#But it requires a serious polish

[privateolives]

I saw people talk about their Zero Time Dilemma fixes around the tag so I thought I'd dump in my convo on the topic too (With shout-out to @oriko-magicas's galaxy brain read on Akane and Junpei)

Absolute wall of text below.

Me: I'm having trouble finding it, but there was a post talking about Akane and Junpei in Zero Time Dilemma that I really liked the interpretation of It's essentially talking about how Akane don't want anything but the perfect future with Junpei. She went through so much and spend so long aiming for fhe one needle hole solution to live that she can't settle for anything but her ideal fantasy ending anymore. Meanwhile Junpei still experiences time the way it normally goes and he was burned by 999. He knows things will never be the same cause THEY'RE not the same, but he's willing to work with that to stay with her And I think it's a super thematic read, especially when you consider their VLR attitudes

Friend: Yeah, you know, that actually makes a lot of sense to me

Me: https://www.tumblr.com/privateolives/730880206913552384?source=share

Okay I’m thinking of ztd again, and it’s how Akane only accepts a future with Junpei if it can be fairytale perfect. She wants so desperately to be that kid who died in the incinerator again, the one… There it is

Friend: That would certainly explain the way she frequently reacts to this new cynical, jaded Junpei

Me: I don't think that's her exact motivation for that ending but the sentiment is perf Yeah

Friend: It makes much more sense to me. Every time she shakes her head and says "what happened to you" it's because she's hopeful to see that same boy she used to know

Me: I think Junpei's attitude would make a lot more sense if the assholery was played up when Akane acts like he should still be the same like he was before 999. Or like the world could be how they saw it before then. It'd underline the dynamic better of "I need you to be the person I cried out to back then" and he's like "I love you but you literally made that impossible" … paired up with Carlos like "I am begging you to just talk" Carlos: you are both cute and valid but I NEED you to communicate

Friend: I think maybe part of it is that Junpei's jaded asshole net is thrown a bit wide. 'cause on one hand it is like he's upset at Akane for 999 and part of it is like he's upset that she acts like he should be the same after that, but then there's also all the shit that he went through since then and it feels like he blames her for that as well He's been through a lot in what has somehow just been one year and it feels like, perhaps fitting for someone who has also become an alcoholic, he's looking to put the blame for it all on someone

Me: Yeah Also I've been thinking, and I think there's an easy fix to the stupid "complex motives" crap. And a lot of Delta honestly

Friend: hell yeah let me hear it

Me: The whole frame he jeeps setting up with the snail. It's all about a series of small butterfly effects that cause an extremely specific outcome. That's what he wants to do too, same as the other zeroes, but he has one particular handicap: he can't shift or read timelines. He won't just know how to make the bricks fall to get the exact outcome he wants. But if he could gather enough shifters, he could read their hopping around through their minds. Because resonance would make the memories clearer. So he sets up the game that can only be completed by getting the exact result he wants and then introduces the piranha - Mira - to the equation to ensure it won't be a dead end stalemate Then in the end he can explain that yes, his motives are complex. Because the solution to save 8 billion without killing 6 billion is a hairline precise set of circumstances that he wouldn't be able to figure out what is naturally. So he had to make them create it. He had to make them all resonate to read them and make them all resonate to give them all awakened shifter powers for the future and to read at all. Furthermore I would play up his ego. The smugness of his own intelligence being double edged to believing he has to cause this himself because he's the only one who can. A staunch belief that he HAS to be what causes the bricks to fall as they should. And it'd make his point of "but I didn't do anything in this timeline. Everyone is prepped and noone is dead" more valid. Because he doesn't shift. He doesn't emotionally register all the timelines he massacred to get this one. He only know the actions that caused his personal outcome as a list of checked boxes checked off through their memories

Me: Furthermore, there could be another reason why he has to be the one triggering these events. I was super annoyed that it was like "Oh so now free the soul isn't enough. We need another terrorist group with a world ending leader. And what was the left thing about?" Well what if its not a separate terrorist group. What if the religious fanatic he's talking about is himself, transported forward in time. A younger version of himself is ending the world to create the ideal existence Dio was talking about. But the Delta who arrived in the original way back when doesn't shift. He has to live all those years. He meets interesting being like Sean that makes him realize that the differences between people makes for various choices that makes life beautiful. So now he has to find a way to out-checkmate himself to stop himself. How? Prep a group of people capable of doing what he can't to try and outsmart him. And set up a winning condition entirely set on being able to do that.

Friend: that's actually so brilliant because yeah I think definitely the weakest part of this outcome is that it doesn't really solve the problem that he set out to solve "You're all really motivated now!" oh so… what they wouldn't have tried to stop a terrorist attack if he hadn't made them all kill each other? the heck is that also, yeah I was going to ask you about that at some point. like, he doesn't mention Left at all in ZTD and I was confused if Sean was supposed to be related

Me: I don't think so. Because he was an old man when he met Sean in the hospital. But I think he was fascinated by Sean's approach to life And maybe made him consider that something could be beautiful outside of Left

Friend: this man just goin around creating marvels of science to preserve dead little boys

Me: I'm thinking part of it is also like Solving the conundrum of giving him whatever he wanted. He has his dreams of the future. He can give him that. But he's not in despair of having to die before that reality. So he gives ukm the option of death too By just giving him the option at all, he's ensured both will happen somewhere Thus the ideal outcome of how he can have both comes true Lastly, Mira's ending. I think they should have empathized more that she became a killer to understand experiencing emotions instead of just pretending them. She chases Eric because she thinks she wants to feel that rush again, but her connection with Sean could show her something different. That either through resonance she could experience emotions through others OR that you can still essentially be human even if you're only able to "simulate" having those emotions, like a robot (:Sean) does.

Me: Meanwhile Sean both wants better for and cannot forgive Mira for her crimes. But thanks to the choice with the bad and happy ends, he has an answer for how to both make Mira live with her crimes and ensure a future where it doesn't happen. By creating a split timeline where she goes back and stops her crimes from being committed. In this case, the original Mira would still know and have to live with what she did. But in the other timeline a young Mira never becomes the heart ripper and the crimes are undone. The sins are therefore both being punished and remembered for happening and erased to begin with at the same time.

Friend: you know what I like that one. that's a good way of interpreting it, especially with the way the transporter works also, doubly digging this idea. Mira being shown this robot child who either somehow experiences emotion or at the very least simulates it in such a way what it fools everyone (and also is capable of calling her out on her own emotional mistakes) should have so much more of an impact on her

Me: Yeah Like I genuinely think you could fix this game either a few tweaks

Friend: yeah absolutely also I'm not sure what the amnesia element really did for it? I guess it was to confuse the SHIFTers so they wouldn't know they had already SHIFTed but to what end?

Me: It might be to confuse the computer. Keep it from figuring out its not the real Sean too fast If it remembers being Sean it'd be easy to compare and contrast all the things that Sean definitely couldn't do or know and reach the conclusion If it doesn't remember being Sean, there's nothing to compare any contradictions to. It can only just assume that the reasons are things it can't remember Also, if the computer ONLY has Eric and Mira, it makes it more incentives to latch onto them and care about their situations, despite them both being monsters in their own right Oh Also The Carlos thing Rather than just "I couldn't have met you guys" you could do: 1) in order to fix this we need phi and Sigma here. That means we need a timeline where Akane and Junpei escape but don't stop Zero or the radical-6 outbreak. So he breaks in to bust them out. 2) they need the timeline where Delta gives them answers. Meaning they need a timeline where Zero "wins". So he can't interfere. 3) split worlds principle. By just introducing the choice to stop zero's plans or not, he's creates both options. This is the world where he doesn't stop Zero. But because he comes pre-packadged with the knowledge of what's gonna happen, he can still tail actions to secure the timeline that'll allow for them all to stop zero So there is a timeline where he stops Delta before DCOM, but because of the anthropic principle (there must be a perciever for the option to be percieved) Akane and Junpei never see it because they never had to go through the game. They only percieve the option where Carlos didn't stop Delta in time

Friend: that makes perfect sense to me gosh imagine that timeline, though. Akane and Junpei never go to DCOM so they never meet there poor Junpei is probably still chasing the ghost of this woman who …wait what was her reason for going to DCOM again?

Me: So her and Sigma could stol the outbreak Stop Of radical-6 ALSO also

Friend: yeah that's what I assume but I swear the game acts like she doesn't even know about Sigma or Phi or the outbreak

Me: (I've thought about how to fix this game a lot idk if you can tell) The thematic relevance of "but then I couldn't have met you guys" can actually be valid if you flip it around.

Friend: hahaha understandable how so?

Me: Because of Carlos, Akane can come to terms with the changes in Junpei and see the validity in the "broken" futures by showing there's things worth remembering even in the imperfect ones. Like the argument Junpei makes at the end of VLR, the relationships after the disasters still mean something to the survivors. And Carlos helps Junpei realize there's still fundamentally good people in the world and come to terms with Akane and what she did and who she is now. By inserting Carlos they're able to help mend their relationship. And if Carlos never met them because the DCOM experiment didn't go down like it did, their relationship wouldn't have been mended either They'd still just end up like how they did at the end of VLR. Essentially dead to each other "You're not who I thought you were, goodbye"

Friend: very true it certainly seems like by this game they were never really going to be able to talk it over on their own he was a necessary mediator

Me: Not to mention If Carlos never met THEM, he'd never realize the cause of the reverie syndrome to save Maria

Friend: True! Gosh she's kind of a whole anomaly herself

Me: Yes! I think it could be cool if the they worked her more into Carlos and his abilities tbh Let's think back to the 999 lore The idea of the Sender and Receiver If Maria was the "sender", she could have gone into reverie when she was stuck in the fire, trying to save herself and her family. She continues to be stuck in reverie because she keeps simulating how to a) save her family totally and b) save Carlos from all his other eventual dooms The problem with saving her family is that there is a huge world crisis going down soon that's gonna wipe out most of humanity anyway! So? Make sure Carlos goes to DCOM to save her and have her essentially be a satellite quantum simulator to feed Carlos his insights And through that also learn from Akane and Junpei (or just the experience itself) that either the timeline where their parents was also saved still exists but isn't percievable Or come to terms with their death by still having Carlos that survives both DCOM and the would-be apocalypse And thus be able to lay the endless simulations to rest and wake up (With the added cute twist that she already knows Akane and Junpei and their relationship with her brother when she wakes up. Thus why she's so invested in it in the epilogue)

Friend: that is a bizarre kind of adorable and sweet! she's his own quantum computer though I wonder if they'd be able to still use those abilities after she wakes up in that case

Me: I'm guessing it'd just go back to working like it did in 999. Carlos himself might be able to do it on his own from longtime exposure too, who knows.

[jarchivussy]

does anyone want to overthrow the polish government for me rq

[scientist-of-love]

i am learning that aitsf isn't very au-able while preserving the satisfaction of the story and the themes (at least with what i'm trying to do anyway) but by god i will put my guys into situations and have it be good story-wise and consistent with their characters (or at least deviating in a way that makes sense) to satisfy the brain

[transformers-synergize]

Do you have any more stuff for Sunny & Sides? Your designs for them are some of the best I've seen, and I'd love to know more about your plans or headcanons for them!

No pressure ofc, I support you and your absolute galaxy brain :D

Sure, here is a bunch of random stuff about in no particular order, lot of this stuff was just pulled from my notes but whatever lol 

Sunstreaker is egotistical, he knows he is the best and makes sure everyone knows it too. He also has the skills, looks, and combat prowess to back it up. Sunstreaker only really cares about himself and Sideswipe, considering pretty much every bots below him or not worth his time. He often makes sly comments, belittling or cracking jokes about bots whom he deems lesser. His friends are either Sideswipes friends who can tolerate him or bots who think he's cool, which is usually due to factors outside his personality. He's always down for a good fight, being ruthless and downright merciless in combat while still somehow managing to get as little dirt, energon, or other various combat filth on himself as possible, sometimes being nearly spotless after a battle aside from the energon coating his blade. Sunny likes to keep himself in good condition, making sure his paint is perfect and his polish shines, it really helps accentuate how he's the best.

Sideswipe is the nicer of the two brothers. He's outgoing and usually pretty friendly. Sideswipes is always looking for a fight. He loves the thrill of combat. He often treats serious situations more like a game than the high-danger situations he often places in. Sideswipe often can't sit still and always need something to do, and if there is nothing fun to do then he will make his own fun, he is often sparring with his fellow Autobots, trying risky stunts, pulling pranks on other bots and generally just causing chaos. He's very impulsive, often doing the first thing that comes to mind because he thought it might be fun, never considering the consequences. He's kinda like a jock who treats war like a sport with an almost ruthless approach to combat. He often tenses and banter with other autobots, sometimes making jokes at their expense, but unlike Sunny, he usually knows when to stop or when he's gone too far.

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Sideswipe and Sunstreaker both emerged during the Autobot Decepticon war and never known peace times. They are the youngest of the crashed Autobots, both being around a thousand years old, which is very young when your species can live to their hundred thousands.

Twins are what happens when a shuttle-sized spark splits into two, so before Sideswipe and Sunstreaker split, their emerging was highly anticipated because shuttles are rare and extremely powerful, but their spark ended up splitting. When they finally emerged, it was a great disappointment.

they were mentored by Inferno and, to a lesser extent, his conjux Redalert (they are one of the many reasons for Redalerts anxiety). Sideswipe has a pretty good relationship with his mentors Sunny… not so much 

Sunny hates Earth, it's filthy it's wet it's squishy it's sticky it's too hot, at least compared to Cybertron's frigid temperatures, and its dominant species are nothing but a pain he hates he has to hide his existence from the stupid inferior fleshy creatures that rule this dirtball of a planet he hates how often on missions he has to have a fleshy human chaperone to perform basic task that he could easily do himself or wouldn't be a problem if humans just didn't exist. Whichever bot or bots are on a mission with Sunny where human help is required, the other bot will always be the one transporting the human because Sunny refuses to let a human inside of him.

