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mercillery · 4 months ago

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STRAWHATS AND WAXING…

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

SUMMARY: Just hcs on how some of the strawhats are like during the waxing experience. You’re the one waxing them btw.

CHARACTERS: Luffy + Zoro + Nami

NOTES: I made this random mess because I got my face waxed for the first time a few days ago and they peeled a small part of my skin off. I wish I was joking.

When Luffy first hears about waxing, his initial reaction is pure confusion. He tilts his head, eyes wide, as if you've just told him about a new, mysterious kind of devil fruit. "Waxing? What’s that?" he'd ask, genuinely clueless, probably thinking it's some sort of bizarre new adventure or maybe even a weird dessert. In Luffy's world, anything unknown is either something to eat or something fun to do, so naturally, he'd assume waxing falls into one of those categories.

You’d have to break it down for him in the simplest terms possible: "It's a way to remove hair. Like, pulling it out so it’s not there anymore." He blinks a few times, processing this new information. "Remove hair? But why would anyone want to do that?" he’d ask, clearly baffled by the concept. For him, the idea of going out of your way to get rid of something as trivial as hair is as foreign as trying to understand why Sanji doesn’t just eat the ingredients instead of cooking them.

Once he finally gets it—or at least he thinks he does—his curiosity piques. But not for the reasons you'd expect. He might think the wax is some sort of edible goo (which, let's be honest, he'd probably try to eat). Or he might be intrigued because it sounds like a new kind of challenge. "Does it hurt? Is it like a fight?" he'd ask with an eager grin, already ready to face this 'hair-removal' challenge head-on. You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he imagines waxing to be some sort of mini-battle he has to win.

Now, Luffy isn’t exactly known for his patience or for thinking things through, so when you finally explain that it involves ripping hair out by the roots, he just shrugs it off. Pain? Discomfort? Those are small potatoes for the guy who’s taken down warlords and emperors. "Let’s do it!" he’d declare, without even a hint of hesitation. After all, in his mind, if it’s something new and weird, it’s got to be worth a shot.

Luffy, being the impulsive bundle of energy that he is, obviously doesn’t have a shred of patience—especially when it comes to something as boring as the prep work for waxing. The moment you start heating the wax, he’s already squirming in his seat, looking like he’s about to jump out of his skin. He watches you like a hawk, his eyes darting between the wax and your every movement. It feels like time has slowed down—that's how bored he is right now.

“Come on, just do it already!” he’ll exclaim, practically bouncing up and down with impatience. The waiting is torture for him, and you can tell he’s seconds away from grabbing the wax himself and slapping it on in whatever haphazard way he can manage.

It’s like trying to calm down a hyperactive kid who’s been told he has to wait five minutes before opening his birthday presents. Patience is not in his vocabulary, and the idea of sitting still while you carefully prepare everything is almost more than he can bear. And honestly, with Luffy, you know the clock’s ticking before he does something crazy, so you better hurry up.

When the waxing process finally begins, Luffy is… well, to put it mildly, underwhelmed. He thought this whole thing was going to be a lot more exciting, maybe even a little dangerous—something worthy of a future Pirate King, you know? But instead, it's just you, applying warm wax and smoothing down strips with what seems like no end in sight. He starts fidgeting almost immediately, shifting around as if the chair is suddenly the most uncomfortable place in the world—it’s not, he’s just really bored. He might even start poking at the wax with a finger, trying to figure out what all the fuss is about.

“Can’t you go faster?” he’ll whine, looking at you with those big, expectant eyes that are practically begging for some kind of action. The boredom is killing him. Luffy’s the type who thrives on chaos and excitement, not sitting still while something as mundane as hair removal drags on. He’s clearly disappointed that this isn’t turning out to be the grand adventure he somehow imagined it might be.

However…

The moment that first strip is ripped off, everything changes. The look of boredom is instantly replaced by sheer shock as Luffy’s whole body jolts. His eyes go wide, and without missing a beat, he lets out a loud, explosive yell. “OW! WHAT WAS THAT?!” He practically leaps out of his seat, clutching the now-hairless spot as if he’s just been ambushed by an invisible enemy. It’s not that Luffy can’t handle pain—it’s the surprise of it all that really gets him.

Even though you carefully explained the whole process beforehand, he somehow managed to forget about that crucial detail. He was too focused on the idea of wax being some weird new eatable substance to pay attention to the part where you mentioned that it might, you know, hurt a bit. His reaction is pure Luffy: loud, dramatic, and completely honest. You can’t help but laugh a little as he rubs his arm, still looking at you like you’ve just pulled the ultimate prank of betrayal on him.

But if you think the pain is going to make Luffy tap out, you’ve got another thing coming. The shock may have caught him off guard, but backing down? That’s not in his nature. Instead, Luffy’s all in—gritting his teeth and getting ready for the next round, like he’s about to face down a sea king. The pain with each wax strip is real, but it’s also the one thing keeping him from reaching that extreme level of boredom that was starting to gnaw at him earlier.

Every time you rip off another strip, his eyes widen for a split second, and you can see him visibly brace himself, but then he’s right back to his usual self, shaking off the pain with a grin. “Hah! That one wasn’t so bad!” he’d boast, even though you can tell from the way he’s rubbing the spot that he definitely felt it.

And in true Luffy fashion, he starts to get into it, almost like he’s made a game out of enduring the waxing. He’ll throw out little challenges, like daring you to rip the next one off faster or harder, because if he’s going to do this, he’s going to go all out. “Come on, hit me with your best shot!” he’d say, grinning even though you know he’s still feeling each pull.

But as determined as Luffy is, eventually, the boredom creeps back in. He’s the type who needs constant action, and once the novelty of the pain wears off, there’s not much left to keep him entertained. After a few more strips, you notice he’s not reacting as much—his bravado is still there, but the excitement has clearly faded. He starts to tolerate the pain to the point where it’s just another thing happening to him, like getting rained on during a storm.

Before long, you hear the unmistakable sound of snoring. You glance over to see him slouched in the chair, completely conked out as if he’s taking a nap on the Sunny. His body is so used to pushing through discomfort that it just decided, “Why not catch some Z’s?”

You don’t even need to check if he’s okay—those snores are a clear enough sign. You work as quickly as you can, ripping off the strips one after another, half expecting him to wake up at any moment. But he just keeps snoring away, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s still in the middle of a waxing session.

When you finally finish and wake him up, Luffy blinks groggily, still half asleep as you tell him it’s all done. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in, but when it does, his eyes light up like you’ve just told him there’s a mountain of meat waiting for him. He immediately sits up and admires his newly smooth, hairless legs with the same enthusiasm he’d have for discovering a treasure chest.

“Whoa! My legs are so smooth!” he exclaims, rubbing his hands over his legs in amazement. He’s completely mesmerized by the feel of his skin, as if it’s the coolest thing in the world right now. You can already tell that any discomfort or redness is the last thing on his mind.

And before you can even suggest taking it easy, Luffy’s already up and bolting out of the room, eager to show off his fantastic new smooth legs to the rest of the crew. “Hey, guys! Check this out!” he shouts, practically bursting onto the deck with a wide grin plastered on his face. He’s flexing his legs, striking exaggerated poses like he’s just achieved something monumental.

“Look how smooth my legs are!” he brags, showing them off to anyone who will listen. He’s so caught up in his own excitement that he’s completely oblivious to the lingering redness or any stares of confusion from the crew. Even if they’re wondering why he’s so excited about hairless legs, Luffy doesn’t care—he’s just thrilled to have something new to show off.

If someone asks him how it was, Luffy will flash that signature grin and say, “It was easy!”—completely forgetting that he’d screamed bloody murder when the first strip was ripped off. To him, the pain is already a distant memory, replaced by the thrill of showing off his new, smooth legs.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew is left in a mix of surprise and confusion. They’re all quietly wondering how on earth you managed to get Luffy to sit still for so long without him bouncing around or possibly even eating the wax. The idea of Luffy sitting through the entire waxing process without causing total chaos is almost more shocking to them than the fact that he went through with it in the first place.

When the idea of waxing is first brought up, Zoro’s reaction is about as predictable as you’d expect. He barely gives it a second thought before letting out a low, uninterested grunt and going right back to whatever he was doing—probably napping or lifting absurdly heavy weights. Grooming beyond the basics just isn’t his thing. In Zoro’s mind, as long as he’s clean and his swords are sharp, there’s no need for anything extra, especially something as seemingly frivolous as waxing.

His first response would probably be a blunt, “No way,” with a look that says he’s already decided the conversation is over. You can tell that he’s genuinely baffled by the idea. Why on earth would he willingly let someone rip out his hair for no reason? The whole concept just doesn’t compute with him, especially when it’s not going to help him train or fight better.

If you push the idea a little further, maybe teasing him about how even the toughest swordsmen could benefit from smooth skin, he’d probably snap back with something like, “Why would I let someone rip my hair out for no reason?” There’s a hint of irritation in his voice, as if the whole suggestion is almost offensive to his sensibilities. Zoro’s the type who lives by practicality—if it doesn’t make him stronger or help him achieve his goals, it’s not worth his time.

The only way you’re getting Zoro to agree to waxing is if he’s somehow backed into a corner with no other way out. Maybe he lost a bet after one too many drinks, or someone bribed him with a stash of rare alcohol. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s doing it to shut someone up—most likely Sanji, who’s probably been teasing him nonstop about being too scared to go through with it. Even in that case, though, Zoro would make it crystal clear that this isn’t his idea of fun.

