#PRECIOUS TOMATO SON

[chromsai]

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*shows u my son*

*doesn’t explain*

*leaves*

[cozymoko]

I really loved your yandere cowboy OC idea (Jamie) and is it possible to ask for a part 2 or something? You have me hooked👀

My Fancy Lady

Yes, anon!

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𐚁 Pairing. Yandere! Cowboy x City Girl! Reader

𐚁 Warning(s). slight yandere themes, subtle jealousy from reader, overall just lovey-dovey though.

𐚁 Format, word count. Scenario, 2.2k words

𐚁 Synopsis. You're returning to your home back in the city, but you wouldn't dare go without your precious cowboy.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

Jamie wasn't one for small talk—'less it was his woman doin' the talkin'. So, nights like this? Big ol’ fancy affairs? They weren’t his scene. He’d rather be anywhere else, maybe takin' on some honest work in town or catchin' a rodeo a few miles out. Hell, anything that didn’t have him stuffed into this stiff suit, collar chokin' him half to death.

But, reckon he had it comin’. You get yourself tangled up with a city girl, and suddenly you're wearin’ city clothes, trailed by folks who don’t know a lick about good, hard work. He couldn't help but stay close, though. With a pretty thing like you on his arm, he had to be. Men were wolves in these parts, sneakin' glances like they’d never seen a woman before—especially one who wasn’t theirs to look at. Made him chuckle under his breath. "What a damn shame."

Jamie stood across the ballroom, leaned up against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. He could’ve gone and greeted your folks, but Lord, your mama was a spitfire—firing off questions quicker than he could answer. He respected her, sure, and your pa too, but he’d rather keep what was left of his sanity. Just takin' in the sight of this place made his pockets ache.

Chandeliers dangled high above like crystal-studded stars, throwing soft light around the room. Gilded columns lined the walls, polished up so fine they seemed to look down on everybody else here. Tapestries hung alongside big, expensive-lookin' paintings—probably worth more than his whole ranch. The floor? It was slick as a lake after rain, shiny enough he’d bet a nickel it could trip even the steadiest cowboy.

Then there were the folks. Struttin’ around like proud peacocks, laughin' in polished tones that came off a little too uppity for his taste. Colors swirled around him—reds as bold as a fight, blues like icy temptation—colors he'd never even seen before danced across the floor. Reminded him a little of berries and fresh tomatoes, and just the thought got a chuckle outta him.

He’d never fit into this world, but it didn’t stop him from admirin’ its quirks now and then. Even so, this whole scene was like a country mile from his real life. He was just as sure he’d turn you into a cowgirl one day, but until then, he could appreciate the wonders of what money could do, even if he wouldn’t spend his hard-earned cash like this.

But there was one bright spot in all this: you.

There you were, right in the center of it all, falling into familiar voices and easy laughter. This was your world, and you looked like you belonged in it, talkin' to faces from your past who sized up the man beside you with curious glances. And yet, you smiled at them all—good and bad. Weren't you just the sweetest thing.

The cowboy stands across the ballroom, leaning against the wall, one foot tucked over the other. It's not that he didn't want to greet your folks, but your mama was a spitfire — hammering the two of you with more questions than he can count. He loved her, and your pa too, but he'd rather keep the last piece of his sanity tucked in his belt.

High society folks rubbed him wrong. Spoiled sons and daughters who’d had everything handed to 'em, struttin' through life without a lick of sense about hard work. Obnoxious, entitled, without a care for anyone who hadn’t grown up just like them. Jamie couldn’t stand it.

Yet somehow, out of all the men you coulda chosen, you picked him. What a thief, he thought with a quiet chuckle, his dark gaze never leavin' your face.

Course, he wasn’t all that innocent either—he’d done his damnedest to pull you away from this pampered life, wanted to whisk you off to the country, to his life, his world. And he’d caught you, good and proper. But that didn’t stop him from feelin' that familiar heat, the sharp taste of blood on his tongue from biting back the urge to snap at every wolf eyein' you tonight.

“Don't make a scene,” he murmured to himself like a man clingin' to a thin thread of patience.

He’d be lyin’ if he said he didn’t want you all to himself. Seein' you wrapped up in those fine silks, hair swept back in that way you liked best, lips painted in a soft color that made you glow... God, he wanted you. If he had it his way, you’d be in worn-out jeans, maybe one of his old flannels, smellin' of him and the wide open fields.

But he couldn’t tell you no. You hadn’t seen your family in months, and it just about broke his heart to see you so homesick. Jamie ain't one to go on about his old man, but if he learned one thing, it was this: happy wife, happy life. And you may not be his wife just yet, but he planned on changin' that real soon.

So to hell with all these other women, these high-class dames flittin' around the room. He didn’t care one bit about their money or their flirtin' glances. Jamie toyed with the silver pendant around his neck, tappin' his boot in time to the music.

Just then, a young woman drifted up, not much older than you, lips red as blood and curving into a sly smile. “Excuse me, sir,” she purred, “would you like to—”

“I’d be careful, sugar,” he cut in smooth, twirlin' his whiskey glass. “My wife fights. And I'd rather not see you back at your surgeon’s tonight.”

A crooked grin played on his lips as he raised his glass to his lips, his eyes catchin' yours across the room. There was only one woman he wanted on his arm, and she was wearin' a ring that matched his own.

You never thought you'd see him in a suit before your wedding, but it was quite the surprise — a pleasant one, at that.

Standing there in front of you, Jamie looked like he’d stepped right out of a magazine. Broad-shouldered, lean muscle wrapped in a midnight suit that clings just right, standing out among the tailored suits and smooth accents. The crisp white dress shirt only made his deep auburn hair look richer, slicked back smooth with every curl in place, and those dimples peeked out just as he caught you staring. His boots clack as he shifts, whiskey swirling in his hand, that silver band on his ring finger catching the glint of the chandelier. The sight of it alone sends any would-be admirer scuttling off with barely a second glance. He’s your plus one for the night, and the whole room knows it.

When he smiles, there’s a glint of trouble in his eyes, and those dimples—well, they could make even the stiffest folks around here swoon. He looks like the kind of man who just barely tolerates a tie, tugging at it with a smirk whenever he catches your gaze, as if to say, “You really think all this makes me any fancier?”

He’s still Jamie through and through: rugged under all that polish, with a bit of a roguish streak he could never quite hide. And tonight, even though he’s dressed up to meet your family and stand in this world of chandeliers and silk dresses, he’s every bit the man you fell for—charmingly untamed, with a quiet confidence that makes you weak in the knees.

Your friends try to pull you into old stories and polite gossip, but your eyes keep drifting back to him. Jamie’s gaze is steady, unwavering, as though he has little interest in the things around him. There’s a hint of a smirk playing at his lips every time he catches you staring, his dimples deepening, and that mischievous glint in his dark, loving eyes. You know that look too well. It’s possessive, fiercely protective, as if he’s daring anyone to even think about taking his bride-to-be.

The more you look at him, the more it pains you to look away. You try to play it cool, but he knows you too well—knew what to say, when to say it, and how to say it. It leaves you with thoughts from earlier in the day, making your knees weak all over again.

“My, my, he cleans up rather nicely,” a warm, familiar voice whistles beside you. “Don’t you agree, dear?” You jump, blinking back into the present, only to find your mother smiling knowingly.

“Distracted?” she teases, twirling you around to face her, an amused smile etched onto her red lips.

She glides past the group of dazzling damsels, fanning herself as she casts an appreciative glance toward Jamie. “Lord, honey,” she whispers in your ear, amused. “If he’s not about the most handsome thing I’ve ever seen—and the way he looks at you? It’s like he’s afraid the floor might steal you away.”

You laugh, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, but her words are truer than she knows. Jamie tips his glass toward you from across the room, raising it in a silent toast. There’s something soft in his expression—a flicker of mirth in his dark eyes.

You almost let them drown you, submerge you in their warmth. If not for the grating sound to your left.

"Who might that be?"

"I haven't seen him around."

"Should I ask him for a dance?"

"Do you think he's spoken for?"

"Of course, look at the jewel on his finger!"

"I quite fancy him. Shall I pursue him anyways?"

"Oh, how shameful~!"

Some of the girls here are looking his way—of course, they are. Jamie has that rugged charm, like he was carved out of southern dirt and bathed in the evening sun, with the wild confidence of a man who knows he’s got nothing to prove. His auburn hair, slicked back in a style that both respects the occasion and still says he’s a cowboy first, gives him a sharp, roguish look that’s almost out of place here, like a tiger in a cage.

But despite the glances, the obnoxious remarks, no one dares approach him. The way his eyes follow you, even from a distance, says more than words ever could. He isn’t here to be seen; he’s here for you.

Yet, it doesn’t make it any easier to hold your tongue. You’ve hosted these parties since the age of fourteen and know how people behave here—their promiscuous ways, and the men who can’t help but leer. High-class harlots looking for any man to pounce on, taken or not. Greasy men following women’s every move, provoked or not. You remember too well. This was the yearly matchmaking party hosted by four of the wealthiest families in the city, your family being one of them. It wouldn’t look good if you didn’t attend the event your household had built its reputation around.

You knew Jamie would settle on keeping to himself, yet you hadn’t thought your rugged companion would be the talk of the party. That alone makes the joy blossoming in your chest wilt. For once, it feels as though he isn’t just your fiancé, but everyone’s. Of course, you want everyone to love him as much as you do—but without undressing him with their winged eyes.

Just then, Jamie makes his way over, his familiar smirk making your heart skip a beat. “Sugar,” he says, poking the soft flesh of your cheek, his eyes gleaming with a familiar, mischievous warmth. When he finally makes his way back to you, he tips his drink up, raising a brow. “Sugarplum.”

His words go in one ear and out the other, turning fuzzy and static as they pass through your mind. A deep frown settles at the corners of your lips as exasperation bubbles over.

“Jamie, stop it!” you huff, swatting his hands away. “You’ll ruin my makeup, you damn brute.”

“Yeah, yeah…” he murmurs, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. But he doesn’t bother moving his hand from the top of your head, his fingers gently brushing through your hair as if daring you to protest again. You turn away, cheeks flushed, doing your best to regain the poise you usually wear like a crown.

Jamie notices the pout you're trying to hide, his lips curling in amusement. For all your princess-like composure, you’re showing more than you realize tonight. He leans down, his voice low and teasing.

“Don’t pout, pumpkin. Fix your face.”

You glare up at him, crossing your arms, but he just chuckles, reaching for your hand. Before you can react, he pulls you closer, his grip firm yet careful, as if he were holding something precious.

“Remember, Sugar,” he murmurs, giving your kiss a long, playful smooch. MUAH! “You’re the main character.”

With a playful glint in his eye, he twirls you around, his hand never leaving yours as he guides you in a slow, elegant spin. You can’t help but let out a surprised laugh, your frown dissolving as he twirls you like with practiced ease.

Only then had you decided.

That night was quite the surprise indeed���

A pleasant one at that.

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Warning: Chapter 7 Spoilers!!

Malleus Draconia

The local wizard! He’s a big enigma to the townspeople and people either hate him or love him! (Not true, literally only Leona and Diasomnia feel that strongly for him)

Not much is known about magic in this world and it’s said only fae and their descendants are capable of wielding it.

Lives in the forest in a tower that houses two very well maintained gargoyles. 

When you receive a letter from him about the junimos he adds that you should get gargoyles too for a better drainage system…

In this universe I think you would already know who he is from the get go but he won’t tell you his name so you nickname him Tsunotaro/Hornton anyways.

Is very close to Lilia, Sebek and Silver! Lilia raised him, he half raised Silver and Sebek is his apprentice! (He took him in out of fondness)

He’s actually a descendant of fae royalty from a fallen kingdom ages old but now he’s living at NRV.

He’s very lonely and was very glad to hear a little farmer with no knowledge of his reputation had moved in.

And yes, stone is a liked gift for him-

Loved Gifts: Ice Cream, Any Gem, Rose, Dinosaur Egg, Universal Loves

“Heh. It takes quite the feat to impress someone of my calibre, child of man. You’ve done well.”

Hated Gifts: Pink Cake, Chocolate Cake, Strange Bun (Specifically the Lilia branded ones…), Iron Bar, Universal Hates

“...” Lighting turns it into ashes.

