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giuseppe-yuki · 17 hours ago

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let him cook

franco colapinto x orange cat!shapeshifter reader

w.c.: 2.1k

warnings: one (?) curse word

part of my shapeshifter!reader spinoff series

summary: a day off? well, that just means a relaxing day at home. cuddles, homemade breakfast - how can things possibly get out of hand?

picture credits from pinterest :)

honestly, life was actually going pretty good. you could tell by the way the sunlight streamed in through the glass window, filling the room with a soft glow. the birds outside that usually were obnoxious as hell now sounded quite magical the way they tweeted a cheery little tune. not only that, it felt like just the right temperature underneath the blankets and the room had that nice fresh-morning-smell to it. to top it all off, your boyfriend was slotted up next to you peacefully with an arm wrapped around your waist- just the way you liked it.

before, franco would always be the one up first, brushing his teeth, throwing on his williams kit, chugging down his maté, and racing out the door in record time. you were left waking hours later in an empty bed with the light smell of his shampoo on his pillow before you made your way to your first lecture. but now, with your boyfriend’s four-week formula 1 fall break starting the day before, at the same time as your college’s, it's no wonder you felt completely stress free. you now had more than enough time to spend with franco, and there would be absolutely no homework assignments to be finished, random pr work to be done, quizzes to study for, and sim sessions to be completed that would distract either of you.

so, for once in a long time, you took in what it felt like to wake up next to your boyfriend.

you’re halfway through memorizing the way his body is pressed up behind you and the way his legs are entwined with yours when you feel his hand slightly twitch from its spot around your waist. you know he’s trying really hard to be silent, but you hear his breathy little giggles underneath his breath.

rolling your eyes, you turn over to face franco.

his eyes are closed, but a stupid little grin is plastered on his face.

“i can hear your giggles, baby. i can tell you’re awake,” you remark.

from this close, you can see beauty marks littered across his face, his mussed wavy brown locks, and incredibly long eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of.

still, he refuses to open his eyes.

you take this chance to launch an attack of kisses on his face, until he finally breaks into giggles and pushes you off of him.

“that was not so nice, what you did, little lady,” he states with a fake pout. “i was sleeping so nicely, dreaming of winning all my races and getting a million dollars until you woke me up so rudely!”

letting out a melodramatic gasp, you clutch your metaphorical pearls the best you can, being tucked close to franco.

“how dare i!” you exclaim. “oh, handsome sir, how could i ever show you how sorry i am?”

you see a flicker of mischievousness in franco’s eyes and the way his eyebrow quirks up for a millisecond after you finish your sentence.

“well,” he states plainly. “you can give me hea-”

almost immediately, you slap your hand around his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.

“franco, you freak,” you say, laughing in disbelief. “it’s, like, 8am! i am not doing that!”

he huffs dramatically.

“fine, i guess i’ll settle for a cuddle session.”

you almost fall asleep again in your franco-mandated cuddle session. he has his muscled arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, lightly squashing you against his side. you can smell the familiar citrusy scent that he always seems to smell like, along with the light soapy smell of detergent on his sleep shirt. one of his hands is tucked half-way into your own sleep shirt, mindlessly drawing circles and stars lightly on your soft skin. every so often, he presses a light kiss to the top of your head. a comfortable silence stretches between you both.

your eyes are on the edge of fluttering shut when franco tilts his head to whisper into your ear.

“baby,” he says quietly. “i think i’m going to end this session short- i want to go make some maté.”

he doesn’t even wait for you to respond before he unwinds his hand from its spot and starts scooting off the bed.

you fight the urge to sigh. if there was one thing that your boyfriend was a fein for besides cuddles, it was definitely maté. if you were to be honest, if you were to make a pie chart of things franco cared about besides racing, it would probably be, like ⅗ maté and ⅖ everything else.

“francooooo,” you groan, dragging out the ‘o’. “it’s cold- come back!”

however, franco just laughs at your antics.

“if you like, just shift in your cat form and you can just chill on the counter,” he suggests.

you don’t waste a second before shifting into your orange cat form and bounding into his arms.

from your place on the kitchen counter with a blanket wrapped around you turning you into a burrito, you watch as your boyfriend brews his maté. it’s kind of mesmerising, the way he pours the maté leaves, brushes off the extra powder, and dumps a stream of hot water into the pot in one smooth move.

once he sips his concoction, he beams at you.

“sit there and look pretty- i’m gonna go make breakfast!”

with how skilled he was making his maté, you assume franco must be good at making breakfast too…right?

you squirm out of your blanket and pad your way on the cold marble counter close, but not too close, to the stove that franco was standing at. it looked like he had dumped an entire bottle of cooking oil in the pan, and you were pretty sure you saw at least 3 pieces of eggshell in there.

hmm. he definitely wasn’t a gordon ramsay.

franco doesn’t seem to notice though, and instead turns away from the rapidly bubbling pieces of ingredients in his pan, and gestures over to the tall spices cabinet to you.

“would you mind getting the aji molido, baby?”

you nod, and bound over to the towering brown cabinet. using your paw to bat it open, you search for the chili spice. it’s on the third tier, which is no problem, because you easily bound upwards, using your claws to propel you up. once you grasp the little bottle of aji molido in your jaws, you get ready to leap down from inside the cabinet. however, franco speaks up before you are able to jump down.

“look at this!” he exclaims, and you just know he is about to do something idiotic.

he swishes the entire pan and tries to flip the frankly, burnt eggs in midair like one of those five star chefs. of course, he wasn’t a five star chef, so the eggs just go flying in the air, and land straight on the ground.

from your birds-eye view in the cabinet, you can see the eggs splat everywhere on the ground.

you don’t even bother to hide your soft sigh as you leap back down to the kitchen counter and drop the now useless aji molido from your jaws. if you were in your human form, you likely would have shook your head and told franco off.

your boyfriend blinks once- twice- before letting out a frown.

“well, um, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

after your boyfriend cleans up the rather large amount of oil and burnt, exploded egg on the ground, you herd him over to the fridge.

it was funny- he couldn’t fry an egg but he could drive a formula one car?

you opt for him to cut up some fruit instead- there’s no way you can mess that up.

franco seems to misunderstand your intent as he opens up the fridge, reaching for the eggs again for the top shelf. you have to hop up into the fridge and snap at his hand in order to redirect it to the strawberries on a lower shelf.

“jeez- okay,” he complains, rolling his eyes. “dramatic much?”

unfortunately, you were wrong again.

you had supervised his every move closely, from washing the strawberries (he dropped three into the drain) to plucking the leaves off of the top (he managed to squish five strawberries while doing so ?? ), making sure to hiss at him whenever he was doing something wrong (it was a lot of times).

it didn’t compare to when he started chopping the strawberries, though.

you had padded to the knife drawer and carefully fetched the knife for him in your canines, setting it gently next to the chopping board. he thanked you, pressing a kiss to your soft head, and picked up the knife. you clearly expected him to chop the strawberries in halves like a normal person, but instead, he started aggressively slicing them vertically, like a weirdo.

“watch this, baby!” he proclaims, waving his knife around. he then proceeds to cut a blob-looking object in the strawberry and hold it out towards you.

you tilt your head, trying to figure out what the hell he just cut out of the poor strawberry, when he gestures at it again.

“it’s you,” he supplies helpfully.

when you give him a blank stare, he huffs and puts it gently on top of the pile of “cut” strawberries.

you continue watching, tail twitching, as he chops energetically, making a red-stained mess on the board that not even the williams engineering team could fix.

franco is about to make a “squiggly” slice when you hear a sharp “crack” that fills the air. you exchange looks with him.

no fucking way.

underneath his knife, the board was split in half.

at this point, you were not going to sit around in your orange cat form as he broke another appliance in the apartment. you jump off the counter and shift back into your human form, immediately snatching the knife away from your boyfriend.

“i’ve seen enough, franco- you are not touching another appliance in the kitchen! i swear, the next time you touch something, you’re going to blow the apartment up- and i don’t think james will appreciate having one of his drivers blow up during fall break.”

with a few “pleaseee,” you reluctantly let him toast a few slices of bread in your new toaster. It was literally two steps- put the bread in, and slide down the lever- so it was theoretically impossible to screw up.

you watch him super-carefully as he gently slides each piece of white bread into the slot. once both are correctly in, he looks over to you, for approval. seeing you nod once, he then slowly presses down the lever until it clicks.

perfect! now, all there was to do was wait.

you glance over to franco, who was now poking at his mountain of wildly cut strawberries (you had transferred it to a bowl). it was oddly endearing in a way, seeing him experimentally taste the girlfriend-shaped-piece-of-strawberry that he had cut out, even if he had broke your cutting board and gotten egg all over your kitchen before doing so. honestly, you know you must look like a creep, just leaning on the counter and looking at him with big doe eyes, but you couldn’t help it. he was just so…i don’t know, biteable or something. the cuteness aggression really got to you in the mornings.

“what?” he says, a smile spreading on his face when he sees you watching him. he sets down the girlfriend shaped-piece-of-strawberry back in the bowl with a bite taken out of what looked to be your legs. “why are you looking at me like that? are you checking me out?”

“no, no, no, i wasn’t looking,” you deny vehemently, turning your head, like you didn’t just become mesmerized at the way he ate a piece of fruit that was supposed to look like you. his grin spreads wider, and he jokingly strikes a bodybuilder pose in front of you, making sure to emphasize the way his arm muscles ripple- visible even under his soft faded sleeping shirt.

like a cat drawn to a fluttering bird, your eyes move from the bowl of strawberries with the girlfriend-shaped-piece-of-strawberry at the top, and instead trail down his body as he stretches.

“i wasn’t looking, i wasn’t looking,” he parrots in a teasing tone when he feels your gaze on him.

you roll your eyes, ‘hmph’-ing.

whatever.

you’re about to shoot back a remark, when your eyes grow very wide.

behind franco, your toaster was on fire.

one fire extinguisher, two very burnt pieces of toast, and a completely wrecked toaster later, you collapse on the couch. you weren't even sure how franco had managed to do that.

he eyes you wearily from his place on the soft cushions where you sent him to sit at in order to prevent anything else from spontaneously combusting.

“you’re indefinitely prohibited from the kitchen,” you rasp, rubbing your face exhaustedly. your entire front is covered in fire extinguisher foam. you

he nods forlornly, sipping the other thing he didn’t mess up- his maté.

“oh yes, one more thing,” you add. you shove a box of cereal in his lap. “breakfast.”

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leviathan-supersystem · 3 days ago

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this is such a fundamentally dishonest argument lol

"I am willing to praise this country for their stand against the genocide of the palestinian people, despite their many other significant failings, especially in ensuring rights for women"

"WOW SO YOU ENDORSE THEIR TERRIBLE RECORD ON RIGHTS FOR WOMEN????"

true illiteracy moments very well done.

not to mention your careless lumping together of things that are actively committed or endorsed by the government of Yemen with things the government is inadequately preventing- government efforts to stamp out FGM and human trafficking have been not nearly heavy-handed enough, but lumping that in with the things the government itself actively did is dishonest.

even more dishonest is your crocodile tears over Yemen's lgbt rights track record. here's your actual thoughts on islamist homophobia:

and relating to this, this kinda gives the game away about how fundamentally insincere your pearl-clutching over "praising yemen" is. you're perfectly willing to praise islamists for their homophobia while condemning them in other regards, so you pretending that you don't understand that you can praise one aspect of something while condemning another is feigned stupidity on your part. unlike your usual mode of genuine stupidity. I've noted that you're one of those dumbasses who endorses the christian conquest of the holy land, a position which basically just gives you an excuse to whine about both sides of the israel-palestine conflict while doing nothing productive in real life, since your fantasy of Crusades 2: Crusade Harder will never become a reality:

and like, ultimately this is a catch-22, because if I did refuse to praise yemen for their anti-israel stance because of their abyssmal record on lgbt and women's rights, you'd condemn me for that too- "WOW this stupid leftoid cuck is too brainwashed by globohomo feminist purity politics to even acknowledge that it's good to stand against israeli genocide, pathetic"

which, of course, would be just as insincere, you're only mad that israelis are genociding palestinians because you wish your imaginary crusader army was genociding both israelis and palestinians lol. like a quick glance through your blog shows that you think half the things you're pearl-clutching about over yemen are fundamentally things you think are based as fuck, you just think your guys should be doing it and not them. (you cannot seriously expect me to believe that someone who condemns people for being "godless heretics who reject christ" is deeply concerned about religious freedom, be serious).

and like, fundamentally if you actually gave a shit about women's rights or ending Sharia law in Yemen you'd understand perfectly why I'd praise the PDRY for the progress they made on those fronts- but you obviously don't actually care about either of those things even slightly. it's just a rhetorical prop to justify your insane imperialist fantasies.

you're fundamentally an unserious person. go back to your crusader larp and leave serious discussions of politics to the adults, thanks.

yet another in the long line of historical marxist-leninist W's

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hellsquills · 2 days ago

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A thought: Stan wasn't a booksmart kid, but he was great at reasoning. Meaning, he wouldn't understand the usual explanations or memorize definitions, because they're just a bunch of words put together. However, some things just seemed to click for whatever reason or they would just make sense all of a sudden when he gave them some thought on his own.

This is: Stan at an art history class.

“Stanley?” “Yeah?”

“Do you think you can tell me the answer?”

