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occamstfs · 9 months ago

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Spanish Shortcuts

Heyo, Here’s a Latino cultural/racial change, also my first foray into a possession transformation! Lessons to be learned about clicking dodgy links and letting spirits walk all over you!

¡Espero que lo disfrutes Atajos en Espanol! -Occam

The foreign language requirements of any American high school are guaranteed to be lackluster. It is no wonder that a nation so fixed on instilling American and English supremacy was so wont to neglect the study of foreign languages and culture. For his part Claude had just about forgotten all the Spanish that he learned not too many years ago. At the present moment he is browsing the web looking for some way to reclaim and improve on his meager knowledge. Despite his desire however, he is shockingly unwilling to do much at all to pursue this end.

Rather than the tried and true method of studying each day Claude is instead looking for not only the easy way, but an instantaneous way to regain his lost knowledge. This is obviously a beyond foolish endeavor, though having long heard tales of people waking up speaking in languages they hadn’t learned he was deep in rabbit holes online scouring for a ticket to bilingualism. Unwilling to admit that they were just old wives’ tales or shitposts he clicks link after link sure the next one will lead to some fruition.

Deep in websites he certainly should not be visiting without a firewall he actually stumbles on a thread in Spanish. Hastily translating the page through Google it promises the fluency of a native speaker through a single click. Claude scratches his cheek wondering whether or not to go through with it, could be malware, probably just a link to a meme or the like. He looks at the link in blue text, it’s just a name: Carlos Herrero. With little further ado Claude decides fuck it what’s the worst that could happen and clicks the name in blue.

The lights in his room flicker as his hand holding his mouse is promptly shocked. He pushes away from his desk shaking his hand in pain as suddenly there is a chill in the air. He shivers as he hears a voice, deep and unknown, whispering in his ear. “Hola hola hola mi perrito.” Claude shakes his head feeling the tickle of a beard on his cheek and swats at the air. “Ay! Lo siento, ah- ¿cuál es su nombre? Claude ¿Verdad? ¿Me entiendes?” (Ah! Sorry, uh- What is your name? Claude, is it? Can you understand me?)

Claude looks around his room in shock at this mysterious voice, immediately assuming he’s lost his mind. He shakes his head trying to wake up or come to his senses, after a few shakes he feels a cold powerful hand grasp his jaw. He hears the voice continue to speak in words he couldn’t understand and did his best not to process lest it worsen the state of his mind. His eyes widen in shock as he stares into the space, feeling the skin on his face contort in response to a hand that is not there. He feels the grip tighten and his breathing accelerates as he starts to hyperventilate.

As if in response to his fear the hand disappears from his face and he feels a heavy arm around his shoulder. “¿No querías saber español?” (Do you not want to know Spanish?) Claude’s ears pick up as he hears Spanish he can just about recall. In doing so his brain immediately reprocessed the preceding events in order to maintain any semblance of sanity. The link must have worked! This is just a dream or something that will end with him knowing Spanish, just like a video game. He just needs to play along until he wakes up. Neglecting how real everything clearly is he addresses the voice, willing himself to believe whatever it is that it’s not malevolent. “Okay, uh I’m down for whatever, thanks for your help, uh, ghost?”

“De Nada, Claudio.” With this Claude’s visions flicker as the chill in the air fills him. He gasps and sees his breath condensate as every inch of his body is ice cold. Claude falls out of his chair and scratches at himself, instinctively trying to claw something out of his body. He rolls onto his hands and convulses, retching as if trying to throw something up. As the seconds pass he feels his body rapidly warm from the bitter freeze, unsure if this is a mirage of heat like the comfort one feels in the throes of hypothermia he paws at his chest.

Before finding confirmation in any way Claude hears the alluring whispers once more, though this time not tickling his ear. Rather it is now a voice within his own head. “Testing testing, ah would you look at that. Now I’m speaking a language you can understand huh? Hahah!” Claude’s brow furrows as he wipes spit from his mouth. This was not the easy nap and wake up anew process that he was promised. As if it had access to his thoughts the voice responds to this. “Ah sorry if I misled you little guy, this is going to be a bit of work. Trust though! It will certainly be easier and quicker than wasting your time studying!” Claude rolls his eyes before remembering since this is probably a dream that at the very least in reality this will be over briefly.

Claude then tilts his head and asks out loud to the voice in his head, “Why are you speaking in English now?” It sounds just like the one he heard earlier, if not a little more playful as it responds, “Ahh language processors, something or other- Don’t worry your little head about it, in time we both will be thinking in Espanol ya? In the meantime why not jumpstart it!” Claude purses his lips trying to find the inscrutable voice’s intentions as he does so the heat in his body begins to convert to energy.

He suddenly feels as if he’s had enough caffeine to power a body three times his size. He feels every muscle in his body demand attention and exercise as his hands start to shake. “Oh would you look at that! If it’s any help any time I used to get excited or stressed I’d always hit the gym, ya dig?” Already motioning to get changed for the gym to blow off some of this energy Claude pauses to once more try and understand the implications of the voice’s statement. “Sorry, what do you mean you used to?”

There is then a jarring silence in his mind. Claude stands, gym clothes in hand, without a thought in his mind before the voice replies trying its best to disarm him despite its deep gruff tone, “Ah well, you know how these things go, it’s just dream logic right? This is all lucid dream, the quicker you stop questioning the sooner you’ll be a pro.” He feels a vein of chill air dash through his mind once more and he nods in agreement. His eyes lose their sharpness as he decides to just listen, throwing on some clothes and heading out.

Heeding the voice he endeavors not to question his circumstances. He gets in his car and does not wonder why, if he is truly dreaming, that he did not just poof over. Feeling his heart start to beat quickly in his chest, in response to anxiety in his chest or to the energy only continuing to course through his veins he is not sure. He looks in his rearview mirror to calm himself and sees the same reflection he always has. Claude smiles at himself seeing at least his appearance is static in this dreadful dream and heads in to get this over with, the voice in his cheering him on as he makes his way in. Increasing in fervor and volume with each step towards the door.

Once inside he Claude is shocked as the voice suddenly drops out of his head leaving him once more with the harsh silence of but his own thoughts. After having such a loud visitor in his mind he is almost uncomfortable with the feeling. Stepping up to the counter to check in he greets the receptionist, “Heyo! It’s Claudio hermano!” The receptionist tilts his head as for a second it’s almost like two voices came from the man in front of him. Claude looks down at himself and clears his throat before trying again, “Lo, Urgh, Sorry about that, Um It’s Claude Smith.”

The receptionist checks him in and Claude goes off to stretch. He doesn’t usually spend much time at the gym, just enough to stay thin. But something inside him tells him that today will be different. Something inside him. His head twitches to the side as the idea washes across his mind. Looking around the room to ensure he’s alone he tries talking to the voice, doing so he does not notice that his pitch has lowered, “Hey uh, I know you told me not to ask questions. But did you make me call myself Claudio earlier?” Having paused his stretches he feels a burning in his arms and legs demanding they keep moving. Obeying the pain, his lips quiver as if he’s about to speak and the voice responds, “Ay ¿Crees? (You think so?)Es just a slip of the tongue ya?”

