scp 42427 (otherwise known as employee 427) is a humanoid male who calls himself Stanley. He is normal in all ways, but is accompanied by 42427-A, or ‘The Narrator’, who is a preachy, mildly annoying, disembodied voice. He is constantly narrating Stanley and whining about their containment cell. They do not appear to be harmful, but the Narrator has shown violent tendencies. Interact with caution.
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F/ukuchi practicing inducing when he’s alone in his office for the sake of his S/O who has the kink.
(So so so in love with him omg omg omg BARK BARK WOOF WOOF GRR GRR ARF AWOOGA slobbering all over myself and the floor smiling so hard my cheeks go past my ears on all fours like the rake creature running to capture him)
Really short. Just a drabble tbh but I want to write something so I wrote something.
Fukuchi sighs as he toys with the soft, large feather between his gloved fingers. He briefly wonders if it’ll even work.
Won’t know unless he tries though, right?
He hopes it will. If just to see them squirm with that beautiful pink flush across their cheeks, as they mewl and eye him with that lustful look.
He loved making them happy. But making them horny… from such a simple thing? Fukuchi would be lying if he said that it didn’t make him feel some type of way too, to so easily turn his love into a mess.
“Hm… well, here goes nothing.”
He starts by slowly and gently teasing the outside of his nostrils. It feels good, like the soft touch of someone’s hair when you nuzzle into them.
His breath hitches quietly, but only once. It’s not enough. So he goes a little deeper. The barbs of the feather entering his nose, brushing against the inside of his nostrils.
“hEH-!… ahh.. d-damn.” Fukuchi didn’t expect that sort of sensation. The feeling of forcibly tickling his nose was strange, different from when it happens naturally.
He twirls the feather a bit around, causing another hitch of his breath. One eye squeezing shut as the muscles on his face twitch and contract from the feather.
“Mmngh… hihh..! g-god just come out.” He pleads softly, it tickles a lot but just barely not enough.
A small, frustrated huff leaves his chest. Fukuchi pushes the soft barbs of the feather deeper into his nose, moving it around, hoping to find the spot.
And find it, he does.
His whole face tingles with the sudden intense tickle. Head tilted back, eyes half lidded with a faraway look as his jaw goes slack. Nostrils flaring around the feather.
With one last twirl of the feather, he feels like he’s been tipped over the edge, finally. Fukuchi pulls it out with a shaky hand. His whole upper body pitching forward with so much force he nearly hits his head on the desk lamp.
“hiih-eH!.. hh’RSSSHHHhheuw!”
Fukuchi felt his abs strain against that one. He groans a little from the satisfaction of finally getting it out. He opens his now slightly teary eyes to see the paperwork he was supposed to be doing covered in a very, very light sheen of mist.
Oh well. At least he knows it will work now. His love will go feral for that, he’s sure. Fukuchi can’t help the smug grin that spreads across his lips. He’s going to have fun being the one to tease them for a change.
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Childhood Fears
When I was a child, I was scared of the dark.
It was oppressive.
All consuming.
And worst of all,
It was unknowable.
There was no way to tell what might be lurking out of sight.
As a child, I was morbid. I loved horror. But I had a poor stomach for it.
The consequence?
Many well deserved sleepless nights, spent in fear of invisible monsters.
As I got older, a strange form of confidence began to take hold of me.
There was no monster from any movie, show or game, that could keep me up at night. It could have fangs, claws, a thousand eyes or even just a blank face. It didn't matter.
I became convinced of a single, freeing truth.
The only monster lurking in my house at night, was me.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Link (Legend of Zelda), The Sheikah, Calamity Ganon (Legend of Zelda)
Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Short One Shot, Roleswap, Master Sword (Legend of Zelda)
Summary:
In a twist of fate, Zelda is gravely injured during the fall of Hyrule instead of her hero. Link is the last champion standing and must choose the fate of a Kingdom.
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𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
NAME: Jamie Moriarty
EYE COLOUR: Blue
HAIR STYLE / COLOUR: Updos and ponytails, blonde
HEIGHT: 1.68m
CLOTHING STYLE: Skirt suits, well-fitted blazers, trousers
BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: Probably her eyes, but honestly she’s so beautiful it’s kind of next level, so... everything?
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟐 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
FEARS: Someone having leverage over her
GUILTY PLEASURE: This one’s tricky, but I feel like it’s probably letting herself have a glass of wine after a long day
BIGGEST PET PEEVE: People talking to her like she’s an idiot
AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Continuing to grow her criminal enterprise
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.
FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: Probably something brutally practical and practically brutal
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: Her organisation and various schemes
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: See above
WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: Her self control
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟒 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?
SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: Single
TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Respected, without question
BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Brains
DOGS OR CATS: Cats because she is one
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟓 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…
LIE: Every single day, probably multiple times a day
BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: She thinks she’s the bees knees
BELIEVE IN LOVE: She believes in it, but doesn’t quite understand it
WANT SOMEONE: She wouldn’t exactly admit this to herself, but yes
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟔 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…
BEEN ON STAGE: Yes, she gave talks on her work as Irene Adler
CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: Absolutely, as she adopts fake identities when necessary
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟕 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.
FAVOURITE COLOUR: Dark blue
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: As if she’d care?
FAVOURITE BOOK: Hard to pinpoint one? She reads a lot of books about art conservation, and has definitely read so widely that she wouldn’t choose a favourite
FAVOURITE GAME: Messing with people
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟖 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄.
DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: 01 December
HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: 40 years old (in most verses)
𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟗 : 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
I LOVE: Sherlock Myself?
I FEEL: Mostly very little
I HIDE: Everything
I MISS: Sherlock Nothing
I WISH: For nothing? More power? Wishes are silly
tagged by: @worthless-weight-in-gold
tagging: @consvlting, @undecimusor, @consultingsister, @waterfrd
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As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.
For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.
But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.
Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.
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