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dental1234 · 7 days

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Leading App Development Company in Kakinada: Crafting Innovative Solutions

In the bustling digital landscape of Kakinada, MakersMind emerges as the beacon of innovation and excellence in app development. With a relentless focus on crafting innovative solutions, MakersMind has established itself as the go-to destination for businesses seeking to harness the power of mobile technology. Through a combination of cutting-edge technology, creative prowess, and a deep understanding of client needs, MakersMind stands out as the premier choice for app development in Kakinada.

Application development company in Kakinada

As an application development company in Kakinada, MakersMind boasts a track record of delivering unparalleled results to its clients. From concept to execution, the team at MakersMind works closely with businesses to understand their objectives, identify opportunities, and develop customized solutions that drive tangible results. With a commitment to excellence and a passion for innovation, MakersMind consistently exceeds expectations, helping businesses thrive in the competitive digital landscape of Kakinada.

App development company in Kakinada

As an app development company in Kakinada, MakersMind has earned a reputation for excellence and reliability. Leveraging the latest tools and technologies, the team at MakersMind specializes in creating user-centric, feature-rich mobile applications that captivate audiences and drive engagement. Whether it's iOS, Android, or cross-platform development, MakersMind has the expertise and experience to bring ideas to life in the form of sleek, intuitive mobile experiences. With a focus on quality, functionality, and user experience, MakersMind sets the standard for app development excellence in Kakinada and beyond.

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freesomebodybyluna · 10 months

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today has been so evil so far if you go to sbux today you're going to hell

#for like 2 hrs straight i was up to my neck is mobile/cafe/delivery orders & everyone was up to their neck in their positions too #and at one pt our shift was on lunch so it was only 3 of us on the floor & bc my coworker was so swamped with food & front orders #the drip coffee wasnt being brewed & so i had to brew asap for a lady who had been waiting for a mobile order for a while #and so i was trying to do that asap and got the grinds in the filter at one pt so i had to regrind #and my coworker doing drive drinks was like 'whos doing cafe?? youre supposed to be on cafe???'#and im like first of all I'm technically only customer support but ive been planted at this station helping YOU out #which i did say all of that but ne ways shes all like '(our shift) told me you were on cafe I'm gonna have to talk to her about that' and i #was like dude im doing cafe but i had to rebrew our drip bc we're out of all of them!!! like listen to me!!!! and shes like im not mad at #blah blah like idgaf if you are im fucking clarifying the situation for you so you can shut the fuck up & let me do what i need to do i #fucking know ppl are waiting on their cafe orders that's literally what im working on if you just got youre fucking head out of your ass #you're pissing me off!!! i already hate working with your ass and you're making it worse #and whenever shed catch a break shed have the audacity to ask if i needed help seeing that i literally had a shit ton of #tickets on my machine like just fucking help me #or at least get some fucking ice or something stop repeatedly asking me & use your eyes #luckily the shift got back eventually & restocked stuff & just as i finally caught up it was my lunch time like......#fuck my stupid baka life as if yesterday afternoon with my whole car issue wasnt enough #also go to hell if you stand at the pick up station breathing down my neck for your order & cont to triple check drinks that are very #obviously not yours if the name is anything to go by!!!!#dl

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gender-euphowrya · 1 year

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still KILLS me how US stores make their cashiers stand up all day like wtf get these folks some fucking chairs

#''oh but if they're sitting down it looks like they're not working to the customers'' BULLSHIT #they're CASHIERS. their job doesn't require them standing up!!! it's not like they move around!!!!!#they're in their little booth in front of their machine this isn't a job that requires. like. physical mobility.#GET THEM A CHAIR #this makes as little sense as if you didn't give office workers chairs because standing up = looks more productive #girl for OFFICE WORK ???#girl for SCANNING ITEMS ????#y'all should sue big time

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talkingattumble · 8 months

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Hi guys! Here’s some advice from a cane user on how to spot a fake cane user/disability faker!

YOU CANT

You can not spot a “fake disabled” cane user. You can not know if someone’s “really disabled”, much less by just looking at them. Here are some common misconceptions.

“Cane users always need their canes. If they walk without it or put it away when it’s inconvenient, they’re faking”: WRONG! Many cane users are what we call “ambulatory” cane users. This means they don’t always need their canes to walk. I’m an ambulatory cane user, and I experience really horrible leg pain on the daily. However, I don’t always use my cane, and when I don’t need to walk or stand a lot in a certain place I don’t use it. And when I do use it, I may lift it off the ground or carry it in places that are sandy, gravelly, or otherwise hinder my cane.

“Cane users walk abnormally without their canes, someone who walks normally without their cane is faking”: WRONG! Many ambulatory cane users can walk in a way that seems “normal”. This doesn’t mean they’re not in pain, or not “really disabled”. This just means that their condition doesn’t cause a noticeable difference in walking, and likely manifests in a different way.

“Cane users always need their cane, someone who doesn’t use their cane at home is faking”: WRONG! Cane users may not use their canes at home, because at home they may be able to do things like sit down wherever and whenever, regain more spoons, and use other mobility aids. Additionally, some ambulatory cane users only need or use their canes when they are doing something physically taxing, like going on a hike or standing in a long line.

“My cane user friend told me this person looks like they’re faking, so it must be true”: WRONG! Being a cane user doesn’t immediately make you an expert on all different conditions and experiences. Your friend does not know the random cane user walking down the street, they are going off looks and stereotypes. Disabled people are not immune to being ableist.

“They enjoy their cane too much/they’re too happy/they decorate their cane, so they can’t actually be in enough pain to need a cane” WRONG! We’re people like everyone else, and we experience positive emotions too, even if we go through a lot of pain. To me, customizing my cane is like getting a tattoo or putting streaks in my hair, it’s a way of self expression. And we deserve to be able to talk openly about our full experience, which include the parts we’re neutral or happy about.

“They’re one of those cringey teenagers who name themselves arson and like dsmp, so they’re probably faking” WRONG! Do I even have to explain why saying someone isn’t disabled because of their name and interests is messed up and also stupid? Or did you already know that and just wanted to make fun of a disabled teenager?

“They’re too young to be using a cane, so they must be faking” WRONG! there are lots of disabilities or injuries that can cause young people to need a mobility aid. For example, I use a cane for my fibromyalgia.

“They only use it in private places, and never in places where people recognize them, so they must be faking” WRONG! In a world where anyone can just randomly take out their phone, take a picture of a cane user, and post them online to be made fun of, it can be stressful to use a cane in public areas. Also, they may not want people to ask questions, or they may feel embarrassed about it.

“I saw them switch hands, so they must be faking” WRONG! There are different reasons a cane used might do this, but I’m going to use my experience as an example. My fibromyalgia is not consistent. Sometimes one leg hurts more then the other. But as I said, fibromyalgia is inconsistent, and sometimes my other leg will start to hurt more or need more support, which is when I switch hands. And when both my legs hurt equally, I may switch my hand if it’s getting too sore.