Claude continues stretching carefully, taking deep breaths to assuage the anxiety building in his chest. He is facing away from the wall of mirrors, unintentionally or through some subtle manipulation. Otherwise he may notice as his hair slowly begins to darken to a deep shade of brown. The blonde locks he has always been proud of maintain their length as they darken unnaturally. The thought pops into his head that he would look good with brown hair si? He shakes it away as soon as it appears though, biting his lip to avoid voicing his concern at how much power this “voice” has over him.

Trying to center himself he closes his eyes as he continues to stretch. The companion in his mind is thankfully quiet as he pushes away the discomfort at the silence and instead appreciates the freedom. Little does he know the presence is simply acting on him in other avenues as he stretches. Claude smiles as he feels the burning relief of his stretches, grunting quietly enough that he notices not how his voice has continued to deepen, inching closer to the voice that is not his own.

The pleasant burn of his legs as he stretches them becomes almost intoxicating as he leans against the mirrored wall. Were his eyes open he would see his calves begin to grow beyond those that he wakes up to every morning. They begin to bulge larger and longer as he extends them. Muscle the size of a baseball forces its way onto them as he stands smiling dumbly. His thighs then stain larger to match pace as they expand to hold the weight of someone a foot taller than he. The soothing burn of stretching hides the soreness that should be apparent and Claude begins to sweat as if he has been heartily working out for some time now.

Not to be outdone there is a whisper in his head that he should stretch his arms as well. Without a further thought, almost without his mind even sending the order to do so, his arms are out in front of him. Each second his arms lie extended they stretch further out from his torso. Claude motions to stretch his shoulders, wrapping one arm around the other, his biceps rub against each other as he squeezes his arm tight to his chest. His arms begin to show a bulge of muscle as he stands there biting his lip at the pleasure being wrought upon him through simple stretching.

Finally he raises his arms above his head to stretch his meager chest, struggling to do so as his larger muscles have begun to impede his dexterity. With his arms in the air and his pits exposed he notices that something has begun to stink up the locker room he’s been stretching in. Claude opens his eyes looking for the assailant, to no avail. He turns his head to the side thoughtlessly putting his nose in his pit, finding the scent closer he takes a deep breath before finding himself starting to chub at the scent. The voice in his head laughs, “¡Jajaja! ¡Nice brazos (arms) perrito! ¿A ti también te gusta mi olor, eh?” (You like my smell as well huh?)

Despite his best efforts at centering himself during his stretches, he is once more consumed with anxiety. He looks down at his body that he knows should be petite but instead finds one that does not go two days without hitting el gimnasio. He flinches as his mind automatically went for the word in Spanish. Wait, did the voice in his head just say his smell!? He sniffs the air and a thought forces itself to the front of his mind, Well this is what I wanted wasn’t it? His ears ring as he is not sure if those are his thoughts or ones implanted by whatever monster is doing this to him.

Claude feels an itch on his hand and he looks down to see the hand that clicked that link some time ago as it begins to darken. He sees a rich tan begin to spread up his suddenly muscular arm as veins throb down it aiming to increase the mass. “Q- What es, happening!?” Claude turns to look in the mirror and finds the tan racing across his body. He sees the patches of his unmistakably white skin tone become naturally sunkissed as his eyes widen in shock. He freezes up and the voice in his head takes advantage and tries to seize control outright, flexing his arm and revealing the thin patch of blonde hair in his pit as it grows dark as the hair on his head and thickens beyond the pale. The voice speaks in his mind deeper and stronger than ever as he begins to outright vie for control, “Tranquilo Claudio. (Chill out Claudio.) Let us see what I can do jaja!”

It takes a bit of concerted effort but the voice, who outs himself unsurprisingly as Carlos himself, step by step forces Claude’s body across the room in his catatonia. Claude feels a smirk on his face as Carlos positions him at the bench press. He clumsily lays back on the bench before checking the weights. Looks like some cabrón left his weights on the bar, though actually it's fortunate as Carlos doubts he has the ability to do such complex motor functions as he feels Claude start to wake from his stupor.

Carlos feels an itch on Claude’s face and he begins to smirk as he feels facial hair begin to grow, “Ay he might have cojones yet jaja!” Claude feels his mouth move of its own accord and finally notices that his voice has lowered considerably and he feels his body struggle as he tries to gasp as hears it develop a deep accent.

Before Claude can wrestle control back Carlos grabs for the bar and starts to do a rep. He grunts as he realizes this body is simply not strong enough at the moment to manage the weight that was left on the rack. As the pole is just about to pin him however Claude senses the peril and both minds in the body force the bar up. “¡Bien Claudio! Let’s see what we can do juntamente si?” (together yes?) Claude tries to grunt out a protestation but is suddenly racked with pain as his body must grow larger to force the bar up.

Both men feel as weight begins to pile onto the twink’s only recently muscled body. Claude feels as pecs develop on his chest, totally ripping the tank top that had grown tight while stretching. Carlos feels as his biceps surge larger than the thighs this weak body had not two hours ago. The expression on his face flickers between ecstasy and concern as he lies on the bench doing repetitions as his core strengthens and puts on mass.

After his chest and arms grow large enough to send existential fear into Claude’s mind and a hungry lust for more into Carlos’ balls, Claude stumbles off the bench and falls to the floor, letting the weights crash next to him. He feels pin pricks as tattoos begin to stain his tanned skin and he cries out in his changed voice, “No! Este es- This isn’t right!” with each word his voice cracks deeper and the English words become a tad more difficult to maneuver his mouth around. Without a beat, Carlos immediately takes control of his mouth and responds as his voice finishes changing to match the one in his head. “Ah, ahí estás equivocado amigo. Esto es perfección.” (Ah, there you are wrong friend. This is perfection)

Claude stands to stare in the mirror watching sweat trail down his body and ink rise in his skin. He looks at his chin as a beard begins to shadow his face. He sees his eyes as they flicker and begin to darken to a deep cacao brown. His lip quivers as if he is about to cry before without any input from him it turns to a sneer as he feels Carlos chastise him without words. Claude feels a pit in his chest as not only does he not need to hear them, he begins to feel the disdain himself. As if the will of Carlos was starting to become his own.

This causes a surge in his crotch as he feels in that regard Carlos has already wrestled full control. He feels his balls that are not his begin to grow and demand attention. They feel full and needy as pre begins to leak out of his growing erection. That happens anytime he goes to the gym si? As his eyes shift down to see his bulge make itself known his facial hair expands and his pubes begin to crest above his waistline. The small bush of pit hair begins to grow into a jungle as his balls work overtime to produce testosterone to power his poderoso body.

