bed, leaving the living room completely devoid of items. You weren’t worried about how it might look to someone if they came in, that mess was going to be the last thing they noticed. You had pulled up the carpet as well, square by square, and tossed it into the spare bathroom you rarely used. Except for a concrete floor and bare painted walls, there was nothing else except for you in the living room.

Well, you, blood, and animal fat, but functionally it was empty.

You had no need for a two-bedroom apartment, but it had the floor space you needed and was cheaper than renting an entire house. If this worked or failed completely, you’d replace the carpet yourself, and if this only mostly worked, you probably wouldn’t have to worry about things like security deposits anyway.

Or your job. You had cashed in all your time off so you wouldn’t have to go back for a couple months, but expecting this to be resolved by then wasn’t part of your plan. You just wanted to survive the next month well enough to return to work at some point after that.

Markings were painted all over the walls, floor, and ceiling in blood. Sigils and scriptures you had found and done your best to verify over the last decade. The culmination of your research and the trials and errors of others. The blood stank, but not enough to bother you, and honestly the smell was less offensive than the sharp acrid stench of paint, so you managed to ignore it easily enough.

You placed the tallow candles you had made in the locations you needed, lighting them after they were set. You had considered beeswax candles, but the trials that had succeeded were clear - everything had to come from something that didn’t survive the harvest. It had to be a proper sacrifice, and not a symbolic one, and you weren’t going to try and eradicate an entire hive of angry bees when you could just buy tallow.

You sat in the middle of the smaller empty circle meant for you and focused on the larger circle in the center of the room. The markings were two-fold, they included your offer and built a barrier between you and what would appear.

Assuming anything wanted to accept.

Assuming anything existed to help.

Shaking your head, you tossed your doubt away, focusing on ritual. You had pointedly decided to cast away your doubts about whether demons actually existed and give yourself to the belief. After all, the reason you were even doing this was because the impossible had happened to you already.

Learning demons were real at this point would simply make for yet another thing you wanted nothing to do with, and yet still had to deal with anyway. Beggars and choosers walked different paths, and you were beyond being able to be choosy. Besides, the blood had been easy enough to get, but you really wanted this to work so you didn’t have to make another set of tallow candles. The consistency was weird, and you didn’t like how it felt on your fingers.

All you needed to do was focus on the words of the offer, sending them through the channels the sigils had connected you to. This was the only part that worried you, not only were all the instructions frustratingly subjective, but you weren’t sure if you could do it. The reason you were even trying this was because you were missing an important part of yourself, and you needed help in retrieving it.

If that missing piece was imperative to “reaching out” or “putting your intent into it”, then you were functionally fucked. You twinged with the faintest frustration and anger, trying to at least hold onto the energy of those emotions and throw them into supposed aether. You wondered if it would make your request sound rude or not and found a small smirk pulling at your usually blank expression at the idea of being rude to a demon.

You might have dust in place of emotions at this point, but time, at least, was something you had in excess. So you didn’t get impatient when nothing happened right away.

After a few long moments, you felt the floor shiver. That, or your legs had twitched from sitting so still for so long. Another shiver and then indisputable proof of the effectiveness of your research. The scripts and sigils of blood were glowing. Enough to overpower the candles in the room, but not so much that you were forced or compelled to look away from the center circle.

A hand broke through the floor, or more accurately it broke through the light reflected off the floor, for the foundation of your apartment room remained unblemished. You had successfully created a door of light using tallow candlelight and blood to summon a demon. You had found a successful recipe in your research and now you were going to learn if it was a good one.

It was like cooking for the desperate and depraved. Step one, preheat your living space to bloody, and once the sun goes down light your animal fat candles and pray to faceless gods. Summoning times may vary, you can use a toothpick to see if it’s done correctly.

The clawed hand was attached to a massive arm, and you were a little concerned that whatever had answered your call would be too big to fit in the living room. But, if the research was right, it shouldn’t be bigger than the circle you provided, and so far, the research had been correct. Even the parts of it that were painfully subjective.

A second hand showed up and both arms descended until they were touching the rim of the circle, bracing against it. There was a strong shudder as something pulled itself through the portal and into your living room. It reminded you of a city worker popping out from a manhole, only this creature was neither a man, nor coming up from a sewer.

Easily almost seven feet tall, and nearly as thick, a human-shaped creature stood in the circle. Dark golden eyes glimmer in the candlelight, and wild red hair, almost like fire crowns the head. Smooth marble white skin, flawless and enticing, flushed pink in places from the blood that rushed under the surface, shimmering as the tallowed flames flickered against it.

