#manipulative relationships my Roman Empire

[octoir]

Fic/Au ideas!!

partially inspired by @mushroom-jack , more so inspired by the fact that I have forgotten about way too much shit in gdocs so here’s an attempt to actually collect all the (good) thoughts I have 💪

Tompercy

Generic Time Loop trope

Tom and Percy wake up in a padded room with no magic. they can still do magic. post apocalyptic scene where Muggles win in a war against magic (i.e, Statute leak)

muggles might “harvest” magic from users because they can’t generate it themselves (this relies on the fact that ambient magic is unharvestable or doesn’t exist)

leaning towards unharvestable— thinking maybe everyone has some ambient magic within them, and the statute was made to drain/consolidate magical power for several select few while the masses live without magic at all. with their newfound “equality,” the world is reverting back to how it was the days before the statute leak

EXCEPT for those who don’t “exist” in the present time

So in a radically popular move, even the strongest supporters of “equality” start nicely kidnapping and enslaving magicals from the past, except that just causes the magic to disappear even faster than before. damn this sounds like an allegory

in the building time doesn’t exist— constantly looping in this (prison? factory?) to reset “internal clocks” and also take advantage of disappearing magicals throughout the years = that’s how different generations are able to meet

cities have been built underground to avoid the fallout from the remnants of nuclear war

can also just be a generic experimentation AU 🤷

Suicide (ASOR)

Tom kills himself so Percy doesn’t lose his magic

Tom accidentally kills Percy with the cruciatus curse OR magically stunts him so that he’s intellectually disabled— think the Longbottoms w/ permanent intensive care

Tom ends up killing himself either way because he’s just fucked up the only person who really understood him

Percy kills himself after he kills Tom (in progress)

Either Percy or Tom dies from a magical drug overdose

Here’s some character studies!! (it gets progressively darker)

Hold me until you love me: (in progress)

Percy nearly lets Tom drown (or nearly drowns him himself, it’s not clear) but stops because he loves him

worst possible move

Tom ends up owing Percy a life debt

The longer a life debt goes unfulfilled the more the person feels inclined to pay them back

But Percy HAS to let it go unfulfilled because otherwise Tom will literally murder everyone

So much manipulation

“Stop it,” Percy whispers. “You’d stop it if you really loved me.”

Who even is Tom anymore. everything that makes Tom Tom gets kinda…melted away to save Percy’s friends

Essentially the imperius by the time it stops

just reverse everything Tom did to Percy but make it 10x worse

(you can’t) let me go

Tompercy infidelity au

Percy’s guilt complex makes a sudden reappearance

they were the friends with benefits in university who swears that they were just friends but in reality just miscommunicates to the point where they both feel like the other doesn’t want a real relationship

Tom leaves, gets successful, and then meets Percy…who’s now been married to Penelope for 5+ yrs

they hook up. regularly.

worst possible move

I bet Tom sleeps with basically everyone he knows to try and cope

I bet Percy knows, misinterprets this, and leans more into Penelope to try and cope

I bet Penelope knows but can’t stop it and can’t even imagine divorce (super traditional upbringing) so she just tries to pretend like the world doesn’t exist to try and cope

spoiler: Tom won’t let her and rubs it in her face at every opportunity because he’s jealous as fuck

some super toxic behaviors. gaslighting, manipulation, threats of self-harm, especially if the other tries to leave

this isn’t written for a reason 🫡

I have no need for love

detailing how Tom sleeps his way up to power/sexualizes and/or objectifies himself to survive

very very dubious consent (also rampant pedophilla)

explores Tom’s avoidant-fearful attachment style AND possibly some internal fears— fears that he’ll never be truly valued or loved as long as he’s conventionally handsome

BAMF Percy. beats the shit out of people on the streets. need I say more?

this has the potential to be mildly sweet despite the absolute depravity it contains. might write this

Slightly more happy stuff:

Royalty AU!! (in progress…)