Sideswipe likes Earth, there so much to see it his first time being anywhere without the war consent looming present of the great war, but having to hide all the time on Earth is frustrating, he's been able to seek out and do some street races without Prowl knowing, he likes quite a lot of human stuff human music is pretty good and he like some human tv shows and movies mostly the ones with a lot of actions and explosion, he like interacting with the humans he's allowed to interact with especially Carly and Raoul, thought Sideswipe often struggles to understand how fragile humans are and often can put them at risk without even knowing it. Sideswipe is still a little homesick for Cybertron, even if he's only ever known it as a war-torn mess.

their poses often mirror each other

Sunny tells Sideswipe to smile with his mouth closed because his split beak. 

Sunny is the decision-maker of the two, and though Sideswipe may make destinations for himself on his own as a pair, Sunny always has the final say. 

Sunstreaker hates Sideswipe stickers but gave up on trying to remove them because whenever he tried, he got his claws sticky. 

Sunstreaker and Tracks have a bit of a rivalry going on, though Tracks hates Sunstreaker more than Sunstreaker dislikes Tracks. Also, Sunny usually comes out as the victor of most of their little spats.

Sideswipe pulls pranks but doesn't dare prank Sunstreaker because he knows there will be hell to pay if he messes up his brother's paint job. 

sideswipe loves to cause chaos, Sunny often help

Sunny has some artistic talent, though he doesn't use it much

Sunstreaker always makes sure his frame is clean and in near-perfect condition. Sideswipe doesn't care as much but Sunny, make sure Sideswipe keeps up to a certain standard.

Sideswipe is very extroverted, loves interacting with other bots, and will talk to basically anyone. Sunny is more introverted and prefers to keep to himself and select bots. Sunny tries to encourage his brother not to hang out with bots he considers not good enough to be associated with them which is most bots.

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As for plans for them, I like keeping what I share plot-wise pretty vague. They appear pretty early on, and they both are pretty plot-important. I don't really care about spoiling characters who appear in the first seven chapters. After that, I'm a little more sneaky and vague about who will appear.

[pforestsims]

I'm a fan of traits & trait mods and I really liked Atomtanned's mod /based on Dill's Turn-Ons & Turn-Offs/. This is quite an extensive edit - I just wanted to adjust it a little for my game and once I started I couldn't stop xD

Atomtanned's Trait-Based Chemistry EDIT

& (optional mod) ONLY TO Chemistry

⚡ Download: SFS ⚡BOX

11.11.2024 third UPDATE of Chemistry Mod. Fixed: Loner not triggering Introvert TO, Alien genetics trigger Alien TO correctly, Facial hair TO triggers correctly, Hats do not trigger Intellect TO, Cologne doesn't trigger Occult TO. Thanks for the fixes go to @episims . Correct file has "Update3" in the name

*Archive contains PDF file with detailed list of changes (added / removed stuff) and a few notes.

🟢 Trait-based Chemistry mod edit is available in 7 Languages: English, German, Finnish, Polish, Swedish, Russian, French

❕ New stuff: added Facial Hair TO (replaces Daydreamer), Business Shark TO (was: Serious), Expressive TO (was: Unique). Increased hobby and interest requirements from 5 to 8 pts, Formal wear added to Stylish TO - and more...

I also included an optional mod that switches off Zodiac / Aspiration chemistry and balances out the chemistry bolts gain - so it makes chemistry betwen Sims much less complicated. Obviously it will only be useful for those who like to control every aspect of their Sims romantic lives. Details under the cut.

You'll need Traits /and stuff required for these to work/.

Credits: @atomtanned , @lilbabydilljr , Epi for their TO replacements, @lazyduchess for Lua script

@peanuttysims for No Zodiac & Aspiration attraction (MTS2 link)

I used TS4 icons, icon mashups/ edits, and my own.

Thanks: @tvickiesims , @vegan-kaktus , @lilakartoffelbrei . Special thanks to @episims for all the support 💎🤗

*This is for The Sims 2

More under the cut:

Trait-based Chemistry mod

It will replace original TS2 turn-ons and turn-offs with entirely new ones (only hair colors and fitness/fatness are unchanged!).

It conflicts with NickM406's No More Loading the * Family mod , and Tunaisafish’s Attraction Fix, make sure you don't have tunaisafish_fix_attractiontraits package in your Downloads.

🟢 It's compatible with mods that change /or switch off Zodiac chemistry, Aspiration chemistry, or both.

⚡TURN-ONS / TURN-OFFS:

Note: I've added and removed some stuff, for example Plantsims and Bigfoot from 'Occult' TO, and Zombies from 'Undead' TO!

(This is an edit of the list posted by Atomtanned: )

Adventurous: 3 vacations, Adventurous, Daredevil, Sailor, Brave

Alien: Trait, skin, eyes

Animal Lover: 2 pet friends, Animal Lover, Cat Person, Dog Person, Equestrian

Artistic: Artistic, Avant Garde, Photographer's Eye, Savvy Sculptor, Flower Arranging/Pottery/Sewing silver badge, Arts & Crafts hobby, Creative skill

Athletic: Athletic, Equestrian, Loves to Swim, Sports/Fitness hobby, Body skill

Business shark: Born-salesperson, Ambitious, Mean Spirited, Snob, Workaholic

Charismatic (charisma): Charismatic, Irresistible, Schmoozer, Star Quality, Charisma skill

Cultured (bookish): Avant Garde, Bookworm, Film & Literature Hobby

Expressive: Excitable, Childish, Party Animal, Dramatic, Over-Emotional, Diva

Facial hair

Fitness / Fatness - original

Foodie: Natural Cook, Cuisine hobby, Cooking skill

Hair colors - original

Indoorsy: Bookworm, Computer Whiz, Couch Potato, Hates the Outdoors, Film & Literature Hobby, Games Hobby

Infamous (bad reputation): Bad Reputation*, Evil, Mean-Spirited

Intellect (high IQ): Genius, Logic Skill

Introvert (reserved): Brooding, Loner, Unflirty, Shy, No sense of humor, Grumpy, Socially Awkward, < 2 Outgoing personality points

Laid Back (slacker): Couch Potato, Mooch, Slob, < 2 Active personality points

Musical: Natural Born Performer, Star Quality, Virtuoso, Music & Dance hobby

Occult (mystical): Werewolf, Witch, Fairy, Mermaid, Supernatural Fan

Outdoorsy: Angler, Green Thumb, Loves the Outdoors, Sailor, Gardening badge, Fishing badge, Nature hobby

Outgoing (social): Irresistible, Flirty, Natural Born Performer, Party Animal, Social Butterfly, > 8 Outgoing personality points

Plant Lover: Eco-Friendly, Gatherer, Green Thumb, Vegetarian, Flower/Gardening badge, Plantsim, Fairy

Rebellious: Daredevil, Inappropriate, Hot-headed, Rebellious.

Stylish (elegance): Snob, Diva, Irresistible, Cosmetology badge, Fashion interest, Formal wear

Technology: Servo, Bot Fan, Computer Whiz, Handy, Vehicle Enthusiast, Robotics silver Badge, Mechanical skill

Tidy: Neat, Cleaning skill, > 8 Neat personality points

Undead: Ghost*, Vampire

Well-Liked: Good reputation*, Friendly, Good, Proper, Nurturing.

*"Ghosts" = sims turned into playable ghosts, with Ghost trait (and Mermaids are sims with mermaid trait, but ofc you don't need these to be able to use this mod).

*Known issue: Servo (as such) doesn't trigger this TO. That has been fixed.

🔸 Hobby requirements in Dill's / Atomtanned's versions (as well as interest) were set to 5 points, which is kinda an average in my game. I don't want TOs to trigger too easily so I've increased these to 8 points, just like Skill point requirements.

Update: I've removed One True Hobby checks, so now only actual hobby enthusiasm points matter for triggering TOs.

I also increased good reputation requirement from 30 to 60.

Above is the comparison of original vs new TOs, in the exact order.

FYI I've fixed the little mistake I've found in the mod - in my version stylish TO works as it should.

If you have any questions about how the game calculates attraction, read this.

And here's free version (SFS) of my buyable ReNuYu potion default, will be useful if you'd like to correct TOs for all your Sims.

"ONLY TO Chemistry" mod

Conflicts with No Zodiac Chemistry by Belladovah , chemistry mods by Peanutty (it incorporates their "No zodiac and no Aspiration"mod) and any other that contain Attraction Constants BCON and Attraction Tuning BCON.

In unmodded TS2 game, interests and skills do not play part in attraction. Trait-based chemistry changes that only to some extent because Zodiac and Aspiration are more important. To make TOs the crucial attraction factor in my game, I disabled Zodiac / Aspiration Chemistry, and tweaked bolt requirements.

This mod makes chemistry between Sims straightforward and TO-based however various bonuses to attraction also apply (!), like Beauty Wish, Vacation bonuses, bonus for very good rep or penalty for extremely bad reputation (even if your Sim likes bad guys, they will be put off by Dirty Dirtbag status, and enticed by extremely good rep). Anyways, if you use this mod and your Sims have no other attraction bonuses, then:

if one Sim has a turn-on towards the other, and the other has none, it results in no bolts

if one Sim has two turn-ons towards the other, and the other has none, Sims have one bolt chemistry

if one Sim has a turn-on towards the other, and the other has a turn-off, it results in negative chemistry

if a couple has single turn-ons towards each other, it gives them one-bolt chemistry

couple has three turn-ons, that gives them two bolts

couple has three turn-ons, one turn-off, that gives them one bolt

couple has double turn-ons, they have three-bolt chemistry

Special bonuses granted by mods for certain Traits like the "irresistible" still matter of course.

[ollieolliewrld]

Welcome to the tumblr writing space! I'm confident you'll do amazing here!

If I may request DMC- and take your time with it -what kind of partner the twins would realistically prefer. Whether it be personality types, deal breakers, what they are willing to compromise for/with, what they expect etc. I'm curious of others takes on these types of things and I'd like to see yours, when you have the time. Whether it's DMC 3 or 5 (or post 5) era, is up to you.

Happy writing! Again, take your time and polish as much as you feel you need to. Have fun!

Love, love, love this! Thank you for the request and the kind words <3 I’ll be taking the DMC 5 and post 5 era but I may revisit this once I finish playing DMC 3 fully!

**This is not a fluff piece it is a bit more serious** 

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Dante

✭ Ideal Partner

-Dante’s ideal partner would be someone who has a good understanding of their surroundings

-He’s looking for someone perceptive so that you both share a mutual understanding of situations 

-Basically, he doesn’t want to hold their hand and baby them through life

-If something happens he is going to make sure they are ok but also expects that they will not crumble completely

-Dante has been through hell and back when it’s time for him to settle down he is not playing games 

-He’s a grown man who wants his chance to finally relax

-The cocky attitude he keeps up can get him through a lot but his partner is the one who truly pulls him through it all

✭ Deal Breakers

-Will not put up with tantrums

-He can understand if you get emotional at times, he doesn’t expect you to have it all together 24/7 

-But you cannot throw a fit if something does not go your way

-Dante cannot be everywhere at once and with the state of things there are going to be times when he will have to cancel a date or movie night 

-If you cannot understand that he will not stay

-If he is going to be with someone long-term they need to be understanding of his background 

✭ Compromises

-Dante would not want his partner anywhere near combat unless they have proven to be fully capable

-After that, if you really wanted to he would be willing to let you take on some missions of your own

-He would also compromise if his partner wanted to do very typical couple things

-Like he would get a matching jacket with you or something like that but he would not do anything with writing or graphics

-If you two are going to do something it will be done tastefully and hopefully in red

-Dante wouldn’t have many things he would not compromise on, if he truly wants to stay with you he will make it work and swallow his pride once in a while as long as you are willing to put the work in to meet him halfway

✭ Expectations

-He expects that you have life skills

-You would not need to be a pro at finance or a god in the kitchen but you would need to know how to live on your own

-Dante cannot always be there even though he wants to be and he does not want the additional worry that you are going to explode when he leaves

-His ideal partner would have their head screwed on, not perfect, but able to pick themselves back up when they get knocked down

-He also expects you to support him and be there for him

-There are times when he needs a shoulder to rest on and he would expect his partner to be willing to be that

✭ Must-Have Qualities

-Dante requires someone with a sense of humor

-You need to be able to laugh and understand his jokes

-You would also need to be a good listener 

-He won’t talk your ear off but he needs you to remember what he tells you 

-It would mean a lot to him if you remembered the small things too

-Being sociable/outgoing must be your personality type

-He needs someone who can go out into the world with him and interact

-Yes he enjoys spending time rotting on a couch with you but when you two are out he wants to show you off proudly 

-Having you being confident and able to explore with him is a must

Vergil

✭ Ideal Partner

-Vergil needs a patient lover

-He is not socially inept but he is not extremely experienced in how to lead an average life and relationship

-Ideally, they would be willing to understand what he has been through and all that has shaped him into the man that he is today

-He is a loyal lover who needs someone that will stay with him through it all

-Someone resilient would fit him

-Again, like his brother, he is a grown man he does not have it in him to baby someone through life, you need to be able to stand on your own before he could settle down

✭ Deal Breakers

-He is not messing around

-No one-night stands, no FWB, he is going for the long-term

-It is end game or nothing with him

-If you could not take things seriously he would leave

-Vergil looks at life with seriousness he is not going to be with someone who continuously makes jokes every two seconds

-He is also looking for someone more submissive as in they will follow the decisions he makes without fighting him

-He is willing to take the time to explain why he made the decision but he will not take the time to go back and forth with you when he knows what the right thing to do is

✭ Compromises

-Vergil can be a little too serious at times and forgets to relax

-He wants to get things done the right way and will lose himself to his work

-Being with someone who can let loose and live would be a change in pace for him but he would be willing to compromise 

-As long as everything is handled he could spend time with you having fun

-It is very hard for him to let go of his control as he wants to be constantly motivated However, learning to take a step back and take a breath is not going to throw all of his work out the window

-Once he sees that you could slowly work him up to the very mundane aspects of life like reading a book at the beach together

✭ Expectations

-He expects you to be willing to work with him

-As I have been saying, you need to be patient with him

-Vergil is willing to learn and change but he has his own problems he is working through

-Life has not been kind to him and he will be open about that so he would expect that you do not hold that against him

-Any mistakes he makes are not done to harm you, they are done because of a lack of experience 

-He is not in tune with his emotions and has a hard time expressing his feelings as well as picking up on yours

-Hopefully, you would be able to work with this and understand where he is coming from

✭ Must-Have Qualities

-It cannot be stressed enough that he is looking for someone patient

-You do not have to be a saint he will be working with you as much as you are working with him 

-He doesn't want you to give up on him

-Vergil is looking for someone who is level-headed, not over-emotional

-He just does not know how to be around someone who can fluctuate in emotions very quickly

-You would need to be intelligent, not like a genius, but able to understand directions and pick up on your surrounding 

-He wants you to be a safe place for him so you being understanding and willing to take the time to get to know him means a lot 

-It will take some time for Vergil to open up to you fully but once he does the man is locked into you and not going anywhere

Author’s Note: I really hope this is to your liking! I would love to hear what you think and if anyone has any opinions of their own! <3<3

I had a blast brainstorming this, thank you for sending in this request!