Lilia Vanrouge

The owner and leader of the adventurer’s guild! Started it with Baul who is currently in the Skull Caverns.

Is actually fae and a powerful wizard but nobody in town knows, they just think he’s this weird kid who’s really good with the sword.

Lives in a little cottage in the woods with his son Silver who he took in when he was but a babe.

Malleus was living with them before but had to move out cuz his cauldrons and bookshelves were taking up too much space. They still live very close by though so he brings food over whenever he cooks! (Malleus teleports to ten different locations and Lilia follows)

.He’s considering retiring from his position at the adventurers guild and passing it onto Silver.

He has been training Silver and Sebek in the art of swordsmanship since they were young.

He’s in a band with Cater and Kalim, he plays the bass! Occasionally travels to the city for concerts!

Is often found at his cottage or at the adventurers guild!

Loved Gifts: Tomatoes, Black Licorice, Tomato Juice, Pizza, Strange Bun, Universal Loves

“How precious! I’m guessing my cuteness has charmed you? Fufu~”

Hated Gifts: Marshmallows, Solar Essence, Bat Wing, Universal Hates

“Hm. I'm rather disappointed in you, farmer..."

Silver Vanrouge

A knight in training, learning swordsmanship from Lilia! 

A lot of Lilia’s training consists of going down into the mines and freestyling so he picks up requests from the bulletin board often to hit two birds with one stone. Lilia banned him from going down alone after his first time passing out though…

Often passes out in the middle of the day and sometimes wakes up to see Ortho charging him 50 gold…

He’s a good friend of the animals in NRV and sometimes visits Kalim’s ranch to see them! He’s also the one who found the cat/dog that becomes your companion!

I feel like he has a mini garden near his cottage too! He bans Lilia from entering.

Goes horse racing with Sebek and Riddle every sunny Monday!

Is often found at his cottage, in the mines or taking a nap on a tree near town square.

Loved Gifts: Acorns, Mushroom Risotto, Coffee, Espresso, Universal Loves

“This is a great gift. How can I convey my gratitude?”

For Coffee and Espresso: “Thank you, farmer. This will keep me awake for training… Probably.”

Hated Gifts: Strange Bun (Also the Lilia branded ones…), Universal Hates

“Uhm, this is a rather… Unconventional gift."

For Strange Bun: “!! Has father been in the kitchen recently?!”

Sebek Zigvolt

A half-fae who’s the proud apprentice of the great wizard! 

Lives with his parents, older brother and older sister and is childhood friends with Silver! Lilia basically sees him as another son with how often he’s around.

His father works as a dentist in town and his mother is an adventurer!

His family goes on fishing trips often.

Is able to use magic due to being half fae but the village doesn’t wanna give him the respect that deserves cuz he’s such a loudmouth…

He also still trains with Silver and Lilia regularly!

Goes horseback riding with Riddle and Silver every sunny Monday but is actually deathly afraid of horses…

Loved Gifts: Salmon Carpaccio, Books, Universal Loves

“Hmph, not bad for a human!"

Hated Gifts: Coffee, Espresso, Iron Bar, Strange Bun (Once again…)

“A slight to me is a slight to Master Malleus! Be prepared, human!”

For Strange Bun: “T-This is!! I will accept this… For Master Lilia…”

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[fruixtii]

Elaborating on this because I feel like it.

Silver being really upset with his burnt cookies and promising to improve his skills and do better. Lilia of course insists that they’re delicious and he loves them anyways but he also says he likes his own cooking and Silver knows all too well how amazing that tastes…

Whenever he tries to make cookies, he just starts falling asleep or using the wrong ingredients. This is just one way Lilia sabotages the kitchen even when he’s not the one making food. He doesn’t actually label his ingredients properly and only he can understand what’s what. He probably has a cabinet of spices that just say “stinky” and “bitter” or some shit. One day when Sebek come to train he brings cookies that his mom insisted on sharing with Silver. And Silver is like oh my god wait these are amazing your mom made these? (Also, the first time Silver had Mrs. Zigvolts cooking he spaced out for like 10 minutes from the shock of how good it was compared to Lilia’s abominations. He didn’t think it was real food at first.)

And then when Lilia’s birthday comes around Silver visits the Zigvolts and asks for help to make some cookies because he promised his father he would make edible cookies this year…Mrs. Zigvolt thinks he’s so adorable (as she should) and thinks about how lucky Lilia is to have such a precious son who cares about him so much…

She gets the Zigvolt siblings to help too and they all decorate the cookies together with little bats ! (Zigvolt family cooking nights are so real to me)

Lilia is absolutely delighted when both Silver and Sebek present him with their cookies the next day. And then he puts them in tomato sauce or something like the little freak he is.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hello! o/

not sure if you're still taking requests, but if so, i'd love to req. the bachelors with an artist s/o!

thank you for your time either way!<3

Finally! My reblog of that anon summoning post actually work- I mean hi, anon! 👋 Yes, I'm still taking requests ☺️

I hope you don't mind if I write about SVE bachelors too. If you don't know about SVE mod, don't worry, I'll separate the bachelors' answer to vanilla game and Stardew valley expanded mod so you don't confuse them.

Thanks for the ask! Enjoy!

Stardew Valley Bachelors with artist!Farmer s/o:

Alex:

Alex knows that his partner is incredibly talented, so he wasn't surprised when he found out that the Farmer turned out to be a great artist. Another fact about Alex's partner, he will tell everyone and brag about how good his s/o is.

Sometimes he will joke that the Farmer pays so much attention to the object of drawing that he can even become jealous.

Alex doesn't hesitate to flex in front of the Farmer, showing his muscles and giving them a reason to draw him in all his glory.

Despite his pride, he blushes a little when he sees how beautifully his s/o drew Alex. Comment from s/o that in reality Alex will always be prettier anyway will turn the athlete into a tomato.

He really likes your summer seascapes.

It still remains a mystery to him how s/o manages to combine farming and painting at the same time.

Alex always supports your hobby, even if he doesn't understand some types of art like abstractionism.

Sam:

Wow, he didn't know that they draw so well, it's so cool!

Constantly asks for permission to look at the Farmer's sketchbook, if they don't mind of course.

Sam will be delighted with how beautifully and in detail his s/o draws the characters of his favorite comics and video games.

Sometimes Sam will ask Farmer to draw something funny on his hand. It looks like a beautiful tattoo. Jodi politely asks the Farmer to stop drawing in her eldest son's arms, as Sam refuses to wash his hands before eating, afraid to wipe the drawing off his skin.

He will hang all their drawings on the wall to admire during relaxation or musical rehearsal.

Some drawings he will keep in a special box as a treasure.

Please don't show him food and drink still lifes - their s/o paints food so beautifully and believably that he immediately wants to eat something. He laughs at Farmer's joke when they warn Sam not to inadvertently eat the painting itself.

Sebastian:

Cool

His s/o is full of mysteries and talents, isn't it?

Sebby will be interested to hear how and when exactly the Farmer began to get involved in drawing.

He'll be pleasantly surprised if his s/o shows him a science fiction comic they've drawn. If the Farmer wants to publish the comic and concept art on the Internet, then Sebastian will create a dedicated site for their publication.

His entire monitor is plastered with stickers drawn by his s/o in the form of cute frogs. No matter how many times Abigail and Sam tease him about it, he will not remove the stickers.

If the Farmer draws digital arts, Sebastian will always put them on the desktop of his computer.

For their s/o birthday, Sebby will give them a nice electronic sketchbook.

Sebastian sometimes gets nervous when Robin comes into his room, because he is afraid that his mother will accidentally throw out one of his s/o drawings. Robin seems to know that the drawing on Sebastian's desk should not be touched, but Sebby still sometimes hides them in the table, just in case.

Elliott:

Marvelous! Wonderful! Elliott didn't expect to meet another creative soul. The valley is indeed full of talented people!

Even the most ordinary sketch, which, according to his own s/o, is unremarkable, Elliott keeps as the apple of the Eye.

He will be happy if the Farmer offers to draw illustrations for his new novel he's writing.

While he is touring for his another book signing, Elliott will search for handmade sketchbooks and expensive paint sets as gifts for his precious s/o.

Elliott loves how beautifully they portray the landscape of their farm. He will hang this picture in a beautiful frame on the wall in the most prominent place in the house.

One day, after a few strong drinks, he will jokingly offer s/o to draw him half-naked. The poor writer will immediately blush if the Farmer seriously agrees to this idea. The portrait came out beautiful, but they both decided to keep the painting a secret. There are some paintings that are not created for prying eyes.

Elliott will put up a new closet in his room for all his s/o paintings, drawings, and creative figures.

Harvey:

Harvey isn't surprised when Farmer says they can draw. They are talented in everything they undertake.

Harvey is used to their doodles on his workbook and notes. The Farmer in the clinic is a frequent visitor, and sometimes they cannot restrain their creative impulse. Harvey doesn't mind, but please don't draw in his documents!

Every time s/o fills Harvey's lunch box for him at work, they leaves notes with cute and motivating drawings. Today is a note with a pun, tomorrow it is a painted kitten in a cup that wish Harvey a good day. Harvey smiles warmly every time at the sight of such small messages from his loved one, which set him up in a good mood.

He constantly massages his s/o hands when they starts to ache from frequent drawings and farm work. No hard work today, doctor's order!

Was very surprised when he found a whole stack of papers with sketches of his portrait. The Farmer says that Harvey is his main muse, so there is nothing to be surprised about.

He is amazed at how accurately they draw model aircraft.

A little embarrassed when his s/o asks him to pose for a portrait. The Farmer tells him to just be himself the way the Farmer loves him, and Harvey relaxes, once again noting how talented his s/o is.

Shane:

Heh, neat.

"Can you draw a dick on the wall at Joja Market?"

Shane please

He constantly smiles when his s/o shows him a book of sketches. Shane could listen to them forever.

Shane himself is not a fan of great art, but will listen with interest to the Farmer about different styles of drawing.

Stickers and funny pictures with farm animals are his favorites. He especially likes how they drew cute chickens.

What, this chicken sticker was inspired by Shane's favorite Charlie? Shane is about to die of happiness.

His s/o sat with Jas on more than one occasion and helped her with posters for contests and events. + into the piggy bank of good memories for Shane.

The Farmer always asks Shane for fresh sketch ideas. Shane usually says he's untalented when it comes to imagination, but he always comes up with a funny and crazy idea for new s/o drawings.

"So, you haven't changed your mind yet about drawing on the Joja wall di-?"

SHANE NO-

Stardew Valley Expanded Bachelors with artist!Farmer s/o:

Vicror:

:O

There is a whole book with Victor's portrait. And they are all so beautiful, why did his s/o hide it from him?!

Well, they didn't hide it, but Victor would like to know that his partner is the next Leonardo da Vinci!

Victor does not hesitate to give you a huge set of high-quality expensive paints, colored pencils and sketchbooks.

He is very glad that the Farmer and his mother have a common interest. Olivia and Victor's partner often arrange private drawing lessons at home, remembering to constantly call Victor and show him the paintings on the canvas. Great family time!

Although Victor is more knowledgeable in design and drafting himself, he doesn't mind getting some advice from his s/o.

He jokes and wipes the Farmer's hands and face if they don't notice they're covered in paint.

Usually, Victor is a little shy about asking the Farmer to draw something specific, such as landscape with a bridge. But his s/o seems to read Victor's thoughts and in a week gives Victor a beautiful picture with famous bridges. Victor will be surprised more than once how good and accurately they draw.

He also often shares his drawings of bridge designs with them and asks for their opinion.

Magnus:

Not to say that he is a fan of art, but the way s/o draws natural landscapes is very mesmerizing. The painting is like a window to another world!

With permission from his s/o, he casts a quick cleaning spell on them, as the Farmer always manages to stain themself and their clothes with paint.

Magnus and his s/o often go to the forest, where they find a beautiful scenic spot. The Wizard sits in the lotus position to meditate, and the Farmer sits nearby and quietly draws a new picture. It may seem unremarkable to some, but Magnus appreciates such calm moments more than anything.

"Can you pose for me please?" Wait, what? They want to draw him? Why not.

Magnus comments that he looks better on canvas than in reality. For which he receives an angry look from the Farmer and the answer that on the canvas they are unlikely to ever depict their favorite wizard as beautiful as he is in reality.

Merciful Yoba, Farmer, why are you so perfect in everything?

