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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year ago

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Hello! Recently I've been reading your works (usually twst, disney and sometimes oc) and im really interested.

I would like to request yandere cinderella x reader please if thats okay!

Im not sure if there is any request rules i should follow since i cant really find any or if its open so sorry if i broke any of them! Btw no need to answer this if you aren't interested or dont have the energy, im just curious in how you would write them since they are very unique and nicely written. Remember please take care of yourself and take rest when you need to!! (since you literally post almost everyday)

I try I do post everday, though I'm surprised anyone noticed 🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Genderbend Cinderella x Reader

To say you didn’t like you’re step-brother would be an understatement.

You hated him.

Him and all that he stood for.

It was disgusting, how wicked Ellwick was to you and your family. Not wicked in the way that he looked down on you; more so in the way that his existence was an obstacle to yours. Currently he made it his mission to insert himself where he never belonged, constantly upending your rightful place. You remembered the time before the single father and son duo shoved their way into your family’s lives. It was peaceful, well as peaceful as life with your family could be. Guns, knifes, drugs, cement shoes–the life that meant serving your family and running the city from behind the scenes. Your mother, your brother, and the many associates that joined your family.

What can you say? Blood is binding especially when spilt.

Cinder Ellwick and his father came into your home under the silly notion of ‘healthy’ love. As if fighting alongside one another wasn’t love, these men marched into your lives expecting to ‘fix’ your already perfect family.

Your brother and the many others could spot the foolishness in their morale, unfortunately your mother could not. Which devastated her the moment her new husband got his rightful comeuppance.

“He shouldn’t have joined the game, if he didn’t know how to play.”

Your brother scoffed under his breath during your mother’s mournful eulogy. You couldn’t help but agree. Only irritating you more when your mother dressed in black brought the blonde-headed boy to you two saying something along the lines of him being a permanent burden on your family.

“It’s what he would’ve wanted.”

So what? It was his fault for getting involved! His fault for getting kidnapped! His fault for refusing to arm himself, when you warned him! So why did you, your family, have to live with the nuisance?

“I’m going to try my best, to be apart of this family. Properly this time.”

“That’s good to hear, Ellwick.”

Not long after that he took up the role as you’re family’s cleanup crew, eliminating those your family marked. Unpaid debts and traitors were his targets, the scum of your faction–perfect level for Ellwick to begin truly becoming apart of this family. You’d think that’d be enough for him to feel included. But that’s just like him to be so greedy.

“May I come with you on that mission?”

Ellwick asked, still panting from running down the halls from Mother’s office trying to catch up to you and your brother. You both were prepared, dressed to the nines in comparison to him who was in a dirtied leather suit. It'd be a burden and embarrassment for him to come.

Your brother laughed, ” No chance! Look at you covered in cinders again! What’d you do, wrestle your target in a fire pit?”

Ellwick awkwardly smiled as your brother held his stomach. Laughter rising and eyes widening as if he had an epiphany. He points at the blonde, who barely winces at the pressure.

“Kind of like–Cinderwick! Haha!”

You rolled your eyes as he repeated the name inbetween his belly laughs. Ellwick’s smile was twitching on the otherhand turning his attention to you. Glaring at him you ushered your brother away, barely turning your head to the crushed boy.

“You can’t. We won’t be letting an outsider handle things as private as this.”

Many of your interactions would go like this. Cinderwick inserting himself in your personal business and you putting him in his place, your latest mission was no different. Only that you were older and more responsibility will have fallen to you. You had to step up more than ever.

“Alright my children as we discussed you will be infiltrating the gathering. Your target is the first son of the Mayor. Blackmail, romance him, kiss up, we need a foothold on the city. I can only trust my children.”

“Than why is he here?”

You shifted your eyes to the blond hitman who was standing barely a foot you and your brother. Your mother sighed.

“We need all hands on deck. Our competitors are in attendance as well. I wouldn’t be surprised if they try anything and I just can’t have my babies be put in danger.”

She held both you and your brother’s cheeks pinching it a little. Leaning into her touch you happily smiled at her over-endearment. Whereas your brother recoiled and wriggled away nursing his cheek.

“Aw geez Ma will you stop.”

“Now my children.” She looked to Ellwick.”All my children. I wish you the best.”

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It was almost commendable, how fast Cinderwick managed to do it. Wooing the son of the mayor and leading him on a wild goose chase that ultimately led to a grand proposal. To which he accepted.

There was a nervousness about him being the victor; a sudden power handed to someone who wasn’t apart of the family. He was in a position of power, a position that allowed him to string your family along.

“Congratulations my son! We’re happy you’ve found love in such a place!”

Sugarcoated words and fake pearly smiles were the next step in the mission. Officially tying the mayor to your family…all with a man who wasn’t apart of the family.

“Oh thank you step-mother! I can’t wait to have you and the family at our wedding.”

Your mother’s eye twitched at the ‘step’ but she maintained her smile letting Cinderwick cuddle into his fiance’s arm as they continued to chatter. It was revolting that it was he who returned to the estate with a cocky smile and a ring on his finger.

“Well you told all your children to do your best and they tried. So I will take the mantle up…as long as you agree to my terms.”

The following sentence had your mother sending you and your brother out of the room–treatment originally reserved for an outsider like him. Your brother stomped away dropping his emotionless persona, you followed.

“ARGH! How the heck did that slimy cinderblock idiot get ahead of us!? This is ridiculous!”

“...We tried…Arthur don’t do what I think you’re going to do.”

He turned to you the fire in his eyes directed to you.

“Tried?! We should’ve easily bested that bag of soot!”

Turning back around he made his way to his office slamming his mini fridge open to reveal a plethora of beers and cheap wine bottles. You thought you threw those out. You debated staying as he quickly began to chug the drinks haphazardly dropping the finished cans to the ground.

“Arthur. Don’t drink anything else.”

“Why!? Why wasn’t it me or you even!?”

“Well for one, typical romance isn’t exactly our field of expertise. I don’t know what you exp–”

You were cutoff by the ceramic smashing near the wall behind your head. Barely missing you it was lucky all you got was a cut from the ricochet glass shatter. It didn’t bother you, it seemed shallow, so you pressed further entering the room more. Closing and locking the door behind you as you closed in on your brother aiming to simply hug him.

It didn’t stop his drinking bout but it did bring him to a wobbly pause. Letting you slowly walk him away from the desk the alcohol sat. As if he was being taunted once he got barely three steps away he wrenched himself from your grip darting towards the alcohol. In his raw distracted strength he barely pushed you back into the decorative cabinet.

You would have repeated your attempt if it weren’t for the sudden grip of Ellwick’s leather glove on your wrist. Naturally you pulled yourself away or tried to. Struggling against his bone breaking hold, you ultimately relented as Arthur began to shove off the contents on his desk. Ellwick easily shoved you out of the room, successfully doing so. With that same force he pushes you against the wall, trapping you against it with his narrowed irises and presence alone.

“What are you doing?!”

“Its none of your business.”

“It is every bit my business! Why would you go anywhere near him when he’s in a drunken rage?”

“Because he’s family!” Your voice cracked with emotion, daring to look up at his softened blue eyes. With faux cough, you fixed yourself staring head on to the blonde before slipping past him.

“I don’t expect you to understand that though.”

Speed-walking out of the hall, your only goal was to return to your room hoping to finally relieve the burning sensation in your eyes. Ellwick on the other hand watched you walk away more specifically the cut that had let blood of yours trickle down.

In a fury like none other Ellwick made his way to the closed door. It was time to end this.

For good.

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“My son. I want you to know I will always love your mother and I’ll never stop loving her.”

“Right.”

“But I’ve found someone who makes me happy! Someone who will cherish me and you!”

“Okay.”

