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• Selfshiptember, Day 1; First Meeting

ship; tomjesse/checkers and stripes.

prompt; first meeting.

↬ jesse moved in the new neighborhood and decides to explore around, but wandered off a bit farther than she expected... wonder what's there to see... oh, a yard sale?

"Matt, your useless Novelty Toy Collection has to go, whether you like it or not."

Edd pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath — obviously irritated.

"Even after how we tried to expand the house to have an attic, your items still continue to clog our house." Edd sternly reminded, it eventually cues to Tom nodding his head in agreement to his statement.

"So, Edd and I concluded that we're going to sell your stuff today." The blue hoodied man added. He picked up a closed box which had Matt's dearly loved, and useless stuff inside. It seems that they did a little packing before telling their friend.

Matt was in disbelief, he fell on his knees and begged with an overdramatic nature. Crawling to the shoes that was covered in checkered patterns, he grabbed both ankles and began to plead miserably — faint sniffles was heard.

"You can't do this! These are full of memories.... sentimental value!" He argued, as his eyes pupils grew bigger as an attempt to gain sympathy from the two.

"The only value we're collecting off of these is dust. We're going now." Tom scoffed back at Matt, and tried to kick his foot backwards to get rid of the hands that tried to entrap it. Matt's hands recoiled at the sharp friction of being swiped away from the shoes, it burned a bit.

The miserable hoarder looked back at his hands and see a tint of red covered over it... yea, that hurt a lot more than it should've.

There wasn't much time for him to look at his friends leave him behind, but the sound of a door slam was enough to offend him.

To do list ...

Fix your stuff; check. Tell your relative that you're fine; check. Go around the new streets; unchecked.

Swiping through the neatly listed, and maybe a little aesthetically pleasing — digital notepad, Jesse continues to read what's left to do for the day. She transferred houses to find a way to travel to her university without struggling too much.

Stretching her arms, she takes a deep breath and arcs her back. It's been a whole day, but it's not complete without a bit of social interaction. The new house is still very empty and stale, heavy cardboard boxes scatter the floors and it still reeks of accumulated dust, but give it a few days and it'll be designed to her liking soon enough.

She figured she'll go walk out, she doesn't want to do the other listed items on her notes, so that leaves her with 'taking a stroll out'.

Taking a mental note of her new house address, she takes her leave and walks along the pavement.

She dusts her clothes a bit, and looks for her house key. Stepping out of the house, she takes a moment to simply accept mother nature's wealth. It feels so nice and refreshing, but turning back, she took her key and drove it on the door's lock, and twisted it shut.

A few minutes has passed, she feels a bit sleepy... maybe she should've gotten a drink before this. This somewhat slowed her walking speed as her thirst started to kick in. She started to think maybe she should go back, but it was starting to get a little difficult to remember where she came from, turning back didn't help in remembering at all.

Her heart was beginning to sink — there's no way the poor lady is lost before she could call her new building a home? Feeling a bit panicked, she tries to pull out her phone, but a loud, whiny voice followed after.

"GUUUUUYS. YOU CAN'T DO THIS."

Huh? Now she's curious. Where did that come from?

Scanning the place, each house had a cookie cutter design — exact replicas of each other, but her eyes landed on a big banner that was hanging on the house. It reads out "Yard Sale!" ... but the writing looked really crooked and awkward. This must be the one.

Jesse finally reaches the house, and looks at all of the items offered. They're... quite the variety, this felt like a museum.

She follows the direction of the house, and witnesses some purple hoodied guy arguing with two people sitting in front of their yard — they're probably the hosts of the sale. There were a few people wandering around too, maybe it wouldn't hurt to check as well?

"Oh, hey! Welcome to me and my friend's yard sale! Hope you could find anything... interesting here!"

A brown haired man with a green hoodie approached her, he stood from his chair to greet her personally. She looks back to see the other guy who wears blue, with half lidded voided eyes — he looks bored and uninterested, even though he's reading a book.

"Sure! Feel free to look around. Go ask me or my friend over there if you need anything!" His hands pointed at the bored man sitting down who's just next to him. He doesn't seem to notice her, or even the green guy.

"Ah, hello! I'll give it a stroll, thank you. I haven't been to one in awhile." She finally speaks, after hours of silence to herself. She softly waves at him as to respond to his greeting.

"Thank you, I'll take my time here." She appreciates his friendly nature, he seems to be nice.

The whole friendly assumption was quickly taken down when the green man suddenly yelled angrily as he noticed that same man in a purple hoodie... switch items that are being sold? Is this a new technique in stealing?

"MATT, SERIOUSLY CUT IT OUT." There goes the green guy. The purple guy... assuming his name is Matt — was alerted, he dropped whatever stuff he was carrying and tried to dash away, he ran off to the back of the house, the green guy followed him too.

That, uh. Escalated much quicker than she thought. The blue guy finally looks away from the book and notices his friend is gone. He looks at her for a moment.

"Do you need anything?" he sounded so stale and uninterested.

