#COMPLETELY HONEST INDIVIDUAL SPEAKING HERE!!!!!!

[mosaic-hunter]

until i find how it fits really well, i will NOT BELIEVE YOU!!!! LEE!!!!

IM NOT. MY NAME IS NOT LEE

[maliro-t]

as a bona fide vaxleth lover i am more confused than ever about how they are portrayed on the animated series i'm not gonna lie 😭

[femmefatalevibe]

25 Life Lessons I've Learned In 25 Years

In honor of turning 25 this month, here are some lessons I wish someone could've baked into my brain by 18. Hope this helps xx

Putting yourself first is not selfish, it is an act of self-care. Actively discounting others is not the same as protecting your peace.

Pay attention to who gossips and keeps to themselves amidst an interpersonal conflict. Insecure people or those in the wrong will speak the loudest and go on the longest in a fight to prove their innocence. Individuals who are self-assured and comfortable with the truth know it's better to communicate their feelings appropriately and then move past it. Confidence is assertive, tactful, and relatively silent.

If you want to know who to believe in an argument, pay attention to how both sides speak about the conflict. The perpetrator will often speak about the individuals' character/morality while the victim will explain their personal experience in the context of the relevant situation.

Display empathy and consideration, but don't live to satisfy others' emotional needs and expectations. Say farewell to anyone who dismisses or guilts you for your own needs, emotions, priorities/life goals & aspirations.

Your needs matter. No one needs to approve or validate your desires. If someone feels they have control over you or tries to persuade you to change your mind to ensure you put their emotions and needs first, cut them out of your life. They do not care about you.

Almost no one deserves insider access into your life and mind. Upholding your right to privacy – especially regarding your finances, dating life, health conditions/concerns, and long-term goals – is the simplest way to protect your peace.

A friend to all is a friend to none. Be wary of those who will not stand up for you behind closed doors. These people do not care about you, they care about what your place in their life does for them and their ego.

Be radically honest and accepting of who you are. Don't apologize for your preferences, aspirations, and values. You deserve to live in a way that makes you happy, not to appease others in hopes of their approval or future favors due to your karmic good deeds.

You deserve happiness, love, and nice things, life experiences, relationships, and opportunities in your life regardless of what others may or may not possess/ be able to experience. Dispel this scarcity mindset ASAP. Jealousy and internalized shame are destructive to your self-esteem and all your relationships.

You are worthy and offer many incredible, unique gifts to the world. Don't allow naysayers, critics, or bullies (of any age) to dim your light or sacrifice pursuing your dreams. Decide you're the leader of your own life. Then act accordingly.

Direct communication is always the way. Remain tactful, but at least when dealing with non-manipulative people, always say what you mean and mean what you say. It will save a lot of trouble and petty disagreements that could've been avoided with clearer communication.

You don't owe anyone an explanation for your feelings, emotions, and actions that don't have a direct, inescapable impact on someone else. "No" is a complete sentence.

Approach conversations as a meeting of the minds. Healthy debate or conflict is about seeking to understand the other person, not prove yourself right. Leaving your ego at the door will allow you to expand your mind and avoid many unnecessary conflicts or arguments.

If it's not a hell yes, it's a no. For a job, date, sex, attendance at a time-sucking social event, family gatherings, an informal meeting not essential for you to keep your job, a wedding, birthday party, holiday invitation, etc. Outside of your contracted hours and time necessary to keep yourself/your home clean & well-maintained, you should spend your time exactly as you please. Doing things you don't want to do will only breed resentment down the line toward yourself and others.

Detangle yourself from any who refuses to self-reflect and take accountability. This person is selfish and will never see you as fully human with emotions, needs, and a complete life/internal world of your own. Cut them out (or at least fully emotionally detach and limit contact with them) immediately.

Speak your truth, but always say a little less than you feel necessary. Overexplaning and oversharing do you no favors. At a minimum, this approach allows you to protect your peace. In the worst circumstances, this tactic can also save you from a lot of trouble in your personal or professional life.

Learn to ask for a little more than you're comfortable with, but do so with grace, tact, and confidence. Whether it's a salary/rate negotiation, flight/hotel/restaurant accommodations, get in the habit of making that slightly higher/up-leveled request like you're expecting a "yes." You can't get something you don't ask for, so speak up and show you know your worth. This habit can bring a lot of great opportunity into your life and builds up your confidence.

Everyone is on their own timeline and path. Don't compare yourself to others' credentials, job titles, relationship status, net worths, or jean sizes. Comparison is truly the thief of joy. Remaining envious of others only takes up the energy that could otherwise be used to elevate or enrich your life.

Become clear on your priorities, and remain diligent with your habits & routines. Set SMART goals. Implement healthy habits and rituals into your daily lifestyle. Be consistent with goal-supporting and wellness rituals (generous sleep schedule, healthful eating habits, daily movement/regular exercise, reading, task time-blocking, cleaning, and life/work admin schedule), so they become second nature. Help yourself by creating these default habits to ensure your brain is wired for success whether you're in an easygoing era or a stressful life season.

Stop seeing other people (especially other women) as your competition in your profession/dating life and within your platonic relationships. Use your immediate criticisms as a tool for self-reflection. Actively deconstruct the patriarchy in every aspect of your life. Other women coworkers, dating prospects, and friends are not your rivals nor individuals who should be evaluated based on their assertiveness, sexual history/appeal, relationship status, or desire to perform traditional maternal/domestic roles.

Understanding how to interact with others in a cordial, tactful manner is significantly more important than having everyone like you. Learn how to positively influence people without seeking approval. What other people think of us is none of our business. All we can do is show up as the best version of ourselves, and remain optimistic about a potential connection.

Acceptance, accountability, and consistent discipline are the holy trinity to creating a sustainable change that you can maintain for the long haul. There's no shame in starting from the bottom, but you need to be honest about where you're at, so you can create a realistic game plan/small behavior-changing habits that stack up over time to help you implement the radical change you're craving.

Let go of any internalized shame. Being the "good girl" does you no favors in life. Set a standard and expectation to be respected, not to be perceived as "innocent" or submissive – this is how you get taken advantage of in professional, platonic, and intimate relationships. Remain ravenous for respect. It's the only way to live life to the fullest.

24. Investing in your appearance is a form of self-respect. Wanting to look & feel your best and present yourself in the best light possible to others is not a superficial pursuit. Remain unwavering about your hygiene/beauty/grooming routines, deliberate styling choices, healthy eating & workout habits, and mindfulness of social graces. You're your #1 publicist, so act like it. Life is all about embracing satisfaction with a sprinkle of reputation management.

25. Be unapologetic about your financial ambitions, priorities, investments, savings goals, etc. Financial freedom IS freedom. The only way to change the system is to break it from the inside out. Leverage is everything. Allocate, and assert your (financial) power wisely.

[neptuneschldd]

☀️ Small Astro Observations P.1☀️

Hi! You can call me Neptune, this isn’t my first time posting about astrology but heres a couple small takes on some observations of mine.

☀︎ People say Cancers are “babies” ans “innocent”, however they are the COMPLETE opposite; Esp. when mixed air and scorpio placements, some of the most hilariously ruthless and honest people.

☀︎ Libra and Taurus women are usually really concerned with their health and environment, they may want to lead a more cleaner life.

☀︎ Before maturing 1H placement individuals may be very insecure, however as they get older they tend to work on themselves and their confidence a lot more.

☀︎ People with pisces mixed with 8H placements are more likely to be secretive and paranoid of other people.

☀︎ Speaking of the 8H; Individuals with Leo/Aries/Venusian/Aquarius placements with 8H placements tend to have to keep their hobbies and aspirations a secret, and these people tend to move in silence a lot and suddenly pop out into the spotlight in the future.

☀︎ 12H/8H Suns are the most resilient people I know, these people go through so much more than other people know about, they’re often even misunderstood but they seem to have a “it is what it is” kind if approach to it all.

☀︎ Moon-Saturn Individuals have decent control over their emotions unless influenced otherwise. Especially positive aspects, these people are the type you rarely or never ever see upset.

☀︎ Venus/Neptune hard aspects have people that assume and spread rumors about them a lot, people like to assume a lot about their personality.

