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emmyrosee · 10 months

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Hey if you’re ever not busy can you do a Suna fic where he just got his wisdom teeth removed😭I’ve seen it done on so many haikyuu characters but Suna and I think it’s so cute. You also write him the best😓

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS AND THE ADORABLE PROMPT 😭💖💖💖

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The nurse told you that they’d used a strong anesthetic because of how impacted his teeth were, but when it took them quite a few times to finally wake him up, you knew you were in for a ride.

Rintaro always hated the dentist. Always. He blames it on childhood trauma (he didn’t have any. He never brushed his teeth and that was his problem) but up until last night, months after his dentist told him he’d need an extraction as soon as possible, he’d been trying to get out of it.

Deep down, seeing him so relaxed in the chair was a relief. The teeth were out, now he has to heal. Easy enough.

You smile as you make your way over to his slowly waking body, taking his hand gently in yours to be the first thing when he woke up. Kissing the knuckles finally had him stirring, and he blinked those bleary green eyes open at you, you practically saw the hearts forming in them.

“Morning, sunshine,” you coo, moving your free hand over to card the messy locks of hair from his face. “How do you feel?”

He tries to speak, but it comes out as a croaky ‘guhhh’ and from a few feet away, the nurse chuckles.

“He’ll have some nasty cotton mouth- literally- for the next few days, but communication should be normal as he starts to wake up,” she says, snapping the gloves off her hands. Then, she passes you the care directions, “no rush. If you need anything, just press the buzzer.” At this point, Rintaro has taken the liberty of grabbing all the gauze he can to put in his mouth. You assume it’s to absorb all the spittle.

“No, no honey,” you chuckle, gently grabbing his hands and pulling the damp cloth out easily. “Be careful. We can change your gauze when we get home.”

“I ‘ont wonna shange my gods,” he mumbles, resting his hands on yours. “‘Ike my gods.”

“Gauze, baby,” you titter. You lean over to plant some kissed onto his forehead, hoping your affections will ease him back more. “The nurse said you might be woozy when you stand, so let’s take it slow okay?”

“Yesh, bosh,” he slurs out. He blinks his foggy eyes before letting them wander around the room, over the sharp objects and wooden cupboards, all before wandering back to you. They widen before a brow quirks in confusion, "who're you 'gain?"

"Me?" You snicker. "I'm the one who's gonna keep you alive for the next few days. Your parents are away, so you're stuck with me." You turn your head slightly, "though that may be the other way around."

"Keep me 'live?" Now, he gives you a small, messy smirk. "'re too schexy to keep me 'live."

"Are you hitting on me?"

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he lets out a small string of laughter, head rolling around his neck in haze. You snort before opting to move him up and out of the room, "come on Romeo. Before you pass out on me."

"nuh-uh," he argues. You, however, choose to ignore him.

It's hard to pay attention when there's a pile of 185 centimeter man on your right shoulder, saying goodbye to every hygienist, dentist, secretary, patron, and flower on the sidewalk on the way to the car. There's a slurp from the spittle in his mouth that rings in your ear and makes you want to gag, but you chose to count some of your blessings.

He's at least mobile- unlike the horror stories you've heard about Osamu falling asleep in the seat while Atsumu wailed about the bandaid on his arm.

Finally, you and your oaf are able to make it to the car, his eyes closed in an attempt to sleep, and you jostle him awake slightly.

"I need you to work with me just a bit longer, okay?"

"When'd we get ousside?" He slurs.

"Not long after you said goodbye to the flowers," you say, rolling your eyes. "Watch your head, babe."

He ducks under your guiding palm, but you're not fast enough before he bumps the crown of his head against the door frame, mumbling a soft "ow" before moving on. It takes everything in your power to not laugh at his poor expense.

"It's because you've got such a big melon head, booger," you tease, and he smiles softly.

"'Ike mewons."

"I know baby."

You buckle him in before closing the door. You give yourself a stretch before heading to the driver's side.

You hadn't had him out of your sight for 25 seconds before you open the door and see him with your chapstick, completely rolled up and making a move towards his mouth.

He's either eating it, or trying to apply it.

Neither sounds like a good idea.

“Rintaro!” You scold, reaching for the chapstick. “You can’t eat that! You’ll get sick!”

“You’re th'ick,” he grumbles, but he does release his hold on your chapstick. His head thunks back against the headrest, letting you buckle while he says one more round of goodbyes to the flowers.

"Gonna nap," he murmurs, and you chose not to fight him on it. "Don't pick mah nothe."

"Why the hell would I do that?" You ask, laughing as you start the car.

He doesn't answer you. He's too busy letting his jaw slack open and let out the wheeziest of snores. You put your hand on his thigh and squeeze lovingly, allowing the hum of the engine and warmth from the sun lull him to sleep.

He's out, he's comfortable, and you can't wait to tell him about how, even drugged out of his mind, he still tried to put the moves on you.

You'll have to leave out the head smacking, though. Let him blame himself for that bruising.

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ghostboneswrites2 · 1 month

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hiii! I just wanted to say I absolutely love your fics, you write Daryl so accurate and well 😊 beautiful reads all throughout your page!!

I was wondering if you could write something where daryl comes to like the reader eventually (fem!reader), and she’s shy, keeps her distance, and only is spoke when spoken to, a little like Daryl himself! he then goes to her home to ask her about what stock is needed for foods or something idk haha (Alexandria era) and sees her masturbating through the window, calling out his name, obviously he had no idea she even liked him as she keeps herself to herself. so he joins her, and guides her through it 😉

I hope this is okay to work with if you wanted to use it! Have a great day 🤎🙏🏽

A spider fell on me while I was writing this :') and thank you so much for your compliments they mean the world!!!

Note: OOOOOO SPICYYYYYY

Don't Stutter

18+ MDNI || Warnings: profanity, graphic depictions of masturbation and smut, fingering

No summary needed, request says it all :)

**NSFW GIF BELOW CUT**

He watched from a distance as you strolled through the streets of the peaceful community. Not a single incident in months, how about that? It was nice to relax for a while.

Deanna had put a halt on recruiting for a while, after the attack by the Wolves, so Daryl had kind of been twiddling his thumbs, begging for an excuse to leave beyond the walls. He felt so closed up.

He had too much time on his hands, too much room in his brain for thoughts and feelings. He didn't like it. Ever since he stopped going out, he crossed your path often. You were quiet, shy even. You rarely spoke up unless spoken to. You didn't make eye contact often, if at all. But most of all, you were beautiful. From your head to your toes. He'd often find himself admiring your (hair length) (hair color) hair. It framed your face perfectly. When the sun would shine just right, your (skin tone) skin would glow in ways he hadn't noticed before.

Your body was something else entirely. The shape of you drove him nuts. The way your ass swayed when you walked. You didn't even have to try, you were effortlessly seductive.

He gulped as you walked up your steps and went inside. He wondered how hard it would be to initiate a conversation, to get to know you. He shook his head. Surely that was a foolish idea. As a whole, he had bigger things he needed to be worried about. So, surely asking you about something important would be harmless, right?

You worked at the pantry with Olivia, who had mentioned to him recently that they'd need to stock up soon. He decided to ask you to make him a list. Then, he'd get to talk to you, and he'd have an excuse to go on a run. Two birds, one stone, right? Right. He sucked in a breath of confidence and strode to your door. He went to knock but his fist stopped just centimeters from the door.

"Oh.." He heard you whine. Were you crying? He tried to peek through the tall slender windows on either side of your door. The glass was lightly frosted, so the image was blurry, but he could make out a silhouette on the couch.

"Daryl.." You moaned out louder. His heart stopped. His neck and ears heated ashe gulped. Were you...?

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You stared at the sidewalk as you walked home from work. You couldn't get the image out of your mind. Daryl was there earlier, rearranging shelves for you and Olivia. In his tight black button up shirt, his muscles bulged against the fabric, aching to bust out. Or, maybe you were just aching to bust them out. Either way, your lustful mind couldn't get enough. The visual was painted vividly in your mind's eye, and you'd be storing it permanently in your vault of lewd thoughts about the quiet archer.

The entire rest of your shift was spent silently fantasizing about all the ways you'd let him use and abuse you, if only he wanted anything to do with you. You'd never even spoken to him, beyond a quiet and polite thank you or a curt nod in passing. By the time you made it to your door, you were throbbing between your legs. You couldn't hold it back. You didn't even care to scurry up the stairs and hide away in your bed. No, you simply threw your pants to the ground and sprawled out on the couch, slipping your fingers right inside your panties.

You started with a gentle trace up and down your slit with a single finger. You stared up at the ceiling, using your imaginary paintbrush to paint a picture on the white canvas. Images of Daryl, his arms, his hands, the way he walked, each drag of a cigarette.

You got worked up pretty fast. You got tired of teasing yourself. Wasn't lusting over an unattainable man torture enough?

You slipped a finger inside yourself and sucked in a sharp breath, using your wetness to rub circles over your clit. "Oh..." You whined, closing your eyes, picturing his fingers in place of your own. You sped up the pace a little, rocking your hips as the tension began to build. You pictured the way he'd look down at you if he were there instead of your fingers. How he'd hold you still so you couldn't wiggle out of his grasp, how he'd make you cum until you begged him to stop, and he'd probably keep going.

"Daryl.." You moaned out, feeling a knot build in your abdomen. You were getting so close.

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He listened closely. You were moaning, that was for sure, but all he could see through the foggy windows was a blob on the couch that appeared to be moving.

