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This time of year was always the worst for the pâtissier. On top of the usual bustle the city's gym brought in, orders for chocolates and custom pastries for the upcoming holiday were unending. Sure, Oliver loved his job, and he couldn't complain about the extra income, but he'd be up for the next week just trying to get everything done in time.
Not that he'd ever let any of that show of course.
It was with his usual smile that he waved out the final of the day's patrons out the door. The rose haired man was stuck closing the shop alone as Mally had . . . something going on tonight, he really couldn't recall. He was just grateful for his team who were already helping with the clean-up process. . . . Though some were definitely proving to be of more help than others.
He'd just been about to make his way around the counter and head for the door himself to lock up, when Oliver noticed a silhouette approaching the door. Fuck. So much for closing on time.
Returning the key's to his pocket, Oliver leaned against the glass of the display case, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as the familiar chime of a bell ushered in the latest arrival, one he'd seen many times on the screens that littered the walls of the shop.
❝Welcome to Sweet Mistakes~! It's always an honor to have our very own gym leader stop by.❞
As if to accentuate his greeting, the man's shiny floette twirled in the air above his shoulder in greeting.
❝Make yourself comfortable, and let me know what I can get for you~!❞
It hadn't necessarily been his intention to bother a shop that was on the cusp of closing up; ordinarily he'd avoid walking in within fifteen minutes before. However, there are times where exceptions must be made, and as a pair of young trainers run past the door without noticing him inside, Bede can at least appreciate that the lone worker didn't seem upset.
Bede waits a couple seconds to ensure the pursuing trainers didn't double back around before addressing the person in front of him, prefacing his response with a small sigh.
"I hope you can pardon the intrusion. I had been meaning to give this place a look, though I'd hoped it would have been during reasonable hours."
Though the gym leader's tone is tinged with irritation, it's clear that the sentiment is not directed at Oliver. Lowering himself into a chair, he casts a quick glance over at the display case. Right. If he's going to hide away in here, he may as well buy something ( after all that running, he's overdue for a pick-me-up anyways ).
"If you've got anything citrus flavored you haven't already packed away, that would do nicely. I don't intend to hold you up for long."
❝Are you kidding? As soon as I lock up that door, I go right back to baking up orders. If anything you're buying me more time to relax. And at least you're apologetic about it. Most aren't . . .❞ And he meant most of it too. As much as he did love baking, he could use a break.
After grabbing a plate and fetching a treat from the case, Oliver made his way over to where his guest had perched himself. ❝Hope mini citrus pavlovas are alright. Most go for the chocolate ones, so I usually have a few left over at the end of the night. Want any tea or coffee to go with it?❞
While the shopkeep wasn't always known for his perception, he had noticed the gym leader's demeanor upon entering the shop, or rather, it looked like he was trying to escape something. Making his way over to the door, Oliver flipped the sign to closed and turned the lock.
❝We're pokemon friendly here by the way, so if you want to let your team out, feel free. I make desserts that are pokemon safe too if you're interested.❞
Vicious let out a short laugh at that shaking his head lightly. "Names work fine for me, I'm good at tracking things down."
"Sushi it is then. The winner gets to pick were we go for desert and drinks afterwards as well, which seems fair. Sushi isn't far from here about maybe a five-minute walk, maybe seven given your shorter stride," he quipped lightly as he led them towards the place.
❝Noted~. And have fun with it too~!❞ The cocky jerk deserved it, and besides, he was pretty vocal about praising himself so finding him should be easy.
❝Deal~!❞ Oliver grinned, he was familiar enough with the area to know a few decent options for when he won.
Though at the quip, he looked up at the other and stuck out his tongue.
❝Hey, I might be short, but I'm not slow. I've kept up this long, haven't I?❞
Vicious grinned a little at Ollie's statement and antics, amused by his response.
However, that mood was quickly lost by the other's words as soon as the peacemaker left the area. Shame the idiot didn't know Vicious was being polite for Ollie's sake. The head turned to look at the other, friendliness no longer showing as he smiled. The counter would not save the man if he wanted to cause harm, and he wanted the other to know it.
"Your brother made me a new outfit and asked if I could swing by to pick it up, that's all. He's a good friend of mine, and I do enjoy his company when we meet up. I hadn't realized I was crashing a birthday party or I would have picked something up on my way over," he stated simply, locking eyes with the other after scanning him over once, slowly walking around the counter at a lazy pace, hand resting in his pockets. "Who are you again? I'm afraid I don't remember every grunt I run into on the base, you all blend together I'm afraid. I'll let the rudeness slide because we aren't at work, but do remember I am your superior."
❝If that's the case you'd best be prepared for something overly effeminate. That or just absolutely gaudy. I didn't take you for the flashy outfit kind of guy.❞ Gideon scoffed. He wasn't so much surprised by hearing Oliver crafting clothing for the man, but more-so that he willingly came to accept it. And that he claimed the pair were friends. This was definitely some sort of joke.
When Vicious began to make his way around the counter, Gideon instinctively took a step backwards, although it was obvious he attempted to stop himself and hold his ground. It seemed feeling he had homefield advantage, and the assumption Ambrose would come to his defense was emboldening him.
