[BlackMarbleCat]

Username: BlackMarbleCat
Name: Ki-Ki
Gender: Female
Their Job & What They Think of It: Ki-Ki runs a small sweets shop called "Exotic Delights". She manages it on her own, and the large variety of sweets she offers are based off of exotic ingredients like rare tropical fruits and special kinds of sugar. Some say that before she serves the customer, she sprinkles a little magic sugar on the top to give the treat a little extra flavor. Although this magic sugar dosent effect the customer, people say it's what really makes the sweets special and unique. Ki-Ki's business gives her just enough money to buy the ingredients she needs, and even if she gets few customers daily, she loves her job. She enjoys baking for both her customers and for herself. If she had the money, Ki-Ki would definitely open up another ship at another location, and hire more people so others can experience the delicious treats she has to offer.

[happysparrow]

Username:
happysparrow
Name:
Konpeitō
Gender:
Male
Their Job & What They Think of It:
Konpeitō works with just what his name suggests - the little star-shaped sugar candies! Each candy begins as a tiny sugar crystal, and slowly Konpeitō adds liquid sugar until it's exactly the right shape and size. The process reminds him of greatly of how people may start out small, but can become great with patience and effort. This is an analogy he also enjoys sharing with his customers, and his wise insights also gained him a fair little following who come to him for counsel and advice. Konpeitō loves to socialize, and loves the opportunity to help others through his little shop.

He spends his days selling his candy from a small shop in the marketplace, and is ALWAYS ready with free samples for someone who looks like they need a smile! He loves his job more than anything in the world, and although it doesn't make him much money (as he ends up gifting or eating most of the candy - oops), he wouldn't trade it for anything!

[Blumoonwolf]

Username:
Blumoonwolf

Name:
Lonan;
irish // 'little blackbird'

Gender:
Female

Their Job & What They Think of It:
The city streets were cold and damp, barely lit up by the flickering street lights.
A dark-furred kalon, barely visible, quickly strode into the alley, eyes flicking back and forth.

Kneeling down, she pulled out the cans of spray paint from her bag. She didn’t know what she was going to paint, but the ideas and the colors would come without thinking, like clockwork.

Lonan's job is to pass on stories, to prevent them from fading and being forgotten altogether.
She does this through not only writing and talking, but through art and poetry too.
What seems 'magical' about her job, is that the inspiration and stories themselves seem to come from nowhere; ringing like a forgotten memory or a murky dream. When inspiration hits, she's up and running to get it down before it leaves.

It was mostly blues and greens this time, cool colors that as she colored became spirals and lines melting into one another as gravity worked in her favor. As she painted, words and names came to mind, like a muddy memory. A forgotten story. A quiet melody.

Time passed, and slowly her cautious glances stopped, and she relaxed, letting the details flow into the image. A sudden flurry of noise sent her jumping, out of trance. A black bird, maybe a city crow had startled, leaving her shaking.

What puzzles others about Lonan is her attitude towards her job. She's jumpy and never wants to speak- and yet when she tells a story, it's like something clicks in her. Her eyes light up, as if she had been standing there herself, and she relaxes, letting the words become something more.
But the moment the tale ends, she backs away, once again anxious and apologetic, seemingly upset at herself for the outburst despite the encouragement from others.

She took a quick look at her picture, but whatever inspiration had left her. It was only half done, only the barest essentials showed. Nothing whispered about why the captain had braved the storm, or why the sky had suddenly decided to wreck it’s anger.
Her heart hadn’t calmed down yet, and her anxiety wouldn’t let it. Eyes flicking back and down the alleyway again, she looked only to see nothing. She was still alone.

The job to Lonan is constant and hard, sometimes stressful when she's speaking to a bigger crowd or watching people look at the art. What makes all that worth it though, is the faces of others as they listen, and the numerous smiles she gets from those who seem to love what she creates. Sometimes it’s those things alone that drive her to tell stories on her own time; she loves the reactions of smaller kals, and lets them add to the story being told when they have an idea, letting them create their own sort of magic.
Whatever happens, she can never say her job is boring- she travels (by her own choice) because of it, and it often leads to smaller, rather interesting, jobs.

The next morning another kalon entered the alley, a baker carrying fresh ingredients and ready to start the day early. Looking at the wall he had passed without a mere glance hundreds of times, he saw what had caught his attention.

Colors, splashed across the surface, and for just the blink of an eye, he thought he saw the image move; a stormy sky, swirling and twisting, a ship caught in the fray, rocking harshly with rocks ready to impale. He thought he saw great white albatrosses spread their wings. Blinking in shock, he pulled away. As he did, whatever had seemed special faded away. Before him, was just another image, like any other..