Lance:

Farmer, adventurer and artist... My my, their s/o is an incredible person.

He repeatedly notices how they buried their noses in the diary and make notes about adventures with beautiful illustrations.

A little jealous of his s/o time management: the Farmer has time to do farm work, protect the valley, and paint at the same time!

Nevertheless, he suggests at least sometimes to rest and not to overestimate their strength. Tired hands will affect the ability to hold a weapon firmly, which can end badly in a fight with monsters.

Lance is hard to embarrass, but when their s/o shows him sketches of Lance himself, the brave adventurer's cheeks turn a little pink. They painted him like an Olympic god.

"You are like an Olympic god, I could not miss such beauty and not draw you" Thank you very much, now Lance's cheeks are now rosier than his hair.

[starkwub]

(Tw: Starkercest, Peter is 17)

Scientist! Tony and his son peter who's simply a long for the ride of a work day.

Gosh I haven't written this much (or posted, really) for a while--it feels good though to get back into it :)

So much starkercest, ha!

Word count: 2,716

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"Pardon my asking Doctor, but who's the new member?" A particularly brute looking general chimed out. His scar riddled, chiseled face was red like a ripe tomato--no doubt from the yelling he'd done just 10 minutes prior in the hall.

Tony hummed and wrapped a loose arm around the boy beside him,

"What does it matter? He's with me, that's all."

The man glared and slapped his hand down on the packet of papers in front of him, as well as in front of every other highly classified personnel sitting around the ovular table.

"It matters because of context, Dr. Stark. What we speak of is classified, confidential, even harmful to the general public as well as the national world if anything in this room gets out." Then came a huff of smokey air from his nose, if it were possible that is.

"--is he even certified? He look's 12."

Tony's lip twitched as he let his fingers caress up and down the boy beside him's navy colored jacket.

"If you really must insist on knowing, he's my son. And he's 17, not 12." he corrected, enjoying the way the generals face contorted even more, looking much more ugly than he already did.

"Why is he here?"

All eyes were on him--well, of the people who were here. The meeting didn't start for another 15 minutes, but he had figured it would be best to show up early in case someone found it within themselves to strike up a conversation. He'd hoped for something a little more interesting though since exasperating authority figures never really did it for him.

"School was out and I didn't want to leave him. Terrible nightmare you see.." Tony cooed and leaned over, pulling the boy closer in order to place a soft kiss atop his head of soft brown curls.

Peter may be 17, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a Daddy's boy. His vigor to retort against anything his father said had left him early on, and thus--here they were. Tony taking care of his precious, smart little boy, and Peter, willingly receiving it.

Tony didn't ever want to give up the power he had because the sweet sickening madness that erupted in him at the idea of Peter growing up--leaving to never return except for on holidays and birthdays..

Well, one birthday to be exact. His own--and perhaps his friends if they are still around town, but that was besides the point.

The point is, Tony liked being needed. He figured if he wasn't, his job and the life he's made up until now would hold very little value--and if the states knew what was good for them, they wouldn't ever want that to happen.

Painted pictures of dystopian worlds passed across the inner workings of his mind, but when he took a deep breath of Peter, it all went away. It always did.

"The kid can be left at home can't he? Mine loves it when me and the wife are out of the house--" and he was becoming bored as the man spoke on further.

"17's old enough to get a job--and 18, well..you know how that goes. Fly the coup and never return..." and the man squinted, no doubt peering at the badge that rested against his son's left breast pocket.

"Isn't that right Peter?"

Tony felt his son stiffen for only a moment as he watched the typing on the screen below the table stop mid-sentence.

Looks like he's texting his friend about his Spanish test coming up..

"Daddy I need to use the bathroom, could you show me the way?"

Tony's ears perked and his stomach lurched in the same way his legs did. Quickly, and automatically at the mere mention of a desire coming from his son's soft lips.

"Of course." He murmured before turning to the blush red general, "I hate to cut this conversation short but I do believe that's my cue."

As they made their way out of the room, a hand of his own placed currently in-between Peter's shoulder blades, he heard the man muttering about his son's particularly dated word choice.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be needed...

"Those men..I don't know how you put up with them Daddy. I knew you said they were annoying but..jeez! How rude.."

Tony chuckled and rubbed his sons back, "Yes well, I have to work with them. They're normally not so rowdy. I think you must be such a star they can't help but notice you." He purred, leaning in close enough to Peter's ear to make him giggle.

"Too pretty." His son started.

"Too good.." he returned, nipping his son's ear with his hot, hard breath as they entered the empty bathroom.

"Now go pee, I can't be late no matter how horrid my workmates can be. The president wouldn't be too pleased at the unprofessional display."

Tony glanced at himself in the mirror and fixed a couple hairs that had fallen out of place. The grey's were much more noticeable, but Peter told him he liked it, so they stayed.

The wrinkles that formed beside his eyes were also more defined than they had been 5 years ago, but Peter said he liked those too. He'd also taken his hand while they were eating dessert with a movie and told him he liked the spots on his hands that signified his age. Told him how much he enjoyed his Dad's old sense of humor and horrid dance moves..

Sniffling, he felt his eye twitch as the memories flooded by. Peter loved him like no other, and he..he couldn't..

"Daddy?" Came Peter's shy, hesitant voice--only this time it was filled with concern.

I'm fine, he thought, but turned to Peter and ushered him towards one of the sinks.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He reassured, standing now right behind his precious boy as the sink water flowed.

Peter pressed back into him suddenly, leaving him to be a bit shocked, but he tried to act unfazed.

his boy was also always so..touchy. It wasn't like he'd ever complain, but the way he spoke sometimes..

The way he'd taken to adjusting himself way too many times during their last movie night. It had gotten a bit..heated on his end. It was a physical reaction though--nothing out of the ordinary.

"Mm..Daddy.." Peter practically moaned, letting his hands rest in the hot water that was slowly turning his son's hands red. Tony reached out, grabbing them with his much larger pair, and pulled them away before they could start to hurt.

"What is it baby?"

Peter seemed to think as he swayed on his feet, body pressed against Tony's, and his eye's half lidded.

"Can we get ice cream after this before we head back to the lab?"

How peculiar, though he had no reason to say no, so he didn't. He couldn't ever seem to find the two letter word in his vocabulary when it came to his sweet precious boy.

That smile..and the adorable little noises and flush that fell over his son's cheeks was to die for.

They eventually made it back into the room 5 minutes before the meeting was due to start, and he was glad to see that the general didn't have enough heat inside of him to utter anything else.

Well, except for 'thank you', but that was his job--not anything particularly personal.

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"Thank you for the ice cream Daddy.."

Tony spared a glance over at his son who was currently devouring his double scooped chocolate hazelnut, and smiled. How precious he was in moments like these. The shine in his eye and the way the chocolate seemed to always make its way all and around his mouth. He loved it to no end, and that was somehow still an understatement.

"Of course baby. Can't say no now can I?"

Had he ever?

"Can uh.." and the voice sounded nervous which only inclined for Tony to want to know more.

"Can I sit in your lap?"

The request was stark and strange to his ears, as he hadn't ever heard it before-or at least in well over a decade. Peter? In his lap?

Tony glanced down at the space between him and the steering wheel, and remembered the same elated feeling he'd been filled with when his son had practically worked his way up against him during movie night.

He reached to his side and heard the soft, familiar hum of his seat inching back to create more space. Tony wasn't doing it without knowing if his boy would fit though--no no no, he'd had one too many delectable women in his lap before.

Within the past couple years not as much though, for reasons unbeknownst to him still, but that was neither here nor there.

"Sure Pete, put your ice cream on the dashboard so it doesn't spill."

His heart thudded when his son began to move--skittish and awkward, but move nonetheless.

He grunted from the pressure of a boy resting on his, but soon was facing his boy head on. knee on either side of him--and a hand resting on his shoulder while he turned to grab his cup full of ice cream. Tony had never been a fan of the cones in the car. Too messy..too unpredictable.

Much like his son was right now come to think of it.

Tony hummed and took a few spoonfuls into his mouth when he spotted Peter staring--more than he usually did.

"Something wrong? Ice cream on my face or something?" He questioned, and suddenly looked down to find a hand resting against his side.

"And don't drip any of that on my suit--I can't be running home to get a new one, okay?"

"What about your change at the lab?--"

Tony eye'd him with a quirked brow in unison, "The one at the lab's for the lab, you know this."

Peter nodded and leaned back against the wheel behind him--momentarily puzzling Tony as to how the horn wasn't doing off. Perhaps they were just lucky because whatever entities from above knew that he didn't want a lick of attention on him right now.

This feeling he had..which was pounding harder and harder every second that his son was on his lap, was strange to say the least. It left him twitchy, and with a hot collar he wanted to loosen.

Perhaps he needed to get laid if physical touch such as this was getting him bothered. Perhaps even more, he should've said no.

No..what a blunt word. He often pondered it at night when he had the sudden urge to sneak into his son's room at night, or when he wanted to hide him away in their fancy, yet moderately normal looking home, never to be seen again.

When he wanted to wrap him up and kiss him for doing so good--or when he wanted even more to hit him when he'd been bad.

There were a lot of thing's Tony said no to.

Tony took another bite of cold coffee flavored ice cream, wishing dearly that it might soothe the growing heat within himself.

The urge to grab--to touch--to rip and pry..

He took another bite and licked his spoon in the process.

To see tears in those precious dark-brown bambi eyes.

"Daddy?" Came the familiar voice of concern yet again, now knocking him out of whatever deep seated monstrous thoughts he'd just been having.

"Yes dear?"

Peter squirmed a bit, and put his delicate hand on his belly, making Tony's breath startle just a tad.

"I know you said some of the lab techs make fun of you for having a dad bod but..I think it's nice." The boy smiled out, his tone light and breezy, innocent as can be.

"I like it."

he chuckled almost immediately after the words were spoken as he took yet another bite, now coming sadly to the end of his dearly beloved treat.

"What?" Peter accused, now pouting around an empty plastic spoon.

"Oh nothing bad sweetheart, I swear. I just think it's sweet how you tell me how much you like things, that's all." He brought his hand innocently up to brush a hair out of the way of his son's face, and hummed deeply.

Peter eye'd him nervously once more, "Do you like it?"

What a wonderfully complex question. To what regard? He wasn't sure. He think's a less than innocent part of himself liked it more than he does right now, but it's all the same, isn't it?

"Oh of course I do. Sometimes I wonder if I like it too much."

Peter shifted again, getting closer to himself as both of their empty ice cream containers now rested in the passenger seat. His arms  quickly wrapped around his hips, digging behind him and grazing against the seat no doubt as Tony felt like one of those sloths on the nature channel.

he felt latched onto--suckered into this strange, new, startling situation in which his son was hugging him, whilst his own cock was in fact, erect in between them.

How peculiar, he thought, as he wrapped his own arms around the sweet boy in front of him.

How glaringly devious of him to ignore the way Peter's breath caught after a subtle movement.

Tony held still, merely letting his body lie still in use of whatever situation was transpiring before him.

"Just.." Peter uttered wetly with another subtle brush, "Just like the videos daddy..Watch em just to i-imagine you."

What a positively corrosive ego boost that was.

"Oh really? Won't you tell me what happens next?" He cooed persuasively, letting his hands continue to merely sooth--now eternally grateful for the illegal tint that he had on his glass.

being the most popular mad scientist of the government world did have its occasional perks. not that it's a popularity contest in the slightest--though he was the smartest.

"T-The daddy he..he's all sweet but..then he.." and Peter whimpers, brushing his erection against his own larger one.

"..he's mean."

Mean, you say?

"With the..um.." and Peter's fingers wrapped around and tugged at Tony's belt, making he himself shiver at the possibility.

Such a perfect deviant.

"Would you like it if Daddy hit you with the belt Peter? Have you been a bad boy recently?"

Peter shuddered, a cry reaching out from his throat to take hold of his soothingly harsh worlds as he nodded against Tony's shoulder.

"U-uh huh.."

Tony let out a gentle breath, followed by a subtle hummed grunt.

"And what is it that you did, to make you so terribly deserving of such a punishment?"

"A boy--a-at school. He..I..we kissed behind the school, after class. He'd offered me a cigarette and when I said n-no cause you'd be real mad if I did that..he told me I could get a taste of it from him."