❝Clearly your memory must be hazy, as I'm most certainly not a grunt. I'm a scientist. Son of Sebastian.❞
While Ambrose definitely had no intention of defending his idiot of a brother, he did clear his throat to offer Vicious a drink in an attempt to keep the peace.
❝Not surprised Ols didn't tell you, he tends to avoid the topic of our birthday like the plague.❞ He chuckled. ❝Still crazy to think all of us are twenty-seven now with how different we all look.❞
"I Got something for you from Vici- Vic" he stated holding up a small parcel in his hands, as he stood and started looking around the place, similar reaction and expression to a small kid being brought into a store for the first time. "He didn't tell me it was a cake shop! This is freaking amazing, isn't it Kage?" he rambled to the bird, who just cawed in agreement from her perch. "Ah, where are my manners, Don't tell him I forgot about them, or I'll get lectured again. I'm Leal and this is Kage" he greeted pointing at the Murkow on his head. "Vic made something and asked me to drop it off since I was heading this way and stuff."
He handed over the package, filled with custom ball covers for Ollie, though he seemed fully distracted by the food counter filled with different sweets.
Oliver's head lulled to the side as he listened to the stranger's explanation. Oh, so he knew Vish! He'd have to text the man later to thank him, and of course complain that he didn't come himself.
His fixation on the treat case caused the pink haired man to smirk in amusement.
❝Well, if you're friends with Vishy, and were oh-so kind as to deliver some gifts for me, I guess it's only fair I let you and Kage each pick out a treat as a thank you.❞ He motioned toward the case with an over-emphasized motion.
❝Does Vish usually send you on errands like this? And don't worry, your secret is safe with me~.❞
FORGIVENESS
"what should i apologize for; what i am or what i'm not?" oh, little hero, how close are you to crumbling under the weight on your shoulders? how heavy has that heart of yours gotten? how deeply has the guilt burrowed into your bones? how permanently has the grief been seared into your soul? you were so tender, and the world so cruel. loss after loss after loss, each another chip on your shoulder. because you deserved it, didn't you? if you could be better...faster...stronger...smarter...then maybe it wouldn't have happened. right? the blood stains your hands, and it won't wash out will it? but darling, it's never been your fault. you've learned to turn the rage and the regret, the guilt and the grief, inwards. if you're hurt, it's your own fault isn't it? because then there's a reason for it, because it gives you some semblance of control, doesn't it? what you seek is forgiveness, for your perceived wrongs. but oh, little skeleton, you do not need it. stop blaming yourself for what was beyond your control. let go of the past. grow. and learn to breathe with both of your lungs. stop choking on your own self hatred. the weight will ease, i promise. i love you.
"I was originally a programmer at Sliph Co. But I hated it and ended up doing whatever is needed in an area to fund my travels," he admitted with a shrug, "I like wandering better, I get to see and learn new things daily."
The Rotom buzzed around in excitement at the promise, earning another chuckle from the man.
"He likes sour foods mostly, he likes most things though. I'll buy stuff for my other Pokemon if that's alright?" He assumes their shop is close by, but doesn't want to cause problems for the other, he does need to find a place to stay or camp as well soon.
❝Fair enough! I always thought most big businesses are a little sketchy anyway. My little shop is great, though I wouldn't be opposed to adding a little boutique on the side~. That way I could mix my passions.❞
Carefully tucking the loli bag into his pack, Ollie began the charge back toward the shop.
❝Sour? I can work with that~. Would he want one shaped like him?❞ It may take a little time, as he wasn't sure he had any prepared, but Oliver was always up for a challenge.
He laughed to himself at the other's determination to pay him. ❝If you really want to, I won't say no. So where have you all traveled to anyway?❞
Kats nodded. "Yeah, I think I could use a comfy seat after that landing. And don't worry too much about Hoopa. So far, they've apparently been careful not to drag anyone else along with me."
He paused for a moment. "Ah, want me to go around front or follow you in?"
❝Sweet~! Not sure a surprise trip would be that great of an idea right now. My business partner might get a little irritated.❞ He laughed, though he figured it could also be fun, figuring out how to get home might not be so much, and it would probably be pricy . . .
Oliver considered his next question a moment before turning to look back at the shop's back door.
❝. . . Yeah. It would probably be for the best you use the front door. Otherwise Mally might get the wrong idea as to what I was doing back here . . . I'll meet you at the counter and you can pick something out. Do you prefer coffee or tea? I could make you some as well.❞
(( ...apologies for radio silence over here. The grumpy cat has stolen the braincell lately. But in an attempt to drag my happy butt back, anyone interested in some plotting? ))
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 . ( a collection of mixed action prompts. adjust phrasing as desired. potentially mature content within. )
[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."
[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.
[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."
[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.
[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.
[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.
[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."
[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."
[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."
[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."
[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.
[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”
[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"
[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.
[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.
[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."
[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"
[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"
[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.
[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."
[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."
[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."
[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."
[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."
[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."