Fuck it, he thought. The tension was killing him. If you were moaning his name in there, there was no reason for him to hold back and be polite. He only hoped he could catch you in the act.

He carefully grabbed the doorknob, hoping you wouldn't hear him. He twisted softly, and when he realized it wasn't locked, he pushed the door open.

You jumped up and pulled your hand out of your panties, startled and wide-eyed as you stared at him. Shame washed over you as he gazed at you, pushing the door shut behind him.

"Daryl.." You breathed quietly. Your heart was beating so fast your chest could explode. He made slow steps over to you. Each thump of his boots on your floor made you flinch. "W-What are you doing..?"

He glanced down at your wet panties and back up to you as he approached, towering over where you sat on the couch.

"Could be askin' you the same." He rasped. You gulped.

"I was just--"

"You were sayin' my name." He cut you off. Your eyes grew wide. So, he definitely heard you.

"No I wasn't." You lied.

"Mm." He hummed. "Sure sounded like it."

"Well even if I was you shouldn't be eavesdropping at my front--"

"Shh." He hushed, tracing a calloused finger over your lips and down the front of your throat, hooking it on the collar of your shirt. His gaze was predatory, scanning down your body with a sense of starvation that made you tremble.

He dragged another finger up your thigh, sending shivers up your spine. He admired the goosebumps that raised on your soft skin in the wake of his touch. His eyes met yours.

"Tell me to stop and I will." He whispered. Your eyes widened as he leaned in and fluttered shut as his lips brushed against yours. You gasped into the kiss as he snapped with elastic of your underwear against your skin. He pulled back and peered down between your legs. You hadn't told him to stop, but he still hoped his next move would be okay. "Lemme see."

"W-What?"

"Lemme see." He repeated, tugging at the hem of your panties. You were too nerve stricken to act, so you just nodded.

Slowly, he dragged your panties down your thighs and held them up with a nearly invisible smirk. You glanced at the wet spot and blushed shamefully. "All for me?" He teased.

He spread your legs wide.

"Show me." He instructed. Your eyebrows met in confusion. "Show me how ya play with yourself." He clarified.

"I-- I don't.."

"Don't get nervous on me now. Sounded like ya had it under control just a minute ago."

With a shaky hand, you reached between your legs and aimlessly traced a circle over your clit with a single finger, never looking away from his face. He watched you for a minute and shook his head.

"Stop." He ordered. You did. You gasped as he traced his own finger right down your slit one time. "Like this..." He took your finger back to your clit and guided it, gentle laps around your clit causing your hips to jerk. "Now, do it just like that."

You continued as he took his hand away, holding back the noises that threatened to escape. You kept asking yourself what you were doing, if this was even real.

He admired the show for some time, but it became quickly apparent you'd never make yourself cum with him watching like that. You were too nervous and clumsy. You couldn't keep a rhythm and you faltered every time you started to build yourself up to a climax. He gently pulled your hand to the side again.

"Need some help?" He offered. You didn't respond. "Need an answer, darlin'."

You hesitantly nodded.

"Mm. Gon' need more than that." He taunted cockily. You nodded quicker this time, eagerness in your eyes. He smirked. "That's more like it.." He cooed, tracing his fingers up and down your clit gently. You let out a tiny whine.

Between him cutting you off right before you came earlier, and all those times you almost came trying to masturbate in front of him, you were so sensitive, and he could tell. Your clit was swollen and red and every little touch made you jolt and writhe.

"Don't hold out on me. Let me know ya like it." He said as he slipped a finger inside you. You gasped and moaned as he massaged you, slipping a second finger in when he found your sweet spot. You bit down on your bottom lip and rolled your hips. Your moans grew louder and more confident as pleasure crept over you. That bashful, reserved girl from the pantry was quickly melting away, leaving you in a raw, lustful, dirty state.

Your eyes closed as your head fell back on the couch. His thumb pressed down on your clit as his fingers worked carefully inside. You moaned again as his rough thumb traced skillful circles over the sensitive area.

"Say my name." He ordered.

"Daryl.." You moaned shamelessly. He smirked.

"Again."

"Daryl." You whined. He was getting you close.

"Look at me." He demanded.

You opened your eyes and watched him. Your eyelids were lazy and your eyes were glazed and sex drunk.

"Say it."

"Daryl." You squeaked. You were so close. That knot in your stomach was back, tied so tight that the rope was begging to snap.

"What's my name?"

"Daryl." You breathed.

"C'mon, darlin.' Ya wanna cum or not?"

"Daryl... Daryl.."

"That's it." He slowed his pace to a stop, leaving you right at the edge.

"Daryl!" You whined and pouted.

He ignored your plea and pulled your shirt over your head before he tugged your bra down to expose your breasts. Your nipples were hard and bumps littered your skin as the cold air conditioning hit them. He pinched one hard, eliciting a small cry. He played with them a little before he slipped his fingers back inside you and worked his thumb over your clit again. You shuttered and exhaled a shaky moan. That was like, the fourth or fifth time your orgasm was cut off right before it started. It was torture. Painful, blissful, pleasurable torture.

You flinched and squirmed against his fingers, walls clenching and pulsating around his fingers, making it a little harder for him to work them. Nonetheless, he pressed on.

"Look at me." He demanded. You obeyed. Your eyes welled up with tears as he built you back up.

"Please..."You begged.

"Please, what?"

"Please, Daryl."

"Wha'd'ya want?"

"Please, Daryl. I wanna cum."

Triumph washed over him as you begged.

"I'm so close." You whispered.

"Then say it."

"Daryl." You cried.

"Again."

"D-Daryl.."

"Don't stutter."

"Daryl!" You moaned loud. A wave washed over you as you finally reached the climax. Your body shuddered, legs shaking as you moaned and writhed. He kept going until you rode the entirety of your high, only stopping when he was sure you couldn't take anymore.

He looked down at the wet stain between your legs where the couch cushion soaked up all your cum, save for the mess all over his fingers. You shook and whined as he pulled his fingers out, watching with your mouth hung open as he sucked them clean and licked his lips.

"Next time, just ask." He whispered as he kissed your forehead and left your house.

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jewishvitya · 4 months

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Saw an interview with the Israeli ambassador in the UK where she openly rejects the idea of a Palestinian state at all. Including in a two-states scenario. Which, I knew this is the position of our government, Netanyahu was recently trying to push the "I'm the only one who can prevent a Palestinian state," but she was unusually open and explicit about it for an international interview.

And I didn't realize it at first (because I'm awful with faces... and names) but that's Tzipi Hotoveli. She's so right-wing that she was a popular name in the settlements when I lived there. And this is something I can say about many politicians currently running the government, they are the names that aligned politically with the most extremist community. And this is why she's so bad at being diplomatic about it - the people with that mentality rarely care about watering down their goals.

A mutual of mine on a different platform, an American anti-zionist Jew, talked about a trip they took to the West Bank. It was organized to show the occupation, the checkpoints, etc. Someone asked in response if they visited settlements too, and said that he was glad they enjoyed the trip, but it seems to be all one color.

This was a weird comment. What can you see in the settlements to change your mind, if you care about human rights. What can you see that would erase the suffering of Palestinians there, or give context to justify it. Even if settlers knew to say all the right words, this shouldn't be enough to make you forget what Palestinians are living through.

But they don't say the right words. Especially there, the people openly dehumanize Palestinians. And if you talk to them for a while, they will do it to your face. And they will be open about wanting no Palestinians living on any part of the land. Israeli Arabs are often seen as a different story, as long as they accept Israeli sovereignty. Still not fully trusted, though.

I saw someone confusing the electric fence I mentioned in a few posts, with the separation fence, which is the wall around the West Bank. Not the same thing.

The separation fence is built within the territory of the West Bank, but it's a large wall all around that cuts them off from other areas of the land.

The electric fence is smaller, and it's specific. The one I'm referring to is in Kiryat Arba, near Hebron. That's the settlement I grew up in. It's one of the more established settlements, and it's basically a small town. Right behind the apartment building I lived in, there was the electric fence. And in a distance of maybe a couple of traffic lanes past the fence, were Palestinian homes. They could see us, we could see them.

The fence was there for our sake, not for the Palestinians. But sometimes the settlers would tear it down, forcing the border police and the military to guard that spot and rebuild it. I wondered why, because a hole in the fence near my home scared me. And then I learned they were protesting against the feeling that they're being contained. The settlers, with how they're constantly expanding, felt that they're not given enough. Settlers treat "we can't expand as fast as we'd like" as if that's oppression.

They would regularly get into conflicts with border police and with the military over this. They'd go out to claim another hill, and their temporary homes would get torn down. Individuals from the West Bank settlements would have the Shin Bet keeping track of them in case they'll do something that could provoke an escalation of violence. And this isn't to claim that Israel was being fair to Palestinians or protecting their interests. It just means that Israel tried to be strategic to an extent, and the settlers are inflammatory. Their stated goal, openly talked about, is to establish a presence on the ground, so that any agreement that gives land to Palestinians won't be possible. I kept hearing sentences like "not even a square centimeter." Meaning that they want to leave nothing for Palestinians. They aren't trying to think about what Israel can get away with, they feel entitled to everything.

And these are the people that the current Israeli government aligns with. Which puts a lot of things out in the open, and pushes a lot of other things into further extremes.