Hm, yes, Tony though, I would be rather upset. Perhaps one of those punk seniors thought to get a handle on his junior year aged son.

He continued to comfort his boy through the subtle cries and soon, even his climax.. now letting his shaking son breath hot puffs of air out against his suit jacket covered shoulder.

Perhaps, Tony thought as he pulled Peter closer, he should've said no. This feeling he had..this loose string of fear from the secret they both now held between them. He wished he could be so oblivious as to think it was okay, but he knew it wasn't. He knew it was dark and twisted--unfavored by the masses, but in moments when the little crying voice in his mind wasn't spewing out regrets, he wondered what life could be like.

"I'm glad you told me what was on your mind..seems like that was a lot to keep in, huh?" A sleepy nod could be felt only making him hold him tighter.

To never touch his boy in ways that were inherently malicious.. but rather to merely allow peter to use him..

Need him..

"I love you baby." he whispered against the head of soft curls, now taking in a deep, soothing breath while kissing the area for good measure.

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Tony is definitely dealing with something mentally--but he can't really put his finger on it--and neither can I XD Poor poor Tony..always in so much anguish. Perhaps I should write something a tad bit more cheerful next time, yeah?

Sorry the belt scene isn't in here either-- I wanted to make sure this actually got posted as opposed to sitting in my drafts (like literally so many other things XD) So perhaps Tony wielding a belt will make it's appearance another time?

Hope you all enjoyed that, if you've made it to the end :)

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MOVIES I WATCHED THIS WEEK #206:

In a week full of many wonderful movies, India Donaldson's minimalist debut feature GOOD ONE was my most precious experience. I've seen all her previous shorts before, and I sensed this will be a 'good one'. And indeed it was. I hope she'll continue to tell super-realistic character studies like this for the rest of her career.

A middle-aged father, his perceptive 17-yo daughter, and another mess of a divorced buddy of his are going on a camping trip in the Catskills. That's the whole simple plot, but it's told with the maturity and eye-for-details of somebody who had intimately known all three. Not much is said, everything is subtle, quiet, and understated. The girl, Sam, got it all together, and the actress who plays her with such raw intelligence is a revelation. One of my best films of the year. 10/10. [*Female Director*]

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2 INDIAN CLASSICS:

🍿 "Forgive me, my son"...

In HOTEL SALVATION (2016), a 77 year old man dreams that his time on earth came to an end, and he's about to die. He decides to go to the holy city of Varnasi, and his son is forced to set aside his office job, in order to accompany him on his last trip. It's a serene, spiritual story, with none of the big events shown on screen - they are all subtle, because they are peacefully inevitable. The director was 25 when he made his debut with this. 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes.

🍿 DEVDAS (2002) is pure hokum. A classic big-budget Bollywood song-and-dance excess, larger than life soap opera, with 3 mega-stars at their peak: SRK, Aishwarya Rai and Madhuri Dixit. A silly romance defeated by society prejudices, but played in the foreground of elaborate and opulent sets. The music numbers (for example Dola Re Dola, Maar Dala, Silsila Ye Chahat Ka, Sheeshe Sa Sheesha Takraye) were spectacular, the budget for glycerine tears must have been huge, but the super-melodramatic plot was ridiculous.

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For a while now I had planned to re-visit the work of 94-year-old documentarian Frederick Wiseman, but his usual grim subjects deterred me. His latest 4-hour (!) saga MENUS PLAISIRS - LES TROISGROS is a good refresher why this is my type of story telling: Captured footage that observes and don't propagate, and most importantly, no voice-over, no narration, no interviews, and NO FUCKING MUSIC in the background to drown everything you see.

The fact that it's a happy topic, light as a bird song, is a huge help. Like Ken Burns' recent documentary about Leonardo, this is Wiseman’s first outside of the USA. Both of them must have felt they ought to look elsewhere to Europe for shreds of sanity and coherence today.

It's an inside look into the French Troisgros restaurant "empire" in the Loire valley and "how it works". From their spacious kitchens, tomato and cheese suppliers, smokehouse, philosophy, beekeepers, vine cellars, taste making, goats, desserts and the three Michelin stars that they’ve earned for over 50 years. it's an absolute delight from start to finish - the anti-Netflix food-porn destination.

(When I was a chef, I collected about 400 cookbooks, and my two most valuable tomes were (Salvador Dalí: Les Diners De Gala, and) the big book by The Troisgrois Brothers...)

Another one with 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes.

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3 BY CZECH ANIMATOR MICHAELA PAVLÁTOVÁ:

🍿 Her ŘEČI, ŘEČI, ŘEČI ("Words, words, words") was nominated for an Oscar in 1991. A terrific wordless film about communication, very much in 'Yellow Submarine' style. In a busy cafe, speech bubbles float from people's mouths into others ears in a humorous musical patterns. 9/10.

🍿 Apparently, much of her work focuses on sex. REPETE (1995) open with the act, and then musically returns to it in many different repetitive forms. Uniquely erotic.

🍿 TRAM (2012) is perfect. A full bodied conductress drive her all-male passengers, and with every rhythmic vibration of the trolley, her fantasies gets hornier and she lets herself go. 10/10. (Full Film Above). [*Female Director*]

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Another gen from ol' Czechoslovakia, THE DEATH OF STALINISM IN BOHEMIA, my 4th by mad surrealist Jan Švankmajer. A piece of modernistic agitprop about his country's history from 1948 to 1989. His most political satire, and as usual, full of bloody cut organs made out of exploding clay played to nonstop disgusting slurping, guttural sounds.

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5 BY CROATIAN DAINA ONIUNAS-PUSIĆ:

🍿 In anticipation of her new, heralded A24 debut feature, 'Tuesday', I watched all her earlier shorts:

THE BEAST (2016), is a very odd look at familial abuse. A 75yo woman is angrily taking care of her invalid 100yo mother. Their relationship is uniquely cruel and unpredictable. That is before a mystical bat flies in and settles under the old woman's bed. Super weird!

🍿 WE FIGHT, BUT YOU'RE FABULOUS (2020) was made entirely of stock footage. A terrific pandemic story told only in voice over: A mother and her gay son keep bitching and complaining to each other.

🍿 RHONNA AND DONNA (2015) had an outrageous premise: One teenage sister plays Juliet in their Shakespeare school play, and her conjoined-twin doesn't want to... The mother, in this one, was just drinking wine while doing her yoga.

🍿 PRESS YOUR LIPS TOGETHER, (2011), her early film school work was also about a mother. This mother got bad news about her 13yo daughter. Slight and juvenile.

🍿 So finally, TUESDAY, another tortured saga of unusual mother and daughter relationship. First of all, it's chilly and ambitious, probably like the nightmare baby of Lynch's 'Eraserhead' [which I haven't seen yet] and 'Everything everywhere all at once'. For a young filmmaker making her debut, it's a bold 'Must see'. Mother Julia Louis-Dreyfus can't cope with the upcoming demise of Tuesday, her terminally-ill teenage daughter. A metaphorical Angel of Death, in the shape of mystical black macaw, visits her to help with her pain before he takes her away - and that in the middle of a zombie outbreak. Like 'Alice in Wonderland', their sizes changes, so they all grow and shrink all the time. Etc.

But it was too horror-like for me, and I couldn't connect. 3/10. [*Female Director*]

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"Judicial errors don't exist."

'Somebody is killing the supreme court judges of Palermo, Sicily' in the 1976 ILLUSTRIOUS CORPSES. Tough guy police inspector Lino Ventura is sent from Rome to solve a series of high-profile assassinations, and uncovers collusions, political conspiracies, and corruption at the highest order of society. For me, it mostly evoked one of my favorite kinks, the leisurely sights and sounds of mid-70's Italy, as depicted on film: Dark piazzas, the half-empty alleyways, the paranoia of the communist movement...

(On a recommendation by my friend HootsMaguire.)

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A WOMAN INTERVIEWED IN ONE CONTINUED SHOT X 2:

🍿 I never heard of the 1993 French masterpiece EMILIE MULLER, but as soon as I finished watching it, I had to watch it again, and then a third time! A young woman arrives for her first ever audition where she's asked to show the contents of her handbag. 10/10. It reminded me very much of another of my French favorites On S'Embrasse?

🍿 In BETTY TELLS A STORY (1972) a woman remembers how she once bought an expensive dress that she couldn't effort and never got to wear, and then tells the same story again, but this time focusing on her feelings about the events she described. 8/10. A seminal feminist work. It was later selected for the National Film Registry. [*Female Director*]

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2 ABOUT PAINFUL MUSLIM TRAUMAS:

🍿 BROTHERHOOD is a very powerful Tunisian short that was nominated for the 2020 Oscars. A simple goatherd family in some remote area experiences painful upheavals when the older son return from Syria with a Burka-clad young wife. 9/10.

The young director, Meryam Joobeur, expanded this story into her latest 'Who do I belong to'. [*Female Director*]

🍿 LISTEN (2014) is a terrifying story of spousal abuse. In a small interrogation room at a Copenhagen police station, a burka-covered woman is begging for help . Her husband had beaten her severely and is now threatens to kill her. Her desperate appeal is repeated again and again but is completely misunderstood, since she only speaks Arabic. 9/10, if you can manage to watch it.

It was made in Danish and Arabic by two directors; One Zambian-Welsh, and the other Finnish-Iranian...

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For the biggest Beatles fan that I was 60 years ago, and the Beatles completist that I've became since, the new Disney documentary BEATLES ‘64 doesn't offer much new. A few unseen clips on-stage and off, David Lynch goes off about the power of music, an editing decision to connect JFK idealism and death to the joy that The Beatles "brought back" on their first US tour. One thing that is painfully obvious from all that old footage: The media blitz that fueled their rise at that time was "SO" shallow, the interviews so inane, the TV and radios just unintelligent.

I hope that they improved since. /s

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DIRECTED BY DANNY DEVITO X2:

🍿 Danny DeVito produced a bunch of movies (Erin Brockovich, Get Shorty, Gattaca), but he also directed 15 movies (including Hoffa, The war of the roses, Matilda, Throw momma from the train). The last one he finished, CURMUDGEONS, became the first ever Vimeo Stuff Pick in 2016. A wonderful surprise about a grumpy 80yo man in an assisted living facility. I had to see it twice in a row! Highly recommended! 8/10.

🍿 NEST OF VIPERS (2011) is another comedic gem with a twist, about old rich Tracey Walters on his death bed.

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HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS (the original 1966 television special). My first watch, and because this photo of Boris Karloff made me curious. Directed by Chuck Jones, and very close to Dr. Seuss original book. A radiant, unironically-gorgeous canvas. Another with 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes.

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MY FIRST 2 WITH FRENCH CLAUDE MILLER:

🍿 JULIET IN PARIS (1967) - A young student engages with a series of inexplicable and bizarre acts, including a mutilation of a kitten and drinking its blood. Godard-lite. 2/10.

🍿 In connection with the 100th anniversary of the Lumiere Brothers' first motion picture, 40 directors were each given the opportunity to shoot a 52 second film using the original hand-cranked Cinématographe camera. LUMIÈRE ET COMPAGNIE (1995) was the resulting gimmicky anthology, a curios, self-referential homage. The best usages of the limited format were 1. The recreation of the original 'Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat Station'. 2. A couple with Down Syndrome kiss. 3. Zhang Yimou's scene at the Great Wall of China. 4. A couple embrace to music, by Claude Lelouch. 5. An egg being fried by Abbas Kiarostami. 6. Spike Lee trying to get his baby daughter to say 'Daddy'. YMMV.

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THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME (1932) is HUNTING HUMANS! Sadistic count 'Zaroff' explains his perverted lust for killing humans as a prelude to having sex with their women. Very unusual and very much pre-code! With the same set-up and crew of the people who made King Kong a year later. 💯 score on Rotten Tomatoes. But only 2/10 from me.

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AGAIN?!?!? - "Again!!"- IAIN RANNOCH X 2:

🍿 "Does that cover cakes?"...

Everything I repeated 8-10 times already about my favorite 'Black Mirror' episode, HATED IN THE NATION, (last time in January), still stands. It's one of the best dystopian police procedural I know about people being held responsible for their actions. And the only sequel I ever want is the one where DSI Karin Parke and her sidekick Blue Coulson team up again to solve futuristic high-tech mysteries. And that ominous soundtrack note, man! 10/10.