When he finally agrees, it’s with an irritated sigh and a muttered, “This better be quick,” as if he’s about to endure some grueling, unnecessary challenge. You can almost feel the weight of his reluctance hanging in the air, and he’s definitely giving you a look that says he’s only doing this because he has no other choice. It’s a rare moment, almost like spotting an endangered species in the wild—Zoro, the one who faces down powerful enemies without flinching, is now about to endure the ultimate test of patience.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you know it. Getting Zoro to sit still for something as non-essential as waxing is nothing short of a miracle, so you best not let it slip through your fingers. It’s clear that he’s mentally preparing himself, as if this is just another battle to get through—one that he’s determined to endure but not exactly thrilled about.

Like Luffy, Zoro has zero patience when it comes to things that waste his time, and waxing is no exception. The moment the process begins, you can practically feel the impatience and irritation radiating off him. As soon as you start heating the wax or doing any kind of prep work, Zoro’s already showing signs of frustration. He’s tapping his foot, arms crossed tightly over his chest, and scowling as if the entire process is some sort of personal insult.

“Is this really necessary?” He’d grumble under his breath, casting a sharp glance your way as if daring you to say otherwise. Unlike Luffy, who would probably be whining and fidgeting, Zoro’s complaints are more subdued but no less pointed. He’s the type to internalize his frustration, letting it out in low, growly mutters and the occasional heavy sigh. The whole thing feels like an unnecessary distraction to him—one that’s taking way too long for his liking. Still, he’s not backing down.

Every minute that passes just adds to his annoyance. He’ll let out a groan every time you mention there’s another step or that the wax isn’t quite ready yet. The delay is clearly getting on his nerves, and you can tell that if it were up to him, he’d already be done and back to his training. But instead, he’s stuck here, enduring this tedious process with nothing but his grumbles and scowls to show for it.

When the wax is finally applied, Zoro’s expression remains as stone-faced as ever. There’s no way he’d let anyone see that he’s uncomfortable, especially over something like this. He sits there with a cold, indifferent look, acting as if the warm wax is just another insignificant obstacle in his day.

He’s not scared—Zoro doesn’t do scared. He’s just getting himself ready for the moment you rip off that first strip. It’s like he’s preparing for a fight—not with an enemy, but with the sharp sting he knows is coming. His eyes narrow slightly as the wax hardens, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head, calculating the best way to endure this new form of discomfort.

When you finally rip off that first strip, Zoro doesn’t scream, flinch, or give you the satisfaction of seeing him react. He’s been through far worse than this, and he’s not about to let something as small as waxing get the better of him. The sting is sharp and sudden, but Zoro just grits his teeth, his jaw clenching ever so slightly as he breathes out in a slow, controlled manner. That’s the only sign you get that he even felt it.

As more strips are applied and ripped off, Zoro’s irritation steadily grows—not because of the pain but because of the sheer, mind-numbing repetition of it all. For someone who thrives on action and hates being idle, this process is torture in its own right. The longer he has to sit still, the more his patience wears thin. You can see it in the way his brow furrows and the slight twitch in his jaw as he tries to keep his frustration in check.

“How much longer is this going to take?” he finally asks, his tone laced with impatience. There’s no mistaking the edge in his voice; he’s clearly reaching the end of his rope. His gaze flickers down to his still very hairy legs, and you can practically feel the silent judgment radiating off of him. It’s as if he’s questioning every decision that led him to this moment, where he’s stuck sitting through what feels like an endless ordeal.

A long, loud silence hangs in the air as your eyes trace over the hair still covering his legs. This is obviously going to take a very long time. But as you glance back at Zoro, the last thing you want to do is push him over the edge. With a small, reassuring smile and eyes that do their best to hide the truth, you muster up your most convincing tone and say, “Not long.” You know you’re lying through your teeth, but hey, it’s for the sake of Zoro’s sanity.

But despite the mounting irritation gnawing at him, Zoro wouldn’t back down or even think about asking to stop. Once he’s committed to something, no matter how trivial or annoying, he sees it through to the bitter end. His stubbornness is practically legendary, and there’s no way he’d let something as simple as waxing break his resolve. The idea of quitting? Not even on his radar. Zoro isn’t about to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking he can’t handle it.

Besides, he knows for a fact that if he even hinted at tapping out, Sanji would never let him live it down. The thought of that smug blonde cook mocking him is enough to keep Zoro going, his pride and stubbornness fueling him through every irritating strip. So he toughs it out with grit in his jaw and steel in his eyes.

Once the waxing ordeal is finally over, Zoro will act as though it is no big deal. There wouldn’t be any complaints or mentions of pain—he’d simply brush it off with his usual nonchalance. “Done already?” he might say, as if the whole thing was just a minor inconvenience, nothing worth talking about.

Internally, though, Zoro would feel a wave of relief wash over him. He’d never say it out loud, but he’s glad it’s over. The thought of sitting through another round of that repetitive, irritating process? No, thank you. He’s more than ready to move on to something that actually matters—like getting in some serious training, polishing his swords, or finding the nearest sunny spot on the ship for a well-deserved nap.

Even if his skin is red and irritated afterward, Zoro wouldn’t show the slightest sign of discomfort. He’d carry on with his day like nothing happened, even if the soreness lingers with every move he makes. To anyone who might notice the redness and dare to ask how he’s feeling, he’d give them a simple, “I’m fine,” in that gruff, no-nonsense tone that shuts down any further questioning.

Don’t even think about suggesting that he try it again. Zoro’s already made up his mind—this was a one-time thing, and there’s no chance he’s ever doing it again. Once was more than enough, and he doesn’t see any reason to put himself through that kind of hassle a second time. If you’re ever brave enough to suggest it in the future, you’ll be met with a hard glare and a flat, uncompromising “no.” There’s no room for negotiation in that tone.

From that moment on, Zoro will subtly avoid any situation where waxing could possibly come up again. If he hears the word “waxing” in passing conversation, he won’t even acknowledge it; he’ll just walk away without a word, his mind already moving on to more important matters. The crew might chuckle about it behind his back, but Zoro doesn’t care. As far as he’s concerned, this is one experience he’s leaving firmly in the past. He literally wants nothing to do with wax ever again.

My girl is a seasoned veteran when it comes to waxing. She’s practically a walking encyclopedia on the subject, knowing all the different types of waxes, which ones are best for specific skin types, and which methods give the smoothest results. She could probably run a beauty salon in her sleep if she wanted to, though she’d charge a hefty fee for it. With all that being said, when you bring up the idea of a waxing session, she’s more than ready to jump on board. She’s no stranger to grooming and self-care; in fact, it’s something she prioritizes.

When the waxing begins, Nami is completely relaxed. She’s no stranger to this, and her confidence shines through. She'll engage in casual conversation with you, keeping the atmosphere light and friendly. However, despite her composed demeanor, she can’t entirely shake the anticipation of the pain that’s about to come.

The thought of wax strips being ripped off makes her just a little bit edgy. To ease her nerves, she might ask, “You’ve done this before, right?” The question comes out half-joking, but there’s an underlying need for reassurance. Whether you decide to tease her or not is up to you, but be careful—you might end up on the receiving end of her temper for playing with her like that.

She knows waxing isn’t exactly a painless experience, so she prepares herself mentally. When the first strip is pulled off, she might exhale sharply, but she won’t scream or cause a scene. Instead, she’ll bite her lip and maybe squint her eyes briefly before quickly regaining her composure. “That was nothing,” she’ll mutter, partly to herself, determined to get through the session with as little fuss as possible.

Throughout the waxing process, Nami would keep the atmosphere light and breezy, effortlessly weaving a stream of witty commentary to distract herself from the sting and keep things fun. “You know, I’ve had marines chasing me who were less painful than this,” she might say with a smirk, her voice steady despite the sharp tugs on her skin.

If Luffy or another crewmate happened to wander by during the session, Nami wouldn’t miss the chance to throw a playful jab their way. “Hey Luffy, I bet you’d cry like a baby if you tried this,” she’d tease, knowing full well that Luffy’s curiosity (and his competitive nature) would probably lead him to try it just to prove her wrong. Honestly, that might be how you got him to sit down for waxing in the first place.

But despite the jokes and banter, Nami wouldn’t let the conversation stray too far from the task at hand. She’s someone who can multitask like a pro, keeping up a lively chat while making sure you’re following the process correctly. “So have you ever tried sugaring? It’s less harsh on the skin,” she might ask casually, as if you’re both just having a normal conversation over tea rather than ripping hair out by the roots.

For the most part, though, the two of you would be chatting away like it was just another day. Nami’s not the type to let a little pain faze her, and she’d take the opportunity to catch up, swap stories, or maybe even get the latest gossip from you.

Once the waxing is done, Nami will pause to admire the results, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she runs her fingers over her freshly smooth skin. “Now this is what I’m talking about,” she’d say with a pleased smile, clearly impressed with how everything turned out. Any lingering redness or irritation wouldn’t phase her in the slightest; she’d already have some soothing lotion on hand, applying it with the practiced ease of someone who’s been through this routine many times before.

After making sure everything’s perfect, she’d flash you a grin. “You did a great job,” she’d say, a hint of genuine appreciation in her tone. And because she’s not one to keep something good to herself, she’d probably hold out her leg toward you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Go ahead, feel how smooth they are,” she’d encourage, clearly eager to show off just how soft her skin is now.

But just when you thought you were in the clear, happily basking in the relief that Nami enjoyed the waxing session despite the occasional sting, Nami gives you a smile—one of those sweet, too-innocent ones that immediately puts you on edge. Before you can even process what’s happening, Nami turns to you with that sweet, knowing smile of hers, holding up the waxing materials like a challenge. “Your turn!” she announces cheerfully, and it dawns on you that things are far from over.

ﾟ｡ ₍ ꙳⸌ ♡ BONUS ♡⸍ ꙳ ₎ ｡ﾟ

You blink, momentarily dumbfounded. “Wait, what? Nami, no, I’m good. Really. I’m totally fine.” But she’s not hearing any of it. “Come on, we’re going to have matching smooth legs! It’ll be fun!”