#I'm not trying to pretend other Israreli governments were GOOD #I'm just trying to illustrate the current mentality #riki babbles

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heartfullofleeches · 8 months

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Kreme Filled

Yan Candy Person + G.N Candy Witch Reader

Summary: Blurb in which Witch Reader teaches a friend a bit about their anatomy and said friend teaches them about theirs. Said friend almost happens to be made of fried douth

(Tags: Light/Candy body horror, slightly suggestive, fingering but not in the way that you think, no use of y/n - reader is referred to as Sweets)

"Whoa!- I didn't know you had a hole here too. I learn something new about you everyday, Sweets!-"

Living with folks made out of pastries and sweets for so long, it's surprising how easy it was to forget their various attributes and lack there of every now and then. Showered by so much love and acceptance in the community, it almost came as a shock the first few time to remember those caring hearts were made of sugar and syrup instead of the same blood and tissue as your own. Often times you recalled only these features by the spillage of their syrupy fluids, but frequent instances across that further separated your human skin from their sweet, doughy flesh.

Kreme was one of the sweetest souls you've met by far both in personality and taste. A local pastry with a hair that reminded you of freshly made donuts and coincidentally made of the same dough. Piped with passion for design and clinging to your side, Kreme visited your bakery daily for different pigments of frosting to decorate their clothing and self with whenever creativity struck which was hourly for them. On the plus side you had a few bracelets and rings too delicate for you to wear, but made them happy when displayed around your kitchen and home.

While piping the frosting need for a new batch of sprinkles on a tray, Kreme had grown bored by lax amount of attention on them and so they decided to pull a little prank to lighten the mood. They slathered their hands in powered sugar, snuck up behind you as concentration lowered your guard, raised your shirt under the guise of a friendly hug, and brought their powder covered hand down on your sides. Rubbing the powder into your skin, Kreme noticed something as their palms ran over your stomach. A hole almost like the one in their torso only much smaller and refused to open no matter how their fingers pried. They tried again, but stopped upon hearing you cry out in discomfort.

"Ow! Kreme, that hurts - cut it out."

Kreme immediately drops their hands, staring at you like a deer in headlights as you face them. "Oh! I'm really sorry, Sweets - it's just that your hole is so tiny I was trying to make it bigger for you." The fiend slaps their hands over their mouth. "I'm sorry - are they supposed to be that small for your kind? Please don't tell me I seriously hurt you."

You gently pull their hands from their face, wiping yours of its confusion in attempts to soothe their rising fears. "I'm okay, Kreme, really. But, what do you mean by... hole?"

Kreme lifts your shirt and points at your stomach. "This one! Never seen anything like it before."

You follow their finger, gears clicking as you look just above your waist. "Oh.... ohhhh that hole. Well, when people like me are... created, we're attached by a cord to our makes that gives us nutrients till we come out and that "hole" is where we were attached at."

Kreme touches your skin, eyes growing wider with every word. "That's so cool! I love learning more about you, Sweets. Human stuff was so boring when the others told me about them, but when it's about you I wanna listen all day... Wanna see mine?"

"Your what?"

Kreme laughs. "My hole, silly. It goes all the way through and I can put so many things in it. Frosting, jam, sprinkles. I love sprinkles - especially the ones you make me. Anyway, wanna see it?"

"Um...."

Not waiting for a reply, Kreme rolls up their tee and proudly presents the centimeters wide hole in the center of their chest. Crouching on your knees, you could see straight through it, and in at the softer wall of dough that made up their inners. By guessing, you estimated you could fit around three fingers in the hole with no problem. You try to shake the thought, but it keeps crawling back to mind.

"It really is a hole..." You reach out to examine the crater - having enough restrain to before your hand meets their skin.

"Yea!.. Stick your fingers in it."

You stumble on your feet and words - caught off guard by their sudden shift in tone. "What?"

Kreme smiles, directing one of your hands towards the entrace of their hole. "I want you - to put your fingers inside me. I can tell that you're thinking about it~"

Urged by their guiding hand and pleading eyes, you extend your index finger and slowly begin to insert it into their hole. The texture is akin to mashed cake as you imagined, but it's slightly more moist than pictured. Tearing an earlier theory you add another finger and push them both deeper, the walls of pastry around them contracting as Kreme whimpers - squirming, and even whining out as you pull back.

"Am I hurting you?"

Kreme shakes their head, grip alarming firm for someone of their kind. "No... no, no - it's just that whenever anyone else tries to touch my hole it's always a bit uncomfortable, but if it's Sweets.... If it's you, I'm okay with anything. Please keep going."

You didn't want to hurt them, but your curiosity had been peaked.

"Lemme know if any part of this bothers you and we'll stop, okay?"

Kreme nods as if they understand, but is too transfixed on your fingers as you add yet another and shove them all inside of them to utter more than desperate cries. Cold air kisses your fingertips as they fall out the back entry of their hole before being sucked back in. There's a little wiggling room, but not enough where you can't attempt to put in another digit. Kreme, noting your hesitant and dying to feel more of you looking around.

"Oh, oh - check out this fun trick I can do." Reaching over to the table, Kreme nabs the - tilting their head back as they swallow the frosting. Your fingers rooted in the tightness of their midsection run slick with cream as it slides down their throat, pouring out over your hand and onto the floor - spilling onto your apron and legs. Working as a lubricant, you successfully fit all fingers of your dominant hand in side of the pastry and out through the other side as their legs buckle, nearly giving out as they hover over you. You stand to help them upright and due to the building ache in your legs from your position. Kreme throws their arms over your shoulder, pushing with every pull and shaking as your hand stretches their hole wider. It'd close back to normal later on, but for now they revelled at the thought of having a permanent marker of your affliction on them. Tearing them up from the inside and leaving them starving for your attention whenever you close your doors for the evening. It too much. If only they could have one thing to be left with until the next day. One little thing to keep them going until the sun rose tomorrow.

"Sweets... Ah... deeper... I wanna feel you... always..."

As with all good things, their pleasure comes to an end to soon. You slide your hand out of their torso, allowing them to fall slack in your arms as they collect themselves. You subconsciously lick at the frosting coating your hand still in autopilot from closing shifts at your bakery, which in turn adds to their lightheadedness. You play coy to the kiss they sneak to your cheek as they stand on their own, gazing bashfully at the floor.

"Sweets?...."

"Yeah?.."

"I sorta lied when I said I never paid attention to things about humans... I know about various parts of their bodies and some of the urges... your kind gets... We really aren't so different if we really think about it."

You pause mid wipping your hands on your apron. "What are you getting at?"

"I'm saying the next time we do this I want your cream inside me instead. I don't want anything else than to feel you inside me - forever. It's the only thing that can make me truly happy. I never want to leave you so please don't leave me.

Kreme kisses your cheek again as they grab at the strings of your apron. "Just give it some thought. For now, I'll be taking this since I got it all dirty. Love you bunches, Sweets - bye!"

Loosening the tight knot, Kreme tears off your apron and waves it as their flag of triumph as they flee out the back door of the kitchen - leaving you alone to clean everything up.

#yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere candy #witch reader #Sweets witch

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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hey! just saw your post. could you write a mbappe imagine where they have a child and him and the child try to convince the reader for another sibling. super fluff!! 💋💋

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

2nd person pov

"Nicolas! Amour! Where are you two?" You called, waltzing into the sitting room where your son & husband sat.

The two were snuggled into the couch, whispering loudly into each other's ears in French. You tried hard to understand what they were saying, but your lack of knowledge on French did not help you in the slightest. The two perked up when they saw you enter.

"Cherie! Come sit!" Kylian smiled, patting the sofa, gesturing to sit between him and Nicolas.

You smiled, doing as suggested, laying back into the couch. Nicolas immediately climbed on your lap, while Kylian moved closer to you and placed your legs on his lap.

You eyed your two boys suspiciously.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean mummy?" Nicolas looked up at you with deep eyes, full of emotion.

You chuckled, "Nothing. Mummy didn't mean anything." You kissed his cheek.

"I meant, what's up with you?" You shot Kylian a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, me and Nicolas were talking about what he wants for his birthday." Kylian began.

You quirked and eyebrow at the both of them this time.

"Your birthday was last month love." You told your son.

"Yes but next year. When I turn four." He responded.

"Well," You said, turning your head to face him, "What is it that you want."

"A little brother or sister." He grinned, with so much hope in his eyes.

You smiled back at him but shot Kylian a dirty look, who just smirked in reply. He gently grabbed your face, and kissed you. It was a clear attempt to convince you to try for another child.

You swatted him away and turned back to Nicolas.

"You know my love. Having a child isn't that easy." You reminded your son.

"Why don't you just go to the store and buy one?" Nicolas questioned innocently.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh oh oh! Or ask Santa for Christmas next year, and a stork will come and drop one off!"

"Actually Nico, to have a child it needs more involvement in mummy and daddy's part s—" Kylian began.

You immediately shushed him.

"Idiot! He's too young for this talk!" You scolded your husband.

"Mummy and Daddy will try very hard and talk to Santa about it. Okay?" You told Nicolas, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Now come on, let's watch the film." You all directed your attention to the television.

Well at least you all thought you directed your attention. Not a moment later you felt a hand on your thigh. A thumb circling in the same spot over & over again. You turned to scowl at Kylian who just winked at you.

You couldn't help but laugh.

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Nicolas was asleep.

Kylian bent low to Nicolas's ear and whispered something in French to see if he was still awake. He was not. The two of your shared a knowing look. Words weren't needed ti communicate what you needed to communicate.