“I…” I don't think I could even if I knew what you're talking about. “I didn't get the question, sorry.”

“I asked, anyone knows why art movements occur? Why does art change?”

“I mean…” Don't embarrass yourself any further. They're already laughing. “No, nothing.”

“Come on, say it.”

“No, it's stupid. I don't know.”

“Stanley, I've heard a lot of different things over the years. I doubt anything you say will be stupid.”

“Well, I'm a box of surprises, what can I say.” That's it, make them laugh at your jokes, not at you.

“I insist. Go ahead, please.”

“Fine. I mean, the way I see it, it's pretty simple, isn't it? Their parents and grandparents do things a certain way, and doing the same is just more of the same boring stuff. After a while it becomes like... imposing? And art isn't meant to be imposed, 'cause there's the fun in that? So they create something new, something that will make them stand out and as different as possible from what they know. A new style of art, or writing, or… I don't know, architecture? Whatever it is to make them free.”

“…”

“Or, I don't know, maybe they are just petty. I don't know.”

“No, Stanley, you're right. That's a perfect way of explaining it.”

“… it is?”

“Yes. Art evolves because it's creation, and creation is a living thing. Just like you kids don't dress like your parents did because you find it outdated and not personal enough, right? Art evolves because people do.”

“Right.”

“That was a brilliant explanation Stanley, congratulations.”

“T-thank you.”

Stan is wide-eyed as the teacher continues explaining something. He's awoken by his brother's elbow on his side. When he turns, Ford's eyes are shining.

“Stanley, that was amazing! You nailed it!”

“I… did?”

“Yes! She said you did great! No one was laughing, they were so impressed. And so am I, that was incredible!”

“Silence over there.”

“Sorry, miss.”

Stan feels so happy that when he goes home and Stanford tells their parents about him leaving the whole class speechless with his answer, he can't stop smiling. Not even when his father mutters something about it being a stupid art class and not something actually important. He doesn't care. His brother is impressed! What the hell!

#this is such a small thing but i genuinely think this is how stan operates #he doesn't have the ability to memorize things by heart #but the moment everything clicks he can improvise all kinds of explanations because now he understands #but he NEEDS to understand it otherwise he is absolutely lost #ford on the other hand he understands almost everything the first time he hears an explanation #because he can memorize every word and process them at high speed #but he can only explain things the same way he learns them because he never needed to give them a second thought #which then manifests into his habit of explaining things in very technical terms even of the other person doesn't understand #ford memorizes: stan rationalizes #i hope i made myself clear lol this turned into a big paragraph #gravity falls #stan twins #stanley pines #stanford pines #my silly little headcanons #hells originals

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galactic-knightmare · 3 days ago

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Quick question, how do you think Abstracted Identity Caine would react if he drank by mistake / got hold of the Stupid Sauce?

Diff question if you don't wanna answer that one: How would Caine react if ALL the humans just broke down and actually shouted at him for what happened with the circus glitching or wherever else happens..... or if Kinger just did...

(am I asking stuff too much I feel like it's annoying or unfair)

Caine on stupid sauce would be the most chattery person in existence. there is no such thing as tmi with him at this point. He will literrally just spill everything, including the stuff he doesn't want anyone to know about. As a result, Caine will say the most concerning things possible all the while sounding extremely cheerful while he does so. He's having the time of his life while accidentally venting/trauma-dumping on whoever happens to be nearby.

Asss for the second question, he would not handle it well at all lmao. it would probably force him into early Abstraction...

(don't worry! I love all the asks you're sending me! I hardly get any most of the time so I'm having a great time :3)

#tadc caine #ask response #caine #tadc bubble #tadc #tadc fanart #abstracted identity #the amazing digital circus caine #the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #bubble #the amazing digital circus bubble #stupid sauce #cw drugs #cw drinking #its one of the two and I have no idea which lmao

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hiiikiko · 8 hours ago

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𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇

[6: nerds and jocks]

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tlou m.list | series m.list

spider-man!ellie x reader

synopsis: guess who’s back?! wait…. actually.. god no

“Ellie, I already told you to fuck of—.”

“Who’s Ellie?”

Mother fucking hell.

“Abby, what the hell are you doing here,” you furrow your brows and pinch your nose bridge, not in any mood to deal with her.

“That anyway to greet your favourite ex?” she teases, putting her hands up in mock surrender.

“Seriously, just tell me.”

Abby smirks, “Can I come inside first?”

You knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer so you reluctantly make room for her to enter.

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ELLIE’S POV:

What the fuck was she doing with Abby? Why was Abby at her fucking door?! Actually, what am I doing here?? Why did I think I even stood a chance with her, of course, she’d choose that stupid fucking rich jock.. Ugh, I’m such a fucking loser..

Ellie scoffs as she gazes at your apartment from the building across yours, I can’t watch this bullshit anymore, I should get going.

Ellie swings off the roof and heads back to her place, muttering to herself, “Can’t believe I was going to tell her about this stupid power.”

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She smiles and sits down on your couch, “Came here to ask if you’d go to that Winter Ball thing with me.”

You had totally forgotten all about the Snowflake Ball, a shitty fundraiser banquet hosted by Abby’s parents along with the rest of the city council.. you had gone every year since you were about 12.

“Shit, totally forgot about that,” you groan, “but the answer is no,” you lead her to the door, gesturing for her to leave which she comply with.

Abby narrows her brows at you, “What do you mean no?”

“I mean no as in I’m not going,” you begin to shut the door.

Abby puts her hand on the door, “What do you mean you’re not going.”

You groan, “I mean that my presence will not exist in that vicinity.”

She rolls her eyes, “Well, I knew what you meant but—.”

“Good night, Abby,” you smile a sickeningly sweet smile and shut the door.

You felt a little bad about being so blunt but, come on, there’s no way Abby would’ve taken a hint.

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The next day, you woke up with a headache, there was no way that you could make it through today without a coffee, especially since you woke up to a flurry of messages from Abby and… your father… that can wait till later, right? Coffee first.

You head across the street and grab a quick drink then hail a cab, today you had a photoshoot… with Ellie… that is if she didn’t cancel again.

You sigh and lean your head against the window, watching the towering buildings pass by, hoping to catch a flicker of red and blue.

“Finally, you’re here,” Markus, your stylist and designer, cries dramatically as you enter his studio, his voice almost too high for your headache, “God, you look like hell.. well, I suppose nothing a little concealer and blush can’t fix.”

“Good morning to you too, Marky,” you roll your eyes and toss your scarf and sweater off, taking a seat on a nearby chair while the makeup artist Andy prepped his tools, “So, what kind of shoot are we doing this morning?”

Markus beams widely, “I’m going for uptown girl but if she were a downtown girl with a hint of espresso and some indie undertones but not leaving out a hint of city pop.”

Wow.

You just smile and nod, something you had grown used to.

“So… just Andy, Leoné (the photographer), you, and me today?” you quirk your brow as Andy begins to apply concealer to your dark circles.

“Yeah..” well, shit, “oh, but that scrawny white girl is coming to, uh, Ellen?” he says as he flips through his look book.

You try to suppress an ‘oh’ expression so you just nod, “Ellie, you mean.”

“Whatever, Ellen sounds better anyway.”

You roll your eyes and laugh a bit.

As soon as you’re done being prepped, Markus practically shoves an outfit into your chest and throws you into a closet to get changed, warning you over and over to not ‘force’ anything.

The dress fits, just needing a few alterations which Markus quickly fixes with a few clothes pins and stitches.

“Perfect,” he claps and shoos you off to the set which is the next room over, he decided to use the brick wall of the old building and a simple stool.. you didn’t really understand what he was going for but I mean, as long as you got paid, right?

Leoné greets you as you come into his cameras view, “Hello, Y/n.”

“Leo,” you smile and take a seat on the stool as Markus adjusts your hair and the way the dress falls around you.

Your eyes dart past Leo and land on ‘Ellen,’ who’s fiddling with the lights and making sure everything is plugged in.

You try your best to stay mad at her, not wanting to forget how she had made you feel like shit last night and how she seemingly likes to play with your feelings.. but it was hard when she looked so adorable clumsily messing with the camera lenses, her hands a little shaky under Leoné’s critical eye.

You giggle softly and rest your chin in the palm of your hand, tilting your head a bit to show more of your neck and the dresses straps while your hair fell to the side.

“Good, good,” Leo yelled, using his hands for emphasis as he snapped picture after picture of you, directing you with his sharp words and gestures.

You could feel Ellie’s eyes locked on you, you couldn’t tell if it was because you were the subject of today’s shoot or something else..

After the shoot, you’re allowed to change back into your clothes. You walk over to Markus and thank him again for giving you this shoot.

Making your way out of the studio is such a relief, the studio was hot from the lights and equipment. Before hailing a taxi, you just lean against the brick wall of the building and take a few deep breaths.

“Hey,” Ellie says softly.

Your eyes snap open and you look up to Ellie who’s leaning against the railing of the stairs, her eyes fixated on your form below her.

“Hi,” you mutter and push yourself off the wall and make your way to the edge of the sidewalk, clearing your throat to hail a taxi.

Ellie scoffs and follows you, “So, you and Abby back together?”

“What?” you furrow your brows and look back.

“You heard me, are you and Anderson back together?” she crosses her arms and looks at you, though it seems she’s staring right through you and into your soul, making you feel a little uneasy and shift your feet.

“What the hell? No, of course not,” you scoff.

“So what was she doing at your apartment last night?”

“H-How did you know she came over?” your eyes widen a bit.

“I-I saw her go into the building when I was leaving.”

Bullshit.

You scoff, “You’re such a shitty liar!”

Ellie’s eyes widen, she actually thinks that maybe you’re the one with spidey sense for a second, “What? No, I’m not! I’m a great liar!”

You fold your arms, giving a look that screamed ‘really?’

She quickly pushes her glasses back up her nose bridge, a nervous tic you think, “I-I mean, I’d be a great liar.. if i were one, that is..”

You can’t help but laugh a bit but quickly resume your angry expression.

“Are you stalking me, or something?”

“What? No, of course not, I’d never do something like that.”

“I don’t believe you,” you scoff and make your way back to the street.

“Why not!”

You spin on your heel, “I don’t know, maybe because you somehow know my place of work? Know who comes over to my place? Somehow show up wherever I’m at? Need I say more?”

“I-I.. I can explain..” she sighs defeatedly.

“Do tell.”

Then her phone rings, “C-Can I tell you later? I gotta take this.”

You sigh, “Whatever.”

She gives you a sorry look and quickly runs to her truck, disappearing into the sea of cars.

“I can’t stand her,” you scoff.

Maybe going to the ball with Abby wasn’t such a bad idea.. I mean, at least Abby had some rep.. even if she could be such a boneheaded jock.. and so what if you like Ellie, she’s kind of nerdy.. and sweet… and a complete fucking idiot.

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ELLIE’S POV:

“Fuckin’ Jesse!” she mutters as she turns the key in the ignition, “Why did he have to call now of all times, it better be fuckin’ urgent.”

Ellie tried to play it off but there was something in the pit of her stomach telling her that something was gravely wrong..

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choccy-zefirka · 1 day ago

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Living Bodies

Woe! 3K words of body worship with Emmrich and a plus-size Rook, who that had a horrible first time as a teen and internalized her partner's disgust, be upon ye!

Content warning for references to bullying, dubious consent during the aforementioned first time, fatphobia, and also everyone's privates being out among the Necropolis flowers :3 (They are doing it in a cute skeleton-adorned gazebo that came to me in a dream)

Dear Lottie,

I am so terribly sorry you fell sick and missed all the fun! But we did it! We actually did it, all according to plan! Sprung the trap for my "secret admirer"! And our suspicions were correct!

All those gunky little lumps of soap Papa found folded in my laundry — they were put there by the washer girl! That knife ear, the one that looks like a toad! I think her name is Len-something, but who cares? And yes, she made them herself, out of whatever goop she's gathered round the alienage — because she has a """"crush"""" on me! The cheek! As if just because I don't like boys exclusively, I'd ever give the time of day to a walking, talking potato! She isn’t even cute in that scared rabbit way, like elf girls are supposed to be!

She did come to the "date" me and the girls arranged, too, and blathered on and on about how beautiful I am (fact) and how much she likes me (yuck)... Until we had enough and pushed her into the river!!! Oh, I wish you were there with us, it was ab-so-lu-te-ly hilarious!

Say, since you are sat by the window in your chair all day, have you heard any news out on the street? From the paper criers, maybe? I want to know if Len-whatever ended up drowning.

Correspondence between two traders' daughters. 9:40 Dragon

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Happy now, Sticks?

Did her like you told me to. All the way. What a shitshow. Lardy Lenny is even lardier naked, that's for sure. Felt like sticking my dick into a giant slug. Next time I lose this stupid game, just send me into a shem's mabari kennels with salami for a sword. That will be way less painful.

Don't know how I'll fuck normal girls no. The fat cunt ruined it for me. Think I'll be having nightmares for years after this. Told her that, and she started bawling. Didn't even look funny like she usually does in tears. Just gross.

So yeah. Enjoy, I guess.