(I re-watched it mostly for the details of the "Hashtag Seeding" twist, which I want to use myself in my next move...)

🍿 'Black Mirror' was built as a loosely-connected universe, where details from one episode are often referred to in another. F.ex. Blue Coulson is the one who cracked Iain Rannoch's 'Souvenir file', which was the reason for her resigning from forensic. And Iain Rannoch was the child murderer in S2E2 WHITE BEAR episode. This one I saw only once before, for a good reason, and I regret seeing again. It's a sadistic torture-porn, a nasty horror story about a woman who's being punished for an unspeakable act. Mean, distressful nightmare of the very type I don't care for. 1/10. Re-watch for both ♻️.

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A BUNCH OF SHORTS:

🍿 THEN COMES THE BODY tells of a Nigerian young man who taught himself how to dance ballet from watching YouTube tutorials and of the ballet school he started in the open-sewer slums of Lagos. It's the Instagram opposite of the Frederick Wiseman's Troisgros pure documentary style from above, but the subject matter is too powerful, so that the manipulation in this one is soon forgotten. You "will" cry! 7/10.

🍿 MILTON (1992) was the original sketch, part of Mike Judge's early, crude drawings which 7 years later he transformed into 'Office Space'. Every line in this short was used in the live-action version. 8/10.

🍿 COLOUR BOX (1935), a lovely abstract British experimental film, which the Nazi labeled 'degenerate'. Excellent Cuban music score.

🍿 WHO ARE YOU? (2019) by Chilean Julio Pot is a great little animation about a novelist with a writer block. Made in a delightful 'New Yorker' Cartoon style in black with red accents, but unfortunately it was dubbed into English, by voice actors that didn't match the story.

🍿 LIFT (2001) was a semi-pointless British documentary. The director installed himself in a narrow elevator of a typical tower block, and for a long period of time tried to engage in conversation with the ordinary folks who use it. A good concept, but it never got beyond random small talk.

🍿 HI-FI (2000), an early, wordless Sean Baker mood piece. 4 teens ride a sedan through New York at night, looking to score some hard drugs. M'eh.

🍿 MADAME TUTLI-PUTLI (2007), a weird Canadian Oscar-nominated stop motion puppetry nightmare. A creepy-looking 1920's flapper girl on a metaphysical night train is running away from something into unexplainable dreams.

🍿 Jack Stauber's 2020 OPAL, an even weirder, more unsettling mishmash of horrifying trops, done in an ugly, off-putting aesthetics. Low-rent Eraserhead.

🍿 FOUR WOMEN (1975), my first by Julie Dash. A choreographed modern dance interpenetrating the Nina Simon song. [*Female Director*]

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THROW-BACK TO THE ADORA ART PROJECT:  

Adora loves to cook.

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(ALL MY FILM REVIEWS - HERE).

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Final Fantasy XV Noctis x reader x Prompto __________________

Well, this is something I found on another data storage device.... It's been a while I have written it and I have more... ____________________________ Part 2: How you met his father, the king….. ____________________________ ________________________________

How you met him… 

Noctis was known well. The prince of Insomnia. The son of King Regis. The handsome prince…. And so on. More importantly he goes to a regular school like commoners. Anyway while everybody and every of your friends were swooning about him, you were different. There you stand on the bottom kneeling and swooning about a puppy. ,By the six, nobody could be cute like this!‘ your thoughts run wild as you pet the fury. Only if you can send this to Prompto! Yes , Prompto is a friend to you. And the only one you fantalk about animals. At evening you send each other’s memes or photos of cute pets . Sometimes even he shot themselves. Once you meet him in middle school. He had a little more weight as it should be but he was totally alright as a human. He got the heart on the right place!  And then your father got a small Job outside of the town and you slowly lost contact to the precious boy. Few years later you came back to high school and boom! You bumped into someone tall and thin with freckles on his cheeks and messy hair. Holy your eyes were wide.

„PRO-" Suddenly you were in his embrace and he yell loudly.

„Y/N!! How long has it been?.“ A smile came to your face as you felt the familiar warm and smell of the boy.

„Too long?“ you mumbled in his shirt. However you missed something on him. What it was you noticed as you got a good view on him without his arms around you. That was definitely impressive ….. His overweight or any fat which was on him wasn't on the place anymore.

„What?!“ you screamed. „ Prompto you workout?“ You winked at him while he got flustered and stumbled on his words. „ You look even cute now!“ you smirked at him as he got redder.

„N/N STAAAHP! You say embrassing things . You too!“ He yelled back with eyes closed. Even you felt slightly warm around your cheeks. Because he was the first boy who complimented you. Suddenly, he changed the topic in your chitchat. „Mhhh maybe we got same courses ? Anyway I need to go now and find my friend. Next time or at lunch I introduce him to you.!“ He eagerly told me and hurried into the building.

„Ooookay….. must be urgent.“ 

The first day ended positive in high school. Definitely, because of meeting your old friend. Outside, you watched how the club activities started. Still, you could not decide which you should choose. After while, watching the others play some sports, you felt eyes on you. You look around but couldn't find the person who you thought were watching you. There, you shrugged the feeling away. Again, after a pause, you felt yourself being looked at. With more confidence, you looked around as you still didn’t find someone. Then suddenly, you tripped over something and fell flat on the grass.

„ Ow!“ you exhaled as you saw the culprit was a leg. With black pants. The male who it belonged to is asleep (or pretended to be at this time)  against a tree. You couldn’t make out his face because of his dark blue bangs hiding the most part of his. „Sorry….“ You whispered as you stand up again. And while you stand up, you fucking recognized that your unwanted school skirt was from the fall dragged up. Thank God, the boy was in deep slumber or he had seen your panties with red hearts on it. Tomato red, you hurried from the unconscious one away. Unknown to you, he had the same blush on his face and held back a laughter. ( This incident, he refers later to you on the journey.)

Next day, first classes were chemistry. Oh god, how you hated it. And the worst part, it was with Prompto who only couldn't sit with you because you came a little late due to the traffic. There, you had the table for you alone until someone later than you came to the class and took the seat next to you. Well, it was direct on the door…. With second glance risked, you recognize him to be the boy from yesterday. Only, to saw his eyes now. Bloodly hell and by the gods, what had you missed?! He was hot ….. And beautiful. You directly looked to the teacher with heat on your cheeks. The teacher must often hush the girls from the back seats for a reason as you steal sometimes a glance to the handsome boy next to you. Luck was on you as the teacher gave you teamwork to do with a paper sheet. And, as you shyly asked him about the answer from the third question when he showed it to you lazily. Slowly, you reached the end or your work:

„Finally ! We did  it.“ You let your body fell back into the seat. The bell rang. He huffed and spoke up relieved

„Can get my less sleep from the morning  back.“ With closed eyes he almost dropped his head on the table.

„Not enough sleep huh?“ He smirked as he mocked

„There would be never enough for me….“ You laughed and introduced yourself while giving your hands out to shake it

. „My name is Y/N.“ He took it gently as he gave you a small smile .

„Nice to know you Y/N.“ you waited for him to give you his name but somehow he kept silent.

„ uhm …“ you tried to find the words and asked him nicely. He rised one of his eyebrow. „How is your name?“ Well, that is an ordinary question right? I meant, he blinked multiple times at you and had a slight open mouth. A little did you panic. What was wrong? The blue haired was just speechless. Why could she not know? But would explain why she was so casual with him. That was definitely what he liked . No formal adressing and speaking with him like a normal student. There, you almost asked him what’s wrong as he closed his lips to speak.

„ I am Noc-"

„Y/N!!!“ a whiny voice shrieked through the room as some slender arms hugged your waist. Prompto's head is on your tummy as you looked down at your friend.

„Woaaah Prompto !!“ Still, the nameless boy was utterly confused as the blonde male is holding you and watched the scene in surprise.

„I missed ya! Morning you need to come earlier!“ you rolled your eyes. Like a kid. Before you could ask the boy again with his name he was surrounded from females from your class and they squealed loudly enough for you to leave the room from the annoying girls. Prompto just looked back and muttered

"I believe he is not coming any sooner there out. Come we already go to the next lecture!“ 

The next weeks, you met the pretty boy only on few occasions. Like getting food on your break time and leaving the school while he waits outside leaning on the walls from your school to get picked up. There were some greetings there and here.  However, once you dripped over something on the large staircase and almost fell down the hundred steps as he suddenly appears in front of you and stopped your falling. How he was suddenly there to your rescue is a big question for you until you went with him outside the town. This is going to happen in a few years . You thanked him puzzeled as he held you on place . Some of your female classmates would glare daggers on you because of your closeness with him. He just nods and you start to apologize for leaving him. Somehow your were quite shocked what happened and needed air. Outside, you couldn't just explain yourself why this felt so familiar. He just grapped your both arms as he tried to hold you and says

" Be careful !“ something in your memories just popped up as you recalled the events from the fifth may ten years ago.:

Flashback 😏

Your cat was missing. And you went after school directly to search him. Sadly, you couldn't know where it had gone as you just strolled the streets down. Your already had puffy eyes not only because you missed your cat. You really didn't know were you are. Some people asked you if somethings is wrong and you shook your head. No, no, no, you gonna end this and find her. You wiped your tears away and stamped forwards.  There was a large building which reaches the clouds. There lives the king like always your dad  mentioned to you. Maybe, you can ask the king for help. With confidence, you reached the front door from the palace. The soldiers just watched you amused.

„ I wish to speak with the king" you demanded. In movies you already know how to demand the royal presence. They gawk at you and just laughed.

„Dude, did you hear that?“ his friend nodded and they almost make their pants wet. You pouted.

„Hey if you search your parents asks the guy over there in green clothing he helps you.

„... but my father said the king would help for any crisis and be there for the people?“ You questioned the man who has now a puzzled face.

„ Because he has no time for child’s play.“ Then you walk disappointed away. ‚Why…. I thought he would help me….‘ suddenly you hear a loud ‚meow‘ as you turned around. There, you saw something red gushing into a bush. This could be your cat! You just run after it without thinking. You have to got through a fence . Thank good that you were small and could press yourself through it. Then, you got near to your cat as you called out to her but she just jumped away and run deeper into the garden with various plants. Suddenly, you see people and just hide behind a big tree. ‚Where am I? And who are those people with weird clothing?“  Scratch this, you need to catch your cat.  Slowly, you tip-toed to the next tree. This went on for a while until someone from the building was walking into the garden and looked around what for a noise he heard. There, you lied flat under a bank with you hand on your mouth and you heart beating strongly. You didn't felt when the man disappeared as a voice called out in hush

„You can come out. He is away..“ You looked to the voice came from and found dark blue sneakers. Then, he bends down and held a hand towards you for helping you to get out. A little confused, you took it and stand up.

„ What are you doing here in our garden?.“ A boy in the same age as you (you assumed ) asked you curiously. Suddenly, you got sad and mumbled.

„I was searching my beloved cat… And, I saw it here playing around and yeah somehow I just run after it and….. got here….“ The stranger just stared at you with concern as he offered

„Then, we search together?“ 

With his aid, you somehow managed to get your cat and held it in your arms. Anyway, you both reached even outside the garden and took shelter under an old roof. You squeezed together with the stranger to keep yourself warm.

„ It seems that it goes down for a while.“ He mentioned.

„ But before it gets dark I must return home!“ Silently, you started to sniff as he turns and patted your head.

„ Don’t worry, we somehow get back. I believe we need to get soaked to find back…. The weather is not going to change for a while….“ With wrinkled eyebrows, he watched the sky. Without a warning, your cat scratched you as she jumped from your arms and disappeared into the wilderniss of town.

„Oh no!“ you yelled and started to cry. Your new friend began to calm you as he hugged you and motivated to keep going now. You nodded and sniffled a bit. He reached out his left hand to you.

„We must stay together.“ He smiled and you returned his. Drenched in rain the boy and you run towards the large to tower as he knows that was were you both started your search. After a while running, the boy asked someone for the way and you already took slowly the steps down from a park. Cause the rain, they were so slippery and you began to slip and fell down.

„ Ahhh!“ you screamed as the boy called out.

„ Hey!“ And in no time, he jumped in front of you to stop your falling. You just could make out some blue glitters around him.

„Wha- thank you!“ He smiled and said.

„Just be careful.“ As the sun went down, you and the boy were picked up from a policemen who searched you both. As the police car parked in front of your house, you turned to your new friend.