You both got up, Nicolas in your arms, Kylian's arms around your waist. You had to walk only a few strides before you entered your son's room. Kylian gently laid him down and kissed his forehead. You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You kissed Nicolas's cheek, and wished him a good night. Though he was fast, fast asleep.

The two of you walked out of his room quietly, being extra careful when closing the door. A sigh of relief was let out when it was all done without waking him up. You were about to head to the washroom to shower and get ready for bed before you felt Kylians grip on your wrist. He twirled you around so you were close to the wall. His forehead against yours, lips merely centimeters away from each other.

"So about that baby?" He smirked.

You scoffed.

"Aw come on cherie! It's not like we can't give him a sibling." Kylian protested.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want to do what's required to make the child." You shot him a wink.

Kylian cocked his head, "Amour. I'm Kylian Mbappe. Everyone's attracted to me!"

You smacked your hand against your forehead.

"Contrary to popular belief Kylian. Not everyone finds ninja turtles attractive."

“Pleaseee Y/N! Think about how cute it would be to have a little you running around! Then our family would truly be complete!”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, before strolling into your master bedroom, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

Kylian stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. He was very very confused. His ego also took a hit. You poked your head out from the door.

"Do you want to make that baby or not?"

Thanks to Kylians speed, it didn't take one second for him to be in that room with the door slammed shut.

*** Eleven months later

“Nicolas! Come see your birthday gift.” You warmly smiled at your son from the hospital bed.

Nicolas walked gingerly, hand in hand with his dad. Kylian greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, while Nicolas stood on his tip toes to see his new siblings. They were twins, one boy, and one girl.

Was that the plan? No, not really.

Nicolas’s eyes widened in delight while Kylian was almost reduced to tears. You propped Nicolas up on the hospital bed with you, while transferring both children into the arms of Kylian.

“They’re beautiful amour. We did a great job. I’m proud of you.” Kylian complimented, wishing he could take your hand if both weren’t occupied with holding his new kids.

“Mummy. I asked Santa for two brothers. Not a sister. The storks messed up.” Nicolas frowned.

You and Kylian laughed while he nudged Nicolas’s shoulder.

“Nicolas. Do you want to name them?” Kylian asked earnestly, receiving a nod from you in approval.

Secretly, you were a little hesitant. There was one certain name you had your heart set on for the girl, you doubted Nicolas would choose it. But his happiness mattered more to you than some picture perfect names.

“Hmmm, for the boy, Theo.” Nicolas started.

You nodded, you liked it.

“And for the girl. Lena!” Nicolas cheered, looking into your eyes with glee.

You grinned, that had been the name you wanted all along. But how did he know? Ah, of course. You turned your head to meet your husband’s gaze. Of course it was Kylian’s doing.

“I love you.” You mouthed to him.

“I love you more.” He winked back, causing your cheeks to grow red.

still, after all these years. That man’s affect on you would never change.

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local-ground-apple · 1 year

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Can you do Malleus, Rook, and Azul finding out you can understand the elemental fairies. Decide to help male a small castle for the fairies in NRC?

Thank you for such cute request!

🐲 Malleus is absolutely delighted and his feelings are even stronger after seeing your bright and happy face when you were talking with elemental fairies,

🐲 when he saw you being so compassionate & kind for his own kind, he couldn't help but smile,

🐲 at first, Malleus scared the fairies away, but you quickly convinced them not to run away at the mere sight of your dragon boyfriend. Needless to say, they warmed up to him quite fast and soon enough, Malleus sometimes visited them with you,

"Tsunotarou! We should build a small castle for them!"

🐲 your definition of small was different than Malleus'. He literally used magic to create a castle that was similar in size as Diasomnia's dormitory,

"Malmal, this is...hmm..it's way too big for fairies. They mesure only few centimeters!" "Nonsense, dearest"

🐲 you needed Lilia's help to convince him to settle for something way, way, way smaller,

🐲 so you invited him to build the castle with you. This time without using any magic. Malleus had so much fun spending the whole afternoon & building a size-appropriate castle with you. He was sure he would cherisj this memory for eternity,

🏹 Rook is very impressed with your ability to understand elemental fairies. He finds it quite fascinating that you (being a human from another world and without any magic) could easily communicate with those small creatures,

🏹 he will start calling you Ma fée (My fairy) from now on,

🏹 Rook is eager to help you make a small castle for the fairies. He is quite skilled with using various tools and carving, so helping you out won't be a problem for him.

🏹 You two end up making a glamorous castle (which is way more lavish and elaborate than you first expected to).

🏹Needless to say, Rook uses this situation as an opportunity to spend more time with you (and learn something new). Sometimes, he may join you and chat with fairies (with you acting as his personal translator),

🏹You tried to teach Rook fairies' language and he is picking it up quite fast. One day, he will be able to fluently communicate with them. He also attempted to teach some of the fairies French (and he failed splendidly),

🏹Rook may occasionlly watch you from afar as you are talking with fairies. He certainly doesn't want to disturb your conversation; he is simply admiring your beauty, your bright smile and kindness dancing in your eyes,

🏹 You did catch him few times,

"Rook. Why don't you come here and spend some time with me instead of stalking me?🤨" "Ma fée! I'm coming!"

🐙 Azul's first instinct was to think of the ways he (his first instinct was to think of the ways he (and Mostro Lounge) could potentially benefit from your ability. Poor octopus almost prepared a whole business plan in his head,

🐙On his second thought, he decided not to. When he found out you could communicate with elemental fairies, you were smiling brightly, while the fairies were flying all around you. He didn't have the heart to benefit from your ability,

🐙besides, you told him "no", when he asked you about fairies,

"Angelfish, I've noticed that recently you've been spending awfully a lot of time with fair-" "No, Azul, you cannot monetise them" "Oh, Angelfish, how could you assume something like this?" "🤨🙄"

🐙You looked way too happy, so Azul abandoned his business plans,

🐙The moment you told him that you plan on building a small castle for the fairies, Azul was already prepared. He had whole vision and a neat plan. He managed to find the best tools and high-quality materials,

🐙Azul managed to convince Jade & Floyd to help you two build a castle,

🐙In the end, the castle exceeded your expectations. It was quite enormous given that it was supposed to be a castle for quite small fairies, yet it was simply beautiful. Azul poured his whole soul and creativity into building this glamourous and elaborate building,

🐙It turned out that only Jade understood the assignment and constructed two, small castles,

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seth-kia · 3 months

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Etho wasn't expecting much from the season 8 spawn. Maybe a nice forest, a cool island to make into a community center, a village nearby so Joe could get started on his Hermits-Helping-Hermits farms right away.

The two new hermits were to be expected. Xisuma had mentioned the world was still occupied, but that he'd spoken to the residents before about joining. Grian, upon seeing them, immediately ran up to to one, with brownish-hair and light blue eyes, hugging her and beginning to introduce her as Pearl, an old friend.

He didn't expect much from the server spawn. It'd be a regular, if shorter, season. It'd be a good time with old and new friends.

Etho certainly did not expect to recognize the other new hermit, standing straight and tall in the hole Mumbo found them in.

Familiar, fluffy red hair with a dripleaf tucked behind her ear. Bright green eyes that sparkled with an air of innocent mischief, like she'd be far too good at deflecting blame and all too willing to exploit it. Pale skin, a splatter of freckles across her cheeks and shoulders, a lively, vibrant, energetic feeling that spread through the hermits like a wave of excitement.

And that immediate, sharp, and intense gaze, that locked onto him through the crowd.

"Etho?!"

Gem's voice was the same as ever. He always compared it to a songbird's; clear, high, melodic, and expressive to no end. And it cut through the chaos of the new spawn, silencing the hermits. Even Grian, fussing over the other new Hermit, Pearl, quit his excitable introductory chatter.

"Hey, Gem," Etho said, a bit awkwardly. He waved, the smile on his face hidden aside from his eyes.

Her expression went from complete shock to... something far closer to anger. She stormed out of the hole, walked right up to his face, and pointed a finger right up to the mask, nearly touching his nose.

"Uh," Etho said, eloquently.

She slapped him.

Right across the face. A good slap, too, one he'd been privy to only a few times before, following through and hitting him hard on his left cheek. He kind of expected it, so it missed his ear by a centimeter, but he still reeled back in pain, one hand already up to cradle his jaw. She hadn't held back in the slightest.

"Etho!" Bdubs yelled. Several of the other hermits raised sticks and hands, ready to defend him on his behalf. Xisuma stepped forward. Even the other new hermit, Pearl, seemed ready to throw hands on behalf of a friend of Grian's.

The air was tense. He held his breath. It felt like time was frozen, her eyes locked onto his like he was a dead man, like he wouldn't survive the next five minutes.

"Gem?" he asked, softly.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and hugged him.

Tightly. She was much smaller than him, but her presence almost never made a difference until now, when she was holding him tight enough to hurt his ribcage, like she'd never let him go. Between the feeling of his bones creaking and the raw emotion he felt at finally hugging her again, it was almost just as painful as the slap.

"Hey, Gem, it's okay, I'm okay." He tried for soothing, though it came out slightly more like a wheeze. "Good to see you, too."

"I thought you were dead, you idiot!" she said, furiously, face buried into his chest, muffled by the jacket and the fur.

"I'm not. Right here."

She didn't let go of him for a long time. The silence was welcomed, despite the small bit of chatter rushing through the crowd of Hermits, but he just rubbed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a tight squeeze until she finally loosened her grip, looking up at him.

"Well." Etho touched his cheek, which was going slightly numb. "That was a heck of a greeting."

