Feb 24, 2017
itsguzmaniac replied to your photo: !!!!! my mom got me rockruff like i asked her to...
// You’re so cute c:
thank you holy heckle man c:
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itsguzmaniac replied to your photo: !!!!! my mom got me rockruff like i asked her to...
// You’re so cute c:
thank you holy heckle man c:
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He snuggled up against her, his arms draped around her as he held her close. He really was in the cuddle mood, he had no clue why, but he was.
✘ - This was unexpected- but by all means, there was no complaining.
Plumes was a secret little cuddle bug, so her arms draped around him too. Snugglin' in nice and close to the big ol' boss. Head tucking under his head, to nuzzle her face into his chest.
Well, ain't it Valentinez day soon?
She nodded, almost solemnly. She had no Valentine, even if her eyes were ever on her boss. “Yes, sir. Is there anything I can help you with? Maybe help you look extra nice for some special lady or man?”
'Yo! Emi, baby! Come to ya boi!~ <3'
“B-baby?” she repeated, cheeks flushing at his tone and word choice. But she came to him anyways. “A-anything I can help you with, Boss?”
[Mobile complications would make this extra long, so new post to keep up with @itsguzmaniac !]
“I do my best to maintain that trust, Master.” Loch took the bowl and poured the boss the milk before handing it back with a bow, though practiced ease meant the stuff didn’t spill.
“I assume you mean good-whack… .” The admin hummed, taking the milk to heat on the stove. He didn’t use the slang that the rest of the gang did most of the time, never really found himself using it even when he was just starting and trying to assimilate, but he knew what it meant the majority of the time–although ‘whack’ was one of those words that required context clues sometimes, but cocoa and Guzma in the same instance was never a negative. He reached into one of the cabinets, pulling out a box of tapu cocoa, one of the few things grunts rarely dared to touch unless on assignment, and sat it on the counter while the milk itself heat up. “Would you like anything else, Master Guzma?”
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Good morning/Evening to you pall! I've actually never dared to approach you like this but in all honesty I must admit that I enjoy reading your RP's with Plum & Lusamine, you two nail dat shit real good yo 👌
meme: what is the most noticeable thing about my writing style? ››
THANK YOU!!! i’m so happy you “dared” to approach me like this lmao <3 i have multiple rps with multiple plums & lusamines so idk if you mean specific ones but i’m going to tag cookie’s blogs @plumeriaxskull @luusamiine bc... COOKIE!!! :^) there will definitely be more of these rps to come yo so stay tuned~
Satisfied || { Closed RP |
{ Closed Starter for @itsguzmaniac }
Cara Hart had not wanted to step foot on Alola for at least another few years.
It was a vacation spot - a place that she wished to retire from the retired life that she was living. Warm beaches, sunny skies, and waters as deep and as blue as your wildest dreams could imagine. She had read the advertisements in the multiple travel brochures that were in the different hotel rooms.
Plenty of the travel shows in Kalos and Unova spoke of Alola as if it was a paradise. She thought that was odd, since the moment she had gotten to the islands, she had seen nothing but sand, water, and plans for something better. In short - it was all very boring.
“Here’s your change.” The cashier grinned, “Thank you for shopping with us!”
The email from Mr. Kukui was promptly deleted when she read the subject line:
“Help with the New Alolan Elite Four, Miss Hart?”
Cara had ignored the calls from Mr. Kukui for weeks. She was certain the man would have gotten the hint that she wasn’t interested in speaking to him. What advice he hoped to garner from the retired trainer and former champion was beyond her. Building a League was not nearly as difficult as everyone made it out to be: Find a mountain, build a temple, and shove the best of 4 different types inside. Voila, you had a league.
But Mr. Kukui was hearing none of it. The ticket was purchased and it would be rude to have him spend all the money on the accommodations for her not to show up. Cara tried to argue, offered to reimburse for the ticket and hotel room.
"I don’t want anything to do with your League. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” Cara smiled to the cashier, taking the bag and ducking back into the heat of the Alolan air. Even at night, the humidity made her shirt stick to her back and her skin feel sticky. Not many people were walking the streets due to the heat. Which was also odd...
When she first arrived, what appeared to be gangsters could be found practically swinging from the alleyways and rooftops. The streets were...eerily quiet that night.
Until she heard shouting from one of the alleyways - sounds of a fight.
Best keep her nose out of it.
“Oi! ‘ou fuckin’ owe us, man!” One of the men shouts, shoving at Guzma.
“We did fuckin’ everything’ for you man!” Another man shouts.
The third stands quietly in the background, glaring at the other man.