[isolated-r0b0t]

The GPDA stands for all 20 Formula 1 drivers, giving them a strong, united front to address their issues and interests.

The association is led by former driver Alex Wurz, alongside prominent and notable directors like George Russell and Sebastian Vettel.

Recent Collective Statement:

The drivers recently released a firm statement criticizing the FIA’s policies, especially regarding how drivers are treated and the fines being imposed. This marks their first united public response since 2017, showcasing their growing frustration and the urgent need for change.

Financial Transparency:

The GPDA has consistently demanded clarity from the FIA about how monetary fines are used. They stress that the current fine system is vague and lacks clarity on it's benefit the sport.

Treatment of Drivers:

In their statement, the drivers take issue with the FIA's condescending approach, likening it to treating them like children—especially when it comes to recent penalties for swearing. They highlight their professionalism and make it clear they don’t need to be lectured on mundane topics like dress codes.

Public Critique of FIA Policies:

This statement acts as a public outcry against the FIA’s policies under President Mohammed Ben Sulayem. The drivers want an open dialogue and collaboration to constructively tackle their concerns.

Call for Respect and Understanding:

The GPDA calls on the FIA to adjust their tone and approach with drivers, advocating for mutual respect in their interactions. The drivers remind everyone that they are professionals who make significant contributions to the sport and deserve respect in return.

Now, let’s get real. Those tearing down the GPDA and their statement are missing the bigger picture.

These drivers are not just performers; they are real people facing serious challenges, and yes, they are often exploited workers!

NEWS FLASH!!Anyone who doesn’t own the means of production—yes, even in sports—is, in fact, an exploited worker.Even highly compensated athletes are subject to this reality.

To reiterate: Athletes ARE exploited workers.

They are here, putting their bodies on the line, putting on a show entertaining fans and boosting the profits of team owners, the FIA, and sponsors. So it’s absolutely commendable that they’re advocating for their rights and asserting their collective strength.If you find yourself mocking their wording or claiming their statement should have been polished by a ghostwriter, or saying these drivers must not be educated—guess what? You’re missing the mark! Every worker, drivers included, deserves applause for calling out the FIA and the governing bodies that try to keep them down.

Furthermore, suggesting that the drivers should postpone their advocacy because of external political events—such as the recent U.S. election—is shortsighted. Multiple struggles for justice can and must occur simultaneously. There should be no requirement for drivers to wait for unrelated political drama to subside before voicing their concerns.

The GPDA is finally stepping up as a united front, and it’s time we all support them. If you genuinely care about these drivers and believe they deserve justice, care, and their rightful rights, it’s time to back their efforts to improve their working conditions.

fin.

[narfin-frood]

Silly question but how do you art?

Or more like, how is your process to draw? Your lines and posing are so loose and show the feeling of a character so well, like, how do you make your art so real with only a few lines is what most amaze me. Anyway I hope I'm not bothering you and that makes sense, thanks for reading!<3

you're not a bother, don't worry! i'm not sure if there's an appropriately concise answer to a question like this, but i'll try to explain my process for poses a bit, and if there's anything else specific you'd like to know about my process, feel free to ask, and i'll try to answer!

for posing, i find it's very helpful to start by thinking about what situation the character is in. you don't need a location or a background or anything (unless you're being #serious about it). for this, i chose "picking up something way too heavy" (cont. under cut, wall of text ahead)

keeping it very simple is key!!! do not worry about details!!! i am very bad at this. i love to add a little detail or two, like his eyes or his little expression, but i have to catch myself before i get too into it, otherwise i'll forget the point of what i was doing and/or get bored. use just enough strokes to get the point across, and stop there (for now).

i draw fast and loose, with long strokes, which also happens to help with the problem that happens if you start with any specific part of the body. it's important to start with... everything at once, or else you won't be able to see what needs to be changed or fixed until it's too late and you've already decided on where you want the head and the left arm to be!

to display effort & strain without just contorting the character's face, you gotta think about just how heavy the object is, how one would go about grabbing it comfortably, and whether your character is smart enough to lift with their legs.

wander is great (read: BEST CHARACTER DESIGN EVAR. i love him kisskisskiss) because he's not grounded in any sort of reality until necessary, and his limbs have no bones, but he still has specific proportions and volumes to refer back to if you get carried away with the wackiness. posing a character made up of several noodles of varying widths is very simple, because you can do basically whatever you want to push and pull and make it as clear (and/or as funny) as possible.

start with your line of action, in this case the long line connecting his neck and his left foot. think about where the floor is, so you can make the feet of your character and whatever else is touching it coexist in the same reality. think about clarity: big, simple shapes are your friends, and if you're not getting the gist of the pose through the silhouette alone, try again! there's NO shame in hiding the first layer and doing a couple more sketches until you land on something you really like. Don't polish a turd, especially if you yourself think it's a turd. it'll make you feel like you're wasting time, and drawing is about having fun and experimenting, so if it's getting boring or frustrating, it's time to try something else.

wander and other characters with no bones and no rules are great for posing because you can do things like make their arms bend the wrong way just to play with the clarity of the pose. this:

un-breaks the arms and makes a little more sense for somebody with elbows, but some clarity in the action is lost when the arms don't curve upward and away from the very heavy object he's straining to pick up.

grounding your characters is both more complex and easier than it sounds, and it unfortunately requires you to think about perspective (i know. i know. i know it sucks and it's confusing. i hated it for a very long time but once it clicks, you'll have it in your brain forever)

fudging a perspective grid is fairly easy, just draw several parallel lines and have them get closer to each other as they recede into the distance, and then do it again in the opposite direction. you can use the transform tool in whatever program you use most to fudge this for even less effort, by just getting a png of a grid and fucking with it

now that you've got your floor, think about those feet. the grid makes it fairly easy to envision how a shoe would look sitting on that floor:

this is also where having an understanding of volumes comes in handy, because things farther in the distance will in fact look smaller, but it's up to you to figure out just how much smaller it would be in comparison to the other identical thing with the same volume that's closer to the camera. usually it's almost negligible, but it becomes easy to spot if it's a little off.

and here's the pose i settled on! i made his noodle arms more extreme for extra XD factor and i put him on his tippy toes for that extra bit of height!

a lot of the principles i'm talking about in this post i mainly pick up from consciously watching my favorite cartoons (and live action shows) and if i really, really like the way something is done, or if i see something that i've never really registered before, i'll screencap it or i'll pause or i'll just keep thinking about it until i draw again.

this is called "building a visual library" and it's the #1 easiest and most important way to practice. it requires no drawing, unless you want it to. look at lots of art by artists you love, and if you see something and you think to yourself, hey, this looks really good, by all means, absorb it.

art is great and it's really fun and there's literally nothing wrong with taking inspiration where you can find it!! seriously!!! absorb your favorite parts of every art style you find cool and fun and put it into your own! you're the only person who can draw the way you draw, and while replicating an art style is fairly easy (or it can be, depending), matching it perfectly is Literally impossible, so don't worry about being derivative. Nobody will notice, and if they do, it's okay to say you're inspired by them! encouraged, even!

my own art style, like everybody else's, is a frankenstein's monster containing all of the things i've loved before!!! and i think thats beautiful and if anybody tries to tell you you've gotta be 100% original and have "your very own style", they're a filthy liar and they're definitely (consciously or not) already taking inspiration and reference from the things they themselves find cool and awesome.

ANYWAY. wall of text over.

TLDR: draw quickly, use long strokes (try not to pet your lines), have a specific situation to put your character in, get familiar with volumes and proportions, and have fun!!!

[paradiseismine]

Finn and his characters cuddling you - headcanons

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard + Finnverse characters x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: rather fluffy with a tinyyyy bit of spice, ok? No smut this time ❤️

Summary: how Finn and each of his characters would cuddle with you 🥰

Love note from Nina: my last two Finn-related fics pretty much flopped, and that made me quite sad. I considered abandoning this account, I’m not sure if I should just keep putting these fics out into the world, even if no one cares. Anyway. Trying to write some fluffier stuff as well 💕

Finn Wolfhard (himself)

Our beloved boy won’t say it to your face, but he’s a sucker for some cuddles. He was a bit more reserved regarding physical affection when you two met, but with time, you truly made him a serial cuddler. Whenever he has some time off, you’re required to meet up with him and cuddle him for a good couple hours. Finnie lovesss putting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, or just lying on top of you altogether. He says it’s really calming, and his anxieties all seem to melt away. If you run your fingers through his hair, humming or whispering sweet nothings to him, it’s over - he’ll either fall asleep in a minute or get the urge to, you know, take things further. Being able to relax and trust someone so much actually turns him on quite a bit.

Boris Pavlikovsky

It’s hard to make this one ask for cuddles, he’ll mostly just lie beside you in bed and cuddle you without a word, or make you lie down with him if he knows you’re not busy. Being a big spoon all the way, expect him to attach himself perfectly to your butt, and get used to feeling his erection a bit while you’re cuddling. It doesn’t mean anything, though - he’s just relaxed, he’ll say, nothing malicious. There has to be some serious hand holding all throughout the cuddling session, some neck kisses and sweet words in Russian or Polish as well. Also lots of “love you forever, kochanie”, “you smell so good, wish I can smell you forever”, that delicious accent never failing to make you smile.

Mike Wheeler

After a d&d campaign or a stroll at the mall with the gang, your paladin expects some good time alone with his sweetheart - and cuddles are mandatory for him. He’ll normally take you to his room or to his basement, put his arm around your shoulder with the lamest “fake yawn” move and cuddle you. You’ll laugh and embrace him fully, still amazed that he actually pulled off that cliché on you (and well, it worked). Mikey loves some light making out and tender caresses as you two cuddle, even if they don’t lead to anything - he just loves touching your body in anyway he can, just feeling that you enjoy his company and his touch is more than enough to get him smiling like a little kid.

Miles Fairchild

Cuddles are a bit rarer with Miles, but that’s just because he doesn’t really know how to ask for them. Non-sexual affection is a bit harder for him, you’d always known that. So, you can just initiate the cuddles whenever you want them, and he’ll never deny them. When you two cuddle, he’ll embrace your body fully, tangling his legs to yours, arms around your torso, all of it. Usually you’re on top of him, he likes to think he’s protecting you. He’s not very vocal on expressing his feelings for you, but he’ll run his fingers through your hair gently, ask if you’re comfortable, if you need anything, and talk about anything you want.

Trevor Spengler

You know Trev can’t resist some good cuddles. He was a bit shy at first, but as you two got closer, he felt more comfortable to ask for cuddles and kisses when he’s feeling a bit needy. When you two are in bed, he lovesss to be the little spoon and wear you like a human backpack. If you’re on the couch or on the backseat of the Ectomobile, he’ll cradle you like you’re a baby, making sure to caress your face gently and pepper you with kisses. When you watch horror movies with him, it’s his time to shine, as he gets to squeeze you in his arms and “protect you” from the ghosts and monsters in the films. He finds it adorable when you squeal and rush into his embrace as you get jumpscared.

Ziggy Katz

Our favorite internet celebrity is THE cuddles man, hands down. He’ll always make sure the bedsheets and blankets are fresh out of the dryer and that he smells amazing himself. The lighting is always a bit dimmed, mostly provided by the neon signs in his room. He’ll ask you to put your head to his chest and cuddle him as he runs his fingers through your hair, gently playing with it. Expect a lo-fi playlist to be playing softly on the background, as well as some slow kissing here and there. If it’s later in the evening, you two will probably end up dozing off and having some good repairing sleep together, only to wake up completely tangled up in each other’s arms the next morning. He just loves having you around and sharing that kind of intimacy with you.

[linkemon]

Kaeya Alberich (selfship)

Selfship was made for xivia___ on Wattpad.

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~ Being Kaeya's fiancée comes with many difficulties. The main one is his constant absence. The knights have had their hands full lately. But that's not all. You haven't been idle either. The paperwork is overwhelming you. This has led to you rarely seeing each other. Because of this, you especially appreciate the moments when you spend time together.

~ A man tries to remind you to take care of yourself, but he doesn't do much of it himself. You have to watch out so he doesn't overdo it.

~ He loves how you throw yourself around his neck to greet him every time he comes back from a difficult, dangerous fight. You only do it with people who are close to you, like Jean. He grumbles that you would do it with everyone, preferably his coworkers, which you don't want to agree to.

~ He can be overly dramatic, even in public, which often embarrasses you. He can complain that you don't pay enough attention to him when you're walking around town and you see something interesting.

~ One time you were shopping and the old ladies at the stall started telling you how lucky you were. You didn't know why, but Kaeya had gained their popularity. Later you found out that they were supposedly very depressed because they saw him as a candidate for a husband for their granddaughters.

~ He calls you my sweetheart. Your relationship is full of such sweet words from him. He also won't resist kissing you out of the blue. Especially when he goes somewhere for a longer time, he says he needs more kisses in advance.

~ Diluc doesn't know what you see in his brother. He treats you with cold politeness and that's it. You never found out why they have such a bad relationship and they won't explain it to you. You don't press it but it saddens you how they treat each other. However, you know that your future brother-in-law is ready to help you if you were in a really bad situation. He told you about it right after you got engaged and it was one of the few things he said to you in your entire relationship.