"You deserved it!" she said, but her eyes were lighter, less pained. A little bit more hers.

See, that was the thing about Gem. She had a facade. She didn't want to be genuine, not in front of a crowd. She'd cling to the bit of anger while it served a purpose because otherwise, she'd cry, and she wasn't ready for that yet. Etho was happy to let her stay mad. He was just happy to see her at all.

"Yeah, I guess I kinda did," he said sheepishly.

"You just! Left! Completely vanished off the face of the planet!"

"I'll explain, I promise," Etho said. "I didn't mean to."

"You know, you're supposed to tell me when you get drafted or something, not just up and leave me with no notice at all," Gem said pointedly.

He couldn't help but laugh at that. A huffed chuckle that stumbled over itself in surprise. It felt so good to talk to her again. "I did apologize, you know. Like three times already."

"Stupid. Stupid!" She scoffed. "You owe me for that."

"Well, you're here for the season, Gem," he said, holding out his hands. "I can pay you back. What do you want, diamonds? I can make you a skeleton farm?"

"You'd get those for me anyway! No, I want something special." She frowned, crossing her arms. One finger tapped her cheek in thought, a habit she'd never lost since they were kids. "Aha! I want a note-block IOU from you."

"Uh-huh." Part of his brain was already scrambling together a plan to get the redstone, so he'd have it ready when she asked. "I can do that, yeah."

"And you have to make me an iron farm."

"It's Hermitcraft. There are iron farms everywhere."

"Don't care, I want a personal one."

"Okay. I have a design in mind."

"And. And!" She held up a finger, as if it was far more important than any other thing. "You get me a fox as a pet."

"I'll have it for you tomorrow," he agreed easily.

Gem paused. Looked at him. "You're no fun when you don't fight back."

She threw her arms around him again.

He returned the hug. Instead of his classic one armed sling around the shoulder, he wrapped her up in both of his arms and held her close. She was always far warmer than he was, like a little bundle of heat in his arms. He used to jokingly call her a portable space heater, back when they were younger.

"I missed you," she said softly.

He sighed, feeling himself relax. There was the genuinity. She wasn't as mad anymore. "Missed you too, Gemstone."

"Uh," Grian said. "...So. Welcome to the server, Pearl and... Gem? What just happened?"

Etho glanced up from the red hair in his face--the curse of Gem hugs, always getting hair in your nose, not that he cared in the slightest--and caught all the eyes staring. A pang of nervousness started in his chest. "Oh. Right. Um."

"Etho, they don't even know about me?" Gem said, exasperated. "What kind of brother even are you?!"

"It never came up! I didn't know if I'd ever see you again!"

"You could've called! Or whispered me!" The mask was starting to crack on her face. "Or just... let me know you were okay?"

"I'm sorry," he said, lowering his voice. He put a hand on her shoulder, lightly, and she leaned into the touch. "I couldn't. I... something happened, and I didn't have a choice."

She nodded, slightly. "Okay. But you'll explain. Or I'll just kill you."

"Fair enough," he said, and at her soft smile of a truce, he took a breath. "Uh, this is Gem. She's... kind of like my sister."

"I am your sister," she corrected.

"Adopted."

"You're the adopted one."

"Touché," he relented. Part of him was mildly amused at the heads swiveling back and forth between the two of them, trying to keep up. "She and I were on the same server for a bit, her family took me in, helped me out, and, uh. Yeah."

"Ever the storyteller," Gem teased.

"You kinda sprung this on me," he said, defensive. "I could regale them with that one time where you tried to hug a pufferfish--"

"Don't you even dare."

"--or when I had to come get you out of a tree you climbed to high in because you were scared to get down--"

"You got stuck too--"

"--or maybe when you took a sweet berry from an artic fox and got upset when it bit you--"

"Etho!"

He held up his hands, grinning wider than he had in a while. God, he missed this. He missed their easy banter, the sound of her voice, even her aura of terror, if she wanted to be scary. "Okay! I surrender."

"...Yeah. They're siblings," Tango said, eyebrows raised up so high his forehead was nigh invisible. "What even was that?"

"She slapped you, dude," Ren said.

"I deserved it," he said, at the same time Gem said, "He deserved it."

"What is happening?!" Tango said, his voice going high-pitched.

Etho couldn't help but laugh. A sort of scrambling, snort of a laugh, complimenting Gem's mischievous giggling beside him, and he leaned on her shoulder, wiping his eyes. "Oh, dear. Oh my goodness."

"You still talk like a Victorian woman, you know."

He sighed, halfway exasperated and way too fond. "Mmm. I think I noticed that."

"Do you still say 'oh, snappers' when anything of mild interest happens?"

"Naturally," he said, in mock offense. "What, you think I'd just stop using the best phrase in the English language?"

"God, you literally haven't changed at all!" She said gleefully. "It's like someone just copy-pasted you into this world and gave you a shiny new look."

"Hey, don't insult the jacket. It's warm!"

"You're an ice cube, Etho, it's just like you to wear a winter coat in the middle of high summer."

"Not everyone is a space heater."

"Oh, shut up!"

The hermits had dismissed a bit, then, greeting Pearl, punching trees, but a few of them--namely Tango and Ren--were still swiveling their heads back and forth between them, trying to comprehend any of what was happening. Part of him suddenly felt at ease. Everything was easier now. Gem was here and safe. He could protect her. She'd meet his friends.

Hermitcraft was a safe zone. Xisuma did his absolute best to make sure the server would protect its inhabitants. Gem, being here with him, was the safest she'd ever been.

She tugged his arm, and he looked down. Turned, gave her his full attention. Something he'd always found easy to do. "What's up?"

A pause. Like she was trying to calculate the best way to say something.

"...Your eye? And the mask?" she asked, quietly. Composed.

He flinched, slightly. Involuntarily. "Uh."

She shook her head. "Story for another time?"

"...Yeah. But I will explain."

"You seem to have a lot of explaining to do."

"It's been, how long," he mused. "Ten years? There's a lot of stories to tell. Tell me right now, what have you been up to?"

Gem blinked, as if fully understanding. "Oh. Yeah, I get it. We can talk later."

He grinned. "Storytime later."

"But, uh," she said, even softer. "...Do I get to see your face?"

Etho considered it. Considered lifting the fabric from his face, showing his little sister the scar that went from eye to mouth. The gruesome tearing in his skin. His face was mangled enough as it was from nose up.

Despite her insistence, he had changed. Death games and the constant need to survive did that to a person. He was surprised she even recognized him, let alone as fast as she did.

But. Gem was just the same.

She was the same girl who ran around playing with squirrels. The same little sister who fussed over him after he got hurt in the woods hunting for food. She'd grown, obviously, into her exuberant energy, into her control, her strengths. She was, as a person, whole. Strong. The little girl he used to protect from monsters could protect herself. She didn't need him to shield her anymore, not really.

"...Maybe," he decided. "I, uh, it's easier to explain."

"Okay," she said simply. "If not, that's okay, too. It's just good to have you back."

"You too."

"You never thought to tell me you had a sibling?" Bdubs interrupted, appearing suddenly in front of the two of them, arms crossed and somehow already riding a horse.

"Gem, this is Bdubs, he means to say," Etho cleared his throat, and began in a slightly altered impression of Bdubs, "'Hi! It's nice to meet you! I'm BdoubleO, but you can call me Bdubs!'"

"Hey! I do not sound like that!" he protested. "Anyway! Hi, I'm Bdubs. It's nice to meet you."

Gem hummed in thought, looking between the two of them. "You do, actually."

"Do... what?"

"You do sound like that."

Etho snorted, suddenly, and turned to give her a high five, even as Bdubs shouted in outrage. Tango's hair burned brighter in confusion. Ren had one ear tilted perpetually in their direction.

"What on earth--Etho, don't tell me you're going to side with her!"

"She's my sister, Bdubs, 'course I am." Etho said, matter-of-factly. "Here, I could try again. 'I'm so tall'--"

"Shaddup!"

"Oh, is that why he's on a horse?" Gem asked, looking up at him innocently. "'Cause he's short?"

"I'm five-foot-ten!"

"Oh, so five-seven, right?" She looked at Etho. "It's like fishing, he gets an inch taller every time?"

Etho broke out into laughter, nearly doubling over. God, he missed her. Classic Gem humor. "You need some ice for that burn?"

"You could just try Etho, he's cold enough as is."

Etho shrugged. "Though I'm not sure he could reach me without his horse as a stepladder."

"Argh! There's two of you, I can't take this!" Bdubs pulled away the reigns, charging off in the direction of the other hermits, presumably to complain about getting called short again.

Etho looked over, to find Gem glancing up at him at the same time. That spark of mischievousness was back in her eyes, brighter than the sun. "I don't know if I like that look."

A sly grin made its way across her face, and she tapped a finger on her inner arm. "Oh, we're gonna have fun with this."

"You gonna cause trouble?" he asked, trying to sound stern.

She just laughed. "You're coming with?"

Etho sighed. Fondly. He missed her so much. "Wouldn't rather be anywhere else."

"You're a sap."

He laughed. "Love you too, Gem."

She scoffed, shoved his shoulder. "Let's go, you weirdo."

He took one last look around spawn. Of course, he didn't expect much. But now, he was pretty sure this season was about to be far more interesting.

"You coming, ice cube?"