Feeling the hormones from Carlos’ balls pump through his veins Claude realizes what a losing battle he faces. He feels his thoughts begin to mingle with the man he foolishly allowed into his body as he begins to feel himself overwhelmed with the pressure and lust issuing forth from his crotch. He feels his fluency in English begin to wane as Carlos begins to overpower every aspect of his personality. Claude continues to stare at his reflection in the mirror and the anxiety and fear rapidly dissipate as he enjoys the power that he wields. “¡Dios estoy tan chacondo!” (God I’m so Horny) The two men voice as one, his voice reverberating through his chest as he feels power continue to surge through him.

Claude watches as his body flexes itself in the mirror without a single thought or any input from him. Not that he minds, it’s doing exactly what he would be doing anyway si? He smirks seeing his cock bob up and down as he struts across the gym floor. Every thought in his head is in fluent Spanish as he feels his identity fully mingle with Carlos’ as they truly become one. Despite this originally being Claude’s body he feels himself shrink and mold as he becomes an aspect of Carlos’ personality. Every action, every word, every movement will be crafted by the two of them. Though altogether Claude will just about always find himself thinking just as Carlos does, and both minds will more often than not be ruled by the powerful hormones coming from below.

“Debería haber preguntado sobre los términos y condiciones, Hermano.” (Should’ve asked for the terms and conditions bro.) He thinks to himself as he makes his way to the gym’s showers to pump one out. Over time even Carlos would forget that this has not always been his body. Each day he would continue to make it his own, increasing his mass and power. Outgrowing a wardrobe of clothes he would never be caught dead wearing. It did not take long at all to establish his supremacy as Carlos Herrero. Though there was some inherent difficulty navigating this land only knowing Spanish, Carlos managed well enough, confident that if needed he could perhaps let his passenger breathe enough to regain some English. At this point however it’s hard to say if any remnants of Claude remain, and moreover if he would even desire to emerge back into his own mind, it is of course much easier to simply indulge in the ceaseless pleasure he has found for himself within Carlos’ mind.

#male tf #cultural change #racial change #masculinization #hair growth #race change #mental change #possession #jockification #muscle tf

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dedmerath · 6 months ago

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Hell is NOT Forever! a Hazbin Hotel Fan game

Hi! I'm Merath, and I'm developing a HH fan game, where you play as a brand new Sinner Adam in a quest to redeem himself and find his place inside the hotel.

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What kind of game is it?

This is an exploration game mixed with relationship development! Explore the hotel, avoid death, find collectibles and talk to the Hotel Cast to learn more about them and unlocking new rooms and guests. Fulfill character request, learn their secrets and get them to like you (?) and forgive you. (Yeah, you heard right).

See that GREY HEART? Get the characters from grey, to blue, green, yellow and RED and unlock their friendship.

Will there be romance in the game?

Romance is a Patreon Support Tier. We are not selling the game, it will be free! But we need support to create it and keep working on it, so, we will have support tiers that will unlock cool features, like romance and more!

Also: Romance will not be forced as a "MAX LEVEL" relationship, you should be able to choose between romance and further your friendship!

How many possible relationships will there be?

All we can get. For now, Adam can have his little harem like:

Angel, Alastor, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer, Nifty, Vaggie.

There are some more characters there that for now are NPC only. But might get their own heart in the future. And we plan to add more characters to the hotel, like Lute, Pentious, Mammon...etc. Again, if we get the support.

(Also, we include all ships, except maybe Cain.)

Will there be mini-games?

Yes. Support tiers. We are thinking cooking mini-game, drinking...?

I dunno, Adam likes it tough.

He can also take a relaxing bath!

When will the game be ready?

The beta is under development! So, we hope soon. (And I say we but its all a one person effort, so be patient, haha!)

Where can I support the making of the game?

Here on patreon! Thank you very much! =D Hope you all enjoy my content! If you have a question just ask!

Estará el juego en español también?

Si, el juego contara con idioma español.

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Patreon Support Tiers:

The more monthly support we get, the more extras we can work on!

Collectibles System (Collect stuff to unlock prizes)

Friendship System (Befriend the cast up to "Friends")

Trophies/Achievements (Unlock cool trophies for Adam's room)

Extra Room: Bathhouse (Make Adam take a relaxing bath)

Bathhouse System (Make Adam take a bath with others)

Regrets System. (Be hunted by the shadows of your past, who will try to kill you on sight!)

Kitchen (Give Adam a place to cook food for others!)

Crafting System (Craft gifts and stuff for Adam’s room)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #fangame #merath #adamsapple #Youtube

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corseque · 2 months ago

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I thought I would just finish creating these for every language as long as I had everything open.

DA: Veilguard 繁体中文 Traditional Chinese Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard 繁体中文 Traditional Chinese Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard 简体中文 Simplified Chinese Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard 简体中文 Simplified Chinese Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard 日本語 Japanese Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard 日本語 Japanese Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard 한국어 Korean Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard 한국어 Korean Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard Русский Russian Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard Русский Russian Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard Português Portuguese Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard Português Portuguese Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard Polski Polish Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard Polski Polish Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard Italiano Italian Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard Italiano Italian Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard Français French Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard Français French Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard Español Spanish Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard Español Spanish Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard Deutsch German Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard Deutsch German Script (Raw)

DA: Veilguard English Script (Organized)

DA: Veilguard English Script (Raw)

BONUS INQUISITON SCRIPTS:

FRENCH:

Dragon Age: Inquisition Organized Script in French

French Dialogue Separated By Character

Everything Solas says in French

Comparison between Solas' dialogue in French and English

GERMAN:

Dragon Age: Inquisition Organized Script in German

German Dialogue Separated by Character

Everything Solas says in German

Thank you to @bluebadger37 for helping me get the Inquisition talktable in German!

ITALIAN:

Dragon Age: Inquisition Organized Script in Italian

Italian Dialogue Separated by Character

Everything Solas says in Italian

Thank you to @amburuthings for helping me get the Inquisition talktable in French and Italian!

(the lines that read like "0x00097cf3" are lines that appear in English that didn't seem to get translated into the other language - they appear in the English script but are not translated in the talktable of the other game.)

(I would like to make organized scripts for Dragon Age: Inquisition in the other languages, but I need the raw talktable for them in order to process them, so if you would like to export the raw talktable in your language for me using Frosty and link me to it, I would be glad to quickly put it through my program.)

#Dragon Age #Inquisition #Veilguard #Inquisition spelunking #Veilguard spelunking #that comparing between Solas French and English lines.... I enjoyed looking at that even though I don't speak French #I don't speak any of these languages so these were automatically processed #the way this works is that the game files call them by English names and so I was not able to name them by anything other than in English #but the lines are what we want #forgive me if I wrote something wrong here lmao I really only speak English #now we have French and German and Italian Inquisition script

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anaconamor · 8 months ago

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learned from the best - jb blurb

quick sum: jude can’t help but thank the best teacher he’s ever had. the one who taught him the language he wants to ever share and speak with you.

“tu español a mejorado bastante,” you say, placing a kiss on his cheek, letting your lips linger for a few seconds. you were sat on his lap, jude looking up and rubbing his hand on your thigh “no pensé que ibas hacer eso mi amor.” (your spanish has gotten better… i didn’t think you’d do that, my love.)