☀︎ For people with 11H/8H/6H, Virgo, Sagittarius placements, how often do you ghost people in life?

- Neptune. ☀︎

[nayatarot777]

how do you come across to others (first impressions)?

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pile one 🥪

cards: the world, 7 of swords, 10 of swords, 9 of coins, page of wands

people view you as someone who’s very complete within themselves and someone who’s a very well-rounded individual. people feel as though you’re one of the good people within the world who are actually genuine about their kindness and nice gestures/words to people. many people with trust issues seem to be able to trust you a little easier than others and you challenge their self-limiting beliefs. particularly their insecurities and things that they worry about regarding themselves. you restore their self esteem by picking up on certain attributes of their personality and their mindset specifically. which is something that they don’t experience often. you seem to be able to see through the bs. the bs being their ego in these first interactions. you have a very sly way of calling certain things out - mainly things that you don’t agree with and when you do, it’s backed up by logic. this seems to be a juxtaposition to what people see upon the very first instance that people meet you. from the outside, you seem to be very kind, sweet, nurturing (so people assume that you’re dumb), but if someone says something false or ignorant - morally wrong in your eyes - you have no problem in calling them out. you’re the person who says what everyone in the room wants to say but won’t say due to fear of conflict. you’re assertive in many different ways but “submissive”-seeming too. that’s why i’m feeling like many people may not trust that what you show is everything to you. there must be more submissiveness but most of all more assertiveness that you’re not showing too. and people are interested by that. obsessed by that even. a lot of you guys have to deal with people challenging you as a power play in situations. even people who you’ve never met in your life. and this is because you have a mix of feminine and masculine energy that is perfectly blended. you can’t see where it starts or where it ends. and that makes people highly intrigued but scared too. you could experience a lot of runner and chaser dynamics in your relationships - not just romantic. a lot of you may have pluto or lilith (maybe even uranus too) conjunctions to your ascendant in your birth chart - but with the planet/asteroid just before the ascendant, resting at the end of the 12th house (in the placidus house system or the whole sign house system for early-degree ascendants). this results in the blending of the 1st house and 12th house energies within your birth chart, and describes how and why you are able to be chameleon-like and switch up in situations. as well as people’s curiosity about this as a result. you guys are definitely one of a kind types of people. no matter how basic you dress or feel like you look. your energy is always going to be felt by anyone and everyone that comes into contact with you.

pile two 🍤

i’m just gonna be honest - and i want you guys to believe it because it’s basically the overall energy of this reading - people believe that you have something that most other people want to have. this is a physical thing so it could be money, physical appearance (natural beauty and a natural appearance specifically), stability within self due to self esteem, etc. this is something that is shown in the physical realm though. people don’t have to speak to you to see it. it’s either in the way that you look or your mannerisms and the way that your energy influences the way that your world looks - whatever that may mean to you. You seem to be someone who is extremely emotionally fulfilled by small things throughout a conversation or throughout your day. small things seem to bring you genuine happiness. your energy feels rich and heavy - but comfortable to be in. i’m picking up on taurus energy with this pile. or you could have a second house stellium in your birth chart. it’s assumed that the type of happiness and confidence that you portray could only manifest in someone who has achieved a lot. therefore you’re seen as someone of value. “high value”. people can just look at you and know that something about you or your personality or mind is “rich”. and i’m not specifically talking monetary (although it could be). i’m seeing richness in terms of the quality of something. like rich-tasting chocolate or cake 😭. people see you as a whole snack, pile 2. i heard that people want to figuratively “sink their teeth” into your energy. that sounds creepyyyy. i’m not feeling creep energy from this (although you could experience that often too 🙃) but for the non-creepy people, they think about you in a “deep” way. they want to get to know you deeply before they even talk to you a lot of the time, so they think about you a lot. more than they usually would about someone. again, i’m feeling obsessive energy, and a lot of these people don’t even know why they feel this way. your natural appearance and natural beauty could draw people into you. even people who wouldn’t usually consider you their type. you got people thinking that you’re their soulmate and i’m picking up on Pisces energy from that heavily. dark energy in general tbh - all of the water signs, houses, and planets in astrology, so these could be significant in your chart. damn, pile 2. 😂

pile three 🍿

cards: fragmentation, fated to suffer, perchance to dream, addicted, bride in a cage

significant numbers: 27, 25, 28, 11, 21

hi, pile three. welcome to your reading :)

for some reason, i was told to use oracle cards for your pile (one of the darker oracle decks that i have).

i’m feeling like people view you as someone who has been through a lot, especially upon first impressions. you seem to obviously be struggling with something and that observation evokes different intentions out of people. some people view you as someone who they want to help and attempt to save, and the more ill-intentioned people view you as someone who’s easily lead astray and gullible. i heard “confusion” so you might look naive and always lost. there are many different sides to you - you have a dreamy temperament mixed with depressed? you just don’t seem very happy as a person, but even so there are childlike qualities that shine through in your conversations with people or your reactions to things. with how you perceive things and view the world. as well as how you communicate? something about your voice or the way that you speak is very childlike and endearing. your beauty also stands out to people but there’s a guardedness surrounding you. like you’re “off limits” to the people who are attracted to you. people view you as a prize of some sort, but a prize that they can’t have. the childlike aspects of your personality let’s people see into your kind nature a little bit, but it seems like you’re someone who prefers to always be alone and maintain a distance between you and others. others feel as though it’s basically impossible to get to you. unattainability is a huge aspect of what people think of you when they first meet you, so i’m assuming that many of you are pisces/neptune/12th house dominant people. there’s also an energy of addiction here, and i’m getting two different messages about this. either 1) people get addicted to your energy or 2) people seem to be able to pick up on an addiction that you have. particularly a drinking addiction for many of you. others of you have an addiction to keeping other people at bay, not letting anyone get close to you. throughout this whole reading, i’m seeing a lack of confidence. people are confused about what your insecurities are. your insecurities aren’t obvious to others but your low self esteem is. nobody can really tell what you have to be insecure about. which is why they can tell that you’ve experienced a lot of hardship. you seem to always be sleepy or tired. just out of it in some way as you go around your daily life. again, like a child. and it’s quite endearing, even after people realise that you’re someone who zones out a lot and has a lot on your mind. you’re put on a pedestal by other people, which is odd because a lot of people view you as very quiet and reserved. maybe a lot of you barely speak, but your energy speaks for itself. you’re seen as someone who’s clearly going through a lot or someone who has been through a lot, yet you still manage to stay very connected to your inner child. and for that, many people view you as someone who they want to help, nurture, and put back together. but again, there are others who want to take advantage of who they see. i feel like you guys do a good job of defending yourself from those types of people, but please stay safe.

[writingquestionsanswered]

Do you have any tips on making characters more plot relevant? I have characters that are important to the story because of who they are and their interactions, but when it comes to their page time or POV I struggle to make their side and individual story meaningful. I’ve been able to add more events that they deal with and add importance to their character, but I feel as if it’s too secondary. I won’t call them afterthoughts but they kind of are. I struggle with having character arcs and development that are a part of the main plot but don’t deal with it directly often.

Making Characters More Plot Relevant

If you have characters who are important to the story in terms of their relationships with other characters, and who you feel need to be a bigger part of the story, here are some things you can do to give them a stronger role in the plot:

1 - Give Them Agency in Main Plot Events - First and foremost, you want to make sure these characters have at least some bearing on what happens in the main plot. Each character should make decisions or take actions that directly affect the main plot, at least once in a while. They can even make decisions or take actions that initiate major plot events even if they're not involved in them.

2 - Create Subplots That Feed into the Main Plot - Can you think of any "side quests" (so-to-speak) that need to be carried out in order for the story to progress that these characters could do? For example, maybe your protagonist has to pull off a big heist in order to solve the story's external conflict, so they are gathering their team. Perhaps some of these characters could go on a "side quest" to locate one of the potential recruits.

3 - Create Main Plot Conflict for Them - Each of these characters should have their own internal conflicts and their own motivation for working toward the story's goal. Can you think of some way to create conflict for them between what they want and what actually needs to happen? For example, maybe they were trained in the dark arts and the reason they are with this heist group is because they left that life behind and no longer want to practice dark arts... but maybe their role in the heist will require them to use dark magic. How will they overcome this conflict?