~ You have to forgive Kaeya for often sitting at the bar. That's one thing that will never change. He likes to enjoy a glass of wine after a hard day. He'll try to convince you to go out with him. After all, Angel's Share also has non-alcoholic drinks. Just be prepared to deal with him when he overdoes it.

~ He gets extremely effusive when drunk. He also tends to tell tales. Including ones that exaggerate your merits. Once he made up that you defeated a magician without any weapons. People in a bar clapped and the next day the rumors spread and they congratulated you on the street, asking for details. You were pissed at your fiancé for that for the next week.

~ His cryo ability helps you especially in the summer. He will gladly cool your drink or hold your hand under the pretext of hot weather.

He can also walk on water. He is strong enough to freeze its surface to some extent. His favourite pastime is doing it while skating, in the summer. This requires a lot of trust from you because one wrong move from him and you will end up in the water. If it is shallow, he sometimes bathes you on purpose. He finds this extremely amusing.

~ Your dates are usually picnics near Mondstadt. You usually have to organize them because Alberich would be satisfied with a simple walk. He explains it by saying that anywhere is perfect, as long as it's with you. He doesn't really feel like cooking and you know it.

~ If monsters attack you then, he will defeat them in a showy style. Even if you can defend yourself, he will still want to do it himself. He likes to show off. He wants to be your private knight, protecting you from danger.

~ The man has a serious dilemma. The wedding is coming up and he still hasn't told you where he really came from. It's not that he doesn't want to but his childhood memories are deeply embedded in him. He's still ashamed of his hesitation on that fateful day. Diluc has never forgiven him. How differently will you look at him? He doesn't know for sure. It was a long time ago and his view of the world is different but the fact remains. However, he is certain that no matter what he does, your safety in the future is important.

[davesbigwhirlwind]

My forced formal transformation story - the things we do for love...

Sam was the love of my life. She was more stylish, more cultured, more intelligent. I had a reasonable job and was a fairly popular and trendy guy, but I was punching above my weight and I knew it. But we clicked. There was a connection and it just worked. I'd do anything for her. 

We'd been going out for about 5 months when she suggested I should move in to her family home. She lived with her father in a large house alongside their 2 staff. Now her father was a traditionalist, and, like her, was very well educated and informed, and I liked the fact he was very direct. He was a successful business owner and by default seemed to be in business mode, and always wore a somber suit and a serious expression on his face. His wife had sadly passed, but I respected the great job they had done in raising Sam into the fine woman she was. 

He told me that he'd be glad of me to move in - separate rooms of course - but as our relationship was clearly serious he wanted to help us, but emphasised that he wanted to help me develop both intellectually and physically, and while he would take things slowly, he would require me to embrace both the learnings and recommendations he made to help guide me towards being a good husband, should we reach that point. 

I readily agreed. 

A month later and I moved in. Stephen started straight away teaching me much of his knowledge on everything from etiquette to literature, and the art of being a good partner. He explained the man's place was not about fashion, beauty and flamboyancy, but, rather about masculinity, dependability and stability, and being understated, while allowing Sam to take the limelight. He explained that the correct appearance was every bit as important as how you act and how would help guide me through these factors over the months ahead. 

The first change came the following Monday. I woke to find in my wardrobe that all my t shirts had been replaced by good quality white formal shirts, and accompanying white vests to wear under them. And I was gutted to see that my entire trainer collection had disappeared and been replaced by 3 pairs of, very traditional, formal lace up black leather Oxford shoes. Even when selecting my smartest dark jeans, they still looked very out of keeping with the formal white shirt, and pulling on the shoes the leather creaked as my feet adjusted to being wedged into the pointy toes. I tied the laces and saw my face reflecting in the incredibly highly polished leather uppers. Walking in these shoes was a challenge, as the smooth soles meant I had to walk much more slowly and with poise, in order to not skid. 

I would never have chosen these clothes but went along with it, with Sam encouraging me. I got a few wise cracks about shiny shoes at work but that was about it. I worked in IT so it had a fair variety of oddballs, from geeks wearing cartoon t shirts, to goths, so while my change in style was out of character for me, it wasn't a major issue. 

I also needn't have worried about the jeans not looking right, as, by the end of the week, these had all been removed, to be replaced by heavy, pale grey wool trousers, tightly tailored and with razor sharp creases that hung straight down with just a small break above the seam which grazed the top of my Oxfords. A shiny black formal belt was also provided. 

This became what I wore every single day. It felt particularly strange wearing this at weekends when seeing friends, and the wise cracks at work focused on it being my school uniform, but Sam kept me up, telling me how handsome I looked. If she was happy, then I'd cope. I no longer worked out at the gym, and I controlled the time I spent with friends to ensure I committed the time to my new family and to this process.

The following Saturday Stephen announced we'd be making a trip to his barber. 

I was straight into Anthony's chair, and with a glance on the mirror I got a last look at my prized hair. Everyone loved my hair. I got lots of great comments about it. it was long, luscious, tousled and framed my face beautifully being roughly parted to drape down and across my forehead and feel flowing to lying on my collar. 

There was no discussion as Anthony combed through my hair. For years my shoulder length hair has been roughly parted above my right eye, but now a very severe straight part was created on the far left side of my head with the hair scraped to either side of this stark white line. 

Without ceremony the clippers were powered up and ploughed up the left side of my head towards the part, while Anthony used his comb to angle out the hair so that the clippers left a slightly longer length at the top, but otherwise a fine pelt of military length hair was left three quarters of the way up. This continued round my head as my ears became uncovered for the first time. And boy are my ears massive. Alarmingly so. Jug ears without a doubt, and definitely having benefited from the hair that had very satisfactorily covered them for over 20 years. Next Anthony took his scissors and was cutting the top down with massive chunks. Nothing longer than an inch and a half remained. The next shock was just what a big forehead I had. With so little hair, my facial features were really standing out. A razor then took off the hairs at the back of my neck, that had never caused an issue before, but were now clearly too scruffy to remain, while my sideburns were removed to the top of ears.

Pomade was then rubbed into my hair and a comb carefully pulled the hair across my head, while Anthony styles a small quiff at the front and showed me how to re-create this. 

He showed me in the mirror the remains of my hair. The uniformly clipped hair ran over half way up the back of my head before tapering to a slightly longer length leading to a small ridge ran round my head at the point that the clipped hair met the wet-looking slicked hair on top. This ridge dipped slightly at the back, but still remained high up my head, allowing the virgin scalp to shine through across most of my head. This was very much a short, no-nsense business man's haircut

I went to sit with my cold - and much lighter - head, while Stephen got a trim. I realised he had an identical cut. Same left part, clipping, ridge, slicked quiff. Though Stephen wore the cut far better as he had far less expanse of clipped scale due to having a much lower hairline and smaller, rounder head. While my head was very clearly very elongated and egg-like. He also had small ears that sat neatly tucked into the side of his head, unlike my satellite dishes. I ran my hand down the back of my head, which sent a shiver down my spine from the bristles that were an alien feeling. 

Sam looked genuinely shocked when she saw me. I couldn't blame her as my features seemed to have moved round my face from this brutal cut. My massive pale gleaming forehead and giant ears exposed for the first time, and the brutality of the cut showing the elongated oval shaped head that had been hidden for so many years. I felt shell shocked, but Stephen offered a rare word of encouragement by saying how positive it was that the men of the house were now setting a clear standard on grooming. I truly hated this haircut and how it made me feel and look, but a part of me also really felt proud that Stephen wanted me to take on part of his style. This really was a defining moment of moving from fashionable to formal. 

Friends and colleagues either looked in horror or laughed but told me it would soon grow. However I very much doubted this would be allowed to happen. It was the second haircut 2 weeks later that got the worst response, as no one could begin to fathom why I would inflict this same style on myself for a second time. But this became routine that ever 2 weeks we'd both be shaved, trimmed and slicked to ensure the stubble remained short enough to pass muster. 

I think even Stephen realised I needed to get used to my new look as the next few weeks were more about using my new skills, such as Sam and I attending small dinners at home with close friends and associates of Stephen.

Then, an upgrade came. A plethora of very sombre ties in shades of navy, burgundies and dark green appeared alongside a navy double breasted blazer with rows of gold buttons running down the front sides. This became standard attire, as my heavily starched shirt collars now became buttoned to the top and digging into my neck, with a Windsor knotted tie, together with tie clip as standard from morning to night and the blazer whenever with company, and fully buttoned whenever I wasn't seated. I now looked like an off duty naval officer, but it did too make me sit up straight and hold myself taller as a result. 

A couple of other hurdles came over the next month. First I was taken to the opticians for the fitting of my new glasses. It was a surprise to me I was getting glasses, as I lived constantly in contact lenses, having only a small pair of rimless frames for emergencies. However the frames that had been chosen for me were big gold framed aviator glasses that filled the width of my face, and the frames glinted in the light as I moved. However as I was so myopic the lenses were extremely thick, and the lenses shrunk down my eyes (one of my best features, which now looked weirdly small and watery and hidden by these large rectangular fishbowl lenses, with strong reflections) as well as creating a very visible cut in the side of the lenses meaning my head looked like it had had chunks taken out of it. My contact lenses were removed and these became a daily dominating feature on my face, as the world now saw me as a bespectacled man for the first time. Due to the weight of the large panes of glass that now sat across my face, they kept sliding down my nose. They were adjusted, but the result meant the arms of the glasses dug into the side of my face, creating permanent creases in the temples of my head.

I also had my tattoo on my arm removed by Lazer. It wasn't appropriate. It was a painful correction. Both in the emotional loss of something I loved and the physical agony of it being eradicated. 

This was me now, this was my daily uniform. I didn't now need to spend time thinking about what to wear or what to buy, as it was already a given. When I stood beside Sam, she looked radiant and beautiful as ever, while I remain dependable and reliable beside her. Ultimately I was grey. Yes I looked very smart and could be very charming, but no one would give me a second look beyond my formal and traditional appearance. I admit that the old me used to like the glances I'd get from women checking me out, and I would flirt with women and preen myself to be as attractive as possible. Now no one I would have found attractive would give me the time of day, and if people stared, it was now for very different reasons This was me now. Formal, nerdy, a bit ugly. From my smartly quiffed hair and geeky big glasses and smart outfit. But I was fully committed to Sam, as it should be, and that was what mattered. 

[lets-try-some-writing]

since i know you like your alien worldbuilding and i’m not really sure if you’ve answered an ask related to this yet, at least for tfp, i’d just be really interested in hearing some of your ideas (if you have any) on what cybertronian beauty standards are, and how most of the main cast would be seen in regards to those standards. do they even have an understandable concept of beauty? i mean obviously shiny paint and buffed finishes would probably be the norm, and different branches of the transformers race would definitely value certain traits over others (velocitron comes to mind) but what other features do you think would be cybertronian society’s general ideals?

Heck yeah, worldbuilding time. Lets gooooooo-

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Cybertronian Beauty Standards

There are a few universals when it comes to beauty standards across Cybertron. Namely well done paint, buffed plating, and unbroken armor. However across regions and castes, there are a few preferences that are rather prevalent.

Amidst high castes, the favored form is flamboyancy and keeping up the latest trends. If one wishes to keep up to standard, they will be required to constantly change their frame, usually in irreversible ways in order to ensure they are up to snuff. The trends always change, so it is near impossible to pinpoint what is seen as beautiful at any given moment amongst the high caste, but a few constants are brighter colors, accessories in abundance, and expressive optics. Its all a way to show off authority and wealth.

Middle caste mecha tend to be more reserved, and as a general rule, a more composed and sophisticated look is the most attractive. A firm frame without any serious kibble, hardy and built to last but still with enough unique accessories to stand out. Duller versions of their high caste counterparts paint selections are often the preferred choice, but often brighter colors are still appreciated most. For the middle caste its all about showing off one's ability to take care of themselves while still standing out in a way that is not obnoxious.

Low caste mecha look for survivability in those around them to determine beauty. A sturdy frame with no serious signs of deterioration, an appealing collection of scars to tell of battles won, and bright but often cold colors are preferred. Shining silver and multiple layers of armor are seen as most beautiful due to the story such things tell. A mech who can withstand everything and still manage to buff out their plating is one who is well regarded amongst the low castes.

Across different city states, these standards largely remained the same but were adapted to the preferences of each area. In the case of Iacon and its similarly wealthy sister cities, all mecha regardless of caste were expected to maintain their frame. Bright colors, slim waists with bulky shoulders and chevrons were seen as the most appealing. Thick pedes were also seen as an expression of grace when combined with thin legs and the overall bulk of the upper body. Additional kibble was not seen as particularly appealing and often a more minimalist appearance was most well regarded since it showed a mech could go without any notable modifications. If one had modifications, they were to be hidden if the mech in question wanted to keep up appearances. Any sort of markings to the frame were looked down upon, especially scarring. Clean plating without blemish was always seen as far superior to any sort of marking in wealthy cities. With that in mind, face preference tended to lean more toward those with polished and flat faces with their most interesting feature being their optics.

Less wealthy but more productive cities like Polyhex and Vos had a whole different set of preferences. Extra kibble was seen as appealing with a particular preference toward doorwings and wings in general. To have such a sensitive piece of additional kibble was put on a pedestal as it spoke of increadible self control to not be hitting everything and everyone or responding to stimuli poorly. Visors were held in high regard partially for the protective factor they offered, but largely due to how they obscured the face, a trait that was in high demand due to the various careers seen in the more bustling cities. Identity was everything, so having a frame with a slim midsection but with kibble almost everywhere else was seen as quite beautiful. Markings were tolerated and even seen as appealing to a degree so long as they were either artistically placed, or in the case of scarring, very minimal. The preference for facial structure was not really present as most instead preferred to focus on their visors as their most notable frame addition.