Harry and Percy bonding moments 🫡

Harry’s the prince

Percy’s the peasant pet they stole from his family and keep around for entertainment. He’s allowed to live in the palace only at Harry’s whim

doesn’t feel like a peasant (too isolated) doesn’t feel like royalty (too ostracized)

Tom comes up to him and whispers that he recognizes him, he knows what Percy can do, he knows what Percy is capable of

Maladaptive Daydreaming AU:

can’t describe this too much bc I’m actively writing it lmao

Percy, out of the trauma he has experienced, retreats into the Occlumency shields of his mind to make something better

Telephone AU:

(Post-ASOR)

Percy has the possibility to make telephone calls to Tom at various stages of his life

they (re) fall in love

except one day Percy doesn’t call him

he waits for hours, days, years

Percy warns him not to become Voldemort. He becomes Voldemort out of spite, personally makes sure that Fred is killed but makes it look like an “accident”

that’s mean even for me how about we just make this a sweet love story

some miscellaneous Tombraxas (non-ASOR)

Abraxas mockingly teaches Tom how to be “human”

Enemies to lovers— Abraxas fell first, but Tom fell harder

Abraxas is the only person he’ll genuinely listen to

Tom is the only person he’ll hear out

Abraxas teaches him about pure blood heritage— he’s the one that gives him the pureblood record book, the book that allows Tom to make the Gaunt connection

Tom teaches him various dark magics— relentlessly innovative, contributes to the Malfoy Manor wards himself

confesses that he’s an orphan but Abraxas is his family!! he’s his home!!

they break up because Abraxas needs an heir lmfao and Tom resents him for it forever

literally fucking snags his son and his grandson as revenge

tomione

(I’m not a huge fan, but there are some ideas here that kind of carry over from tompercy)

Hermione is always relentlessly trying to fix Tom

Tom gets fed up with her and points out that trying to love someone into changing for them isn’t love, it’s manipulation

promptly tries to manipulate her back lmfao

they’re really toxic

Tom constantly dismisses her but that just makes Hermione more desperate to prove herself to him

eventually she comes to her senses and breaks up with him

but then that triggers Tom’s abandonment issues and he starts love bombing

if I ever wrote this, it’d just be an experiment on how toxic relationships work

mildly interesting though…hm…

I do not care what you do with these AUs 💪💪 send them to me though if you do anything with them bc I’d love to read what yall have come up with

#tom marvolo riddle #percy weasley #tompercy #a study of resonance #asor #ao3 #tombraxas #tomione #harry potter #tom riddle #i might delete this later #to write about them lmao #would I be capable of writing about these ideas without majorly deviating from the script?? #born to angst forced to fluff #manipulative relationships my Roman Empire

[hanjisunglover]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒

𐙚 pairing: volleyball player!han jisung x nerdy fem!reader

𐙚 genre: smut, high school au, strangers to ??, angst, fluff

𐙚 word count: 6.7k

𐙚 warnings: reader is a virgin, jisung it's kinda an asshole, he's also lowkey manipulative, dirty talks, dom! jisung, sub! reader, jisung it's kinda needy at the end, fingering (f!recieving), oral recieving ( m! and f! receiving ), eating cum, penetration, unprotect sex ( stay safe y'all), semi-public sex (people walking down the hall) spank kink ( f! receiving), breeding kink. Jisung's friends bullies reader, ji it's pretty jealous.

𐙚 summary: y/n has the best grade in history, jisung is just a volleyball player that can't keep himself out of challenges, so why not seducing the pretty y/n?

𐙚 members mentioned: minho, bang chan, hyunjin

[ jisung 02:34 am ] what are you asking me to?