“le quería enseñar a todos lo tanto que eh aprendido,” he says cheeky making you roll your eyes at his demeanor. “además era el momento perfecto, no crees?” he raises his brow as you watch in amusement, jude still a bit tipsy from the drinks he had. (i wanted to show everyone how much i have learned… also, it was the perfect time, don’t you think?)

“gracias por ser la mejor maestra que eh tenido,” jude smirks feeling your tiny slap on the side of his head. “solo lo dices por los recompensas que te daba después,” you squint your eyes while having a straight smile, yet having the urge to laugh. (thank you for being the best teacher i’ve ever had… you’re only saying that because of the rewards i gave you after…)

“in all seriousness, thank you. i wouldn’t have been able to do this without you. i know i was a pain in the ass most of the times, and you pushed me more than anyone else, but in the end you taught me a new language. your native language, and i can see how much that means to you,” jude says. “and now it means so much to me…”

“entonces eso significa que ahora vas a hablar con mi familia el español en la casa?” you deadpanned, jude’s face dropping as he shook his head immediately, frantic about your suggestion. “ah no…” jude chuckled nervously, “i learned but i haven’t perfected it pretty girl. not just yet, i want them to be amazed,” he kisses your hand, over the small “j” charm on your bracelet. (so that means you’ll finally talk to my family in spanish at home?)

“i guess that’s fair…”

“i want our kids to learn spanish though,” jude says seriously, making your heart race at his topic of kids. the whole day he spent appreciating, thanking, carrying kids, including his teammates new baby that had your heart fluttering with nerves but overall joy. “you mean it?” your eyes soften knowing that no matter if he’s drunk off his ass or sober he serious about it. serious about you, his future that involves you.

“cien por ciento. yo quiero una familia grande contigo. y que nos hijos hablen español,” he stutters nervously, yet it brings small tears in your eyes. “aras mi madre la mujer más feliz del mundo,” you joke, making him laugh. (one hundred percent. i want a big family with you. and that our kids speak spanish… you’ll make my mother the happiest woman in the world.)

“y tu? tu también serás la mujer más feliz del mundo?” jude asks resting his head on your shoulder. tired from the blissful game, the traveling, celebrating, yet for you, he felt more alive than anything. he pictured his future exactly like this, you on his lap, watching your babies play on the pitch, their giggles making the both of you grateful. (and you? will you also be the happiest woman in the world?)

“ya lo soy,” you whisper, brushing your hand on his forehead and placing a kiss. (i already am…)

“te amo, mi amor,” jude says with a tiny accent that has you laughing happily. you would never ever take for granted how since learning those two words, he used them anytime and anywhere. (i love you, my love…)

“y yo más.” (and i more.)

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

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ashkabbom · 3 months ago

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Thoughts of the Day - Mouthwashing

A/n: I don't know what this is 🧍🏽. I started with one idea and ended up with a completely different one. Lock your doors and windows before you go to sleep, or Jimmy will appear in your room at night.

Versión en español en Wattpad: Libro de One Shots - Mouthwashing (Cuenta: ashkabbom)

Versão em português no wattpad: Livro de One Shots - Mouthwashing (Conta: ashkabbom)

•Post-Crash!Captain Curly x Reader (Not the focus, but it's still here)

Synopsis/Summary: Situations from every week, questions from every day

Notes: I apologize in advance for the phrase Swansea says😭

Why had he done this? He condemned you all to immediate hell.

That day, the emergency screen, the red lights everywhere and the sound, all of that could only be a bad dream, right? It had to be a nightmare.

What had you done to deserve this? Years of work thrown away with a single action and you don't even know why it was all thrown down the drain without any prior warning.

You loved him like never before, your days with him meant much more than all the work you had in this place.

The layoff was already a problem, but this was beyond what you could handle in the future. If there even was a future.

The tears fell and you felt yourself slowly going crazy. The captain was out of the game now and in his absence they put Jimmy as an anesthetic for the immense despair in everyone on that ship, but it didn't work at all, it was the calm before the storm.

Anya looked as uncomfortable about it as anyone on that ship. Having Jimmy as captain was stressful, to say the least.

You and the others came to a silent agreement about the now captain. He was as cowardly as anyone there, but he was still second in command.

"What do we do next?" You ask, taking a deep breath, wiping your tears on the sleeve of your uniform.

"I don't know, but his painkillers will run out at some point." Anya also looked apprehensively at the captain's situation.

At the same time that you felt anger and disappointment, you also felt worry and uncertainty, you still loved him. The story made sense to some extent, but it didn't match the captain you knew.

"You.. You know how I feel about this, I think it's the right thing to do, Anya." It was weird to think about doing that with someone you like, you don't even know if you can imagine yourself doing such a thing.

She didn't have to answer, but as much as neither of you wanted to, you silently agreed that it was the quickest and least cruel option towards him.

"What a funeral atmosphere." Daisuke's voice coming from the door startles you both, making you turn to look at him.

"Well, this is almost a funeral- Ouch!" You can't even finish before Anya pinches your neck. "Okay okay, I get it."

"And how is it going? How is he?" He approaches the stretcher and looks at the captain, saying good morning and sighing soon after. "At least he's alive..."

"The painkillers help to control the pain and he can... Sleep, I think, or at least not writhe in pain and discomfort." Anya says to Daisuke, knowing that it was impossible for Curly to have any slight improvement in the situation they were in.

"But still no sign of being able to speak, and it would take a miracle for him to actually be able to say something." You say sincerely.

Daisuke nods in acknowledgement, he wondered if keeping the captain in this state for months was right. When they return to Earth, Curly could receive specialized treatment for his situation in a Hospital, right?

"The Totally Spies girls better get back into their disguises, or the Mojo Jojo will find you out." Swansea warns, leaning against the door.

If everyone was in sickbay, Jimmy would probably be hunting one of them around the ship. It's only a matter of time before Jimmy shows up and starts putting stress and pressure on everyone, so Swansea was right.

You pat Daisuke on the shoulder and then look at Anya. "You heard Jerry, girls, back to disguises." Anya lets out a small laugh, a small quiet moment before dealing with the reality of things.

"I'll give the painkiller to the captain this time, I'll see you guys later" You say waving to your colleagues before grabbing the bottle of painkiller.

Daisuke and Anya walk to the door, chatting a bit before agreeing on where each of them would go. "But isn't the Mojo Jojo from The Powerpuff Girls?" Is the last thing you hear Daisuke say before the door closes.

It's just you and him now. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, but you could feel Curly's gaze burning you alive, so many things wanted to be understood with just a single look from his eyes.

If he could say something, what would he say? What would be his version of what happened? Why would he have crashed the ship? Would he want us to keep giving him the painkillers or just end his suffering?

Looking at him, burned, unable to speak or move properly, lying on that stretcher, which was now his bed and the infirmary his room. He just stared, unable to close his eyes at any moment, you didn't know what was going on in his head, it was impossible to guess any feelings he had by looking at his face.

"Yeah, Captain... You should have thought better about your actions before you did this to us..." You say with the painkiller in hand. The urge to cry formed again and made you feel suffocated. "You have to take responsibility somehow at least..."

