#The Barista
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desperately want any attention at all so stare at my tits
MEN DO NOT INTERACT
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A doodled idea of how The Barista might look based on our relatives appearance and color-scheme!
I probably used a reference but its been years since i drew this so i dont have the file anymore!
#Found this in my old computer files and i must've drawn it when i played the first coffee talk game for the first time!#I just think an obvious resemblance would be funny#and also i love his blue purple hair#kind of looks like i genderbent silver but nooo#Silver my father(?)#DID YOU FUCK MY MOM SILVER#Hes related but its unknown how id love to learn more tho#Coffee Talk#The Barista#Silver#When i get the time im redrawing this#god those brows and the asymetricalness of it all#whatever i need to get back to my uni work
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The Barista vs. The Demon Warlock
(The link for the Demon Warlock is not displaying an image)
Propaganda under the cut:
The Barista:
The master of rhythm and an overall cool dog. They’ll get you out of a bind if you’re struggling with a minigame. If not, well, you can still talk with them. They listen to your problems and help out however they can.
Would you want to fight them? After all they’ve helped you and everyone else with? You may not incur their wrath, but what if everyone else? The connections they’ve made are strong. Would you alienate yourself by throwing the first punch?
…also you’d be punching a puppy and that’s not cool.
The Demon Warlock:
Has been alive for thousands of years, feeds off the power of people's souls, all of his kin had been hunted for centuries yet he still lived on. Also he's so powerful a literal goddess only beat him out of pure luck, and by beat I mean "save the captured kids and left" not "killed him." He created a potion that lasts forever, and can force people to do what he wants with those potions. He can destroy and create worlds if he has enough souls + a relic, also.
Reasons as to why one or the other would win are encouraged in the notes. Send in additional propaganda and I'll add it to the post!
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Finished Move It; Spoilers below cut
IT'S HER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS WAS WHAT I BANGED MY KNEE ON THE TABLE FOR.
SHE EVEN HAS AN OFFICIAL NAME NOW.
Honestly, it suits her MUCH better than Young Dragonfly. It actually fits Cricket and Mantis's naming scheme while still sounding feminine. I look forward to potentially seeing more of Cicada, even if Cricket and Mantis don't remember who she is.
Also, here's a better look at Papa Orb, who looks even more like a LocoRoco than Orby does.
Speaking of which, Oinker actually gets character billing! Good for them!
Based on the ending, it's also still entirely possible (and knowing his track record, extremely likely) that Orbulon actually IS the Voice from Above and doesn't know it.
Here's more screenshots, featuring the obligatory Rhythm Heaven Cameos and Kat and Ana hanging out with Leo.
#warioware#warioware move it#warioware spoilers#young dragonfly#cicada#papa orb#orbulon#oinker#kat and ana#leo#rhythm heaven#wrestler and reporter#the barista
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one of my shift leads was like "aelyis i have something so funny to tell u" and when she got over to me she was like. we got a review that said "the barista was wearing a dog collar. don't know how appropriate that is" and when i tell u i laughed so hard i CRUMPLED
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Katsuki just needs you to lay your eyes on him to get hard.
You can be sleepy and looking up at him with your eyes half open and he gets a boner.
Roughed up in the morning, teeth still not brushed and you just peek at him from one eye before snuggling into his open arms? He’s getting a boner.
Maybe you’re moaning with his food in your mouth while complimenting how good of a cook he is with sparkling eyes, and his blood rushes straight to his dick.
And it’s not always because he wants to fuck you, even if he does have a super high sex drive and would bend you over 4 times a day if you’d let him.
Sometimes it’s just because his heart skips a beat while thinking about how softly only you know how to look at his soul, even behind all his rough exterior.
#this is literally boss!bakugo from my barista au#just wait until they finally get together amd theyll be like this#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo smut#bakugou x reader#bnha#bakugou smut#bakugo fluff#soft bakugou#drabbles
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Barista! Soap and Businessman! Ghost?
(John MacTavish watch the damn cup!!)
#call of duty#call of duty mw3#cod#call of duty modern warfare#cod mw3#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#cod au#ghoap#barista!au
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what type of milk? 🥛
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john price x f!reader thing. unedited. ~600 words.
john price finds a dent in the driver’s door and a note tucked under a wiper.
sorry i can’t afford to pay, please forgive me x
and he’s angry, of course. who wouldn’t be? piece of shit. then he registers the looping handwriting and the little heart in the corner. interesting. he pulls the cctv. lo and behold, there she is. the culprit. some stumbling drunk buffoon.
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you probably shouldn’t have nabbed an e-scooter when you were three sheets to the wind, but you did, and fuck, you’re paying for it. you genuinely feel bad about the dent you left in the parked car last night, but you think a broken wrist and three stitches in your lip is more than enough punishment, thanks. you groan, remembering how you tossed the scooter into a bush and hiked a few streets away before calling 999. having to clock in for an opening shift added insult to injury.