[ minho 02:38 am ] you want the money? fuck her then :)

[ jisung 02:39 am ] why her? com'on you can think someone else

[ minho 02:40 am ] because her brother is in the team that we need to piss off for the next game, we need to win this time, that's why

You love History, you like the feeling of knowing things more than the others. You always been intelligent and smart, above the people. Never been out with a guy, never really trusted yourself enough for a relationship with anyone more than your own brother. Chan always been the extrovert in the family: you loves books, he loves volleyball and parties. You never complained to see him jumping around as the captain of the Lokeys and as setter.

That's how jisung started to ask you some help with history. You were so surprised when he stopped you from going out the class after the long and super interesting lesson from Mrs. Yang, that woman showed you the best way to love the Roman Empire. His cheeky smile and his strong cologne made your mind spin, but you tried to keep it cool to refuse. Until he talked about paying the extra sessions, and then.. how can you refuse it?

Extra money, talking about your favorite subject, that's the jackpot for a nerdy like you. You still don't trust him to make him come to your house to study, that's how you end up in the car of your big brother.

"Why you didn't refuse to help him?" Chan pinch his bridge of the nose, sigh lightly, he doesn't like the idea of her little sister with Jisung. He doesn't really know him, he doesn't know that much to let her sister go with a guy like him. For Chan you're still his baby sister, to protect from the world.

"it's gonna be fine, I'll keep my location on in case, don't worry okay? it's just study at the library." just study at the library, that's your thoughts. But you have the feeling of something else happens in your head, the drive to the school it's quiet enough to let you think.

Jisung, Han Jisung, the best setter that your school ever had before. He's good, he practice so hard everyday, he loves volleyball more than everything and you unfortunately knows. You know because Chan is the captain of the Lokeys, team that wins against them every single time. The difference now?

Jisung is in the team. And he talks with his members without even explain anything, he can read people in the best way possible, he can gets the opponents' moves even before they make them. It's just a genius in his game

Your brother drops you off and as you walk out he stops you holding your wrist a little, "hey, call me if he's being an ass, kay? I still can wait in the parking lot until you're done."

"hey, I got it." You smile softly at him as he waves at you from the window of the car as he speed right in front of you, just to make you laugh. You look at the doors of the school with a big breath.

The people around there are just some professors, some crazy kids that loves the book at the school and the sport clubs with the training hours, you never understood why put so much effort on your body. You hates sweating. And moving, in general it's not your favorite thing in the world, that would be diaries from the 40' about the WW1.

You try to find a quiet spot in the library, with your bag on your shoulder and the books against your chest, you need to find the perfect table to not have too many people around. Perfect to low talk and not being caught by the hateful librarian, who frankly - hates you. The reason? You may or not have held about ten books from the school on the industrial revolution.

I mean, who would blame you? they are good books, at least for you, and some other nerds. That you don't know, you don't talk to many people, you're voice it's so quiet that everytime people ask you to repeat yourself, at least three times.

As your turn the corner you notice a little table, not bigger than one seat each side, perfect. You fix your clothes as you sitting, putting the books and the conceptual maps that you like to make, your handwriting is delicate, neat and everything is divided down in color due to your visual memory. You are envied for your notes, which are going around to your classmates every time for classwork.

You waited for two hours there. Any reasonable person would have already picked up their things and gone. Not for you. You, you stayed there, studying anyway. You tried not to waste time and clear your thoughts as you finished your notes from the last lesson. When suddenly your phone rings.

[ Channie 18:21 ] are you guys almost done? :D

[ y/n 18:21 ] he never show- As you type the text Jisung gets inside the library, a grin in his face that makes every girl turn her head to look at him, he's wearing his classic uniform to training for volleyball. His movements are full of confidence as he looks around for you, as he stands up in front of the table he start to chuckles.

"Hey beautiful."

[ y/n 18:24 ] nope, but I text you when we are ♡

"my name is Y/n," muffled words gets out your mouth as you look over him, his tonic body gets right in front of you and your side of the table.

You bow a little as you press your lips together in an awkward smile, he chuckles as he cross his tonic arms against his chest. "I know, but names are not my favorite. I like nicknames, so.. you took this thing serious I see," he murmurs.