Note from an alienage boy to his friend, attached to a crumpled set of girl's underclothes. 9:42 Dragon

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At first, Lenore is too distracted by turning and flexing her left hand. Her wrist has been getting a little stiff lately: she probably holds her arm at an uncomfortable angle when mixing potions. No surprise, since she is self-taught. Aching joints and sleepy pin pricks are the least of her problems, really! When she was just starting out, on a work bench that was just a half-rotten plank of wood balanced on a rock in the alienage backyards, she'd splash hissing, blistering liquid all over herself, turning her forearms into pale clumps of scar tissue, like cold leftover noodles plastered sadly at the bottom of a bowl.

Maybe if she observes Emmrich more closely during their studies together, she will figure out how to position her arms properly... Ugh. She'll find any excuse to "observe" him, won't she? Well, she's allowed; they are a couple now, outlandish as it sounds!

A couple.

All at once, her mind catches up to what her ears heard after Emmrich, gentle and attentive as always — what has she done to deserve him? — pointed out her stiff wrist.

Finer points of anatomy.

Her eyes dart upwards from her hand, and she gapes across their elegantly arranged tea table. Emmrich smiles, soft yet playful, eyes half-lidded and shining in the wisp light.

There is that side of him, that confidence — decades' worth of it — that sometimes makes her, all flushed and boiling alive in unspoken greed, wish for more than just quick kisses and lingering glances and fingertips resting on knuckles, shoulders, waists, whenever they stand too close. As if all of that was not already a gift far more generous than normally granted from someone like him to someone like her.

It has been a harmless enough indulgence to entertain, she supposes. A guilty pleasure, something titillating to think about in the secret alone hours while she touches herself. Not that she does it too often; bodies like hers aren't really meant for this, she's well aware... But still, that's also something couples are allowed to do, right — imagine each other's faces in place of characters from the Randy Dowager's Gold Collection?

But here and now, with Emmrich looking at her like that, it hits her with the full force of a Venatori blood forge trampling her to the ground. A keen, panicked awareness that this is not the Randy Dowager's Gold Collection. This is real — they are real. Especially her. Too real, too heavy, suddenly suffocating under her own weight, suddenly feeling the scented air of the Memorial Gardens with every pore of her skin, so tangibly, disgustingly physical that it begins to itch.

Most of her is carefully concealed underneath her usual Veil Jumper leathers, but if Emmrich, the real, non-fantasy Emmrich, decides to explore these finer points of anatomy, if he lifts the covers and sees just how much she the opposite of that...

Oh. Oh no.

She still remembers, a decade later, how the sight of her naked body broke the first and only boy that agreed to touch her. And that was before she got most of her scars!

She can't do that to anyone else, ever again. Especially not to him, not to her most treasured friend, not to the man who has been so kind to her that she dared bother him with her clumsy attempts at romance. Because with him, she could be certain, at last, that it would not turn out to be a prank.

How can she repay him by giving him nightmares?!

"Dearest? Why are you crying? Was I... Was I too forward? Too much?"

She did not even notice when the tears came. But here they are, marring her vision, so that there are two Emmrichs circling the table, kneeling in the grass next to her. Unafraid of the stains that will be left on the pristine Nevarran satin. Clasping her hands.

"I know that not all experience attraction the same way; if you would rather not explore this side of romance, that is perfectly fine, and wonderful! Your affection has already been such a beautiful gift."

Past her, the one that clung to the shadows, beyond the welcoming golden glow of camp fires, outside the reach of a friendly embrace; the one that spoke in sparse, grunt-like words, and kept her head down, beaten more than once, and shy far, far more than twice — that her would have made a vague noise and slunk away, never to bring this up again. But Emmrich — and Manfred! — was the one who brought her out of her shell. He deserves the truth, spoken with her whole chest.

"I... I do feel that kind of attraction towards you. You are a beautiful man, inside and out, and when I am with you, I sometimes forget myself and... pretend I am beautiful too."

She draws in a long, labored breath. She needs all the air in her lungs before this next plunge — she should know, she almost drowned once.

"But I am not. Especially not... from the neck down. You may have gotten used to my face..."

She dips her head — a habitual motion by now — letting her long, side-shaved fringe fall into her eyes. There's always quite a bit to hide under her hair: the dark rivulet of a birthmark on one side, the scar and the squinty damaged eye on the other. At least now she can do alchemical experiments in a mask and protective goggles. Less of an eye sore for Emmrich, to be sure.

"But trust me... My body is much worse."

She shuts her eyes and shrinks back into her seat, momentarily losing her present, adult, more or less mature and competent self (at least when it comes to alchemy and to… saving the world?) in the sheer blood-curdling terror of being seventeen again.

"The boy who took my virginity was so appalled that he said I'd scarred him forever. This has haunted me for ten years. And the... deed itself was punishment from his friends for losing some sort of dare. Do you understand?"

She forces herself to look into his eyes, even as the unseen, tightly wound strings holding her together begin to snap, one by one.

"Being with me... in that way... it's torture. I care for you too much to ever — "

"Lenore, my darling..."

Still on his knees — and still so tall that their faces are level — Emmrich pulls her hand to his lips and covers it in kisses. First on the outer side, swift, soft, each touch a beat of velvety butterfly wings; then, long, nearly reverent, on the inner side, where her pulse hammers against her bluish-pale wrist.

"Thank you for being frank with me. And I am truly, deeply sorry that you were betrayed with... such utter cruelty, in one of your life's most vulnerable moments. That fool of a boy was not the one scarred. You were. And oh, my dearest, you are still bleeding."

She listens to him in petrified silence, still as a startled halla before a long, soundless leap away from danger. She does not mean to — she knows Emmrich better than this by now; if he is disgusted by her, he will be much more polite about it — but instinctively, she braces herself for him to recoil away, grimacing like he is about to vomit. Overwhelmed by the sheer mental image of her laid bare before him. A slug; a toad; the stuff of nightmares.

Any second now. Any second.

He never does recoil.

"I know I cannot close this wound with a few words, much as I wish I could... But, darling, please try to take them to heart nonetheless."

His eyes, fully open now, reflect so much of the Gardens' ephemeral glow that it feels like she's sinking into two pools of starlight.

"Every body is as unique, as precious, as beautiful as the soul within. We study them, we mend them, we venerate them, in life and beyond. Your body is already dear to me because it is yours... And if you were ever to open it to me, like you opened your beautiful mind, there would be no greater honor than to discover — to savor — every last inch of it."

"I..."

Lenore swallows, her head swimming. If this lofty speech were delivered by anyone else, she'd have scoffed in doubt. Does she look like someone to whom a man (or woman, or anyone) would wax poetic about the sanctity of mortal flesh? What's the catch? But it's Emmrich, her Emmrich, whose voice and touch make it so easy to... Well. Forget herself.

"I want you to. Please."

He beams at her, placing one final kiss in the middle of her palm. Like a seal for a secret pact.

"Of course, dearest. Follow me."

They both get up, leaving Manfred (who has been off chasing the see-through Fade butterflies among the headstones, bless his innocent makeshift heart) to clean up their little picnic... Or at least to amuse himself with exploring how tea cups can be neatly stacked together.

Emmrich leads her to a secluded gazebo, crowned by yet another rendition of the embracing skeletal lovers that she has seen throughout the Gardens. Its threshold is barely visible, overgrown by a rustling carpet of delicate white blossoms that heave like the softest seafoam around Lenore's ankles.

"Shroud's kiss," Emmrich muses, after plucking one fragile white cup and placing it in Lenore's hand, right over the spot he kissed. The petals feel weightless against her skin, effervescent as a melting snowflake, as if woven from the Veil itself.

"I always loved the legend around this flower. They say that it grows on lovers' graves, and that one moves closer to the Fade simply by inhaling its fragrance."

He gestures to a bench under the intricate dome of metal lace, which is also cushioned in countless white flowers. She sits down, and a pale blue barrier shimmers into place around the gazebo. Shielding them from prying eyes. Emmrich's doing — or the Gardens'? Was this a secret rendezvous nook for someone else, once? Someone who might be buried underneath? Or, knowing Nevarrans, cast into the statue at the top of the dome?

"Do you think that legend is true?" Lenore asks, momentarily unable to contain herself. The fingers of her free hand race along the tips of the blossoms, and her alchemist's mind races in tandem.

"If we could maybe extract the essential oil and run a few experiments; but oh, that would require sacrificing so many of these beautiful flowers..."

Emmrich chuckles. He has leaned over her, bringing his lips so close to hers that she can drink in his breath, a pulsating heat beginning to rise at the bottom of her stomach.

"It is true if I will it, my dear," he murmurs, and the second he closes the distance, his tongue meeting hers in a kiss deeper than any they have shared before, the air all around them erupts in a cascade of pale-green sparks. Ghostly petals glide through the air, and if Lenore truly does tumble into the Fade, it is in a part of it that is as serene and sheltered as their Lighthouse.

The fragrant breeze is like silk against her burning cheeks, caressing her, each stroke leaving her more and more light-headed. Somehow, her body stops feeling like a heavy heap of scrap metal that she has to lug around while everyone stares at her; it is hugged gently by the cushion of petals, while Emmrich, as promised, explores it with both affection and... and gratitude.

He is still kissing her, diving deep with no fear of drowning, when his gloved hand unbuckles her belt and slips past the innermost layer of her traditional elven tunic. Her insides clench at the sensation of velvety fabric against her stomach rolls, and then her chest. As if she is balancing on a precarious clifftop somewhere back among the floating ruins of Arlathan.

But that startled pang soon dissolves into sweetest bliss. Emmrich has loosened the tunic's collar, allowing her shoulder and breast to escape, out into the warm, perfumed air. How scandalous! How very like the Randy Dowager's Gold Collection! Does she... Does she actually belong in one of those stories?

He continues to trace the outlines of her half-bared form, and his fingers are soon joined by his lips, which wander away from her gasping, half-parted mouth, and keep slowly moving down, paying a tribute of little kisses to each curve, each mole, each stretch mark. With a few motions of his deft, scholar's fingers, the layers of clothing peel off her torso completely, like she herself is a blossom unfolding.

His gaze measures her, from the flaming tips of her teardrop-shaped ears to the contours of her stomach. He smiles, a languid, hazy smile.

"Thank you for letting me see you, dearest."

"Can I..."

She clears her throat, part of her still dumbstruck in disbelief that this is actually happening. That she is actually saying this — to him.

"Can I see you as well?"

"I would be delighted."

She bites her lip, unsure where to start. But, ever so helpful, he weaves his fingers through hers, and patiently directs her through unclasping first his largest bracelet, then his collar pin.

Her heart hammers in her throat when she removes his jewelry and lays it on the bench beside her. With the bulkiest pieces out of the way, the buttons on his vest and shirt go next, and each of her little conquests over the delicate buttonholes is rewarded with a kiss from Emmrich. It does not slip past her that each of those grows a little sloppier than the next, a little more intermingled with bites and short, panting breaths. It's as if... As if he's enjoying her touch as much as she enjoying his.

At long last, his shoulders are bare as well. Exhaling softly, she marvels at the way the shadows of the gazebo’s lattice sculpt his bony clavicles, and runs her hands over the bristly cloud of short silver hair on his chest, and up his throat, where the skin is more worn with years of living, experiencing, being... him.

"You are perfect," she whispers, her thumb trailing over his cheekbones. At the sound of her words, his skin radiates rosy heat, and her body responds in kind.

"As are you, my darling."

His hands are back on her chest, as hers are on his. She chokes back a sound that might be a moan, or might be a sob. He pauses his chain of tender touches, uncertain if she is distressed. But she assuages his doubts by pressing into his mouth with another kiss, and if any tears do roll down her cheeks, those are tears of relief.

He hums in contentment at the back of his throat, and his fingertips, in their endless conductor's dance, brush along the texture of Lenore's many potion splash scars. She shudders when the cold metal of his few remaining rings glides over her, and the pulse between her legs, which has been growing stronger throughout their tender exchange of touches, of admiration, teeters close to its peak.

"Emm... Emmrich?"

She resurfaces from the kiss, dizzy and emboldened by the taste of him, and fumbles about for his hands, guiding them, like he guided hers, to push down her pants. His name comes out sounding as an awkward, stumbling mix between a needy plea and a tentative question. Emmrich, she means to say. Can you... Do this?

The thing is, she has no clue how to accommodate him between her thighs, underneath the soft pillow of her stomach. The worst parts of her, as the mirror says, as the memories in her head jeer.

But he smiles at her, and lavishes her with even more kisses, while she squirms under his searching lips, both nervous and aroused. Soon enough, he finds a comfortable angle... And again, he is on his knees before her. Fully giving himself to worship.

In romance serials, the good, beautiful partner with the perfect body orgasms when they are pleasured by their equally good, beautiful, perfect lover, and merely pretends to orgasm when the bad, comically inept or tragically forced lover, always fat, sweaty, and disgusting, slams against them like a dying tusket. What happens to the fat lover in the meanwhile, tends to be left out of the picture, because theirs is not the part of the story that the reader is here for. Perhaps, when the good lovers elope together into the sunset, the bad, fat lover is left to touch themselves all alone, in shameful secret, making a point not to overindulge, just like Lenore has in the past, because that would be disgusting...

And yet here she is. With a song of short, gasping notes coaxed from her lips, as his tongue circles within her and the ghostly blooms all around them merge into a flash of blinding white light.

When the peak is reached, when the wave hits her, and she, for once, is unafraid to drown, she impulsively grabs at the hair on the back of Emmrich's head... Which she only realizes once her mind stills a little — and instantly lets go, tumbling from the realm of pleasure back into awkward, clumsily physical reality. Apologizing for hurting him, again and again.