Huffing, he snorted at his imagination, walking past and into his shop.
Just like any other day.

(636 words)

Art;
The art is my own!! (It's so sketchy but I had a ton of fun drawing this character <33)

-- Sorry for the huge chunks of text, I tried adding an image or two to help but they made it look worse. I used this for editing my image

[hopegracecatdog]

Username:
Name:
Hopegracecatdog

Kamaji


Gender:


Female



Their Job & What They Think of It:
WIP

[dogfury]

Username:
dogfury

Name:
ace

Gender:
male

Their Job & What They Think of It:
Ace’s job is working at his dad’s bakery. His siblings work there alongside him, which has led to a closer connection with his entire family. He works the register, but despises most of the customers that come. He’s not much of a “people person”, and many of the people that order are exuberant and lively. He gets annoyed quickly.
He doesn’t like his job very much and would prefer to bake the pastries instead of deal with others.
Ace would like working at the cash register a lot more if he were more social. He can work there pretty well if the customers were more relatable.

[QueenAxolotl]

Username:
NurseGlowButt
Name:
Duke, but you can call me Dulce, a nickname I got at my job, which means sweet in Spanish
(Duke, but call him Dulce)
Gender:
I'm one rad dude
(Male)
Their Job & What They Think of It:
What do I work as? Heh, well if you really want to know, I'm a chef in Mexican restaurant, called Pablanos! Surprised? Hahaha, so am I! I started working there when I was pretty young to help pay off some debts that my family owed, but I ended up actually liking it. When I first started, I was a waiter and the dish boy. I loved bringing out delicious smelling foods and seeing people smile real big, almost as big as the burritos I was handing to them.
Back then, I didn't know what I wanted to do. I was basically a high school drop out with no ambitions but to help bring money home so my family can live in a house and eat. It was hard times for me and my family, but working here was what I wanted to do, and I did it dang good. After working there for so long, I decided to become a chef and work along side Papi, the guy I worked for. I didn't actually knew his real name, but to him all his employees were his niños, so we all just called him Papi. Anyways I'm getting off topic! Heh! Sorry, I tend to get a little distracted at times! That's probably why Papi wouldn't let me even TOUCH not even a small tortilla for a year!
Eventually, Papi finally gave in to my constant begging for him to take me in as his apprentice. I remember how rad it felt to finally be able to cook! I admit I wasn't so good at it first, and I would end up late at home with burns all over and my fur all sooty or greasy, but eventually I was able to make everything on the menu and even more!
By that time, I was old enough to apply to college and decided to go to culinary school! I was excited and I was happy, but it just wasn't the same as working in that small, hot, cramped kitchen back at home. Over time, I graduated with the highest honor. When I came back, Papi threw a big fiesta, where unfortunately, he suffered a major heart attack from his old age, and from partying too hard.
Papi died later on that night. It was my darkest day. He was like another dad to me, he was my papi. It was and awful feeling to close up the resraunt that I basically grew up in. Just when I was closing up for the last time, Papi's real hija, or daughter came in, basically busting through the door! I was so confused, like, how could she be so happy in a time like this?! I was a little mad at first, but then she showed me some papers. Papi put me in his will to own Pablanos!
I never expected the old man would give me his beloved resraunt to me. I now understood why his daughter was so happy. In my excitement, I hugged her tightly and said, "muchas gracias amigo mío" (thank you so much my friend)
Now that I own Pablanos, I work as head chef, I don't work to pay off the past, I work to make myself happy, my customers happy and full, and to live up to a great man.
Now that you've heard my story about my job, how I got it, and why I love it, would you like something to eat?

[Firewolf56]

Username: Firewolf56
Name: Alduin
Gender: Male
Their Job & What They Think of It:

Alduin prides himself in his work; crafting alchemical potions and poisons in his paw-made glass and stone vials, flasks, mortars, pestles and cauldrons. While he doesn't so much enjoy working with stone, he enjoys making his vials as the entire glass blowing process is one that's entranced him since his youth. Heated up, glass becomes a viscous liquid, which he handles with care as he shapes it into a proper vessel. Stone, on the other hand, is brittle and hard to work with, hence his dislike for the craft. His home is littered with chunks of rock; remnants of major mistakes when hollowing out larger stones to fit his needs.

