#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.

[sashayed]

my friends got me a RECORD PLAYER for my birthday and of course i am out of my gourd about it, but now i have to get records to play on it and i'm overwhelmed by options! obviously i went straight to the tiny record store near us and bought the first nina simone album i could find ("the amazing nina simone," they didn't have "wild is the wind" or "i put a spell on you" but beggars can't be choosers and nina is nina). however. records are $$ and our apartment is small so i have to be choosy about who else i can buy to go with her. and the thing is that a record player requires a whole ritual, it's not just putting the current song you're obsessed with on repeat, you have to:

decide on your album and retrieve it from the pile (once you have a pile),

remove the LP, which has a certain gratifying heft; you might give it a half-spin in your hands, like you are leading the album out on the dance floor,

rest it on the turntable,

unlatch the needle arm,

carefully move the arm over to the correct groove,

hit the little lever that lowers the needle, which always stresses me out because what if i miscalculated or didn't calibrate the counterweight correctly and it scratches too hard?

all this process means when i put an album on the record player i am physically engaged with it in a way that is very specific, and not every album will do, even the ones i love!

anyway so i am making a little list and telling myself i can buy two records a month. there are go-to classics on there (davis/coltrane, ella, billie, oscar peterson, fleetwood mac, paul simon, nick drake), and there are records i listened to on my parents' turntable when i was a kid that i find perfect start to finish AND suited to the format simply because of those sense memories (bonnie raitt nick of time, talking heads speaking in tongues, beatles rubber soul, rufus & chakha khan RAGS TO RUFUS which ok i admit i already bought on ebay it was $10 leave me alone), and there are newer favs that i think will suit (hozier, kendrick, doechii, the 1975 [SORRYYY not sorry][bangers]). anyway do any of you guys have a record player or experience with a record player and if so do you have a top five? again can't emphasize this enough this is not top five ALBUMS this is top five ALBUMS TO PLAY ON A RECORD PLAYER which is different in the year of our lord 2025, as i am sure you understand.

[teashirt505]

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"You smell like shit," Steve informed him, handing him some towels and a change of clothes. Billy swayed where he stood, only steadied by Steve's strong hands gripping his shoulders. Head. Spinning. Floor. Blurry. Everything. Hurt. This is not how I imagined him touching me. But then again, I just came back from the dead, so I guess beggars can't be choosy.

[iinrainbows]

idk if I want to go to this interview today afterall ..... beggars can't be choosers but damn am I being choosy rn lmao

[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.

[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 💅✨

[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.

[neovid]

Getting close to the deadline

In an amazing coincidence, the exact same thing that forced us out of the place I grew up just happened again: New landlord buys the building, the new rent is more than our total income, and we have to move on short notice. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but since my cancer-patient stepfather and I still don't have a place to live next month, I'm asking every community I know: If you know of any extremely low-income or shared rooms in the Denver area, send the info my way. Unfortunately, I also have to be a choosy beggar, because my disorders mean I can't live too far from public transportation or stores (and what passes for my support network), so a cheap rural place is not an option.

My family in the area can't help much, as everyone's much worse off than they were a few years ago… plus I don't get along with most of them, as they're mostly Trumpsters and I'm constantly worried about them rubbing off on me. Some of them to a degree that if it turned out they did have a room to spare, it would be a tough choice between that and the street.

Weirdly, I'm better off than I usually am financially, assuming things like social security and disability still exist a month from now. It's just that finding a place to live on short notice is a nightmare even for a fully functional person, let alone me.

[girlifeinterrupted]

marble hornet masky x reader

despite everyone supporting you, until they had nothing left of themselves, you still called them selfish. even when your parents drained their entire wallet, because you were in extreme need for gas, college debt, food, it still wasn't enough, you'd beg for more. even if you try rationalizing your actions, behind your sick lies are even more sick truths. you remember those hours you'd beg on your knees until they were bruised and red, because you were desperate for a few dollars left in your parents card? you should never forget the horrible things you've done. you knew your family was struggling, they could hardly even afford scraps on the table for themselves, they couldn't even pay the bills, because of you. how can you see someone silently crying, as they try holding in their pain? monster, you're a monster. you're like a leach sucking every bit of support and happiness anyone gives you, only to push them away when they can no longer serve you purpose. now, who will you call? you have no one.

it was three am on the dot, you've been trying to ignore and decline his calls, but he won't stop. you told him, you would block him and even report him to the police, if he starts with his bullshit again, but both of you know, especially you, he won't stop, he doesn't care.

at some point, you couldn't ignore his excessive calling, and you finally rolled over to your night stand. as you picked up your phone, it felt heavy, heavy with all the burdens and memories it carries. its screen cracked, your parent slammed it onto the ground, because you refused to unlock it and let them see what's inside. your disturbing behavior was becoming inexcusable, you locked yourself away inside your room, you were constantly sneaking out, and wouldn't stop begging for money and extreme privacy, you said it was because you needed it immediately for college reasons, and you would pay them back, but you never did. if you were in a rush, your tongue would slip, you would admit it was for your boyfriend. god, how much your parents hated him, you hated him too, though your reasoning wasn't as justifiable as theirs. they had gone in debt, because of you and him, constantly going out to drink and party, and spend money recklessly.