„I don't wanna go in…. They must be mad…“ You whispered. He nodded and said.

„ Me too. I think my father is over worried too but Gladio is going on a rampage!.“ He remembered the last time, he snuck out and his face got pale.

„But thank you for helping me. I was glad to meet you.“ He turned his face to you and nodded hastily.

„Yes! Even all was a bit scary,  It was even fun with you! Like a real adventure.“ Your eyes lit up.

„ Oh yeah let's do it soon again!“  Then, he smiles widely and laughs a bit. He was more silent over your stroll but now, he opened up and his blue eyes are showing how happy he is.

„Not before you are old enough! You can go on adventure when you old enough.“ The policeman scolded you as you flinched.

„Yes….“ You said. Then you jumped out of the car and waved happily the boy good-bye. Before you knew it, the car followed the main street down and you just realized. „ I forgot to ask him about his name!“ At home your parents were angered but even relieved you came back safe. 

So years went by and you heard nothing from the boy or see anything.

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You realized, it must be the same boy from ten years and him. The hairstyle was back then more wielded and his bangs didn't covered his eyes. Definitely, you must speak it up next time. As you thought about how you  should approach him, you walked to your next course. ‚Damn does he even remember this time? And does it not sound creepy?  Maybe, I better ask him again about his name to start this conversation. Yeah that is right!.“ With new motivation and plan, seriously who thought about someone to approach ? You swung the door open to enter the room. Unfortunately, the door crashed against someone who grunted in pain. 

„Noct!“ an all to well known voice rang out worried. Wait….. As you look behind the door, you saw the boy on the floor sitting on his butt. He held his nose as he glared at your direction. His glare softens as he realized who it was.

„ I am sorry. My fault I shouldn't have-" Then red liquid quilled from his hands like water . OH HELL YOU BROKE HIS NOSE. Prompto searched eagerly for tissues. As he wanted to lay his head back you rushed to him. „No, you should let it all out. Or the blood runs down your throat!“ Your right hand reached his neck as you held him down. A little did he flinch at your contact as he blinked to your side. „Come I bring you to the nurse!“ The blood ran as you helped him to stop it but you just dirtied your hands with it. This was a little embarrassing from the young man as you held the bloodied tissues (thanks to Prompto) softly on his nose. „Really I didn’t mean to swing the door open like that!“  Totally worried, you opened the door to the nurse room. He chuckled and mumbled

„ Don't worry. I didn't pay attention either.“ The nurse in the room just called who it was. „Sorry for disturbing but we have someone here with a bloody nose which can't stop!“ The nurse chuckled behind the curtain.

„Put him on the bed. I help you in an instant.“ Like said, the male sit on the soft bed and waited until the nurse helped him. You just waited with him too. As she puts aside the curtains, she registered who just sat in her room. Her eyes went wide as she bowed. ‚What….?‘ you questioned her weird behaviour. ‚ I apologize I didn't know who entered the room.  There she still bowed her head to the floor. Really now?

„I am sorry but your patient is bleeding like hell and if you don't stop your bowing, he ends up dead from blood loss!“ you mentioned pissed. How stupid is that? The male watches your reaction amused as she almost tripped over her feet and started to stop his bleeding. Like order from you she apologized for her late reaction... Okaaaaaaay.

„Should I inform the king from your injury?“ the nurse asked as she wrote down the report with shaky hands.

„Oh god, please no!“ the male speaked up almost freaked out. „Don't worry him about this little fuss.“  ‚Why the king?‘ you asked yourself.  As you both left the room, the nurse again bowed down . Weird woman…..  You paid for his meal during lunch time as an apology .

„ Really you don't need to. I have plenty food enough from home.“ He reassures. The last words, he muttered inaudible for you. „ Ignis would kill me if his cooked food is untouched.“ Then, like a lightning it struck him. „ Do you eat vegetables?“ he asked you.

„ Huh? Ehm … sure?“ Suddenly, he opened a fancy bento box as a dream sight of arranged food enters your eyes. You gaped at it.

„ There“ he held the delicious food to you. „ You can eat it up. Just give me the box back.“ 

„ You don't wanna eat it?“

„No, I hate carrots and there is a lot of another things in it I hate.  I am happy with the bought food.“ You took the box and start to eat it.

„Thanks…“ Hell whoever did this has a real talent in cooking. „How’s your nose?“ you ask him.

„Better. It stings a little but not broken anything.“

„ Thank the six gods.“ You sighed.

„Hey you two!“ The blonde male waved as he hurried to you.

„ What a surprise  you already known each other for a time?“  You shake your head.

„Well we met on occasions but really known not why?“ Prompto laughed as he said .

„ This is my best friend who I wanted to introduce to you.“ He said proudly.

„ Oh nice. And…..?“  His shoulders dropped.

„AND WHAT?“ he yelled. „You know that it is something.“ The boy warned his blonde friend.

„ Please Prompto. I introdu-" You took another large bite as Prompto let the bomb fall. „ He is The prince from Insomnia . Noctis Lucis Caelum.“ He gestured to your male you sat next to. ‚ What…‘ your mind went blank. You looked back at the called one as he rolls his eyes annoyed from his friend.

„Can you not wait and made everything dramatic,  Prompto?“  Noctis….. Wait you remembered Prompto called him Noct so this can not be a joke. And Noctis is the name from the prince who belonged to the royal Lucis family who rule over Insomnia. And the name of the king’s son. The prince. Bloody hell. That explains why you met him in the royal gardens. You helped at this time that the prince went missing. This explains even the crazy fangirls. And that he was always alone somewhere. You talked him so casually all the time. And didn't recognize the prince of your town. Hell, he must think that you stupid. You almost broke his nose and accused the poor nurse of her behaviour. And ….. eat up his lunch….. You pale. „ Look what have you done now she feels uncomfortable around me!“ He bickered at his friend.

„ But how could she not know?“  Yeah how could you? Maybe you never believed your were able to befriend with the King’s son. You set down his half eaten lunch box.  You turned to Prince Noctis as you fall on your knees as  you exclaimed.

„ I apologize for my treason, majesty!  I accept my punishment. “ Prompto directly took his camera out as he oogled you with wide eyes. Noctis now begin to feel ashamed as all eyes land on him.

„ Treason? What? No , majesty ? I am not my father when you must say ‚ your highness but please stand up!!! Prompto don’t you dare-"

„Too late.“ He giggles as he watches the new shot photos.  You looked up shakily. Noctis sighed relieved as you were on the same level like him again. Prompto snickered as he said

„ This is not how you do it. You need to bow slightly and say ‚your highness‘.“ Like fast you did as said.

„Prompto…..“ The prince groaned

. „I apolgize for my rude behaviour.  I am not to know well with all the royal concept.“ You looked down to avoid his eyes. Again, he sighed as he caught one of your shoulders to get your eye contact. „

Y/n" he remembered your name. „ Believe me I am happy you actually don't. All this royal adressing makes me sick. Please call me just Noctis without prince or highness. Treat me like a normal mate here in school.  I have this enough at home…“ You nod as you still progress that the prince talked to you. Prompto smiled as he touched your other shoulder.

„ Told you he is nice!“ He laughed and added „ But totally lazy.“

„IDIOT what have just said?“ he glared at his best friend. The blonde put his tongue out. After while, you all sat again in silent and eating your foods. Somehow, you finished the royal fancy food. Then, Noctis received a call. „Hello? Oh , it's you  Ignis. Yeah…. Hmm…. Yeah I did eat them. What? Of course, why should I lie? He sneaks a glance to your holding his empty bento box. No. Did you just call because of this?“ he mumbled annoyed. Prompto just broke into his conversation

„ Say hello from me to Iggy!“ You could not believe how casual Prompto was with him and maybe others. As the phone call has ended, Noctis opened from his phone the camera app as he took a photo from the empty food box on your lap. „ That makes him shut up now.“ He smirks evilly.

„Dude…..“ Prompto shakes his head. „Did you just have on your photo the delicious legs from Y/N?“ he arched  an eyebrow.  You blushed at the compliment and the description from your legs. Noctis turned beet red on his ears.

„ Yeah why?“ „Have luck that he believes you.“  Like it was planned a sudden tone signalled  that Noctis got a message.

Your highness, Like it seems the bento box I made is empty. You were right with the food. Please asks the female how the the various creation from vegetables tasted.  I would like to hear her recommendation. And introduce me to her at the evening. If she likes I set up a fine meal for you and her.  Congratulations for your first female friend.😉 Greetings, Ignis

Noctis rolled his eyes as he reads the message. He questioned why Luna doesn't count as female friend but anyway:

„Hey, Y/N Do you have time after school?“ he just asks without looking at her.

„ Uhm..  Yeah a little time I have? Why?“ he shrugged his shoulder as he said.

„ Ignis is ready to make more food  today.“ You nodded as Prompto yelled.

„ Hell yeah, warm prepared food after school!“ He dreamily looked to the sky as Noctis declared annoyed. 

„Did I invite you?“ 

Another beep sound:

Hey sleepy head, Just had meet Iggy, fine legs those you photographed. You got taste. Eager to see her face😏 How far are you with her😚? No wonder you were so motivated to get early in school, hehe. Don’t forget training today! Gladio.

Noctis can only sigh about this and shut down his phone. "Great.... Let's go back to class..."

____________________________ Part 2: How you met his father, the king….. ____________________________

[writing-whump]

So a little whump blogs rec round (I keep all my faves listed in my pinned post anyway). I'm borrowing the format from @shion-yu @wussifer and @wordsmithwhumpsandfluff

@bellysoupset Queen of the whump blog society is the right title. 100+ fics of mind-blowing quality, characters so real and engaging I have dreams about them, okay, they are people you meet next door and love with all your heart. Can't say if I love Luke and Bells or Jon and Leo or the combo of all six of them...

@angstyaches Shayne and Charlie, my darlings. I could read an eternity of the two of them sitting on the couch and talking, there is always so much emotion and conflict in every interaction. Felix and Elliott, vampire sweeties. Honestly the best of the mundane drama, emotional exploration with supernatural elements. I just appreciate it's like fantasy, but with an upgrade, deep sort.

@tomato-sickfics The character drama? Benji being such a lovable angry cat? The relationships here?? What's not to love?

@emphasis-on-the-comfort deactivated again, but her fics are on ao3, thank goodness. University era boy friendships. It's so pure, so realistic, so wholesome. So sorry to see her leave.

@spoonsandcabbage My first whump writing blog ever. I had no idea what whump or emeto were, but I couldn't stop reading. Incredible writer. I love the the two brothers, Jason and Noah so much, so many years later.

@clickerflight So many stories. So many darlings. So many verses to hurt them. My beloved RP partner and precious friend. A very skilled artist, as if it weren't enough already. Wholeheardly recommending. You all, if you want to see characters dealing with scars, there you go.

@wussifer I love the complicated father and son bond between Jack and Leo, okay. The way we can see it change over the years, from estranged and new to close and sweet, from bratty kids to mature grown ups. Raina is so cool.

@whiskey-tango-matcha I have barely discovered this blog, but the writing is so good! Love the realism of the restaurant setting, the work dynamics, the friendship...gotta explore more after exams.

[healeroflightanddark]

Zarc's Yuus, Chapter 8: Guilt

Yusho had overheard Zarc’s words, and a pang of guilt went through him. The idea that all the  bullying his precious little boy had experienced in the last three years was his fault made the older man feel bad about leaving without explaining. And he really couldn’t find fault in Zarc’s logic. He now understood exactly why Zarc hated him so much.

Yusho had no intention of leaving his family again now that he knew that his little disappearing act had caused Yuya so much pain and suffering. It wouldn’t be fair of him to put his son through all that stress again. Sure, people now knew that he’d disappeared to help in the Dimensional War and considered both him and Yuya to be heroes now, but still! Yuya didn’t deserve all the stress he’d experienced.

Well, now Yusho wanted to make it up to Yuya. He couldn’t believe that it took hearing Zarc’s complaints about him for him to realize just how badly he screwed up. He should’ve at least asked Reiji to explain things to Yoko and Yuya, rather than simply assuming the young CEO would do so.

As Yusho walked back into the house, he noticed Zarc immediately stop talking. Clearly the asparagus-haired boy still wasn’t happy with him. That was fine. Yusho supposed he deserved the silent treatment. He walked over to the living room where Yuya and his counterparts were playing with the pets.