If not for the curved horns coming from its head, and the whip-like tail coming off the curve of its chiseled ass, you could have easily mistaken it for a model covered in pale makeup. The creature’s humanity came into question again as those predatory golden eyes settled on you, after it was done taking in the rest of the room. A shiver of dark scales rolls over its skin, settling over its hands and feet and staining the marble look such a deep crimson as to be almost black.

It gives you a toothy grin, dripping in approval, curiosity, and hunger. You look from the eyes to the floor as it crouches down in the circle and practically caresses you with its gaze. Human or not, the height and width weren’t the only thick things on that body.

You were a little concerned this beast had only answered your call for a singular reason, and the anticipation of that reason was rock hard between its thighs.

“You did this right, I’m impressed.” The voice is like rough sex and heavy metal music. It’s like hearing the personification of anger whisper words of love into your ear. It would be intoxicating if you could still be intoxicated, but even objectively it was a good voice.

It puts a claw near the edge of the circle and there’s a hiss as a line of smoke sizzles the tip of its claw. “You didn’t even make a rookie mistake like using your own blood.”

“Pig’s blood,” you answer and see its eyes flicker. “Mixed with sanctified water.”

There’s a low whistle. “You really did it right. I could’ve broken plain blood - human or not - but consecrating it was a wise move.” It takes a moment to admire the work. “Good penmanship too.”

“… Thanks.” You weren’t entirely sure where this conversation was going, but you didn’t want to speak unless spoken to. If you piss it off, it can leave back to where it had come from easily. Nothing in the ritual was designed to imprison it - just to protect you.

A hairless brow arches up and the creature regards you closer. “You know, I’m not complaining, not yet anyway, but you’re seriously calm.” It muses, its eyes taking you in with apt appraisal.

“I’m not a fan of the ones who are ready to piss themselves before I’ve even said boo, but you’re something else. I thought it was shock at first, but your heart rate is steady, and you’re not sweating. You're dressed - another smart move - so maybe you did enough research that you’re truly not surprised, but no amount of books would be enough.”

It leans forward, pushing against the limits of the circle it’s in. There’s no smoke coming from its face, and instead it looks like the circle is trying to stretch to accommodate it. “You’re the first one to do this right in centuries, so no one taught you, and it means you hadn’t seen it before.” The eyes narrow. “Why are you so calm?”

The words didn’t make sense. “Plenty of people have done this successfully. That’s how I was able to research-.”

“Not the right way though. They always make mistakes. If you had made mistakes, little morsel, I’d be taking what I wanted and leaving you without a deal.” It says, shifting its hips suggestively. “You could’ve tried begging me at that point, but all human bodies give out before I’ve been satisfied, and none of you so far are any good at begging properly.”

“I would like to make a deal.” You say evenly, returning the gaze. “In exchange for my body and my soul, I need your help.”

The wicked grin splits its face, and it laughs. “To the point then! Go on little mouse, tell me what it is you want of me, and I’ll decide if your body and soul are payment enough! If it’s entertaining, I may even devour you sweetly at the end of it.” It promises, long twisty tongue licking lasciviously along painted lips. “I don’t have to make it hurt, and if you’re lucky maybe you’ll cry my name with those pretty lips in a way that please me, and then I’ll let you warm my cock sweetly for eternity.”

You hadn’t felt emotions for a long time, but the energy rolling off the beast in front of you was enough to twist your core. Heat and desire pooled in you, but almost as soon as they had burned the feeling was gone. Nothing lingered anymore.

Nothing except anger, and a desire to get what was taken from you.

“Someone - something - stole my soul.” You say, and the barest memories of anger bubble up in you.

“I want it back.”

[whatwouldyourmomthink]

Been in soul crushing situations, made it out alive but unwell. Learned to never have standards or needs because beggars can't be choosy. Now you wanna say im too pretty, too good to accept breadcrumbs. Probably.

Believed deep down that im not deserving so I self sabotaged my whole life and healing is the worst shit ever because now I see everything. I can forgive and all but how do I go on? What for? Some painkiller please

[faededaway]

Y'all I got a job with 'beggars can't be choosy' salary. Salary so bad I gave myself a prep talk on the way home.