“Fun for who?” You protest, trying to back away as she advances with the wax strips. “Nami, seriously, I think I’ll pass. I’m more of a ‘keep my hair’ kind of person.”

“Oh, come on,” Nami insists, her smile widening as she edges closer. “It’s not that bad! We’re gonna match—smooth legs for everyone!”

You try to squirm out of it, but Nami’s determination is as solid as the Thousand Sunny itself. “Nami, please, we can talk about this! I’ll give you all my berries, or maybe I can wax someone else for you!”

“Not a chance,” she grins. “You’ve already committed. Now hold still!” Before you know it, she’s expertly applying the wax, and your protests turn into frantic pleas. “Nami, come on, let’s not do anything rash.”

“Too late!” she chirps as she preps the first strip. “You’re going to love this.”

“NAMI, WAIT—!”

With a swift motion, Nami rips off the first strip, and in that instant, you feel a jolt of fiery pain shoot through your leg. It’s like your soul has just been forcibly evicted from your body.

“AARRRRGHHHH!” The scream that escapes your lips is loud, raw, and absolutely blood-curdling. It echoes through the entire ship, startling birds from nearby trees and probably sending some poor marine scrambling for cover somewhere in the distance.

The rest of the crew pauses mid-task as they hear your shriek of horror.

“Sounds like someone’s having a rough time,” Zoro comments, raising an eyebrow but not moving from his spot.

“Are they… Are they torturing someone in there?” Usopp asks, wide-eyed.

But before anyone can even think of rushing to your aid, Nami’s calm, reassuring voice rings out, though it’s almost drowned out by your continued screams of agony. “It’s fine, it’s fine! Everything’s under control!” she calls, her tone as soothing as someone trying to calm a wild animal. “Just a little waxing!”

Inside the room, you’re practically convulsing, clutching your leg with a mix of horror and disbelief. “Nami…that was—ow—absolutely brutal! I think I’m dying!” Nami’s smile is as bright as ever as she pats your shoulder encouragingly. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It isn’t that bad, just a little sting!”

The second strip is suddenly torn off, and you let out another soul-piercing scream that echoes throughout the entire ship. The sound is so loud and terrifying that even the fish swimming under the Thousand Sunny probably stop dead in their tracks.

Meanwhile, outside, the crew is collectively wincing with every scream you let out. “Maybe we should just let them handle it,” Robin suggests with a small smile, knowing better than to get in Nami’s way.

“Yeah, good luck to them,” Franky adds, cringing as another scream reverberates through the air.

Luffy, who’s lounging nearby, tilts his head and grins. “Hey, maybe they’ll have smooth legs like me!”

Back in the room, you’re gripping the sides of your seat, your knuckles white as you endure yet another strip being pulled off. “Nami, this has to be illegal in at least ten countries!”

“Relax, you’re doing great!” Nami reassures you, her voice as chipper as ever, even as you let out another ear-splitting shriek. “Just a few more and we’ll be done!”

“Just a few more?!” you practically wail, but it’s no use.

The crew collectively decides that maybe it’s best not to check in on you just yet. After all, they know better than to interfere when Nami’s on a mission.

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yanderes-galore · 2 months ago

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How about a yandere concept or scenario for yandere follower! Narinder with darling who has a crush on the Lamb? <3

Sure! I don't write Follower Narinder often ^^ He's a broody cat.

Yandere! Follower! Narinder with Darling who likes The Lamb

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Cults, Religion, Stalking, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Isolation, Jealousy, Brainwashing, Marriage, Dubious relationship.

Narinder doesn't expect to be attached to any of The Lamb's Followers.

They're all pawns to The Lamb.

Although, as a Follower himself now, he's been slowly learning to get along with the mortals.

He doesn't have much of a choice, right?

He was humbled in their last battle.

Now he has to force himself to play nice with The Lamb and their cult.

At first he does it all begrudgingly.

He does tasks, listens to sermons, and plays good follower.

He doesn't entirely enjoy much of his new life.

Not until he started noticing The Lamb's most devoted Follower.

You are The Lamb's most loyal Follower.

You've been by their side for a while, long enough to earn a Skull Necklace and be brought back from death's claws.

Narinder would know... He swears he's seen you at least once.

He doesn't usually pay you much mind.

Although... Recently, at The Lamb's urging no doubt, you've been welcoming to him.

You've given him gifts, spoken to him, and always looked so curious.

It's almost... cute.

Such thoughts are quickly pushed from the cat's mind.

Cute? Seriously?

You... You aren't cute.

Narinder keeps telling himself such a thing.

Yet... He keeps looking over at you when you do your tasks throughout the cult.

You make flower crowns, you leave gifts for The Lamb, you're so dutiful... So devoted...

He's actually envious.

It's stupid, he really shouldn't feel that way.

He should also stop purring when around you

Narinder definitely seems like the type who's just in denial of his obsession.

He doesn't like you like that... That's a stupid mortal thing.

Yet at the same time he stares at you with wide eyes from a distance.

He can deny himself all he wants.

Although, nothing can hide the way he stares and follows you around.

He may be oblivious to it, or ignoring it, but Narinder does have feelings for you.

He can't help but wonder, if he was still a Bishop... would you ever have prayed and worshiped him as much as you do The Lamb?

Narinder tries to ignore the envy he had, but it proves difficult.

Even more so when he sees how you act with The Lamb.

You praise them, make them more valuable gifts, you hug them, show affection, let them pet you...

To anyone else in the cult, two things are clear.

Narinder has feelings for you... but you only have feelings for The Lamb.

To make it even worse?

Perhaps The Lamb even reciprocates.

There isn't a lot Narinder can do as a Follower.

It's not like he can attack and kill The Lamb.

So physical violence is out of the question.

However... Here's an idea.

Manipulation.

Maybe Narinder, as the original bearer of the Red Crown, tries to influence you.

You may like The Lamb... but what if he tries to change your mind.

Not enough to dissent, but to turn you off romantically towards The Lamb.

For example, encouraging another Follower to pursue The Lamb.

After all, if you can't get rid of the competition by violence, simply drive them away.

Narinder might plan on having The Lamb marry another Follower.

That way you'd be heartbroken enough to no longer pursue The Lamb.

Once you no longer seem interested, Narinder will swoop in to comfort you.

It's strange... having a past God of Death comfort you after your heart gets broken.

He's awkward with it, unsure how exactly to comfort you at first.

Yet Narinder gets the hang of it eventually.

He practices on making gifts and practicing what to say to you.

Narinder doesn't bother hiding his purr around you anymore.

If he's gone so far as to sabotage your budding feelings for The Lamb... He definitely adores you.

Sooner or later, his plan may even work.

Maybe you'll soon confess to Narinder, making the cat perk up once he hears your words.

Narinder would want to make things official as soon as possible to stake his claim over you.

He'd have The Lamb set up a marriage ritual with you, and Narinder would give you a ring at the altar.

It's a devious plan... having your old crush officiate the pairing.

By the end of it, Narinder never lets you go.

He insists you two sleep in the same tent, purring the whole time.

With subtle manipulation and brainwashing his obsession...

Narinder can make you all his...

Even without the Red Crown's power.

#yandere cult of the lamb #yandere cotl #yandere narinder #yandere toww #yandere follower narinder

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kandisheek · 11 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 1 – STONY FAVORITES

When I Think (Oh, it Terrifies Me) by celli

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,643 Tags: Telepathy, First Time, Tony Hates Magic

Summary: Look, some mornings you wake up and little green men are invading New York City; some mornings you wake up and you can hear Captain America's voice in your head. Tony has been an Avenger long enough that he saves his freakout for important things.

Reasons why I love it: The humor in this is superb, it makes me laugh every time. Seeing how they care for one another even before they realize they want more is really, really sweet. And the conclusion in the end is brilliant in concept alone, but also so goddamn funny. Also, drunk-by-extension-Steve is a delight, always and forever.

I Hate You: A Love Story by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 14,558 Tags: College AU, Booty Calls, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Summary: Tony had honestly been stunned that his "Wanna fuck?" line had actually worked, but tasting Steve's desperation on his tongue now, it made a bit more sense. All Tony wanted was a handful of that muscular ass and a look at the abs he'd seen a hint of under Steve's painted-on shirt.

Reasons why I love it: Ferret never misses, and this fic is exhibit 399 of proof of that. I love the way Tony and Steve's relationship develops from begrudgingly in lust to actually caring for one another. And to top off a wonderful story, the smut is also superb. I've probably read this fic more than 30 times, but I always come back to read it again. It's definitely one of my comfort fics.

Exact Measurements Required by trilliath

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,517 Tags: Wardrobe Malfunctions, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously

Summary: That time S.H.I.E.L.D. quartermasters accidentally put Steve's balls in a vise and it goes exactly as well as you'd expect it to. Tony promptly offers to help. Because he's helpful like that. Obviously.

Reasons why I love it: One of my favorite Stony fics of all time. Not only is it scorchingly hot, but the way trilliath took this cracky concept and turned it into such a lovely story is absolutely amazing. Tony is hilarious in this, and Steve's inner monologue just takes the cake. Definitely read this, if you haven't already!

The Highest Form of Friendship by ChibiSquirt

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,661 Tags: Getting Together, Humor, Sex on a Car

Summary: “Imagine if I’d met you back in my hellion days,” Tony says, and Steve groans out loud. There’s a mental image, here. Well, Steve’s a visual kind of guy; mental images are how he operates. The mental image is of a baby Tony - okay, not baby; Heyday Tony, let’s call him - and Heyday Tony has dark eyes and a wide mouth, and the little pin-scratch frown that Nowadays Tony wears all the time these days has been magically retrotransformed into a confident smirk. Heyday Tony has the same lean strength that Nowadays Tony has, but he looks taller because he bears himself more aggressively, more straight-backed. Heyday Tony has poofy hair and a tendency to look all the way down, and all the way back up, at a person - regardless of gender - before meeting their eyes. Steve knows: he’s seen the videos. Has maybe studied the videos. Has maybe spent more time on that activity than strictly appropriate... “Can we not?” he pleads. “It didn’t happen that way, and it did happen this way, and that’s how it is.”