“The thing is…she has a very different line of work.”

Ellwick wasn’t sold. Even as young as he was there wasn’t an inherent attraction to the mafia-life. When he had the chance to he’d read a torrent of love-stories and twisted family relations all with mafia environments. It usually ended in death, somehow bringing a foreboding cloud over this new developement.

*Click*

“Whoa whoa little one I get that I’m not a replacement for any–”

“My gun. Take it.”

“E-excuse me?”

Ellwick didn’t really register you before this. Eyes widening as someone as tiny as you easily cocked and flipped the butt of a gun in the direction of his father. Wielding the weapon he’d only seen on those forbidden adult movies with such ease. A silent urgency on your part, you were offering your gun with a custom handle of your favorite color.

It was an uncharacteristic show of kindness.

The first he’d seen in a while.

Since the announcement of your parent’s engagement there was a tension birthed among your closest members and your family. It was a clear sentiment that they dared not express with Ellwick in the room or their boss for that matter.

‘You’re going to be a target. You’re going to die.’

Everyone wanted to say it. Hint at it. But the air was too thick and they were too scared to break the silence.

But not you.

You were the only one to tell it to him straight. Other than Ellwick himself. Of course the old geezer didn’t listen, avidly refusing to take your weapon and then attempting to get the weapon back from you.

It made you his favorite.

To think underneath such a cold exterior there was something soft–small but soft. Its what Ellwick told himself when you’d glare and insult him. He’s never found himself doing the same for your mother and brother. Only finding it in him to imagine their tortuous ends at his hands, he could never do that with you. Even when he began to do his work, he’d be all the more motivated when imagining two-thirds of his step-family.

Step-family. He didn’t like that title.

He hated associating you with that.

He liked you a lot more than that of a step-family.

He could handle the exclusion, the insults, the glares, all of it but he couldn’t have you being in the arms of someone else. So he pulled something he’d thought he buried long ago, charming the mayor’s son.

Having an influential leader’s heir willing to bend to his every whim and need made him powerful.

A threat.

So when your mother came to him practically begging for his forgiveness, Ellwick knew this was his chance to set everything in motion. So when you and your brother angrily departed he was prepared.

“The bit of your faction, handselected at my beck and call.”

“Done. You inform us of the policies and actions of the mayor?”

“Policies and upcoming legislation only. I’m not stalking my in-law.’

“Fine.“

“We meet once a month, I’ll come to you.”

“We can do that. Be willing to let your siblings visit you in-home during ermengenies?”

“Yes…I want (Y/n).”

“Excuse me?”

“I want (Y/n).

“You can’t be serious—”

“I am. I want full ownership of (Y/n) their activities, everything. Otherwise I’ll be inclined to fully inform the mayor and police department of what your true business entails.”

“I can’t possibly give you my child! Who do you think I am?!”

Ellwick made a face. Naturally and quickly pulling a gun out of his suit, earning a horrified reaction from his stepmother who was staring at the barrel. It’s not that Ellwick was unaware of the metal detectors and constant pat downs but when you’re a trained assassin this is light work.

“The same idiot, who thought’d I’d always be cleaning your messes. The same idiot who’s been ostracizing me and still put a gun in my hand.”

He moved closer but not close enough for his step-mother’s garrote-technique to be effective. He was almost inclined to reveal his companions ‘guarding her door or the poisoned dart in his cuff link. But he decided it wouldn’t be needed…not today at least.

“The same idiot who’s blind to the abusive alcholic she raised. That is more than likely hurting (Y/n) right now.”

“What’re you–”

“That’s what your first-husband was like, right? An alchoholic who ran the mafia with an iron fist.”

“Enough!...Fine. You can take them with you after your honeymoon.”

“Before.”

“Why would you–”

“Be-fore.”

“....It will be…done.”

When she finished, Ellwick had full intentions to find you. No doubt cooking up a barrage of insults to cutely angrily whisper behind you’re door. But before he could make it to your room, he heard the sound of glass shattering and muffled yelling.

He could only see red. Red as the cut that was bleeding on your skin.

Seems like his role as the family’s ‘cleanup crew’ would come in handy.

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catboybiologist · 28 days ago

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Wanted to ask about this for a while but you had asks off, you mentioned having experienced hetero(ish) relationships from "both sides", so like, do you have any interesting observations or perspectives you think most people don't know about?

Ah yes, the bisexual transgender eye. There's lots to say here, and I don't think much of it hasn't been said before. I don't think my observations are limited to what I'm rambling about here, but here's some surface level ones.

Btw, this is probably going to be my post with the most weirdly gendered thing of anything I've posted here. I hope its abundantly clear that I don't think any of this intrinsic or morally good, its just my observation on how heterosexuals act towards each other while dating. This isn't about the boxes men and women should be in, its about the boxes that society has put them in.

I think that dating apps are intensifying stereotypical "masculine" and "feminine" dating roles in heterosexual relationships. Eg, encouraging men to "take the intitiative", oftentimes enabling harassing behavior in the process. This, in turn, forces women to screen and shut down men extremely harshly. Except, because of the entire dynamic that's being set up now, this makes a lot of men think women are "playing the game", and again, enables harassment from them.

I recently deleted all my dating apps, but even before then, I had them set to women and enbies/other only for a long time. Her was my primary app, but it has a very small userbase where I live.

Irl, men absolutely take the initiative more than women, but less aggressively than online. There's a huge added element of fear because of the in person aspect, however, and when meeting up, men can be extremely pushy.

The "toxic girlboss" angle of this is that this is often fun to play with. If you're clearly communicating in a serious context, and have established systems of consent that extend to communication as well as the bedroom, playing with "the chase" is... intoxicating. Having a man wrapped around your finger is really fucking fun. It has to feel safe and fun for both parties involved, though. You need to be able to "break character" at any point and have direct conversations, either about boundaries or directly communicating a want or need.

Obviously I haven't publicly been a woman for very long, so my experience isn't vast and limitless or anything. But I've had a few wonderful romantic entanglements with men already. Luckily for me, one of these is ongoing 😘

As for some of the people I've talked to, but never gotten far with.... cishet men are really stupid. I'm sorry but like. Y'all are. There's a lot to be said about how society normalizes male incompetence in heterosexual relationships (eg, the dopey husband stereotype) but I think this also extends to the early stages of a relationship. Men very frequently bitch and moan about "games" while not realizing that they play just as many "games" themselves. Oftentimes, those games involve being overly pushy with everything, and then not communicating their own limits and what they want out of a situation, expecting women to figure it all out for them. Eg, they want to bring forward unlimited energy and pushiness, but expect women to be the ones that whittle them down to what they actually want. This applies both romantically and sexually. Men have a lot of emotional needs, of course, and yes its a problem that they're often not met. But a huge part of that is society discouraging them from openly communicating what they want.

I guess to summarize all of this, I feel like so much of modern dating is essentially a process of elimination, where men are constantly encouraged to push and say yes, and women are constantly encouraged to shut them down for their own safety, and if they're lucky, they eventually reach a healthy dynamic by sheer process of elimination. Which... really isn't fun, and leaves a lot of room open for frustration.

Queer relationships and flirting provide a lot of open communication that hetero dynamics don't. I've had the most luck in "heterosexual" dynamics with queer or queer adjacent people, and literally everyone I've ever gotten past the initial stages of "talking" with has been at least a little bi, by their own admission. It's not that straight men aren't interested in me, or that straight women weren't interested in me before, its just that these are the people who will understand my existence as a queer woman the best and communicate with me the most openly.

I probably could say more, but that's a summary, I guess. I know its weird and stereotypical, but unfortunately, heterosexual dating is pretty much the most gendered possible environment you could be in. I feel like Jane Goodall in there sometimes, but hey. Ya gotta do what you gotta do.