He looks up at her in half-drunken confusion, his hair in disarray, the pearly thread of her sex glinting in the corner of his mouth.

"Darling..." he manages to slur, his breath hitching. "You did not — "

Despite herself, she glances a little further down. And, for the first time — oh, by the Maker, Mythal, whoever, she is still so clueless! — she notices the bump in his pants. The little wet spot.

Oh. Oh.

He liked that.

"I wish I knew how to use my mouth the... the same way..." she stammers bluntly, still not looking away from the straining fabric.

"That is quite all right," he mouths, carelessly unspooling the band of red around his waist.

"There will be more nights like this one."

Until you become a lich and your duties take you away from someone so small and insignificant, a stray thought, like a charge of ice magic, runs through her brain, down her throat, impaling her very heart.

Grinding her teeth slightly, she wills her mind to return to the present moment. To the here and now. To Emmrich, brought to blissful ruin by the sight and feel and taste of her innermost self. To his sweet little moans and the rhythmic, almost elegant up-and-down pumps of his jeweled fingers, as they cup around the cock he finally brought out of his pants.

She never thought that Focus on his cock, focus on his cock, Lenore! would be a little chant of reassurance. The last time she saw erect, leaking flesh before her, she would rather have focused on anything else. But who knew that intimacy could be so different... even for the likes of her?

She bends forward and sneaks in a few kisses — on his wet mouth, over the desperately thrumming vein under his jaw — before his shuddering release leaves a messy splash of evidence over the both of them. She will help wash it off, of course; she knows the best potion mixes to do that... But it won't be something shameful, something that she had to get over with, retching and doubling over, her underthings stolen as evidence that the brave hero had survived the battle with the oozing, lumpy giant slug. It's simple, and natural — something that bodies do.

Bodies that are cherished and taken care of and worshipped. Hers revealed to him, his revealed to her.

Alive, here and now. Their skeletal forebears watching over them, in kindness and understanding.

#dragon age #da:tv #emmrich volkarin #emmrich x rook #emmrook #rook aldwir #lemon #age gap ship #original things

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datawyrms · 2 days ago

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12 Steps to Stop Beefing With a Teenager

Hey @katphantom69 ! Happy Truce. Hopefully you enjoy Vlad uh. Trying very hard to turn over some new leaves with some other ghostly friends :v It's all on AO3 HERE or we've got it all under the read more c:

“When you promised me an alliance that would change the status quo, I expected better than this .” Even if the ghost lacked a complete face, the gauntlet jabbing at the delicate cheese platter filled in the gaps. “This is your idea of great change and terror?”

“Eh. You might scare one of those lactose intolerant humans.” Skulker gave a smirk as the knight seemed to grow even more infuriated, flames bursting from his helmet.

“No! Do you know how many of those flock to cheese?! It is as if they think it is a dare!”

“It is for snacking.” Vlad let out a long sigh, trying to ignore the ache already starting to settle behind his eyes. “Nor are we talking about terror today.”

“Then this is a tedious waste of my time!”

“Oh, because you do so much! Slumbering in a pumpkin all year, while I, TECHNUS-”

“Skulker, I paid you to find people interested in attending. Not literally any ghost you could find!”

“They were all very interested in no longer getting shot at in return for attending. I don’t see the problem.” Skulker’s smirk only grew as the half ghost’s fingers started digging into his hair.

This whole ‘trying to be a better person’ thing was not worth it. It would be so much easier to just shoot that smirk off that metal face- or better yet remove his entire head. Really, he probably would just do that if he didn’t have the sneaking suspicion there was some sort of bet going on to who could irritate him the most!

So he had to settle for taking another deep breath. “We’re here to talk about constructive ways to fulfill a purpose. Ways that won’t get you tossed back in the Ghost Zone by an irritated teenager.”

“Well, if I could just skin the teenager we’d solve both problems-”

“Skulker, if you keep this up, I’ll have him send you back without your suit!” Vlad can’t quite keep the pink energy from gathering around his hands, but forces it to disperse.

“Why do you even care? You’re the one who suited up another teenager to kill him! Who of course, ABANDONED your WORTHLESS tech once she had a taste of REAL POWER designed by-”

The half ghost had to cut in before Technus really got his ramble on. “Why did you let her keep that, anyway?”

Technus’ rant stopped in its tracks, the scientist somehow at a loss. “Well. I was somewhat distracted with taking over the world-”

“Which failed.”

“WHICH WAS PUT ON THE BACKBURNER- and well uh. I couldn’t get control back from the suit? My genius was so great it outsmarted even ME-”

“Another stupid accident then. Wonderful.” Vlad muttered. As if it would be anything else. Half of his life seemed like an absurd accident. “How about instead of taking over the world, you could just go to a library? They have computers now.”

“Do they?” Technus actually seemed to be considering it for a moment, before shaking his head “It might not be as much fun as causing WORLD WIDE TECHNICAL TERROR though?”

“Where did you even get the idea it would be fun?”

“Says the evil overshadowing billionaire.” Skulker chimed in, earning another glare.

“Oh that’s easy! It was the ghost child’s idea! He’s very clever sometimes!”

He was going to scream. Of course it was Daniel’s fault! Why wouldn’t it be! He probably just spouted off something stupid his parents said and oops, now the inventor ghost has a world takeover hobby! Great! Thank you so much for this extra hassle!

“I am not changing anything.” Fright Knight’s ‘helpful’ contribution at least got Vlad out of his own head for a moment.

“What, you can’t get people afraid without the threat of death?”

That just got the Fright Knight on his feet and brandishing the Soul Shredder, instead of anything useful. “Are you insinuating my fear is lackluster?”

“No, he’s calling you lazy!” Skulker started cackling as the knight rounded on him, pumpkin already in hand. “Careful where you stab that thing!”

“Squash wielding simpleton…”

“Better this than the plastic mess I dug you out of though, yeah?”

The Fright Knight refused to respond, which was probably the closest thing to agreement anyone was going to get. Did that count as progress? No, not really.

“Did anyone here come to actually try to figure something out, or should we just call it here?” Vlad couldn’t keep the irritation out of his voice, almost eager to call it a waste of time and move on to something else.

“Hey! What about YOU?! You’re a ghost that causes problems too, home slice!”

Oh for the love of fondue. “I am managing perfectly well-”

“Which is why you totally paid me to set up more cameras last week.”

“That I PROGRAMED so the ghost child’s little friend could not DETECT THEM-”

“A very normal and ‘not causing problems’ thing to do.” Skulker finished with the technological tag team, kicking his feet up onto the table as if to maximize the insult.

“Hah! You seem like a much larger problem than any of us.” The Fright Knight seemed in much better spirits with someone else being criticized. “Perhaps instead of this farce of a meeting you could find a therapist.”

Vlad could only scowl more “As if I could find one willing to work with me!”

The knight’s face may not be very visible, but the half ghost could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Surely not! There are plenty of ghosts who care about health. You would have had to do something abominably stupid to scare all of them off.”

“OH OH, like WHAT?”

“Perhaps something like, ah, stealing an immensely powerful artifact? Multiple, even?”

“Or letting out the ghost king! Who’d do something so foolish and get NOTHING out of it?”

His life is a goddamned comedy routine. Interrupting might make the two keep going longer though- so he just tries to wait until they get bored.

“Or better yet, repeatedly attacking who the leading medical experts consider a saviour! In front of them, no less!” Fright Knight was failing to keep his composure now, a cackle escaping at the sheer absurdity.

“WHY, doing even ONE of those things would be hard!”

“Imagine a ghost foolish enough to do all of them!”

This whole thing was a set up, wasn’t it? He didn’t even know which one to strangle first. “Are you quite finished?”

“MAYBE!”

“It’s only fair we get to criticize you back. We don’t go around living over here full time like you half breeds.”

“I get plenty of that without your help.” Vlad might have added more, but stopped as the door swung open to show an irritated black haired teenager. “You’re late.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “No I’m not.”

“I didn’t think the ghost child was coming! HELLO!” Technus’ loud greeting earned him a grimace.

“I’m not a child. And I’m not here for your stupid meeting.” The boy crossed his arms, keeping a fair distance away from the other ghosts. “Did you even explain me to your little tea party?”

“No. Considering you didn’t show up, I figured it could wait.” Which was perfectly reasonable! Did he want to try to explain a doomed timeline ghost that was hanging out in a cloned body? No. It was complicated enough before even touching the whole ‘oh that ghost is two half ghosts in an angst blender’ thing.

“Figures.”

Skulker stared for quite awhile before frowning at Vlad. “Okay, this was mostly a joke- but you aren’t seriously trying to replace the whelp again?” The other gathered ghosts looked amongst themselves and Vlad, a mixture of concern and anger.

“No! He’s a time anomaly thing, not a clone exactly.” Even if he was using a clone body. Which ideally the hunter wouldn’t try to pry too much into. “I’m not doing any other clone things.”

“That’s right, you aren’t.” Phantom said, blue eyes flashing red for a moment. “Instead of doing this dumb meeting, I did something actually helpful! You’re welcome.”

Oh, that was very ominous. “What do you mean by-”

The explosion that rocked the room rather cut off any attempt to finish his sentence.

“Just removed some temptation for you, old man.”

He might be trying to be a better person. Sometimes, you just had to shift into your ghost form and fling yourself at the smug little menace that blew up a very valuable research lab. Especially when the target in question clearly wanted the fight!

Skulker, the Fright Knight and Technus could only watch the two half feral ghosts tumble out through a wall.

“Do you think he’d notice if we went and stole stuff from the wreckage?” The hunter broke the stunned silence first

“Probably not!”

“That portal better still work, I want no part of whatever that is.” The Fright Knight was already moving to leave the room and the entire farce of a meeting behind.

“BORINGGGG!”

“More for us, remember?” Skulker elbowed Technus before any extra goading could occur.

“Oh! Yes! FEEL FREE TO LEAVE!”

What was the harm in leaving a little extra mess for Plasmius anyway?

#danny phantom #holiday truce #vlad masters #this is mostly a silly little fic but i think it's fun?#oh and uh. Post AGIT so kinda spoilerssss?

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wishfulsketching · 4 hours ago

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What a year, huh.

I'm not going to talk about how everything is going to shit in the real world, that's not what this post is about.

I can remember that before Gotham, I had a bit of trouble trying to get inspired about art. I did end up doing a lot of original art due to that, tho. Gotham was the nice return to a hyperfixation that got me back to creating, which felt like a saving grace tbh. I draw A LOT, you may have noticed. I thank my ADHD for that. So, when I'm unable draw I do struggle spending my time in any meaningful way.

I also started reading again this year. Murderbot Diaries got me by the throat, I love those books so much. I've also liked T. Kingfisher's books so far, haven't read that many yet, tho. I also read in english, not the translated versions, so it's a nice way to "use" my english skills.

I finally started needle felting this Christmas! I've been meaning to do it for yearsss. Bunnydog was my ever first attempt, Slowpoke was my second.

Arcane season 2. Woohee, I had totally forgotten when it was going to drop! It was a good thing tho, I was saved from a lot of painful waiting around, hah. I might've chickened out of the Zaundads fandom back in the day but it's so much more chill now. Well, kind of. I do see people complain a bit in the tags. Plus I bet it's a lot worse in other sites. ANYWAY!

I feel like that in this short time after season 2, I've gotten better at art and got my groove fully back. I am so grateful for people who just keep being so nice and support me here adsfsdfo! I said it back in 2021/2022 I think but I'll say it again: zaundads fandom has been one of the nicest fandom I've been part of. (I have to mention tho, so is riddlebird fandom)

I'm still a bit overwhelmed with all the attention I'm getting, I admit, but I am also so happy I get to share my unhinged love for this stupid little man.

My next year will start with job hunting and balancing my mental health (I've been "in recovery" for years, it's gonna be a adjustment to start working. I am still very much struggling but not as much so I have to find a job that doesn't kill me in a month lol).I've also made one new years resolution which is that I will more actively display and live my preferred identity and not just go "eh whatever, I know how I actually feel like so". Not gonna be easy because I get embarrassed about everything and will want to backpedal so hard at the start but uhhh...I'll try not to? Eh.

Yea. So a lot of new things for the next year and I already feel tired. But hopeful!

I'll end this post by randomly sharing my fave CJU gameplays because his gameplay vids always help me to relax:

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I couldn't find the playlist so here's PART 2 and PART 3. I really love the story in this one.

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A game I expected nothing from and now rewatch this playthrough ever so often. PLAYLIST

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Love the game, love the commentary, love the vibes! PLAYLIST

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theallyandhisbeast · 1 day ago

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You know what.

We have seen how nonchalant everyone in the firefam was about the break up, no? Like it's something that always happens (which, to be fair, buck always breaks up with his partners after a period that goes to 6-10 months). I'm not even thinking it's the wrong attitude. I mean, for them, they must think "we are gonna treat this break up just like his other ones, just cause Tommy is a dude there should be no difference".

(this without counting on the fact that Tommy was friends with everyone. But apparently the writers didn't so. I'm not gonna talk about that stupidity here rn)

Only. They don't get that it is different this time. And Buck, bless him, won't realize until someone spells it out to him without knowing.