Reasons why I love it: Their chemistry in this one is just off the charts. ChibiSquirt's characterizations never miss, but in this one especially they completely knocked it out of the park. The fic is equal parts scorchingly hot and hilarious, so definitely give it a read, if you haven't already.

Unfurl Your Gown by theladyingrey42

Pairing: Steve/Tony, past Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 8,541 Tags: Crossdressing, Denial, Barebacking

Summary: "I feel ridiculous." Steve scowls at his drink and pretends he's not shifting just to feel the skirt against his thighs.

Reasons why I love it: I don't know why I have a huge thing for Steve struggling-with-gender-concepts Rogers, but I do. And this fic scratches that itch in the most satisfying way. It's heartbreaking in one moment, hot as hell the next, and finishes off with a conclusion that makes my heart melt every time. Tony is so lovely in this, supporting Steve all the way, and Steve's inner conflict is gloriously written. I can't recommend it highly enough.

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #fanfiction recommendation #a year in fanfic recs

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woozten-x · 1 year ago

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#. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 || 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Insomniac nights are a pain...But, Na Jaemin will be the end of it all.

─ CONTENT WARNING: Indirect mention of suicide, DEPRESSION!

─ Pairing: Na Jaemin x Gender-Neutral Reader

─ Genre: Angst w. Comfort, Fluff/Wholesome

─ Concepts: reader has insomnia and depression, indirect statement towards suicide(?), basically reader getting comforted by reader because everyone needs a Jaemin in their lives, crappy writing pls don't mind that LOL

─ Count of Words: 1.2k

─ Inspiration of the work: What Was I Made For? - Billie Ellish

A/N: hi again LMAOODHSD yeah its been awhile. uhh... well... ive been burnt out for awhile because for some reason sitting and writing was a really difficult task to do lately. i am working on other projects! but, finishing them is a different story. this isn't how i wanted to come back... but, things been rough so i've been in the gutter and just wrote this on a whim since writing is just my source of comfort.

this is incredibly self indulgent. its a little too real? idk. the emotions are there but its not exactly clarified further? i decided to post so i can just put something up before doing changes to my acc + have some comfort for people who dealt with similar issues (stay strong<3). i am not sure what else to really say HAHAHDGS but, i will be writing and putting some things up again!!

ty for anyone who followed and continued supporting my works. i really appreciate it<3 i hope you guys have a great day/night :)

Another sleepless night.

At this point, it should be part of your routine, but it has gotten to the point where you are staring at your ceiling in the dark. Endless thoughts struck your mind like thunder, each droplet of your breath seems repetitive; you are still breathing yet somehow everything feels so empty. You are not sure why you feel this way or maybe you do, it is simply one of those feelings you feel at times.

Because of these same feelings, you are left wide awake with your body begging to sleep but your mind is continuing to howl within the night; yet there is no moon. Somehow, everything feels so dark. During these late hours where everyone is sleeping, nightfall seems endless for you - finding no peace within, especially amongst your inner turmoil.

You glance at your bedside, reaching out to take your phone and check the time. The white, bold number glows back at you - ‘2:00 a.m.’ reflecting back at you and momentarily blinding you with its powerful light. You let out a heavy sigh, placing down your phone on the nightstand with eyes stinging slightly from exhaustion and possibly the bright light of your phone. Rising from your bed, you quietly open the door.

Your footstep croaks upon the wooden floor of your apartment, walking to the kitchen that was only down the hallway; thinking maybe you could find something to munch on. Knowingly, you would only go to the kitchen without much reason or an appetite. It was a distraction, one that could help you out of your thoughts; even for a brief moment.

Quietly you stalk towards the kitchen, the tile floor cold against your skin, you pay no mind however. Your hand extends towards the fridge, opening it and letting the light be the only thing illuminating back at you. Eyes scan the items inside the fridge, finding nothing appetizing nor did you bother to move to grab something; instead you stand in front of the fridge, the coldness escaping wraps around you.

It wasn’t comfortable. No, it was far from comfortable…Yet it was somehow comforting to feel it.

“Y/N?”

Blinking away the daze cursing you in place, you glanced over your shoulder to see Na Jaemin; your roommate and a friend since highschool. The two of you have quite a history, in fact he is one of your best friends, one who experienced the highs and lows with you. He seems confused upon seeing you at this hour, concern evident in his gaze but he conceals it with his usual smile of his.

One that seems to hold no worries.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, walking over to you and you look away once hearing the beeping from the refrigerator. It was alerting the both of you about how the door was open a bit too long. You close it and Jaemin grunts when he bumps into the corner of the counter within the kitchen, “What are you doing in the dark? You got night vision?” He grumbles, a hint of pain in his teasing.

You chuckle, walking towards the light switch of the kitchen and pressing the button - “Maybe I do~ Maybe I am a vampire.”

“Is that why you are always sleeping during the day?” Jaemin jokes along, the same smile playing on his lips. The light of the kitchen glowing in a faint yellow, your eyes easily landing on Jaemin; although he carries a smile, it did not reach his eyes. “Are you okay?” He asks, inquiring about your well-being once more; he seems to care so much.

But, for what reason? Your mind instantly thinks that when just seeing it. Feeling it.

You shrug, “No idea. Just have…A lot of thoughts.” You admittedly say, not exactly direct with what you were feeling. No words could describe it; was it exhaustion? Sadness? No, for some reason, it was more complicated than that.

Jaemin eyes at you, tilting his head - “What kind of thoughts?”

“When will the world end?” You joke with a small, half-hearted laugh. Jaemin rolls his eyes, your playfulness seizing an opportunity; but, it wasn’t exactly worth it. No joy overwrites the concern on Jaemin’s handsome face.

“Do you want the world to end?” He asks, leaning himself against the edge of the counter. You stood near the fridge, feeling your shoulders shrug at his question; it was a joke, nothing more. However, Jaemin had caught on the deeper undertone of it.

You sigh, “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s not like Doom would appear at my service.”

“Yes, dating some type of godly being is out of the question.” Jaemin chuckles, nodding at your words. You feel your lips tug up into a small smile at the same banter, your eyes falling away from his; your eyes scanning the tile floor, each line of the floor somehow more interesting than the person facing you.

“I wouldn’t want it to end.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and you scoff at his words. You part your lips to speak, but he continues - “But, if it ever ended, I would want to spend the very last moment with you.”

You chuckle, not exactly surprised to hear that from him. He’s always been vocal about his loyalty towards you and even his fondness; but, somehow it has your eyes watering just a little. It was such a small thing, one thing that seemed like a Na Jaemin thing to say yet it held so much impact. You look up, blinking away the tears with a laugh leaving you - “You are so cheesy.”

Jaemin shrugs, “I prefer speaking the truth.” He softly said, noticing the vulnerability surrounding you. Even when you hide it, he is always going to notice. He lifts himself off the counter, walking towards you. Strong arms surround you, tugging you close against a warmth; one that seems familiar, but one you seemed to have forgotten.

You rest your head against his chest, hearing the faint heartbeat of Jaemin. He places a hand on the back of your head, cradling you in his secure grasp - “It’s alright now.”

Burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face; the same tears that never came for these past nights. No matter how hard you tried, they wouldn’t fall. Finally, the warmth streams down your cheeks, letting all the heaviness drown you; you hold onto Jaemin, fingers loosely grasping onto his sweater, as he lets out a low assuring hum.

Even when you know he would never understand, he is going to stand in front of you with open arms. He always will.

“I won’t leave you alone for the night, okay?” He murmurs near your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

You nod, your grasp tightening on his sweater. By the end of the night, you won’t be able to let him go…

Even with these past nights of anxiety and overthinking, you are finally falling asleep in peace.

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niaxbailey · 4 months ago

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Full Name: Nia Rose Bailey Nickname: Nia Age & Birthday: Thirty-six (36), December 18th. Occupation: Restaurant Manager Preferred Pronouns & Gender: She/her & cis-female Sexuality: Bisexual Hometown & how long in town: Manhattan, New York. In Briar Ridge for six years. Neighborhood: Downtown Family: Tba, but they're not local. I might add one of her brothers as a wc. PINTEREST || CONNECTIONS

Born the oldest of three to a 'new money' household in the infamous New York City, Nia admittedly felt pressured growing up to achieve. From the Bronx to Manhattan by the time she was six.

Her parents are both long-standing healthcare professionals who met originally as an EMT and ER Nurse.

Nia has always been a bit of a mathematics wiz, which was encouraged but in wanting the best for her Nia's parents tended to push her into a lot of extracurricular activities with a 'think of your future' and a smile.

It was consistently drilled into Nia that because of her race and background, she'd have to work twice as hard in life to earn respect. Not just from her parents, but from the private school she went to - the attitude from teachers, and her peers.

Track, lacrosse, debate - helping her younger brothers, given their parents' busy and demanding schedules. In the city that never sleep it often felt like Nia's early years were spent in fast-forward mode.

She attended Columbia. An Applied Mathematics major, who, graduated with zero idea of what exactly she wanted to do out in the big wide world.

She ended up working as a budget analyst, dating a family friend, and still very much feeling like she was going through the motions until well into her 20s.