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silverjirachi · 27 days ago

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you can come to any conclusion you want after reading any post with new information btw. i feel like this is something that is getting lost in the decay of reading comprehension. you can see someone say something is bad for xyz reason but then also think “while this is true and i accept some of this, i also disagree with this post for xyz reason” and choose to do or do not and move on. This is actually a critical skill in fact checking and spotting propaganda so you don’t get legitimately pulled into cults btw. Most places trying to scam or indoctrinate you will start with truths with little lies in them. Sure there are situations where that is more or less good, but overall blindly changing your morality as a result of every callout post you see is just— not smart or healthy

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daenysthedreamer101 · 9 months ago

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Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Mikaelson!OC headcanons

Elijah's relationship with Kassandra

Their relationship is my Roman Empire! I'll write for the other siblings as well, but Elijah goes first since he's my fave (and kassie's lol)

Masterlist

Elijah remembers the day Kassie was born very well (also he was like 10 btw)

It was a bright and sunny day, despite it being autumn

He wondered if it would be another girl, since their mother gave birth to Rebekah only a year prior

Klaus and Kol were saying it would be a boy, but deep down he wished for another sister

He was with his brothers, training with wooden swords under their father's supervision

Then, Ayana, his mother's friend came down running toward them

"Good news, Mikael! It's another healthy girl!"

He remembers holding her for the first time, her little face red and wrinkly

"What shall we name her, Elijah?" His mother asked him softly

Elijah thought about a name and said the first one that came to his mind

"Kassandra. Like the Greek Princess from your stories"

As he was much older than them, Elijah was quite protective of his little sisters

He remembers Kassie asking their father if she could also train with a sword and later he comforted her when their father yelled at her

As a child (even as an adult) Kassie was scared of thunder. Often when there was a storm brewing, she would hide in Elijah's arm

Many times, little Kassandra would be plagued by nightmares

She was too scared to wake up her parents so instead she would wake up Elijah

With teary eyes she would shake the dark-haired boy and ask if she could sleep in his arms

He never refused her

Elijah also remembers the day Kassie died, because, well, they died together

After the death of their youngest brother Henrik, his parents started acting strange

One fateful night, everything changed

He and Kassie were put in a room and told to wait. Elijah had a bad feeling about the whole thing

Their father came into the house, closed the door, and stared at them

"Father? What's happening?" Kassie asked quietly

Elijah's heart dropped when their father pulled out his sword and lunged toward Kassie

Elijah stood in front of Kassie, shielding her as their father plunged the blade of his sword into his heart

The last memory of Elijah's human life was the screams of his little sister echoing in his ears

Kassie screamed as she fell to her knees. She was in too much shock to defend herself.

She felt the blade piercing her chest and fell next to Elijah

Her last memory was the sight of her brother's dead body

In the early days of their new life, Elijah tried his best to keep everyone under control

Out of everyone, Kassie seemed to struggle the most with their new vampiric urges

She had a hard time accepting the fact that to survive, she had to kill innocent people

Over time, they learned to feed without killing

Kassie would never admit but Elijah was most definitely her favorite brother

Elijah, ever the peace holder, refused to admit Kassie was his favorite sibling

The others knew well that she, in fact, was his favorite sibling

Bookworms, both of them lol

They would spend countless hours in libraries, reading together and discussing the current state of the world

She almost sees him as a father figure, since Mikael wasn't the best father to any of them really

Forehead kisses! So many forehead kisses!

Kassie always had a gentle heart and her vampirism only magnified that

Elijah would always shield and defend Kassie from Klaus when the latter would raise his voice at her

One look into her big blue eyes and her pouty lips and this man is crumbling (see gif above lol)

She knows she has Elijah (and Klaus) wrapped around her little finger

She's aware that manipulating her brothers using their love for her isn't the right thing to do, but a girl sometimes has to use morally dubious means to make her life easier

"Elijah?"

"Yes?"

"Can you give me your credit card? I saw these really cute boots, I have to have them! Please???" She asks while batting her eyelashes

*he sighs and pulls out his wallet*

*she squeals and kisses him on the cheek*

"You're the best brother in the whole wide world!"

Elijah smirks while shaking his head and continues reading

He knows he's being manipulated but doesn't to anything about it

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dreamtydraw · 3 months ago

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Hi dreamty can you elaborate on why you think error143 can't be on the list if you don't mind ? I'm quite curious about it

Hi there ! Let me start by saying that this fall under the cattegory of « drama » but i’m not making this post to try to revive it or tell anyone to go hate on the dev, I will simply answer with why I don’t want error 143 to be a reference for people when thinking about games with a black lead.

I also want to point out that a lot of what i’ll be saying has happened on twitter which i’m not on so some element might not be 100% correct and I am more welcomed to edit them if it’s false.

Starting with : One of the games morales is basically saying that putting boundaries is bad which is a weird message to send. ( This is not condemned at all in the narrative btw) You get a bad ending for simply saying you don’t like the fact Micah jokes about stalking you where in retrospect it’s very normal to not want to be stalked- ( the game isn’t cattegorize as yandere and is presented a healthy relationship)

I heard i got somehow « fixed » but for the longest time ( almost 2 years ) Micah’s hair texture wasn’t actually decided and the creator had little care about it which is more than weird considering the fact he was supposed to have textured hair but they were all mixed together.

The creator made multiple romanticization of a racist trope regarding micah’s dad ( the racist trope being that all the black fathers are absent / abusive / violent with a submissive wife )

Nsfw dlc was made that almost everyone agreed on to be a scam for the price and after the release of said dlc the influx on nsfw content started to be too much to the point it became impossible to not get shoved this type of subtexted in your face. Micah being super sexualized and one can say it’s just regular fanservice but there was undertones of him getting such treatment because he’s black.

Additionaly Micah’s va has worken on a shotacon game.

tw for emotional chantage with Suicide.

On their latest game ( get on live ) the dev used shock content suicide to make people rate her game. It was of extremely bad taste and she milked the hell out of it. Mind you when it got released the game didn’t had the trigger warning regarding suicide anywhere and she encouraged people to go make multiple itch account just to have more ratings. Her goal was to force people to give her ratings so she would « give the character a good ending » making some vile manipulating comment to make people feel bad about a fictional’s character suicide.

After that she posted this :

I don’t think i need to explain but asking people to draw one of the only black main romanceable character from a feel good game DEAD to try to capitalize again on suicide and shock content is wrong. Call me soft if you’ll wish but Error 143 was already well known in otome fandoms and a lot of people liked the games because it was cute, bringing sudden death content to your player « aha for fun » is wrong, she was not a random dev at this point so obviously what she post will have influence on her followers and most of them were there because of a feel good romance who finally had black representation.

This is why I don’t want to add Error 143 to my list of game reference with black characters. The game is already well known as it is and I don’t want to be promoting something that was made by someone with this kind of intentions + it’s not a good representation if the character is constantly being sexualized because of his ethnicity. Micah isn’t a black character who was created with care about him being black, his blackness is used as a marketing tool to grasp people’s interest and it took having to clean up her image to have the dev finally choosing a hair texture for him-

Play games where black characters are created with genuine care for representation / aren’t constantly sexualized. And also try to support black devs !

#ask answer

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thebunnednun · 1 year ago

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 2

Clown fuckers of the world unite!

Part 1

Chapter 2 my loves! I forgot to mention this in my last post but please comment your thoughts! I want to see what you all found humorous and what you’d like to see more of. If there are any tags I missed feel free to comment on them! :3 <3 Btw, the reader almost kisses the clown. ON WITH THE SHOW!

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“I can’t fucking believe you convinced us to do this.”