#captain curly #mouthwashing #anya #anya mouthwashing #curly mouthwashing #daisuke #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing x reader #swansea #swansea mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #captain curly x reader #curly x reader #mouthwashing x male reader

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mellx370 · 21 days ago

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Soy muy conciente de que Jean dijo textualemente que no le volvería a enseñar francés a nadie nunca más en la vida (y menos a chicos bonitos de ojos verdes), pero, teniendo en cuenta que el segundo libro de the sunshine court sala en un mes más aproximadamente, no sería interesante que Jean accediera a enseñarle a Jeremy? Sería una manera interesante de mostrar que nuestro Jean está sanando <3

#aftg #all for the game español #all for the game #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean #golden raven #chico frances

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helen-with-an-a · 1 month ago

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My WIPs

My Masterlist

Hi everyone. So I've got a lot of WIPs and drafts and things and I'd thought I might share them so you can see what's in the pipeline for 2025.

A little disclaimer: these are in no way a promise to be written. These are just ideas that are in my head right now. I want to write them all but there are a lot and sometimes ideas come and go.

I'll try and update this somewhat regularly but yeh. I hope you enjoy looking through these.

Fluff | Angst | Suggestive | Angst/Comfort | Smut

Barça Femeni:

Baby (R comes to live with Alexia when she first moves to Barça and it's finally her last uni exam)

Kicked Out (R gets kicked out of her home)

Knight in Shining Football Kit (Alexia steps in to save R from an uncomfortable media interview)

Hyper (R's a little crazy at times and Alexia has had enough)

Tips (R wants to take the next step in her relationship with her gf, naturally she goes to the team for some tips)

That's a Lot of Blood (TW: medical incident; blood) (R cuts herself whilst making her dinner)

I'm Just Tired (TW: medical) (R's chronic illness takes a turn for the worse)

It's Ok To Be Sad (R is a ray of sunshine, but sunshine can sometimes hide the clouds)

Holidays (R doesn't feel too comfortable about going home for the off season)

AWFC

Hot Mess (R is Kim Little's younger sister and isn't living up to expectations)

I Don't Understand Her (R has undiagnosed ADHD but the team don't understand)

Alexia Putellas

Bratty (18+) (Alexia is a bit of a brat)

Winner Winner (R is a musician and wins her first grammy)

Beautiful Girl

Night Out (18+) (Alexia and R go on a night out with the team)

Talking Her Through It (18+) (Amor and Ale try to get Ale to squirt for the first time)

Notes in the Margin (Ale stumbles across some old books of Amor's)

Subspace (Blurb) (Ale goes into subspace for the first time)

I'm Sorry (Ale gets a little clingy)

First Time (18+) (It's Ale and Amor's first time together)

Ouch (two-part series) (Ale and Amor get into a fight)

Mapí León

Sister Sister (R comes to join her sister at Barça)

Alessia Russo

Outshine (sister!R) (R has always felt outshined by Alessia)

Lena Oberdorf

Jealousy (18+) (R doesn't like the girl trying to flirt with Lena)

New (R and Lena's relationship is very new and they're still trying to figure things out)

What are you doing here (18+) (Lena and R have a one night stand. R gets a new job)

Georgia Stanway

Something's Different (Keira notices something's a little different with Georgia)

Traditions (Georgia and R have their own way of celebrating big wins)

What About Me? (R has felt a little neglected by Georgia recently)

Ona Batlle

Broken (Ona challenges R to a game of football)

Lucy Bronze

It’s all my fault (R doesn’t cope very well when they loose an important match)

Jessie Fleming

Senses (multi-part series) (Putellas!R) (R moves to Chelsea to get out of Alexia's shadow, in doing so she falls in love with Jessie)

A Person to Call Home (Jessie comforts R through not qualifying for the Euros)

Ingrid Engen

Nerves (18+) (2-part series) (It's R's first time)

Keira Walsh

Let Me Show You (When it hits home that Keira and Lucy are done for good, R offers Keira to show her what she's missing out on)

Aitana Bonmatí

Oblivious (R is a little oblivious to Aitana's advances)

Jenni Hermoso

Tú hablas español? (Jenni doesn’t realise R can speak Spanish)

CWFC

Benched (R goes from starting line up, to super sub, to unused substitute)

Release Schedule

All fics are to be released at 9pm on Fridays

February

7th: Senses pt1 (Jessie Fleming; Putellas!R)

14th: Jealousy 18+ (Lena Oberdorf)

21st: Senses pt2 (Jessie Fleming; Putellas!R)

28th: Answering a few Beautiful Girl questions

March

7th: Senses pt3 (Jessie Fleming; Putellas!R)

14th: Outshine (Alessia Russo; sister!R)

21st: Senses pt4 (Jessie Fleming; Putellas!R)

28th: Beautiful Girl Headcanons and Moodboard

April

4th: Senses pt4 (Jessie Fleming; Putellas!R)

11th: Baby (Barça Femení)

18th: Senses pt5 (Jessie Fleming ; Putellas!R)

25th: Sister Sister (Mapí León)

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talon-dragonbeast · 2 months ago

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Anglocentrism in alterhuman communities: ramblings of a Spanish-speaking dragon and a cat

[original in spanish here, though i have no doubt that this version will be disseminated more widely] • [original en español aquí, aunque tengo la certeza de que esta versión se difundirá más ampliamente]

this post was originally written as part of The Sol System's Alterhuman Writing Challenge. written by @talon-dragonbeast, with the help of my sibling @watcherwingedcat. we hope you like it!

word count: 2422

This writing, which is more of a rant with myself than a proper essay, is one I've been meaning to write for a long time; ever since I first joined an online community, to be more precise. Anglocentrism, according to Wikipedia (and yes, the irony of the article not being available in Spanish is not lost to me), is "the practice of viewing the world primarily through the lens of English or Anglo-American culture, language, and values, often marginalizing or disparaging non-English-speaking or non-Anglo perspectives."

If you are monolingual and your native language is English, chances are you have never stopped to think about the advantage this gives you over those of us who are not so fortunate as to be born with the lingua franca on our lips. Yes, you may have had to study some Spanish in school, but let's be honest, very few people remember what they learn in elementary school. As an English speaker, the whole world is built for you, and it's the rest of us who have to fit your mold. Culture, scientific articles, movies, books, video games, the internet, online communities, technical language, educational videos: even in the most international spaces, everything revolves around English. Which brings me to the subject of this writing: The Alterhuman community.

My name (as I am known on the internet, at least) is Talon. I've been a member of the alterhuman community, and more specifically, the otherkin community, for a little over a year now. Otherkin (a word that comes from other, in Spanish otros; and kin, shortened form of kind, in Spanish tipo) are people who identify as nonhuman in some way. For example, I identify as a dragon (among other things), and that's what I am, even if I look human on the outside and am perceived as such. There are many reasons why someone might believe they are not human, but I'm not here to discuss that, so let's get back to the topic at hand.