[destinyc1020]

A cropped photo? She needs to do better 🙄😂

Hey! We are BEGGARS in this joint.... and beggars CAN'T be choosy! 😤

I'll take whatever cropped photo she wants to share at this point 😂😂 It could have been a cropped photo of her FOOT for all I care, and I would have been happily skipping off into the sunset rofl 🤣

[timeclonemike]

Minigame Fakeouts and Integration

Fishing: The fishing mini game is not actually a game and was included as a joke by the developers about fishing minigames. The on screen indicators are meaningless and the Hero catches three fish, randomly chosen from a list of eight possibilities, before the fishing "game" pretense is suspended and the cutscene is purely dialog. The fish can be cooked in the crafting system and are otherwise identical to fish purchased in river / coastal towns.

Cards: Party members in the safehouses and airship can occasionally be seen playing cards but there is never an option for the Hero to join in. Dialog varies on whether the party is playing Poker, Blackjack, Go Fish, or something called Choosy Beggars. There are two NPCs that draw three Tarot cards to predict the Hero's fortune, but these were always intended as a hint feature to remind players what to do next, rather than a luck based mechanic; speaking to the same NPC three times in a row will result in the same outcome each time, after which the NPC will freak out and no longer do Tarot draws for the rest of that Act.

Dino Races: There is a subplot in an occupied city where the Raptor Cavalry combines training with social spectacle by racing their mounts and placing bets on the winner. The Hero can place bets but the maximum wager that can be made is ten Imperial Crowns, which the party can't spend and are only used for one small part of the main quest and one side quest later. The odds are about one in six of the Hero guessing the right dinosaur.

Scavenger Hunt: There are three item hunting minigames that are indefinitely replayable within the cooldown limit. These are Mushroom Hunting, where the camp ranger in Veck will ask the Hero to go into the forest trails and collect all the mushrooms that can be found to keep ignorant tourists from getting sick trying to eat them; Cat Herding, where the crazy cat lady in Morningsburg asks the Hero to find all of her lost pets; and Metal Detecting on Acorn Beach where random metal items can be found in the sand by homing in on audio signals from the detector. There is also a one time scavenger hunt sidequest where the grad student in Morningsburg is having a crisis after the wind scattered all the pages of his term paper. The Mushroom Hunt pays only ten bucks but the mushrooms can be used in crafting recipes, the crazy cat lady only pays two bucks for recovering her pets (thought to be a reference to the Simpsons), and Metal Detecting rewards range from one to twenty bucks in coins and occasional metal crafting ingredients, but one rare find is the Spare Launch Key that can be used to skip the boss fight at the end of the "Mutual Assurance" sidequest. The grad student has no reward upon collecting all the missing papers, but if the quest is done before the end of Act 3, they earn their doctorate and will send a unique crafting recipe to the hero's safehouse in Act 4.

Memory / Concentration: The Memorial Library will contract book reshelving to the Hero, and the player will have to match sixteen book ID Tags with their shelving locations. There is no penalty for mismatching books except lost time, but the game is timed and taking longer than sixty seconds forfeits any reward. The highest reward is a unique crafting recipe, followed in decreasing value with a random status protection accessory, random headgear, and random healing items. (The justification is that these items have been in the Lost And Found box for months.) The book shelving minigame can be played many times but there is a fairly long cooldown.

Spot The Difference: There are several areas where valuable items or secrets are hidden behind elaborate visuals that the Hero must compare to a reference in order to find a hidden switch, password, door, or container. These include a painting of abstract art in the Astral Planetarium that hides one of Astrolethe's memory cores; a portrait of the Villain modeled after Oliver Cromwell that blocks access to their secret office; the Periodic Table of Elements wall poster in Doctor Ashton's laboratory that incorporates the password to a secret account on Ashton's computer, and the blueprints of the Power Armor Factory that show a secret room blocked off from the rest of the production floor with the Prototype Armor inside it.

[dreamii-yume]

Hey yume, glad that chapter 6 was already up! (That 26,000 words thooo)

Anywaysss neru was such a sly foxxxxx (⁠=⁠｀⁠ェ⁠´⁠=⁠) bro didn't even try to hide his words or anything and just went into it 💀

He's such a sadist as well (tho I get the feeling that he was a little kinder(?) Than kaede in my HUMBLE opinion) like I dunnoooo maybe I'm just delusional

And Reina is getting a lil freaky too (like getting a lil masochist as mentioned by Neru) can't blame her tho it's probably a way to cope with the pain ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ

I also remembered some of the scenes from the hentai (in Nemu's scene) where she's like getting beat the shit outta her face 💀 I'm glad you didn't follow that (I'm all for the rough and spanking but punching is a no no for me)

I'm a little confused about the last line (⁠´⁠(⁠ｪ⁠)⁠｀)? Like what does Neru mean?