Zoro was being a drama mama in the corner of the massive tent you built. Who knew that a 120-berry tent would come in handy? After a little bit of sweet talking you managed to convince some of the entertainers to sell you a tent the Russian circus could be proud of.

Everyone was able to fit inside and even used the piles of salvageable goods for makeshift walls. Zoro had gotten ready in a black fitted vest and some casual grey slacks. You were applying some smoky black eyeliner and purple eye shadow with a light hand. “Sanji finally got Usopp to stop crying. I don’t think it’s healthy for him to be here right now. I mean he finally put down that piece of wood.” This ship was more than a vessel, it was your home. Where Sanji cooked meals, and everyone took their place beside each other.

“Yeah, well, it would boost morale. Let’s try to put on a brave face for the others tonight." Your offer of reason just made him sigh, "Fine. But then back to reality." You roll your eyes and shoot him a smile. You knew Zoro was just being a butthead. Exiting your “room” together allowed you to bump into Robin and Chopper. “Looking cuter than usual, papa.” Chopper basked in the compliments and gave you a twirl. He found a big red bowtie and some matching blue shorts.

Robin was wearing a royal blue jacket that resembled a ringmaster's coat. She offered a warm but tired smile. “Where’s Usopp?” “Right here my sweets!~” Sanji emerged with a red-eyed Pinocchio. Sanji was dressed in simple black and blue attire while Usopp managed to find something of a forest green. You yourself decided on a vampy look. A black dress with red mesh for sleeves and a pair of deep red chunky heels. Who gives a shit about practically when you look sexy?

Luffy emerged scratching his rear with Nami swatting his hand away. He was in his usual chances but was convinced to put on a normal T-shirt with a star design. Nami looked like a magician's assistant with a similar smoky black vest and plum skirt combo that complimented her figure nicely. Brooks looked as though he was auditioning for the part of a lion with how voluminous his fro was looking.

You nodded at each other and he spoke, “I’d say we clean up rather nicely for having just been shipwrecked.” It was good to see him returning to his elegant self. “Of course, we can’t just parade around as is. So.. I brought masks!” You gleamed while holding up a shopping bag. A mix of groans and snickering.

Everyone took a mask that hid their face completely or partly. To be fair, it would be easy to spot the Straw Hat crew even without the literal skeleton following around. Seeing the sun begin to dip you all decided to get going before night. On the way everyone soon fell into pleasant conversation while following you and Zoro.

“Okay, first we eat! Then, we can play games.” Luffy cheered while running to the outdoor food court. Zoro (finally smiling) rolled his eyes and chuckled,” I’ll go with him and make sure he doesn’t eat the stall itself.” Robin took Chopper to the bounce house while Sanji’s interest was captured by a woman in a red leotard. Usopp was looking around some of the merchant stalls and you were happy to trail behind Brooks as he began to try his bones at ring toss.

The night was a serene affair with warm, salty air, and a gentle breeze that stirred the surrounding foliage. Sitting on a bench overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean, you felt a sense of happiness and contentment. As you looked around, you noticed that the darkness of the area was a bit creepy, but the beauty of the surroundings made up for it. Your friends had survived a shipwreck and were now enjoying the town's festival, but you had no idea what it was about.

Looking over the crowd, you saw many people, including children, wearing masks of all shapes and sizes. As the newest member of the group, you didn't even have a wanted poster yet. Since you always hid your face, there was no point in wearing a mask, right?

Just as you were about to remove your sweaty mask, you heard deep chuckling, sounds of thunder, and children screaming. The mixture of sounds was strange and unnerving, and you felt a sense of curiosity rising within you. Turning away from the ocean, you followed the sounds and found yourself making your way towards the fun house.

Children began to pour through the back doors of the fun house as you did your best not to bump into anyone. Coincidentally, Brooks and Usopp had the same idea. “AHH Y/N DON’T DO THAT!” Usopp shrieked, jumping into Brooks' bony arms and immediately falling. The surrounding children found this amusing. “It’s not MY fault if you’re so jumpy.” You dusted off your heels and looked around. Things seem to be calmer now but something about the house seemed…. Off.

Brooks seemed to sense your discomfort. “Maybe the lady would prefer if we left this area? We could still catch up to the captain and grab some tea before the show.” You shook your head, ”Nah, I’ll be okay. Let’s go in together though. There’s something strange about this house.”

Taking one last look at the outside the three of you stumble into the “fun” house. ‘Fun house my ass,’ you thought while trying to regain your footing. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you realized it was indeed an old house. However, it was decorated more to the liking of some 1860s vampires. There was the faint smell of mothballs.

“This looks more like a horror house,” Usopp quipped and began touching the walls. Brooks was silent looking at a skeletal dummy in the corner. You placed a hand on his scapula,” Yeah buddy, try not to think about it too much.” Slowly you all made your way into a corridor that split into different hallways. “Do we split or stay together?” You wondered out loud.

“Ya don’t get a choice, sweetheart.” A gruff voice answered.

Suddenly the floor gave out from under your doormat, “Y/N!!” the unusual duo screamed with hands outstretched. You slide under the floor, barely missing their fingertips. A metal slide was delivering you somewhere but there could only be a basement under the house, right? Seeing a neon light at the end of the circular tunnel you stopped yourself before falling out completely. You placed a hand out to feel some surface before slipping and dropping onto a concrete floor.

“Fuck,” this was harder than the sandy landing you were blessed with earlier. After regaining your breathing and sitting up your eye finally adjusted and noticed that the neon light was actually multiple lights. Surrounding you was a maze of silly mirrors that distorted your image completely. “No wonder those kids got out. But NOOO I just had to bring Scooby and the gang in here!” You rubbed your sore ass before dusting off. Thankfully, your heels weren’t broken and you didn’t feel any bumps on your head.

But, getting outta this one was going to take some skill. You notice that the wood surface you felt was another trapdoor that spits you out. However, it was already closed, and no telling when it would open again. Your only option would be to try the maze and do your best. Sighing you pulled out a little tube of red lipstick from your cleavage. Better to Hansel and Gretel your way out than be lost the whole night. That was if you made it out at all. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. The staff has to do a sweep and my friends wouldn’t leave without me anyway.’

The thoughts you offered yourself held comfort. But you’d be lying if you didn’t feel scared. Particularly, it felt as if someone was watching you. Looking around the room and doing a little head shake you strolled up to one of the mirrors and fixed yourself before uncapping the deep red lipstick and touching up your lips.

However, your gaze wandered and you could see something watching you from behind another mirror. “Ah!” you turned around suddenly with your back against the cold glass. Nothing, of course, was there. Simply a figure of your imagination.

But, you knew something was there. And you began to mark each mirror with an angry red slash. Looking over your shoulder gave you little security.

Wait….

Great, now you were hearing things. Because you could’ve sworn you heard a faint,” Yo ho,” and the sound of men's boots following you. “I need to get the fuck outta here.” Step, step, step, step, silence. What was the voice you heard before you fell? It was too deep to be Usopp but also not mature enough to be Brooks. Maybe someone over a monitor was watching you guys? Finally, with mercy, you reached a door that led to a staircase. Taking small quiet steps you held your breath and felt relief when you heard no sounds behind you.

Just as you were about to reach the door it was flung open and strong cold hands grabbed you. “Y/N!!!” You felt a familiar long nose and afro in your face crushing you into a tight hug. Your sweet goofballs have found you! Returning the hug with much vigor you breathed a sigh of relief. “Now don’t you ever disappear through the floor again!” Brooks scolded, waving his arms widely. You let out a soft giggle and he couldn’t help but let the anger melt away. “I can’t promise anything. But what happened to you guys?” Usopp began to spin a wild tale about fighting off monsters and being the one to locate you. “There is Pinocchio ass goes again,” mumbled Brooks rolling his sockets. You could see why those kids were scared. But something deep down inside told you that it wasn’t because of the mirrors. “Let’s get outta here already. I’m sure the others are looking for us.”