4 - Utilize their Unique Skills or Knowledge - Consider giving some of these characters unique skills or knowledge that can be used in the fight toward resolving the conflict. So, in the case of the example heist story, maybe one of these characters is really good at creating forgeries. Or maybe another character has incredible stealth skills. By making their knowledge or skills invaluable to the "mission," you can give them more weight and make them invaluable to the plot.

5 - Consider Combining Characters or Reassigning Tasks - Quite often, if you're really honest with yourself, you can probably take some of these important-but-not-plot-relevant characters and combine them. In other words, if you have one character who is important because they're the protagonist's love interest, and you have another character who's important because they're a main character's sibling, is there some way you can combine this into one character? So that this character is both the protagonist's love interest and the main character's sibling? Another option would be to look at important tasks completed by other characters. Can any be reassigned to a character who needs something more important to do? Or could they play an important role in assisting that character with the task?

By utilizing some of the tips above, you should be able to give your characters more relevance in the plot.

Happy writing!

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[sukunasweetheart]

according to some fans sukuna could also be a r*pist.what's ur thought on that?

Tw: discussions of rape

Im guessing this is rooted from the moment where he asked about the women and children 😭 which is odd, because he literally said "it'll be a massacre!" right after... he had murderous intent, not lust. Or maybe women and children taste better!

I know if you look at my masterlist you'll see a couple of dubcon fics and its true i like dabbling into dark content with sukuna quite often, but canonically speaking, sukuna has never been portrayed as an inherently sexual individual.

He is quite the opposite in fact, he is a complete nerd for jujutsu, he values strength above all and i just don't see him being interested in raping someone...? Though i understand him committing atrocities and believing that the "weak" deserve to endure their own suffering has kind of led to people getting the idea that he wouldn't be opposed against raping someone but i really disagree with this idea

He has shown time and time again that he is completely uninterested in weak people, in fact, he doesn't even give them the time of his day - most of sukuna's victims have been killed off quite quickly and without him paying much attention to them at all, he simply doesn't care about those who don't match his bare minimum expectations.

And those that he does end up liking to some degree, people who have the power to give him a somewhat worthy fight, he does respect them in his own way, which is indicated by him learning their full name and being more responsive and engaged when he's fighting them. When he was fighting yorozu, she asked him to "wait!" even after they had started fighting, and i found it interesting that he actually stopped and heard her out before continuing the fight. Additionally we can see from uraume's relationship with him, he is also not keen to abuse them at all, in fact he is quite chill with them??

If sukuna is uninterested, he does not even bother looking at them twice. When he is interested in someone, he has shown he maintains a level of respect for them. In my opinion, it doesn't matter whether this interest is romantic or platonic, i think one can depict a lot about the other...

I definitely don't think he doesn't rape because he thinks its morally wrong or whatever, i feel like he just 1) lacks an inherent desire for sex (he is more infatuated with a person's strength and jujutsu) 2) he doesn't go out of his way to torment those weaker than him, he is just that disinterested in weak people 3) to people that he ends up liking to some extent, he respects.

Sukuna is a very sexualised character (i dont hate it, in fact i love it a lot 😍) which i think makes him more prone to easy misunderstandings that he is sexually impulsive as well, but gege has shown us its really not the case! (Yorozu came over with her whole pumpum out and he did not bat an eyelash)

Please take anything i say here with a grain of salt, i am obviously not gege akutami so i wouldnt dare to say i know sukuna inside and out, but this is just my honest thoughts on this question!

I won't completely rule out the idea that he may be a rapist, gege hasn't portrayed his past, we barely know anything about sukuna personally- but judging from what we already have canonically, i don't think he would be a rapist.

I know that in fanfics, almost anything is game and i really enjoy viewing sukuna from all kinds of angles and perspectives, i truly believe he is such an interesting and appealing character, i could also write up a whole essay about how flexible he is to write with, but this is already quite a lengthy response to a simple question so i will leave it here 😭

[nordleuchten]

Genuine Question: Was LaFayette truly a good person or has his portrayal in modern media simply served to romanticize him?

Dear Anon,

that is an interesting question to ponder, because it begs the question: What is good? Or what is bad, for that matter? I completely understand what you wanted to say but if we take the terms “good” and “bad” quite literally, we have to consider that people, now and then, are more nuanced then “good” and “bad”.

What I for example would consider as “good” in a person could be judged as “bad” by another person and it is difficult to speak in absolute terms when it comes to these matters. And you are absolutely right, La Fayette’s character has often been romanticized (and infantilized to be honest, but that is another topic for another day). The degree of romanticization is often dependent on the source material, its interpretation and the time when this interpretation was made.

La Fayette was a man who had his flaws and shortcomings – these were acknowledged by his contemporaries and also by himself, on occasions at least. Judging someone with a distance of roughly 200 years is challenging, especially if that person existed in a social system and a social class that no longer really exists in that form today.

So here is my take – I think La Fayette was a “good” man. He was a very affectionate father and grand-father, who absolutely doted on the children. Besides all his flaws as a husband, he deeply loved his wife and his letter after her death is truly heartbreaking! He was deeply invested in many social causes like women rights, (female) education, emancipation of enslaved individuals, religious freedom, reform of prisons and penal laws and a reform of government. He could not see all this causes through. He failed. He went about things the wrong way – but he very genuinely worked on these things and tried his best. Even his enemies respected him for his determination. He was very interested in personal glory and honour, to the point where people warned him and called him vain, but there was also always more to it. La Fayette had a good sense of humour. He was a resilient and loyal man who did not forgot when someone else did right by him.

La Fayette was very “human” and lived through times that allowed him to display both his strengths and his weaknesses. But there is only so much that we can assess about a person based on letters, wilted pages and stories. My understanding and perception of La Fayette changes continually with every new piece of information and while I tried to give as broad an insight as possible, I would advise you not to rely on my opinion (or anyone else’s) but to form your own judgement.

I hope you have/had a lovely day!

[rollinouttahere-writes]

May I request Ace with Y , X , S , N , M and A please?

The limit is 5, but since I already answered A and N in another post, I'll let it go lol

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Answered here.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes, Ace's darling absolutely gets special treatment in terms of how he behaves around them. Other people will definitely be able to see that he loves and adores you, but to them Ace just looks like a normal boyfriend. In general, he comes off like a pretty friendly and reasonable guy. No one would ever suspect his yandere side or how messy his emotions can get.

When he's alone with you, everything is more intense and raw. His confidence is largely gone and you see how uncertain he truly is in life. You are the only person that he'll fully confide in, so you'll know him much more intimately than anyone else could ever hope to. He isn't even this open and honest with Luffy.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Answered here.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His childhood and the issues that he's carried with him ever since those days are the reason he's like this. Even with his brothers around, he always had this gnawing loneliness from feeling like he was a uniquely evil individual because of who his father is. When your own grandfather can't even look you in the eye and tell you that you deserve to be alive, that is going to ruin your psyche. If you aren't worthy of life, obviously you aren't worthy of love.

But then he finds someone that loves him. Despite everything, his darling can love someone as monstrous as him? It doesn't matter if you haven't said it. Actions speak louder than words, so you being generally kind and loving when you two first meet is enough to have him feeling like he's found his soulmate. He's sure that he'll never get this lucky again, so of course he'll never let you go.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

This man worships the ground you walk on and cherishes the air you breathe. You're everything to him. You're a perfect angel that gives him the sweet comfort of someone to have and to hold, heart and soul. Someone that gives him something so precious only deserves the best treatment possible.

Before he takes you, he's pulling out all the stops to get you to come with him willingly. He'll be giving you gifts and bringing you on dates while only displaying his best qualities. Ace can be extremely endearing and charming, so there is a very high chance that you will initially be compliant with him. His darling being cooperative in the beginning is kind of crucial to him becoming yandere for you. If you reject him or get too harsh before he's completely fallen for you, it'll make his heart clam up and he won't form that intense connection.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It is not a long process. Two weeks tops. Ace falls hard and fast if his darling gives him what he craves. Their warm comfort makes his own flames feel cold by comparison, and he gets addicted quick. As soon as he feels like you've "accepted" him, your fate is sealed. You are coming with him whether you like it or not. Putting up a fight won't be enough to deter him once he's fallen for you. At that point, he feels like he needs you too much to back out now. He's hopeful that you'll come around and go back to your old self sooner or later.