My lil brain also remembered some scenes from the hentai where there's like a cult there? Like I vividly remember there's people wearing dark cloak and shot, also Rin was like their leader and some shit (can't remember cuz I skipped those scenes to only look at the echi scenes LMAO)

Ps. Also the otome ASMR u recommended to me was awesome (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ but finding the audio was low-key hard lol. Of course after searching the deep dark web I managed to find the audio (⁠ ͝⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕤ

The translation was easy to find lmao and I listened to the tracks but I couldn't really finished it because I'm a lil choosy about my ASMR kdkdkdndkkejd (and I'm still a lil busy huhu I'll finish it when I have free time, f u college)

I mean it's a good audio but because it's a lil old in the otome genre I find it hard to listen to, because the guy keeps dumping info after info to the listeners when it's not necessary at all ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ like we be eating breakfast and suddenly he be like, "yeah, ur the reason why I changed ಠ⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಠ" then proceeds to tell me his life story

Like broski, you could've told me when it's an emotional scene but nuh uh he was like lemme tell you in our breakfast table ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

But that's the only con that I have, the voice is still scrumptious (THE ECCHI SCENE DURING THE FIRST TRACK WAS HNGHHH LOVE IT)

It's an old asmr so I kinda gave it a pass for the writing (I noticed how the pacing and info dumping was really not that good on old asmr) and yes, I listen to A LOT of ASMRs, so I have heard some godly and the not so good otome audios (but I still listen to them cuz beggar can't be choosers)

(God pls forgive me for my sins, but otome ASMR is my religion)

I have a lot of otome asmr recommendations but this is getting long (and I dunno if u want some recommendations, but if you wanna hear it lemme know!)

-euphoria anon

LOL I think part of the reason why Neru seems “kinder” than Kaede during his turn is because his rule stated that he had to be “rough” but doesn’t necessarily mean “non-consensual” so Neru wanted to do everything in his power to give Reina some sort of pleasure haha (Though, it still end up extremely non-con lol) Wherein, Kaede had to be rough and less kind against his will in order to clear the game 🧎‍♀️ Oh the irony

…Maybe there’s some correlation to that on why he said what he said at the end there. Who knows~? You’re my judge here ♥︎

I’m not really a fan of the anime in general, so I don’t remember what scenes there are 🧎‍♀️ I’m relying mostly on the game for future scenes lol I agree so much with the punching, it’s not sexy—That’s just domestic violence?? And I will never include that in a sex scene 😭 …But there is a scene similar to that in the future, so I’m just giving out a warning in advance, but I think it’s relevant to the plot, I swear 😭 It’s not going to be like a sadist-masochist thing ☠️

Oh, and Rinne’s route in the game was just mind-fuckery—Don’t even worry about it, Darling ☠️

I’m glad you enjoyed the recommendation! I really agree with the info lore dumping ☠️ But I guess I can’t blame them too much about it, because it’s an audio drama lol What else can you do but you know…ｔａｌｋ？ LMAO Oh, and it has a sequel too!

Don’t be shy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Lay out that recommendation list, Darling ♥︎ We’re all degenerate friends here 💅✨

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Hi in the TRENCHES of horny (regarding my previous ask) and went on a journey to discover exactly what I fucking sent you. There’s an ao3 series about swordvan fucking mythical creatures

Fair warning it reads like a 2010s fic (and there’s some not so okay ships) but overall its good anyways happy monster fucking

https://archiveofourown.org/works/896209

Yeahhh I've skimmed thru these a couplet times! The Krampus one actually ended up awakening a lottttt of monsterfucker stuff in me LMAO. I'm really not a fan of werewolf Demo (both implications-wise and just personal preferences-wise) so like that kinds turns me off from a lot of these <//3 I'm unfortunately really really picky w a lot of swordvan stuff bc I'm mentally ill. Beggars can't be choosers but like I was cursed to be choosy </3

[pararennial-archived]

actually... i just had a thought that occured to me... back then i had a "beggars can't be choosers" mentality when i first started rping here. finding people who were willing to write with a female oc who is arguably "powerful" was difficult. it was to the point where i would accept any token of attention from people who were sketchy as all fuck with their motives, want to give themselves an imaginary nobel peace prize for having a thread with me, and people that i just wasn't into and had no writing chemistry with. this being said, i wish i could go back and tell my younger self to stand up for her artistic integrity and be more choosy with people. i was such a people pleaser back then and i really wish i wasn't because of how often i got walked all over. i wish i allowed myself to have "high" standards back then because i would have grown more.

in short, what i wanna say is that everyone should really be unapologetic for what they feel is best for them to make this hobby enjoyable.