He laughed, and chased after his sister into the forests of season eight.

thanks for reading! here's the ao3 link <3

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #hermitcraft #ethoslab #geminitay #hc s8

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creatorisdumb · 1 month

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‼️‼️Random Smiling Critters headcannons I made for no reason ‼️‼️

All under cut. This one is long af, I don’t wanna take up too much room with my silly billys 🥺🥺🥺

DogDay:

•He’s a leash child. There is no way he isn’t a leash child. Anytime he and the other critters go somewhere new they HAVE to put him on a leash or he’ll get lost.

•He also has a mussel(?) that they put on him whenever he’s being a problematic emo puppy. He doesn’t wear it often but every other month CatNap just puts it on him.

•Speaking of the mussel, DogDay HATES baths. The girls got so tired of his ‼️STANK‼️ that they forced him to take a bath. He was so uncooperative that they used both a mussel and a cone on him.

•Whenever Picky cooks something with cheese DogDay will just sit beside her and beg for some. Average dog moment Ngl.

•His favorite toy is an old ass, gross fucking tennis ball that Kickin probably gave him. The amount of times he has been hit in the face with it is insane.

CatNap:

•He’s selective mute. Anytime he does speak he’s either forced too, high on the nip or VEEERYY annoyed. Whenever he needs to communicate he’ll just use sign language.

•CatNap can fall asleep anywhere. He could fall asleep on a cactus and he wouldn’t care. He’s a cat, anything is possible.

•He plays like a cat. Lasers, those feather toy things, catnip, boxes, string, anything.

•One of his love languages is gift giving. He’ll often give people he likes dead rodents or random trinkets. He likes to give Bubba dead or fake rats.

•Sometimes Bubba will give him catnip. Whenever he does, CatNap gets hyperactive and really talkative. He also tries to get Bubba to give him more, although any attempts will fail.

•He’s kinda the only critter who can climb. Because of this, to get some sleep time, he’ll just climb the tallest/closest tree he can find and sleep on a good branch.

Kickin:

•Short ass loser. Probably the shortest male. What a beta male Ngl. /j

•A very angry child. Whenever he’s angry he kicks (Haha get it?) and screams. Often times someone has to hold him back from beating the shit out of someone (That someone most likely being Hoppy)

•I don’t know if chickens are like this but idfc. He doesn’t like being touched on the back or under his wings(or arms..? Ig..?) for bird reasons. Bubba is completely aware of this and sometimes rubs those spots to piss off Kickin.

•When being held from beating the shit outta people he pecks at their arms to get free. His beak is rather sharp so it often hurts. Although Bubba is usually the one to hold him back so he tries to avoid pecking at Bubs arms. With anyone else tho, their arms end up slightly bloody.

•He probably uses Gen Alpha slang ironically (same bro)

Bubba:

•His favorite school subject is math. What a fucking loser. Lame. Lame!! Loser!!!! (Shhh…! Don’t look at my grades-!!!!)

•He’s probably the biggest of the male critters. He’s really heavy and kinda a fat boy 0-0 the only one who can get him at least a centimeter off the ground is Bobby. This freaks the shit out of him.

•At states earlier, CatNap likes giving him dead/fake rats. This has become such a common occurrence between the two that anytime CatNap gives him a gift box he has someone else open it.

•^^^ Bubba is terrified of rodents, especially rats and mice. He has mice traps everywhere, mostly in random, barely noticeable corners. (Blame CatNap, he’s done this one to many times)

•He’s got MAD rizz bro. Everyone but Picky (I headcannon her as lesbian) and Hoppy has had a crush on him at some point. Kickin was the only one who got lucky tho.

•His little charm thing can glow, although it has to be turned on for it to glow.

•He’s a bit chubby… he’s got that good chub. Make him a big boy, he’s an elephant, make him big.

Hoppy:

•You cannot tell me she doesn’t own a trampoline bro. You ‼️CANNOT‼️ tell me she don’t own a trampoline.

•That being stated, she will often stargaze on it during them good nights. She will also play on it with the other critters, although they often get off it once she gets a little too silly.

•She will often tease Kickin for being gay despite her being biromantic. The most sibling ever.

•Dumbass probably vegan. Carrot. Dumbass loser!!!

•Whenever she runs a certain speed she does a bunch of hops to pick up speed. No one knows why she does it. Not even her, she’s been doing this since she was a lil bun bun, it’s a habit at this point.

Picky:

•Girl is VERY protective of her precious kitchen. Whenever she’s cooking she doesn’t let anyone but Bubba or DogDay in. Anyone else and they will be yelled at in angry pig language.

•She cooks mad food bro. If she isn’t there you might as well just die, it’s not worth it.

•”Can we get McDonald’s?” “We got McDonald’s at home.”

•Her favorite show is Hell’s Kitchen and her favorite movie is Ratatouille and Rainy with a chance of meatballs. Change my mind.

•She and Bubba are high-key sibling core Ngl. On the second Tuesday of every month they exchange information. Picky will give him the other critters current diets, weight and physical health and Bubba will give her cooking recipes. No one but them knows about this.

CraftyCorn:

•Girlie definitely ate paint and drew on walls. She is the least likely to have never purposely tasted the purple watercolor pigment and drank the cursed paint water potion.

•She gets high off of scented markers, I don’t make the rules. Her favorite flavor of marker is blue.

•She probably bedazzles everything given to her. Oh that moldy chicken nugget? It’s shinier than a disco ball now. Your favorite hoodie you gave her bc she’s ur tiny girlfriend? She’s now a walking diamond. Your grandmas ashes? Granny has never looked better! Your kidney? The only kidney stones I’m seeing are the stones blinding me because holy shit, i have a bedazzling problem.

•She teaches the others how to draw during the weekend. Whenever someone finished a project she hangs them on her walls and her favorites go on the fridge. Bubba can’t draw, but he still tries.

•Since she’s the only one who really has hair, Bobby likes styling her hair into silly little styles. Her favorite to put on her are pigtails and braids.

Bobby:

•She loves physical affection. She loves touching, being around people, yes. She definitely gives the best hugs out of all of them.

•Bitch probably wears heart shaped glasses when out with the girlies. They do find it attractive.

•We need more fat girl appreciation bro. Make her a big girl. I wanna see people draw her as a unit. She’s a bear, give her chonk! Healthy fat girls are hot, make her hot XCCCCCC ‼️‼️‼️‼️

•She’s decently strong, due to bear. Not as strong as Bubba, but still pretty strong as she’s the only one who can lift most of them off the ground at the same time.

•She probably writes love letters to the others but never sends them. Right to the shredder!

•She and DogDay are in a poly relationship with the other critters. They are in a very happy relationship and it’s very wholesome.

Finally just for shits and giggles, here’s every time I mentioned a critter outside their own head cannons

DogDay: 2

Catnap: 4

Kickin: 3

Bubba: 11

Hoppy: 2

Picky: 2

Crafty: 0 (Fucking loser)

Bobby: 2

I do not have a bias. No

Not one.

#shit post #smiling critters #poppy playtime smiling critters #dogday #catnap #kickinchickin #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #picky piggy #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #headcanon #head cannons #head canon

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peterparkerincorrectquotes · 2 years

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For character opinion bingo

Miles morales Spiderman and spider Gwen from into the spider verse :)

the movie was very good so I don’t know why I didn’t hyperfixate on it!!!!! i’m not as mentally ill about these two but I think they are neat :]

#seriously have no idea why I didn’t hyperfixate on it #it’s got the found family dynamic that I love #I think maybe I was hyperfixating on something else when I first watched it so it didn’t latch on #next time I have no hyperfixation maybe i’ll rewatch it LMAO #maybe then i’ll adopt it #also when I first watched the movie…… gwen ❤️❤️❤️#mcu #marvel #miles morales #spiderman #spider gwen #ask parky #centimeter-tries-to-communicate

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Dirty Little Secret + Pt. 2

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH x FEM READER

Summary: You've made a clean break and gone back to your roots.

Warnings/Tags: No major warnings, slight angsty thoughts/feelings, reader is coping, very light allusions to sex but nothing explicit, no use of Y/N

(Notes: No smut this chapter. Main focus is setting up the rest of the story and introducing Aunt Rue. I love Aunt Rue.

Short and inner-angsty, but with self-comfort? Anyway, she's dealing with it. Think of this chapter as the bridge between what happened before and what's going to happen next. And Kilroy is a fictional seaside village that I made up.)

Word Count: 1.3

The sound of the ocean had always been soothing to you. Given the chance, you would start every day this way, listening to the waves and the squawk of sea birds, the crunch of gravel beneath your feet.

As you picked your way along the pebbled shore, a bit of sea glass caught your eye and you stopped, toeing away the other rocks and detritus around it. It was a mottled Prussian blue, about a centimeter in diameter, the edges smooth with no chips or cracks. You held it up to the sun, huffing out a soft laugh at the effect. Bringing it back to your chest, you wiped away the grit that still clung to it with your thumb as you studied it. It was the right shade and size. You pocketed it and continued on your way.

You had become accustomed to taking these walks along the shore since moving back to Kilroy, a small village near Brighton. After things went tits up in Hereford, you had done what any heartbroken lass would do, you ran home. Home for you was your Aunt Rue's crumbling old cottage in Kilroy. It was where you spent your teenage years before going off to uni, working part time in her bakery while dreaming of a glamorous life in London.

That had been your goal back then, to live in the big city as a successful, independent career woman. That naive young woman would have been mortified to know that she would one day return to Kilroy, but you weren't that idealistic girl anymore.