“Oh, hi Dad!” Yuya said, looking up at his father. Yusho smiled and said, “Yuya, are you still interested in glassblowing?”

Yuya lit up happily. “Yeah! Mom took me to a Renaissance Fair a few months before the Lancers formed, and I got to watch some glassblowers make vases and sculptures!” His eyes shined at the memory.

“Well, how would you like to have your very own glassblowing studio when we get a new house?” Yusho asked. His tomato-haired son gasped in excitement. “Really?! I’d love one!”

“Good,” Yusho said, smiling. “I’ll make sure the new place has an area that works.”

It was the least he could do to make things right with his son.

[pinkprimrose05]

Can you do the whole favorite thing about them, least favorite thing about them, favorite line, brOTP, OTP, nOTP, etc. for Yuya?

Warning: Long post, contains slight spoilers.

I am so very sorry for long this stayed in the box- but thanks a lot for the ask!

Favorite thing about them: Why must you make me choose. I can't. I can't do that. There's genuinely too many things to choose from.

...fine, I can do honorable mentions. One thing that piqued my interest in the tomato son all those years ago was how layered his persona can be... if you squint. Or if you're like me and relate to him on a spiritual level. You see, at the surface of his character, Yuuya's your average protag boy: fun-loving, good-natured and full of innocent hopes and dreams-

Except, that's not all there is to it. Not even at the very start of the story. We see from the get-go how he struggles with the weight of past events and his own doubts and insecurities -which only gets more and more prominent as the show goes on- all while holding onto his smiles in defiance against adversity, and trying to help others do the same as well. Personally, I still think that this is a deceptively simple yet very powerful message.

Least favorite thing about them: Ah, that's a question I can't quite answer. You see, there isn't anything specific I dislike about him, as much as there's stuff I dislike that happen to him- as in, to his character. Like the last stretch of the Xyz and Fusion arcs. Those parts did irreversible damage Yuuya's portrayal- so much so that even I, known for being more forgiving of the story's flaws than most, was shaking my head in denial through the first, second, and third watch. Lord help me when I reach them in the fourth.

Favorite line: Quoting myself from the Yuugo version of this post: would it be cheating the question if I said there's too many to count? Because it's still true. I know for a fact that I'll mention a line here and then find another one I prefer not a day later- that's how it is with the faves, I suppose. For the sake of not leaving this empty, though, here's one quote that stuck with me longer than most:

"The dueling I've had up until now isn't something I made alone. Because everyone was there, I was able to make it this far!"

brOTP: Yuugo!

...Saw that coming? Yes? No? Look, Yuuya's the protagonist so he naturally has a lot of interesting friendships, some established, some made over the course of the show... and a few entirely hypothetical, like this one. What can I say? I just think they'd go great together. Picture this: two idiots with half a braincell between them, who meet each other proper and instantly click. And get on like a house on fire from there. Seriously, they're so different yet similar in so many ways, and I think that'd lend itself to a great mutual underdtanding between the two- almost as if they have some kind of telepathetic link (hmmm). Putting them in one room for extended periods of time will either result in the most fun sort of chaos or in talks so deep they both end up bawling their eyes out in each other's arms.

They're friends. Besties. Brothers even.

OTP: Look, I'm a bonafide vanilla when it comes to romantic ships. Fruitshipping is my first and main OTP in all media of interest, and the threatre kiddos get a badge of honor for being one of a scant few pairs that got me extremely close to crying on more than 1 occasion. That's more than can be said for... *checks notes* ...99.8% of the characters I know!

nOTP: Hmm... there's none that come to mind, honestly. I don't mind seeing Yuuya paired with anyone, as long as the ship is not inherently inappropriate and/or isn't portrayed in any weird ways.

Random headcanon: Thanks to certain happenings towards the end of the plot, Yuuya ends up developing the unconscious habit of hoarding things precious to him. He'll go to sleep curled up in the middle of a nest of blankets and pillows, surrounded by all his favorite plushies, random trinkets and gifts from friends, and of course, his pendulum and card partners (thank god in-universe cards are stupidly sturdy). The first time Youko chances upon him in this state, deep in the peaceful bliss of slumber, she stealthily snaps a photo and- huh? No, you didn't hear a thing. "Cuteness overload can be heard from over a mile away?" Pfft, nonsense.

Unpopular opinion: No idea how unpopular this may be, but... I don't get the claims that Yuuya's not a good duelist?

Several people point out that he relies on Action cards to stall out a duel until he can turn it around, and conclude that as such, he's less skillful than most of his opponents. That take confuses me more than anything; after all, isn't it in the nature of the Action duel rule that one must make use of the card scattered around them? They're not just there for show, nor are they solely used for their effects. And besides, it's clear that Yuuya's particular brand of entertainment dueling places heavy emphasis on the dynamic aspect, which is why he's always running around the field and trying to make a spectacle out of every move. That doesn't diminish his skill in any way I can see- he's just more inclined to using resources outside those in his deck, thanks in part to needing more combo pieces than survivability cards by virtue of using Pendulums.

Song I associate with them: Assuming any song qualifies, I'd say it's Future Fighter; because it's literally Yuuya's (and Reiji's) very own personal song. It highlights core aspects of their personalities through the lyrics- and what do you know, our boy has a very nice singing voice too! It was one among many highlights from the back half of ARC-V S1 to me.

Favorite picture of them: Look, I just want to see him happy. I think he deserves to display genuine joy more often. And the more sparkles the episode budget allows, the better! So with that in mind, here's a few of my favorite pics of the boyo.

....oh, you thought I could pick only one?

Bonus:

[ask-sum-2ps]

Awakening

That's right! guess who's finally back into the swing of things! your favorite pink haired fox thing, things have finally settled down. and i'm somewhat caught up with my collage work, but now i feel safe and mentally secure enough to start working on my blog and my boys again; if you all have noticed or not the blog has gotten some visual upgrades, mainly it is lore and that lore will be unlocked going further down the line. i want the lore to be like a fun puzzle, i will be sprinkling hints as i go. now that states this blog will still be goofy silly haha 2p hot men, but lore is still fun to have and i like making it now some more updates below

For Starters, it's been a while since i've shared about my precious cats. We'll start with my older son, Thomas (tried to be Tomato but Thomas stuck) he is a big fat boy, love him a lots and his Brother Catalina (we thought he was a girl until he grew nuts)

so those are how the cats are and of course if you guys ever want i'll happily show some more pictues of my sweet baby boys. but now to the actual star of the blog and what you really wanna see. . . . . .

Me (just kidding)

Now the 2ps, so i have made a realization that on this blog i currently have 41 2p characters for the blog and 164 characters in total for the blog. so to make it so i don't end up fucking dying from trying to ya know trying to draw and keep track of every character. i will be separating main 2ps from side 2ps, you can of course still talk and ask the side cast stuff but i will mainly be focusing on the main cast. speaking off the main cast they will be getting some outfit changes/new looks just because i wanna give them some nicer outfits, the main cast will also be getting some more Indepth information that i will be posting on the blog so you can learn more about some of the lore i have for them

Klaus and Azrail are in grey cube jail because they are so ungodly pale that they disappear on the white background so i needed a different color to help them pop out but looking at it they are still kinda pale, at least they're a little bit more visible.

of course i also have a good few asks that i need to answer from last i left the blog off, although i won't be answering all of them as i will mainly be cleaning out my inbox and answering the ones that i feel like i can answer in a way that won't be disappointing. that includes a joke one my boyfriend gave because he is silly (i love him despite his silliness) so rest assure that there will be some asks finally answered but i hope i will get some new ones seeing as i will be more active (the art will be simpilar to help me do this easier)

i will also be doing more artist adventures with my 2ps, one of those things i want to do is animation and animatics. so expect to see some of those in the future, but if you would like to see early wips and other stuff i may do i do have a youtube channel although so far it's only character playlists for some random 2ps but i will still give the link if you guys are interested

um i'm not sure what else i should mention in this update, uhhhhhhhh oh! right you might be wondering why i'm orange simple reason is that it's autumn so ya'know orange. yeah seeing as my Sona Jam is an animal like creature i made it so she changes during the seasons. mainly to reflect how i like to change during the seasons (close and hair wise) funny enough in the species i made for Jam the they only change for winter but Jam is special as she changes seasonally.

each are different flavored too, Spring: Strawberry Lemonade, Summer: Cherry lemonade, Autumn: Orange Lemonade, Winter: Blackberry Lemonade

and those should be all the updates i need to give, i'm happy to be back! i missed everyone a lot

[princepsumbra]

Leo: A Fódlan Biography

PERSONAL INFORMATION

GENDER. Male

AGE. 21

HEIGHT. 5′8″

BIRTHDATE. June 30

CREST/HOLY BLOOD. Technically yes; he does possess unspecified blood of a First Dragon. It is the author’s personal hc Leo has Ground Dragon blood. 

CLASS. Unaffiliated Assistant Professor of Dark/Reason Magic

AFFILIATION. Kingdom of Nohr

BIOGRAPHY. Born the second son--a proverbial spare--Leo survived two wars and watched his brother ascend their kingdom’s throne. With a strong desire to make a name for himself beyond that shadow, he eventually found his way to the Officer’s Academy. He is both an accomplished mage and equestrian and holds a decent talent for swordcraft. As befitting a prince, he prides himself on impeccable manners and holding his emotions close to his chest. This Academy will give him a chance to learn new ways of magic while also realizing his own potential. 

PERSONAL HISTORY

Year ??? ~ Born to King Garon and an unnamed concubine 

Year ??? ~ Survives the Concubine Wars 

Year ??? ~ Sides with Corrin in her war for peace; upon its end, works tirelessly for the betterment of Nohr

Imperial Year 1180 ~ Enrolls at the Officer's Academy at Garreg Mach

INTERESTS. Reading, Strategy, Spellcraft, 

LIKES. Horses, stars, tomatoes, horticulture, chess                                                  DISLIKES. Wasting time, bad manners, abuse of power, selfishness, his parents, excessive sunlight                                                                                                                  STATUS. Prince of Nohr 

CLOSE ALLIES: Corrin, Xander, Camilla, Elise, Niles, Odin, Pelleas 

DINING HALL PREFERENCES

LIKES. saghert and cream, pheasant roast with berry sauce, beat meat teppanyaki, pickled rabbit skewers, daphnel stew, gronder meat skewers, derdriu-style fried pheasant, vegetable pasta salad, vegetable stir-fry, grilled herring, fish and bean soup, two fish saute, bourgeoise pike, sauteed jerky, sauteed pheasant and egg, garreg mach meat pie, pickled seafood and vegetables

DISLIKES. sweet bun trio, peach sorbet, onion gratin soup, country-style red turnip plate, fruit and herring tart, fisherman’s bounty, fish sandwich, spicy fish and turnip stew, sweet and salty whitefish saute, super spicy fish dango, cheesy verona stew, gautier cheese gratin, cabbage and herring stew, small fish skewers, fried crayfish

DINING HALL NOTES

FAVORITE DISH.   𓆱

"My gods, this tastes amazing! Oops, did I say that out loud?"

LEAST FAVORITE DISH.   𓆱

"Was this marinated in poison?"

WITH CORRIN (WIFE)  𓆱

“Our time together is precious. I enjoy every moment with you.”

TEAM TIME GUIDE

FAVORITE TEA. Dagda Fruit Blend,  Almyran pine needles

CONVERSATION TOPICS. A new gambit. A strong battalion. Close calls.  Equipment upkeep. Evaluating allies. Exploring the Monastery. Mighty weapons. Monastery rules. Monastery security. Overcoming weaknesses. Potential training partners. Reliable allies. Someone you look up to. Tell me about yourself. The ideal professor. The last battle. The library’s collection. Your ambitions. Capable comrades. Garden mishaps. Classes you might enjoy. Plans for the future. Books you’ve reach recently. Things you find romantic. 

TEA TIME QUOTES

GREETING.   𓆱

(1) "Thank you for the invitation. I have a little spare time.” 

(2) “Hm? I was reading this fascinating book...” 

(3) “What is it?” 

FAVORITE TEA.  𓆱  

“A lucky guess, perhaps? Nothing refreshes the mind quite like a strong cup of tea.” 