Since I've been in this community, I haven't written a single post in Spanish. And not for lack of desire, nor because I am intimidated to share something as personal as my mother tongue. No, the reason is simple: The community does not exist in any language other than English. By this I don't mean that there are no non-humans outside of England or the United States, because of course there are (even if they are on other platforms like TikTok or Instagram), and I'll talk about those later. But simply put, the reason you don't see many alterhuman communities in other languages is because all the resources, the introductions, the chronologies of the (English) alterhuman community, the definitions of the terms, the terms themselves, everything is in English.

I have always been bilingual. Well, trilingual actually, although my third language is not too relevant in my day to day life and I only use it in classes or when someone starts a conversation in the language. It's hard to explain how your brain works when you speak multiple languages fluently, but basically it's like running two parallel systems at the same time, but with thoughts. I don't usually think with words, but when I do it usually happens that some of my thoughts are in Spanish, and others in English, roughly in a 50/50 ratio. Or it can also happen that I start the thought in one language, but finish it in another. Or I may try to use a specific word in English that does not have an exact translation into Spanish, so that when translated literally the sentence does not make sense. Basically, everything I write or say out loud I have to run it through several filters first, one to remove the words from the other language, one to find the words to replace them with, and one to make the sentence make sense. Sounds exhausting, doesn't it? It is. Now imagine if in order to express yourself as you really are, in order to participate in a community with beings who understand and accept you like no other, you had to basically suppress half of who you are, all the time.

The problem is not only not being able to use my native language to express myself. As I have demonstrated in the last year and a half that I have been in this community, I am fluent enough in English not only to be understood when I speak, but also to express such complicated concepts as the self, human nature, the psychology of being, and all that comes with existing as nonhuman. The real problem comes when I try to express relatively common alterhuman concepts in my native language. I'm not just talking about labels like otherkin or therianthrope, which can be adapted to Spanish with relative ease. It's the little things, the simplest things.

For example, the term shift. The word itself is already difficult to translate; during my searches, I found a glossary of terms on the Otherkin Hispano website in which they call them "desplazamientos", which... is an accurate translation, I guess, but impossible to use comfortably in everyday life. There are also terms whose definitions use expressions that simply cannot be translated into other languages. For example, otherkin and otherhearted. In English, the difference between these two terms is that otherkin means "[to] identify as" while otherhearted is "[to] identify with". But this is a purely English expression. In other languages, the distinction does not exist, or it makes no sense to use it; therefore, these terms are totally inaccessible to any international user. Or compound words like "catkin", which are difficult to express in other languages. According to Otherkin Hispano, in Spanish it would be said as is without translation, Soy catkin. But that... is not grammatically correct, since it would be mixing two languages in the same sentence. The most appropriate would be to say Soy gatokin, which sounds wrong and doesn't make sense anyway, because kin is still an English word. Or "hearttype", which in Spanish could be roughly translated as "tipo del corazón" (kind of [the] heart). When saying that you have a specific hearttype, for example "corvidhearted", one way of expressing it could be a simple Soy corvidhearted, which carries the same problems as catkin. Or you could, as Wikipedia advises, say Soy corazón de córvido ("I am heart of corvid"). I don't dislike it, to be honest, but some might find it too metaphorical or poetic.

Finally, and before reaching the conclusion, I want to dedicate a few paragraphs to talk about the alterhuman community that exists in other languages. I mentioned before these communities; that although they do exist, they are very scattered through platforms such as TikTok or Instagram, with which I am not so familiar. But since I can't talk about Anglocentrism without at least talking about the Spanish-speaking alterhuman community, I asked my sibling Watcher @watcherwingedcat what it thought about the topic. This is what they wrote:

Hi guys, I'm Watcher, and I'm here to talk a bit about the Spanish-speaking therian community, which I think is the pristine example of the hate we receive both from people outside the community and from those inside, both Spanish and South American. While this post focused more on the language barriers, I want to focus on the real consequences of this barrier, how it divides us in the way we interact with each other: The social part of this whole thing (as I already said some other time or another and some of my followers know, I am studying Social Education, so from my point of view the social part is very relevant for everything we do). As my sister already said (hi Talon!), the English community is the majority in alterhuman spaces, but, what is the Spanish-speaking community really like?

Not very large, is the answer. The term itself is not very widespread, and the community is quite small. However, after a while of searching, I found it in a little corner of the internet. When I found a community in my own language, I was excited, but my curiosity and joy were soon extinguished... When I saw the reactions to their videos and posts on tiktok mainly. They were packed with hate messages. Packed. If you think hate in the English community is bad, you are not prepared for the hate received in other communities, especially the Spanish one. This is more a matter of culture, a little bit also due to the closed mindedness in countries like Spain, Argentina, or Colombia.

In general, the non-humans of the Spanish-speaking community mostly post about quadrobics and masks. At least, I haven't seen much beyond that, and the community is mostly in tiktok. And the reception of their expression of way of being? Disgusting. To give an example of how bad the hate is, in one of the videos I found (I think it was a therian making a mask or something), humans and non-humans were insulting the therian posting the video, discussions about how we are crazy and sick in the head and should be in mental institutions... It was horrible. The worst were the death threats, even, wishing the therian to die, or hang themselves, or worse (I've even seen rape threats). Comments that said things like, "If my sister told me she was a dog I would take her clothes off and force her to sleep outside and eat animal food, if she wants to be a dog I will treat her like one." Threats of abuse, both physical and sexual... Absolutely disgusting. And the worst thing is that the tiktok platform did not remove these hate accounts, the copy and paste messages of insults, the threats....

I am proud of the Hispanic community for being so open about their identity, don't get me wrong, but there are times when it is safer to just not share that part of who we are with others, especially if you are a minor and vulnerable. That's another issue that concerns me, as I've seen people coming out to parents, siblings, friends, and them just belittling them. That, coupled with misinformation, is a recipe for disaster.

I couldn't help but notice the deep root of misinformation in the non-human community itself. They confuse definitions, the different terms, which leads them to spread even more misinformation. This I don't think is entirely their fault, or that they are so young for the most part, as I have not seen Hispanic therians over the age of 18. I think this is largely due (as Talon already mentioned) to the language difference, and the lack of translation of certain terms. In general, when talking to friends with whom I am open about my non-humanity, I use English terms. It is a little weird to use those words in English while speaking in Spanish, but I am bilingual and for now there is no solution to that. I think the Spanish community would benefit from spreading correct information, and having a platform to express themselves with their own, like tumblr is for the English community. Something my sister expands on in dreir post. As for me here I finish my little comment, I'll leave you with Talon now. Watcher out.

As a conclusion, I would like to talk about the consequences that Anglocentrism might have on non-English speaking alterhumans, and then propose some ideas on how we might begin to address (or at least mitigate) it as a community.