Hereford was a far cry from London, yet you had barely scraped by on your own while living there; London would have eaten you alive. At least here, you knew people, felt a sense of community and familiarity. It had been so lonely living on your own, feeling isolated and forgotten. Perhaps that was why you had clung so desperately to Johnny, glad to receive what little attention he offered you, though what you received were mere scraps, really.

You sighed and shook your head, cutting off the thought before it had time to take root. It had been over six months, and you were finally in a decent headspace again. Getting over Johnny truly was like kicking an addiction; one misstep and you would be spiraling again. You sometimes wondered if you would ever be able to completely get him out of your system.

Even now, he still had an effect on your life, making you wary of the men who tried to chat you up. You just assumed they were out to get a leg over, so you often came off as cold and reserved, and in some cases, right down defensive. The thought of letting another man into your bed, letting another man touch you, use you, made you a little nauseous, to be honest. At this point, you would equate your love life with a frozen tundra— cold, bleak and depressing.

Meanwhile, Aunt Rue was still picking up blokes at the pub and bringing them home to spend the night. That had taken some getting used to. Before, when you were still a teenager, she had kept her love life lowkey, but since your return, she had no such qualms about it. It was nothing, now, to come downstairs in the morning and find some strange bloke sipping tea in one of her kimono robes at the kitchen table. Except for that one in nothing but his boxers. That had been a bridge too far.

Still, living and working with Aunt Rue had changed your perspective about a lot of things. Men and relationships, for one, living your best life, for another. You had come to realize that Aunt Rue was the role model you should have been fashioning yourself after this whole time.

She lived her life by her own rules, unapologetically and without regret. She didn't need a man around to take care of her, but she still enjoyed their company and sought it out without shame or guilt. She had carved out her own little niche in the world and was comfortable living in her own skin. Those were the goals you were striving for, now.

You checked the time on your phone, then made your way back towards the stairs leading up to the boardwalk. It was almost time to open the bakery, and Rue would be in full baking mode by now, and in need of your help.

The walk through the village was a pleasant one, the chill winds of spring giving way to the warmer climes of the approaching summer. There were still signs of the May Day celebration lingering about, artificial flower wreaths and arrangements kept on display in the shops.

That had been a fun day, you and your aunt setting up a booth on the boardwalk with the other businesses and vendors, selling summer-inspired treats as you watched the light-hearted chaos of the holiday unfold. There had even been a news crew from Brighton in attendance recording the festivities for a local television station.

As you neared the bakery, you couldn't help but smile at the lavender and white striped awning with the name of the shop printed across it: 'Rue the Day Bakery'. Taking out your keys, you let yourself in, tossing a hand up in greeting to one of the neighboring shop owners who was setting up a folding chalkboard sign outside their store.

"That you, love?" Rue called from the back, alerted by the bell above the door.

"Yeah. Just in from my walk," you called back, removing your jacket. You walked to the back to leave your jacket and bag in the office, then entered the kitchen, the smell of fresh baked bread the most prevalent today. You could always tell what day it was just by the smell of the bakery. Rue had just turned from an open oven, a tray of hot loaf pans clasped between her mitted hands. The rounded brown tops of bread gave off a mouthwatering aroma.

"Well, you're lookin' bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this mornin'," she greeted you, setting the tray on one of the metal tables against the wall. "Come help me turn these out, before ya get started on the front."

You grabbed a pair of spare oven mitts and set to work beside her, tipping out the loaves and placing them on a large cooling rack. "These turned out lovely, Aunt Rue. Save us a loaf for dinner. I'll make those open-faced sandwiches you like."

"Ooh! Ya got yourself a deal, love." She went back to her workstation and began to scrape the stuck dough off the surface with a pastry cutter, prepping it for the next round of baking. "Mind makin' me a cuppa? Think I'll take a break before starting on the rolls."

"Sure. Be right back." You went to the front, getting the hot water urns filled and switched on, glancing out the shop window to see Red, the postman, making his way down the shops, delivering the post. He was a regular, so you knew he would be in soon for his large to-go cuppa and buttered rolls with jam.

You stooped below the counter to grab your aunt's favorite oolong tea, but the box was empty. "Crap," you mumbled. "Should be another box back here somewhere…"

The bell above the door jingled, no doubt Red, you figured. "Be with ya in a tick," you called out, still rummaging about for the elusive oolong.

"Take yer time," was the reply, but it most definitely was not Red. This voice was deeper, a bit raspy and distinctly Scottish.

You shot to your feet, eyes wide, heart already breaking into a gallop as you gaped at the man standing before you. "What are you doing here?" you blurted out, shocked.

Johnny tilted his head, blue eyes flashing. "Hello, bonnie."

part 1 part 3

#john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x fem reader #john soap mactavish x fem reader #cod soap #cod soap mactavish #cod john soap mactavish

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˜”*°•.˜”*°• Solo: Pure Imagination (EN) •°*”˜.•°*”˜

TW: Violence; Torture.

The lights of the badly illuminated room flickered- the smell of dry blood apparent for anyone with a good sense of smell, and the Sinner was opening his eye -for his disgrace- in this seedy basement.

He was tied to a chair, with strong ropes and some simple yet efficient plastic handcuffs around his wrists, just in case.

"Shit...don't fuck with me!" He knew why he was here. A moment ago, (or perhaps hours ago) the assassin found the place he was living at, entered the apartment by force, and she didn't take long in putting him to sleep to bring him here.

This wasn't the first time she did this with someone else, but it also wasn't the first time this specific Sinner tried to avoid paying what him and the mute agreed upon.

Leaving her phone on the only table there was, the fallen angel would let a single song play in the background for them both, on loop, not too loud but not too low either.

◸Well, you're finally awake.◿

Her mind invaded the other's to be able to communicate with that voice that resonated with an echo, and for one reason or another, that only managed the poor bastard to let out a small yelp.

It didn't take long for this one to intensify once Neo walked closer, taking the cigarette that rested between her lips, and holding it between index and thumb to press the point against the exposed shoulder of the Sinner.

"AAAAUGH! Fuck!-" The voice of the demon broke a bit with something as simple as that, but the sadism in the ex-Exorcist's face only got fed, apparent in the form of a half-smile.

"Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...I'm sorry! I-I know I'm late with the payment-" The Sinner breathed heavily while trying to look for an excuse, but it was the third time, and that meant that the patience of the assassin reached its limit.

Walking in circles around the chair while the clicking of her heels resonated around the room, -like if she was some kind of predator- Neo only stopped once behind the chair, leaning a bit from behind while breathing calmly, and with the smile still being present before she picked the round chin of the demon from behind, with one of her gloved hands.

◸I gave you options to pay for making me wait, but I need the money. Now. It's nothing personal, only business. And you know well what were the conditions when you decided to hire me. Third time's the charm, love. I also need to survive.◿

Honestly, Neo wouldn't like to be in the place of these fuckers, without power, or talent, and at this point, with no family or friends.

◸You offered me the life of your only friends and the only family you had left. What a little bastard you are. Everything only to save your ass, but was it worth it?◿

Letting the chin go, the mute took a step back to have more room, and then kicked the chair so it could fall to the front, managing for the Sinner to hit his face against the hard and cold floor, and with him letting out another painful sob.

Before he could even try to move to fall on his side, the ex-Exorcist manifested her Angelic weapon in one hand, and then unsheathed the hidden blade of the parasol to make a fast and clean cut behind the knees of the demon.

"A-AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" From the pain itself, the Sinner tried to move however he could, well tied to the seat and finally moving enough to get on his side; tears apparent on his only eye.

The smell of fresh blood had Neo smiling a little more, to the point her teeth could be seen slightly, and inevitably, the fallen angel let her tongue pass over her lips.

◸Shhh...tsch, tsch, tsch...◿ Getting closer, the assassin got down on one knee, tightening her fist around the handle of her sword, and getting the bloodied blade closer to her mouth to clean it with her tongue.

After letting a soft chuckle escape her defective throat, the woman let the point of her sword rest mere centimeters away from the Sinner's face.

◸You can survive being crippled if you're witty, but it will be your choice. You either tell me where you hide the money in that shitty apartment of yours, or I will kill you here and now.◿ After making a small pause, Neo couldn't help but rejoice in the absolute terror that she could read on the face of the demon, who was having difficulty to answer, with how much he was crying.

◸Well?◿ Tilting her head to the side, the ex-Exorcist smiled with false kindness. It always helped to present herself to the Sinners with her more humanoid form. It helped to remind them she was closer to being an Exorcist than a demon, or that's what she thought, but it was efficient.

"The...the...the closet of my room has a double floor- please, I swear...I swear!...you can find all the money I have in there, take it all- but please...let me live...I beg of you!" Between sob and sob, the Sinner closed his eye and avoided looking directly to the other, whom let her own expression to soften a little.

◸See? It wasn't all that hard in the end!◿ While she communicated so, she let her free hand pat the poor bastard's cheek, and then, Neo got back up and got closer to the table where her phone was, taking it, and keeping it in one of her pockets.

"A-Aren't you going to free me? Please- I said I wasn't lying...p-please...don't leave me here-"

Biting her bottom lip, and laughing softly again, the assassin looked over her shoulder and then turned around, sheathing her sword back to the other piece of her parasol, and letting this one rest over her shoulder after.

◸You can figure out how to get out, but I don't want you to get too far in case you're lying to me. You can't even trust your own shadow in a place like this, eh?◿

She was half-smiling, confidently. She was disgusting, but it's not like the demon could do much in a situation like this.