The potions and poisons, while not his least favorite things to make, are definitely not what he would call his top favorite. While most go without a hitch, working with what ingredients he does can prove very challenging. He's been burned more than once while working with acidic bases, and occasionally something will let out an eye-burning mist when being ground up with a mortar and pestle. He also doesn't enjoy being unsure of his work, which happens almost every time he makes an alchemical brew due to the fact that he can't personally try most of them. Alduin second-guesses himself very often, and so he's taken to writing down each step he accomplishes when making his potions. While he appreciates the fact that he will never be at a loss when looking for a recipe, it can get a bit tedious having to stop and write down each action that he performs. His home is littered with recipes.

The herbs and ingredients for his brews are partially found in the wild, and partially found in his own personal garden. Exploring to find what he doesn't have readily available is a major annoyance to Alduin. He silently curses at those who order brews that require this every time they exit his homestead. Tending to his garden is also a chore, but it's a necessity. He has a green thumb, and finds it easy to grow his ingredients so long as he remembers to water them once per day. Again, because of his uncertainty about what he has or hasn't done, Alduin keeps a list near his door that reminds him to check on each plant. He appreciates his lists very much.

Overall, he doesn't particularly like his job, and would prefer to cut the alchemy and stonework from his to-do list, but stonework is a necessity and like it or not, Alduin has a ridiculous knack for working with herbs. He also makes the most profit from his potions, and while glasswork is his preference, it's nice to be able to afford food.

Art - 'Bad Batch'

[mikey]

Username: Yoosxng
Name: Starr
Gender:
Their Job & What They Think of It:
Plant nursery UwU
They're horribly clumsy, knocking over plant pots, accidently getting their tail stuck on cacti. So they just generally work as a cashier. They are not the best at talking to people and can get really quiet really quickly.

[latin]

Username; taeyeon
Name; Horace Asphodel
Gender; male
he is semi country, semi urban

I'm my own boss,
so I pick my own work days!
x
x
Sunday - ✔ (occasional)
Monday - ✘
Tuesday - ✘
Wednesday - ✔
Thursday - ✘
Friday - ✔
Saturday - ✔
x
x
I do sometimes break
routine when the park is at
it's highest peaks of
the month! But this
is my usual schedule.
Catch me while I'm here!
I do autographs and
pictures, too.
x

In the perspective of Horace, himself
Hey guys and gals! It's your favorite chandler, Horace Asphodel of the fine, fine land we
all call home! A good many of you are a big fan of my soaps and candles, so I'm here to
tell you more about them!

So I started up this business, y'know, some ten odd years ago or something. Don't
remember, it feels like a long while ago though. I started these up as a side sale
next to my lemonade stand when I was younger, since I loved wax and couldn't get
my hands off of them (but don't tell my customers from a while back that their
delicious summer treat may have contained a little bit of fire fuel), and it just
turned into this! I can now proudly exclaim that I make the finest wax items in
all of the land. My unique shapes draw in customers, alone!

The company's called Waxphodel Incorporated, kind of a play on words! Get it?
Wax and my last name, Asphodel? Waxphodel? Haha!

An idea was given to me by my former friend to start some sort of grab bag.
There would be velvety navy pouches tied with gold thread that contained three items;
a candle holder, a candle, and a soap, all handmade by me. The scents would vary and
the possibilities endless. I think those drew in my customers the most, considering my
profits upped by a total of ten percent after I released these. Gotta get those gains!

In the perspective of an "As Seen On TV" guy
Shown here is a small peek at what you may get in one of these amazing
grab bags! A little star soap, an alligator candle holder, and a giraffe candle! But what's
those weird spots on it's neck? Is that a fly I see? Umm... Anyway...

Buy now from Waxphodel Inc. today for only $10! Cheap and useful!

I applied at a theme park three years ago, hoping to set up shop there. It's a pretty cool place, with rollercoasters for the adventurists and merry-go-rounds for the younger folk, and the perfect destination for them to consider purchasing souvenirs and trinkets to cherish the day, which means it's the perfect destination for me to work there. I wasn't wrong! Statistics have shown that five percent of the visitors who come to the amusement park purchase from my stall. Exciting!!

I currently filter into four boutiques that offer to sell my items for a split profit. Around one out of every twenty visitors buy, which is much higher than I expected. I'm very glad people are seemingly enjoying my products.

Now for the process. My wax mixture is one of the many secrets of my trade, so that's not something I can reveal just yet. I've worked on that darn thing for a few years now, and it's the perfect consistency and exactly where I want it to be. Happy boss means happy customers, right? Is that how the saying goes? I'm not sure.