Jisung take his seat right next to you, his sweaty body makes you feel almost dizzy for how hot he looks, shiny tears of sweats driving down his neck, going inside his shirt. You're trying to not stare, but it's really hard when you have a good looking guy next to you. "So where you lack the most?" You says clearing your throat with a light cough, moving your hair behind your ear as you look at the chapters in the book in front of you. His eyes are on your lips are you talk.

"Right, of course." he nods once and gives you a charming smile as he looks down, trying to focus on the book. Jisung smirks as he watches you blush.

"Now, now… why should I be focused when I have you next to me, looking all cute and gorgeous?" He chuckles in amusement and leans closer toward you, his arms crossing over his chest. "Would be hard to concentrate on anything else, really." he winks at you and runs a hand through his hair.

You blush hardly to find him so close to your face, try to muffles some words but everything that comes out from your mouth a some gasps, he's being clearly flirty and that makes you flustered already, "book, study, please?"

He chuckles as he presses his index finger against your cheek, the sudden contact makes you confused but you manage to control it, "why don't we play a game mh? Simon says. one each."

You sigh, because you think it's the best way to make him focus. "okay, who's start?"

"Ladies first," he moves his hand over you almost brushing his fingers over your arm and you shiver at the light touch, Jisung can read your face and your thoughts as if your internal dialogue is speaking to him.

"Simon says open your book and take notes," your light order make him chuckles, but he listen and he grab his own book opening at the same page as you.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you begin to highlight important points about the book, his focus lasts for about half an hour before he places both hands on the table and looks at you intently with a smirk.

"Simon says, let me kiss you," you almost choke yourself with his words, you shake lightly your head, "no com'on.. please.. it's-it's enough."

Jisung smirks when you turns your head a bit, getting closer again and nudging your jaw with the tip of his thumb. "I think you don't know the game, sugar. You have to do whatever Simon says. Otherwise your turn is lost." Jisung chuckles softly and raises a brow again, his other hand drifting to your thigh, right under your skirt. He keeps teasing you and playing with your mind.

You squeeze your thighs together as she whine a little, looking at him lightly as she glance at his lips, sighing deeply, "Are we gonna back to study after?"

"Yes, promise." Jisung chuckles softly and raises a hand to your face, stroking your cheek softly and tilting your head back toward him. "Can I have your answer now, sweet thing? Or do you need me to make this harder for you?" The hand on your thigh squeezes your leg gently, making you squeal, and he leans in to breathe in your scent. Jisung's lips are just inches away from yours now, his breath hot on your skin. The tension is thick as he lean on you.

He kisses you softly, biting your bottom lip with determination, he's running too fast for you; it's your first kiss. Your eyes are closed as he keep kissing you with transportation. The moment breaks as you get breathless, your cheeks red like cherries and your eyes locked in his. "it was your first kiss, isn't it?"

As you nod he chuckle like a kid, This is gonna be easier than I thought, jisung is thinking about. You cover your face with your hands he moves his hand on your thigh again, "oh don't worry angel, I'll be gentle next time, but I can't promise anything."

Next time? oh you're totally losing it. He talks about a second kiss? you only saw those kinda of things in movies or tv series that you cry yourself on during the night when you feel that you need to 'suffer' about a relationship - that frankly, you never had. But that's not a problem for you, you never expected someone to loves you like the movies, or loves you like the songs that you always listen and fills your playlists.

Between the lessons in the days after, Jisung started to talk to you, to even say hi between the periods, also doing small chats between you two.

"hey y/n!" "can you help me with the study after?" "let me buy you some coffee," "we should hang out soon."

the kiss, the kiss, the kiss. That is the only thing that run through your mind, every time he is around. You can't stop think about it! it's all over your head, as soon as you close your eyes you can feel his lips against yours again, and just the thought makes your panties extremely wet. For God sake, you're lucky that he didn't touched you in the library, you're not sure that you are capable enough to shut your mouth. He's so attractive, walking around with his confidence that build just insecurities to the people in the hallways, so hard to get it for you. But hey, you're not in the same level as him.