Which is when her life was rocked. Her parents divorced, shattering the illusion she'd grown up with that they knew what was best & the path she was on had to be right because it was molded with their help and experience. Learning they'd both had affairs really split their family apart, her siblings dramatically taking sides and Nia finally decided she needed to get away from it all and make some choices for herself. Nia ended up in Briar Ridge by a bit of a roll of the dice, she didn't quite know where she was going just... somewhere. She'd stopped in Luther's, saw a job posting in a nearby restaurant window, and decided it seemed like as good of a place as any to stay if only for a little while. That turned into years, and Nia got to start fresh in the small town seemingly worlds away from her old life. Now, combined with her hard work and education, Nia has ended up as the restaurant manager at Alvaro's and she's happy to use her head for numbers in a way that she actually cares about. Fun Facts: - She didn't get her license until after moving to Briar Ridge in her late 20s. - A bit of a gym rat, she likes doing those ridiculous themed runs. - Doesn't understand the concept of a day off. - She will agree to just about anything for the low, low price of a New York-style Cheesecake. - Really loves horror movies, but might also then answer her door with a baseball bat xD Feel free to look at her wanted connection page for plotting ideas!

#intro.#briar ridge task

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damnfandomproblems · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/730443258208124929/from-responses-to-4292-it-is-for-everyone-that?source=share technically no unless they identify with any label that isnt just cis/het people on the ace spectrum are apart of the lgbt community. that description of the stereotypical straight relation ship of people who dont agree with lgbt community was just to remind people of the kind of people that have actually caused harm to the lgbt community in the past. if people want that lifestyle that's okay ofc do what you want its your life but historically these are the majority and its these people that have tried to demonize being gay or in anyway different speaking of im going to take this chance to say this to that one person who got offended by me calling lgbt people "deviant" "weird" or "queer" (i can no longer see exactly what you said bcuz i blocked you) its because we are. and me saying that isn't me saying its a bad thing. but there are those that believe that. to a cis/het person who doesn't agree with lgbt, ace people are still considered to be "weird", "deviant", and "queer". Anyway no the people you described are not inherently apart of the lgbt community. this argument is about the fact that some people think if you are not in some way in a homosexual relationship that you aren't actually apart of the lgbt community. like saying "bi or pan people aren't gay enough if they have a opposite sex partner, unless of of them is trans" However the ace spectrum deals more with HOW you are attracted to someone. you can experience no sexual attraction at all (some ace people still have sex for their partners or just because they can but feeling disgust towards sex is also common) aromantic people are much the same but with romance instead then there's Demi which are people who tend to only feel sexual or romantic or both attraction if they have a strong emotional attachment to someone. and there are more but those are the most common three gay people can feel this too. nonbinary couples also so why would there be an exception for straight people???? there's a lot more to the lgbt community than just gays and trans being straight or cis doesn't automatically disqualify you from being queer however however we still shouldn't shit on ALLIES or the concept of being straight or cis in general that description i gave was, again, just a reminder of who actually has caused problems for lgbt from the beginning. in America those are the kinds of people who've harmed us as have worked to make us seem less than human. the people who have tried to put themselves on a pedestal of perfection and normalcy and that being anything but is unnatural and a sin. that's why i say the lgbt community is for everyone but that. 1/2

2/2 and allies are welcome here. it may not be the right community they need like say a pro kink community for those interested in evolving their sex life but the less we try and push these people away the better because in a way as long as they support us too and are working to tear down that "pedestal of perfection" conservatives have built then in a way they are and always been apart of the community. a community of people who have all felt the effects of being considered "not normal", "sinful", "disgusting". and much worse this is also why kink is at pride parades. they are people who have been considered much of what lgbt people have. and have always helped to fight for our rights. personally i cant wait for a day that lgbt includes cis/ het even without other labels or identities. because they are still both a sexuality and a gender identification. and as lgbt becomes more popular and widely accepted we are seeing more and more a sort of discrimination against cis/het people from members of the lgbt community. very largely seen with bi or pan people. and this heterophobia is not healthy and is often instigated by people who want to remain "different" and want something to bully and make themselves seen better, which is becoming easier to do since your more likely to get backlash for being straight and hating on gays for being gay. so in short, being apart of the lgbt community is more about connecting with people who've had similar experiences as you for your identity being """not normal""" while also fighting for ALL identities to be considered normal. and this includes cis/het people with "micro identifications" like the ace spectrum. (and personally i hope for the eventual dissolvement of the lgbt community entirely and we can all just exist) i am notorious for being bad at explanations so i can only hope this clears things up

This is a response to this ask.

#response to previous ask #response to previous problem

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tbg041397 · 2 days ago

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Just Ask!

Written by Sonia Sotomayor

Illustrated by Rafael Lopez

Genre or category

Difference or Disability (Schneider Family Award Winner 2020)

Target Age Group

4-7 years ; Pre-K-3rd grade

Summary

Sonia, the author and narrator of the book, introduces readers to her friends and the different abilities and disabilities they have. Together they come together to plant a garden.

Justification

This book approaches disability from a position that I didn’t find common when I was growing up. I was taught not to stare at people who were different and to especially not bring it up in conversation. Sotomayor instead encourages children to ask when they see something they don’t understand and then models asking respectful and diverse questions. It would be impossible to cover every type of difference and disability in a children’s book, so Sotomayor instead teaches how to navigate conversations that will be useful for any situation.

Evaluation

For this review, I will be evaluating the word choice, accuracy, and illustrations.

Word Choice

In Children’s Literature Briefly, Young et al. discuss the importance of using natural and rich vocabulary in stories for children (2020). This is especially important in books that are meant to teach children new concepts such as Just Ask! by Sonia Sotomayor. In a book that serves the purpose of introducing medical conditions and learning disabilities, accuracy of language means normalizing and empowering the reader. Sotomayor does not talk down to readers or hide information in easier-to-understand-verbiage. Key words such as insulin, inhaler, stutter, Tourette's, and chromosome are casually used throughout the story, giving readers words they can comfortably use in the future. Each new technical term is introduced with enough context to allow young readers to infer meaning or are presented with a more familiar synonym (insulin/medicine, chromosomes/building blocks). In Sotomayor's own words, this was written to empower young children to speak openly about differences and her use of precise language allows the book to effectively do this.

Accuracy

While Just Ask! is not considered a non-fiction book, it covers a wide range of real life experiences. Accurately and diversely portraying the disabilities in the story is what makes this book particularly strong in this category. Sotomayor stays away from showing one experience

Shared among the characters. Instead, she portrays each character with unique and true to life characteristics. For example, when discussing autism, Sotomayor introduces two characters, one that loves to talk about his favorite things and one who does not speak at all. This sends the message to readers that each of the differences discussed can appear in more than one way. Sotomayor also accurately portrays differences affecting all ethnicities and genders. By doing so, she avoids giving the impression that children exactly like the reader can experience these differences. This sets Just Ask! apart from other books that may cover a single story.

Illustrations

Just Ask! deals with a subject that can be heavy to discuss, especially for younger readers. It would be easy to make any story that informs about health problems and learning disabilities overly serious and dry. However, illustrator Rafael Lopez injects whimsy and positive energy into the book with his colorful and expressive illustrations. Lopez strays away from using photorealistic coloring in his illustrations, instead using bright, highly saturated colors. In doing so, he gives the narrative a fun and energetic feel to contrast the serious subject matter. Readers will be drawn to the bright greens, blues, and yellows of the illustrations, encouraging them to read further. Lopez creates the same effect with the expressiveness of his art, specifically the children. He uses big expressions and to draw readers in and illustrates each child mid-action, giving the informative prose extra life and movement. Lopez’s illustrations took what could have been a very dry picture book and breathed life and excitement into it, making it stand out among the other informative fiction stories.

References

Sotomayor, S. (2019). Just ask! (R. Lopez, Illus.). Philomel Books

Young, T., Bryan, G., Jacobs, J. S., & Tunnell, M. O. (2020). Children's Literature, Briefly (7th ed.). Pearson Education (US). https://reader.yuzu.com/books/9780136765974

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mybookof-you · 4 months ago

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Why I Am a Patriot

From Wiki:

"Nationalism is an idea and movement that holds that the nation should be congruent with the state.[1][2] As a movement, it presupposes the existence[3] and tends to promote the interests of a particular nation,[4] especially with the aim of gaining and maintaining its sovereignty (self-governance) over its perceived homeland to create a nation-state. It holds that each nation should govern itself, free from outside interference (self-determination), that a nation is a natural and ideal basis for a polity,[5] and that the nation is the only rightful source of political power."

Also from Wiki:

"Patriotism is the feeling of love, devotion, and a sense of attachment to a country or state. This attachment can be a combination of different feelings for things such as the language of one's homeland, and its ethnic, cultural, political, or historical aspects. It may encompass a set of concepts closely related to nationalism, mostly civic nationalism and sometimes cultural nationalism"

As the daughter of a sergeant in the US Army who served in Vietnam, I grew up in a little town nestled just outside an army base. I was fortunate not to have suffered the constant moving that most military children go through at a time when it is so important to establish relationships with one's peers and educational community. As a result of our location, I attended school with classmates from many cultures, backgrounds, and experiences--some of whom stayed as their parents retired and others who bugged out as their parents were re-stationed. That was my world as a youth.

There were events and hints of racism in my family life and at school, but I was mostly oblivious. All the people I came into contact with seemed like they were just people. I passed as white, too, so I did not have the experience of being non-white in American society. I had no idea how the world can be when it comes to ethnic, cultural, racial, and religious prejudices. I had read and heard about those things but they never rang through my body and soul the way personal experience does.

As an adult I am more aware of the reality of threats and events that force some of us in America to live in fear, though I personally remain mostly unaffected. I live in the Midwest now, and it makes me uncomfortable when I walk into a grocery store and find employees wearing t-shirts that read "Stronger together, build community," and there are large flag decals decorating the check-out isles. I don't know what that means to them exactly. Sometimes, I feel like I am in a foreign country.