[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"
[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."
[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."
[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."
[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"
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Leal's head popped into the store, clearly looking for something or someone, upon spotting the pink hair he grinned and entered, raising his hand in greeting. "Looking for a pink hair dude named Oliver, You him?"
Oliver looked up from his place behind the counter at the familiar sound of the bell's chime.
❝Welcome to Sweet Mistakes~!❞ He greeted out of habit, eyes fixed upon the newcomer as he looked about the shop. Was he meeting someone here or something?
Watching him approach and pose his question, a playful grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
❝Hmmm . . . My hair does happen to be pink, and my name is Oliver, though most people call me Ollie, so I just might be~! What can I do for you?❞
Markus just offered the other man a grin at that.
"The world be a better place if they did. but if most people were like me, society would probably collapse" he replied with a teasing tone, " I can't stand working for people so I free-lance everything and then switch clients once the job is done."
"But if you insist, I won't say no to free sweets." There was a soft buzzing sound as his Rotom returned holding a familiar bag, seeming quite pleased with itself. "Seems Ram is a bit faster than the two of us"
❝You say that like it won't anyway.❞ Oliver chuckled, before nodding in agreement. ❝That's why I opened my own business, the freedom is nice. I never did like being told what to do. What do you do exactly anyway?❞
Spotting the rotom with his bag, Ollie clapped in delight.
❝My hero~! Ram will definitely be getting a thank you treat for this one at least. What sorts of flavors do they like?❞
"Gee I wonder why" he retorted with a slight smile, enjoying the sarcasm and humour of the younger one as they walked.
"Since it's an eating competition, you game for all-you-can-eat sushi? Or do you want something else?" he asked in a lazy tone as he thought over the nearby places. "If you want drinks with it I know a good bar for our competition if you prefer"
❝His face is only fit for radio, I'd know, I had to see it everyday growing up.❞ Ollie smirked. ❝We're not identical, that much is for sure.❞
He contemplated the options, if the other was paying both could be fun. Though Oliver knew his habits when it came to alcohol, so he'd rather be sober when it came to his future victory.
❝Sushi could work. We can always go for drinks after. Loser can be the one to treat along with whatever prize they choose~.❞
Dio chuckles and holds onto Oliver tighter, making it clear he would never let him fall. “I’ll make sure you don’t regret it~” he winked and then carried him in his arms all the way to the vampire’s home. “I won’t let you take a step until you are in my house.” Then in the blink of an eye there they were right in front of Dio’s mansion.
“I hope you don’t mind how big the place is.” Once inside Dio gave Oliver a kiss on the lips and then gently put him back down onto his feet. “Make yourself at home, now do you want something to drink or would you rather drink from me?~” said Dio while licking his lips and taking off his shirt revealing all those large muscles he had as well as the scar around his neck.
Clearly his attempts at concealing his nerves hadn't gone unnoticed, although he was glad to see Dio didn't call him out on it. Instead the other gave him reassurance in the fact he wouldn't meet the ground anytime soon. Oliver loosened his hold on the larger man with a chuckle of his own.
❝Something tells me being disappointed isn't something I need to worry about tonight~.❞ He was surprised as to how quickly they'd arrived at the man's home, and even more-so by the sheer size of it. Now he was questioning if he wanted Dio to see the humble little shop.
Though Oliver was quickly pulled from his thoughts, returning the kiss before his feet met the ground. Blue eyes took in the room before returning to his host with a grin. Even though he said to make himself at home, Ollie had a feeling it wasn't the mansion he'd be getting a tour of.
❝Hmmm . . . I mean I had plenty to drink back at the bar, and yet only a single taste of you so far~. Not to mention I did promise you some dessert~.❞
"You asked me to come, and I was free and in the area so I figured I'd drop by" he explained with a light shrug, one arm moving to return the hug with a gentle pat. Over Ollie's head, Vicious shot a warning look at Gideon, a smile that was mostly teeth, a warning not to cause problems for Vicious or anyone in his circle.
This was probably the first time they had seen Vicious without the helmet on and in casual clothes. his hand moved to ruffle Ollie's hair as a more friendly grin was shot down at him. "Thank you for the invite, the cakes look amazing, did you make them?"
❝Do you really think my brothers would pay for a cake when they knew it's what I do for a living?❞ Sticking his tongue out toward his brother, Oliver released Vicious from his grasp. ❝Help yourself to some, I'll go get your gift~.❞
The Scientist was quiet until Oliver disappeared down the hall, sure to keep the island counter between himself and the man.
❝A little funny you're getting a gift on our birthday.❞ Gideon grumbled, still suspicious of the man's intentions. This was likely just another means to mess with him after all, his naive triplet just the catalyst to make it happen. ❝Unless you thought this was another kind of party, in which you'll be very disappointed.❞
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Send, "I'm sorry I didn't warn you." for sender to arrive on receiver's doorstep unexpectedly.
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Date with Oliver Orit. Date Fee: $51.37 Customer Comments: "I want to do...more with Oliver Orit... (Person in late 20s)"
❝Always keep 'em wanting more~.❞