What I'm thinking over is the whole Josh speech. Taking aside the glee of it all, when Josh asks Buck if he thinks he loves Tommy, Buck's reply is immediately like "whoa let's not go that far" but with every question Josh asks he's like "well...". Problem is, I don't think Buck realised he loves Tommy. What he takes from the convo is what goes down in his terrible speech to Tommy in the break up scene, and the way he was wording things is probably one of the reasons why Tommy felt the need to bolt like he did.

So Buck did know he wanted more from Tommy, but he's still nebulous on the why. He says he's comfortable with him, that he wants him to move in together, mentions marriage yes, but he still doesn't tell Tommy he loves him. If he knew he loved him, wouldn't it be logical for him to precede the speech with that? But he doesn't. So we must take from that is Buck hasn't realised the depth of his feelings for Tommy.

And this brings me to another point I want to make. Maddie is present for the entirety of Buck's conversation with Josh. So she knows how Buck dodged the "you love him" question and she knows he needed to be coached into seeing the situation from Tommy's perspective. And what does she take from it, after the break up? Buck probably wasn't in love with Tommy, so he's going to bounce back easily. And she probably shared this with Chim, who probably also told the 118 fam cause... He's Chim come on lmao

So we are at the situation where everyone thinks Buck isn't actually in love with Tommy so this is just temporary! Except Buck goes crazy into baking. Still tho everyone this is just one of Buck's quirks that will eventually die out.

Buck is also not clear on his feelings for Tommy! Because baking takes the need to call Tommy off his mind, which probably also means he's not doing any type of meaningful introspection about why this break up is leaving him so off.

This could be all a beautiful set up for Buck to actually realise he's in love already and needs to fight for the relationship, but at this point I'm not exactly confident the writers will handle this well so...

What I would love so much is someone, maybe Maddie since she's the one who was present at the Josh scene, to question Buck on why he's still hung up on Tommy months after the break up saying something on the lines of "you didn't even love him, I don't understand why you are still so hung up on him!" And Buck snapping right at that moment, fed up with all the meddling of his family about not contacting Tommy, without even thinking twice says "But I do love him, Maddie! I fucking love him and you all told me for months to let it go!"

And that's how Buck realises he's in love with Tommy and he goes to fight to get his man back 😌 in a perfect world we'd get this on our screen am I right

#bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 abc #evan buck buckely #tevan #kinley #my post #911 discourse #911 show #911 speculation

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morgana-larkin · 2 days ago

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May I have a Chessy x reader slow burn then against the wall smut? I'm a sucker for both to be quite honest.

Hi Anon! Thank you for the prompt and I hope I delivered on the slow burn and the smut enough for you! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I got another Chessy prompt yesterday so I'll see if I'm able to finish it before the New Year! Also I didn't specifically describe this about reader but I pictured her being taller than Chessy. I am not taller than Lisa, I'm 5'1, which is why I usually make reader shorter.

A Vineyard Crush

Warnings: Smut, Angst

Words: 9.1K (Enjoy)

You just got hired as a gardener at the Parker’s ranch and Nick Parker himself is giving you a tour of the ranch.

“So once the grapes are picked then they go down here where they get inspected again and then turned into wine.” Nick says as he shows you the basement. “So that’s the places you’ll need to know for work, any questions?” He asks as you walk back to the field. You’re about to shake your head when you see a woman appear at the front door and you can’t help but stare a bit.

“Who’s that?” You ask and point to her, Nick looks to where you’re pointing.

“Oh that’s Chessy, she’s the live-in nanny that helps me raise my daughter and keeps the house running.

“You have a daughter?” You ask and he nods.

“Ya but she just left for camp yesterday and won’t be back for a month.” He tells you and you nod.

“Ok, when do I start?” You ask him and he smiles.

“Right now.” He says and he calls someone over. A man walks towards you both and looks at Nick. “Kyle, this is Y/n. I just hired her and she needs someone to show her how things are done.” He tells him and Kyle nods before Nick walks to the house.

“Ok, so come with me and I’ll show you everything we have to do.” He tells you and you follow him to the grapes. On your way there, you stare at Chessy again and can’t help but be entranced by her.

The next day you’re checking the grapes while Kyle watches and you see Chessy walk out and you turn slightly to glance at her.

“Do you need a break?” You hear and you snap out of your staring and look at Kyle.

“What?” You ask him.

“Do you need a break? I’m guessing you’re not used to working in the heat all day.” He says and you nod.

“Ya a small break would actually be nice.” You tell him and you go get your water bottle from the cooler. “What do you know about her? I think Nick said her name was Chessy.” You ask him and he looks at her.

“I don’t know much actually. She doesn’t go outside much unless it’s to walk Sammy and she doesn’t talk a lot.” He says.

“Who’s Sammy?”

“Their golden retriever, he’s a sweetheart of a dog.” He tells you. “All I know is she takes care of Hallie, Nick’s daughter, and she’s also the cook and she cleans the house.” He says to you and you look at Chessy.

The following day you’re picking grapes when you hear barking and then you see Sammy running up to you. He stops in front of you and then you give him a few pets and then you hear someone calling him and you look up to see her running towards you.

“Sammy!” She yells and Sammy ignores her and demands more pets from you. “Sorry about that, he usually doesn’t run up to people like this.” She says to you with a smile and you smile back at her.

“Oh it’s not a problem, he’s so sweet and cute.” You tell her and Sammy wags his tail.

“He’s sweet until he runs to total strangers to get away from the bath.” She jokes and you laugh. “Are you new? I haven’t seen you before.” She asks you and you nod.

“Ya, it’s only my third day.” You tell her as you stand up straight to look at her.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Chessy.” She says and holds out a hand to shake, you immediately shake her hand and you feel her incredibly soft hands.

“I’m Y/n. Sorry but your hands are so soft, what’s your skin routine?” You ask and then mentally facepalm for asking a stupid question but then you hear her laugh.

“Well thank you and I actually don’t have any routine other than using body lotion every night before bed.” She says with a smile and you stare at her the entire time until Sammy barks. “Well I gotta get this mister into the bath so he has time to dry off before the sun goes down.” She says and holds on to Sammy’s collar. “I’ll see you around.” She tells you.

“Ya, well I work here so I guess you will.” You joke and she smiles before walking Sammy back into the house.

The two of you didn’t speak again until a week later when you and Kyle were working on a grapevine when you noticed something strange about the bottom of the plant.

“Kyle, does it look like the plant is molding?” You ask him and he quickly goes on his knees to inspect it.

“Go get Nick, he’s in the house.” Kyle tells you and you run to the house. You walk inside as they left the doors open and you see Chessy in the kitchen, cooking something.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” She asks as she sees you.

“Where’s Nick? It’s important.” You ask her.

“NICK!!!” She yells and he jogs into the room a few seconds later.

“What’s up Chessy? Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Can you come with me? I think something is wrong with one of the grapevines.” You tell him and he follows you outside.

“If it’s molding then we should pull it out and save as much grapes on it as possible.” Kyle tells Nick and he looks at it.

“Yes, you should pull it out and save all the grapes.” Nick says and you and Kyle get to work.

An hour later Chessy comes out and reaches you just as you turn around and bump right into her.

“Oohh! Oh Chessy, I’m sorry.” You tell her and she waves you off.

“It’s no one’s fault, wrong timing is all. I was just wondering if the problem got fixed. The one that you had to get Nick to help solve.” She asks and you smile.

“Oh that, ya. We had to pull one of the vines out as it was dying from the root.” You tell her and she nods. “Did you come just to check on me?” You ask her and she rolls her eyes.

“No.” She simply says and you tilt your head. “Ok maybe.” She changes her answer to.

“Well I’m flattered, I heard you don’t talk to the workers much.” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, have you asked about me?”

“Of course.” You say to her with a smile.

“I don’t talk much to people because I’m busy.” She tells you as you get back to work.

“And yet you took time out of your busy schedule to come talk to me.” You tell her and smirk.

“Don’t get cocky, I have to go back to work now, but I’ll see you around.” She says softly and you nod.

“You can come out and see me any time during the day.” You tell her and she smiles before she walks back to the house.

The next day she goes to walk Sammy and passes by you. She smiles and waves when she sees you before she continues with the walk. When she finishes the walk, she lets Sammy off the leash and then he starts running back to the house. He ends up taking a slight detour and runs to you. You turn around when you hear him barking and you get on your knees and start petting him. Chessy eventually catches up and walks up to you both.

“What horrible thing were you going to do to him now?” You joke with her and she snorts.

“Nothing this time, I just took him off the leash.” She tells you. “And I guess he ran to his new friend.” She adds and you smile as you continue petting him.

“Well, aren't you sweet?” You say to Sammy and then he runs off. “And I guess he’s had enough.” You say out loud as you stand up. “By the way, did you hear that this publicist is coming to take pictures tomorrow?” You ask her and she nods.

“Ya Nick told me, apparently this girl named Meredith Blake.” She says. “I gotta go finish cleaning the house in case she wants pictures of it as well.” She tells you and you nod before she leaves.

“So you and Chessy are getting along.” Kyle says to you and you turn to look at him.

“I guess.” You tell him and shrug your shoulders.

“I won’t tell anyone about your crush on her.” He says to you and you whip your head towards him.

“I don’t have a crush on her.” You tell him sternly.

“Alright, whatever you say. But you were staring at her as she walked away.” He tells you and then he gets back to work.

The next day a car pulls up and Nick walks out to greet them. You think that it must be the publicist. You see her walk out of the car and you widen your eyes as you see a beautiful young woman step out and greet Nick. You watch them walk around as he gives her a tour and you go back to work. About half an hour later they walk up to where you are and Nick greets you.

“Hey Y/n, this is Meredith Blake, the publicist I told you all about.” He introduces her to you and you nod then shake her hand. You see Nick’s hand is on her back the entire time. “Do you mind if she takes a couple pictures of you working and of the grapes?” He asks you.

“No not at all, go for it.” You tell him and then get back to work. About 10 minutes later they move on to the other areas and you just shake your head at Nick being smitten with her. “If she was my type I might be all over her as well.” You mutter to yourself. “Thankfully she’s not my type.”

“Who is your type then?” You hear behind you and you turn around quickly and see Chessy there with a smile.

“Oh, Chessy. I didn’t even notice or hear you coming.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Sorry to scare you, maybe I’ll wear a bell next time.” She jokes with you and you snort.

“Well that might actually help, that way I’ll know to run away.” You say with a smile and she laughs.

“I saw you met Meredith.” She tells you and you nod. “Apparently they already met a couple times and Nick apparently asked her out and she said yes.” She tells you. “I noticed you eyeing his hand.” She adds on.

“Were you watching me?” You ask her.

“Watching her actually, I want to know what’s going on.” She tells you and you nod. “You didn’t answer my question earlier, what’s your type?” She asks and you slightly blush.

“Oh that’s not important.” You say, trying to not answer the question.

“Come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“I’m actually ok not knowing what kind of man catches your eye.” You say as you look at a couple grapes before picking them out and putting them in a basket.

“Man or woman.” She says and you look at her. “I’m attracted to both genders.” She tells you and you stare at her for a couple seconds.

“I’m attracted to women.” You tell her and she nods. “Attracted to one's a bit older than me and brunettes the most.” You say, keeping it a bit short but then realised you described her.

“Hm, interesting. Well I’m attracted to both genders and it’s not really anything physical that really attracts me, it’s more personality. Like kind, confident and romantic.” She says to you and you nod.

“That’s a good list to have. I wasted a small amount of time on a girl who wasn’t nice.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Well you can use my list as a reference then.” She says and then both of you say bye before she leaves to the house.

“I just don’t know what he sees in her.” Chessy tells you a few days later as she holds the basket full of grapes for you.

“Well she’s pretty and good at selling.” You tell her as you place a grape in the basket.

“She’s barely selling the wine.” She says and you look at her.

“I didn’t say it was the wine that she’s good at selling.” You tell her and she snorts. “You seem a bit jealous.” You add and she shakes her head.

“Not jealous, more concerned.” She tells you. “Nick and Hal are family to me, and I don’t think Hal is going to like this.” She says as you place another grape in the basket.

“When is she coming back?” You ask her.

“In 15 days.” She tells you.

“Well we can’t be too surprised that Nick is dating, he is a single man.” You say to her.

“I guess, it did take him a while to get over his ex-wife.” She says and you hum.

“Well there’s nothing we can do, so how about you focus on keeping the house going until Hallie comes back?” You tell her and she nods.

“Good point, it’s not like anything serious will happen at least until Hal meets her.” She says and you nod.

“Exactly.” You tell her as you put another grape in the basket. She then hands the basket back to you.

“I gotta go make some lunch.” She says and you nod at her.

“Have fun.” You tell her and she smiles before walking to the house.

“I don’t have a crush on her.” You hear Kyle as he imitates you.

“We can be acquaintances.” You tell him.

“She might be acquaintances with you but you got a crush on her.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“I don’t, she’s just an interesting person.” You tell him and then he looks unimpressed and gets back to work.

The next day you have your raincoat on as it’s raining out and then you all hear thunder coming and then see lightning that’s pretty close.

“Come on, we got to take shelter.” Kyle tells you and you grab the basket and then run to cover.

You, Kyle and a couple others take shelter at the front porch of the house and wait out the storm while others take shelter in the horse shelter.

“Is everyone ok?” You hear and turn to see Chessy there.

“Ya everyone is good, just saw lightning really close by.” You basically shout over the rain and she nods.