“They told me they feel like they’re faking when they use their cane, doesn’t that mean they don’t really need it?” WRONG! Imposter syndrome is strong in a lot of disabled people, especially when for a lot of our lives we were told by doctors that we were fine and just being dramatic. Anxiety is also comorbid with a lot of physically disabilities, which only strengthens this. To add to this, something that I’ve felt and seen other disabled people talk about it, when their disability aid lessens the pain, they start thinking “well I’m not in that much pain so I don’t really need it” even though the reason they’re not in that much pain is because of the aid. I know it seems dumb, but imposter syndrome can be that strong and affects disabled people a lot.

“They don’t have a diagnosis, so they must be faking” WRONG! First of all, diagnoses are expensive. On their own they’re often already expensive, but counting the tons of tests you have to take to confirm the diagnosis? Absolutely ludicrous. Some may also choose not to get a diagnosis, so that they don’t have to deal with the prejudice and setbacks of being diagnosed. Also, some people use a cane for injuries, and for stress or fatigue related pains.

These are only a few of the things I commonly hear from fakeclaimers, and I wanted to just put out a reminder that fakeclaiming hurts the disabled community much, much more than it does ableists. Next time you see someone with a cane switch hands, or someone with a wheelchair stand up, or someone with crutches put them down, before you immediately call them out to a friend, take a picture, or write a post: does your fakeclaim rely on stereotypes? Are your reasons things that apply to ambulatory aid users?

If so, just stop. Be mindful. Please.

#fuck fakeclaimers #fakeclaiming cw #anti fakeclaiming #disability #cane user #mobility aid #ableism mention #fibromyalgia #mobility aid user

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blueparadis · 7 months

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╰┈➤ ATLAS✦ DILUC RAGNVINDR.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ Wearing a bunny outfit was indeed a good idea to attract customers but little did you know, it would attract the attention of the owner of Dawn Winery.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ bar tender!fem!reader x diluc rangnvindr, explicit smut, piv sex, semi-public, unprotected, cunnilingus, s/d dynamics, soft-dom!diluc, mentioned aftercare. 1,4k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

“What a pleasant surprise is this” The familiar deep voice puts a cease to your merry humming. You turn around facing none other than the owner of Dawn Winery, Diluc Raghvinder, your master. Has he been waiting here? Alone? In the dark?

You try to brush him off by stacking the bottles from the crate one by one, carefully and slowly so as not to break any of them. “I had to get more customers somehow,” your tart reply makes him walk towards the door and press the knob to close it. He is standing right beside the door. If you were to go out of the wine cellar, you have to solely depend on your luck and so far it has not been shining on you lately.

“I’m not done talking,” He scoops you against his body as his voice echoes in the room.

“Well, it can wait, can't it, master Diluc? The bar is overflowing with customers by Archon’s grace and I need to be on my way to serve them.”You struggle in his grasp as you speak, trying to get out of his arms that caged you the more you tried to retaliate against his touches. This is not the first time he has been sneaky, actually, he has a history. You have gotten used to it somehow. You would have let him turn the wheel like he usually does but not right now.

“Wait. Wait.” With a low husky voice, a huff in between he speaks again. This time softer, “I— I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn't have snapped at you the other day, when I said you weren't doing your job right enough.” His breath fanned against your ears as he slid his nose all over your upper chest, at the exposed area, and having his arms locked around your stomach was not helping either.

“Let me go—I've got work to do.” You still protect, try to deflect his soft, slow, and steady touches. It always starts like this but ends up with him sinking his teeth onto your skin, marking you his, reminding you of him wherever you try to go, however far you try to run.

“Don’t,” Diluc muttered, undoing the strings of the first hook. You could feel your boobs relax, chest muscles free of tension and pressure. “You have done enough,” Turning you towards him to face his body, he slipped his fingers along your inner thigh at the lining of your dress playing with it. He must add that the stockings added a great flavor to your dress, not to mention to your alluring aura and how you carried yourself around the elites, guests, regulars, and normal customers but it is a hindrance now. “You have done enough my sweet bunny.” He repeated with a honey-dewed tone before tearing the stockings, running and sliding his hands up and down your thighs. His touches are not gentle anymore. It is rough and intense.

“Wait— Sir Diluc,” You moan as his tongue travels along the column of your throat followed by his soft lips placing open-mouthed kisses. Diluc does not provide you another chance to talk, to resist rather you are lost in his crimson gaze as he pulls the string at your back undoing most of it, at least to have a good look on your nipples.

“Your nipples are hard.” He exclaims looking at them, insatiably making you push his chest but he is bigger than you, stronger than you. Even if your hands are mobile and free, there is nothing much you can do. It is adorable that you are still resisting. “Tell me bunny, did it turn you on walking around like this among those customers?” He leans towards your face whispering, “Or does the thought of making me hard during work turn you on?”

Holding both of your palms in one fistful grab he arches his hips against your waist letting you feel his boner. If his hungry gaze did not make you wet while you were serving drinks at the bar, feeling his hard-on sure did. Diluc actually gave you time to answer yet it led to nothing but another disappointment. His patience was running out of time. You were like a rabbit in his trap and he could not just wait to devour you, have his way with you.

“Ya’know it is rude not to answer, especially your master.” He says with a brooding look on his face. His voice is steady, nothing mere of annoyance can be pointed in his way of talking either but the way he keeps his eyes on you tells everything.

“nei—neither.”

“Sorry. What was that?” Now he is just playing with his food. “Couldn't hear you properly. Come again?” He paused, looking at your hands that rested perfectly on his chest. “Or I should just check it by myself,” Before those words could register in your brain, he swiftly turned you around, pushing you onto the table.

“Wai-wai-wait-wait” you blabber but it is too late. You could feel his hands over your ass cheeks, caressing roughly and now your red bunny outfit was in tatters. Your face laid hot against the glass of the wooden table as your master crouched down. Taking a good look he exclaimed, “what a pretty little liar.”

His fingers are now teasing your wet clit, exploring and rubbing them. “What a fat pussy you have,” he says before lapping his tongue from the base to up your buttocks. An elongated groan escaped his mouth along the strain in his trousers growing more and harder to bear.

“Ahh! Sir Diluc, please . . . more.” A stifling moan finally escaped your lips. Diluc spread apart your pussy lips apart and started to suck and lick alternatively with so much zeal, as if he was given the an opportunity to taste the finest wine in Mondsndat.

The squelching and sucking noises were getting louder and louder while your body was slowly giving in, submitting to his urges. Your mind might be heavy on how unethical it is to have a physical relationship with your boss, but there is no way your body can deny him now. He has become your need, your saviour.

“Sir Diluc . . . Sir . . .Diluc. . . Diluc.”

There was no response other than the wet noises that Diluc elucidated with his mouth at service. But seeing you all fidgeting and restless, your arms stretching to reach your clit, legs quivering and growing apart further he finally stood up. Unzipping his pants, springing free his cock out his trousers he grabbed your hips.

“I’m putting it in,” He said but rather delayed it by smearing the cockhead with your juices. A jolt full of shivers ran through your nerves, skin coating with goosebumps before he pushed his cock to the tip in one full strong stroke. He was not joking when he warned you. Another prolonged groan before Diluc started to snap his hips against yours — deep and rough, calculated and hard; each stroke hit your sweet spot with so much precision that you had to cover your mouth from moaning loudly.