The country I know stands for freedom and equality among all peoples, races, cultures, ethnicities, and gender. It does not stand for things that take away rights for women, non-binary individuals, or people of color. It does not deliberately establish laws and policies that force sectors of its people to live in fear or distress. It provides affordable healthcare, homes, and food. It ensures basic needs like an income that allows its citizens to provide for themselves and their families. It takes care of the needs of its elderly and the poor. It respects human life.

Maybe improvement won't be seen overnight. Maybe some things won't work as well as we had thought. The hope is that we keep trying to attain those goals. We talk through our differences and listen before we answer. We try to understand one another to the best of our abilities. We offer criticisms that lead to solutions and not character assassination or a lack of alternatives--mostly. I say mostly, because we are allowed to be human. And, sometimes that is how we feel--frustrated and angry. It can be healthy to express those things. Feelings are not the same as actions, and our actions should prove that we are in it to work together. That is how we learn to trust. That is the America I believe in.

It will take a lot of work to gain trust across the wide perception and understanding of all the citizens in our country. It will take compromise and cooperation. If we are not able to agree, we go along with a fair and truly represented majority vote. Checks and balances should be set in place to avoid situations that lead to imbalance and under-representation. If one way doesn't work, we can be critical, but let us not lose hope. If we don't like the way things are, let's try to change it. Let's try something different. Share your ideas with those you elect. Demand to be heard through perseverance and hard work. Don't give up.

The underlying value that will keep us together is the belief that we *all* matter without regard to race, culture or religion. That we *all* have value and contribute to the productivity and worth of our country as a whole. We are so unique to the world as individuals and as a collective, as the United States of America.

That is what I believe in and what I have so much hope to continue supporting. I want to work for the vision of who we are as a nation inclusive of all its citizens and future citizens alike. From where I sit, the party most likely to promote that vision is the Democratic party. I'd like to believe that a majority of Americans believe that, too--that we *all* just need a place to feel safe and cared for. That is why I am a patriot--not because of how things are but because of how things can be. Imagine.

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zkenvs3000w24 · 10 months ago

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Privilege and Nature Interpretation

In the realm of nature interpretation, a concept that often takes centre stage is "privilege." But what exactly does this term mean in the context of connecting people with the natural world? Before delving into its role here is my working definition of the term.

To me privilege refers to the unearned advantages or benefits that people hold due to their social identity. Things like race, gender, socio-economic status and education. The idea is that some individuals navigate the world with an “invisible backpack” filled with opportunities and advantages that others may not have (Hooykas, 2024).

I make a conscious effort to acknowledge and appreciate the privileges that shape my journey. The opportunity to attend the University of Guelph stands out as a unique and valuable experience, offering access to quality education that isn't universally accessible. Sharing a house with friends cultivates a supportive living environment that extends beyond shared expenses, creating a genuine sense of community and friendship that significantly boosts my mental well-being. Living in Guelph opens doors to nature exploration and outdoor activities, presenting a distinct privilege that not everyone enjoys. This connection with the environment becomes a source of both physical and mental well-being

So, what role does privilege play in the world of nature interpretation?

It impacts the entire experience, influencing not only how interpreters engage with the natural world but also how their audience perceives and connects with it.

Privilege often dictates who has easy access to nature interpretation opportunities. Individuals with economic privilege might be able to afford guided hikes, wildlife excursions, or environmental education programs, while others may not have the financial means to participate.

Language is a powerful tool, especially in the realm of interpretation. Those who are fluent in widely used languages, particularly English, might find themselves at an advantage. Academic and professional opportunities in the field often favor those who can communicate effectively in dominant languages.

Nature interpretation is most effective when it's culturally relevant. Individuals from privileged backgrounds may find their cultural experiences more readily represented and acknowledged in interpretation programs, while others may feel excluded.

Engaging with nature involves a degree of risk, whether physical or emotional. Privilege can influence one's comfort level with risk. For instance, those who have had the privilege of outdoor experiences since childhood might approach outdoor activities with more confidence than those who haven't.

In the world of nature interpretation, privilege plays a significant role in shaping experiences and opportunities. Recognizing and understanding privilege is not about feeling guilty; it's about fostering inclusivity and breaking down barriers. As interpreters, it's our responsibility to reflect on our own advantages, acknowledging the benefits we bring to the table. The goal is to create nature experiences that are accessible, relevant, and meaningful for everyone. By doing this, we contribute to a more diverse and enriched narrative of our relationship with the natural world.

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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago

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I finally got all the Fazbear Fright stories and i think my favorite one yet is "Bunny call".

Fandom: Fazbear Frights, specifically "Bunny Call*

Character: Ralpho (I must tell i really wasn't expecting this guy to be 6 feets and a half, i thought he was way smaller)

Fic type: short or concept (whatever is best for you)

It can be platonic or romantic. Also, reader can be a new counselor in Camp Etenia

Sure! I think my personal favorite was "Count The Ways". I'll see what I can do with Ralpho :) I struggled on how to tackle this so this is how if went-

"Yandere!" Ralpho The Bunny with Counselor!Darling

(Fazbear Frights: Bunny Call)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Dubious companionship, Violence, Implied protective yandere, Implied murder, Blood, Implied kidnapping, Open-ended story.

Bunny Call stays pretty vague from what I remember when it comes to what exactly Ralpho is.

He isn't an animatronic and acts like a haunted/sentient suit.

Plus, he actually "bleeds" in the story.

Based on how he pursues Bob in the story, we can also assume Ralpho is persistent in pursuing a goal.

I have a feeling that if you're a counselor, Ralpho may be more docile.

I'm just guessing, however.

As said before, we don't know much about this orange rabbit.

For the most part, even as a counselor, you'd probably have no clue about Ralpho's sentience.

Far as you know Ralpho is a costume worn by employees for the Bunny Call event campers can sign up for.

You probably haven't seen the costume move until you leave the area.

When you leave the area I imagine Ralpho would stalk you in the surrounding woods.

Maybe you're on night shift and wander the paths of the camp to check for any strange behavior.

It's a job someone has to do.

While you do your job in the camp, Ralpho no doubt watches you.

In this concept his intentions are dubious.

He probably doesn't even have a set reason as to why he's drawn to you.

It could be a supernatural force for all you know.

For this I'd say Ralpho comes off as "platonic" if you can call it that with his actions.

Ralpho is primarily an observing yandere, he just likes to watch.

You may never even know he moves around at night, not unless you're perceptive.

Even then... you have to know what to look for.

Ralpho acts similar to an animal at times with the way he follows you.

Ralpho didn't actually kill anyone in his story so it's unknown if he actually could.

Although in this story I feel he could.

With how intensely the rabbit watches you, he'd no doubt act as a guardian in the shadows.

Being a counselor you'll have to deal with some unruly campers...

Be it ungrateful adults or misbehaving kids.

It's a handful...

But Ralpho can help.

The next day, the kids are behaving quite well towards you.

That and some of the adults have left early or went missing.

It's a... strange change yet you'll take it.

Then there's if you're struggling to keep up with little jobs around the camp.

Turns it someone helped you when you weren't looking.

Ralpho is a helpful rabbit.

When you ignore the possible trauma and murder he's caused to campers.

He'd make it a goal to help his obsession whenever they need it.

At first, help is appreciated.

Until you start asking just how it's happening.

When you start getting suspicious, that's when things proceed to intensify.

When you actively start looking for how you're getting all this help and why campers are disappearing... you may see signs.

Blood in the woods, orange fur darting from the corner of your eye, wide vibrant purple-ish eyes staring from the darkness before scampering away...

If you pay attention, you'll notice the supernatural nature of your predicament.

This help wasn't your coworkers...

It's something else.

Ralpho will realize you're catching on.

For the most part I imagine Ralpho to work out of your sight.

He's "caring" for you even when you don't know it.

If you actively tried to hunt him down to search for who's helping you, Ralpho may act rashly.

He can't hide from you anymore...

When you realize the one who's been helping you is a sentient costume/supernatural force... it's too late.

Panic all you want... it won't change your fate.

Ralpho has you right where he wants you.

Sure, you can lock yourself in a cabin and hope you can repel him...

But soon you'll make a mistake.

The moment Ralpho gets inside... he'll run for you.

Like an animal, he'll pounce on you and tower over you.

A hand will clamp itself over your mouth and you'll be dragged out of the cabin.

You'll most likely never be heard from again after you're dragged deep into the woods by him... just like those campers.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fazbear frights #yandere fazbear frights ralpho

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shiemori-writes · 2 years ago

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PAIRING: Sebek Zigvolt x Reader

SUMMARY: Sebek has taken notice of his friend's recent unusual behaviour, and when he saw them crying one night, he took it upon himself to try to comfort them, only later realizing that the reason for their tears was because of a book they've recently read.

CONTAINS: gender neutral reader, mutual pining, 2nd Person POV, SFW, Fluff with a hint of crack

Authors Note: Ah my first (published) fic! hope y'all like it! I'm having a bit of a Sebek brainrot atm and I thought this would be a funny concept to write :D

Pacing through the halls of Diasomnia, Sebek had been pondering about your recent strange behaviour.

You appeared to be more...what was the word?

'sad?'

for lack of a better term, he thought. You'd always space out during your hangouts and was generally more...quiet, than usual, eerily so.

He'd never admit it out loud but- he missed your old self, he was worried for your wellbeing- as much as he's embarrassed to admit it.

Never would the young knight in training would have thought that he would ever befriend you, the magicless prefect, let alone be worried about you out of all people.

He grumbled under his breath, how dare you? A human- a magicless one at that- make him so distracted from his duties as a knight? Make him feel so, so-

"Worried?"

A voice interrupted his train of thoughts, chuckling in amusement.

Startled by the sudden presence, he fumbled, but quickly regained his sense of composure upon realizing who the voice belonged to. Stiffening, his face reddened.