The following week she stops by to say hi to you.

“Hey you.” She says softly and you look at her.

“Where’s your bell?” You joke with her and she laughs.

“I knew I forgot something.” She says and you giggle.

“I guess you’re excited about Hallie coming back in 7 days.” You tell her and she nods.

“Yep, but it’s looking serious between Nick and Meredith. I saw them making out the other day by the pool.”

“Ew.” You say and she laughs.

“It’s even worse if you catch them.” She says and you smile.

“You must be traumatised.” You say dramatically and she laughs again.

“I most definitely am.”

“So what brings you by? Came to rant again?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nope, just came to say hi to my friend as I have some free time.” She tells you and you smile.

“Already at friends?” You ask her shyly and she nods.

“Well we shared our attractions so I think friends is acceptable.” She says and you laugh.

“It definitely is.” You say as you pull out a couple weeds around one of the grapevines.

For the rest of the week, Chessy comes to talk to you everyday and then on Thursday she comes out running to you.

“Y/n!” She yells and you turn to look at her.

“What is it?”

“They’re engaged.” She says to you and you look at her confused. “Nick just proposed to Meredith and she said yes.” She tells you and you widen your eyes.

“That’s quick.” You say and she nods.

“Hal doesn’t even know her father is dating someone, and now he’s engaged.” She says. “She’s coming back in 2 days.” She exclaims and you rub her arm to comfort her.

“Just relax, maybe Hallie might like it.” You tell her and she looks at you unimpressed.

“I’m calm, but I know Hal won’t like it.” She tells you. “Are you working on Saturday?” She asks and you nod.

“Ya I work everyday over the summer.” You tell her.

“I might rant to you over the weekend.” She tells you and you nod.

“You can come rant to me anytime.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Thank you.” She says and you smile at her.

The next day you see Chessy frantically getting things ready for Hallie’s arrival, as well as going shopping to pick up everything for meals.

On Saturday morning you see Nick’s car pulling up and you see a ginger haired girl getting out as well as Chessy running out, screaming excitedly and you snort.

“She’s such a dork.” You mutter and then you look to see Kyle looking at you amused. “Still not a crush.” You tell him and he shrugs his shoulders and gets back to work.

You then hear barking and you see Sammy barking at Hallie and avoiding her. That’s odd. Chessy told you that Sammy adores Hallie.

You then see Hallie go inside and Chessy pets Sammy before following her. You see Meredith walking around in a white dress with a hat on and you shake your head. You wonder when Chessy will come out and rant to you.

You see her coming out about an hour later and you pretend that you don’t see her, to make sure that Kyle sees you don’t have a crush on her.

“Hey Y/n.” She says and you look at her with a smile.

“Hey Chessy, come out to rant already?” You ask her and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Not only is Hal meeting Meredith right now, she also seems different. It seems she changed a lot at camp.” She tells you and you nod.

“Well she’s almost 12, don’t they tend to do that at that age?” You ask her amused and she nods.

“They do but she barely touched the chili I made even though it’s her favourite thing in the world.” She says. “Not to mention that Sammy is avoiding her.” She adds on.

“Ya, I saw that, I did think that was weird.” You tell her and she nods. “Just give it a couple days and I’m sure once she settles in then she’ll be begging you to make that chili again.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” She asks and you blush a little.

“I guess I can be a woman of words.” You tell her and she laughs. The both of you chat a bit until she has to go start on dinner.

“You guys spend a lot of time together.” Kyle tells you when Chessy is out of ear shot.

“Well we’re friends and we don’t spend a whole lot of time together, I mean we only talk while I work.” You tell him.

“You mean you don’t spend time together outside of working hours?” He asks and you shake your head. “Are you really friends if you don’t spend time together outside of work? It sounds like you’re work friends.” He tells you and you frown.

“Maybe.” You tell him and go on your knees to pull out a weed.

The next day you see Nick and Hallie take off on their horses and then Chessy comes out with Sammy. Sammy remains off leash and he chooses to run up to you.

“Hey Sammy!” You exclaim and go to pet him.

“He definitely likes you. He might have a little crush on you.” Chessy tells you when she catches up.

“I bet he likes everyone.” You tell her.

“Except for Hal, he’s still avoiding her.” She tells you and you look at her. “And she’s still acting strange.” She adds.

“Strange how?” You ask and she sighs.

“She barely touched breakfast, she took a bite out of a piece of toast and then took off. She normally loves to eat a lot at breakfast. She’s also gotten incredibly proper which is unusual and she forgot how to open the door to go outside.” She tells you.

“So she’s acting a bit different, but she’s still Hallie. I mean there’s not someone else who looks exactly like her.” You joke and she looks like she’s thinking about something. “Right?” You ask her and she snaps out of her thoughts and looks at you.

“Right, exactly.” She tells you.

“I’ve got a lot to do today.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“You don’t want to talk with a friend like we did yesterday?” She asks and she tilts her head.

“Well work friends don’t always talk to each other for an hour or two everyday.” You tell her and she frowns.

“Work friends?” She asks.

“Ya, I mean we only talk to each other while at work. Isn’t that work friends?”

“Oh, right, I guess so.” She tells you with disappointment in her voice.

“Everything alright?” You ask her and she smiles and nods.

“Yep, just remembered something I have to do.” She tells you and heads inside, and Sammy follows her. You get back to work and you see Kyle looking at you strangely.

Chessy heads inside and finishes cleaning the kitchen before she gets her glasses out and goes to read in the chair. Her mind goes to wander to you and you saying that her and you are just work friends and that kinda stung. She thought you two were real friends but then thinks you have a point, you don’t hang out outside of work. That didn’t stop her from developing a crush on you though. She’s suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when Hallie barges in all anxious.

Chessy is in the kitchen 30 minutes later making food for Annie when she catches sight of you working on the grapes. She looks out of the window just to watch you working and gets lost in thought. She doesn’t know how much time has passed when Annie walks into the kitchen.

“What are you staring at?” She asks Chessy and Chessy slightly jumps and turns around.

“Nothing! Nobody.” She says and Annie looks unconvinced.

“You were staring at someone?” She asks and Chessy shakes her head.

“Of course not, why would you ask that?” Chessy says with a slight blush and Annie smiles.

“Well I just came to tell you that Hallie is telling our mother tomorrow morning and then we’re going to be switched back.” She tells Chessy.

“Well I guess that’s what’s bound to happen when you switch places with your secret twin.” Chessy tells her amused and Annie laughs.

“Why didn’t they tell us that we’re a twin? I mean you knew.” Annie asks her and Chessy looks at a lost for words.

10 minutes later you’re on a ladder getting some grapes up top while Kyle is holding on.

“Hey Y/n.” Chessy tells you and you look down and see Chessy and Hallie there.

“Hey Chessy, just a moment.” You tell her.

“Kyle, none of these grapes are ready.” You tell him.

“I guess they’re growing slower on this one. We’ll just check again tomorrow.” He tells you and you nod then get down. Kyle takes the ladder and walks away to put it away.

“So Chessy, what’s up.” You ask her as you take your gloves off.

“Well I wanted to introduce you to someone.” She says.

“Oh, well hello Hallie.” You tell her and shake her hand. “Chessy has told me quite a bit about you.”

“Well actually this isn’t Hallie.” Chessy says and Annie looks at her in shock. “You can trust her.” Chessy says and you look confused.

“I’m actually Annie, Hallie’s twin.” Annie says with her British accent and you look at Chessy and she confirms with a nod.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Annie, and I see you’re from the UK.” You tell her and she nods.

“From London. Chessy wanted me to meet you before I get switched back with Hallie.” She says and you nod.

The 3 of you talk for a little bit before Annie and Chessy had to go back inside to eat and you had to get ready to leave.

The next day Chessy comes up to you and takes a breath before speaking.

“We’re all leaving tomorrow morning to go to the Stafford hotel.” She tells you and you look at her.

“Well hello to you too.” You tell her with a smile and she chuckles.

“Hey Y/n, we’re switching the twins back as Hallie told their mom.” She tells you and you nod.

“Well at least you’ll get to see Hallie again.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Ya, but I’m going to miss Annie. I saw both of them when they came home from the hospital and then a year later Elizabeth takes off with Annie.” She tells you and you grab her hand.

“I’m sure it’ll all work out as the twins will want to see each other again as well as see their parents again.” You tell her and Chessy looks at your hand in hers and nods.

“You’re right, I’m excited to see Hal again and I’ll see Annie again.” She says and you smile at her before you let go of her hand.

“How long are you going to be gone for?” You ask her.

“Nick reserved a couple bedrooms for a couple nights.” She tells you and you nod.

“Well I’ll see you when you get back, and I can’t wait to meet Hallie.” You tell her and she smiles at you before she goes to pack.

You do your work for a couple days and then you see them come back home, only this time there’s 2 cars coming back. You watch as 2 ginger-haired girls get out of the car, as well as Nick, Chessy, Meredith and Sammy, as well as a couple other people you don’t know.

You watch Chessy for the whole day and see her and this guy being really close with each other. You feel a sting in your heart at seeing them spending time together and being all giggles. You start feeling jealousy at seeing her with someone else and you work and mope until Chessy walks over to you.

“Y/n!” She exclaims as she comes over with that guy and the twins. “I wanted to introduce you to the twins and also Martin. We don’t know which one is which as they won’t tell us. And Martin is Elizabeth and Annie’s butler.” She tells you with a smile.

“Well nice to meet you Martin and Hallie.” You say and look directly at her.

“How’d you know which one was who?” Hallie exclaims and you smile.

“You just told me.” You say and they pout before you hear Chessy giggle. Martin then gets called by Elizabeth and he goes to help her.

“Isn’t he great?” Chessy asks you and the twins look at her and then at you.

“I don’t know him.” You tell her, harsher than you thought and she looks at you confused due to her tone.

“Well him and I are going on a picnic date tomorrow while everyone else is away camping.” She says and you go back to picking grapes.

“Cool.” You say, completely uninterested in the conversation. The twins look between the two of you before looking at each other and then leaving. Chessy watches them leave and then steps closer to you.

“Are you ok? Did something happen while we were away?” She asks with concern and puts her hand on your shoulder but you shrug her off.

“I’m fine, I just have work to do, as you can see.” You tell her with a snap to your voice and she looks at you surprised.

“If something is bothering you then you know you can tell me.” She says and you look at her without any emotion.

“Why would I tell you? We’re just work friends, remember?” You say and she nods.

“I guess you just need some space right now, I’ll leave you be.” She tells you and walks away.

You let out a breath when she’s out of earshot and Kyle comes up to you.

“Still denying that you have feelings for her?” He asks and you glare at him before you soften your features.

“I know I like her, but she obviously likes that Martin guy instead of me.”

“So what are you going to do? You can brush her off like that everytime she comes to talk to you.” He tells you and you sigh.

“I can’t talk to her without being jealous about her and Martin.” You tell him.

“So you are going to brush her off every time?” He asks and you nod. “Doesn’t she come to talk to you a few times per week?” He asks you and you nod.

“I have to start distancing myself as I have a major crush on her. At this point it’s not even a crush, I have feelings for her, real feelings for her.” You tell him and he rubs your back before going back to work.

“So your plan is to get her to not like you anymore?” He asks and you nod.

“It’ll make her stop coming to talk to me.” You say and then you go back to work.

You watch Chessy and Martin kiss under an umbrella as Annie, Elizabeth and Martin head back to London. It’s been 2 days since you started distancing yourself from Chessy and you still feel a sting in your heart at her spending a lot of time with Martin, especially since you heard that she spent a whole day and a night with him.

The next day you see Chessy walking around the yard with Sammy and then Sammy runs up to you and demands pets from you. You couldn’t keep yourself from ignoring him as he’s too sweet and cute, so you obviously start petting him.

“So you refuse to spend time with me but not him?” Chessy asks as she comes up to you both.

“Didn’t think you’d notice?” You tell her and she looks at you confused. “You were spending every minute with Martin.” You tell her and she frowns.

“Yes but he’s back in London now.” She tells you.

“And didn’t Nick and Hallie not go after them?” You ask her and she nods. “So he’s going to come back and you’ll be able to spend all the time you want with him.” You snap at her.

“What’s been going on with you lately? Ever since we came back from San Francisco, you’ve been acting different.” She says and you roll your eyes. You go to walk to a different grapevine but she grabs your wrist. “Y/n, please talk to me.” She says and you glare at her.

“Why do you care if I talk to you or not?” You ask her and she looks hurt by your words. Before she speaks again, Kyle comes up to you both and looks at Chessy.

“Sorry to interrupt but I need Y/n’s help with something.” He says and Chessy lets go of you.

“Of course, I’ll talk to you later then Y/n.” She says to you and you watch her walk away and then turn to Kyle.

“Thank you.” You tell him after taking a breath.

“You’re welcome. But I can’t save you all the time, you should come up with an excuse as to why you don’t want to see her ever again or tell her the truth.” He tells you and you sigh.

“Obviously I’m gonna lie, I just have to come up with a reason why.” You tell him.

“I don’t understand why you never told her that you have feelings for her.”

“Because I’m not her type.” You tell him.

“What did she say her type was again?”

“Kind, confident and romantic.” You say and he looks at you.

“So you don’t want to be nice to her anymore cause that would just turn her off?”