With your shame coagulated at the core of your throat, Diluc rasped, “This is my house. My property.”He hovered above you, kissing your shoulders, and said, “Tell me, darling, who exactly do you fear ?” And a harsh slap landed on your ass eliciting a shrill moan from you. His strokes are getting more erratic now. “Keep those pretty moans coming. Think you can do that for me?” he coaxed as he pulled you up holding you against his body, close to his chest.

“Yes. ’course. Sir Diluc.” You reply with vision blurred, the red bunny outfit layered at your belly button and the bottom part was in ruins. Diluc could not help but be impressed at your obedience. “Good Girl.” he praises “My good girl.” As he grabs your tits before hammering his cock into your hole again, panting and moaning; singing along with you in the same melody.

Your nostrils could no longer smell the sweet aroma of the wines, rather the smell of sweat mixed with expensive cologne hit your nostrils. With a few longer and broad strokes he cums, and finishes inside you. His hands let go of the harsh hold on to your body but clasp around you with his cock still inside you, as both of you come down from high.

You finally reciprocate his touches as you hold his palms, and interlace your fingers with his. As you kiss his hand, he murmurs, “Didn't know scolding you would make you wear a bunny outfit.”

You tilted your face to see him. With a smirk you reply,“didn’t know wearing red would do the trick.” with a wink.

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printbrix · 21 days

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printing services in Noida

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a-little-revolution · 2 months

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Hiya! I'm writing a character with dwarfism (achondroplasia specifically) and I had a quick question. She's a minor background character but I wanted her to still be represented properly and accurately. I'd like for her to be a baker and this is in a medieval fantasy setting.

What are things I should keep in mind as she works in a kitchen? My main concern is the best way for her to get around the kitchen, like going from one counter to the next.

I also want to make sure I don't have her doing any tasks that would hurt her, or show her doing things that would be impossible to do (like bending a certain way).

Would things like kneading dough, mixing ingredients, etc. cause any issues with pain? Obviously it depends on the person but I just wanted to check since most things I see online mention pain in the spine and legs, and reduced joint mobility.

I imagine it would be hard for her to stand for long periods, would a specific type of chair or back brace help? Are there any specific models of chairs you know/like that I can use as a reference for drawing her chair?

Hello!! I'm very passionate about this question as I myself am a baker with dwarfism!! I went to college for it and worked for a while, but most bakeries don't want disabled folks in the kitchen - so my career has changed to customer service while I sort out what I want to do (likely tattooing or something artsy).

Here's some things that would make the kitchen more accessible to your character with dwarfism:

Lower counters, or platforms/stools throughout so she can access her work space

Sinks with long handles (possibly an attachment) for easy reaching. Keep in mind that most LP have a shorter reach as well as height, so long counters and deep sinks can pose an obstacle.

Smaller tools to account for her hand size - stainless steel bowls that are lightweight and easy to carry

Yes, kneading and mixing could cause pain if she has arthritis, which many little people do - she may choose to wear a wrist brace, use a stand mixer, or take frequent brakes

Her apron will be long on her, so she'll likely hike it up at the waist when she ties it

Seating areas, such as near the stove when brakes are available, is something I find I need, but she may or may not depending on her capabilities and leg pain. Her chair would have short legs and a shallow seat with good back support.

She may choose to have other people carry hot pots of water or spill able things to the sink, as getting off and on a stool/platform with such things are a safety risk. She'll likely carry thing like that on her hip.

When I was in baking school I bought a lot of my own tools - smaller and lighter rolling pins, grips for lids, wooden tongs to reach things and turn on elements, etc.

I hope this helps! - E

#asks #accesibility #dwarfism #dwarfism in writing #little people #disability

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monarchberrysblog · 2 months

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'𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤' 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 (𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔢)

Summary: “…I’m in love with you.”

Content Warning: sweet, wholesomeness, a little bit of mutual pinning, idiots in love but they finally admit it 😦

Word Count: 2.2k words

Author’s Notes: This is the finale of ‘waiting’ for you! I was not expecting to see many of you guys tune in, and thank you for the support; it means a lot to me as a small indie author here on this platform. Once again, thank you for your love and support! (If you see errors, no, you didn't—)

Standing at the hostess stand with the restaurant door in front of you has become a familiar sight over time. Seeing the brown carpet and warm lights was a sight your eyes bore to. It's been repetitive, but you didn't mind. As long as things don't happen out of the ordinary, it's okay. Everything from the outside may show two women next to each other having small talk is normal, but the context of it says otherwise.

“Yeah, I see what's going on here…” Jess jokingly announces to you. “Oh, what are you talking about?” You dodge her statement by providing a rhetorical question you desperately didn't want to know her comment to. “Hey, I'm a grown woman, married and about to have a child. I can smell the tension and chemistry from here.”

“Okay, but we don't know if Miguel handed me the umbrella a couple of days ago.” You added on.

“You say you don't know if Miguel lent you the umbrella, but why did you bring it into the restaurant and leave it leaning against the doors?” Jess inquires. You rolled your eyes and neatly stacked the menus next to you. “You know what I think?” She continues. You let out a long sigh and prepared to hear Jess’ investigative skills on the table. “I think that you know that it was Miguel who lent you that umbrella.”

“Nah, you think?” You hear the sarcasm in your voice before you turn your body away from her in response. “Do you like him?” She challenges.

“No, Jess.” You grumble, looking over your shoulder just to look at her for a moment.

A little smirk formed on her lips as she noticed you peel over to her. “Admit it; you like Miguel, don't you?” She mocked, waiting for a response. You turned away and huffed. “I don't know what you're talking about.” You mumbled, barely loud enough for even yourself to hear.

The sudden appearance of the restaurant's bartender hopping out of nowhere was enough to make you cringe. “You said otherwise on text last night while you were three drinks in.” Lyla jumped into the space, showing her pink iPhone to Jess, causing you to tackle the shorter, petite woman nearly. “No!” You huffed, wanting to grab the mobile device from her. The phone was no longer in her hands but in Jess's hands. “Very interesting…” She mumbled, scrolling through the drunken messages you and Lyla shared the previous night before, reading them.

The slight frown on Jessica’s lips soon evolved into a shit-eating grin. “Oh, this is too good…” Jess snickered, scrolling through the messages. “Jess, give it over…” You demanded, walking over to her. “Oh hell no, this is just a chef’s kiss to the recipe of ‘I told you.’ Jess laughed out loud, handing the pink iPhone back to Lyla. “Thanks for sharing, Lyla.” Lyla gave you a grin and left the area back to the restaurant‘s bar.

You covered your face with the menus, slowly sliding them down to reveal the burning look on your face. Silence filled the space before you fixed your hair and looked at an odd corner. “So, you do like him.” She muses.

You sigh and see a couple of hungry customers enter the restaurant. “Interpret it as you will.” You huff before you grasp the restaurant's menus and usher the guests to a clean table.