FIVE STAR TEA.  𓆱

“Such extravagance should not be wasted. Thank you for sharing.” 

BEING OBSERVED.  𓆱

(1) "Is my collar inside out?”

(2) “Tell me, have you read any interesting books lately? I finished one last night...” 

(3) “You have quite the astute stare.” 

QUIPS. 𓆱

"I’m used to more overcast climates.”  “Hmm...”  “I hope my siblings are faring well.”  “Ah, it’s still quite hot.”  “Please, enjoy your cup.”  “(Sighs) “What hobbies do you enjoy?” “How embarrassing...”

ENDING.  𓆱

"Spending time with allies is always enjoyable. Thank you.” 

FINAL COMMENTS.  𓆱

(1) “Teaching has proved quite the challenge.”  ANSWER. Nod, Sip tea     (2) “What are your thoughts on attempting new strategies? One can’t learn without trying things out first...” ANSWER. Commend, Chat (3) "I wield the divine tome Brynhildr. Its power is formidable. If you have questions about it, please ask.” ANSWER. Nod, Sip tea (4) “Admittedly, there are some things I do not fully understand, such as the intricacies of morality.” ANSWER. Nod, Admonish (5) “I quite enjoy going out for a daily ride on my horse.”  ANSWER. Laugh, Praise (6) “My biggest desire is to see my country prosper.” ANSWER. Nod, Sip tea   (7) "My siblings oft drove me up a wall growing up, yet I can’t imagine life without them. Such is the way of families.”  Answer: Nod, Laugh (8) "Battles are like games of chess. Though the stakes are considerably higher...” ANSWER. Nod, Chat, Sigh     (9) “Over my lifetime, I’ve observed that many people tend to hide their true selves behind a mask. Do you find that to be true?”  ANSWER. Chat, Admonish

MISCELLANEOUS DIALOGUE.

GIFT GUIDE

FAVORITE GIFTS. Arithmetic Textbook, Book of Crest Designs, History of Fodlan, Riding Boots DISLIKED GIFTS. Stylish Hair Clip, Training Weight, Armored Bear Stuffy 

GIFT QUOTES

DISLIKED GIFT.  𓆱

"Seriously? I can only guess you were trying to do something nice.” 

LIKED GIFT.   𓆱 

"For me? I appreciate the gesture.” 

FAVORITE GIFT. 𓆱

"How did you know this was my favorite? Thank you.” 

LOST ITEMS

NOTEBOOK OF SPELLS. A small book that’s heavily annotated. The cramped yet elegant handwriting crowds into the margins. It probably belongs to someone who enjoys studying. Location found: Dining Hall

METAL HEADBAND. A simple, curved hair adornment. It probably belongs to someone who is fastidious about their appearance.  Location found: Stables

CHESS PIECE. A well made, hand carved piece of dark wood that’s clearly part of a set. It probably belongs to someone fond of strategy.  Location found: Library

LOST ITEM QUOTES  OWNER.  𓆱

"I’ve been looking for this! ...Ahem. Thank you for returning it.” 

NOT OWNER.  𓆱

"This belongs to someone else. Cleaning up after others is quite the thankless task.”

BATTLE QUOTES

MOCK BATTLE RETREAT.  𓆱 

“To think I’ve been bested here...”   ( *Byleth specific  ) "Professor, it appears I have much to glean from your methods.” 

FIRST KILL.  𓆱

"No mercy for those who stand in the way of justice.” 

MONASTERY QUOTES

CHOIR PRACTICE.  𓆱  

(1) “My talents lie in other practices than singing.” 

(2) "....I hope no one can hear me.” 

COOKING. 𓆱 

(1) "While I’ve improved a bit, I’m still no great chef.” 

(2) "I’ve prepared this myself--rest assured, it shall be delicious!” 

(3) "A prince I may be, but I cannot always rely on others to provide meals when necessary.” 

TUTORING

INSTRUCT

BAD.  𓆱

"A disgraceful showing.” 

Critique: I suggest explaining this in a manner best suited for beginners. Console: I have faith I can learn this material. 

GREAT.  𓆱

"This was an inevitable result.” “Learning something new is one of life’s pleasures.”

PERFECT.  𓆱

"I knew I could reach greater heights.”  PRAISE. "Together, we can achieve great things.”

TASKS

STABLE DUTY. 𓆱

“Taking care of the horses is no small thing. A knight relies on the health and well-being of their steed.”

WEEDING. 𓆱  

"...Must we do this in the middle of the day?” 

SKY WATCH.  𓆱

“I prefer the ground, but I appreciate the view from so high a vantage point.”

CERTIFICATION EXAMS 

  FAILED.  𓆱

"I cannot gain perfection with such an abysmal performance.” 

PASSED.  𓆱

"This confirms what I already knew.” 

UPDATE GOALS

REASON. 𓆱  

“Professor, while I possess great skill in the art, there is always more to discover. I have dedicated my life to the study of magic; allow me to continue my research under your guidance.”

Riding  𓆱  

“Horsemanship is a skill I’ve been pursuing since childhood. I find it freeing when riding my horse across an open field, and the strategical advantage the added height gives me is invaluable. I would prefer to continue exercising my mastery in this area.” 

Authority 𓆱  

“My brother once told me I needed to be more confident. Despite our differences, I still wish to emulate him as a perfect example of princely conduct. I am not against seeking counsel when needed. This is a challenge I am determined to overcome.” 

LEVEL UP

0 TO 2 STATS UP  𓆱  

“(Sigh) I need to study harder.” 

3 TO 4 STATS UP  𓆱   

“Growth in any form is better than none.” 

5 STATS UP  𓆱  

“Polishing my talents, as expected.” 

6 STATS UP  𓆱  

“Yes...these are the limits of my true potential.” 

UPON REACHING LEVEL 99  𓆱    

“Am I finally worthy of my place in this world?” 

BUDDING TALENT

“Every day I discover new things about myself.”

NEW SKILL

“With this, I can employ a variety of new techniques!” 

RECLASSING   𓆱    

(1) “New experiences are a fact of life.” (2) “Untapped power at my fingertips...” (3) “Is my uniform on inside out?” 

BATTLE QUOTES

WHEN SELECTED

FULL/HIGH HP  𓆱   

“Prepare to drown in the dark!”

MEDIUM HP  𓆱    

“I will not fail.”

LOW HP  𓆱   

“Are you sure this is the best approach?”

ENEMY DEALS 1 OR NO DAMAGE OR MISSES 𓆱   

“Fools.”

CRITICAL ATTACK  𓆱  

“It’s too late for surrender!”  “Nothing but cinders.”  “I warned you I’d show no mercy.” “You can’t hide from me.” “With the divine power of Brynhildr!”

GAMBIT  𓆱  

“Risks are the reward of the confident.” 

GAMBIT BOOST  𓆱  

“There is no escaping.”

DEFEATED ENEMY 𓆱   

“Pathetic.” “I cannot fail.”  “Is that all you have to offer?”

ALLY DEFEATS ENEMY  𓆱  

“You have my thanks.” “Excellent! We showed those fools.” “Not a move wasted.”

ALLY HEALS/RALLIES  𓆱   

“I’m impressed.” “Thank you.” “We will stay sharp!” “I can continue to fight.” “Shall we show them our might?” “Unparalleled excellence.”  “I’ll do what no one else can.”

DEFEAT QUOTE

CASUAL  𓆱    

“I’ll fall back.”

CLASSIC  𓆱  

"Fiends! That I...should pay with my life...for never being strong enough...”

THE ADVICE BOX

"I’ve a brilliant mind for all things academic, yet when it comes to fashion and other abstract ideals, I’m a bit absentminded. What can I do to overcome this flaw?”

>Who cares about fashion! >Try writing a daily checklist (Correct answer) >Do nothing. It’s funny.

[loominggaia]

Every time I read a story I have a new ship lol. I finished Resistance is Futile and now I ship Tomato and Azadora. I wonder how would their parents react if they got together?

They are cuties! I'm not sure they're in the right age range to be dating eachother though. At this point in the series, Tomato is 13 and Azadora is 10. This gap won't matter when they're older, but right now they are in pretty different stages of life. Tomato is starting to deal with teenager problems and Azadora is still just a kid, they can't relate to eachother very much. I think they just play together because frankly, there aren't a lot of kids in the Hollow and they don't have much choice.

But let's say a few years pass. Azadora is 18 and Tomato is 21, and they've decided to date eachother. How would their parents react?

In short...not well. At least not at first.

Balthazaar just doesn't want his precious Dory dating anyone, period. He doesn't trust that any boy is good enough for her. He thinks they're all horny little scumbags who will only break her heart, or worse, trap her in a crummy marriage. He does want her to marry someday, but in reality, her suitors would have to move mountains to earn his approval.

Balthazaar likes Ginger and Tomato well enough (He hates Itchy, but so does everyone, so...) but the notion of a satyr boy dating his daughter would sting him. He wouldn't like it at all. He's a bit prejudiced and believes male satyrs are only after sex, that they're hopeless drunks who can't hold a job or be responsible. He doesn't dislike Tomato, but he doesn't want him as a son-in-law.

Itchy, meanwhile, is hootin' and hollerin' with pride because his son is dating a cute girl! A cute human girl! He believes all humans have lots of money, and because they don't face discrimination that satyrs do, life is always easy for them. He encourages Tomato to put a ring on that girl's finger as soon as possible so he can reap all those social benefits a human wife would give him.

Ginger is much more reluctant about this. She worries that because Azadora is human, this means she will never have grandchildren. She also worries that their species differences will cause drama in the relationship. But she likes Balthazaar and Azadora; they are her friends and she knows they're good people. Ultimately she just wants Tomato to be happy, so she gives her blessing, even if she's not 100% on board with the idea.

Cinnamon's just like, "You want to marry my brother? GROSS. He sucks lol"

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

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[moonsilkwisdom]

It is canning season. For me, this means a lot of pot stirring, as I make tomatoes, jam, and preserve a lot of fruit halved and sliced. This leads me to communing with my patron goddess, Cerridwen.

While there are books on her, her mythology is minimal. She is there at the beginning of the tales of Taliesin, a great Welsh bard. Wanting something to counter her son's great ugliness, she worked on brewing a potion to grant great intelligence and inspiration. The story goes on about how her apprentice ended up as the recipient of those three precious drops instead. The most important point in the story is how she refused to allow him to hide the talent he received and pushed him to learn how to use those skills.

In my search for my patrons, I had to do my research to find her. I knew she was of the moon and inspirations, but her name did not come easily. Only after putting the work in to find her, did she feel free to acknowledge me as one of hers.

These days between Lughnasadh and Mabon are keeping me busy honoring her as I stir pots over open flames.

[clumsyshyy]

A story about my babies. (Guinea pigs)

I had two guinea pigs Chump (the one with black, brown and white fur) and Chewy (the one with brown and white fur), I got them on July 6th a few days after my birthday and let me tell you they were my pride and joy, I would've done absolutely anything for them. The lady we got them from, her son whom was about 8-10 was quite neglectful of them, she said he never took them out of their cage, hardly fed them and didn't clean out their cage, so I made it my mission to give them a happier home, I cleaned their cage which was filled with maggots and poop, I got their food schedules on the right track, started giving them stuff like kale and tomatoes (stuff they could eat) and I took them out of their cage to play with them as much as I could.

I did everything in my will power to make sure my babies were okay but on August 14th of 2022 Chewy died, we believe it was due to an infection, I never got to say goodbye to my baby, I cried my heart out for weeks, losing a guinea pig was one of the worst things ever to happen to me and I swore I would try harder to keep Chump alive.

Well I tried but sometimes trying never works, Chump died December 11th 2022, he became paralyzed and had refused to eat anything, we were gonna take him to the vet but the nearest vets were closed and we didn't think he would survive an hour long trip to the vet, let's just say he died that night, he died as I cradled him in my arms, telling him how much I loved him. I've never been the same since, losing them was terrible and I know if I ever get guinea pigs again that they would never be able to replace my original babies but I would love them unconditionally.

I still think about Chump and Chewy, I cleaned out their spot, shined up there cage and stored it away but I have yet to figure out what to do with their belongings (toys, covers, etc.) if I sell them then I'll be selling precious memories but if I keep them then I'll just be hurting myself, I think I might keep them though because even if my babies are no longer in this world, I don't want to completely lose my memories of them.