The trio made their way to the food court where Luffy was arguing the advertised size of a Jumbo Philly cheesesteak hotdog with an embarrassed Nami and Zoro patting his stomach. Robin was enjoying some warm tea in a travel mug and Chopper had gotten you a big soft pretzel. “Nice job papas,” you mused and rubbed his head affectionately. Sanji strolled up (having just been banned from the kissing booth) and handed Nami a cake plushie. “Something sweet for someone sweet~” She rolled her eyes but accepted the plush peace offering. You tried to shake off the past events but could see Brooks whispering to Luffy and Zoro.

They looked at each other and continued to talk in hushed whispers.

Looking around you realized the booths seemed to be… Deserted. There was no life in them anymore. “I think it’s time for the show. Let’s get going.” Zoro took the lead and everyone gathered their goods. He bumped his hip with yours slightly and you looked up from your pretzel. The green bean haired male raised a single eyebrow at you and you shrugged looking ahead. It’s not like you actually got trapped down there. It was just.. nothing. “It was nothing,” your explanation is accepted, for now, as the Green giant hummed in response. You decided to hang back a little and joined hands with Robin and Nami. Chopper got to ride on Usopp's shoulders for the sake of time.

Arriving at the big top you all paid 4 bounty a ticket. It was a little dark when you first stepped in. Looking around you decided to take hold of Zoro's arm for a little help walking. Luffy whipped out a wad of cotton candy and you traded half your pretzel for it. A hum of excited children and families surrounded you all as everyone took their seats in the middle of the stands.

Suddenly, the spotlight came on and a huge puff of smoke developed inside the ring. Whipping your eyes, you found yourself staring at all the performers. You even saw the lion from earlier! Searching for the man that gave you the flier your eyes tried capturing everyone from the sea of entertainers. Acrobats, jugglers, contortionists, and… a single clown?

His eyes were closed but he stood in the center of all the chaos. Around you, children and parents lost their minds cheering, clapping, and waving to all the performers.

Finally, the clown opened his eyes. He wore a ringmaster's coat, nothing like Robins, and sported a blood-orange pirate hat. Two blue ‘ribbons’ (you guessed) hung from either side of his hat. The boots he wore didn’t look like performance shoes either. And the makeup he wore didn’t look like a typical clown. He had painted his mouth into a permanent blood-red smile. And then you noticed his nose. It looked as though he tapped a rather large orange to his face.

Wait. Did you just see the nostrils twitch as he breathed?

“Huh, that’s pretty strange-” “BINKY?!” Luffy shouted prompting Nami to immediately slap her hand over his loud mouth. “SHHHH!” she hissed into his ear. But she herself looked slightly worried.

The clown man immediately seemed to shift his focus on the group ahead of him. Zoro was now sitting tensely and at attention. “Psst, whose Binky?” you whispered. “Tell you later. Right now, we all need to leave this circus.” Your brow furrowed. Leave? Over a pirate clown?

“There’s no way we could get up without him seeing us,” said Usopp, putting a hand on your shoulder. You could tell his energy was off. “I knew I remembered that voice from somewhere.” Luffy’s smile deepened into a frown. Everyone was acting so fucking weird. You were about to voice your concerns when a familiar voice cut you off-

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, children of all ages, thank you, truly. It will be my personal pleasure to entertain you all this evening.~”

The clown had now stepped closer to your group. Zoro tugged your sleave but you couldn't help take your eyes off the flashy clown before you.

“Oh…”

You caught yourself about to speak but quickly bit your lips together. Not to be dramatic, but his eyes were a really fucking pretty shade of green. The blue tones around his eyes complimented them so well. You didn’t hear much of what he said, only noticing when he waved his hands at the other performers who either disappeared or got into place.

Zoro couldn’t help but spare you a glance. “Y/n, are you seriously checking out the clown?!” He grunted through closed teeth. Quickly, you shook your head no and looked around that stadium. Luffy was still frowning. Nami was holding onto his arm and you could see Robin pull Chopper into her lap with Sanji putting a protective face on. “Damn, clown,” was all you heard from the seats next to you.

Placing your hand over Usopps, you try to offer him some comfort by running your thumb over his hand. The first act was a simple trapeze act with the performers mixing it up at the end by juggling and riding a unicycle out. Then there was the lion and sheep man but the routine wasn’t comedic. However, you couldn’t stop sweeping over the crowd looking for that green-eyed clown.

And from the looks of things he had no problem finding you.

“Mmm,” you let go of your ruby lips to see him transfixed on your face, head tilted. Almost like he was studying you. You quickly looked away from the act and touched your cheek. Wait, Fuck. You must have dropped your mask in the funhouse when you fell. Looking out the corner of your side, you could still see him staring at you curiously. You decided to close your eyes and try to land back on earth.

‘Everything is going to be okay. I’m safe right here and Zoro will tell me what happened when we get back to the ship.’ The reasoning was stopped when you heard loud screams.

“OH MY GOD!”

A mother (presumably) had cried out along with many other children.

Opening your eyes, you saw the clown's body standing perfectly still as the lion’s face made a puffy expression.

“HE ATE HIS HEAD! HE ATE HIS HEAD!”

Regrettably, you couldn’t stop the, “Oh Shit!” that came out of your mouth causing you to gain a few harsh glares from the parents around. Unconsciously rising to your feet, you leaned in closer to see the damage done. “Where’s his blood?” A few children began to cry a disembodied voice could be heard from the lion.

The sheepman ran over, opened the lion's jaws, and the clown's body walked over and plopped his head back on like nothing happened. The stands fell silent once more before more cheering and screams EXPLODED from the people around you.

“Y/n sit down.”

Oops, forgot you were still standing.

The clown seemed to be drinking in all the attention and flashed an admittedly sexy smile. He raised his arms over his head and a hush fell over the people. “Thank you all for your attention. Now for this next act, I need a volunteer please.” If you weren’t interested before you sure were now, even if you didn’t raise your hand. Zoro, clearly annoyed began to tug at your hand, “Y/n sit-”

“Would the young lady with the cherry red lips please step forward?”

You were blinded once more by the other spotlight as you held your hands up to protect your vision. The light dimmed a bit and you could see everyone, staring at you expectantly, excluding your crew mates.

They were busy staring at the clown in front of you with an outstretched hand. Taking his cue, he shot you a wink and urged you forward. If only your feet would cooperate.

“Don’t be shy now. I don’t bite~” he teased while flashing his teeth. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t do something for you. Not to mention there was this little heartbeat down there that started-

“Aww, maybe she’s shy. Everyone! Let’s give this young lady a round of applause!”

He raised his arms once again and began to clap along with everyone. A single gloved hand shot out towards you urging you to take its hold. Softly pressing your smaller hand into it you were then gently tugged forward towards the ring.

However, you couldn’t feel your legs and as you stepped forward your heels betrayed you again, leading you to tumble down the stands into the arms of the clown before you with your lips-”

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And that wraps up chapter two, my loves!!

Part 3 Here!

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be-nice-to-your-meatsuit · 7 months ago

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This might be taboo to say on a body positivity blog, but I'm losing weight intentionally.

While I'm not on it *now* (im in the states and on vacation so it'd be unreasonable to try), it was working pretty well.

I'm going for a straightforward calorie deficit. Try to have my activity higher than intake, give or take a bit, don't go lower than a certain amount.