First of all it is the obvious; the vast majority of non-English speaking alterhumans simply never realize that they are alterhumans in the first place, on account of the language barrier. All of the resources for beings who are questioning their humanity or lack thereof are in English, so they are not accessible to people who don't understand the language; therefore, a non-English speaker would have a much harder time accessing them. Another consequence is not being able to express your alterhumanity fully, both internally and externally. Remember when I mentioned that my thoughts are evenly distributed between English and Spanish, always keeping a 50/50 ratio? Well, recently, I have noticed that when reflecting on my identity as a dragon, all my thoughts are automatically generated in English. I find this deeply shocking, as I feel that a fundamental part of my identity is being eroded. It is devastating to feel that you can only express half of who you are, suppressing what could otherwise be a complex and multifaceted identity. Not being able to express myself in my other language limits my ability to explore that part of myself.

Anglocentrism is a cycle that never ends; since all the resources are in English, no members in other languages can join, and since there are no members in other languages, all the resources that are created are in English. And while I wish I could say that I have a solution to end this Anglocentrism once and for all, unfortunately, I do not. I am only one person (dragon), and this is a problem that I alone cannot solve. True, there have been some commendable attempts by the international community (translations of writings, alterhuman blogs in languages other than English, the Eurokin server on Discord are some examples); however, these initiatives often don't often get very far because of the very nature of the community. As I have already said, most of the alterhumans are North American or English, therefore any attempt to globalize the community would be restricted by the fact that there are not many members who would be interested in this in the first place. So what can we do to change this? The answer lies in you, reader. If you have a second language, encourage yourself to create writings in it from time to time. If you come from a culture other than the mainstream, talk about how that affects your identity. If you have traditions specific to your country that you believe are alterhuman in nature, share them. And if you are part of the English-speaking majority, I invite you to contribute in a positive way through simple actions, such as listening to us when we express ourselves in other languages, recognizing that we do not all share the same culture, and keeping an open mind when discussing topics that may be unfamiliar to you. Our strength as a community lies in the diversity of our members; let's embrace it.

#whispers of the dragon #otherkin #nonhuman #therian #alterhuman #alterhuman community #community writings #anglocentrism #ahpi writing challenge #Sol System's Alterhuman Writing Challenge 2024 #my writings

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van-yangyin · 6 months ago

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Alie Antennae for All Ages (2 Versions)

Request by @jessykosisimblr This is one of four antennae you request me, and that I will do (are too interesting to make just one!) Tho I will need to do it time by time because of huge number of files I make for each one 😆. Thank you! It has been a lot of fun to make, I hope you and all those who download it, like it. I hope this was exactly what you were looking for! I've made it in two versions because I love idea of metallic and skin versions.

Heart shaped antennas inspired by Alie Lectric in two versions, Metallic as original and Skin. Disclaimer: Antennae can't change color like the real ones when she gets shy, but they look great and you still have a choice of rainbow colors in metallic version.

❤️2 versions: Metallic and Skin (see pictures below) ❤️All ages ～ All genders and agender ❤️Metallic version: 18 swatches | Skin Version: 1 Swatch (Using texture from front forehead and upper head) ❤️Categories: Hat, Occult Brow, Birthmark Face and Mole Right Lip [Some need CAS Unlock to unlock category on some ages] (Feel free to change any category with Sims 4 Studio for your own needs) ❤️Texture for metallic version located in a little part of Bicep R so it can bug with some accessories that use this part of texture, tho that means too that Hat version don't conflict with any accessory that use hat texture. ❤️Base game Compatible ❤️All LODs ❤️separate packages or merged packages ❤️HQ Compatible for Metallic version ❤️Custom Thumbnails ⚠️Known problem: With Skin version if you use a skin detail/makeup/birthmark/etc... that uses part of texture forehead frontal part and/or head, in skin version may appear in this mesh, it may be a problem or interesting things may come up, who knows.

If you download my CC it means your agree with my T.O.U (English/Español/日本語).

～LOD Information～ Metallic/Skin: LOD0: 3312 poly | LOD1: 1652 poly | LOD2: 825 poly | LOD3: 412 poly

~❤️DOWNLOAD LINKS❤️~

※Choose download the one/ones you want the most or only download Merged/All Merged of each category or age or _All Merged of each type※ DO DON'T DOWNLOAD ALL PACKAGES, OTHERWISE YOU WILL HAVE REPEATED FILES (If you don't understand between merged or not merged feel free to ask me)

Metallic Version: ❤️PATREON or SFS❤️ (Always free, no adf|y) Skin Version: ❤️PATREON or SFS❤️ (Always free, no adf|y)

☆BECOME A PATREON | TIP ME ON KO-FI☆

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Let me know if you find any problem. 🙏❣️

Happy simming! 🍀💛

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ultravioletqueen · 5 months ago

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Reading journal 3 and seeing the relationship that Ford had with Shifty (the shapeshifter) made me think of an idea that involves Ford's partner with this creature.

I imagine that Reader follows the investigation of this creature very closely, but unlike Ford and McGucket, Reader treats Shifty in a similar way to a human baby, even playing games with him and trying to teach him to speak (reader was very excited hearing him speak even if his first words were "beans").

At some point Reader would try to teach him to read and write, first with the name Ford, then McGucket and then Reader, but something quite funny and cute at the same time happens when he tries to write their name, and it is that shifty writes "dear" instead of reader's name.

Ford laughs and corrects him by telling him that Dear is not Reader's name, The creature proceeds to write "honey" with all the confidence in the world, When Ford corrects him again, Shifty is very confused and begins to write several words, all of them being nicknames that Ford calls his partner (sweetie, darling, my love, sweetheart, etc.).

The poor creature is so confused that they decide to leave him alone and agree with him so he doesn't get stressed😅

BONUS:

Imagine that when Dipper, Mabel, Wendy and Soos go to the bunker, Reader decides to accompany them and that when they meet Shifty, Reader goes into angry mother/father/parent mode and Shifty, very afraid, tries to tell Reader that he was just joking while he is dragged by the ear (or whatever his ear is) by reader like a child being scolded by his mother after doing a prank.

(Español)

leyendo el diario 3 y viendo la relacion que tenia ford con formy(el cambiaformas) me hizo pensar en una idea que involucra a la pareja de ford con esta criatura.

me imagino que lector@ sigue muy de cerca la investigación de esta criatura, pero a diferencia de ford y mcgucket, trata a formy de forma similar a un bebe humano, llegando a hacer juegos con el y tratando se enseñarle a hablar(se emocionó mucho al oirle hablar incluso si sus primeras palarbas fueron "frijoles").

en algún momento lector@ trataria de enseñarle a leer y escribir, primero con el nombre de ford, luego mcgucket y luego el de lector@, pero pasa algo bastante gracioso y tierno a la vez cuando trata de escribir su nombre, y es que formy escribe "cariño" en vez del nombre de lector@.

ford se rie y le corrije diciéndole que cariño no es el nombre de lector@, la criatura procede a escribir "dulzura" con toda la seguridad del mundo, cuando ford le vuelve a corregir formy esta muy confundido y empieza a escribir varias palabras, todas siendo apodos por los que ford llama a su pareja(tesoro, querid@, mi amor, corazon, etc).

la pobre criatura queda tan confundida que deciden dejarlo en paz y darle la razon para que no se estrese😅

BONUS:

imagina que cuando dipper, mabel, wendy y soos van al bunker lector@ decida acompañarlos y que cuando se encuentran con formy reader se pone modo madre/padre enojad@ y Formy con mucho miedo trata de decirle a reader que solo estaba bromeando mientras es arrastrado por la oreja(o lo que sea su oreja) por lector@ como un niño siendo regañado por su madre tras hacer una travesura.