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he imagines it’s rough going, working an espresso machine with a busted wrist. he supposes the manager didn’t want her as the cashier given the lip. pity, the swelling and stitches aside, she’s quite cute. but serves her right.
he wonders how she’ll react when he picks up his coffee and procures the printed still of her face, clear as day, fleeing from the scene of the crime.
he should feel bad, considering her injuries and what a barista job pays, but. it’s the principle of the thing.
“rough night?” he asks, hovering at the end of the bar.
“huh? oh, yeah. could say that,” she smiles tiredly. it’s a little strained, but still warm. “pity partied too hard.”
john’s smirk flattens. “pity party?”
“yeah,” she shrugs. “series of unfortunate events.”
like running into my car?
“what, bad date?” he jokes carefully, hiding behind a friendly grin.
“ha, guess so. it was supposed to be an anniversary dinner.” she explains dryly, looking all the more defeated as she tamps the grounds.
“supposed to be?”
she glances up, locking in the portafilter with a crank of her good arm. she finally looks a little suspicious of him. smart. “yeah.”
“i don’t mean to pry. you just seem like you could use a vent.” solid recovery.
it works. she considers a moment, shrugs again, and nods as she pulls the shot. “guess so,” she licks her lip and looks back, evidently deeming him harmless. not smart.
“found out he was cheating, called him on it, and he stormed out. after we ordered.”
that’s. that’s not what he expected. but it stirs something oddly protective. john’s a bit old-fashioned, he’s the first to admit it, so to hear about a man carrying himself so poorly? a man running around on a pretty thing like her?
it doesn’t sit well with him. car be damned.
“so how’d you…” he prompts, nodding at the cast.
“oh, yeah, we ordered some fancy wine. i drank most of the bottle alone, sobbing,” she cracks a self-deprecating smile and it dislodges something in his chest. “but the server didn’t charge me for dessert. i, uh, fell on my way home.”
crashed. you crashed into my car.
“sounds terrible.”
“it was. the whole night was. anyway.” she pauses to slide a pen from her apron to write on the cup. “americano to go?” she asks, pushing the drink over the counter, eyes floating to the next order.
john spots the same little heart, the looping letters. he looks back at her, plugging along despite the clear heartache and injuries. he sighs, crumpling the print out in his pocket.
“think i’ll have it to stay, actually,” he mumbles, knowing she doesn’t hear him as she makes the next drink.
he camps out at a table where he can watch her. there’s a dent in his car, but he’s decided there’s a barista-sized hole in his life.
#john price#price is right#price x f!reader#price x female reader#no I don’t know what this is either#self-indulgent tbh#why can’t I have met john price when I was a drunk barista#we love readers taking Ls around here#also I bet cctv footage is ass but in fic land it’s not pls forgive me
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Really need to get a nice leather leash just for mutts like you.
MEN DO NOT INTERACT
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Coffee shop shenanigans from my own version of the trope 😌
#I drew this. I think at the very end of last year#if I posted it already I apologize#but Neil! you can’t just say stuff like that#you’re gonna KILL the barista#fan art#my art#aftg#all for the game#coffee shop au#neil josten#andrew minyard
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Skulduggery Pleasant vs. The Barista
Propaganda under the cut:
Skulduggery Pleasant:
He's a skeleton- as in, he's already died and came back as a skeleton. He can fly, and light fires with his hands. He has a gun, and a cool car. He's "lived" for hundreds of years (444 years to be exact). Also he's the most powerful former general of an army of sorcerers trying to take over the world, with black armour containing the powers of necromancers, who can kill anyone almost immediately. Pre-first death, he used to be in an infamous resistance group called "The Dead Men", named that because they kept going on missions which people deemed as Suicide Missions, and then they kept coming back alive. He was literally only killed when his wife and children died in front of him (so he went mad) and then he was poisoned by a trap so he could no longer move. His body was burned, his bones were thrown into a river and his soul stayed with his bones and he quite literally pieced himself back together. This guy cannot be killed.
The Barista:
The master of rhythm and an overall cool dog. They’ll get you out of a bind if you’re struggling with a minigame. If not, well, you can still talk with them. They listen to your problems and help out however they can. Would you want to fight them? After all they’ve helped you and everyone else with? You may not incur their wrath, but what if everyone else? The connections they’ve made are strong. Would you alienate yourself by throwing the first punch? …also you’d be punching a puppy and that’s not cool.
Reasons as to why one or the other would win are encouraged in the notes. Send in additional propaganda and I'll add it to the post!
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name moodboard: order for “neha” | want one?
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Some shy Bucky with meddling Sam and Steve and a cute little baker.