And honestly? Accepting my body as it is, was the ONLY way this was going to work. My motives couldn't be "i fucking hate myself and need to change to be acceptable". My motives were "my snoring is unstoppable and I've tested and tried everything except for losing weight. It causes me pain when I walk too far because of thigh chafing, and back pain sucks" I don't want to be skinny after, hell, I like my soft and curvy self. Going to the actual "healthy" weight according to Bullshit BMI would mean my tiny ass would fly out the window if you hit a bump on the highway.

Being kinder, and loving my body means that I can take it slow, take it at my own pace, and not beat myself up on a day where my goals aren't achieved (i have three. 10k steps a day, 3L of water a day, and stay under some type of deficit. As long as 1/3 is achieved, I'm happy. If 0/3 is achieved, hey i can try again tomorrow. Were it not for fat liberation philosophies, I'd be having breakdown after breakdown).

I can be at this for a month, noticed I've lost 7 lbs and instead of going "WHY AM I A FAILURE I NEED TO GO HARDER ABOUT THIS" i can say "neat! That's about the rate I wanna be going!"

Staying on these body positive and fat liberation spaces made me say "hey, the difference between "good food" and "bad food" is awful. I'm gonna succeed, but I'm not going to cut out any food that makes me happy." I can say "alright, I'm cutting it close to my limit, but fuck it, I'm still hungry so I'll make myself a snack, because listening to my body is more important than numbers".

Losing weight will not make me more worthy. I am worthy at whatever weight I am. For those who it matters to, I'm pretty damn hot, no matter my weight. It will not make me immune from health issues, and this doesn't have anything to do with morality. My health status, if it changes, will be because I'm active and hydrating more, not because of the number on the scale.

I just want less thigh chafing without remembering to put deodorant or some shit on my thighs. I want to not snore while I'm in bed with my fiancé (and yeah sleep apnea apparently isn't it, got it tested). I want less back pain when I'm standing at a till for 4.5 hours, even if I've got the world's best shoes on. It's not health reasons, it's inconvenience reasons.

But I could never be successful about it until i disentangled fatphobia from weight loss. Until i stopped saying "these foods are bad, these foods are good", I was always going to fail. Until i stopped believing I was worthless because of my fat, until i stopped saying "I need to lose weight and do it now because I need to be hot", it was never going to work.

There's still things I need to work on, I'm not totally cured, and maybe some days the ED's gonna influence. Hell, idk if this weight loss attempt will stick, and be successful once I get to my goal weight. But even as someone who's trying to lose weight, fat liberation is so important.

Because without the idea that being fat is totally okay, I'd be unable to enjoy myself in the times where it's absolutely unreasonable to count calories. I'd have my goal as "stick thin" and not "how I look now, just less chafe". By the end of this, I'll still be medically overweight.

And btw I still believe in Health at Every Size. Your weight has no fucking impact on your worth, your health, your beauty, ANYTHING.

#possibly controversial #weight loss #tw weight loss #fatphobia #fat liberation #healthy weight loss #and no i don't mean eating only veggies i cannot insist enough Im eating what's considered bad food all the time #i mean a healthy weight loss #with a healthy mindset #if you want to reply and have discourse #all i ask is you be nice

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audhdnight · 1 year ago

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Btw, if a disabled or mentally ill person (or honestly just anyone who’s really burnt out and exhausted with life, such as caregivers) tells you that they have to use disposables to clean and function in their day to day life, and your response is anything remotely like “well you’re a horrible person because that plastic you just used is killing the planet” I need you to know that you are ableist, classist, and just a shitty person, and I hate you.

Yes, I know that using paper towels and Clorox wipes is not as sustainable or healthy for the ecosystem as just using regular towels and rags. However, I am fucking exhausted all the time, and if I use regular rags, I will not have the energy to clean them. They will sit in my kitchen and get moldy and have to be thrown away anyway. And then my family is living in unsafe conditions because we’re breathing mold spores.

Additionally, we are fucking poor. We don’t have a washer and dryer. If I want to do laundry I have to load it all up in my car, drive across town to the only laundromat, spend most of my day switching things over and waiting for machines to open up, spend about thirty bucks (probably more, because the dryers are shit and never actually dry things on the first cycle), load everything back into the car, drive back home, and then sort and fold and put away everything I just washed.

That is not feasible most of the time, because I am disabled, I don’t have that money to spend, and I am the primary caregiver for our baby who has extreme sensitivities to changes in our routine. I can’t just take him to the laundromat with me, and I don’t have anyone to watch him while I go. Most days I’m not physically capable of carrying baskets of laundry to and from my vehicle. And again, we can not afford the laundromat. Anything that I can do to reduce the amount of laundry we need to wash in a month, I’m going to do.

All of this to say, please for the love of god consider that there are literally thousands of reasons someone might not be doing “clean living” or choosing the most eco-friendly option all the time. We can’t all cut out disposables. I already feel guilty enough that I can’t just function like a normal person, you do not need to butt in and make it worse.

If your activism for the environment and the earth goes so far as to make you apathetic to the struggles and needs of the real actual people around you, you need to reconsider where your morals lie.

(It’s also worth noting that every regular person on the planet together does not generate ANYWHERE NEAR the amount of plastic and toxic waste in a year that mega corporations do in a matter of weeks or months. I’m not saying that the average man doesn’t need to make as many good and healthy choices as they are able, but seriously, most of us are not the real issue here. Go fight the logging and fracking companies killing the ecosystem. Go attack the capitalist mega-corps like Walmart and Amazon and Disney and Apple that discard so much plastic they are almost single-handedly killing the oceans themselves.)

#ableism #classism #ecofriendly #global warming #environmetalists #disability #plastic waste #recycling #things that fucking matter #burnout #mentally tired #mentalheathawareness #chronically ill #text post #nightramblestm

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eri-pl · 5 months ago

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Hard magic, soft magic, hard metaphysics…

So, we all know the soft magic vs hard magic distinction, and soft vs hard worldbuilding in gereral, right? (If not, it's probably easily googleable. I'm bad at explaining concepts.)

Tolkien is more or less soft-magic, yes, in the sense that magic has no (strict and known to the reader) rules. He has some hard worldbuilding (and strived to make it harder and harder), but that's not very relevant for this post (except that I appreciate the amount of effort).

What matters is hard metaphysics.

As in: good and evil are well defined (the reader may disagree with the definitions, but they are concrete and rather clear), and have well defined consequences. But it's not a physical phenomenon, so the consequences are often indirect and appear after some time.

(long and somewhat chaotic post below cut)

To clear this out: to be honest, I wouldn't say those definitions 100% align with how Catholicism sees it, There's some fairytale to it. Mentally stable and securely attached characters are …I don't want to call it "more good", because it's jarring to me. Let's say they're brighter than characters who carry a lot of baggage. And that is not how morality works, sorry, Professor.

Anyway, no matter my opinion on it, it is a pretty coherent system.

Plus: estel is a thing. "Happy chance" (divine providence) is a thing. When you are a bright-hearted character, acting in a good way at the moment, and you take a leap of faith, it works. It just works.

(Contrary to how usually "magic systems" work, I'd say: you can't do it fully on purpose, of course you can't. Even if you know it works, you must be at least so emotionally deregulated in the moment to not see that it works. And tbh this is a very legit assumption to me., makes sense)

Anyway: This is probably why I don't see Luthien as Mary Sue. It's not the narrative bending for her. It's the world itself bending, because this is how it works. (yes, it doesn't work for Feanorians, we'll get there)

If anything, I would call Luthien privileged. (It is not a negative thing in itself, it's just like being white or something ok? the important part is what you do with it and I'm not going to analyze Luthien on that because that's not relevant to this post).

She is born to a very healthy, kind and (before Beren asked for her hand…) good family. This makes a lot of things easier. This makes being a "bright" character easier.