He's a 10, you're a 6. Your brother would say a minus 8, but it's your older brother, so his vote doesn't count. Because he would say anything to make you genuinely happy, he loves you unconditionally it's impossible for him to not give you a right number. But still, you don't believe him.

During the middle school, your class listed the girls from the prettiest, to the ugliest. Just a funny game, but you hated it, all of the competition that shouldn't be in a bunch of 16 years old girls made you feel more and more uncomfortable. With your body, your extreme intelligence, made you ended up in one of the last positions.

You started to believe it, because if everyone agree, why it shouldn't be the truth? So you started to act like one, eating alone during lunch, your assignments with a group of people you decided to made your part by your own, your friends started to hang out with other people so; why force something that already is done.

Walking down the hall, by yourself and your eyes focus on the floor, Jisung is sneaking from behind, putting his arm around your shoulder, "hey beautiful."

"uh! hi, hi jisung," You mumble as you almost drop everything that you're holding in your arms, his eyes are traveling from your eyes to your lips, the tension building up inside you. "how are you doin? still too busy to hang out with me?"

He never asked you, "you never asked me."

Your sudden change of tone makes him giggle, holding you tightly against himself, your face get dangerously close to his, "so you would've say yes? Look at you y/n, all confident to talk back to me."

Cheeks getting red, makes him just more giggly and happy, because he knows that his friends are looking right at the end of the hall, where they can see how much he has you under his power. The deal with them is simple: fucks her, bring a proof and the proof can only be her underwear, dirty of his sperm.

In his head he already created the perfect occasion for that, how to make you beg for him, to gets on your knees just because of him. Just the thought of taking your virginity makes him hard, he clear his throat, "so wanted to ask you for, another lesson. maybe somewhere else, you know.. not in the library."

You feel your body slightly tensing up, feeling your legs almost numb for his words, "where? I'm just.. see my schedule and see if I can make it."

"my house. today, after my practice." Your eyes goes wide open, your surprise make him giggle as he nods,"yes angel, my house."

"I said I need to check my schedule, don't.. don't hope too much."

"Oh but I know you're coming princess, you can't say no to me."

You know jisung's house like one of the most beautiful - also richest - spot in the city, his father is a really important manager for one of the biggest volleyball team in town. His parties are always big and always loud, nothing in compare to what you do on Saturday.

But you also know, that he never invites girls over, that something that a lot of girls - specially the female volleyball team - complains all the time in front of you instead of listening to the history lessons. The talk, and talk and talk about him, and the only occasions when girls can get in his house.. is to hook up.

And that's how you ended up in his room, waiting for him to finish his shower, a book in front of your eyes but your head fill with thoughts.

"Simon says, tell me your dirtiest fantasy," he says clicking the pen in a almost rhythmic way, his eyes on your blushing. Because even if you're just a virgin, your head always fantasized about so many things. You guys are been studying for two hours now, he's overworked to let you talk for that long, when his only thought has been bending you over and take you right there. right now.

He try to push your to the limit until you spill it out, "okay, fine. fine I'll tell you," you mumble as he chuckle happily, his hand finish on your thigh, making you blush even more, "I think.. I think I like it rough. I mean, it's just an assumption, because I'm still a virgin."

"you know what I like?"

His question doesn't sounds like one, but you let him finish talk, his hand travels up and down from your knee to your inner thigh. Your skirt moves with his touch, "I like to make happy pretty girls like you."

Your cheeks get red as cherries just making him smirk like a cheeky kid that just had the answer that he wanted, "I think I.. could make you happy, angel, if you just.. let me." You can feel your heart bouncing in your chest when he starts to kiss your neck, his hand finds his way on your panties, feeling the wetness against the thin fabric.