I work every Tuesday to crank out as many items as I can. Some sort of restocking process, you know? And I pour the mix into several molds to guarantee several different shapes. Then, I spend my nights packing them into the bags and writing neat letters in them, like 'Hey! Thanks for buying from Waxphodel Inc.! Feel free to call this number and ask about other selections of items, or any comments or concerns you may have! Have a good day! (:'. I think it brightens their day, and it definitely makes mine when I see them smile and get excited about the cool shapes we have in stock.

I think is definitely something that needs to be addressed. It has been brought to my attention many-a-times that my business may be a waste of time and it's failing by my friends and relatives, but that's okay. I'm happy, I make people happy, and that's what matters at the end of the day. I love this job!

A frequent customer agreed to be interviewed
Horace: Hey, buddy! Good to see you again!
Customer: You too, Horace. Your soaps are looking as great as ever.
Horace: You are sometimes too kind. Anyway, we're looking at your honest opinion on my chandler skills. I think we want to keep to a minimum the amount of lies we tell. Don't worry, no hard feelings - this is completely experimental. I always want to make my business better by hearing the voice of the people.
Customer: Alright, so your soaps are amazing, no doubt about that. Never have I ever seen chocolate-filled raspberry cheesecake scented soap, but hey, it's here, and it smelled phenomenal. It's good when there isn't mold on it though, which happens more than I'd like. You really need to update your backstock and throw out old products! But don't get me wrong, when it does come out right, I have trouble picking which I want to use first.
Horace: Okay, so update backstock and throw out the old waxes. Do you prefer for me to keep up with the exotic shapes and scents?
Customer: Yes please! My friends and I come here every time to buy from you and never once have we been disappointed by the strange, yet great things you bring to us.
Horace: Alrightyos, thank you for your time! See you around!
Customer: Bye, Horace.

In a third person perspective
After the interview, Horace is seen digging through old boxes and tossing moldy items into the trash. "I always want to improve based on my customer's opinions, and the one seen just now is no exception." Horace is smiling wildly at the encounter and is very giddy. "I love talking to my customers and I love being a chandler - what else could I ask for?"

[hayakawa]

❝Nσ мσɾє вåđ đɾєåмѕ.❞

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❀Uѕєɾиåмє❀
MiraculousMeow

❀Nåмє❀
Anoushka - Hindu name meaning one who fulfills their dreams and aspirations

❀Gєиđєɾ❀
Female

❀Hєɾ Jσв & Wħåт Sħє Tħιикѕ σf Iт❀
Anoushka, or "Anou" for short has a quite simple job. Sort of.
Her job is to protect children by destroying their bad dreams and replacing them with good and loving ones. Despite what you may think, the job can be done by almost anyone with a loving heart, no supernatural strengths needed.
Anou didn't exactly get to choose her job. She was born into it. Her family line is linked to the Hindu goddess of sleep, Nidra. Because she is the oldest of her siblings and possesses blood of Nidra, it is her duty to preform this job.
Anou takes her job very seriously. By law she has to start the job when she is thirteen, so growing up her father continued the job.. Growing up, Anou always had a love for others. She was very compassionate and was always taught to care. Therefore, Anou grew to really worry over her job and the people she cared for. She takes it upon herself to try to the best of her ability to protect her clients.
So, how does she execute her job?
Anou works every single night. She mostly sleeps during the day time. When the sun sets, she heads off, her black coat helping to disguise her as she drifts through the city streets without making a sound. On her shoulders, she carries her leather bag full of "dream powder" or "dream sprinkles". Technically, this mysterious purple powder is called "sapana paudar" and is an ancient Hindu dust, but Anou prefers her terms for it.
The sapana paudar is naturally drawn to bad energy, or bad dreams. The most difficult part of Anou's job is finding where these bad dreams are located. With practice, however, it gets easier. Anou is highly skilled at finding bad energy after working this job for years. If you were to ask her, Anou wouldn't be able to say exactly what she feels that guides her to bad dreams. You wouldn't be able to explain it either. The "voice of the sapana paudar" is what her father always called it. The powder latches on to the mind of whoever is near and calls out to them in some way, willing them to move forth.
So Anou follows this voice, this presence, this calling. And she follows it all the way to the source of the bad dream.
Anou then approaches the bad energy and sprinkles the powder around. The powder glitters in the moonlight before completely disappearing. If Anou was a God, she could see the area surrounded and protected by a mist, the mist swirling with the colors of white, green, pink, and yellow. She could watch as the mist covers the area and completely chokes out the shadows of dark energy.
Unfortunately, only the Gods can see this magical event. Anou knows that the powder is fast-acting, and she can usually say with certainty that one sprinkle eliminates bad dreams and replaces them with soothing good ones, ensuring a blissful sleep.
So Anou travels and travels, protecting her little town.