BTW: do we even know anyone with bad background who is a bright character? Tuor maybe? Finarfin if we assume Finwë neglected him emotionally?

On the opposite end, there are some characters with a wholesome background who turn evil anyway (yes, Melkor, you. And your secretary. And… probably some incarnates too? Gollum? Maybe Eol, but he's more a "missing backstory" than "good backstory").

Anyway, back to Luthien. Her crazy actions work not because she's Edith, but because she has a bright heart, a lot of hope, and does good (tries to save her beloved). She has all of that because she's Edith. Yes. :) But still not a Mary Sue, just a very powerful character in terms of "mechanics" of this world.

And why doesn't estel work this way for Feanorians, why the Battle of Unnumbered Tears is… well, Unnumbered Tears. They had hope, after all.

Well, because they started with darkness, because blasphemy and murder and Doom of Mandos. And even if they're sorry (maybe they are), this means a lot, but doesn't change the more surface results, in particular it doesn't change the "you're doomed to fail, guys" part.

How does Earendil fit into this? How does Turin (who didn't do so much wrong initially) and even moreso, Hurin, fit into this? I have no idea. It's not a 100% strict set of rules. But I don't think it's much fuzzier than a typical magic system either.

I hope this explains something anyway.

Those are my opinions, but I'm pretty certain that at least the general idea is something Tolkien would agree with. Maybe he would say that it works sometimes, but not always, because mysterious. OK, I guess. Still, it mostly works.

So what about Finrod? Oh, my boy Finrod. He had Doom of the Noldor on his head too. He had blood on his hands. No matter how awesome of a fanboy he is, Morgoth would pop his optimism just as Sauron did, and eat him and his army.

But the problem wasn't "army to small", the problem was "king too problematic". So C&C's critique wasn't very… they got the right conclusion, but not the main problem. Bigger army wouldn't fix it.

(I try to not complain, but if Tolkien wrote King David, he would have him dead in an ugly way before Solomon even happenned. But ok, it is not Bible, it is its own thing close to fairytales and sagas, Guy did one seriously evil thing, guy can't have a happy ending. OK, to be honest to Tolkien: Finrod got kind of a happy ending eventually.)

(@dfwbwfbbwfbwf this is that post I mentioned)

#if I lived in ME I'd be doomed #and evil #and “she could have but sisn't”#and die to further the plot #yes I may have some anger about this ;)

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forever-1895 · 1 year ago

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A sweet but slightly sad moment

From Since I First Saw Your Face by Stavia Scott Grayson (@artemisastarte) - to give you some cheer (long post btw 🤭)

For the people who haven't read this yet, it's written from Holmes' point of view.

It's the Christmas season, and Watson has managed to get Holmes' permission and acceptance even, to fill 221B with Christmas cheer and candies for Baker Street's unofficial detective force 😉

They don't attend church, but on Christmas Eve, Holmes walks into their drawing room and sees Watson looking through a Bible which once belonged to his grandma.

Watson tells Holmes sadly that he used to believe. He used to believe everything, but the 'belief was beaten out of me quite soon, in fact'.

Holmes comforts him, saying that many people find themselves in their situation, especially as they begin to see that sometimes, religion is an excuse/driving force even for misdeeds - how can they still believe?

‘And if we replace religion with the Darwinian model, it seems to lead to a grim end,’ he observed. ‘All nature striving for survival, at the expense of others. Red in tooth and claw. What of goodness then, Holmes? What reason can there be for selflessness, if it brings no advantage to the individual who practises it?’ What moral code can a man follow without a deity?’ ‘You must look into Winwood Reade with me.’ I retrieved my copy from under my chair (how did things always find themselves there?) and showed it to him. ‘Perhaps we could take a healthy course of philosophy together, Reade and Feuerbach, not to mention Kant, as an antidote to this intolerable deal of seasonal sentiment and sugar.’ And then, seeing the hurt in his face that he could not conceal, I thought myself a brute. ‘No, no, I did not mean that, Watson, truly I did not mean it like that. I am a cross-grained creature enough, but not such a brute as not to feel. I am most terribly afraid of sentiment, you see. It – I feel things – I find myself moved – perhaps more than I would wish to be moved – and, and, well, I would not wish you to think me unmanly. Please, my dear fellow, don’t let my careless words hurt you. I – I am –dash it, it is difficult to say this, but, but, well, I have not had such a happy Christmas for many years. I am really very –‘ I looked around at our home, ‘I am quite con – so content here in, in our home.’ He closed the little Bible, not without a regretful caress of its cover, and rose from his seat to replace it in the drawer of his desk. Mute with distress now, I handed him my book to replace his, and he clasped my shoulder kindly. ‘My dear Holmes, you meant no harm. It is I, on the contrary, who am too sensitive on this subject. I fear I am dragging you into all sorts of sociabilities and expenses you would not go to if it were not for me, and I feel rather guilty, d’you see? But is it so much to ask for? Food for the hungry, and a little cheer; the sweetness of Christmas song,’ he nodded to the window outside which a group of waits was butchering the melody of ‘Lo how a rose e’er blooming’. ‘And I know you do not like sentiment. You are a good fellow to indulge me in mine without quibbling.’ ‘If more of us valued food and cheer and song above gain and gold, it would be a merrier world,’ I said, blinking hard against the moisture in my eyes. ‘But as for sweetness of song, Watson, even you must be able to hear that those waits are deplorably flat. Hand me my violin, dear chap, and I shall show you how the immortal Bach intended his chorale to sound.’

but holmes calling himself a cross-grained creature is peak entertainment 👻

#sherlock holmes #johnlock #holmes x watson #artemisastarte #since i first saw your face #chirstmas #religion #love

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disciplinedselfrya · 3 months ago

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Your relationship with your body (and food)

Health Series - Part 1

Hello, my loves! 💖

Today we’re probably talking about one of the most important aspects when it comes to health and overall wellbeing: your relationship with your body and food. Living a healthy and fulfilling life, as I’ve already said in the Series’ Introduction, depends on a lot of factors. But your mindset and the way that you perceive yourself and the world are the ones which will make the biggest difference.

As a teenager, I know that having a good relationship with my body and food is difficult. I know. It feels like there’s always something to “fix.” A part of your body that isn’t “good enough.” A number on the scale that you’re constantly chasing. A voice in your head reminding you of every comment, every comparison, every moment that made you feel less than you are.

And so food becomes only about calories. Your body becomes something to critique instead of celebrate. Your self-esteem plummets until it feels like it’s buried six feet underground, and you’re left wondering how to dig it out.

But here’s the thing, love.

And this is the first—and hopefully the last—time you’ll ever see me begging: please, stop treating yourself like this. You deserve more. Your body deserves more. Your heart deserves more.

Being healthy, strong, and confident in your body >>> being skinny.💪👌

The “perfect” body (which doesn’t exist, btw) doesn’t mean anything if you cannot appreciate the person you see in the mirror right now. No, I am not encouraging you to remain unhealthy and I am not, by any means, telling you to be stop improving your habits and lifestyle. But keep this in mind: your worth isn’t a number.

Now, what does a healthy relationship with food and your body look like?

A healthy relationship with food and your body it’s not about perfection. It’s about kindness and keeping in mind that both your body and the food you eat ain’t the enemy. Your body is your home. And food is fuel. And yes, food can also be a source of joy - there’s no shame in this. For example, I love nutella (and pancakes) and I’d be a liar to say otherwise. Now, I know they are not exactly healthy - but gosh, I can enjoy myself at times, right?