It was the thirtieth-anniversary opening of the restaurant, which means that the restaurant would close early for the employees to celebrate amongst each other and have a poor excuse to get free food and beverages. This night was no exception.

“I'm not drinking that, Lyla.” Miguel huffed to the bartender. “Oh, come on! This soda tastes amazing!” Lyla held the ocean-like teal color soda to Miguel, insisting he take a sip. “This looks like this would send me to a coma!” He groans in disgust. “But it's a Baja Blast!”

“I would never put that in my system even if it was the last drink on this planet.”

Lyla shrugs and sips on the drink. “Suit yourself.”

The cool spring breeze accompanies the silence on the rooftop of the restaurant. The city's skyscrapers brightly shined, giving any on-looker a sight to see. “I didn't expect to see you up here.” Miguel greets you, soon sitting on one of the garden chairs next to you. “I don't do well in loud, crowded spaces.” You shrug, taking a sip of water from your bottle.

He nods and leans back a bit on the iron garden chair. He glances back to the garden bed momentarily and nods, deciding to initiate conversation. (In the worst way possible.)

“You know, six years ago, a year before you came in, we used to have a garden up here on this very rooftop.” You turned back and saw the now-empty garden bed lacking the green veggies, let alone a single sprout.

“What happened to it?” You ask, soon turning back to look at the bright scenery before you two. “Since Alex came in, he wanted us to bargain for our ingredients rather than grow them. Too expensive, he says.”

“Isn't bargaining with food suppliers more expensive than buying a bag of mulch?” You questioned, glancing back at the empty garden boxes that once contained fresh, healthy veggies ready to be grown.

“To him, the garden was a waste of time due to a lack of produce during the winter.”

“Ah.”

Silence filled the space between the two of you, only allowing lowly sirens of police cruisers on the streets to fill the giant, awkward silence. “Why is it hard to talk to this man? But enough! Maybe it's time to actually talk…”

“So—” The two of you spoke at the same time before you two started to stack on each other sentences like a tower of Jenga. “Sorry, go ahead.” You laughed awkwardly, soon tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, you've heard enough of me; what did you want to say?” Miguel dismissed his words, waiting for you to speak. You nod and soon take a deep breath.

“Well, we’ve been working together for a couple of years now, and I realized,” You look over to him and lean back on your seat. “I'm always at the front, and you're always in the kitchen, and we rarely see each other—I mean...” You pause for a moment and decide to spill it. “…This will sound weird, but it feels like I've known you forever.”

Miguel raises a brow before a lowly chuckle fills y'alls bubble. “Yeah?” Miguel chuckled before turning to look at you, locking eye contact. “Name one thing about me that you know about me.”

You think for a moment before you recall an odd detail. “I know that you have an orange cat named Lyla.” You announce confidently with a little smirk on your face. “C’mon, almost everyone in this restaurant knows that.” Miguel retorts, remembering his little friend back at his apartment.

“Okay, but tell me why you named the cat that? Is it because of Lyla, our bartender?” Miguel let out a sigh at the question and then nodded. “Yeah, because the orange cat is similar to her, wild and energetic. Let me show you.” He then pulls his phone out and scrolls around for a bit before he pauses and shows the screen to you.

The phone presented a video of the marmalade cat zooming around his bedroom, jumping on his nightstand, bed, and desk, presumably in the early morning hours. “Lyla, ya parale con tus joderás…” You can hear Miguel’s raspy voice through the phone’s speaker. The cat in the video only responded with multiple chirps and continued to zoom around, knocking Miguel’s desk lamp and creating a loud crash. The lamp breaking earns a low groan from Miguel in the video.

The video ended, causing you to laugh at the active animal. “I can see why you named the cat after Lyla. Very similar when it comes to sudden bursts of energy.”

The man only groaned in annoyance, not to you but to the feline he has as a pet. “She is always knocking stuff down and scratching things up. It's her favorite pastime while I'm here at work.”

You shake your head while smiling at the cat’s antics. “Well, that's one more thing you know about me.” Miguel shrugs, resting his arm on the garden table near yours. You could almost feel his pinky against yours. One sudden shove and you would be resting your hand on his.

I want to know more…

“What about you?” The question returned you to reality, snapping your focus into the conversation. “What about me?” You laughed nervously. “Other than talking to me, you seem to be the type to come in and do your job.” You felt yourself cringe at his words as it wasn't far from the truth.

“Yeah, I mean—it's not every day that an old man throws soup at you or a lady complains about blood in her steak when she ordered a rare steak.” You grumble, soon moving your hand away from the table to massage your temples, recalling an unwanted event.

“Like today, a lady wanted warm water to ‘sanitize’ her utensils.” You can see the look of troubled cross Miguel’s face. “Sanitize?” Miguel nearly laughed at the claim. “Does she know that we have a dishwasher we pay?” You shake your head at the question and groan. “No, apparently, because Health Codes don't exist in her world.”

“Did she do the same thing with her cup of water?” Miguel laughed in a troubled manner, hardly believing the interaction. “No, and then I told her: You do realize that the water has to be 145°F and the utensils have to be marinated for five to ten minutes?”

“And what did she say?” Miguel chuckled out. “She stayed quiet.” You chuckled, remembering the disbelief look on the customer.

“Well, you know people say ignorance is bliss,” Miguel added, soon taking a deep breath from his chuckle.

“I wish I was that happy about life.” You moved your hand away from your temple and rested it on the garden table. But it wasn't the garden table; it was his arm. You moved your hand away immediately and kept your hands to yourself.

“Sorry.” You sighed and got up from your seat. “Im going downstairs to get a drink, is there something you want?”

It got quiet again, and it was going so well. Why did you have to ruin it!!

“Hey,” He paused momentarily, stopping your footsteps. A pregnant pause filled the bubble between you two as Miguel deeply inhaled, creating a sharp sound between his teeth. “I’m in love with you.”

“…what?”

“I’ve been in love with you. Ever since you became a hostess.” You nod, a bit troubled at the confession. “It’s constantly with you, and it will continue to stay that way.”

Your little heart fluttered while your stomach dropped in excitement. Seems as if the feelings were mutual. Instead, you kept quiet and kept your response silent and to yourself.

“But will getting to know each other make things better?”

Silence hung the environment with ease. He got up from his seat and stood before you, locking his eyes on yours.

Nothing comes to mind, leaving you frozen. Nothing at all. It felt as if Miguel sucked the words out of you. “I—” You began, but Miguel placed his finger against your lips, pausing your words.

“You don't have to say anything if you don't feel the same way. We rarely speak, but I wanted you to know and get to know you better.”

He moved his finger away and waited for you to say something—even a single peep from you. “Say something, please…” He pleads softly, a tone you always hear whenever you speak to him, contrasting what your coworkers always hear.

“Miguel, I—” You felt a soft, plush sensation against your lips. The sensation of his arms pulling you close to a warm embrace while his lips sewed onto yours. The kiss tasted sweet, like the desserts he often snuck to you under Alex’s nose. The warmth from his hands against your upper back is enough to make you melt, leaning into him.

After a brief moment, he pulled away and fixed your hair for you, being gentle with his touch and motions. He looked down and saw the look in your eyes, little hearts in them, accompanying admiration.