[witchofthesouls]

AHHHH, I KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT!

Okay, I think the handling TFP/Aligned Orion Pax was weakened by the background inconsistencies that were supposed to ground his personality and motivations.

And that's why Orion Pax can come off as an asshole, weirdly tone deaf, or very naive, yet deep inside the revolution as a competent head.

It's as if the writers took so many cool things to prop up the guy, but let it compete with "How Orion Pax and Megatronus were Different" and made a mess.

And, depending on your view, it either was half-heartedly addressed or done masterfully.

Saltysaltdog did a really great analysis on Megatron's feelings of betrayal and humiliation of letting Orion Pax so close to everything, and it's found here: click

The biggest gripe I have with the whole thing with the characterization of Orion Pax is twofold: 1) the writers didn't leverage Orion Pax's unique, and let's be honest, precarious position, and 2) didn't expand deeper the fundamental differences that essentially broke Orion Pax and Megatron apart and started that catastrophic civil war.

The setup is there. Megatron and Orion Pax are distorted mirrors of each other. The major differences are driven by what was socially appropriate for them to consider as pathways.

The Cybertron that came to was deep in the grips of a well-established and well-entrenched caste system. In that kind of society, it isn't just money that decrees social mobility. The very hierarchy of the society is driven by cultural and religious norms on the "worthiness" of each group at various set levels. And from that "worth," it not only dictates the rights of the members in a caste but decrees the appropriate behavior and outlets as well as dictates how relationships between members of different castes are maintained.

So Orion Pax is a giant "FUCK YOU" to all of that. His very presence would have pissed off so many parties that isn't funny.

As in, I honestly believe he's alive because his initial seclusion from civilization had given him key skills and behaviors that saved his ass and Alpha Trion's personal care.

Yes. There would have been bullying. Yes. There would be complete resentment and hatred. Yes. There would have been social orstracism from his own colleagues.

Even individuals who are lumped with him as "caste climbers" or just sympathetic/pitying would have stayed away by the dangers of their own reputation being tainted.

"You're nothing but a bauble and an ornament. Merely a prized pet for Alpha Trion. One day, he'll lose interest, and that day, you'll go back to where you belong."

Orion Pax defied the appropriate ways of inclusion to their occupation and way of life. He doesn't have a frame or a specialized ability that's related to information. He has no achievements, no accolades, and doesn't even have a sponsored education from a prestigious university or any useful connections.

Orion Pax is both an outsider and a representative. He needs to be extremely mindful of everything: his words, his tone, his body language, his own work... are all subject to scrutiny.

(And it either shows his sneakiness that he's able to shake off all eyes when he descends down to the gladiatorial game, his ability to lie by omission or obfuscation, or his colleagues relief with him out of sight.)

That very grey area would have left deep impressions on him. It would explain his passiveness, the perceptiveness, the way he speaks, and the careful plans he quietly does by the sides in a need-to-know basis.

Violence can come in many forms. And in a world where your worth is tied to your caste, then Orion Pax should be deeply familiar with the various ways it can be soft, sweet, and utterly insidious. A velvet wrapped steel glove. A dagger from the shadows. A poisonous treat. A deal of bad faith. A betrayl from a kind face.

Remember: Ratchet went through the proper channels and with the appropriate frame to match his function. Of course, he has that shield against so many grievances and injustices as well as many prejudices that color his perceptions. Look at the differences in how he recounts the brotherhood between Megatronus and Orion Pax and the outcome of before the High Council.

Orion is both given privileges that Megatron and his cohort wouldn't have, but it's also a noose around his neck. He is severely handicapped by Alpha Trion's deliberate meddling to keep the reincarnated Thirteen/the Matrix's newest Prime nearby and simultaneously well-informed and in the dark.

Unlike the miner-turned-gladiator, Orion doesn't have that option for bloodsport. His too low-caste for the avenues of security by the high-caste, but too high-caste to partake in the low-caste culture. It's acceptable for them to be physically violent, to be in bloodsport, to solve their grievances with their fists.

It's vastly different to the complete ruination of an individual's life that Orion got thrown into the deep end: reputation, finances, personal and professional relationships, involuntary reformat... The power games of the higher-castes are completely different ball-game.

He's stuck with his own thoughts because there's no way he can voice doubts to Alpha Trion (the mech who gave him such a position, advice, and unrestricted access to the archives) nor to his colleagues (who either hate his guts or would sell the information because information is power and the Hall of Records is a major point of power).

Look at the people he attaches himself to. They're rather straightforward: Megatronus, Ratchet, Jazz, Bumblebee, Arcee...

He's drawn to their ease yet still holds himself in a certain degree of formality because that's how he managed to survive in a snake pit. And that's too deeply ingrained into him at that point. People read that negatively. Megatron once saw that but didn't understand what it truly meant. Megatron saw his willingness to give up so much and his privileges, but he didn't understand the extent of the scars that Orion mentally and emotionally has.

Ratchet would be one of the few that really perceives that. The medic may not fully understands but he keeps trying, and the war eventually breaks down the barriers.

It would make so much sense about his strange notions, why he doesn't allow Megatron explore "his" world, why he keeps everything to himself, why he relatively comfortable with others outside his "caste."

This guy would literally ruminate the entire work day (both legal and subversive) until he fell asleep after rechecking the locks 27365837 times so an assassin or unfortunate "pet" didn't come into his room.

This could explain why he basically highjacked the damn meeting. Orion Pax has unrestricted access to many records. He knows his history. He can read between the lines. His A-game was on, especially in this endeavor.

Was it a well-intentioned plan to draw fire to himself because he had Alpha Trion’s strange degree of protection compared to the others? Was it panic because he knew all the ways to kill a person until death was mercy? Was it Plan 27-b because he thought all the ways it could go wrong? Was it his well-honed instinct demanding him to divert and pacify, but careful with the words (soft and fluttering with hidden danger with what is unsaid) to keep avenues open because to have the Primacy bestowed upon them would be an honor and completely legitimized the movement? Did he see the noose closing around Megatron and couldn't bear witness to have it strangle him, too?!

There's so much going on here. It all hinges on cultural absorption and clashes and the meddling by an ancient fart of an oracle, and it's just so tragically fascinating.

[it-happened-one-fic]

The Strange Case of Dr. Jade and Mr. Floyd - Jade (Part 3)

Author Notes: This was an interesting chapter to write because Jade doesn't actually appear here. It's just Floyd and Reader. I really wanted that to happen though since I felt it was important. And even if he doesn't physically appear, Jade still seeped into the chapter so that was fun. Reader is gender-neutral and I hope you all enjoy!

Type: Gender neutral reader/ sfw/ sort of fluff/ romance implied/ platonic relationship/ kind of mafia AU/ some drama/ intrigue??

[Part One], [Part Two], [Part 3: You're Here!], [Part 4]

Word count: 1481

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood

I glanced over, feeling my eyebrows arch as I made eye contact with the tall young man who lingered in the shadows nearby my home. And, rationally speaking, I should have been far more concerned about his presence, but by now I was used to it.

He glanced over, his mismatched gaze that was so similar to Jade’s snagging on mine before a wide smile curved across his face, and he sauntered out into the open, “Heya Shrimpy~”

His words were all but cooed as I unlocked my door, humming my reply with a smile slipping onto my face despite the fact that I knew, perfectly well, he was under suspicion of numerous crimes.

“Did you get hurt again?” My voice was soft as I barely glanced his way, my gaze sweeping over him as I checked for anything obvious as he raised his shoulders in a devil-may-care sort of way.

“Not too bad, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to come by and get patched up,” His grin held no remorse, and I shook my head. Wondering, not for the first time, if I was doing the right thing.

Jade hadn’t answered my most important question earlier about if he was in danger. I’d planned to base my assumptions regarding Floyd’s activities on his response, but Jade’s statement that everything was ‘completely under control’ was hardly comforting.