A healthy relationship with food is giving yourself permission to eat when you’re hungry and rest when you’re tired. It’s enjoying that piece of cake without guilt because food doesn’t have a moral value—it’s not “good” or “bad.” It’s just food.🍋🍊🧁🍣🌮🥒

[Now this thing with “bad” or “good” doesn’t really makes sense to me. Wtf love, why are you blaming food for its calories and nutritional value? It’s like blaming a potato for being a carb and not protein, or even worse, asking bees why they don’t make their honey less sweet (sugar-free, imagine that)] 🥔🐝🍯

And a healthy relationship with your body? It’s about learning to appreciate it for what it can do, not just how it looks. It’s about realizing that your body carries you through life—how can you hate it?? Ain’t fair, love.

Ok, we got it.

But, where do we start?

I don’t know. No, it’s not a trick. I don’t know because every human has different journeys, different experiences. So, I don’t know how you should start - but I can tell you what works for me:

eating until satisfied - and I am sorry for this, but the “eating until you are 80% full” is bs. There are days when you will feel satisfied at 60% or sometimes you have to eat until 100% full. There are days and days - we have different phases of the month, our bodies and hormones vary from one to another. Also, I don’t know about you, but I would rather be satisfied after a meal, capable to continue my day with energy rather than being in a 200 calories deficit and thinking about food all the time.

understanding that different food has different effects in my body - as much as I love food and feeling satisfied after a meal, I keep in mind that certain types of food, like sugar or refined carbs make me feel bloated and anxious afterwards even though they are delicious; so I only eat them from time to time - it’s not a punishment, it’s self care; I am well informed and I understand the consequences of what I am eating apart from the pounds that I gain/lose;

taking good care of my body - something that I’ve discovered lately and it’s truly mind-blowing is that you cannot hate or criticize a body that you take care of and feel good in; on days when I exercise, eat well, but healthy, do my skincare etcetc I feel so much better than when I sit on the couch/bed, scrolling or watching YT. I don’t have an explanation right now - but I believe that it applies to everyone. I mean…if you have a project you spend hours working on, it’s only natural to care and protect it.

This journey isn’t easy—I won’t pretend it is. But it’s worth it. Because when you let go of the pressure to be perfect, you make room for so much more: joy, confidence, and true health. ☀

So let’s take this step together, one small choice at a time. You’ve got this. I believe in you.

And please, before you even think about changing your body, losing weight and so on, make sure you have a good relationship with it. With food also. Otherwise, you’ll start and just fail.

Keep going, Rya 🌸

Recommendation: I am not a fan of media consumption, but if you want to start your healing journey and improve the way that you perceive yourself and what you eat, I honestly encourage you to follow Linda Sun on YT - I won’t even say why. You do the research and thank me later. <3

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Most important lore for my paras

I have been made aware that I don't have one post explaining the main lore or giving any coherent idea of what this whole shit is, so this is that.

(these are all daydreams, like actual daydreams that I spend time making up and living in)

(edit:very important bit of context I forgot: ALMOST EVERYBODY IN THIS THING IS POLYAMOROUS AND ITS HEALTHY BECAUSE THIS IS MY MIND AND MY RULES AND I SAY I WANT HAPPINESS.)

So, the main universe is about me, or my self insert, essentially the same person but it depends cus shes technically me but worse and more fucked up without consequences

Anyway, the main thing is all about me and most of my characters are my friends/partners or otherwise close to me

Like I'm talking about 85 ish percent of my characters that are connected to me in some way

Rundown of the most important ones:

Harley: my girlfriend and later wife, has three siblings and a complicated history w them, she's Italian and it's hot, she also is quite morally bad in some daydreams (where she and I start dating when she's in her twenties and I'm a teen) and also she does incest and nobody cares much, she's hot.

Evan: one of my closest friends and my enemy to friends/enemies with benefits in one universe, I love him sm he's my boy, I will defend him until I die. He has two kids later in life and they have a lot of lore too, he's married to Eli and they're cute and we're illegal for a long time

Nya: mine and Harley's bsf with benefits, they're enby and they're amazing, they're also pierre's and kalypsos parent, and socially married to Regulus, just not legally

Regulus : married to mary, because they're in love and they're like high school sweethearts and perfect. He's Pierres and kalypsos dad and a total dilf later in life, he's a twink for a good part of it tho

(side note, both Regulus and nya are involved in fucked up stuff w their siblings and their kids at some point, their kids are also involved w each other but like... idk ignore it if U don't like it pls)

(the one fucked up thing I don't do is incest children because it icks me out as hell, actual rape and, as i recently found out, making my characters commit fucked up shit when it's exactly how they were traumatized aka becoming like their abuser because i hate it sm.)

I never judge anybody for the stuff that happens in their head tho, so pls don't do that to me either!

Back to the lore

Mary: this whole au started w her, she's ex Christian and she burnt a Bible in front of her religious manipulative dad and I love her

Vienna: French, childhood bestie w Mary and regulus, later has a kid through ivf (Mary carries and genetically it's Vienna and Reg's kid) she's beautiful and amazing and rlly smart and i love her shes also Harley's best friend

Phillippa: Spanish, literal enbodiment of the colour orange, has two siblings + one dead one, and does incest w both of her siblings (she's the middle child btw)

Her siblings are Alex and Camilla, they amazing and i talk a lot about them, their group tag is The orange trio

J and Azur: husbands, do a lot of kink stuff, have three kids and are girl dad's of the year, J does fucked up shit w his two sisters but Azur doesn't do anything bad ever because he's an angel

Now onto the kids:

Pierre : my love my baby my boy, we do fucked up stuff but I don't tall about it graphically on here usually just in private on asks w ppl, he does horse riding and he's amazing and so cool and smart, loves his mother almost more than he loves his horses

Kalypso: his twin sister, also does horse riding but I actually dk much about her except the stuff w Pierre and her dad, she's blonde tho and very pretty

Emmeline: LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE Evan's second child, married to daphne, both of them are formula 1 drivers and that's also how they met, they later have two kids, James and Penelope (emmelines sister is called Sarah but she's not important)

(Emmeline Daphne and their fam own a Brazilian island off the coast it's rlly cool)

Ronan: j's and Azur's middle child, the only son, black hair, very pretty, reincarnation of a guy that was close w his dad and like everybody in the group, called Riley/Star and he died and then was reincarnated as ronan, Ronan speaks fluent Greek because of that and rileys family left him the island they own when they died and it's his fav thing ever

Beatrice: she does gymnastics, she's the youngest kid in the whole family, she's ginger and shes tiny

Esmeralda: J's and azurs oldest kid, beautiful ofc, does horse riding too but I have no idea what she does as a job

Okay that's all for now, onto some general knowledge

There's smth called the pack house, whcih is a house/estate in the south of France, from the adults these following live there (when they're not traveling or doing stuff) :

Harley, Regulus, Mary, Vienna, Nya, J, Azur, Me, Evan, (maybe Eli?)

And everybodies kids

The estate is huge, there's one big house and then two smaller one, there's a lake, a stable and everything for the horse it's like a whole seperate world

Most of the group knows each other because they were in a band together /their bands were close friends in the scene and then that just like.. Happened cus I'm incapable of letting go ever.

Now, onto the whole other universe that's important rn

Centered around the real life event of me switching schools but thats where reality ends lol

One rich kid, Astrid and her parents travel a lot so the house is empty a lot so there's always parties at hers

The whole thing is a fuckign fever dream because it's essentially just orgies and parties and most of the characters are involved in said orgies

Rlly not all that serious just for fun

Started as a a daydream scenario about a Classtrip and then spiraled w the school thing

Lot of sex, lot of people, lot of good music and some alcohol and a lot of elitism stuff like the group is a very interesting thing yk?

About thirty ish characters

that's about it, I think.... thats just the general lore, not rlly going into any of the big personal connections and events yet.

#my paras<3 #maladaptive daydreaming #maladaptive daydreamer #madd #actually maladaptive #Master list

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