That question startled her. Did he not care about what just happened earlier?? But if that's how it's gonna be, she'll probably just have to ignore it.

"Uhh, nothing, yet. I'll come back to you later."

"Cool."

After his acknowledgement, he proceeds to read again, tipping his finger on his tongue and swipes to the page where he left off in his book.

Jesse couldn't tell if her social abilities are failing her or if these people are just incredibly weird.

Trying to move past whatever happened just now, she starts off in the first corner of items. There's a lot of things here, they're not categorized either. It's like they were just dumped here and called it a day. At least there's price tags. So far, nothing interesting.

Moving on to the next set, it's strange to see antique looking objects and straight up garbage mixed together. Sometimes one's collections says a lot about a person, but this one's a bit extreme. All felt odd, except for when her eyes land on a bass guitar. It had a few wrappings of tape but it admittedly had some charm when it's done like that. The bass's skin was covered in black and a small corner of a checkered pattern that topped off the beauty of it.

She wondered why would they sell this, it looked very custom made and it would be a waste. Buuut, she can't judge. It was simply nice to look at. Jesse continued to observe it, but realized there was no tag to be found. Anyone could steal this, best to inform that guy about it.

Walking back at the "customer service" table, she inquires.

"Excuse me sir, but how much is this?"

"It's in the tag." he didn't bother to look at her

Sheesh, straightforward much? There's no tag at all.

"But there isn't any. This looks a bit too expensive to be on yard sale too...."

He finally looks at her, his eyes squint and analyzes the item. Suddenly, his empty eyes widened in shock.

"Hold on a second, that's mine!"

Tom immediately jumps at her and snatches the instrument away from her, her hands felt a bit of strain from how harsh he pulled away. Her hands immediately tuck back to her chest, the pain still swirling a little.

"A-ah, wait, crap. Sorry.... that was actually mine." he scratched the back of his head as he tried to justify himself.

"That orange idiot is trying to switch all the items we're trying to sell, which is actually his junk — he didn't wanna "lose his collection". Big emphasis and mockery on the last phrase. He still seemed salty even if he was quiet the whole time.

"You play the bass?" She asked. It began to make sense when she noticed his checker patterned shoes match that of the bass aesthetic. "Why would he want to sell that?"

He had a bewildered look. His hollow eyes were getting more mesmerizing to look at everytime. "You know what's a bass guitar?"

"I like music too, y'know? I'm not bland." she teased. Wasn't that common knowledge to know though?

"I'm surprised you knew. It gets annoying everytime some guy says it's an electric guitar, which is NOT."

"Everything's a guitar as long as there's strings, apparently." She chuckled, giving him a sense of sympathy through it.

"Exactly!!" he snaps his finger and points at her. "You get me, haha." They seem to be going along now, lovely.

After their wholesome exchange, Jesse excuses herself to continue browsing though his goods. Tom had the bass at hand and it still works, so he went back to the chair and table that stood in front of their house. Sitting down, he played a few harmonic, chords as he now watches her do her thing. She's pretty cool, he thinks.

Tom admits to himself that it's only now he found her interesting, because of his general assumption that everyone's just really irritating, which explains his ignorant demeanor towards her earlier and he rather not be a part of anything ridiculous unless he was interested.

Meanwhile, Jesse finds an item she likes; a thermal tumbler. She likes tea, it helps her a lot during her work hours and it's most definitely relaxing. The tumbler also has a familiar color that sticks out to her, a nice sage green. She's definitely buying this one.

Not much of items really piqued her interest, it was probably because of how unnecessary they are in general, it's not that practical.

Heading back to her newly acquainted friend, she sees him with his bass, strumming a few tones. He looks relaxed now, compared to how he was like 10 minutes ago... which was strange, but maybe it's because they broke the ice.

"Found what you like?"

"Yeah! Here it is." She places the metal bottle on his table. He takes a look at it, and nods.

"Oh, just a bottle?" he wonders. "That's alright anyways. That'll be $3."

She nods at his request, and touches her pocket jeans, expecting to feel a bump which would naturally be her wallet.

...

It's not there.

The lady panics, maybe it's just somewhere else?

She quickly scans other parts of her pants, but all she could find are her keys back at home.

"Oh, dear..."

"What's up?"

"I... I, forgot my wallet..."

"M-maybe I, I think I misplaced it, just wait-"

Great, just great. She finally talks to a person, and then tries to buy something when she explicitly said she'll just go for a walk!

No, you idiot. You left it at home, you're just trying to buy yourself some time but it's too late, and it's just getting worse!

Her awkward misery is burning further, he had to do something. He started fumbling with his words, trying to make up an idea

"Wait... I, I can save it for you .....?" he totally made that up just now. He had to calm her down.

She pauses mid way as she literally pulled the insides of her pockets out. "You can do that?"

"I-I mean... yeah! My friend and I are running this, why can't I make a few rules?" He did make sense though, but it was mostly because he would now feel bad for demanding money when they had a nice talk earlier.

This places so much relief on Jesse, she felt her heart sank to calm down, and thanked him profusely.