“I was never trying to turn her on, and besides she has Martin now.” You tell him. “And he seems like her type.” You say, unknown to you, Chessy was watching you and Kyle talk from a window inside the house.

Chessy takes a deep breath and places her hands on the counter to steady herself. She likes Martin but she also likes you. She thinks how Martin is her type, he’s nice to her, he’s confident with what he wants and he took her out on a romantic picnic. But during the picnic she remembers thinking about you. But you seem to be pushing her away and she doesn’t know why.

She would rather be with you as she likes you more, but you have no romantic interest in her, and it seems that you have no platonic interest in her anymore as well. She slumps down on the ground and Sammy walks up and sits next to her, providing comfort. If you want nothing to do with her then she’ll just have to respect your wishes and stay away, besides she has Martin now and there’s a good chance he’s coming back.

A couple days later you see Nick and Hallie pull up and get out of the car with smiles on their faces, and you’re guessing that it’s all going to work out for them.

Nick and Hallie tell Chessy that the whole James household is moving in with them, including Martin. She’s excited at first but then it sinks in for her that Martin is going to be around the entire time and each day she stares at you from a window.

A week later the James household and Martin come to the ranch with some essentials before the rest of their stuff comes from London.

The whole first week of them being there, you try to ignore Chessy and Martin being close to each other. Chessy hasn’t tried to talk to you since you snapped at her and you can’t blame her.

The day after the first week of everyone moving in, you come to the ranch and Hallie and Annie come up to you.

“What can I do for you two?” You ask them.

“Why are you and Chessy not talking to each other?” Annie asks you and you look at her.

“We were acquaintances but we’re not anymore.” You simply tell her.

“But why?” She pushes and you sigh.

“The reason doesn’t matter.” You tell her as you get back to work.

“Is it because of Martin? You snapped at her when she introduced you to Martin.” She asks and you got to give her credit for catching on to that.

“What would anything have to do with him?” You ask her.

“Because you like her.” Hallie simply says and you wipe your head at them.

“Is there a reason for this questioning?” You ask them as calmly as possible.

“Chessy likes you as well.” Annie says and Hallie agrees.

“And why would you say that?” You ask them.

“Because when I was here, she spent a lot of time with you, spoke highly of you and I caught her staring out the window at you.” Annie says and you sigh.

“I still don’t see the reason for you two talking to me.”

“Well don’t you see? You like her and she likes you, you should be together.” Hallie says.

“Annie, have you forgotten that your butler is with her?” You ask her and she thinks about that for a moment.

“We can break them up.” Annie says.

“No, I’m not going to ruin a happy relationship because of feelings that Chessy might have had for me at some point.”

“She still likes you.” Hallie says and you look at them. “We see her staring out the window every day. The window that just so happens to be in the spot to see you perfectly.” She adds and you go back to work.

“Annie and Hallie, I’m only going to say this once. Chessy is happy with Martin and her and I are no longer acquaintances or friends or whatever we were. So please just drop it, ok?” You tell them and they look at you.

“If we dropped it with our parents then they wouldn’t be together.” Annie says and Hallie nods.

“Chessy and I aren’t your parents.” You tell them and then they seem to get an idea and run away.

Back at the house, Chessy is sitting on the living room couch with Martin when the twins walk in.

“Chessy, can we talk to you?” Hallie says as they go up to her.

“What’s up Hal?” She asks and then they take her hands and drag her up to their room. “Guys, what is going on?” She asks them once they close the door.

“It’s about Y/n.” Hallie says.

“What about Y/n? Is she ok?” Chessy asks.

“Physically yes, emotionally not so much.” Annie says and Hallie nods.

“What?”

“Why aren’t you two friends anymore?” Annie asks. “When I was here, you spoke highly of her and a lot.”

“Well Y/n didn’t want me in her life anymore.” Chessy tells them honestly. “I tried talking to her and she snapped at me twice. That’s what happened.”

“But why did she snap at you?” Hallie asks.

“I don’t know, you’d have to ask her.”

“We did, she didn’t give us a direct answer but we have a good idea why.” Annie says and Chessy looks at them in confusion.

“And why do you think Y/n snapped at me?” Chessy asks them.

“Because she likes you, as in, has feelings for you.” Hallie tells her and Chessy looks at them, at a lost for words.

“Did she specifically tell you that?” She asks them carefully.

“No, but she didn’t deny it.” Hallie says.

“She started snapping at you after you introduced her to Martin, Chessy she was jealous.” Annie says to her.

“We’ve been talking all summer, she never said anything.” Chessy says.

“We don’t know the reason for that, but she could be scared.” Hallie says.

“Why are you telling me this?” Chessy asks them.

“Because you deserve to know, we know you have feelings for her.” Annie says.

“But I’m with Martin now.” Chessy says.

“Well it all depends on who you’d rather be with.” Hallie tells her.

“You can stay with Martin or you can tell Y/n the truth.” Annie adds.

Chessy is looking out the window at you working and Martin comes up to her.

“Why do you stare out that window everyday?” He asks her and she turns around.

“No important reason.” She says and he looks out of it.

“Oh, I can see the vineyard from here, I guess it’s a nice view.” He says. “Oh and there’s your friend Y/n.” He says to her.

“She’s not my friend anymore.” She says to him.

“Why not?”

“Because she doesn’t want me in her life anymore.”

“Did she say why?”

“No, she didn’t, and it hurts.” She says and Martin hugs her.

“Why don’t we go ask her together? Demand an answer from her.”

“I don’t think she’ll say anything with you there, it took a while before she started opening up to me.” Chessy tells him.

“It’s that why you look out the window everyday? Cause you’re looking at Y/n.” Martin asks and Chessy nods. “Are you staring at her because you’re longing to be her friend or for a different reason?” Martin asks and Chessy looks at him.

“Different reason.” She tells him and Martin looks disappointed before looking at her.

“Is the reason that you’d rather be with her?” He asks and she nods. “I understand.” He says and goes to walk away. “You can’t choose who to love, the heart chooses for you, no matter what.” He says and a few tears fall down Chessy’s face.

“You’re really sweet and romantic but I can’t stop thinking about her.” Chessy says and Martin nods.

“Then you should go tell her.” Martin says and Chessy nods before leaving.

You see Chessy walking out and then walking towards you but you pretend that you don’t see her. You notice her coming closer to you and you start to walk away but she catches up with you and she grabs your wrist.

“Come with me.” She says sternly and you look at her.

“I’m working.” You tell her and you see a fire in her eyes.

“Nick won’t care, come with me.” She says and you let her pull you away. She pulls you until you’re alone in the garden and you look at her in confusion.

“What’s all this about? I thought we weren’t talking to each other anymore.” You say to her.

“Did you get jealous?” She asks you and you look at her.

“What?”

“The reason you snapped at me, is it because I was with Martin and you were jealous?” She asks you and you widen your eyes.

“Of course I’m not jealous.” You tell her but she grabs your shoulders.

“You’re lying.” She tells you plainly and you look at her in shock. “Martin and I aren’t together anymore.” She tells you.

“Why?” You ask her and she softens her features.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.” She says and you widen your eyes.

“What?”

“I look out a window where I can see you perfectly everyday, when I’m talking to Martin or kissing him then I think about you when I shouldn’t be. I think about you constantly throughout the day. Y/n, I like Martin, he’s nice.” She says and takes a deep breath before speaking again but you interrupt her.

“Then go be with him and leave me alone.” You say and try to walk away but she grabs your arm and looks at you.

“I like him but I’m falling for you.” She says and you stop breathing for a second. “I want to be with you.” She adds.

“Is this some sort of trick? Payback for snapping at you?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“You snapping at me broke my heart. When you asked me why I care about you, it broke me.” She tells you and you stare at her. You then lunge forward and kiss her, Chessy is shocked by the suddenness but then kisses you back immediately. You pull away once you realise what you did and you stare at her in shock.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You start to say but she cuts you off by pulling you back into a kiss.

“Don’t apologise, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a month now.” She tells you after pulling back.

“But you’re with Martin.” You tell her and she shakes her head.

“He figured out that I liked you and I told him I’d rather be with you.” She says. “But I need to know if you want to be with me.” She says. “I know you kissed me but I need words.” She adds and you smile.

“I do want to be with you, I didn’t tell you because I thought you didn’t like me that way and then you got with Martin.” You tell her and she smiles. “I did get jealous, I’m sorry I snapped at you.” You say to her and she strokes your cheek.

“I forgave you for that pretty much right after you snapped at me. I just wanted you to talk to me but I stayed away as I thought you wanted me out of your life.”

“I did, but only because I didn’t want to have to fake a smile every time you talk to me about Martin.” You tell her and she runs her fingers through your hair.

“Well you don’t have to worry about him, I’m not with him anymore.” She says softly.

“When did you break up with him? The twins talked to me today and it seemed like you were still with him.” You ask her.

“We broke up right before I came to talk to you.” She says and you tilt your head.

“I hope I’m not some rebound.”

“You’re not, you’re the one I’d rather be with.” She says and you lean into her touch. “You know the twins came to talk to me earlier as well. Told me that you have feelings for me, I almost couldn’t believe it.” She says and you hum.

“They just love setting people up don’t they?” You ask her and she laughs.

“I guess so, first their parents and now us.” She says and you nod. “I’m gonna get them such a great birthday gift for their meddling.” She tells you and you laugh.

“I have one question for you.” You tell her and she looks at you and nods. “Did you sleep with Martin?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“No, I was going to but I couldn’t because I thought about you instead of him.”

“Hmm, you must have a lot of pent up sexual energy then.” You tell her as you wrap your arms around her.

“Yes and you’re just feeding into it right now.” She tells you and you smile. “Do you live alone?” She asks and you nod.

“Well how about I tell them I’m going out for the night and you take me home with you after you’re done work? I’ll even bring supper for us to have.” She says and you smile.

“Sounds good.” You tell her and you squeeze her ass before walking away.

“You’ll pay for that later.” She tells you and you turn around to face her.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You tell her and you wink at her before you continue walking away.

“So did you talk to her?” Hallie asks Chessy as she makes supper.

“I did.” Chessy says and then they look at her.

“And?” Annie asks.

“Well thanks to you two meddlers, she and I talked and she kissed me after I confessed.” She tells them and they smile.

“So you two are together now?” Hallie asks and Chessy nods.

“She’s bringing me to her place after she’s done work.” She tells them. “I already told Nick that I’ll be gone for the night.”

“Well good, it’s about time. Ever since you introduced me to her I saw sparks.” Annie says to her.

“Well you’ll be getting a really nice birthday gift this year.

“And that’s in 6 weeks.” Hallie says and Annie smiles.

“Yep, October 11.” Chessy says to them and then continues making supper.

After you’re done work, Chessy walks out with a container in her hand and meets you at your car.

“Hey you.” Chessy says and kisses you.

“Ready to go?” You ask her and she nods.

You drive to your place and then you go and unlocks the door and she follows you inside.

“Nice place.” She says.

“It’s not much but it’s home.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I think it’s perfect.” She says and then goes to the kitchen and places the food on plates before handing you one.

“Thank you.” You tell her and then you go to the kitchen table with her. “Why did we never hang out outside of work?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“Didn’t think you’d want to.” She says and you tilt your head at her. “Especially after that work friends comment you made.” She says and you frown.

“That was me wanting to hang out with you outside of work.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Well we are now so quit complaining.” She says and you give a salute.

“Yes ma’am.” You say and she snorts.

You put the dishes in the sink after you’re both done and as soon as you turn around she kisses you.

“And what were you wanting to do?” You ask her and she hums.

“Well we can kiss, talk or something more than kissing.” She says and you stare at her.

“You mean sex?” You ask her and she nods. “I lost count over how many times I’ve masturbated while thinking about you.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Same.” She tells you and you smile.

“My bedroom is just down the hall.” You tell her and then bring her there. She closes the door and then you trap her between the door and you. You immediately kiss her and place your hands on her waist to bring her closer to you. You trail down to her neck and she moves her head to give you more space and you start sucking. She gasps as you leave hickeys all over her neck and you feel her legs give way so you hoist her up and lean her on the wall while her legs are wrapped around your waist. You then take her shirt off and you stare at the sight of her breasts in the bra. “I knew you had a bigger chest but wow.” You tell her and she smiles.

“There's a lot to suck on and touch.” She tells you and you reach behind her and unclip her bra. You throw it across the room and immediately attach your mouth to a nipple. She moans out as soon as you attach your mouth and she puts her hands in your hair and tugs slightly. You switch to her other nipple and you trail your hand down and undo her khakis. You get her off of you and then you immediately take her pants and underwear off. You go to kiss her again but she stops you and then she takes your shirt off. “If I’m completely naked then you have to be as well.” She says as she takes off all of your clothes.

You go on your knees and then quickly find her clit with your tongue and you start sucking and licking. Chessy places her hand on the wall, while placing her other hand in your hand and closes her eyes and has her mouth open.

“Oh god, I forgot how good women are with their mouths.” She says and you smirk. She then yanks your hair to push your mouth off of her and she gets you on your feet. “I don’t want a mouth on me though, I want fingers inside of me. I want to feel you inside of me until I come around your fingers.” She says and you push her up against the wall while she wraps her legs around your waist. You then make sure her entrance is nice and wet before pushing a finger in and she gasps. “Insert another one.” She tells you once you start pumping and you then quickly insert a second finger and it slides in easily.