But, in the same sentence, it felt wrong to not help Floyd. He’d never done anything to hurt me, and though his injuries were rather condemning when paired with the rumors that circulated about him, it didn’t feel quite right to judge him based on others statements.

I’d already seen how poorly people’s popular descriptions of Jade fell short of the full picture of the man himself.

I sighed slightly as I finished opening my door, stepping in and continuing to hold it open for Floyd, even though I knew that might not be the right decision as I glanced back at him once more, “Come on in then.”

At the very least I could warn him that Jade now knew what we’d met. 

I really didn’t know what that might mean for Floyd since I really didn’t know why he’d wanted to keep a secret from Jade. But at the very least I could tell him I’d failed on that front.

He sauntered in behind me, ever-relaxed as he plopped down in a chair and looked up at me, tilting his head in a way that caused the dark grey streak in his hair to swing wildly in front of his face, “Whatcha thinking about Shrimpy?”

I frowned slightly at his words, idly wondering if I was that easy to get a read on before I shook my head slightly, “Jade ended up finding out about us meeting.”

Floyd shrugged, half-rolling his eyes, “Took him long enough.” He paused, a grin weaving its way onto his face as he continued to look up at me, and I felt my eyebrows arch. Because, somehow, I wasn’t entirely surprised that he wasn’t bothered.

To be perfectly honest, Floyd struck me as a mercurial individual. What might bother him one day might not on another.

“Where are you hurt?” At my words, he obediently rolled up one sleeve and I all but frowned at the tiny scratch on his arm.

My eyes slowly met his again as I frowned, and he all but beamed at me as I questioned him exasperatedly, “Do you even need a band-aid?”

He outright grinned at me before rolling his sleeve back down, “Ya’ know, Shrimpy, there’s a saying, ‘Ask and ye shall receive.’”

I felt my brows furrow at his words, but in no way was I confused because his meaning was obvious. After dealing with Jade long enough, I could tell when he wasn’t necessarily talking about the matter at hand but something else entirely. And if I applied those same rules to Floyd, then I knew what he was saying. He was offering to let me in on whatever secret it was that he and his brother had. 

The only problem was, I wasn’t sure if I wanted in on that secret. 

Depending on what, exactly, that secret might be, it could be dangerous. Whether it really was ‘under control’ like Jade had said or not.

“You and your brother are playing a dangerous game, aren’t you?” I eyed Floyd closely, and, if anything, he looked pleased by my words in a way that was at odds with how Jade had shut down our conversation earlier.

I crossed my arms as I held his gaze, frowning at him, “If that is the case, then I don’t know that I should know everything.”

“I don’t know, Shrimpy. Curiosity might kill the cat, but satisfaction’ll bring it back,” I frowned even more at his words. A direct callback to my conversation with Jade.

Almost like he’d been there, or Jade himself had told him about it. And at this point, I was just about willing to believe either option.

I leaned forward though, eyeing him closely as I exhaled, “Fine then, are you and your brother in trouble?”

He giggled at my words, an almost raspy sound that had my eyebrows lifting as he spoke in a teasing voice, “You gonna help us if we are?”

I shook my head slightly, “I don’t know if that’s even possible. Jade said it was under control.”

Floyd’s gaze continued to hold mine in an almost playful fashion that should have made me far more wary than it actually did, “And, did you believe him?”

Believing Jade…That was yet another dangerous game in and of itself. But it was one that I might stray into playing if I didn’t watch it. 

Sometimes Jade was perfectly trustworthy, like how I could trust him to tease me. But believing him when I knew exactly how skilled he could be at lying just from having watched him interact with people….. That was another matter entirely.

I let out a slight huff, surrendering to my own spiraling thoughts regarding the dangers of Jade and my concerns about his safety as I met Floyd’s gaze, “Fine, what’s going on?”

Floyd’s grin only spread at my words as he sat back, his long limbs splayed as he stared at me, “Our family has a unique business with unique needs. Jade gets the info, and I keep folks off our backs.”

I frowned, my fingers digging into my knees slightly as I braced my arms against my legs, “And that’s how you get hurt?”

He nodded, and I inhaled, because that practically told me everything I needed to know. Jade got information of the sort that people were willing to injure others over.

“A unique business, huh?” The words were mumbled under my breath, but Floyd heard them. 

His face lit up, and he leaned forward, almost pressing his forehead to mine. Causing my eyes to widen even as he spoke in a hushed but excited tone, “It’s like this, ya see-”

“No, that’s fine,” I leaned back, holding my hand to stop him before he got started, but even despite his often moody nature, he didn't get upset when I interrupted him. Instead, he just grinned at me. Amused by the way I cut him off.

But I was positive now that whatever it was they were doing was definitely something dangerous. Something that could put me at-risk just by knowing about it.

Jade hadn’t just been being shady when he’d avoided the topic. In his own way, he’d been protecting me. Because curiosity really could kill the cat sometimes. Which really only brought up conversations about whether my writing off his playful behavior as him just being teasing had been foolish.

But then the idea of Jade being fond of me wasn’t an idea I was entirely ready to entertain. Not with everything I was having to deal with right now.

I met Floyd’s gaze for a final thought, pressing my lips together before I spoke, “I just want to know one more thing.”

He hummed, a perfectly musical sound that was at odds with his strange voice, and I swallowed, “Is Azul in on all of this?”

His lips parted in a grin that displayed his too-sharp teeth, almost like it was a warning in and of itself even as he answered, “Well, yeah. He has been the whole time.”

Floyd paused, seemingly reveling in my tense silence before he reached out, snapping the heavy atmosphere by patting me on the knee affectionately, “Don't worry though, Shrimpy. Jade can handle himself, and even if you do get in too deep, we’ll all look out for you.”

And as I held Floyd’s gaze, I didn’t know if his words were comforting or just made me worry. Because just how close was I to getting in too deep?

[firestorm09890]

On Wuthering Heights and Canto VI (complete)

wow.

move over “Call me Ishmael” line, this is the Canto that most resembles its source book. We’ve got direct quotes! We’ve got scenes playing out like the original, beat for beat! I’m so glad I read Wuthering Heights beforehand, because unlike the previous ones where it just enhanced the experience a little (or even left me unsatisfied that they didn’t adapt certain things), I can’t imagine what it might’ve been like to not know everything in the book.

It’s kind of uncanny, actually, the extent to which things are similar. At the end of part 2 I was thinking about how there could’ve been a universe where the events of the book continued to stay the same if not for Erlking Heathcliff learning about the alternate worlds, and hey, after looking at so many universes of Catherine and Heathcliff making each other miserable, Dante (*edit: I wrote Cathy here first. I forgot it was Dante who saw it) found one where they’re happy together, both as ghosts, which! Is just the end of real actual Wuthering Heights!

We continued to have canon divergence in that way of "what if [character] had done something different?" which is always my favorite, even if some of it was just visions into a timeline where things were different. What if Heathcliff recognized he was just as bad as Hindley when it came to Hareton? What if Heathcliff and Cathy hadn't gone to spy on Thrushcross Grange that night? What if Heathcliff had stayed to listen to the rest of what Cathy had to say?

It's a tragedy, and Erlking Heathcliff, and our Heathcliff, and every other Heathcliff believed that it was the type where he was doomed from the start, because of who he is, and nothing can change that. But Dante knew that no, actually, it's a tragedy because of the choices that were made, and they can't be changed now, but you can change, and that's how you change your fate.