"I'm so glad, thank you for that. I'll definitely bring my wallet tomorrow, I didn't think I'd buy anything today, that's why."

"Nah, it's all good. I've had it worse with Matt when he bought anything BUT nails when we were constructing something." he points at a direction, to which she looks back and follows.

Matt was bound to a chair with a rope to hold him down, there's even duct tape on his mouth to stop him from yelling. He's muffled and squirming a lot. Nobody cared though.

"Is he always like this?"

"Don't bother." Tom didn't want to acknowledge him too much today.

"Anyways," he picks up a piece of paper and pen, and hands it to her.

"Since I'll be saving this item for you, can I get your name and number?"

"Oh, right of course!" she takes both the paper and pen, and started jotting down her contacts. It's only natural she'd inform him that she's ready to come back by then, and he'd have it prepared for pickup.

After scribbling for a few seconds, she returns the paper to him.

"‘Jesse Payton’ — nice to meet you." he read her name aloud.

"Tom Ridley, by the way." he outstretched his hand to hers, asking for a handshake. She responds happily, both of her hands shaking his.

"Tom! Thank you again for doing this, I'll be here tomorrow again with money, for realsies!" she slowly backs up, and waved as she plans to walk back home.

He waves back at her, feeling happy with himself.

"Nice bass by the way, best you take good care of it before it gets sold!" she teased.

"Pfft, like it'd happen again!" he joked back.

And there she left, she became hard to see as she walked farther away. Tom looked at the paper again, and read her name.

"You're pretty cool, Jesse."

"Did you sell anything, Tom?"

Finally, out of the blue, comes Edd holding scissors and rope. He's the one who held Matt down.

"No, I got a name and number though."

"That's not money."

"Give me a break, Edd."

↬ ABABAHSHSHEHAJJJW AND THAT COVERS DAY 1 LNAOOSJKSSS I didn't think I'd write a super long one ;0; this won't happen again but it's definitely because I had this idea planned out very well :') if you read through the whole thing I'm so sorry but I love you <3 see you on the next day c: I should lay down now for school hehe

#some of you might remember their first meeting! and yes im going to flesh it here now!#MAN i was actually gonna draw another panel but im too excited HSHDHSUHEHSHRH i just like adding visuals #i also like the drawing i did because i don't do perspectives all too much so this is fun!#selfshiptember #selfshiptember2022 #~ art #♥️ tomjesse #~ writing #ok I'm so sleepy gn

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sundropglass · 2 years

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Camellia and chamomile? (the second answer can and will be used against you <3 )

Evillll (i love you)

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

I wrote a whole Thing and then got ashamed and deleted so I’m trying again

I don’t know a whole lot of my childhood and much less what I was like. I know I was terrified of anything that moved, just all the time. I remember crying because there was a cat coming home because I was terrified of animals! I was scared of my own pet bunny and would stand on a stool while it was out of its cage. I think I was fairly quiet in my fear most the time, but there are plenty of pictures of me balled up in the corner or just looking generally scared. I have no idea why, it’s always been treated as a joke. “(Bunny) used to be so scared of everything, haha”

I also couldn’t understand concepts very well (why do numbers exist and why cant I make up my own?) so I was always seen as really naive and stupid. When I went to school, the adults made a special grade under my same-age peers just for me. The kids younger than me bullied me a lot for feeling as though I were stuck being younger than even them.. Full of fear, always

When I got older, that fear shifted into intense fawning. I had no identity beyond my parents, especially my mother. I played chameleon to my friends. I was a parrot to mom’s very christian beliefs. I had a sense that I was really special because my family was Chosen and one day we’d get past this ‘rough patch.’

The idiot, bumbling sunshine, always.

Inside I always felt as though everything I did and felt was under careful control. Every action was a careful and tactful move towards playing The Game correctly. Just keep surviving with no dramatic happy ending in sight. I was very proud of always doing everything Right and couldn’t figure out why no one else had their own Mr. H who carefully surveyed and ran the show accordingly.

Its hard to say what I was like in the past, I’ve always been overtly fragmented. Like Evidently I switched between the terrified ghost girl and a rambunctious tomboy? I have nooo idea

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

>_> fffffineeeee

I just really like getting things that remind me of the giver u u like a book you want me to read or a keychain I can take with me or something. Or something that reminded you of me is really lovely too! Thoughtful gifts are the best

Like R always gets me things I wouldn’t think of myself, like my headphones, my kindle, my nintendo switch.. hes gotten me a lot of things I use every day so I feel extremely loved and taken care of whenever I use them

If you’re ever just not sure what I’d like, you can ask yourself:

- is it sweet?

- is it a doll?

- is it a plush?

-does it seem mildly childish in taste?

- do you think it’d suit any part of me?

If yes to any of these then obviously you’re on the right track and don’t worry too much <3 you know I’ll love to death anything you get me

#ask things #ilu chime thank u for sending the ask 💛💛#i got so stumped on the first one trying to figure out what I was like #cuz which parts? idk all of them #im so sleepy now gn 🤧

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