You clicked your tongue before you took a deep breath. “…I like you too.”

“I would like to know you better, too.”

A small sigh of relief leaves Migurl before he gently grabs your hand. “That's all I needed to hear.”

SEVERAL YEARS LATER

(You can read it if you like—)

The lively, lightfall footsteps of a child filled Miguel’s home floor in Brooklyn. The footfalls soon entered the kitchen with lively brown eyes looking up at Miguel with admiration. “Papí!” The toddler yelled out, running to him at full speed and embracing him tightly. “Ay, Gabriella…”

He stopped chopping the vegetables, placing the knife down, and lifted the toddler.

“Did you sleep well?” He soon planted a forehead kiss on the tiny girl. “Yes! Can you make cheese omelets, papí?”

Miguel chuckled before he glanced at the chopped veggies on the cutting board. “Yes, mija, but you need your veggies, too. Especially onions and bell peppers.” The toddler expressed a “blerg” in response, looking down at the chopped onions and tomatoes. She leaned down, grabbed a small fistful of diced ham, and began to snack on it.

“Why is mommy crying more?” The toddler asked, looking up at her father while eating the uncooked deli meat. “Well, it's because she's carrying your little brother, Samuel, and she's been more tired recently.” The toddler pouts her lips for a moment and nods. She finishes eating her ‘snack’ and thinks momentarily before her eyes shine in excitement.

“Can we make mommy a cheese omelet to make her feel better?”

“Claro que sí, hija.”

While the father and daughter interacted in the kitchen, a marmalade cat strolled past the two to the door. As always, the cat looked up at the umbrella bucket, now seeing two umbrellas in the long container.

Translations:

ya parale con tus joderás (stop with your bullshit.)

(If I missed any, let me know)

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yellowjestertfs · 3 months

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The Billionaires secret

“Hi there. Find what what you were looking for?” I ask in my customary upbeat yet soul-dead customer service voice.

“I think so. Going to give this one a try.” She says handing me a copy of a book called The Billionaire’s Secret from the romance section. I can see why she picked it, on the cover a man in a suit lay on a bed with the buttons of his dress shirt undone showing off his impressive six-pack and strong hairless chest. Brownish red eyes smolder seductively outwards from a masculine face. High cheekbones, soft lips, and a wide square jaw adorned with black stubble that connects to a short-styled head of black hair.

“I’m Bridget by the way,” she says, obviously a bit embarrassed to see me eying up the cover. “Oh, and this is Dan.” She says gesturing at the man standing a few paces away, engrossed by some mobile game on his phone.

“Nice to meet you, Bridget.” I scan the book. “That will be $17,” I say.

She glances over at Dan, he doesn't seem to notice so she retrieves her credit card from her purse and taps it against the machine. “I don’t know why I expected him to offer.” She tells me in a conspiratorial whisper “He’s broke. I mean not that it matters to me, but it would just be nice to date a wealthy man or one who at least pays attention to me.”

Customers often confided in me. I wish I could say it is because of my open honest face or charismatic demeanor but it probably had more to do with a book I once ate about a bartender people told all their secrets to.

I look around. There are a few consumers browsing the book shelves and my manager is sitting at his desk in the back, no one close enough to notice. Bridget seems sweet, too sweet to be with a man like Dan. Poor girl just wants to escape with some fiction, so why not indulge her a little.

“Did you get a chance to check out our books on sale?” I ask Bridget diverting her attention away. She looks over at the shelf I pointed at giving me enough time to crack my knuckles, take a deep breath, and begin.

I place my hands over the cover of the book and it springs open, the pages start to turn themselves slow at first then speed up. Words start to flow from the book as the pages flip past. The letters lift from the page like a sticker being peeled, floating into the air to spin around me. They form a cyclone of black ink as the pages that flip by are left blank.

I feel the lines as they flow off the paper. The first line reads. “Kustav tower is 400 stories tall, rumor has it, it’s smaller than Dane Kustav’s dick.”

I directed the words towards Bridget’s boyfriend. The ink splashes into him, absorbing into his gray hoodie but leaving no mark. None except for the fact that his basketball shorts start to thrash like a wild animal is trapped inside. Dan didn't look up from his phone even as his dick doubled and then tripled in size to match the one described in the book Billionaires Secrets.

I tried to be sparing with my abilities. Fiction is great so long as it stays fiction, otherwise you have evil robots or sparkly vampires running around. Still, every once in a while my heroic urges will take over and I am called to help someone with my power to bring words to life. Bridget is one of those people.

More words flowed off the page. “Dane Kustav is well dressed at all times. One would be hard-pressed to ever see Dane not in a suit. If one did see him without a suit, it would be in the bedroom where they would be very, very hard pressed indeed.”

The words spin around me once then drift over to Dan again on an invisible wind. This time his clothes were affected by the words. His grey hoodie which he wore with the hood up, melted off his body, the threads unwinding then rebinding themselves into a far higher quality dress shirt and black jacket complete with a blue tie. His shorts became black dress pants and his sneakers a pair of brown loafers. The outline of his much larger dick was clear in his new tighter pants. A few seconds passed with no changes then, slowly his tie undid itself and each of the buttons on his dress shirt opened so that he was sporting a matching look to that of the man on the cover of the book. Unlike the cover, however, Dan lacked the chiseled face or body to pull off the open shirt. His slight gut and saggy, hairy chest made the outfit look awkward rather than sexy.

Bridget looked up from the sale rack and glanced at her half-nude boyfriend with a chagrined glance. In her mind, he was always dressed in the finest clothes even if he still acted like a man-child.

“Dane Kustav towered over everyone be that in stature or in business.”

I directed the words into him. Dan shot upwards, his modest 5’10” frame becoming a proud 6’3”, clothes growing to match. And though it wasn’t visible Dan’s head was also filled with business smarts he had lacked before. The game on his phone shifted from Fruit Ninja to Hey Day.

The pages continue to flip, their words leaving the page to float in the air under my command.

“Dane Kustav's muscles were like that of a brass statue, smooth, hard, and golden. Each curve could only have been sculpted by the hands of an artist for nature could never make anybody so perfect.”

I look over at Dan’s soft pudgy body. Not the words I would use to describe him, at least not yet. I float the sentence to him.

Instantly Dan’s belly flattens. One by one his abs pop into being as if pushed out from the inside like one of those pop-it toys. His man boobs visibly transmute from fat to muscle, perking up and then growing into a strong chest like that of the man on the cover of the book. Inside the sleeves of his dress shirt, his arms thicken into a pair of round vascular biceps while his legs below do the same. A tan, like oil spreading over water seeps across his body until his exposed muscles really looked like sculpture bronze turned to life. The few hairs that had looked sloppy before now lent his body a rugged masculinity.

Bridget looks at her boyfriend with a new lust. Her hands start to roam his abs and chest but Dan, still on his phone, only bats them away.

Man-child indeed, a man in the body, a child in the face and the personality. I divert my attention back to the flipping pages looking for words I could use to fix that. The book is reaching the end, and the main character, assistant to the billionaire, has finally seduced her boss in a very steamy scene. High-class writing it is not, but at least it gives me plenty to work with.