In poorer cities with a higher concentration of low caste mecha, such as Kaon and Helex, preferences differed yet again. Thick armor, heavily armed, and larger frames were seen as superior in every regard. The larger and sturdier a mech was, the better. A degree of curvage was seen as appealing, but largely the beauty was found in armor structure and useful kibble. Mecha in poorer cities resented any sort of ridiculous flamboyancy and much preferred quieter methods of showing off their grace. Polished but scarred armor was a mark of wisdom and prowess. Cooler colors showed an ability to go into battle without regard for faction or affiliation. Open weaponry showed bravery and honor since they quite clearly knew when and when not to fight. Usefulness was the most appealing, along with more aggressive plating structure. Unlike other cities, smooth and simple plating was not the most beautiful and instead most mecha agreed that spikes or at least extra boxy armor was better. With that in mind, sharper faces were also in higher demand.

Excluding cities, beauty standards fell into an interesting gray area that depended entirely on region. In small settlements, everything depending on environment. Those that lived near the sea were fond of the bulkier mecha since they could withstand the storms. They cared for them even more if their colors were various shades or orange and rust. Mecha from the spire forests were far fonder of tall and spindly frames, those with dark colors of the earth capable of rushing between obstacles without regard for the difficulties of a larger body. Those from the open plains and wastes fancied those more capable of speed so that they could get from point A to B without need for days of travel. Everything depended on region when not in the cities.

While there were outliers and small subcultures with different preferences, this is the overview.

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How to Fall in Love in Ten Days

+18 series, minors DNI

A/n: Alrighty folks, things are about to start heating up. We’re getting closer to the end 👀👀 As always, let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist, leave your questions, comments, and concerns wherever you see fit, and as always, enjoy 🤍

Content Warnings: mutual pining, sexual tension, a bit of teasing?, voyeurism, masturbation (m!rec).

Word Count: 5.2K

Day Six: The Office

By the time the following day dawned, the overwhelming carnal feelings had subsided, leaving you grateful for the respite. Yet, you knew those emotions still simmered beneath the surface, ready to ignite at the slightest provocation.

The morning sun filtered softly through the lace curtains of the breakfast room, casting a gentle glow over the polished silver and delicate porcelain set for breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked bread and rich coffee filled the air, a comforting contrast to the charged emotions of the previous night. The room itself was a haven of tranquility, with its delicate floral wallpaper and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

Seated alone at the table, you delicately spread fresh plum jam on a warm scone. The scone, still steaming from the oven, melted the jam slightly, creating a perfect blend of flavors and textures. You took a small, appreciative bite, savoring the sweetness that contrasted with the slight tang of the fruit. Just then, the Duke entered, a roguish smile playing on his lips. A rush of relief swept over you at the sight of him, one you hardly fought to hide. Though he looked as dashing as always, your excitement had less to do with physical attraction and more with the anticipation of spending more genuine time together. You found yourself craving this connection just as much as the other. He greeted you with a bow, exaggerated in a way that made you giggle despite yourself.

“Good morning, Your Grace,” he said, straightening up with a twinkle in his eye. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, Your Grace,” you replied, smiling. “I did, thank you. And you?”

“Like a log,” he replied with a grin, crossing the room to sit opposite you. His movements were fluid, almost catlike, and he seemed to bring with him an air of cheerfulness that brightened the room. “Though I confess, I had the most peculiar dream involving a race and a certain charming lady besting me.” He chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. He was in a bright mood, and you had a sneaking suspicion it was for reasons similar to your own.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Perhaps it was not a dream, but a vivid memory.”

“Ah, that would explain it,” he said, his tone mock-serious. “I shall have to train harder to regain my honor.”

You laughed again, the sound bright and clear, and Daniel felt his heart lift at the sight of your genuine smile. There was no need to mention the dinner of the previous evening. What had transpired was a testament to the growing feelings between you, and that was enough for the moment. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, his gaze fixed on you with such intensity that it made your heart flutter.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice low, “what shall we do today, my lady? Shall we ride again, or perhaps a walk in the gardens?”

Before you could respond, Sebastian approached and handed the Duke a sealed letter. He opened it, his expression shifting as he read. When he looked up, the playfulness in his eyes was tinged with regret. He cast his eyes to Sebastian and then back to you.

“It appears I am needed in the Duchy today,” he said, his tone apologetic. “There are some urgent matters of business that require my attention.”

The last thing he wanted to do was leave the house without you. He’d found growing comfort and pleasure in being around you, and for the first time in years, the thought of attending to his business irked him.

You didn’t want him to leave either. You had already thought up ideas of what the two of you could indulge in today, and the thought of him leaving left you feeling like the wounded bride you’d felt like on your first days together. You nodded anyway, trying to mask your disappointment. “Of course, Your Grace. Duty calls.”

Sebastian watched the two of you for a moment with a concealed smirk before slipping out of the room again, not missing the way you two seemed perturbed by not being with one another.

“I shall try to return as soon as possible, hopefully with enough daylight saved for at least one activity.”

You shook your head, “Your duty as the Duke comes first. I shall be right here when you return, there’s no need to rush.”

He wanted to shake his head in return. Suddenly his duties didn’t seem as important as spending time with you. If he could blow the whole thing off he would, but unfortunately the matter was urgent.

“Besides,” you added, trying to ease his visible displeasure, “I’m sure there are some things that need tending to ahead of our ball in a few days.”

Daniel smiled, albeit wistfully, and nodded. “Yes, of course. Until this evening, then.”

You watched him go, your heart heavy with the unspoken wish that he could stay. As the door closed behind him, the room felt a little colder, a little emptier. You sighed, turning back to your scone, trying to focus on the day ahead. The jam on your scone seemed less sweet, and the warm, inviting aroma of the breakfast room felt somewhat hollow without his presence.

You spent the first half of your morning in the stables with Elpis. You considered taking her for a short stroll, but it wouldn’t have been the same without Daniel. The remainder of the morning was spent perusing titles in the library, losing yourself in the scent of aged leather and the quiet rustle of pages. The tranquility was a welcome reprieve, but all too soon, Roslyn arrived to assist you in your office, where you finalized the decorations and menus for the rapidly approaching ball. After several hours of meticulous work, every detail was addressed, and Roslyn departed to ensure the plans were executed flawlessly.

While still in your office, you decided to turn your attention to a stack of correspondences that had sat waiting for you in the corner of your desk. Most were letters from esteemed families who had, for various reasons, been unable to attend your wedding, yet each conveyed their heartfelt congratulations and well wishes.

You responded to each letter with the same courtesy, despite recognizing only a few names from your youth, the others were mere shadows in your memory.

After signing the last letter, you gathered the stack and entrusted them to a servant for dispatch. With your tasks complete, you found yourself aimlessly wandering the halls, restless and yearning for something—or rather, someone.

Daniel had not yet returned, and you had exhausted all your tasks for the day. Your thoughts drifted to him—his stories of childhood, the infectious melody of his laughter, and the way his eyes sparkled when you shared anecdotes from your own youth. You realized then that you missed him. It was a strange, almost foreign sensation, this longing for his nearness and, dare you admit, his touch.

Your steps, guided by your wandering mind, led you to the Duke’s office. You paused before the ornate doors, debating whether to enter. The temptation was strong; you had never seen the interior, and curiosity gnawed at you. Secondly, it would offer a semblance of closeness to him in his absence until he returned. You wondered if the furniture retained his intoxicating scent, permeated by his constant presence. And lastly, entering his office would provide a further glimpse into his world, a deeper understanding of the man who was becoming so significant to you.

Technically, there was no prohibition against it. You lived there, after all, and had received no explicit instructions to stay out. Yet, it felt like an invasion of his privacy, especially in his absence.

Your hand was on the knob before you fully registered your decision. Slowly, you turned it, careful not to make a sound that might attract attention. The door opened with a soft creak, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding with adrenaline.

You hesitated in the threshold, taking in the sight before you. The room was a study in understated elegance, filled with dark, polished wood and rich, burgundy leather. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with volumes of all sizes, their spines a rainbow of faded colors. A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface impeccably organized, papers stacked neatly beside a brass inkwell and quill.

The air was redolent with the scent of aged paper and the subtle tang of leather, mingling with the faint aroma of the cedar wood that paneled the room. It was Daniel’s comforting scent that seemed to envelop you, making you feel as though you were stepping into the very essence of the Duke himself.

The room was dimly lit, the sunlight filtering through heavy, brocade curtains that framed the tall windows. You crossed the threshold and closed the door behind you. Your fingers trailed lightly over the smooth, cool surface of the desk, the texture was pleasing under your touch, a tactile connection to the man who spent so many hours here.

A pair of high-backed chairs, upholstered in burgundy velvet, sat before the desk, inviting and regal. You could almost picture Daniel seated behind the desk, his brow furrowed in concentration, or perhaps leaned back, lost in thoughts, thoughts of you, perhaps.

Your gaze traveled around the room, noting the small, personal touches that spoke volumes about the Duke. A collection of polished stones and fossils was displayed in a glass case, evidence of a childhood fascination that had not entirely faded. An antique globe sat in one corner, its surface worn smooth by years of curious fingers tracing over its continents.

Then, your eyes fell upon a large portrait hanging on the wall across from his desk, and you felt a pang of tenderness. It depicted a young Daniel, perhaps seven or eight years old, standing between his parents. His mother, a striking woman with warm, kind eyes, had one arm draped protectively around his shoulders. His father, stern but with a hint of a smile playing at his lips, stood tall and proud beside them.

The portrait captured a moment of familial warmth and unity, a stark contrast to the solitary figure Daniel often seemed to be. You stepped closer, studying the young boy’s face. His eyes, even then, held a glimmer of the intelligence and determination that had become so characteristic of the man he had grown into.

You reached out, almost without thinking, to touch the frame of the portrait. The wood was cool and smooth under your fingertips, grounding you in the present moment. The sight of Daniel’s younger self, flanked by his parents, stirred something deep within you—a longing to be a part of his life, to share in the history that had shaped him.

Stepping back, you allowed yourself a moment to simply absorb the atmosphere of the room. It was a space that spoke of duty and diligence, but also of personal interests and hidden depths. It was, in every sense, a reflection of the man you were coming to know and care for more deeply with each passing hour.

You crossed back over to one of the cases to inspect its contents further. The glass-fronted cabinet held an array of artifacts, each meticulously arranged. There were gilded trinkets and miniature sculptures, their surfaces catching the light and gleaming with a muted luster. Among them, you spotted an ornate inkwell, fashioned from silver and engraved with intricate patterns, alongside an array of quills, their feathers pristine and elegant.

“Pretty fascinating, isn’t it?”

You jumped with fright at the sound of the Duke’s voice, clutching your chest as you whipped around to see a smirking Daniel leaning against the door frame. How had you not heard him come in?

He didn’t appear angry in any way, but you felt the need to apologize anyways.

“Your Grace,” you sighed, trying to calm the rapid pulsing of your heart, “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to… intrude?”

Daniel stood watching you in amusement for a moment longer, his eyes dragging the length of your body before finding your face again. “There’s no need to apologize. This is your house, you can visit any room you please.”

He pushed himself off the doorframe and shut the door behind him. You were thankful for the privacy, but also fearful of what you might find yourself getting up to without watching eyes.

Daniel quietly strolled further into the room, coming to stand near you by the cases. He folded his arms behind his back and inspected his collection.

"Where did you acquire all of these?" you asked, seeking to ease the heaviness that was rapidly beginning to form in the room.

"Some of these belonged to my father," he replied, pointing out a few, "others were gifts, and some came from my travels." He gestured to a specific item on the top shelf. It was a small silver carving of what appeared to be a kraken, though you weren't entirely familiar with the mythical creature.

"That was a gift from my friend Jacob. He brought it back after one of his voyages when he was only sixteen years old."

"It is most enchanting; he must have paid a large sum for it."

Daniel smirked. "Knowing Jacob, it was probably stolen."

You gasped in shock before both of you fell into a fit of laughter.

Turning away from the case, you began, "so, this is where you spend your days hiding away, is it?"

Daniel felt a twinge of embarrassment at your statement and struggled to find words to reply. Nothing he could say would excuse his childlike behavior.

"It is rather charming," you continued, sparing him from having to reply. "I can see why one would wish to spend ample time here. There is much more to see than in my simple office."

Daniel chuckled. "Only more to get distracted by, if I'm being honest."

You leaned back against the front side of the desk, displayed in a way that immediately heightened Daniel’s senses. He tried not to show his reaction, but he rather liked seeing you there against his desk in that way. The smell of your floral perfume hung ever so slightly in the air, and he fought back the urge to inhale deeply, to experience the way your scents mingled together.

He watched as you inspected the family portrait hung on the wall, wondering what was going through your mind as you did so. In truth, you were trying your best not to look at him for too long. The more you did, the more difficult it was to restrain yourself and all your lascivious thoughts.

But the Duke felt there was too much space between you. He had raced back home to be near you, but this wasn’t quite near enough for him.

He made a movement in your direction, and when he did, your nerves sent your body jumping, causing you to knock one of the items on his desk to the floor with a thud.

"My apologies," you stammered, leaning to retrieve it, but Daniel was by your side in an instant, stopping you from moving with a gentle hand over yours.

You looked from the item on the floor to your hands together, and then into the Duke’s eyes. They were fiery and amorous as he held your gaze. Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground where the item lay beside you. Your breathing began to pick up, and while he lingered so close beside you, you couldn't move a muscle.

With the item clutched in his grasp, he began to rise from the ground, his movements deliberate and languid, a bold hand caressing the blush fabric of your dress as he ascended. Unable to resist any longer, he inhaled your scent deeply, savoring it as a memory to recall later in the solitude of his chambers.

“Your Grace,” you shuddered bashfully, “what…” Your voice trailed off as his touch continued its upward journey. He placed the item back on the desk, his wandering hand coming to rest upon your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist.

It seemed he could no longer control himself, but you did not resist. You wanted to see just how far this intimate moment would go, to see if this would finally be the moment you both surrendered to your desires.

“I could not stop thinking of you while I was away,” he breathed into the small space between you. “All day, my mind was consumed with the idea of being near you again, so much so that I could hardly bear it.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and leaned into his touch, causing an agonizing sigh to spill past the Duke’s lips. Oh, how he craved this more and more.