[gorgongorgeous]

MATURE / ~8.5k words

A shadow flickers over Basquiat’s face; Astarion only realizes how close he’s drawn to them when they lean back. “Then why not leave?” Not quite pin-drop silence—a frog screams somewhere far off—but the question hangs in the air as much as the stench of the swamp itself. “Say that again,” he says, slowly, almost dangerously.

Or: Astarion should know by now that beggars can't be choosers. Unfortunately for him, Basquiat seems like the choosy type. || Early Act 1. Astarion x nonbinary!Tav.

(aka what a shame there's no such thing as snickers bars in faerun, and being hungry makes a vampire way, WAY less suave)

[voidbears-oc-stash]

Treeangle: finally! been meaning to see other worlds! finally an excuse! *and they've appeared in humanoid form! a massive triangle for a face, and two on the chest! yeah mention them too much'n poof! they here!* i mean going into like a witness protection like scenario, ain't an IDEAL reason for a vacation! but! beggars can't be choosy! Fusion was it? heard about ya! real proud! yer doing good work kid! Canni yes? you and that "mech" real good guys at heart! don't worry! everything'll work out! Mags: and you wonder why i don't visit- Jackxy: yo tt! nice seeing ya!

"This'll be fun!" Cannibal says, excited

Fusion smiles "I'd get to meet your friends"

[anitabyars]

End of Story by Kylie Scott is now live!

New York Times bestselling sensation Kylie Scott's sexy, smart and unconventional opposites-attract love story looks at what happens when fate refuses to give up on what's meant to be...

When Susie Bowen inherits a charming fixer-upper from her aunt, she's excited to start living her best HGTV life. But when she opens the door to find that her contractor is none other than her ex's best friend, Lars—the same man who witnessed their humiliating public breakup six months ago—she isn't exactly eager to have anyone around whose alliance is with the enemy. But beggars can't be choosers, and the sooner the repairs are done, the sooner she can get back to embracing singledom.

Things go from awkward to unbelievable when Lars discovers a divorce certificate hidden in a wall and dated ten years in the future—with both their names on it. It couldn't possibly be real...could it? As Susie and Lars work to unravel the document's origins, the impossibility of a spark between them suddenly doesn't seem so far-fetched. But would a relationship between them be doomed before it's even begun?

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My Review

5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

End Of Story by Kylie Scott.

I was absolutely obsessed by this story. Heartwarming, sexy, entertaining and so captivating. These characters are a bit awkward at first, but soon an adorable attraction as well as a steamy connection becomes so much more than they ever imagined. I loved this friends to lovers romance. Getting to watch the progression of their relationship brought all the feels and I just didn’t want this story to end.

Susie Bowen is excited to start living her best HGTV life by fixing up the charming house that her dear aunt left to her six months ago. After doing some of the work herself she is excited to have a contractor help get things done for her. But when she opens the door to find her ex’s best friend Lars, she isn’t ready to have anyone in her space that is in alliance with the enemy. But beggars can’t be choosy and she needs the repairs done now.

Lars isn’t to thrilled to be Susie’s contractor but when he finds a divorce certificate hidden in a wall dated ten years in the future with both their names on it. This can’t possibly be real? He accuses Susie of planting it but can’t figure out how she did it. Or why? As they work together to figure out where this certificate came from a spark between them doesn’t seem to be so far-fetched. But would their relationship be doomed before it’s even begun?

You don’t want to miss this magical heartwarming story! Where a little magic helps bring a happily ever after!

I received a early copy and this is my honest review.

[faededaway]

I did my major in HR so like.. the level of unfair work practices in my current job??? Make me insane.

But beggars (me, I) can't be choosy . Hence, they (me,I) have to work trash hours for penny pays.

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

So I impulse bought a picture of Peet

Fun fact: this illustration by Joe Sutphin is not in the books! Recently he’s been selling Wingfeather Saga prints on his etsy page. I also have a picture of Artham from the first edition of book 4 that I got from him.

Here’s the link to his shop! There’s lots of cool (and inexpensive) stuff on there: https://www.etsy.com/shop/joesutphin?section_id=25002087&page=1#items

[andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist]

tbd