“I ran my hand down his sharp square jaw.”

I throw the words at him. The shape of his face shifts to be more masculine.

“He looked at me through squinted sexy amber eyes.”

His eyes shift from a pale blue to an amber so rich it almost looked red. He finally looks up from his phone and deep into Bridget's eyes. She returns the stare with a smile.

“He brought my hand up to his cheek, I felt each bristle of his short sharp stubble.”

Dan moves Bridget's fingers up to his face which is now covered in a sexy two days' worth of growth.

“Then he kissed me with his soft sensual lips hard enough to make me weak in the knees.”

The words flow off the page and into him. His lips grow pillowy and pink and interlocked with Bridget’s. He wraps his muscular arms around her, keeping her steady as she collapses into him.

“I warp my fingers into his jet-black quaffed hair as I prepare for him to take me.”

His hair gains a stylish cut and is dark as pitch, body hair and stubble do the same. Bridget greedily runs her hand through his new dark dew.

“He smelled like sports deodorant, woody cologne, and sex. I wanted nothing more than this man to take me.”

The bookstore fills with his scent. I am surprised to find myself turned on by the whole thing. I have reached the end of the book, the final page.

“It was then that I learned the billionaire's secret.”

This was the good stuff. I leech the words off the page and send them to Dan, or rather now, Dane.

“His secret wasn’t that he was hot, or rich, or could make any girl swoon.”

Their kiss intensifies. Dane started to undo Bridget's blouse.

“No, the billionaire's secret was.”

Suddenly Dane pulls away.

“The billionaire was gay.”

“Sorry Bridget,” Dane says taking a few steps back and looking at her with sudden realization. “I don’t think I can do this.”

His eyes wander over to lock onto mine, rich amber orbs seeming to really take me in. He winks. “You thought, I think that could work. What are you doing after this?” He asks smoothly “Want to go get coffee in Paris on my jet? My treat.”

#male tf #male transformation #musclegrowth #straight to gay #tf

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pigeonpeach · 2 months

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I’ve Loved You From the Start

Chiori x oni fem reader

Cw: nudity, Fem reader, reader is big bodied. Pinning, fluff with some suggestive themes

“You don’t like it?” You said surprised. The kimono your friend had seemingly slaved over was truly magnificent to you. The beautiful patterns matched well with your horns. It covered every inch of skin yet allowed you full mobility. It was a boost of confidence to you, for your size was rarely provided in stores. Your weight was healthy for your kind, but humans still regarded you as obese even if the weight was mostly muscles. You were actually considered “underweight” by your oni parents who worried you were too skinny whenever you would visit. Truth be told you had to lose weight if you didn’t want to go out practically nude like Itto did.

“It conceals too much to me… most women don’t even conceal their ankles anymore much less everything below the neck.” She eyed you with a stern expression you couldn’t crack. But knowing her you figured she was up to something. Chiori hardly ever hates her creations. Old ones she views as learning experiences. You didn’t give her much creative freedom so that might be the reason.

“We-well I have to. Anything more revealing and I’d get those comments again.” You sighed.

“Oh please those folk are simply jealous. Your body is far more beautiful than any of those old crones were in their prime and they know it.” She said as she circled you like a shark. She lifted your hands and examined every inch until she just eyed your chest. Which protruded so.

“Well they weren’t all old people but I just can’t find anything my size there at all. I needed something like this but the price to have something customized is more than for other… normal bodies…”

“Nonsense. I won’t charge you a dime. If anything this is good for business. It shows I’m capable of branching out from the societal expectation. That my clothes aren’t simply for one body type but all who come in. And besides, you are far more eyecatching than any other model.” She spoke casually. You tensed a little but relaxed, a blush settled on your cheeks.

“You’re sure you don’t need anything? I could do a favor if you won’t accept my mora. I just can’t take this from you without giving something back.” You said politely. She paused, finally looking in your eyes.

“Are you busy today? I know you’re here on a trip but… I’d like to use you as inspiration for more possible projects.” She walked over to the curtains to draw them, placing s closed sign in the window and making sure not a single ray of sun would leak through.

“No actually. I was just going to go sightseeing in Fontaine. I hardly ever get to leave Inazuma so I made sure to have plenty of time before I return.” You eyed her suspiciously. She brought the paper screens to enclose the space, so even if someone walked in they wouldn’t see you two.

“Undress then.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“I’d like to see your body as bare as possible. I’m going to do some sketches for possible outfits.” She pulled out her sketchbook as she gathered some other utensils to draw with. You gulped. “You offered to pay me with a favor so this is the favor I ask of you. But if you’re uncomfortable I could find another way.”

“Uh… can I at least keep my panties on.” You asked. She sighed.

“If you must.”

Even though Chiori had been a good friend of yours in Inazuma, and had also brought you to the hot springs before, and had routinely seen you in your underwear, it was rather odd to stand posing while she scribbled. You felt incredibly nervous.

“Excellent. Turn around for me.” She instructed. You did so. “So obedient.” She whispered. You wondered if you misheard that. But either way you trusted Chiori. You knew she meant no harm, she wouldn’t do anything against your wishes.

“Um… might I ask what you’ll do with the sketches?” You asked.

“Make the one I find suits you most. I’ll admit its a shame you don’t prefer more feminine clothes.”

“Well I do its just I hardly get to wear them.” You explained. She seemed to light up at that clarification.

“Perfect, because that’s all i have been designing. Now if you’ll allow me I’d like to get a closer look.” She said.

“That’s fine with me.” Your approval seemed to evoke something as she circled you once more. You felt as though she’d bite or do something at any second. It felt invigorating. You had never felt sexy or desirable until you met Chiori. She treated you like you were the epitome of beauty itself. You did however deeply miss her In Inazuma. You felt safe walking with her down the streets. She had on many occasions left your hasslers speechless and sobbing on some occasions. She was known for her brutal honesty, even when faced with nobility. Its why you knew for certain she was honest in her intentions. And you knew that you would receive many outfits in the mail once you got home.

“Chiori… you’ve always been honest with your…um… sexual interest in me but I never knew exactly why?” You croaked as you struggled to maintain a facade of strength and endurance.

“Do you not realize that you’re almost what every lesbian would crave? A big beautiful wife, with a plumb chest and behind, thighs thick enough to crush, tall, strong, and oh so polite. You’re everything a femme could want. If only you would leave Inazuma. You know, a fellow fashion designer caught sight of my sketches of you from back then and she wanted to know if you would be her model.” Her voice never wavered in any sort of embarrassment. You however felt a shrill run up your spine.

“O-oh.. i didn’t realize you like women too.”

“How?!” She seemed baffled at that response. “Oh please no man could ever compare to even the most basic of women. The curves, the plumps, the lips-“

“No i just didn’t want to assume anything. I figured you might have been but i thought it was wrong to make assumptions.” You quickly clarified.