Individual characters

Not surprised Hindley distorted. I think this one had a lot more hate within him than the original

RIP Isabella Linton, I mean Isabella Edgar. She found someone who wasn't Heathcliff and her brother STILL stopped talking to her, and ended up being used by Erlking Heathcliff anyway

Speaking of Linton (Edgar). I don't have much to say because if I'm being honest I don't like him very much and everything he said was kinda overshadowed by his absolutely disgusting death. Catherine saying he looked like a prince out of a fairytale is very interesting considering how much he looks like the Black Swan guys

I'm sad Josephine died. It makes narrative sense but it would’ve been funny if she outlasted everyone else just like in the book

Cathy! There's a lot to say about Cathy but I'm not sure I can be the one to do it. I like her. I'm glad she was fucked up and we got our "everyone sucks here, you're perfect for each other, never involve anyone else in your business" but of course other people are getting involved because this is fucking Wuthering Heights

SPEAKING OF GETTING INVOLVED! NELLY!! I'm sooo glad they gave her the unreliable narrator trait, and managed to put the whole "burning letters" thing in there too. I'm also glad that when she did inevitably betray the team, she stayed exactly the same in personality. It's like she said herself, the happy moments in the past were real. I hope she stops associating with Hermann and goes to do something else with her life. Imagine finding out that in every universe you're wrapped up in Heathcliff and Cathy's bullshit

no Hareton or Catherine II, but Catherine I and Heathcliff did a fine job breaking the cycle themselves, I think.

there's probably more things to say about the Erlking and the Wild Hunt but I'm so tired

[emo-trash101]

Guys I think I've developed an addiction to writing this series, but uhm, here's part 3 guys

Home is Where the Heart is

Pt 3

Daisuke x Male! Reader

Pronouns: Second person, implied male

Word count: 1k+

TW: People going insane, Jimmy, murder/death, general mouthwashing stuff, internalized homophobia (this is just generally for the whole series)

Day 54

It's been weeks since Daisuke had really talked to you.

You know it shouldn't be affecting you as much as it is. You hate him, and his stupid bright attitude. But right now, every single time you look at him and he offers a weak smile instead of his usual bright one, or him having just dry conversation instead of talking your ear off about some random thing you weren't paying attention to, well its making you feel sad?

It's almost as if you feel bad for treating him so terribly, and not giving him the time of day. Surely he wasn't being so kind to try and piss you off, so why did you hate him so bad?

These were all questions that had been racing through your head for at least the last week. And it's not like you've had jobs that require quieting the voices in your head. Ever since you spilled that dumb bottle of disinfectant, Anya has been having you just taking inventory, over and over again, almost passive aggressively.

So now, here you are, counting each individual pill from a pill bottle by yourself in the med room. It would at least be a little better if Daisuke was in here annoying you like he used to when he'd have his break.

And speaking of the devil, right as you finish counting the pills in the bottle and writing it down, Daisuke walks through the door, "Hey Anya-?" He starts, before seeing it was just you there. His voice immediately sounds more dejected, "Oh uhm, hey (Name)" he says.

You turn around swiftly, being sure to not knock over the pill bottle "Oh, hey Daisuke, are you okay" you ask without even thinking. Why are you asking? You don't care about him and whether or not he's okay.

"Oh I just burnt my hand, it's really not a big deal." He says, rubbing the back of his neck with what you assume is the not burnt hand. You look at him, trying to will away the urge to rush up to him and check. Why are you acting like this?

"Lemme see." You say, motioning for him to come towards you so you can examine his hand. His eyes widen slightly in shock, but he quickly shakes it off, walking towards you. He offers his hand to you, and you grab it, carefully examining the burn as he starts explaining the story behind this injury, the same dorky smile on his face.

You let go of his hand, grabbing a small container of burn cream, applying some to your fingers before softly rubbing it over the burn area "You need to be more careful Daisuke" you say, looking up at him. Suddenly you both make eye contact. "Yeah, you're right" he says sheepishly, his eyes looking into yours. 'why is this happening?' you ask yourself, trying to will yourself to look away but you just can't.

Suddenly the door opens, Anya walking back in. Daisuke pulls away, some of the cream smearing up his fingers. "Oh hi Anya!" He says cheerfully walking towards the door., "I was just leaving" he says, and he whispers something to her something that you couldn't hear whatsoever.

Almost immediately after, Daisuke leaves the room, the silence afterwards deafening. "So what did I miss?" Anya asks, looking at you. Her speaking was what knocked you out of your trance, seeing you still had your hand somewhat outreach and still had a little bit of the burn cream on your fingers. "I...I don't even know" you say breathlessly.

And you wish that you could say that after he left things made a little more sense, but if you're being completely honest, you just feel more confused. You can't get the look of of his brown eyes out of your head.

At this point, you're considering requesting a psych eval just to make sure you aren't losing your mind.

Day 62

"I don't think you're suffering from psychosis." Says Anya carefully. You furrow your brows, looking at her intently "But, I swear something's wrong with me." A tense look on rests on your face. Ever since that one time you were around Daisuke about a week ago, you could swear you were going insane.

You had never ever had thoughts like these before, at least not as far as you could remember. Every time you close your eyes, or dream, or have even a minute of peace to yourself, all you can think of is Daisuke's brown eyes. And there's no reason behind it at all.

That, and the issues you had back when you hated him seem to have come back tenfold. Almost every time you catch him glancing at you, your face heads up almost immediately. If you didn't know better you'd assume that he's just somehow telekinetically giving you a fever.

"You didn't tell me what this was about" Anya said, a calm sad look on her face. "It's...its about Daisuke", you say pausing to take a deep breath. You had already told her about what happened the week prior, but this, this was a new development.

"It's like, every time I see him everything in my body speeds up and slows down at the same time and I feel like I'm burning alive" you say, leaning against the chair you're sitting on exasperatedly.

Anya smiles, something that seems to have become rarer these days "I think you have a crush (name)" she says, and a strange feeling fills your gut. Memories seem to flood your brain from growing up, your father scoffing at two men holding hands and leaning down close to you, telling you that a 'real man' would never be caught doing that disgusting of an act.

"No, no I definitely don't have a crush on him..." You say, scoffing at such an absurd idea "I don't think I could ever participate in such a terrible act" She looks back at you, a concerned and confused look in her face. "A-are you sure?" She asks, her brows furrowing.

Anger rushes through your veins at an unreasonably fast pace. "I'm not fucking gay." You say, your words dripping with venom. Before she can even respond, you stand up storming out of the medical room.

You don't even know what your plan was after you left. Where could you even go that she couldn't find you. You sigh angrily, making a turn towards the bedrooms when you bump into someone. You step back in surprise, looking up. "Shit I'm-" you stop what you're saying when you see it's Jimmy.

You and him haven't seem to have been getting along whatsoever. It's like, you always bump into him at the wrong times. "Watch where you're going, dumbass" he says, mumbling the last part as he shoulder checks you.

Before you really know it, you're in your room, hot angry tears running down your face. You don't know why you're so mad that Anya thought you had a crush on him. You know you're not gay, right? That's all that matters.

You repeat that to yourself as you start pacing your room, your hands clenched into fists. "There has to be...there has to be a good reason.." you say, trying to close your eyes to try and think.

But much to your dismay, the first thing you think of is his eyes, they way they looked into yours with such care. You open your eyes up again, more anger in you than you think you have ever experienced. You shout, not even words just a yell as you kick the nearest thing to you, which just so happens to have been your door.

You hear a loud crack, almost like the sound when wood snaps, and look down, seeing the entire bottom of your door being almost completely removed.

"Shit..." You say to yourself.

You really need to figure out what's going on before you destroy the rest of the stuff in your room.

It's so much more fun writing when I'm not like extremely sleep deprived, but in all this one is one of my favorites so far. I don't know how many parts this is gonna have but it's probably gonna be 6+

Anyways, make sure you drink water and eat food!

Last and Next

[gabrielemillers]

Maybe you’re not an asshole after all…

Tom Ryder x F!Reader

Warning: smut 18+

He is a real asshole. You cannot stand him, as everyone else on set but you have no choice to endure him. Tom Ryder is the superstar every director wants in their movie. He looks good, has great acting skills, but as an individual, he is the worst asshole.

You are Jody’s assistant, the director of the movie and you love your job. She is an amazing boss and you can even consider her a friend. Colt, Tom’s stunt man, is also a good friend. He is kind and funny, the complete opposite of Tom.

Speaking of the devil, he is walking behind you as you storm off set after he called you a whiny bitch who doesn’t know how to do her job.

-Y/N stop! You can’t walk away from me, we aren’t finished! says Tom angry.

You stop and turn to look at him. You are furious and hurt by his words. You’ve worked hard to be where you are today. Tom almost run into you. He looks at you angry and astonished.

-I can and I will. I don’t let anyone insult me. Especially not an asshole superstar who cares only about himself. I’ve worked hard to get this job and I’m good at it. I won’t let you undermine me. Now excuse me, I have things to do.