stop.. it doesn't matter now, they're gone, reminiscing on your actions doesn't help you find where it obviously went wrong, they can't be changed, it only makes your heart sink into your chest, do you even have one- no, just stop, you already know the answer.

your phone vibrated, in your hand, you doze off again. reading the message on your lock screen, masky texted, 'answer the phone, bitch. i know you hear me calling.' a long dragged breath, softly left your lips. it wasn't his aggressive and inconsiderate message, that hurt you, its the fact that you guys broke up three months ago, and he isn't trying to reconcile or apologize, for throwing rocks at your windows, because you didn't wanna drive him out of town at 1 am, or how he got you completely kicked out of college, because he convinced you to cheat on all of your most important exams, so you could both spend more time together, and forced you to take drugs and snuss on the campus.

you watched as the phone vibrated again, a new message showed on screen, 'im gonna leak your nudes to your boss, if you don't answer rn.' you had just picked up your first job in years, you had been leaching off your parents generosity, they told you they'd pay for your fees and debts, so you didn't have to stress over a job. now, that their gone, you were forced to find one. you didn't like working at a gas station, you didn't even like working in general. you're constantly dozing off and your social skills aren't good either, but beggars can't be choosy, right?

as masky's call showed on your screen, you finally answered, ''why the fuck haven't you been answering?"' his voice was loud and harsh. in the distance you could hear music blasting, he must be at the club.. great. taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and let your body sink further into the sheets. ''it's 3:10 am, masky..'' you only had a few hours before your shift, too. ''don't start with that shit, i know you've been hearing me calling you.. don't tell me you put your phone on do not disturb, again?'' before you could even think, you spoke firmly, ''no.'' you remembered the last time you did that, he really did almost send his friends your nudes. you could hear his friend hoodie speaking to him about something, however you couldn't decipher much, his line was glitching, they chatted for few minutes, ''hello?'' you finally spoke, you were tired and if he had nothing important to talk about, then you were going to hang up. a minute past, they stopped talking, ''come to the club, you know which one.'' you rolled your eyes, you didn't have time for this, you had work. but, before you could argue, he hung up. ''fucking asshole..'' you muttered under your breath.

you knew you shouldn't, you wanted to disgust him, make him see the real you, show him your heavy eyebags, messy hair, chapped lips. you should've just come the way you were and not give into the crave of male validation, but you love him, or at least the validation he gives, and you have no self worth in you left to respect yourself. you wore a tight black dress, that pushed up your chest, your favorite heels, and his favorite perfume, that makes him rock hard whenever he smells it. god, you hated him, but you hate yourself more.

as you walked into the busy club, the stench of alcohol and smoke was strong, and almost nauseating to some, but to you, it was calming, it reminded you of him.

you didn't even need to ask where he was, or even look around, your feet moved on autopilot, you already knew where to go, the vip rooms.

the music quieting and people began to lessen. taking in a slow breath, you opened the door and walked towards his room. sitting on a black chair smoking, ''hey, long time no see.'' he chuckled, his voice raspy, yet soft. ''i've missed you, i know you have too.'' he smirks at you, he knows that expression does things to you, its the same expression that makes you beg for more and has you on your knees for him. his legs spread, as he puts out his cigarette in the ash tray. no words needed to be said for you to know, he wants you to come closer, sit on his lap. ''i really have..'' you couldn't help, but smile like a idiot. his gentle words so contrasting from the harsh ones, it makes you wonder why you'd hate him in the first place, moments like those, can't compare to moments like these. you walked towards him, with that stupid smile on your lips. it was just you two, no one else, no one could judge or criticize you on how your body almost limps completely as you sit on his lap, like a rag doll. your lips practically crash together, your kiss was hot and messy, it felt so good, yet so wrong, you feel sick and perverted, but maybe you like i that way..

[aruhimeswritingnest]

So apparently I've been mishearing WayV's Call Me lyrics the whole time and make it more angsty than it should be lmao.

It's Yangyang's verse, this one:

[Hendery] This is urgent, I've been up all night just tossin' turnin' Need to hear your voice, but I'd rather see you in person I know beggars can't be choosy, honestly and truly I'll take what you give me, I don't need too many [Yangyang] Minutes of your time, just a few tonight You've been in my head, you've been on my mind I'll be leaving kisses through the phone Right before the tone

I've been singing along to Yangyang's verse with:

I believe in kisses through the phone, But before the tone.

The Drama! The Angst! I was about to make this into an epigraph of my fic so I searched up the whole lyrics, and imagine my shock lmao.

I think I will still use the misheard lyrics, just for extra angst.

[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"