“Good. I’ve made my interest in you far too obvious. It truly is a shame you didn’t want to come to Fontaine with me then.” She sighed. “People here seem to like you. They don’t have the biases of those retirement aged folk in inazuma. They see you as a stranger but also a kind one. I heard you helped a beached boat the other day, those sailors boasted about how you did the work of five men in one push. I’ve even noticed how the former hydro archon eyes you when we passed her the other day.” You truly were baffled.

“I-i was too worried then that.. i’d slow you down. Please say you’re not playing up my reputation here. I do love fontaine but If I leave Inazuma I want to be certain its the right choice of place.” You looked her in the eye as she still eyed your chest. Her hand reaching up to gently play with it. She looked at you as you turned red.

“I assure you my intentions aren’t just to keep you here with me. I have missed you greatly while here. The letters I sent don’t convey that enough to me. But I swear on a oathe that you could sue me for, the majority of fontainians I have heard from have nothing but admiration or curiosity to you. And if they had anything else I wouldn’t hesitate to correct them.” You kneeled so her hand could reach your face and brush the hair behind your ear. Her face was closer to you now as you looked at her. “I swear on the very life of every citizen in every nation, I would protect and provide for you if you just moved here.”

Your faced turned red, a expression of embarrassment and flattery. “I didn’t realize your feelings were that deep.. I just thought you found me attractive.” You gulped. You had been a expert with pushing feelings down, you loved Chiori but you never wanted to weigh her down. You worried your heritage would ruin her reputation or chances in life. You loved her so much that you had been slightly envious of that special patrol lady who had seemed so close to her. But you kept it to yourself.

“I have long viewed you for more than your tits, the reason I look at them so much is simply because of our height difference. But your body is not the reason I know those stereotypes are wrong, that every liar who says you are something else is wrong. I have witnessed your facade crack to reveal someone who is strong in every sense. You may lift a log but you do so for the child who’s stuffed animal was underneath it. You stopped your own and first vacation to help a beached boat and regularly step in to safe those in trouble. Your scars aren’t from battle but from good deeds. Your heart is more golden and radiant than any ring or necklace. If you were a stone, you would be the most precious and sought after. I have loved you all this time and I am not ashamed of it in any regard.” She said bluntly. Instinctively you pulled her in for a kiss. She didn’t resist one bit but instead moved her hands to your waist that instant. A wave of relief and excitement rushed over you int that instant.

Afterawhile she pulled away. “Now let me show you the extent of my love to you, so you can understand just how beautiful you truly are to me.” Her eyes shone with a desire no longer hidden. You nodded as you laid on your back, your legs spreading slightly.

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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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Ugh im writing this on mobile but i’ve been thinking about it nonstop for an hour and I’m just- mmmmm thinking about Clone Danny and his wardrobe choice as Phantom. Cuz like, he doesn’t have any powers, right? He has no built-in secret identity and suit that he can change into in a flash of blinding circular light. If a ghost shows up he’s just got what he’s got on, and whatever he has in his bag.

And I’m just. I have a lot of thoughts about him and his canon self, thoughts that i dont think i can all fit on my phone and im. Thinking about the dichotomy between him and his canon counterpart. From an in-universe perspective, the halfa Danny Phantom looks remarkably human-like. Especially compared to the ghosts he fights, all of whom are unnatural colors, shapes, and sizes. From flaming hair to glowing eyes and pointed claws, there’s nothing about them that doesn’t scream “ghost!” “Inhuman!” “Unnatural!”

And then you look at Danny Phantom, the ghost boy fighting them. And he just… looks like a glowing human boy. The only unnatural thing about him is his white hair and green eyes - and green eyes is a natural human color. Maybe not the shade it’s in, but it occurs in human genetics. He’s about as close to human as he can get.

Think about that from an in-universe perspective, and then think about it with the idea that ghosts take pride in their ‘ghostly’ look. They pride themselves on looking scary; unnatural; inhuman. It’s a showcase of being unique, of their own individuality, of their interests and wants. Looking ‘scary’ is part of ghost culture, and if not scary, then unique and ‘inhuman’. They don’t want to fit in, they want to stand out.

And you look at Danny Phantom, as his canon self without any of the fanon customizations, and he’s none of that. He’s about as human-looking as a ghost can get. He’s got human-like skin, hell he’s even tanner than he is as a human! His hair is normal, his eyes are green but normal, his hands? Soft and round, not a claw in sight, and his teeth are blunt and ears are round.

His suit is all black, it doesn’t even tell you anything about him other than he probably died in a lab accident, and he looks like he’s straight out of a b-rate comic book. There’s no story to tell about him, he’s a book with the pages all blacked out in ink.

His name, if you take it as him only calling himself “Phantom” isn’t even all that unique. It’s a generic ghost term that you can find by googling ‘ghost’ and looking at its synonyms.

And then look at his behavior: yeah he fights ghosts, and fighting is all about ghost behavior. Its one of their social activities- but its clear from Phantom that he’s not being social. He’s being aggressive, he’s doing it for the sake of the living (which while fair, doesn’t make him look good in the context of everything else). Then he comes into the ghost zone, he doesn’t do much to integrate himself into the culture, and yeah he makes allies but it still doesn’t feel enough. He’s not participating in anything, he’s alienating himself.

All in all, Phantom looks like a ghost trying to pretend he’s human, that he’s still alive. And for a ghost culture that prides itself on not being alive? It’s insulting.

And then let’s circle back around to that human thing, but from a different angle. Probably one that’s more mindset than outside looking in. But Danny’s alienated by the rest of the town for ages despite helping them. And while him looking human likely has to do with his own mindset of viewing himself as “living, but with ghost powers” and thus reflects back as a ghost, it also makes it look like he’s trying to fit in with the humans.

“I am not a ghost” he says, with his human skin and blunt teeth. “I am human like you, see? See? I look like you.”

He’s making himself look approachable, friendly. ‘You can trust me, I’m not a ghost. I’m not like them. I’m not scary. I look just like you. I’m different.’ He looks about as harmless as a human child could be. He’s trying to be relatable. And in turn he’s giving his fellow ghosts a cold shoulder - i’m not like you, i’m better. I’m different. I’m not ghost. I may be dead, but I’m no ghost.

Danny is trying to tie his ghost self in with the living as much as possible - he wants them to think he’s almost human. The same way he wants to think that himself. He’s distancing himself from his ghost half and the ghostly qualities the others have. Whether intentional or not, he’s doing it.

He shows his face and goes ‘see? See? I’m just like you.’

And then lets look at clone Danny, mister not-a-halfa. Who doesn’t have his canon offensive capabilities, who only has his ghost sense and the ability to hit ghosts without gear, his scary eyes and pointed ears, and the ability to see weaker ghosts not visible to the mortal eye.

He has no ghost form, no powers. And yet the first time he goes out as Phantom, he wears a mask that looks like a skull. Instead of distancing himself from ghosts, he’s distancing himself from humans. And at first it stems from the need to be unrecognizable, the last thing he wants is for his parents to find out that he’s ghost hunting. To do that, he needs to hide his face. That’s the first step.