You turn back and leave a stunned Tom Ryder standing there. You smirk in satisfaction. It was about time someone puts him back into his place. What you didn’t notice as you were turning aroud, is the tent in Tom’s pants. Your fierce personality turns him on, but he will never admit openly.

Later that day, when Jody tells everyone to wrap up, you sigh in relief. You just want a glass of wine and a hot bath after today.

You say goodbye to everyone and leave to return home. You live in a chic and spacious appartement, your job pays well. You make your way inside then go to the kitchen to get your well deserved glass of wine.

God you love your job, but working with Tom is exhausting. He is such a whiny actor who doesn’t give a shit to anyone but himself. Although you hate to admit it, he is really hot. Physically he is your type, but unfortunately his stupid bastard attitude ruins it.

You take the bottle and the glass then go to the bathroom to take a really hot bath. You need to relax and it will do the job. Once it’s ready you take off your clothes then climb inside. You sigh in relief and pleasure.

You are laying down and enjoying your wine when you hear someone knocking at your appartement’s door. You close your eyes and try to ignore it but the person doesn’t want to give up. You sigh then get out, wrap your body in a towel then go to the door.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you see Tom standing there with a bouquet of red,blue and white flowers. Your favorites. He looks you up and down, surprised but eyes darkening in lust as he see you’re only wearing a towel. You clinch it thighter against your body, feeling hot under his gaze.

-What the hell are you doing here? you ask trying not to blush.

-I wanted to apologize. You were right, I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve to be treated that way. says Tom remorseful.

You are stunned. Never in your life you’ve would thought to hear Tom Ryder apologize and admits his wrongs.

-Please say something. Don’t leave me hanging here. he says chuckling.

That gets you out of your stupor. You open the door wider to let him in.

-Well it’s unexpected. Not that I’m not thankful for the apologies and the flowers. you say with a chuckle.

-There is a first for everything. I’m sorry. You do an amazing job and you do deserve to be here. Will you forgive me? asks Tom with puppy dog eyes.

With this look you know you’re gone. And he seems honest with his apologies. So against what your head says, you walk to him and kiss him hard. He moans in surprise then with one hand puts the flowers aside and the other one holds you against him.

One thing leading to another, you find yourself naked in your bed, Tom’s head between your legs. The man knows what he is doing. You moan in pleasure as he switches from licking your wet folds to sucking on your clit.

-Oh god Tom… you’re so good at this… you breathe between moans.

He stops just for a second to smile, not smirk, at you.

-Glad to hear you like this baby. Means I’m doing my job correctly.

Tom returns to eating you out while now pumping two fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. He finds you g-spot immediately and it makes you come on his face and fingers. That was the best orgasm you ever had.

Tom slowly pulls back, his hair a mess because of your hands and his face is covered in your release. You blush. Especially when he moans as he sucks his fingers clean.

-You taste delicious baby. I could spend hours between your legs. says Tom smirking.

-As much as I would love that, do you have the intention to fuck me? Your apologies would be accepted entirely. you say smirking.

-You don’t have to tell me twice. You’re going to enjoy it so much you’ll never want another dick than mine.

Now you recognize the Tom arrogant from set. But instead of being turn off by his answer, you feel aroused at the idea of how good being fucked by him will be.

-Now spread your legs like a good girl and let Daddy fuck your pretty pussy. says Tom eyes dark with lust.

You moan at his dirty words and do as he says, spreading your legs wide. Tom groans as he sees your folds wet with arousal. He takes place between your thighs, grips his cock with one hand to align it with your pussy.

He thrusts inside you to the hilt. You squeal then moan at the fullness. He groans as he feels how thight you are. Tom let you adjust to his size. He his big and it’s been a while since you had sex.

You nod once you’re ready then wrap your legs around his waist. He slowly pulls out before thrusting back in again hard. Tom starts a fast pace, deep and hard. You whine in pleasure, the feeling of his cock moving in and out is heavenly. He moans loudly and it’s the most beautiful sound you have ever heard.

His balls hit your ass with each movement of his hips. Your breast bounces and Tom is captivated by the view. He brings his mouth to one of your nipple to lick and suck on it. He fucks you hard, making you see stars.

-Fuck Tom! Please… you beg on the verge of cumming.

-Please what baby? Use your words if you want something… says Tom smirking as he slows a bit down.

-I want to cum please! you say tears of pleasure in your eyes.

-Then cum for me Princess. Cum for Daddy. orders Tom circling your clit with the palm of his hand.

You explode, your mouth wide open in a silent scream, your cunt clenching his erection hard. You don’t have the time to recovers that Tom is pulling out, turning you on all four and thrust back in. He sets up the same pace, gripping your hair with one hand and your hips with the other one.

-Again? you say breathless.

-Sweetheart, I intend to make you cum at least three times on my dick tonight. he says into your ear.

Tom thrust two more times before halting, spilling into the condom as he comes. His release triggers yours and you climax again screaming his name. He groans in pleasure and your arms give up. You fall on your stomach, eyes half closed, completely spent and satisfied.

He pulls out then use his shirt to clean the mess between your legs then lay down at my side. You roll over to cuddle against him and he wraps an arm around you. You both lay in silence for a while, the only sound being our breathing. That was the best sex you ever had and you understands now the rumors about him.

-Apologies accepted. you say giggling.

Tom laugh. A real, sincere laugh. It’s the first time you hear it and you like it.

-I’m happy to hear it. I was wondering if well… if you want to go on a date with me? he asks suddenly shy.

You don’t hesitate when you answer him. You realize he might not be a complete asshole after all and you want to know the real him personally.

-I would love that Tom. you reply smiling.

He looks at you surprised but happy. It makes your heart melt.

-Really?

-Yes really.

Tom kisses you tenderly before it slowly turns into something more heated. You feel him harden again and you look at him surprise but aroused.

-Again? you say raising an eyebrow.

-Well I did tell you that I would at least make you come three times on my cock…

You kiss him again and he kept his promise. When you wake up the next morning in his arms, you are sore in a very good way and have a soft smile on your face.

My first ever Tom Ryder fic 🥵❤️ I love him so much it’s unfortunate that there is not enough fics about him :(

Tag: @tangerineboss @pretty-little-mind33

[vikdec4i]

hey have you noticed this? pt. 2

got locked out of my tumblr for a few days and i finally got my password back WOOHOO!! i currently have 3 writing projects atm and one of them being viktor centric. but for the time being… i want to transfer some of the stuff i posted on twt to here as a sneak peek. ENJOY!!

(semi copied from my post + expansion)

currently doing a wardrobe analysis on viktor. im doing this in a perspective that clothes exist as means of communication. i wanted to write abt him bc viktor, in general, rarely speaks. but then i come to the realization that he wears clothes like he carries words. to clarify. remember when viktor argued w mordecai over grammar?? as he believes it "never makes any sense".

he shares this sentiment with formal clothing, evident in his conversation with mitzi about wearing his tuxedo for once. like do you see the vision?? he doesn’t see a point in this. i would argue there is way more to it than this but i will save that for the actual analysis itself. but it’s really as simple as viktor being the number one hater of nonsense. his dislike of formal clothing can be a reflection of where he lies in society— among the working class. but, compared to what he wears, a tuxedo is restrictive in this line of work, it’ll only hold him back.

moreover, viktor being off the field due to his injuries amplifies this avoidance. now that his job description is basically standing behind the counter, he has no reason to be wearing durable materials. in fact, mitzi is right that him wearing a tux would benefit him a lot in this case. but he doesn’t not only because he simply dislikes to do so— but because he will lose that fragment of identity and dignity he holds by a thread.

while some of you can run my ear off that this makes him insufferable, i implore you to really absorb his past and the very reason he got here in the first place.

and all of this links back to viktor's most prominent trait:

he is conservative.

viktor's aversion to change was never by choice but by the fact he lives in a completely different reality than everyone else. he chooses things that are genuine to him— and the thing is, viktor's "aggression” or “indifference” did not appear in a vacuum. it is an accumulation of everything he has been through and it's not something you can easily let go. taken away to fight for the same nation that fed you false promises?

i'd wear my anger to death too!!