#gravity falls imagine #gravity falls shapeshifter #gravity falls stanford #gravity falls x reader #stanford pines x reader #ford pines x reader #ford pines #gravity falls shifty #gravity falls

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vivwritesfics · 1 year ago

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No Need To Ask

Chapter Ten - Leaning Spanish

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

A/N: I feel like I haven't made this very clear so far in the series, but when there are parts in Spanish with no translation by them, it is because the reader is not meant to know Spanish yet. If a translation is included (as I have in this part), it is because the reader still can't understand it but it needs to be known for the storyline

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Married life wasn’t what Y/N had expected it to be. She didn’t get a honeymoon, didn’t spend time with a loving husband, didn’t sleep in his bed or really ever seen him. It was almost the same those two weeks before she was married.

Almost.

There was one rather significant difference.

Oscar hadn’t been seen since the wedding. She searched for him, going from room to room, calling his name. Y/N did most of her exploring when she searched for Oscar.

She wanted to ask Carlos, wanted to walk into his office and simply ask whether he’d seen Oscar or knew where he was. But the men guarding the office terrified her. She could see their guns in the waistband of their trousers, each men having at least two.

So, Y/N sat in the library, playing a game of chess against herself. She sat at one side of the table, moving a single piece. Moving to the opposite side of the table, Y/N moved a piece from the other side of the board, playing an impossible game against herself.

She’d never felt so lonely. Even after her mother died, Y/N hadn’t felt this lonely. For her entire life she’d had Lando to lean on, and for the past week she had Oscar. And now, she had loneliness.

The first time Y/N saw her husband after the night of their wedding was at dinner. The family had congregated at Carlos’ house, sitting at the table which had been placed back on the patio.

It was a family dinner, one that Y/N had to attend now that she was Carlos’ wife.

One of Carlos’ men came to get her. He’d run all over the house looking for her before finding her sat in the library, seemingly playing a game of chess against nobody. When the man burst in, Y/N stared up at him from her seat, midway through moving the black knight on her chess board.

He said something in Spanish and Y/N continued to stare at him. So, he cleared his throat and tried again, this time in English. “You are expected for dinner with la familia,” he said and marched out of the library.

Y/N placed the chess piece down, moving the white queen from the board as the knight took its place. She left it there and rushed out of the library, through the kitchen and out the back door to the table.

She took her seat beside Carlos, keeping her gaze down. The rest of the family was already around the table, the conversation halted as Y/N took her seat. Sainz, sat at the head of the table, said something. It was something directed at her, something said in Spanish.

When she didn’t respond, Sainz turned his attention to his son. “Tu esposa es impertinente,” he said (Your wife is impertinent). Carlos didn’t respond. “Le has iniciado a aprender español?” (Have you started her on learning Spanish?)

Carlos shook his head. Soon his mother joined in, berating her son for the state of his wife, but Y/N couldn’t understand any of it. She sat there quietly and ate the food placed in front of her.

The dinner continued on in this manner. Carlos’ sisters were silent, listening to the argument. Whenever they got a moment, they whispered to each other, giggling to themselves as they looked at Y/N. Y/N didn’t think she’d ever get used to this, ever get used to being in this family. This dinner, her first dinner as Carlos’ wife, solidified this for her.

The next day Y/N had done her search of the house for Oscar. Still, there was no sign of him. She couldn’t find him in any room in the house (with the door to the bedroom he had been given being locked shut), Y/N tried to explore outside.

There was nothing stopping her from heading out into the back garden. The patio tiles were warm under her shoes as she desperately searched for any sign of the man who had become her best friend. But there was no sign of him out the back, so Y/N tried to explore the front of the house.

Unlike the three separate doors leading to the back garden, there was a single doorway that led to the front garden. And they were guarded. Y/N thought nothing of it as she went to walk past Carlos’ men, heading towards the front door. They held out their arms, halting her in her tracks. They spoke to her in Spanish, explaining that she wasn’t allowed to leave without Carlos or an immediate member of the Sainz family. But Y/N couldn’t understand any of it.

So, Y/N turned on her heel and walked away from the men. She stared at the floor as she walked through the hall, heading towards the library.

Once again she found herself playing a game of chess on her own. Oscar wasn’t there to play against her and Y/N didn’t want to be around Carlos. She was pretty sure that sweet man she met back in England didn’t exist. He wasn’t real, just an illusion.

There was a knock on the library door.

Nobody knocked on the library door, especially not when Y/N was in there. So far Carlos’ men just burst into the room, startling her. But this person knocked. Y/N looked at the door, waiting for the person on the other side to enter.

Her husband walked into the room. He strode over, taking the empty seat opposite Y/N. “Who is your opponent?” He asked, looking across the chess pieces.

Y/N moved one of her pawns forward. “Myself,” she answered and sat back, waiting for Carlos to make the next move for her.

When he did, Y/N scrunched up her face. It wasn’t the move she would have made, wasn’t the way she wanted to take the game, but she ignored it. Once Carlos left she’d just reset and start again.

“One day I will be the head of this family,” he said and waited for Y/N to make her move. But she didn’t leaving the pieces where they were. “And when I am the head of this family, you will be by my side.”

Y/N knew this. She knew she was to be by Carlos’ side while he ruled.

“To do this effectively, You will need to learn Spanish,” he said.

“Oh.”

It wasn’t like she hadn’t expected this. She really had. Especially with how the rest of the family kept their conversation to Spanish during dinner.

“I have arranged for you to have a tutor,” said Carlos as he stood up. “She will meet you in here every day and two o’clock,” he said and turned on his heel.

Suddenly the library was no longer her sanctuary. It was where Y/N had been going to escape the Sainz family, but now, with the addition of a tutor, the library no longer felt safe. Y/N hadn’t met the tutor yet, she couldn’t pass any judgement on them, but she was still afraid. This would bring her one step close to the Sainz family.

“Carlos!” She called, but he was already gone, striding out of the library and heading back to his office.

If she was going to have a tutor, she was going to do it with Oscar at her side. But Carlos had gone, stopping her small attempt at asking.

She reset her game and began playing with herself once again. At two o’clock on the dot the library door was thrown open and in walked Y/N’s new Spanish tutor. She was a stern looking woman, black hair pulled back into a tight bun and a black pinstripe suit on her body. A pair of glasses sat on her sharp, prominent nose, yet she looked at Y/N over the top of them. “Buenas tardes Señora Sainz,” said the tutor.

Y/N just looked at her.

“Not even that, eh? Dios mío, tengo mucho trabajo por delante,” the tutor mumbled and took a seat opposite Y/N. She pushed the chess pieces off the board and placed her bag down in their place.

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