“I missed you. I could not stop thinking of you either,” you admitted, brushing your lips against his but not feeling bold enough to kiss him. The touch was becoming almost painful to resist.

“Indeed?” he questioned, nuzzling his nose against yours. “What was it you were thinking of?”

When you did not, or more so, could not answer, his hand around your waist gave a gentle squeeze that made you gasp.

“Do not go silent on me now,” he spoke against your lips. “What were your thoughts while I was away?”

The Duke was enjoying this very much, but you found a sense of resilience within yourself not to give in too easily. There was still a silent battle waging.

“Why don’t you tell me what it was you were thinking of while you were away?”

The corner of his mouth turned upward in a salacious smirk. “I can admit my thoughts were rather similar to this,” he quickly assessed the way your bodies were pressed against one another, “amongst other things.”

“Things like what?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Daniel’s brow cocked. “That would be telling, now, wouldn’t it? And if my duty speaks anything of the man I am, then you would see that I am much more a man of action than of words.”

Before he could finish his sentence, you crashed your lips against his, unable to restrain yourself any longer. He kissed you back with fervor, wrapping you in his embrace so that you would not lose your footing.

It was an ardent tangle of lips and breath, a wild and unrestrained exchange that left no room for decorum. Passion overpowered precision, each movement vehement and perfervid. It was a kiss that spoke of the raw, unbridled yearning that lay beneath the layers of conflict that had consumed your marriage, an intensity that rendered every other sensation meaningless.

When a throaty moan escaped your body, Daniel quickly realized how precipitously the moment was escalating. Summoning the last vestiges of his restraint, he tore himself away from you, stepping several paces back.

It took you a moment to regain your composure, but when you did, the Duke was regarding you with an unreadable expression.

Both your chests were heaving, and you had the mind to seek out his lips again, but he began shaking his head.

“I must apologize,” he said, you could see the disappointment washing away the lust in his features, “I should not have done that. I’m unsure of what has come over me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but no words came forth. When the silence became unbearable, Daniel stormed out of the room, leaving the door ajar as he distanced himself from you once more.

Things were eerily hushed in Sterling house for the remainder of the afternoon leading up to dinner. You’d closed yourself in your room with your racing thoughts, and figured Daniel had done the same since you had been occupying the only other place he sought refuge in the house.

Roslyn and your maids came to help you freshen up for dinner, but they’d finished early, whisking themselves away to their next tasks, leaving you with a little time to kill before you were expected in the dining room.

Without knowing it, you found yourself wandering the halls like a ghost again.

As you turned the corner to the hallway that Daniel’s bedroom occupied, you were confound to find that the door was slightly ajar. This was unusual, the doors to the Duke’s room were usually always shut tight, even when he was absent. You tiptoed over, feeling ashamed for your constant prying, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself when it came to him. You were led on by your desires, feeling as if you were going mad trying to catch even just a glimpse of your husband.

Peeking your head in, you took in the sight of his room, a parallel to the masculine sanctuary of his office. Dark mahogany furniture, deep green drapes, and a singular shelf lined with books. The bed, grand and imposing, was impeccably made, and the scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, along with the scent that you had come to realize belonged to the Duke alone. His desk, cluttered yet organized, hinted at his mind that was constantly at work; he couldn’t escape it even in the comfort of his bedroom. There was a large painting of a ship at sea hanging over the fireplace, and on the mantelpiece, a collection of small, intricate figurines similar to ones you’d seen in his office earlier. Despite the room’s opulence, it felt distinctly his—a blend of austerity and hidden warmth, but as you looked around, you realized the Duke wasn’t present in the room like you thought he was.

You stepped in further, but stopped in your tracks when you heard a noise coming from what you assumed to be the bathroom.

You were statuesque as you waited for another sound, and it wasn’t long before one graced your ears.

A moan. Low and guttural in nature. You furrowed your brows together, unsure if you had heard correctly, but before you could step closer to improve your hearing, it sounded out again, this time with your name at its tail end. Your heartbeat began to quicken, but you couldn’t seem to find enough common sense to turn and leave.

In fact, you crept closer, your ears seeking out the sounds coming from the other side of the door as if they’d been tuned to them only. The door was closed, but not entirely, all it would take was a small push to open it. And push you did, with trembling fingers, just enough so that you could peer inside.

The Duke’s back was to you as he sat in the bathroom’s large ornate clawfoot tub, his curly hair fanned out over the edge behind him as more ragged breathing and choked groans escaped him. The water from the tub lapped in time with the movement of his arm, and though the tub shielded you from seeing what was truly taking place, you had a rather clear notion of what Daniel was engaged in, having been privy to similar circumstances with your older brother, ones that you tried not to think of in that moment.

This was an intimate moment, one that propriety dictated you should have retreated from the instant you comprehended its nature. Yet, despite your best efforts to avert your gaze and leave the Duke to his private musings, you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him.

You watched motionlessly, holding your breath to not give away your position. The way his back muscles tensed every so often, the motion of his arm working at himself, the salacious sounds he coaxed from himself as he did so, it was all so tantalizing. You didn’t even have the mind to feel ashamed for watching, too consumed by the show the Duke didn’t even know he was putting on for you.

Seeing him that way made it very apparent how desperately you wanted him; better yet, needed him. You desired it more fervently than your very next breath. The fear that this longing might wholly consume you if left unfulfilled gnawed at your soul, but it was a battle you no longer wished to wage.

You wanted the Duke, and from the sounds and looks of it, he undoubtedly wanted you too.

When a curse left his mouth with your name again, you found yourself suddenly too overwhelmed, and you retreated from spying before an achy moan of your own escaped.

You made your way back to your room, but you couldn’t wipe the image of the Duke from your brain. And you knew it’d be permanently etched there until you got a chance to endeavor him yourself.

Daniel did not grace you with his presence at dinner that evening; instead, he dispatched Sebastian to reassure you that all was well, though he needed to catch up on some pressing work.

You found yourself grateful for this reprieve, uncertain if you could have faced the Duke after your earlier indiscretion. Moreover, it provided a welcome respite from the internal tumult you had been contending with whenever the Duke was in your presence, allowing you to cultivate an air of tranquility. You sat quietly, savoring your meal, and wished for the presence of the violinist from the previous night to provide some diversion. This solitude was markedly different from the isolation you had felt in days past. You did not feel abandoned but rather content—well, almost content.

Once dinner concluded, you retired to your chambers, silent as your maids assisted you in preparing for bed.

Slipping beneath the fresh linens, you found yourself tossing and turning, thoughts of your husband filling your mind until, at last, they gently lulled you into slumber.

The sun cast its golden glow over a sprawling meadow, where the laughter of children echoed in the warm air. Two boys and a girl played, their faces radiant with joy. The eldest boy, dark-haired and mischievous, helped his younger sister to her feet after she stumbled. Nearby, a young boy with golden curls chased a butterfly, his chubby hands reaching out in earnest delight.

The stately manor stood in the background, its windows gleaming in the late afternoon light. Standing nearby, watching the children with a serene smile, was you, your every feature exuding grace and warmth. Your dress fluttered softly in the breeze, and your eyes, filled with love, followed your children’s every move. You turned and smiled, your gaze meeting that of Daniel standing a few paces away.

“Look at them,” you said, your voice filled with tender amusement. “They grow so quickly, do they not?”

Daniel smiled back, his heart swelling with pride and contentment. “Indeed, they do. It feels as though just yesterday we were welcoming our firstborn.”

The girl, with dark curls cascading down her back, ran over and grabbed Daniel’s hand. “Papa, come play with us!”

Daniel laughed, allowing himself to be pulled into the children’s game. “Very well, but I must warn you, I was quite the champion at hide-and-seek in my day.”

The children giggled, their joy infectious. As they played, you stood back, your heart warmed by the sight of your husband and children together.

Your eldest boy, after hiding and being found, ran to to where you were standing, his round face so similar to Daniel’s it made your heart swell all the more. “Mama, did you see? Papa found me so quickly!”

“I did, my love,” you replied, kneeling to embrace him. “Your father has always been very clever.”

As the game continued, Daniel found a moment to stand beside you again, your hands naturally finding each other’s. He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes reflecting a deep, unspoken love.

“I have never been happier,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “This is everything I ever desired.”

You smiled up at him, your eyes shining. “As have I, my love.”

Suddenly, a rhythmic, persistent tapping began to intrude upon the idyllic scene. The edges of the meadow started to blur, the children’s laughter fading into the distance. The tapping grew louder, more insistent, pulling Daniel from his dream.

With a reluctant sigh, he awoke, the tapping now unmistakably real. His head swiveled until he found the source of the noise. The latch on his window was loose, and the howling wind outside sent the windowpane tap, tap, tapping.

He threw back the covers and repositioned the lock until the wind was no longer a problem. But after his dream, one he hadn’t expected to have in a million years, he knew sleep wouldn’t find him again so easily.

Pulling on some nearby lounge clothes, the Duke slipped out of his room, down the hall, and around the corner to his office.

A few lamps were still lit in the room, illuminating the space just enough that it wouldn’t draw any attention to his whereabouts.

He walked the room aimlessly, something he didn’t do often. Usually, he was right at his desk to work, but he wasn’t seeking work this time of night. He wanted to see if your scent still lingered in the room, hoping to catch just a fragment of your being in your absence. It was faint, but he could distinguish it, and it brought him a foreign sense of relief.

His office, a place he spent many hours, didn’t feel the same anymore. It felt oddly empty, more vast than he remembered it. Colder.

He couldn’t figure out the reason why, until his mind flashed to you again. It was you that was missing from the room, giving it its inviting warmth. The room hadn’t had your presence before today, and so Daniel had never known it any differently. But now that you’d graced it with your presence, the room felt empty without you.

Daniel sighed, running a hand over his face. He was falling for you, fast and hard, beyond the physical attraction.

You were beginning to etch your way into his mind, body, and soul. He was beginning to live and breathe you in a way he’d never expected, and not so soon.

He crossed the room to the window, casting his gaze off into the distance. Though the sky was dark, he could see the storm clouds beginning to form as the trees and shrubbery in the garden swayed with the increasing wind.

He stood there for a long time, the weight of the evening’s events settling upon him. He hadn’t meant to hide from you during dinner, but he felt he could hardly face you after what he got up to earlier. He feared if you saw his face, it’d give away everything he was thinking and feeling. Not only that, but the dream he’d had earlier seemed to begin to blur with reality, leaving him yearning for a future he could scarcely believe was within reach.

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[schrodinger-swriter]

Can i please have a headcanon for Angel Dust x Asexual!Reader ?

thank you!!!

Angel Dust x Asexual!Reader

This one is going to be interesting! Apologies if it is a little short, asides from the initial idea I didn't have much else to offer.. Regardless, I hope you enjoy Anon! C:

In an odd way he understands. Sure you're asexual simply because you don't experience sexual attraction, or drive. It is a spectrum of course, but for the sake of simplicity let's say you're totally ace! You feel no sexual attraction to anyone. Whereas Angel is.. hyper sexual, though it seems a lot of that is due to him putting on a front as well as doing what feels is required of him. A means to avoid being vulnerable. His advances don't work on you, and in a way it makes him feel secure around you. You don't have any ulterior motives.

He doesn't totally cut it out, in regards to his flirting and innuendos but they are toned down a little. Especially if they make you uncomfortable. It's not often that he meets someone like you and he's not about to lose you. Plus you're his partner, probably the first genuine and sweet one he's had in a while.

You two often hang out in his room in the hotel, just talking. Really the topic can be anything, sometimes it's work for both of you and other times it's about some bullshit going on in the hotel. You two gossip too, sometimes Angel talks about something someone did at the hotel or some rumor he's heard. He also talks about the possibility of redemption. More serious things like that are brought up.

You two also do a bit of self care with each other; from brushing out his hair to doing each other's nails. Small things like that to make you both feel better! You two get matching nail polish.

[heytherecentaurs]

Adam Conover’s special was so much fun. It’s exactly what you’d expect. He has always managed to strike the right balance between very clever guy and very goofy guy. And he knows how to tip one way or the other as required. Like G for Government and his podcast are more serious and Adam Ruins Everything and his special are more silly. But he’s never one without the other and I think that makes him very likeable. He’s smart and he knows it but doesn’t take himself too seriously. And that’s perfect.

This special was great because it is classic Adam. He mixes cogent sociopolitical commentary with jokes about eating ass. And it works. He’s never too far in either direction and it makes for a very balanced show.

Over the years I’ve become a big fan of Adam’s. And he doesn’t disappoint. I know he’s very busy but it made me want him back on Naddpod. He was their first guest and I’d love to see him back now that the show is more polished and Murph knows how to handle guest arcs.

Definite worth checking out and a very very solid hour of standup.

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie! I love your work, especially about the Hannibal family (my favorite is the royal AU). And I was wondering about the Hannibal family, but at AU "The Menu". Where Margot Mills is a reader, Julian Slowik is Hannibal Sr, Elsa is Hannibal Jr, and Morgan, Peter and Kevin are Sous-chefs. It would be very interesting to read

Halloween Special

You stood at the edge of the secluded, lavish restaurant, the scent of herbs and firewood curling through the air as the last guests were ushered into the dining area. The place was stunning—an intricate blend of old-world elegance and cold, precise luxury. The staff moved in perfect harmony, barely casting glances at one another as they executed their roles.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the dimly lit kitchen, a man in crisp chef’s whites with an unmistakable presence. Chef Hannibal Sr. Lecter, known to the world for his impeccable culinary skill and notorious for his terrifyingly high standards, had his gaze locked on you. His face was inscrutable, the kind of calm that could either reassure or deeply unsettle.

"Welcome," Chef Lecter said, his voice like a well-aged wine, smooth and slightly ominous. You could feel his eyes assessing everyone in the room, taking in every flicker of emotion that crossed each face.

You took a breath, offering a polite smile as you followed his lead into the dining room. But as the courses began, you felt the evening shift into something darker, each dish unveiling more than just ingredients. The first courses were beautifully crafted, yet there was an underlying edge to each. Beneath the delicate flavors and the immaculate presentation, you sensed a warning.

