#GRASIS

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[babyblankyerror]

"You're welcome" I whisper to myself as I draw this

[j2x3e]

Ayamatsu: Reinhard's Birthday Animation

[settecamara]

DYING

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Lindsey (Grasis) Kuffrey

[ndostairlyrium]

Hello there!

Just for funsies: how would Ela react to this nice and wonderful piece of news? Would it have changed something if she had known from the start?

https://www.tumblr.com/felassan/774765943413997568/dragon-age-deep-lore-in-the-internal-wiki?source=share

@/felassan's post / the thread on bsky

I'm kinda baffled myself to be honest hahahahah

Even though, it would have been rather interesting to know what was the reasoning behind the headcanon, which doesn't really make sense because their marriage wasn't one of convenience, to say the least. Like, maybe she was so desperate to conceive that she asked for a favor straight to Teagan because he and Eamon share the same blood? I mean, I don't like Teagan (shocker! :'D) but this is slightly out of character. It would have been interesting with the right premises tho, and within what is given to us as canon o: like, maybe there was an arrangement of some sort and Eamon was the one behind the plan. It would have painted him under a very different light. Like, I'd be ready with popcorns! But fair enough, it's an headcanon. No biggie.

...and after three million words, here's the reply lol

Let's presume it's canon:

She would be mad about it but not surprised. Elanor comes from nobility, and technically she still is, so she has seen the inner workings enough to call them "normal". Not that she likes it, it's the opposite, actually. That's one of the reasons why she did her very best to keep Alistair out of it, and why she keeps out of it herself - camera pans to a titanic pile of unread missives from her brother.

After what they have done to Alistair, and the way Eamon wanted to use him, she has a very poor consideration of the three. When she hears the news, Ela gets her confirmation that everything they do is calculated to the max.

However, the information wouldn't change much, to be fair. It's nobles being nobles; even those that appear just, deep down have done some nasty shit to preserve their position.

She doesn't care about their family business, really, and she's not one that retaliates. It'd be more of a "ugh nasty" moment rather than "let's tell xyz about it". She knows that the more you get involved, the more you're at risk of being played and discarded awfully. And the fact that there's a traumatized kid involved doesn't really make her want to twist the knife on anyone's wound.

[batshikns]

some1 pissed me off to the point i touched grass...

w.wiahh.......

[toughpaperround]

Grasie Mercedes

An actor, writer, and producer known to 911 (fox) fans as Beth, one of the Mums in an ill-fated prenatal yoga class, in episode 1x07 'Full Moon (Creepy AF)'. [Photo here with castmates]

She was staff writer on 'Perfect Harmony' and has acted in 'Grand Crew' as well as several short films. (gifset here from Grand Crew). Grasie is also known as a style vlogger.

Grasie is notable in having recorded a podcast interview of Oliver Stark as part of her 'Not (blank) enough' series. [YouTube, castbox]

They discuss a wide range of thoughtful topics from body image, to the joys of self-taping, to white privilege... and how day players (guest actors) on shows are treated at times, and how he and others of the main cast make especial efforts to make 9-1-1 day players feel welcomed and comfortable.

[IMDb] [other 911 cast bios]

[kalodont]

because i am insane i have decided to draw all of the characters (well most of them at least (the important ones)) from all of my stories

this is the first batch

story: Niti Grasi

[obsessionoverflow]

I MISS GRAND CREW! 🥺🥺🥺

[boycannibal]

2nd route of bleaching my hair and auwwauwauawauawua

[222dra]

[rockeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

mmm... I enjoy picking and schoosing the way that i type words and not being confined to any specific "Styles" .. i can create Any voice in the world with my typings if i put my Whole Entire 🫀🫀🫀heart🫀🫀 into it ;333 So fun so Sawesome!

[ghostgirl-22]

omg! omg! omg! do you have ideas on older jealous art? like what if he saw patrick on the date with helen at the hotel instead? or maybe saw patrick on a date with another man (grosu? 👀) and got really upset but didn’t understand why!

Oh yes, oh yes….<3

I think Art goes in the sauna, yes that sauna. But it’s before they ever meet up the night before they play the final.