"M-master Lilia!!!" He bowed, attempting to hide his flustered state, he coughed. "W-worried by what, exactly?" he asked, confused by the sudden question his master brought upon him.

"Why, worried for the ramshackle prefect obviously!" The old fae replied smiling, as if stating the most obvious thing in the world.

"W-WHAT?!!?"

His voice yelled out all throughout the dorm, causing Lilia to be startled by his sudden loudness, even startling himself from how loud he had been infront of his master. Lowering his head in shame he mumbled an apology for his behaviour, even more embarrassed than before

Oh great sevens end him now

Lilia merely laughed it off, patting his back like how a father would when talking with his son. "Oh! It's quite alright Sebek!" The shorter fae replied laughing, heavily amused by how flustered you made him. 'Ah young love!' He thought, reminiscing on the days where he'd been younger.

Shaking his head, he quickly came back to the topic at hand, you.

"But anyways, I take it you're worried for y/n?" He asked, glancing at the expression the knight in training was currently making.

The boy in question averted his gaze, replying with a curt nod. "....Yes...They've been...More quiet? They seem to be more lost in thought often..I...Worry for them." He said quietly, furrowing his eyebrows at the thought of you being so miserable.

Lilia stroked his chin, closing his eyes as if deep in thought. "I see..They must miss their home a lot." The old fae added, taking account in how you technically had no family here with you, no photographs to hold close to and cherish, nothing to remind you of home, nothing.

There was a brief silence after his master's statement,

Huh. He never did put much thought into that.

It must be awfully lonely being surrounded by people who already know each other- ....

As he let the thought sink in more and more, he felt immense sympathy and, furthermore, guilt.

feeling conflicted. He did want to comfort you, but-

what would he even say? he never was the type to spew out flowery compliments, let alone comfort. He was still...Fairly new to all of it.

Lilia, who had been watching him silently sulk in sorrow, had finally decided to break the silence.

"Go to them"

He urged the boy, who was now staring at him with wide eyes.

"N-now-????" he asked, "B-but master Lilia! wouldn't it be improper to visit at such a-" He was promptly shushed by the older fae, who simply smiled at him in approval. "I'm sure they'd appreciate it Sebek, they need a friend to cheer them up after all!" He said, encouraging him even more.

Huffing out, the young knight nodded, determination flodding him suddenly, as he ran towards ramshackle.

Watching as the boy ran, Lilia simply snickered.

"Hmm..I think I forgot to tell him they were simply getting emotional at the book I gave the prefect...hm..Welp! Oh well!"

There he stood, finally reaching your dorm. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. Shuffling could be heard behind the door as your footsteps grew louder and louder, until finally the door had been opened.

"Crowley for the last time IF YOU- Sebek????" You turned to him, confused by his sudden visit. Stepping closer he inspected your face, your eyes were all red and puffy and faint tear stains could be seen. Dear sevens, you were this upset?

His eyebrows furrowed as his frown deepened. "Human....Have you been...crying?" He said, deciding to be direct, voice laced with (very badly) hidden worry and concern.

Your eyes widened in embarrassment, not expecting him to notice. Let's just say you've been binge reading a certain book series Lilia had given you and you may or may not have gotten attached to the characters, who, as predicted, had died. It was to be expected but you were still feeling bitter about the whole ordeal. You were gonna have to get back at Lilia for lying about it being a "happy story".

Snapping out of your thoughts you focused your attention on your (boy) friend who stood in front of you, arms crossed as he huffed, impatiently waiting for your answer.

"W-well,,, aha- yessss,????" You answered awkwardly, gesturing your hands into finger guns as you smiled nervously. "B-but uh! It's not a big deal reall-"

"Human!!!"

He interrupted seemingly embarrassed by what he's about to say next. "L-listen up you hear me!! I-I'm only gonna say this once!!!" He yelled out, his usual loud voice wavered.

You simply nodded, anticipating for what he was about to say, the determined face he held intriguing you.

"I..I know it must be- wait no that's- not right." he shook his head, correcting himself. "I- I may not know exactly how you may feel- nor have I gone through the same experience as you, Human- but.." He paused, carefully choosing his words.

"I want you to know that you will always have a home here, at NRC, and that we-..."

"I...Care for you."

Your eyes widened, taken aback by his genuine care and fondness he had declared to have for you. Smiling, you decided to hug him, while he was surprised, he can't say he didnt like the warmth you radiated, nor the smile that illuminated your features.

"Thanks Sebek, you can be unexpectedly sweet when you want to be can you?" You teased. He simply huffed and hugged you tighter in response, muttering a quiet 'shut up'. Giggling, you burried your head in the crook of his neck.

"Thanks for this, Sebek, It means a lot."

"...Anytime...Y/n.." he muttered quietly, playing with your hair. Gasping, you looked up to see his blush tinted cheeks.

"You actually said my name!"

"D-Don't get used to it Human!!!!"

EXTRA:

featuring: Grim ruining the peace because he can

Grim, who saw it all, snickering: PFT ya DO know that the reason my henchman was crying was because of a book they read right? Ya think it was because of somethin deep???

Sebek:

Sebek, eyes widening in horror: Human what is he implying

Y/n, sweating: uhh yeaaah- I wanted to tell you but you kindaa- interrupted before I could...Sebek? SEBEK-

Grim: MYAHHH HE PASSED OUT?!

(Additional) Author's Note: Did I, semi speedrun this because I just found out it's Leona's birthday and I wanted to write something for him? Maybe But! That having said, I hope you enjoyed reading!

#twisted wonderland x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #diasomnia #x reader #sebek #disney twisted wonderland

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dresshistorynerd · 1 year ago

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Okay, I have actually still something I want to say.

I do dislike it a lot when people impose their modern concepts of gender and sexuality on historical people. I don't mean I have an issue with people relating a historical figure and being like "I'm choosing to believe they were same as me" and making jokes, I do that too (Julie is my bi icon after all). But when trying to actually understand history, we need to put aside our concepts about gender and sexuality.

When Julie was alive gender and sexuality were very much tied together. The anon here said that especially if a sapphic woman was dressing in men's clothing it wouldn't mean they were a man. But that is exactly the opposite from how gender was seen at the time. Man and woman, were very much defined in their relationship to one another. A Man was the one who was pursued a Woman. A Man penetrated a Woman.

It's why men having sex together was criminalized, but women having sex together was not. It was a scandal yes, decedent behavior sure, but not a crime. Homoromanticism too was at the time much more accepted, even seen as kind of a phase young men and women would go through. This is because there was not really a concept for sexual orientation. It was seen more as a preference or proclivity to feel attraction or have relations with the same gender. But having feeling like that didn't mean they'd lead to gay sex, same as having feelings for a person you weren't married to didn't necessarily leading to extra-marital sex. But if it did, on either case, that was the problem. In fact, both of these would be the crime of sodomy. Women who were accused of sodomy, were generally women who had extra-marital sex with a man. The normative sex was only reproductive sex inside marriage. This is also why not doing that, never getting married, was generally also seen as at least suspicious.

Gender was highly essentialised and a lot of behavior was attached to it, including sexual behavior. Women were naturally less intelligent, they were naturally weak, dainty, passive etc. Men were naturally intelligent, strong, aggressive, dominant, active etc. I've talked before about the white supremacist patriarchy that was created through colonialism and had been taking it's form for a while, when Julie was alive. And in it, these essentialised gendered behaviors were justified with biology and veneer of science. These gender boundaries were very strict and intentionally excluded a lot of people from both categories, mostly non-Europeans and lower classes. It was part of the dehumanization of racialised peoples, as the binary gender system recognises only exactly two genders, falling short of the tightly defined borders of the two genders means you also fall short of humanity. But this applied to anyone who deviated from the norms, including women who were involved with other women or dressed in men's clothing. Today gender essentialism is alive and well, though it has taken different forms, but strength and aggressiveness are still widely believed to be biologically gendered (you only have to listen to a terf for a minute to see it very explicitly) and it's still very colonialist.

I know that not all people personally agree with all the social norms of their society (I don't). But most of them would have internalised at least how these things work on a basic level. For example most of us living today think of sexuality as an orientation, as more or less biologically essential part of a person. But that's not actual Scientific Truth. We don't know for sure why some people are attracted to the same gender. Sexual orientation is how we socially and culturally conceptualize those feelings. Same is true for how we understand gender. For example, it's still not broadly socially acceptable for men to wear dresses. So if (a person perceived as) a man is wearing a dress they are doing it while knowing people will question their gender and sexuality. Maybe they don't care and they just want to wear a dress, maybe they want people to question their sexuality and/or gender because they are not a straight man and they want to be seen as who they are, or maybe it's an intentional political statement against gendering of skirts. Or something different. But we wouldn't really know without asking them.

There is no way to say it pleasantly. Your recent post about Julie... its speculation is a slap in the face of masculine women. Dressing in men's clothing is not a statement against being female, especially in times when male clothes were far more practical than women's. (And especially in the case of a bisexual or homosexual woman!) Behaving "unwomanly" is evidence only in the eyes of sexists. But even today... it is stunning to think that a woman, should her every thought not be recorded, could be deemed a secret man for being masculine! That lingering speculation, despite absence of proof, is rather insulting.

Your reading of my post is extremely dishonest or you didn't actually read the post. The whole time I talk about her as a sapphic woman, because that is what the evidence most point towards. If you think even raising the possibility that she might have been somewhere in the genderqueer or trans spectrum (like some butch lesbians identify as genderqueer and/or trans too), is an insult and means I'm sexist or some shit, there's no way to say it pleasantly, you're probably just a fucking terf.

Now I have no illusions that correcting some of the inaccurate things you said will do anything to change your mind, but because we're already here and I'm allergic to these bad fashion history takes, I'll correct them anyways. This is more for anyone else who happens to see this and actually has some level of reading comprehension.