It wasn’t long before Hannibal Jr. made his appearance, dressed impeccably, overseeing the servers with an air of quiet authority. His presence was as controlled and exacting as his father’s, and when he finally made eye contact with you, a slight smirk appeared on his face—a silent challenge, perhaps, daring you to unravel the meaning behind each dish.

With each course, you caught glimpses of the other Lecter family members, each playing a different role within this ritualistic feast.

Morgan, serious and stoic, approached to present his dish, placing it in front of you with careful precision. His eyes flicked to yours briefly, as if appraising your reaction, before he stepped back. His plates were works of art, as intimidating as they were beautiful, and as you took a bite, you could feel his pride. It was almost too perfect, each flavor so meticulously balanced that it felt orchestrated.

Kevin came next, his style strikingly different. His dishes were bold, confrontational, the flavors so intense they seemed to push you to react. You noticed him grinning as he placed the plate in front of you, testing you, waiting to see if you’d flinch or turn away. His eyes sparkled with a bit of rebellion, a flicker of something wild within the polished setting.

Peter was the last to approach. There was a nervousness in his gaze, his hands trembling slightly as he set the delicate plate before you. He seemed almost apologetic, an endearing hint of softness that felt out of place amidst the sharpness of his family’s demeanor. He lingered a moment too long, as though caught between wanting to impress and fearing he’d done something wrong. When you offered him a kind smile, his face flushed, and he quickly retreated to the kitchen.

As the night wore on, you became more aware of Chef Lecter’s watchful eye. Each interaction you shared with his family members seemed to pique his interest further. Finally, as the final course approached, he stepped forward, the room quieting at his presence.

"Tonight," he began, his gaze flicking around the room before settling back on you, "was designed with a specific vision. A vision that requires complete dedication from every soul here." His words hung in the air, each one deliberate, sharp.

You sensed that this was no ordinary dinner. It was an experience meticulously crafted, not for pleasure, but for something darker. As you considered his words, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to let your unease show.

…You wondered how the night would end.

First Course: "Origins of Famine"

As Hannibal Sr. Lecter started setting down the plates, the room seemed to still, each guest riveted by his commanding presence. His movements were precise, controlled, each gesture carrying an unsettling elegance as he arranged the final touches on the plate. His fingers lightly brushed over the wild herbs, positioning them with the care of someone handling something precious—almost sacred. The air was thick with tension as he took a step back, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling on you. Hannibal Sr. Lecter approached your table, his gaze cool and assessing as he set down a plate with a delicate arrangement of smoked rabbit. Beneath it was a scattering of wild herbs and berries, plated with an artistry so precise it bordered on unsettling. Hannibal Sr. raised his eyes to the room, speaking with an elegant restraint.

"This course is called ‘Origins of Famine’," he began, his voice smooth but laced with a dark undercurrent, "is a study of need, of desire—the raw hunger that lies at the foundation of our nature." He tilted his head slightly, never breaking eye contact. "It speaks to what drives us when all else falls away. It is meant to remind us of the beginning, of hunger that leads one to the edge of sanity. A tribute to survival, to the primal drive we all share."

You felt a shiver crawl up your spine, his words hanging heavy in the air as you looked down at the dish before you. The rabbit was carefully smoked, its aroma mingling with the scent of the wild herbs and forest berries that decorated the plate. It looked like a scene from the depths of an untamed forest, carefully crafted yet hinting at something feral. You couldn’t help but sense that the dish was meant to remind you of something far beyond taste, a subtle warning cloaked in exquisite culinary art.

Taking a breath, you lifted a fork to your mouth and tasted the rabbit. The flavors were unlike anything you’d ever experienced—earthy and rich, each bite carrying an undertone of bitterness that was balanced by the slight sweetness of the berries. It was more than a taste; it was an experience, a story of survival and struggle encapsulated in a single bite. It was hauntingly beautiful, evoking images of desolate landscapes and quiet desperation. You felt the weight of it, a pull toward something ancient and raw within yourself.

Hannibal Sr. continued to watch you, his expression unreadable. "Our origins are often rooted in famine," he murmured, more to himself than to the room. "In the desperation of hunger. When stripped of civility, we find our true selves. Wouldn’t you agree ?"

You swallowed, meeting his gaze, feeling an odd understanding pass between you. “Yes,” you said quietly, your voice firm. "It’s…remarkable, and honest."

Something flickered in his expression—an almost imperceptible nod, as if acknowledging a shared understanding. You weren’t just another guest, nor simply a spectator in his world of art and control. For a brief moment, it felt as though he was testing you, waiting to see if you would turn away or embrace the darkness woven into the dish he presented.

"Perhaps," he said, his tone softened yet laced with curiosity, "you understand the nature of hunger more deeply than most." There was an unspoken question there, hovering just beneath the surface, and you realized then that your answer—whether in words or silence—might decide far more than this single meal.

You took a steadying breath, aware that all eyes were still on you, especially Hannibal Sr.’s piercing gaze.

"Yes," you said, your voice quiet but unwavering. "I understand hunger—true hunger. Not just for sustenance, but for something that goes beyond food. The kind that gnaws at you from within, even when you think you've filled it." You met his eyes, feeling the weight of your words resonate in the silent room. "It’s an ache that can consume you if you’re not careful."

Hannibal’s expression shifted slightly, a glimmer of intrigue dancing in his eyes, as if you had said exactly what he had hoped to hear. "Indeed," he replied, his tone soft yet layered with an intensity that made you shiver. "That ache is the very essence of this evening’s experience—a reminder that there are appetites we all share, whether we admit to them or not.”

He inclined his head in approval, and you felt a subtle thrill at having passed this unspoken test, a silent acknowledgment of a mutual understanding. For the first time, a faint smile touched his lips as he added, "I trust you will find the courses that follow…just as fulfilling."

And with that, it was time for the second dish…

Second Course: "Harmony in Chaos"

The next course was presented by Hannibal Jr., who approached with a carefully arranged plate of seabass resting on a bed of jet-black forbidden rice, infused with saffron and garnished with small, edible flowers. Hannibal Jr. offered a slight smile as he placed the plate before you, his quiet authority unmistakable.

"This dish, ‘Harmony in Chaos,’ reflects the balance we strive for in life, though often it may seem elusive," he explained, his voice measured, eyes flicking to meet yours with a touch of amusement. "Only those who understand true discipline can taste its essence."

You took a bite, tasting the interplay of flavors, each bold yet balanced. You savored the seabass, its delicate flakiness contrasting with the earthy, nutty richness of the forbidden rice. The edible flowers added a surprising freshness, and as you chewed, you could almost sense the culinary dance between chaos and order. It reminded you of the delicate balances you navigated in your own life—the moments of peace interspersed with unexpected turbulence.

As you swallowed, you met Hannibal Jr.’s gaze, a spark of shared understanding igniting in the air between you. "It is exquisite," you said, your voice steady. "The seabass is so tender, and the rice—it feels almost grounding. It’s like you’ve captured the struggle for balance in each bite."

A hint of amusement flickered across Hannibal Jr.'s face, a rare break from his typically stoic demeanor. "Exactly," he replied, leaning slightly closer. "Life often presents us with chaos. Finding harmony amid the storm is a skill few master." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing. "What is harmony to you, if I may ask ?"

You pondered for a moment, considering the whirlwind of experiences that had shaped you. "Harmony is…finding peace within myself, despite the chaos surrounding me. It’s about understanding my emotions and accepting them, even the darker parts."

His eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity piqued. "The darker parts," he echoed, as if he were unearthing a hidden layer within you. "That is where the true essence of one’s character resides."

His intensity was captivating, and you couldn’t help but feel the connection deepen. "Yes," you replied, emboldened by the attention. "It’s easy to shy away from them, but embracing those parts allows me to understand others better, too. We all have our shadows."

Hannibal Jr. nodded slowly, his expression contemplative. "Then perhaps we are more alike than I initially believed." He stepped back slightly, letting the moment linger before gesturing toward the next course. "I hope you find the next dish equally revealing."

As he turned to return to the kitchen, you felt a warmth bloom within you, a connection forming through shared understanding. You couldn’t shake the feeling that the dinner was leading you toward something deeper, a reflection of not only their culinary mastery but also the intricate dynamics of this rather complex and peculiar family.

Third Course: "Elegance of Restraint"

Morgan entered with silent confidence, holding a dish as precise and striking as the man himself. He presented a small plate with beautifully seared scallops resting on a bed of black truffle puree, garnished with an edible gold leaf and thin shavings of white truffle. The aroma was decadent, and the elegance was undeniable, capturing both subtlety and indulgence.

"This course is called ‘Elegance of Restraint,’" Morgan explained, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of intensity. "It is a study in balance—of richness and restraint, pleasure and patience."

His eyes held yours as you took your first bite, savoring the pure umami of the scallop against the earthy richness of the truffle. The complexity of flavors unfolded with each bite, revealing more depth as you lingered on the taste. Morgan watched you with an intensity that was impossible to ignore, his expression briefly softening as he noted your appreciation.

"This is a dish that requires…an understanding of subtlety," he continued quietly. "Not everyone grasps its intention."

As you savored the final bite of Morgan’s scallops, the room fell into a contemplative hush, the atmosphere thick with unspoken thoughts and emotions. The dish lingered on your palate, rich and complex, evoking a sense of luxury that felt both inviting and intimidating. You could sense the weight of Morgan’s gaze as he studied your reaction, his intensity drawing you in, making you feel both seen and scrutinised.

"This is…incredible," you finally managed, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. "The scallops are perfectly cooked, and the truffle puree adds a whole new level of richness. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever tasted." You paused, your mind racing with the deeper implications of the meal. "It’s a reminder that sometimes, the most indulgent experiences come from understanding restraint."

Morgan’s lips curled into a slight smile, a flicker of warmth crossing his otherwise stoic face. "Precisely. It’s about knowing when to hold back and when to fully embrace the experience." He tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Restraint, like many things, is often misunderstood. People equate it with denial when it can, in fact, be an exploration of desire."

You nodded, absorbing his words. "That makes sense. Restraint can enhance enjoyment, almost like creating a tension that makes the release more satisfying."

"Exactly," Morgan said, his tone encouraging. "Few appreciate that balance. They rush to excess without realizing the beauty that can be found in moderation." He paused, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "It’s a lesson that extends beyond the plate, you know."

The implications of his words hung in the air, and you could sense that this dinner was more than a culinary experience; it was a shared journey into the intricacies of the human experience. Morgan’s passion for food mirrored a deeper understanding of life and its challenges, and you found yourself drawn to his quiet intensity.

As he prepared to leave, you dared to ask, "Do you believe restraint is a form of strength ?"

Morgan regarded you thoughtfully, his gaze unwavering. "Strength, perhaps, lies in the ability to choose when to exercise restraint and when to indulge. It’s a delicate dance, and those who master it often find themselves in tune with both themselves and those around them." He gave you a small nod, as if sealing a bond formed through shared insight. "You have a keen understanding of this."

With that, he stepped back, allowing you a moment to reflect on his words. As the night progressed, you couldn’t shake the feeling that each dish was a piece of the Lecter family’s psyche, a glimpse into their intricacies and passions. They were not just chefs; they were artists, weaving complex narratives through their culinary creations.

As you glanced around the table, you caught the eyes of each family member in turn. Hannibal Sr. had an air of refined authority, Hannibal Jr. held a quiet strength, and Morgan exuded a confidence that was both alluring and intimidating. You realized that each interaction was leading you deeper into their world—a world that, while dark and complex, held an undeniable allure.

The dinner was not just a meal; it was an invitation to explore the depths of the Lecter family, to understand their motivations, their struggles, and perhaps, their desires. You felt a sense of excitement bubbling within you as you wondered what revelations awaited you in the courses yet to come.

Fourth Course: "Rebellion’s Flame"

The third course arrived with Kevin, who carried the plate with a slightly defiant smile. His dish was unique: fire-grilled venison accompanied by roasted wild mushrooms and a spicy reduction. Kevin set it down, leaning in slightly.

"I call this ‘Rebellion’s Flame,’" he said, voice carrying a hint of mischief, "because, well, rules were made to be broken, right ?"

His eyes lingered on you as he spoke, as though daring you to question his choice. You took a bite, feeling the intensity of the spice, a burst of heat that made the subtle smokiness all the more satisfying. It was bold, provocative, a perfect reflection of Kevin himself. He grinned as you took another bite, visibly pleased with your appreciation. As you savored the flavors of Kevin’s dish, the rich taste of fire-grilled venison mingled with the earthy essence of the roasted wild mushrooms. The spicy reduction added a tantalizing kick, igniting your taste buds with each bite. It was daring and unapologetic, much like Kevin himself, and you couldn’t help but admire his confidence in presenting such a robust dish.

"Rebellion’s Flame, huh ?" you said, looking up at him with an amused smile. "I can definitely taste the spirit behind it. The spices are fierce, but they’re balanced by the venison’s richness. It’s like you’re challenging the palate to keep up."

Kevin’s grin widened, a spark of pride flickering in his eyes. "Exactly ! Life’s too short to play it safe, right ? Besides, who wants to eat something boring ?" He leaned against the table, clearly enjoying the attention. "I figured if I’m going to stand out, I might as well go all in."

As you continued to eat, you felt a rush of energy emanating from him, a palpable excitement that was infectious. It was hard to ignore the playful challenge behind his demeanor, the way he seemed to push against the expectations surrounding him. The vibrant flavors of the dish were a perfect reflection of his personality—wild, bold, and unapologetic.

Kevin took a step closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “I thought about making it sweeter, but that just wouldn’t fit the vibe. You gotta embrace the chaos, you know ? Life is messy, and sometimes the best experiences come from a little spice." He glanced at you, his playful bravado softening slightly. "What do you think ? Does it speak to you ?"

You nodded, intrigued by his perspective. "It does. It’s a reminder that sometimes, breaking the rules leads to the most exciting moments. It’s almost like this dish encourages people to step outside their comfort zones."

"Exactly !" Kevin exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious. "You get it ! I was worried the others would think it’s too much, but you…you understand the fire behind it." His eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and mischief, as if he saw in you a kindred spirit who shared his zest for life.