CW: NSFWish, 18+

Summary: in which Art has a Karen moment because how dare you try and take his man—that he really doesn’t want (he promises). And no he doesn’t know what he’s weirdly sexually confused about. But it’s not that.

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Art’s winning again. He’s mostly playing kids who are just so happy to be there or sad older guys who are so jaded and defeated about the idea of playing him that they’ve beaten themselves before Art even has to do anything. But still he is winning and it does feel good.

He’s trying to put the idea of Patrick out of his mind. Tashi tells him every single day, “He’s never going to make it to the final. He’s gonna choke. That’s his thing.” But Art notices every round he wins Patrick wins too.

His body is sore and he always feels better in the heat but being who he is in the tennis world he usually waits till really late at night to relax in the sauna. He’s sure no one else is going to be there so he’ll get a moment of peace and quiet without any of the younger players gawking over him or asking him career questions. But as soon as he pushes open the door he realizes he’s not alone at all. Patrick’s sitting on the bench and he’s not alone. He’s got some guy kneeling between his legs. The guy quickly gets to his feet when he hears the door and Art recognizes him vaguely from the draw. Victor Grasi or Grossi. Something.

The guy wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and Patrick—very slowly— pulls the towel over himself, offering Art a smirk.

Art can feel his skin heating up. He wants to turn and run but he can’t move. His stomach is suddenly swooping around like he’s riding a rollercoaster. He didn’t know Patrick did stuff like that… with boys.

“What’s up Donaldson?” Patrick says brightly, like Art didn’t just catch him with some stupid pretty boy between his legs. “I’ve been meaning to come see you.”

Art glares at him still struggling to form words. He hasn’t seen Patrick this close in so many, many years. He still smiles with his eyes but they crinkle now with age and around the edges of that smile he looks like he might be tired(sad?). And not just from lack of sleep. His hair’s shorter, skin darker the way it always was in the summertime. It makes all his freckles that much more visible. Art hates to admit the facial hair looks kinda good on him.

His body looks good too… Art’s eyes drift downward over where the towel is covering his very hard dick.

”I am so sorry Mr. Donaldson I’m a big fan. I think you are so talented. Not many Americans can win on clay,” Whatever his name is saying with a thick accent Art can’t place. It pulls Art out of whatever daze he was in. God was he just staring? Why was he fucking staring? He looks at Patrick’s face again and he’s looking at Art, amused. Smug.

Art’s annoyed all over again.

“And your game against Padilla.” The kid is still talking. “That was so good. I rewatched it twice. You’re so—“

“Thanks,” Art interrupts, his tone clipped. He’s not sure why he’s suddenly irritated with his presence. This dumb kid, probably 24 or 25, pink cheeks, perfect body just on his knees for…

“Didn’t he beat you yesterday?” Art asks, meanly, with a smirk.

His pretty little face goes stormy and Art feels a cruel internal joy when he sees it.

He mutters something in another language but Art’s certain it’s a swear word.

“I just—it was a bad day. I’m ranked much higher than him.” The kid tries to recover but he’s clearly embarrassed.

“Sure, exactly. It was just a bad day, Grosu,” Patrick chimes in, smiling as he rubs himself idly. “Lemme make you feel better.”

“You’re no good for me, Zweig.” The kid mutters.

“That’s not what you said last night,” Patrick smirks up at him.

Art’s jaw sets with irritation. Especially when Patrick’s grabbing at the kid’s waist and pulling him closer. Art’s not trying to look but for whatever reason his eyes trail back down. Probably because Patrick is just so insistently hard. And he’s touching it, just casually touching it.

The weirdest part is the way Art can feel his own balls tightening. It makes no fucking sense. He can’t possibly be getting hard. He’s one fucking step away from talking to his doctor about Viagra because he can’t get it up for someone as fucking beautiful as his wife and right now on a random night in the middle of the sauna is when he’s just ready to go. Brilliant. It’s like the universe just enjoys finding new ways to fuck with him.

The kid has forgotten about him, mesmerized by Patrick. Letting Patrick just touch him, all over. Art feels like his blood is boiling hotter than the room. He hurries outside without another word before the way his cock is swelling becomes visible to them. Not that they fucking care.