“You’re so wet Chess.” You tell her and she whimpers. “Is this what you imagined me doing to you?” You ask her and her eyes are shut again. She nods quickly and you smirk. You continue pumping in and out her and you pick up the pace when you feel her legs around you start to shake. “Are you close Chess?” You ask her and she nods again. Moans and gasps are spilling out of her mouth and you just love getting these sounds out of her. “Take your time and come when you need to.” You tell her and you feel her body tense up and she squeezes around your fingers before she comes with a gasp.

You bring her over to your bed and cuddle her as she calms down and then she turns to you with a smile. “My god, you’re good with your tongue and your fingers.” She says with a chuckle and you smile.

“Women know what feels good on other women as they have the same body.” You tell her and she hums. She then reaches over and easily finds your clit and begins rubbing it. You buck your hips and gasp and she smirks at your actions.

“Something specific you want? Tongue or fingers?” She asks you.

“Please stick your fingers inside of me, as well as get on top of me so I can feel your boobs on me.” You manage to get out and she giggles but does as you ask. She gets on top of you and then inserts two fingers inside of you and you moan out. It doesn’t take long until your whole body tenses and then you come on her fingers. She takes her fingers out of you, licks your juices off of her and moans at your taste.

“Next time I’m gonna use my tongue on you if you taste this sweet.” She says with a smile and you chuckle.

The next morning you bring her to the ranch and she brings you into the kitchen with her and immediately goes to kiss you. You two make out in the kitchen until you hear someone clear their throat. She pushes you off of her and you both turn to see everyone watching you. The twins run outside with Martin and Elizabeth speaks up first.

“Have a nice night?” She asks you both.

“Yep.” Chessy says and lays her head on your chest.

“It looks like it, might want to cover up your hickeys.” Elizabeth says and Chessy looks at you.

“How many did you leave on me?” She asks you and you shrug your shoulders.

“Do you want me to count?” You ask her with a smile and she slaps your head playfully.

“Come on, since you put them on me then you’re gonna help me cover them up.” She tells you as she drags you to her room.

“So you’re not bringing me to your room to make more?” You ask her and she rolls her eyes.

“I hate you.” She tells you and you laugh.

“That’s not what you said last night.”

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boxheadpaint · 3 days ago

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oh god when did i diary post last. Well as good a time as any

another year older today, though birthday festivities are actually taking place yesterday and tomorrow due to conflicting schedules and hannukah party stuff. spending this last week of DEMBER watching found footage / mockumentary horror and doing my best not to worry as much as usual to varying levels of success. still need to get refill on blood pressure meds because sleep is annoying again thanks.

joycon controller journey where in the end i grab those ergonomic ones which they only had the pokemon print ones in stock but theyre very nice. they make my switch wide and intimidating and it doesnt hurt to use which im not sure why i ever got used to that for normal joycons? I can take a few guesses though namely being yay videogames and being good at ignoring pain until its gone for a bit.

waiting back for exciting surgery news though knowing state health that wont be for a while! in the mean time just gonna look at fish and have a beautiful time. didnt actually super celebrate christmas this year, stayed home with partner. did have a gift from my mom (MICHEAL FATCAT VOLUME 2 LETS FUCKING GO. And a book on color combinations) for it and another for my birthday (immensely sexy natural illustration book) which was very nice and makes me happy. since she moved to mexico our schedules dont line up as well from timezones but the few calls we have had are nice. she got a puppy that made me cry over video from the smallness.

at this point i miss digital art enough that i am willin to brave the overheating and bluescreening of my surface again but maybe instead i could set up some stand made of welded paperclips or something so it can sit up and breathe again. Mom gave me her old one but its windows 11, then theres the yogas that doug has where one doesnt work with my pen and says ACTIVATE WINDOWS in the corner because it was probably some sensitive work thing while the other yoga has like. a mystery charger we have yet to find. we will likely try to downgrade moms from the windows 11 shit as best we can but god im not confident in it.

Every month i think i need to stop worrying about what people will think of my art, that their interpretations dont matter and i am doing what makes me happy and what keeps me interested. i also manage to forget this every month around the same time. i miss drawing very very quickly to make stupid funny pictures for people, its a lot better at conveying how i feel and think than trying to pull from my limited vocabulary. written words are basically just another kind of picture that are funny and dont make any sense in any order you say them and will never get across what you are trying to say.

okami HD was 5 dollars on the switch. its been a lot of fun to play through it again after all this time- when i was a kid i thought after orochi i beat the game and that whatever else was going on was a weirdly long postgame. i stopped at the VERY near end of act 2 because of the fucking blockhead warrior guy was impossible for me. i was trying to get footage of the weakpoints on a flipphone with my family behind me like mission control. now that im an adult man with reading comprehension and a smaller screen with a built in screencapture function im sure i will get just as mad as i did back then.

12/28/2024, I keep accidentally not hydrating enough day-to-day and i still need a shower. gonna go fuckin water mode

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cree-n-jewish-thoughts · 3 days ago

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Like it's just them being racist at this point "the savages all agree, the ones we otherwise don't give a shit about?!"

Can you all just stop, sorry you have not been continuously and systematically genocide still to this day in almost every settler country.

Not all tribes are the same, my tribe supports Jews so smd.

Also, our history is full of more pain and heartache than they could ever know (Palestinians, sorry about it).

We had our own land since the dawn of the continents that were taken from our dead and dying hands.

You all gladly shout "go home" to Jews, but then we yell for you to go home and we get "well...

Uh...

I have no where else to go..."

Oh no you do, where did you come from? Go there?

I was born here so were my ancestors. We lived and farmed this land before your stupid ass Columbus got LOST and decided that we were savages that needed to be civilized. Literally we were given poisoned blankets (biological warfare which gave Native small pox and killed so many people we don't even know because there's no one left to say anything. You stripped us of all our land, our culture, our practices, our PEOPLE.

Put us in residential schools to beat the Native out of us.

Not all native groups agree with Palestine, actually I talk to more pro Israel people on the rez than my place irl.

1. We are not a hive mind, tribes have different leaders with different opinions on the way things are

2. We are less than 4% of the world population, yet the Arab population is booming. We are not the same

3. You did not suffer as much, as long, or as painfully as the colonists wiping out my people.

4. STOP USING US AS A POLITICAL PAWN TO TRY TO WON ARGUMENTS YOU RACISTS

5. If you actually know and cared about us, you'd act like it. Many tribes around NA go without drinking water, we have no right to our ancestors land.

6. Natives are fucking mad and actually hate you all

7. You don't care about us and our cries so stop using us as a "gotcha", we are people with individuality and different opinions.

8. You don't know what kind of land you stuck us on

9. You're shouting stop a genocide while you ignore an actual genocide on your own land. Like you realize your house is built on someone's ancestors land, or maybe a tribe you completely wiped off the map.

10. You would not have survived without the native population, then you went and killed us for our land

11. GO HOME COLONISTS SHITS

12. The Jews are showing an example of DEcolonization which brings up a lot of feels towards you stupid idiots that use us as a pawn.

I AM A FIRST NATIONS PERSON NOT A PAWN FOR YOUR POLITICS

My father's side has lived here for their entire existence (which was probably tens of thousands of years) but YOU have no where to go???

Explain.

Fuck you all who use us like this, as we starve.

Fuck yooooouuuuu

the pro palestine obsession with “armed resistance,” needs to be studied under a microscope.

“there is only one solution, intifada revolution.”

“resistance is justified when people are occupied.”

both of these catchy little chants display a laughable lack of knowledge, but let’s discuss the second one in particular tonight.

the people screaming it truly don’t know:

a. jewish history

b. what occupation or resistance are.

israel is jewish land. it always has been. it’s where judaism and the jewish people come from. it has been conquered and occupied by oppressors—british, arab, turk, persian, babylonian, greek, roman, byzantine—for over 3,000 years. no matter how hard they try, no matter how badly they wish they could make us disappear, the jew hating world cannot erase that history.

as established, jews are a historically colonized and occupied people. so why then is our resistance not justified? because we have better weapons? because of lies that say we are in power?

who has been IN LESS POWER throughout history, around the world, than jews? (no this is not an oppression olympics thing). when we had israel and judea the first time, empires couldn’t leave us alone. after, we have been dragged from our homeland in chains, enslaved in some places and stripped of rights and humanity in most others, raped, mass burnt, genocided, stolen from, attacked, relegated to humiliating professions, not able to own land, corralled like animals into ghettos and the pale and mellahs (the arab version of a ghetto), massacred, treated like scum, slandered, demonized, villainized, terrorized, forced to assimilate over and over and over, systematically murdered, expelled and BANNED for no reason at all except that we live and continue to live. in every generation, they come for us because we have the audacity to exist.

the one thing we wanted, for over 2,000 years of this horror, was to return to our home. if we were in diaspora, we longed for it, we prayed for it, we wished for it, we yearned, and when we could, we returned. if we were IN israel, we suffered for it. we lived as third class not-even-citizens. we endured the crusades and the arab riots.

l’shanah haba’ah b’yerushalayim: next year in jerusalem.

we have never stopped hoping. and now that we have it back, now that it is ours again, now that we offered peace deal after peace deal and gave up parts of our own ancestral land just so people who hate us will leave us be… the world tells us that the continuation of jew hatred, of the nazis and their ancestors, of all of our oppressors, of the horror we have endured around the world for centuries, is ACTUAL resistance?

that, essentially, what was done to us by the romans, the arabs, the turks, the babylonians, the persians, the russians, the syrian greeks, the church, the spanish, the nazis, etc etc etc…was always justified because it was “resisting” us?

because that is what the pro palestinian movement is: resistance against jews and jewish rights. that is what “from the river to the sea palestine will be free,” and its original form “from water to water palestine will be arab,” mean: NO. MORE. JEWS.

and that is what they are talking about when they use the word “resistance”: eradicating jews. aka the goal of every single oppressor we have ever had.

hitler said “my struggle.” before him, his political influences said the same. every time we were massacred, expelled, stripped of rights, “rioted” against, rounded up, the oppressor framed it as a persecuted society fighting back against the evil jews. that WE were a threat that must be purged. a “force” to be resisted.

so that is what these protestors consider liberation today: a world without jews. that is what they support and march and clamor for. that is why they hate zionism, the movement made by jews for jews, that was created to ensure we could finally have agency again. because once more, for the millionth fucking time, we are that “force” that must be resisted.

if not, then why is OUR landback movement, our decolonization called nazism?

why is our self defense lied about and called genocide? why is our own oppression used against us?

why are we constantly painted as the aggressor?

why is our history stolen and our indigeneity denied? why are we told to “go back to europe”?

why do they insist on calling their precious “palestine,” the name COLONIZERS gave to the region?

why is it okay to change the truth when jews are involved?

if not, why is israel called an apartheid colonialist project?

jews, who do not have a history of colonization. who were a vulnerable people, most of our population forcibly displaced and prevented from returning to our land, living at the mercy of people who hated us for centuries. we are oppressing the people who were our oppressors. who conquered our land, built their third holiest site on the RUINS of our holiest? who want us wiped from the earth and driven into the sea? who, after they destroy israel, g-d forbid, want to hunt down jews everywhere?

if the pro palestinian crowd is not “resisting” jews, then why do they target synagogues and jewish businesses?

if not, then why is it that when we promise ourselves and the world “never again,” and ACT TO KEEP THAT PROMISE, we are evil? when we build an army so it will never happen again, so we will never be at the mercy of others again, that army is an “occupation force”?

when we are fired upon and return fire, we are suddenly the ones who fired first? every single time?

when our people are massacred, raped, and stolen, and we respond with force to take out the enemy that has consistently committed crimes against us for decades, that constantly threatens our eradication, we are condemned by the world?

if not, why is our side never once acknowledged? why are they so afraid of what we have to say and what we can do? of what we represent: jews they can’t step on anymore?

every lie about us is believed fully without question or second thought, simply because the right words were used, the right buttons pushed. it’s almost like everything we do is considered heinous and unjustifiable…except setting down our weapons and dying.

the world hates a strong jew, a jew who won’t give in. a jew who actually and truly resists. that is why zionism is so hated. that is why israel is the villain. that is why we have always been considered a threat, because no matter what they threw at us, we wouldn’t give up.

(that is why antizionist jews exist, btw. as a response to thousands of years of oppression, they have lain down their weapons and spiritually died for the world, at their convenience, in the hope that for once, they won’t be hurt or killed. they have given up and surrendered and turned their backs on their own people for the illusion of safety. how sad is that? how tragic? that safety simply does not exist.)

anyway, if the anti israel crowd WASN’T resisting jews and jewish rights, they wouldn’t have to manipulate the narrative, demonize the jewish land back movement, coopt and erase our history, deny our ties to the land, support the people who want us eradicated, and/or fear the truth. in fact, they wouldn’t hate israel at all.

basically: they wouldn’t find any way they could to justify a world without jews, even if they have to delude themselves to do it.

yes, assholes, “zionist,” means jew no matter how many christian zionists exist in the world. it always has.

so no, not a single person chanting that horseshit knows what occupation or resistance is, and it’s likely they never will.

oh and also, pointing out the jew hate behind the palestinian and pro palestinian movements is not hating palestinians, aka arabs. ✌️

#jumblr #antisemitism #first nations person #native person #jewish person #my dads side has lived here for their entire existence but YOU have no where to go?

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