Turning around again, the mute let the profound sounds of her throat hum the song that the phone has been playing, and then, she got on her way to get out by the main exit.

Instead of communicating anything via telepathy, she looked behind for a last time, and waved her goodbyes with the free hand before going out, closing the door behind her, and leaving the Sinner in complete silence. Alone in the dark.

#Exorcist AU #tw violence #tw torture #drabbles #ENGLISH TRANSLATION

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One shots

What was he supposed to do? Or say? Or even try?

It was his fault, he felt, got hurt, and now, he got found, due to his bright luck.

He thought about running as fast as possible, but he was in the corner, his legs barely supported his weight, and two giant, grinning eyes were pinning him to the wall.

He couldnt move, nor talk, his mouth was dry, his heart beated much faster than requested, and his eyes stung badly.

He tried to mutter few words, but only a squeak came out of him, he could only cry, not fight.

He was trying hard not to collapse, his small body shaking incontrollably, streams of tears down his cheeks.

And sobs.

The large human smiled, it would have been able to crush an entire colony, being taller than the ant-mountains, mountains built by ants.

And he? He was just an instect, barely an inch tall, his wings being almost the same of the bees, his rolled tongue, his small dark four eyes, his antennas, his extra set of skinny arms, his hands being darker than the rest of his skin with a fade.

He was just a humble, bumble bee, from the small colonies his race was used to make.

And after falling into a pool, fighting for his life, something huge, bigger than anything, lifted him as a giant raft, before he blacked out.

He still couldnt understand what it was, something so big, he could remember towers, five of them at the end of the soft raft, towers that moved.

But he had much bigger problems right now.

He was on a wooden surface, two perfectly flat walls behind him, and right in front of him, the largest face hed ever seen.

To look at the human he had to look up, but then something else came, a giant hand lowered towards him, making him whimper, shutting his eyes closed with a loud "Ah!".

He covered himself with his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, before he heard a small "thud" right infront of him.

After waiting few more seconds, the shivering being opened his eyes a little, only to see the enormous hand rest in front of him, with the index finger tapping infront of him as if it was waiting.

The human was indeed intrigued, and watching in fact, hoping to see some reaction from the smallest miniature hed ever seen, and hoped that he could somehow communicate with it, except, the creature was barely an inch tall, making the human realize how any movement could be deadly for it.

On the other hand, the small insect was confused, terrified, had no idea of what was happening, and a giant finger tapping on the wooden surface rhythmically, slowly, making low, loud sounds, and the ground shake slightly, his small ears twitched.

He just looked at the hand, even if it was resting, almost five whole centimeters from the insect, it towered the small being.

The nail being half his height, he cowered behind his arms, keeping himself wrapped, his knees to his chest.

The moment the human realized he would get no reaction, he tried poking the little thing, that soon enough made it clear it wasnt a good idea.

The giant human stretched the tapping finger, moving closer and closer, until with the tip of the index, he poked the side of the creature, that due to the sudden touch, screamed.

As the smaller crawled away from the hand with a small squeak, the human quickly took his hand off, trying to calm the smaller, failing.

The creature cried and tried to put more space between himself and the human, that looked down at the shouting small on the table.

The winged thing, not being able to walk at all, tried flapping its wings, but with one being ripped and the other wet, it only caused a small buzz to be heard for a few moments.

Two giant hands took place in both sides, the only directions the bee could run towards, desperation building itself as he quickly took a fatal position and cried desperatly.

The human stared down, curious about the buzzing thing on the table, he feared it would fly but soon understood the small couldnt, so he decided to put his hands around the area of the tiny being, to prevent it running away and falling in another pool, probably.

Miniatures were smart, but the human hardly believed that the moment he found one in the pool, struggling, and kicking its way to freedom, only to be rescued by the gymnast.

The guy just wanted to launch himself in the water after his course.

And he knew very little about these smaller creatures that populated the earth, he knew that they were social creatures, thats all.

The human leaned towards the table, his hands getting closer to the thing, he wanted to talk to it, but he thought the volume would be too loud for him even if he whispered.

His finger slowly reached for the back of the creature as it curled to the ground, holding his head while whimpering, the finger tried as gentle as possible to caress the back of the thing, that surprisingly, didnt scream or tried to crawl away again.

Instead, it let out a short, loud, squeak, that reminded a small mouse.

It kept its fatal position, sobbing and (probably) praying, every time the finger got away just to caress again, the insect gave out a suffocated scream.

The human, resting its head on the arms, which in turn, rested on the table, a distance that felt short for the human and almost two mansions for the creature.

It was then, that the human understood something, he leaned closer to the being, that having its head covered, didnt see, and tried to get a peek of what the creature could be possibly saying, that he maybe misunderstood as squeaks like animal noises.

His ear got closer and closed, now being able to detect sobs and cries, and small, muffled words that made him stop caressing the creature's back as it repeated pleases and begs not to get crushed.

It kept sobbing, asking for help, making the bigger one finally talk.

As he whispered as reassuring and as soft as he could, he let out a small, breathy sentence, telling the creature not to be afraid, making it stop talking for a moment.

The warm breath of the human washed over the insect, making it realize just how close it was to him, the instinct screaming to stand and run, to crawl away, to get away from the large being as fast as possible.

But he couldnt move.

Two eyes, bigger than his body.

A mouth that could gulp him alive, chew him, limb by limb.

He whimpered, his mucles became like pudding, his heart almost stopped before going too fast, cold sweat forming, before everything turned black again.

He heard a thud, his head hurt and that was it.

He prayed he'd wake up again, but doubted highly the gods were listening.

#fear play #giant #giant tiny #gt fearplay #tiny #gianttiny #gt angst #macro #micro #de-humanization

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In 2005, actor Daniel Day-Lewis visited Gaza and witnessed the arrogance and crimes of the occupation up close. He narrated his experience, feelings and position in an influential five-page article that sparked the anger of the entity and its gang. These are excerpts from it:

“This is an apartheid state. It took me less than a week to lose neutrality. And through this I might throw stones at the tanks.”

In the Gaza Strip, the Israeli army responds to stone throwing with bullets. He responds to bombings and attacks launched by Palestinian militants by bulldozing homes and olive groves in search of the perpetrators, punishing their families, and establishing buffer zones to protect Israeli settlements. It blocks access to villages and multiplies checkpoints, cutting off Gazans from the outside world. MSF psychiatrists try to help Palestinian families cope with the pressures of living within these borders, by treating severe trauma and listening to their stories. These visits are sometimes the only sign that they have not been abandoned.

Israeli tanks and armored bulldozers can come without warning, often at night. The noise alone, for a people forced to suffer these violations year after year, is enough to freeze the soul. Israeli snipers are stationed on rooftops. They order homeowners to leave; They don't even have time to gather pots, pans, papers and clothes before bulldozers crush the unprotected buildings like dinosaurs trampling eggs. Those caught in the incursion area will be shot. Even those hiding inside their homes may be shot or bombed through walls, windows and roofs. The white flag carried by humanitarian workers offers little protection; We may be subjected to warning shots at least twice before the week is over.

Sometimes families do not leave the area being raided, because if they leave they will lose everything. Staying at home is a big risk. Sometimes the house is occupied by Israeli forces, and the family is forced to stay there as protection for the soldiers. Last year, an average of 120 homes were demolished per month. In the past four years, 28,483 Gazans have been forcibly evacuated; And the destruction of more than half of the usable land in #Gaza, which consists mainly of orchards. Last year, 658 Palestinians were killed in violence in Gaza, along with dozens of Israelis. This plowing, house after house, orchard after orchard, turns the community into a wasteland, scattered and combined with a stunted crop of broken glass, nails, books, and abandoned possessions. As we make our way toward the home of Abu Saghir and his family – one of many families we will visit today – we walk over broken histories and aspirations.

One day, Rafael Eitan, the former chief of staff, likened the Palestinian people to “drugged cockroaches moving and floundering inside a bottle.” In 1980 he told his officers: "We have to do everything to make them so miserable that they will leave." He opposed all attempts to grant them autonomy in the occupied territories. Twenty-five years later, it seems to me that his position and policy have been implemented with great enthusiasm.

Watchtowers are these evil structures with malicious shadows of power all over the land. On our third day, as we stood at the torn edge of the refugee camp in Rafah, the forbidden border area between Gaza and Egypt, bullets pierced the sand a yard and a half away from where we were standing. In this place was Iman Al-Hams, a helpless schoolgirl who had been shot just weeks before. She ran and tried to hide here from the cruel death that came to her. I felt her presence. The sky shakes with its shallow, fluttering breaths of its last terror.

[Killing the little girl Iman]

Soldier 1: “We recognized a person standing on his feet 100 meters away.

Soldier 2: “A girl about 10 years old.”

Soldier 2: “She is behind the trench, half a meter away, scared to death. The bullets were right next to her, one centimeter away.”

Signal soldier: “We shot her. Yes, it seems she was hit.”

Captain R: “Roger, yes. She just went down. Me and a few other soldiers are moving forward to confirm her death.”

Soldier 2: “Catch her, catch her. There's no need to kill her.”

Captain R: “...We fired and killed her...I confirmed the kill...Anyone who moves in the area, even if he is three years old - an old child, must be killed, finished.”

A military investigation determined that Captain R “did not act unethically.” He still faces criminal charges. Two soldiers swore they saw him intentionally shoot her in the head, emptying the entire magazine of his gun into her.

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#Palestine #Free Palestine #Gaza #gaza strip #daniel day lewis

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