He’s barely made it into the locker room toilet stall when he’s leaning against the door jerking himself stupid. The whole thing is so fucked because in his head he’s imagining Patrick’s hands all over him. Touching him. Fucking him. Not that stupid pretty boy loser. Fucking loser. Fucking loser. Fucking loser. His mind chants over and over, not sure if it’s about the kid or Patrick or himself. All the while his hand is racing over his dick, so desperate until he’s coming hard, spraying his load all over his hand and the toilet seat. “Oh fuck,” he gasps.

Because what the fuck is he doing? He’s too old for this shit. Mind games and lust and weird teenaged flirting. He needs to go home to his wife and kid. He’s a grown up. He has responsibilities. Patrick’s still a fucking child. Just doing whatever he wants. Just fucking whoever he wants. Like Tashi. It’s been years and it still stings. And now some stupid fucking boy sucking his dick when anyone could just walk in. It’s offensive. Art should probably complain. Tell that loser kids coach or whoever he’s working with that he needs to focus and maybe not fuck around with someone like Patrick Zweig. He cleans up quickly and hurries to go wash his hands.

He spots movement behind him in the mirror and turns to see Patrick walking from the lockers towards the shower. Naked. With only a towel on his head. God how long was he in here? Did he hear Art?

Patrick stops to smirk at him. He’s not hard anymore which means he probably fucked the kid. It’s still so fucking big even when he’s soft. Art swallows. “What do you want?” He manages.

“Nothing. You just look pretty flushed. Are you okay?” He says, grinning (like he knows what Art did). “I thought you went home.” He wraps the extra towel he’s got draped over his shoulder around his waist, covering himself and Art relaxes a bit.

“I am going home,” Art says. “Where’s the dumb kid?”

Patrick laughs, “You know he’s 27, right.”

“Well he’s still a loser,” Art shrugs. He doesn’t care. He hopes he never sees him again. (And that Patrick doesn’t either).

“God, must feel good to walk around with all that power. He got so in his head from your little comment. He wanted to go home. Didn’t even want to finish. It’s like he didn’t even remember how much fun we had last night after drinks.”

Art’s not sure how to take any of that. On one hand he’s mildly satisfied that he sent the kid into a tailspin, but still fucking irritated that he… that he what… that he got to fuck Patrick in the first place? This is so fucked. He can’t want this. He cannot want this.

“Well you’re not dressed yet.” Patrick continues, casually. “You sure you don’t want to join me and clean up in the shower?”

“I uh— uh—“ Art stammers, while he white knuckles the towel on his waist, his heart rate picking up and the distant feeling of arousal that he’d just conquered incredibly stirring again. He wants this. Fuck he wants this. “No I—“

“I’m just teasing,” Patrick shrugs, interrupting before Art can finish. An oddly melancholic expression flitting over his face. And then immediately back to being his usual carefree (careless?) self. If not a little more distant. Formal. “Good night, Donaldson, see you in the final.”

“Good night,” Art says, feeling his stomach sink just a little bit. He wishes he didn’t— but he believes it now with 100 percent certainty that Patrick is right— that they’re both going to end up there.

(Sorry anon that this took so long and also I apologize if this is what you were looking for. It’s been hectic so I didn’t have much time to get to into it— also wanted to leave a little space for canon to canon lol. Art is still so mad that he’s attracted to Patrick he needs to hurt him more 😭)

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Lindsey Kuffrey

[yellow-pikmin-posting]

aaaahem

EVERYONE. GAATHER AROUND RIGHT HERE OK. @c-posting @doodlebug-posting @glowling-posting GATHER

We are goign on an ADVENTURE to find.my lost friend uhm. theyvre a red pikmin. spiky. good at "whistling". apparently has heen alone for a long long time which is sad so we are GOING TO FIND THEM

un fortunatelt i uhm

have never gone. very far. hav not gone past the uh "sun spekled plateu" ever in my wholenwhole life i think so uh said they were in a grasy planty place? anyone know where those are (aside from just Every Where)