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so far this is all i have. the bigger piece will be very full on (and lengthy) but i will try my best to format it in a way that doesn’t get too convoluted. i will also try my best to connect back to other characters. because to be very honest, people very rarely view viktor as an individual person. whenever i do see people talk about him, it was always in a light where he is a guardian to ivy. and i have been guilty of this as well. so i want to step back from that and actually dig deeper into his character, because i think there’s a lot more to him than we all let on.

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Held through the darkness - Hannibal x reader.

A/N: Hello!! its bee a while. truthfully, im not doing so hot at the moment and this was written basically as a form of therapy but hey i felt like sharing. Enjoy!!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1781

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You sat and stared out at the empty world ahead of you. Well technically it wasn’t empty. It was bustling with life. You could see an endless row of headlights, streetlamps making the city below you glow. You thought about how there were thousands, if not more, people down there right now. Each with their own individual lives; with their own families, friends, lovers, exes. Each having their own background, a place they came from, a life they’ve lived. Every single person so full with complex emotions and thoughts from every walk of life. So why did you feel so alone? So utterly and painfully abandoned. Your chest felt hollow. There was a gaping whole where something once lived. It had been so long you couldn’t even recall what used to inhabit it. But whatever it was had been robbed from you, leaving you as an empty shell condemned to drift through life in search of a feeling you weren’t even sure existed anymore.

You didn’t feel sad. You didn’t feel anything. Just incomplete. Your mind raced with thoughts, scanning through your memories in search of something to fulfil you once more as you stared blankly ahead of you.

“You’re going to catch a cold if you stay here much longer” A voice came from behind you.

You swirled round, seeing the last person you expected to be in your home.

“Doctor Lecter? What are you doing here?” You queried as the man stood in the doorway that led from your balcony back into your apartment.

“I told you I would come to check on you. After that call we had, I didn’t trust that you were okay. Even if you tried to convince me you were” He stated, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he looked at you.

Your brow furrowed. You had called him? When? The last time you remember speaking to him was around 3 weeks ago where you decided to end your sessions with him. Not because you thought you were getting any better, quiet the opposite. But you just couldn’t bare to face him with it. Or anyone for that matter. You’d completely drawn away from the people in your life recently, not knowing how to function around them with such a weight on your soul.

“I called you earlier today, after Will said he saw you at the supermarket. He said you looked distressed, burn out.” He explained, sensing your confusion.

It came back to you as he spoke.

“Yes I remember, sorry. My head just feels a bit…foggy at the moment.” You replied, turning back to face the city in front of you.

The doctor took a few steps, coming to stand beside you.

“You are not okay y/n”

“I’m alive aren’t I?” You joked dryly.

“Being alive is not equivalent to living. You’re simply existing.” His words made your stomach drop, your throat feeling a little tighter than it was before.

“Tell me. What is on your mind?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t want to talk. You just wanted to rot away into nothing.

“I’m fine. Just tired. I’m sorry you drove all the way here for nothing.” The lack of energy behind your voice made it impossible to convince yourself, let alone convince him.

“Don’t lie to me. I can tell when you’re being honest and when you’re not.” His voice was stern, but with a layer of concern weaved in.

“Y/N”

He placed his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. Your eyes dropped as to avoid his gaze. You’ d grown rather fond of Doctor Lecter in your time of being his patient. You found yourself craving his approval, craving his comfort and affection more than you probably should. The thought of him seeing you like this, seeing the lack of life left in you filled you with shame.

“Why did you even come here? I’m not your patient anymore” You muttered, his hand still gently resting on your shoulder.

“I care about you. Regardless of if you’re my patient or not, I want to make sure you are okay”

Your gaze finally met his, sincerity swimming in his eyes. You wanted to believe him, you wanted to accept his words and bare your soul to him. But you just couldn’t. There was a constant nagging in your head that he was only here because he felt he needed to be, out of professional curiosity. Nothing else.

“I am okay. Like I said, I’m just tired. I should probably go to sleep.” 

“y/n-“

“thank you for checking up on me Doctor Lecter. You can go now” You turned to walk away from him, heading back inside.

“No” He said firmly, causing you to stop in your tracks.

You turned once more to face him. “No?”

“No I am not going to leave.”

You were slightly taken aback by his words. “What? Look respectfully, this is my home. And I really just want to sleep so please can you just leave?”

“No.” He replied, taking a step towards you. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me. It is more than evident you’re struggling, and I’m not going to let you drown in this.”

His words were too kind, too caring. It hit you in your chest, sinking down through your stomach. You couldn’t handle this. You need him to go.

“Just leave.” You mumbled, trying to keep your emotions down.

“Talk to me and I will.”

You could feel your anger rising. You weren’t angry at him; you were angry at the world.

“I don’t want you here” You snapped.

“I don’t care” He stepped closer to you once again.

“Get the fuck out of my house Hannibal”

“Tell me what’s wrong”

“EVERYTHING” You shouted, throwing your hands in the air. “Everything is fucking wrong. I am so sick of everything. Waking up every fucking day with this crushing desolate feeling that completely weighs me down. No matter what I do nothing fills it. And if I find something that numbs it for a while, its only every temporary. I am so fucking tired. I am broken and there is nothing I can do to fix it.”

Tears began to flow freely as you continued to rant, your hands threading through your hair.

“I feel like I am going insane every moment of the day. I am so relentlessly burnt out and yet I have no reason to be because  I don’t do anything. I can’t do anything. I just want it all to stop, I just-“

You were cut off as a sob escaped your throat. You fell to your knees, crying harder than you ever had before. Months of pent-up emotion, of fighting down every urge you had came bursting out of you. Your lungs were on fire and your head pounded but you just couldn’t stop. You hadn’t noticed Hannibal sitting next to you until you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling your body against his. Your head crashed into his chest, your hands clinging to his shirt as if it was the only thing keep you afloat. He held you tightly, his hand rubbing gentle patterns across your back as he spoke softly.

“You’re going to be okay. I’m here. Let it out”

You had no idea how long the two of you stayed like that, curled up on the floor of your balcony sobbing into him. You cried until there was nothing left, and your eyes were dry. When you eventually calmed down, Hannibal pulled away from you gently cupping your face to meet your eyes

“I want you to listen to me y/n. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded stiffly as you gazed at him.

“What you’re feeling is real. It is too much for one person to carry alone. I won’t lie to you and tell you there’s an easy quick fix, that will take time. But you need to allow yourself to seek help. You need to share this burden, to allow someone in to guide you through this. It is so easy to let yourself get wrapped up, until your blind to everything except the pain. But my darling, there is so much more. And if you let me, I will be by your side walking with you through it all. Until you see just how fulfilling you can make your life. You will never be alone in this, not as long as I’m around.” His thumb gently caressed your face, the other hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

The earnest expression his face held, along with the genuine care laced into his tone was enough to make you want to cry all over again. No one had ever expressed such a care for you before. You never realised how much you needed it.

“Why do you care so much? I’m nothing but an ex-patient of yours” Your voice was quiet, if not hoarse from all the crying.

A small smile appeared on his face as his eyes scanned yours, as if he was trying to memorise every detail.

“You are so much more than that to me. Over the time I’ve gotten to know you, you have become a beacon in my life. You make me feel a way I have never felt before. I admire you more than you know. I care for you so deeply my darling. I won’t say its love, because truthfully this is all new to me, but it is most definitely close to it. All I know is that I want to be with you, I want to be the person you come to with everything – whether you’re happy, angry, or feeling the way you do now. I want to be the person you share yourself with. If you’ll allow it.”

Your heart swelled at his confession. For the first time in a while, you felt a genuine smile on your face.

“I don’t want anyone else Hannibal. Only you.” You leant forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him close to you.

His arms wrapped securely around your waist, one of his hands threading their way into your hair as he gently massaged your scalp. You melted into his touch, feeling relaxed for once.

“Aš niekada neleisiu tau jaustis vienišam, man brangioji.” He whispered against your hair.

You knew this wouldn’t be easy; even now with Hannibal by your side, this was going to be a hard journey to pull through. But for once, as you sat here cradled in him arms under the night sky, you felt a small glimmer of hope.

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i hope you enjoyed, sorry for the depressing return to posting<3