As you finished the last bite, you felt a rush of exhilaration. "You’ve definitely left your mark with this one, Kevin. I can see why you’d want to make a statement. It’s not just a meal; it’s an experience."

With a triumphant grin, Kevin raised his glass in a mock toast. "To rebellion, then! And to those who aren’t afraid to embrace it."

You clinked your glass against his, both of you sharing a moment that felt charged with unspoken possibilities. It was in that instant that you realized Kevin was more than just the fiery chef; he was a reflection of a life unafraid to challenge norms and take risks. You found yourself increasingly drawn to his passion, eager to explore the layers beneath his brash exterior.

As the evening progressed, you could feel the tension building in the room. Each dish had been a glimpse into the Lecter family’s essence, a narrative woven through food. You felt an undeniable connection with each member, and the night promised to reveal even more about the intricate dynamics at play. What lay ahead felt like an exploration into uncharted territory, with each course drawing you deeper into the heart of the family.

Fifth Course: "Innocence and Obsession"

The fourth dish was presented by Peter, his hands trembling slightly as he placed a delicate dessert before you—a custard with a soft pink glaze, adorned with edible flowers and a drizzle of honey. His gaze darted nervously from the dish to you, and he finally looked down, cheeks flushing.

"This one’s called ‘Innocence and Obsession,’” Peter murmured. "It’s meant to be delicate… fragile, like…like things we cherish."

As you took in the beauty of the dessert Peter had prepared, you couldn't help but be captivated by the way the soft pink glaze glistened under the warm lighting of the dining room. The custard itself was delicate, each spoonful melting in your mouth like a whispered secret. Its sweetness lingered, dancing on your palate, while the subtle floral notes unfolded like the petals of the edible flowers adorning the plate.

He hesitated, watching your expression with cautious hope as you took a bite. The custard was smooth and sweet, with a subtle floral note that was gentle yet profound. Peter’s nervous smile widened as you savored each bite, clearly relieved that you enjoyed it.

The custard melted on your tongue, its creamy texture enveloping you in a soothing embrace. It was sweet, yet the floral notes were subtle, reminiscent of the fleeting beauty of spring blossoms. You could feel the care and thought he poured into creating this dish, and it made you smile.

But it was the cherry coulis at the center that truly captured your attention. As you dug deeper, the rich, tart flavor burst forth, starkly contrasting the sweetness of the custard. At the center of the dessert now lay a bright, vibrant cherry coulis, a vivid red against the soft pink of the custard. It was bold, vibrant, and utterly intoxicating—a perfect representation of obsession. It glistened like a drop of passion, teasing the edges of the dessert. It was as if Peter had crafted a narrative with each layer of flavor, juxtaposing innocence with the complexity of desire.

Peter’s gaze flicked to yours, watching intently as you experienced the dish. He seemed to hold his breath, his nervousness palpable. When your expression shifted to one of delight, his relief was immediate, and a shy smile broke across his face. "You like it ?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that speaking too loudly might shatter the moment.

"It’s amazing, Peter," you replied, your eyes sparkling. "The way the flavors blend is just perfect. The custard feels so innocent and sweet, but that coulis…it adds a depth that’s so captivating. It feels like the loss of innocence."

His cheeks flushed a deeper shade, and he shifted on his feet, a mix of pride and shyness washing over him. "I wanted it to feel like… like there’s more to it than meets the eye," he said, his voice gaining a hint of confidence. "Innocence can be beautiful, but obsession can twist it into something dark."

You nodded, feeling a rush of understanding. "It’s like a reminder that what we cherish can also consume us if we’re not careful. You’ve captured that beautifully."

Peter beamed at your response, his nervousness slowly fading. "I’m glad you see it that way," he said, stepping a little closer. "I guess I wanted to show that fragility can be strong, too. Sometimes things that look innocent can hide something deeper." His expression shifted, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. "Like how we can all be more than what we seem."

The moment lingered, a shared understanding blossoming between you. You realized that, despite his quiet demeanor, Peter was grappling with his own complexities, reflecting the themes woven into his dessert. There was an innocence to him, yes, but also a depth that hinted at the underlying darkness of the world around him.

As you continued to savor the custard, you couldn’t help but notice how each course had drawn you closer to the heart of the Lecter family. Each dish revealed not just culinary skill but also the intricate dance of love, ambition, and the shadows that lingered beneath their lives. The evening was not merely about food; it was an exploration of identity and the ties that bound them all together, each flavor a testament to their struggles and triumphs.

As you finished the dessert, Peter’s gaze remained fixed on you, the tension in the air palpable. In that moment, you felt a deep sense of connection, an understanding that transcended words. You could sense the shared burdens, the hidden desires, and the underlying fears that had brought you all to this table. It was a night of revelations, one that promised to linger long after the last course had been served.

As each course passed, you felt a deeper understanding of each family member—their ambitions, their complexities, and, perhaps, the darkness that lay behind each of their creations…

Final Course: "Acceptance of Fate"

The final course approached with an air of anticipation. Hannibal Sr. stepped forward, his presence commanding and composed, holding a dessert that exuded an aura of sophistication and depth. The dish was an artistic masterpiece, a dark chocolate mousse adorned with a delicate feather of spun sugar and a dusting of cocoa powder. It was accompanied by a small pool of rich, berry compote that shimmered enticingly against the stark contrast of the chocolate.

"This is called ‘Acceptance of Fate,’" Hannibal Sr. announced, his voice smooth and melodic. "It represents the inevitable choices we face and the acceptance that follows. The bittersweet nature of chocolate mirrors our struggles in reconciling with what we cannot change."

He set the plate before you with careful precision, his gaze piercing yet thoughtful. There was a chilling note to his words, one that felt more personal than any lecture on food. He held your gaze, unflinching, as if daring you to turn away. Yet you didn’t. Instead, you took a deliberate bite of the dish, savoring its depth, its intensity, the richness that seemed to echo all the words he’d left unspoken. The dessert was both luxurious and foreboding, a fitting culmination of the evening’s exploration of deeper themes, the rich chocolate enveloping your senses as you tasted the velvety mousse, which melted effortlessly on your tongue.

As the flavors unfolded, the depth of the chocolate was complemented by the vibrant tang of the berry compote, creating a beautiful contrast that echoed the complexity of acceptance. With each spoonful, you felt the interplay of light and dark—the sweetness tempered by the richness of the chocolate, a poignant reminder that life was often a blend of both.

Hannibal Sr.’s eyes remained fixed on you, watching intently as you savored the dessert. "What do you think ?" he inquired, an almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips.

"It’s incredible," you replied, your voice steady despite the weight of the moment. "It captures the essence of acceptance perfectly. The chocolate is rich and intense, but the berries add a freshness that feels like hope. It’s like embracing both sides of a choice."

"Precisely," he said, nodding with approval. "The acceptance of fate requires us to acknowledge the darkness within ourselves while also embracing the light. It’s a lesson we must learn, and one that flavors our existence."

The atmosphere shifted slightly, a weightiness settling over the table as the meaning of the dish sank in. It felt like a culmination of everything you had experienced that night—a recognition of the complexity of life, love, and the inherent darkness that often lurked beneath the surface.

As you continued to savor the dessert, you couldn’t help but notice how each member of the Lecter family watched you with a mix of hope and trepidation, their own struggles reflected in your understanding of their culinary expressions. The dessert was not just a dish; it was a narrative of their lives, a representation of the acceptance they sought within themselves and among one another.

With the last bite, you placed your spoon down, feeling a sense of completion wash over you. "Thank you," you said, looking around the table at the faces of those who had shared this exquisite experience with you. "Each dish has told a story, and I’m grateful for the chance to have experienced each one."

They all smiled at you and bowed slightly in return to your valuable praise.

As the last course was cleared away however, a strange tension began to fill the air. You sensed a shift among the Lecters, an unspoken understanding passing between them. The other guests, seemingly oblivious to the weight of the atmosphere, continued their conversations, still caught up in the evening’s extravagant presentation.

Suddenly, Hannibal Jr. stepped forward, his expression serious yet composed. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you would follow me, we have prepared a special surprise for you in another room," he announced, his voice calm but firm.

Curiosity sparked in your mind as the other guests exchanged excited glances, but a slight frown graced your features as you were told to wait behind. You were about to voice your complaint when Hannibal Sr. gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "You are to remain here," he instructed, his tone brooking no argument.

"But I want to—" you started, but he shook his head, silencing you with a look before going with Hannibal Jr, followed by the three brothers. The guests followed them, their chatter fading as they moved into the other room. A sense of unease settled in your stomach, but you didn’t want to seem ungrateful for the hospitality you had just experienced. Instead, you forced a smile and waited patiently.

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, the door to the other room creaked open, and Hannibal Sr. stepped back into the dining area, his white shirt stained dark with crimson. The sight sent a shiver down your spine, your heart racing as you took a step back, but then the other family members followed suit, each bearing their own marks of…victory.

"Congratulations," Hannibal Sr. said, his voice smooth as silk, yet it held an edge of something darker. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, but it was a smile that sent chills through you. "You are the lucky winner of this evening’s culinary experience."

"What do you mean ?" you asked, dread pooling in your stomach. "What happened in there ?"

"Your fellow guests were unable to appreciate the artistry we offered," Hannibal Jr. explained, wiping his hands on a napkin that was a shade too red for cherry filling. "They lacked the refinement to grasp the deeper meanings behind our dishes."

Kevin chuckled, his earlier mischief replaced with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "They didn’t deserve the chance to enjoy the real surprise," he added, leaning closer, his expression almost playful. "But you…you understand, don’t you ?"

Morgan stood beside Kevin, his demeanour more serious. "You have a refined palate, and you see the beauty in our craft," he said with a smile. "That makes you too valuable to waste."

You felt a chill run through you as the realization hit. "Valuable ?" you echoed, trying to maintain your composure despite the growing sense of dread.

Hannibal Sr. stepped forward again, his gaze intense. "You have been chosen as the survivor, my dear. This evening was a test, and you passed with flying colors. You grasped the significance of our meals, the complexity of our family, and now…",His smile widened, an unsettling warmth to it. "Now, you have a place among us."

"No," you said, shaking your head, disbelief coursing through your veins. "I don’t want this. I just wanted to enjoy a nice meal."

"Ah, but you see, love," Hannibal Jr. interjected, stepping beside Hannibal Sr. "It’s not about what you want. It’s about what you’re destined for."

The weight of their words hung in the air, and your heart raced as you took a step back. You looked at each of their faces, the mixture of pride and something darker in their eyes sending your mind reeling. You had been swept into a world you hadn’t anticipated, and now there was no turning back.

"You are part of our family now," Hannibal Sr. continued, the sincerity in his voice contrasting sharply with the horror of the situation. "And we will ensure you understand the true beauty of what we do. You will learn, and you will flourish."

You took another step back, shaking your head, but the firm gazes of the Lecters held you in place. It was clear that there was no escaping this; you were ensnared in their web.

And as you stood there, the full realization crashed over you like a wave: you had tasted more than just their culinary artistry tonight. You had stepped into the depths of their world—a world where appreciation and horror intertwined, and you had been chosen to walk the line between them. As the reality of your situation sank deeper into your bones, your instincts kicked in. You needed to escape, to reach out to someone who could help. Desperate, you fumbled for your phone, your heart racing. But as your hand brushed against the empty space where your purse had been, a cold wave of panic washed over you.

"Where’s my purse ?" you blurted out, your voice laced with urgency.

Peter's cheeks flushed as he stepped back slightly, a guilty look flashing across his face. "I, um…" he stammered, avoiding your gaze. It was then that you realized the truth—he had taken your purse while you were preoccupied with the escalating situation.

Hannibal Sr.’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with a predator’s delight. "Oh, dear. Did you think we would let you leave without our careful consideration ?" he mused, his tone playful yet ominous. "Peter was merely ensuring you wouldn’t be distracted by… unnecessary belongings."

"Give it back !" you demanded, your voice rising, a mix of anger and fear coursing through you. The weight of the situation pressed down, and your heart pounded as you realized the extent of their control over you.

"Now, now," Hannibal Jr. interjected, his voice calm but firm. "We do not want to keep you imprisoned here forever, but we must establish trust. This is a new beginning for you, and it requires certain sacrifices.”

Kevin stepped forward, a teasing grin on his face. "Besides, what would you need your phone for ? To call for help ? We’ve made it clear you’re part of our family now," he said, his tone almost mocking.

You took a step back, feeling cornered by their insistence and the gravity of the situation. "This isn’t right," you protested, glancing at each of them, trying to find a crack in their facade. "You can’t just take my things and expect me to accept this !"

Hannibal Sr. tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Acceptance comes in many forms, my dear. You are free to leave, of course. But only after you’ve truly understood what it means to be part of our world," he replied smoothly. "And trust me, that understanding will be far more valuable than any phone call."

Peter, shifting uncomfortably under your gaze, finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t mean to—I just thought you might be…safer this way."

"Safer ?" you echoed incredulously. "You think keeping me here against my will, without my things, is going to make me feel safe ?"

Morgan stepped closer, his demeanor surprisingly gentle despite the situation. "You’ll see, once you embrace what we offer, you’ll feel safer than ever before," he assured you. "We’re family, after all. Family protects one another."

A tightness formed in your throat as you looked from Morgan to Kevin to Peter to Hannibal Jr., and finally to Hannibal Sr., who watched you with a mix of amusement and something darker. You felt trapped in their gaze, their intentions hidden behind layers of charm and danger.

"I don’t want this," you murmured, the weight of despair settling in. But deep down, you realized it was too late. You were already entangled in their web, and whether you liked it or not, you would have to navigate this new reality they had crafted for you.

"Would you like to know more about your new family, or would you rather remain in the dark ?" Hannibal Sr. asked, his voice smooth, almost soothing. The question hung in the air, thick with tension and unspoken promises.

As you stood there, your heart racing and your mind racing with thoughts of escape, the Lecters surrounded you, each one a thread woven tightly into the tapestry of your fate…You knew there was only one way out. No matter how sickening and twisted it was.

You held back tears and forced a smile on your face.

"…Lead the way."