The women's dress at the time was not necessarily any more impractical than the men's dress. The impractical part of high society women's dress was the skirt that usually had a large trail. But they would also have much more practical dresses for casual usage. High society men wore large wigs that were I would assume pretty impractical. Their clothing, which was well fitted around the torso, closed with buttons and then not very easily adjustable. On the other hand the women's dress was either loose and pinned and belted to fit (in the case of mantua) or laced (in the case of rigid gown) so very easily adjustable even during the day to keep it comfortably fitted to the changes in the body. This would be more practical for anyone, but especially to most afab people, whose bodies can change quite drastically thorough the month.

My point is actually no Julie de Maupin did not have any practical reason to dress in men's clothing. In fact it was impractical for her. As I point out in the post she struggled with the leading female roles, which she wanted to get, partly because her off-stage personality clashed so much with them. (At first) she didn't get as much recognition of performances in leading roles as in supportive roles, partly because the audiences had trouble buying her performances in those roles.

And the other point. The modern concept of fashion doesn't entirely apply to the past. Now fashion is seen as self-expression. Even being into fashion is seen as an indication of certain personality. This was not the case in the time when Julie was alive. Back then fashion was much more social decorum. To be able to participate in the high society you had to keep up with fashion. There were people who were more fashionable than others, sure but they were mostly just the richest young people around, and that made them most fashionable. Fashion was not for self-expression, it was mostly for expression of hierarchy. It was also for political expression. (There's an interesting paper on the contemporary commentary of the politics of the court fashions, which I will link here, when I'm on my desktop.) It was not about what you wanted to wear, but what you wanted others to think about you.

In addition to that at the time clothing was integral part of gender (arguably still is judging from all the conservatives loosing their minds when a man dares to wear a dress). Women in breeches and men in skirts were seen as transgressing on gender. This can be seen even in the mid 1600s conservative reaction to when women's riding habit first appeared (they never change do they?). They complained that the women were basically indistinguishable from young pretty men and like the women were even wearing skirts (seen below)? Part of this was that both the women and men were shaping their silhouettes with their clothing to gain the fashionable feminine and masculine silhouettes, which meant that different shaped bodies could still achieve either silhouette.

Looking through this lens we can ask, why did Julie wanted to be seen as transgressing on gender even though it hindered her career? I think there could be many answers to this question and one could be that she wanted to be seen as not-woman (or maybe not entirely woman). We can never know, because we don't have any of her thoughts about her androgynous expression surviving to this day.

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womensblood · 3 years ago

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Slashers react to their S/O sending nudes for the first time

(Gender is not specified, so have fun little babbies) (reader is most likely trans cause me is also trans/non-binary! I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE FELLOW TRANS PEOPEPELLLLEE)

Michael Myers

Fun fact: Michael is an old man.

He doesn’t get new fangled technology majiggies. He’s just a little creacher bro.

You guys aren’t exactly dating, but… you fuck a lot and you don’t get killed AND you live together, so that’s pretty cool.

You’re more like ‘friends’ with benefits.

He doesn’t even know what the concept of nudes are.

Like, he doesn’t even know nudity exists.

I am kidding, by the way.

You have never sent a nude image before, so this will be the first time. You take like, 50 thousand and pick out 4 of the best ones.

You know exactly the kind of shit that freak is into, and you revel in the fact you’re the only person in the world who knows what gets him off.

Blood on your skin, when you’re blazed out of your mind and right when you’re about to cum. He loves looking at how desperate you are. And more. But you can’t really do those things without touching him.

You remember that one time he had murdered a trespasser while the 2 of you were eating dinner, and some guy decided it’d be funny to come and vandalize the old Myers residence. Big fucking mistake on his part.

You 2 were in the kitchen, right by the backdoor, and Michael went to go take a piss and someone broke in and didn’t really know what to do when he saw you. He was actually really nice. Kind of. He was awkward, and in his early 20s, but he was gone so fast. Michael just slit his throat wide open, got blood on you and your Mac and Cheese. Not cool, Michael.

You got pissed at him for it too. Genuinely pissed. Because that was the only good food you had for the night. And you pushed him into the counter and screamed at him, face splattered with blood, and BOIOIOIOIOIOIOIOING! BONER ALERT! (that was vile, I know)

He grabs your hips and pushes into you, and at first, you’re against it, but when he gets rougher, you guys start fighting (and he’s more into than he likes to admit) and you guys have fight sex. It was…………… pretty cool.

So, you sent 4 pictures off yourself in various positions and at different levels of horneeness.

And Michael’s old ass gets a text from you, and it takes him like 40 fucking seconds to open his phone cause he doesn’t know how to do anything.

When he opens them he actually fucking dies.

Congratulations you just killed Michael Myers. You killed a defenseless old man you’re a monster

Just kidding. But his brain literally stops working. He just… stares.

He leaves you on read because he’s in shock but you don’t think anything of it.

Obviously, he’d never send one back.

But Michael gets distracted. Just a little. He doesn’t get distracted. Ever. Sure, he still kills good, he doesn’t even falter, but those images of you are still in the back of his mind. And he does not fucking like it.

It genuinely does piss him off that he got worked up enough to get distracted, by you, a human being, something he’s despised since he was a child.

As soon as he comes home, he quietly stalks up to your room, a little angry, a little horny too.

You’re on your bed, a can of Monster right next to you as you read some book, and you don’t even hear him. But you can feel something. But you just… can’t describe it.

Just as you were about to turn your head, Michael yanks you up by your arm and shoves you against the wall, and you delighted in seeing the rage in his eyes. A rage he only gets because of you.

Let’s just say that night was intense.

Baby Firefly

You and Baby have been together food a month now, and you decide to make the first ‘big’ move.

Without a doubt in my mind she would be the one to send nudes first. She’d probably send nudes within the first week within you guys dating but for plot you’re sending them first.

She‘s in the middle of torturing a victim, psychologically and physically.

And what better time to send nudes than when your girlfriend is in the middle of murdering peeps

You were definitely a little nervous, but you knew Baby, and you know Baby would be very thankful.

You took a picture in her room in a very provocative pose, showing all your goods.

You wanted to make them look perfect, just for her, and you even wore her cowboy hat in all 3 photos.

When you text her, she drops everything she’s doing because she’s a dork and she’s in love with you.

“Ooh! Ooh, Ooh, Ooh! [Y/N] texted meeee.”

She sits on her victims lap and wraps her arm around them, kicking her feet in the air mindlessly as she opens her phone, and surprise surprise, there you are in all your glory

She lets out a low whistle and bites her lip.

“Ain’t they beautiful?”

She definitely floats about you to all of her victims, and now that she has these wonderful pictures, she’s going to show all her victims pictures of you like a toddler,

“Hey thats my partner lol I’m dating them👁theyre so hot. say they are hot right now”

She sends a pic back with her tįtties out, but she’s killed her victim and she’s covered in their blood, with the caption,

“c u soon hotstuff;)”

You’re a little bit horrified at the thought of some random stranger seeing your body, but hey, tįtty pics are tįtty pics and you’re not complaining.

She tells you to send nudes all the time because she loves looking at your body, and to wear her hat more often. It looks good on you

When/If you send more, she’s showing everybody she knows.

And I HATE the fact it’s canon that they’re incestual so I’m removing that from canon cause I said so. But she does show all of her family members and who you find out you are horrified and make her swear to god she’ll never show her family again.

She does keep her promise, surprisingly

But you didn’t say anything about showing you off to her victims

Herbert West

He hasn’t come up from his lab in days. And you’ve been concerned.

And if you think nudes are going to get him to come up from his lab you’re crazier than him

But, hey, why not try

You go down to his lab every day to check on him, give him food and water cause he’s a gerbil and you need to feed him

I am so unfunny it’s painful.

He’d never admit it to you, but he appreciates it.

But, he rarely ever speaks to you when you come downstairs

Your conversations are short and curt and you very strongly dislike it.

You try to tell him you’re worried but he doesn’t care.

He says he’s ”too busy” to be cared about

He says he’s reaching a breakthrough, that he’s almost there and he can’t have distractions around

Which you find both flattering and offensive

But still, you bring him food and water because you know better and you want him to be okay

And you know he eats it because you come down and that shit is GONE

So, you go upstairs one night, and wait for him

And you’re as patient as you can be. But there’s a limit. but after waiting for 2 hours, he still hasn’t come to bed, and you decide to see if you can mess with him a bit

You send a couple of pictures in your underwear in the bed you share with him and you send them, and wait.

He doesn’t even open them.

But you wait for another 30 minutes until you get annoyed and decide to send full on nudes.

You decide to make them painfully explicit.

Touching yourself in most of them, getting yourself off and making it very obvious because you wasn’t him to know you’re desperate.

You send 3 of them, only saying, ‘get up here or else’

It doesn’t sound threatening at all, and you know it.

And after 5 minutes, he opens it and the image of him just scribbling his plans on a piece of paper and getting another text from you he’d roll his eyes and continue working

But, he’d open them eventually. And the way his face would drop has you snorting out loud

You remember the first time you came onto him. Since he wasn’t getting the hint, you had to take your clothes off and when he looked at you, his eye were practically bugging out off his skull

You wait for him though. Just for a couple minutes, until you’re fed up and you put on your shirt and head down to his lab.

Under! Desk! Blow! Job! I’m gonna write about that. Coming soon probably. I’m ALSO almost done with the Michael Myers porn so yeah<3

#halloween #slashers x reader #slashers #michael myers #old man myers #old man myers x reader #michael myers x reader #halloween 2021 #halloween 2018 #baby firefly x reader #baby firefly #house of 1000 corpses #herbert west #herbert west x reader #re animator

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