Bucky hummed at the warm drink that danced on his tongue, a new creation that the sweet girl at the bakery had insisted he try. He wasn’t big on experimenting but ever since he’d visited the shop, he couldn’t say no to the human form of sunshine that stood behind the counter, always offering him something new to she’d made. Today, the flavors of vanilla and praline were infused in his coffee, your latest combination you had made just for him.
“So, thoughts?” You smiled hopefully, the twinkle in your eyes making Bucky blush like a school boy.
“It’s delicious doll, thank you” He slid you a 5, shaking his head when you tried to give him back change, “Keep it, if anything I should be paying you more for something that good”
You giggled, waving goodbye to the handsome super soldier as he left, the dainty bell to the door of your shop ringing on his way out. What started off as a one time thing became a daily occurrence; Bucky would go for a morning walk or run and stop by the bakery before making his way back. He enjoyed his new routine, getting a coffee, talking to the angel that worked there, grabbing a cookie, getting to see her smile, trying a new drink, fuck, that sweet laugh.
Now that it was getting warmer, you’d started to introduce him to cold drinks with fruit flavors and different colors. It had been almost three months since he’d first visited; your bakery was a sold part of his day now and he going to change it any time soon.
“I’ll be able to open a whole new shop with how much you keep tipping me Jamie” you shook your head while he chuckled, sliding the change back to you.
“Well if there's anyone that deserves it, it’s you” The smirk he gave you caused butterflies to fly madly around your tummy; you had no business crushing on the handsome soldier but he made it so hard!
Bucky couldn’t stop smiling as he walked back to the compound, humming to himself with another new creation of yours to try. He wouldn’t quite remember the name of what you’d given him but he loved it nonetheless, adoring the sprinkles you added on top just because.
"I thought you only drank black coffee” Sam cocked an eyebrow from where he was sitting in the kitchen as Bucky walked in, seeing the bright pink and blue drink the brunette was holding. A shit eating grin made it’s way to his face while Bucky groaned.
“Don’t start-
“Who is she. C’mon, big grumpy, staring machine like you drinking unicorn in a cup?”
“There is no she” Bucky hissed while Sam raised his hands in defeat, not the least bit convinced.
“Whatever you say”
One nosy, sneaky Sam and Steve mission later,
“For fucks sake, Dear God” Bucky groaned seeing his two best friends already sitting at the counter chatting up his angel, both men grinning when they heard Bucky walk in.
“Hi Jamie!” you smiled while Steve chuckled to himself seeing the brunette glower at them.
“Awww, hi Jamie” Sam cooed, making a kissy face that Bucky would’ve smacked off if you weren’t standing right there. “We didn’t know you came to this place”
“Jamie comes here all the time” You smiled, making his regular order while Bucky huffed, his annoyance melting away watching you flit behind the counter, handing him his coffee and a fresh cookie.
“Does he now” Steve snorted, looking at Bucky watching you with heart eyes,
“Y’know, y/n was saying she wanted to see that movie you’ve been going on about” Sam stated, nudging Bucky’s shoulder, “You know the one you’ve been dying to see too? Maybe you could both go. Thanks for the coffee y/n”
Bucky stared at Sam with panicked wide eyes, the pink on his cheeks spreading to his neck and ears. Sam and Steve made their way out while Steve gave Bucky’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze along with a knowing smile.
Go for it.
“You - wouldn’t-with me- would-would you want to?” He sputtered out while you giggled with a nod making him relax. “Sorry, it’s been so long” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, collecting himself. “and my friends are idiots”
“I’d love you” you whispered, leaning over to give he blushing soldier a peck on his cheek.
“It’s a date, doll” Bucky winked, loving the bashful smile you gave him, his charming self slowly coming back. He’d eventually owe Sam and Steve $20 each when they end up being the best men at his wedding but it would be worth it.
#bucky barnes fluff#James Buchanan Bucky Barnes#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky fluff#bucky barns fanfiction#bucky barnes x fluff#bucky barnes x freader#Bucky Barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x reader fluff#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes x barista freader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fan fiction#bucky barnes fan fic#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky fanfic#bucky fan fiction#Marvel AU#marvel fanfic#marvel fluff#avengers fluff#soft bucky barnes#soft bucky#bucky imagine
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Have a great day ✨ ❤
#an art#sdr2#super danganronpa 2#danganronpa 2#akane owari#Fashion Friday#....Thursday#I live in a cold and dark place and yet I collect sunglasses. This says something about me. That something is Style Never Quits !!!#The barista here is SO sweet and nice I wanna give her a big kiss on the cheek#I have had a great day today ☀️ an unusually delightful day. And I'm NOT on any drugs!
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Finally got polls, and I’m a barista, so here ya go
#polls#tumblr polls#coffee#coffee shop#barista#if I get even a few responses on this it’ll be a miracle
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