The next step is to act in such a way that people couldn’t possibly tie him back to Danny Fenton. He’s not distancing himself from ghosts, he’s distancing himself from humans. To do that, he acts inhuman. He wears his mask and wears baggy, shapeless clothes - his hoodie and his pants - and he learns how to act unsettling. His eyes glow green, unnatural and shining through his sunken-in, skull-like mask. But it’s not enough on its own. He must do more.

He wants to be the thing someone sees at night and turns the other way. See me and run, he says, crouched on all fours and crawling across a beam like a monster you see in a movie. Twisting his body in unnatural, fluid ways, like he’s not quite sure how having only four limbs work.

Run. He says, dead green eyes glowing through his mask, piercing through black night from the rooftop. I am wild thing. Come no closer, look no closer. I am not like you. I am not your friend. I bite. Run.

You cannot see my face. This is my face, I am not alive. I am not like you. I am an animal about to pounce.

He doesn’t want people to think he’s human, he doesn’t want them to think he’s anywhere close to it. Anything to prevent his parents from figuring out its him.

And the thing is, he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have to appear ghost-like or inhuman to keep his identity safe, wearing a mask and wearing unidentifiable clothes is enough. But he’s choosing to act ghost-like; unsettling; scary.

And in doing so, he unintentionally participates in ghost culture. And while his clothes are not anything unique, or outstanding, his mask is. His clothes don’t tell anything about him, but that’s okay.

Imagine meeting this boy from a ghost perspective. This annoying, fleshy human boy who jumps into fights to stop you and catch you. You’ve heard stories of human ghost hunters, you know there are hunters on the other side. You have heard the horror stories, you have seen the scars.

And then this boy catches you. This human, fleshy boy who yells quips at you, who puns and insults you, who wears an unsettling mask and acts ghosty. He catches you, and you think you will be the next one on the chopping board.

And then you end up in the ghost zone, untouched. Unharmed. And you tell someone about it. You were caught and released by a human child who feels touched by death. And then you hear that the ones who’d been caught were freed by a fleshy human boy who was touched by death, and a boy who they call “Phantom”.

And, isn’t that the name of the child you fought?

And he talks to you, but then he’s in the daytime. There are living around. He doesn’t speak to them - he ignores them outright. He keeps his distance, he stays away. If he talks, it’s with his hands. They will not hear his voice.

I may be alive but I am no human.

And its just — ????? So good to think about. I’ll reblog later with more thoughts when I have my laptop, but god i just needed to get that out there.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is not the ghost king #danny fenton is a clone #like i wasnt thinking much about it when i made danny have no powers. like that was purely just for fun #and for a fun little parallel between him and bruce. and i thought the mask was cool #and now here we are doing a- what?? somewhat analysis of his outfit as phantom?#and his choice to appear as unhuman as possible?? as ghostly as possible???#its just so good. i love creepy phantom. he’s the thing you see crouched in the corner of the room #from the corner of your eye. you see him. and you jump but hes not there when you look #he’s the creature you see lurking in the alleyway. crouched like an animal about to jump.#‘come no closer. look no closer. i am not like you. i may be alive but i am no human’#i have teeth. and i will wrap them sround your throat and *pull*

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As a newly created minor angel in the Celestial Realm, you find yourself caught in the middle of a brewing civil war between the traditionalist faction and the rebels. As tensions mount and battle lines are drawn, you must decide which side to join and navigate the complex politics of heaven. Will you stand with the rebels and fight for change or uphold the status quo with the traditionalists? The choices you make will determine your fate and the fate of the Celestial Realm.

Seraphim is an interactive story inspired by Christian theology. In this story, all colors/sexualities/genders are treated equal and magic undoubtedly exists.This story will be available on pc and mobile and it’s entirely text-based. It’s currently in development and it will be released chapter by chapter.

Rating: 18 + for graphic depictions of violence and death, skippable explicit sexual content, torture & executions, and coarse language.

Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Drama, Adventure

Demo: To be Added...

Asks: Check my Guidelines

Customize your name, looks (in both angel form and human form), personality, skills, and independent gender and pronoun selection.

You will also be able to choose if you side with the traditionalist faction (with Michael/Michelle) or the rebels (with Lucifer/Lucielle).

Choose your weapon. Are you a powerhouse or do you rely more on finesse?

Select your magical specialty.

There are seven romanceable options. You can select the gender of all of them.

Michael/Michelle, The Regent

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Dark brown skin and dark brown eyes. Black hair is slightly curly at the ends and it's cut short. Muscular and extremely tall and bulky.

Description: As the Regent, they're the official leader of the Celestial Realm; they lead the angels in God’s absence. The Regent is often described as authoritarian, prideful, responsible, hard-working, and assertive. They are also the leader of the conservative/traditionalist’s faction of Heaven.

Lucifer/Lucielle, The Morning Star

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Waist-length, long, straight platinum blonde hair, fair skin, jade green eyes. Tall, lithe, and slender physique.

Description: They are the leader of the rebel faction of Heaven. Charming and silver-tongued, they are darkly alluring and dangerously seductive. To you, they are a mystery. To them, you are an open book. It is unwise to catch their interest, lest you succumb to their hunger.

Simeon/Simone, Regent's Right Hand

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Dark brown wavy hair, cyan blue eyes, and dark brown skin. Tall, slender and lithe physique.

Description: Even-tempered, perceptive, and amiable, S is the most well liked and popular of the Seraphim. They're a close friend of both M and L.

Callis/Charmaine, The Innocent Ingenue

Race: Angel

Looks (in human form): Golden eyes, light brown skin, and ash blonde hair. They are muscled, short, and bulky.

Description: Gentle, kind, and easily flustered. They are your nestling and childhood friend.

Belphegor/Belle, Sloth Demon

Race: Sloth Demon

Looks: Sky blue skin, black eyes, short black hair. Black ram horns, navy blue feathered wings, and a scaly pronged tail. Short, lithe, petite physique.

Description: You were ordered to destroy them, but you failed. Ever since then, for some reason, they seemed obsessed with you. They frequent your dreams and seek to capture your heart and make you fall.

Ellis/Elaine, The Saint/Saintess

Race: Human

Looks: Wavy Sky blue hair, grey eyes, and fair skin. Short, petite. If female, a large bust and waist-length, long hair. If male, shoulder-length hair.

Description: In the Mortal World, they are hailed as the Saint/Saintess. Unfortunately, they serve a different god than your own. You are ordered to discredit them, to hinder the power of this false god, but the more you get to know them, the more you can't help admire them. They're clever, resourceful, and devoted. They're everything an angel should be.

Abaddon, Chaos-Bringer

Race: Archdemon

Looks (human form): Hetero-chromatic eyes–one blue, one purple, dark brown skin, and spiky ebony black hair. They have a tall and slender physique.

Description: They are not the most well-liked among demons, but that doesn’t appear to bother them. They have a tendency to push buttons and bring chaos and drama wherever they go. They are charismatic and mischievous, yet biting and cynical. Quick-witted and wickedly clever, they are more powerful than they seem and are keen to use that power to cause maximum suffering and destruction.

#interactive fiction #cyoa #twine game #interactive story #angels and demons #angels & demons #angels #demons #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #belphegor #seraphim if #no demo #twine story #interactive novel

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