"So fucking wet already."

You can't actually tell how you ended up on his bed, your thighs spread open and his face right between them. "jisung.. jisung please.."

Jisung chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. He takes a moment to tease you, licking and kissing your inner thighs before finally placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your swollen pussy lips. His tongue darts out to taste you, his lips parting yours with one swift motion. He starts by licking you labia before sucking on your clit gently, groaning in approval at the taste of you. "So sweet.. just for me."

"Oh my fucking god," You says breathless, your back arching just at the gentle touch of his lips against your cunt, it's incredibly good to feel.

Chuckling again, Jisung complies. He slides his hands up to your hips, holding you in place as he slowly pushes his tongue into your tight entrance. He groans as he feels how wet you are, his eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure. "Fuck.. you taste amazing - want more, give me more."

He breath heavily against your skin as he continues to pleasure you. He adds a finger to her tight pussy, stretching her slowly while sucking on her clit. "You like that?”

Every single movement gives you a wave of pleasure that makes you moan so loud that his brother down the hall probably heard you. You moves your hips against his face, needy for more of his wet and warm licks, “o-oh fuck i love it! m-more!”

Jisung groans as he takes in you desperate cries. He pushes your boundaries further, adding another finger in your tight slit. His tongue works overtime on your sensitive spots, driving you wild. He has no intention of stopping until she begs for his cock. “imma gonna make you cum so hard.”

He can feel you, feel your excitement growing. He moves his fingers faster inside of her, hitting your g-spot, rubbing his fingers against it to let her reach the highest pleasure possible while still sucking on your clit. Your juices taste so sweet and he just wants more. “Fuck, your pussy is so wet, you're my good girl aren't you? so good for me.”

Jisung moves from your pussy just to change position, letting you sits on his face, your blush is heavy. He grunts as you rides his face, your pussy juices dripping down onto his tongue. He reaches up to grab your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he continues to lap at your sensitive spots. “Fuck, you’re such a slut.”

You whine loudly as you try to keep it quiet, your hips are moving faster and faster trying to find the best friction possible. “i can’t wait to fuck you,” his muffled voice makes you clench around his fingers, he roll his eyes for pleasure.

“i want your cock in my mouth first.”

Jisung chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with lust. He moves from under you, sitting right in front of your sore but still shaky body. His fingers moves quick on his jeans to unzip them down and to let his hard length free. He grabs you by the hair and pulls your head towards his cock. "You're such a dirty girl," he murmurs before pushing inside your mouth roughly.

You moan deep throating his cock as you look at him, you has tears on the sides of your eyes for the sudden moves and your saliva dropping down your chin. You never had a sensation like this, so filled. so big.

Jisung fucks your mouth roughly, his hips slamming against your face. He reaches down and starts to finger your wet pussy, adding another layer of pleasure to your already overwhelmed senses. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

You nods on his cock, closing your eyes to feel every inch of his dick deep down your throat, you clench lightly around his fingers but you starts to bounce in them desperately.

Jisung pulls out of your mouth and watches as you bounces on his fingers, eyes filled with lust. He slaps your ass hard, "You like this dirty stuff, don't you?” You find yourself squirming under his touch, almost purring like a cat for more attentions.

Feeling your walls clenching around his fingers, Jisung growls low in his throat. He pulls his cock out of your mouth roughly, leaving your gasping for air. "wanna get fucked angel?"

"yes jisung, please."

Jisung chuckles as he spreads your legs wide, positioning himself at your entrance. He teases you by rubbing his tip against her slick folds before pushing inside. "You're so wet for me, just for me right baby? so wet.. just for my cock."

You nods gasping for air, your head moves backward as you moan louder, "f-fuck it's too big," you whine loudly when you clench around him, trying to adjust as quick as possible, his hands goes on your waist to lift you and let you stay on his lap, your faces are so close are you stare in each other's eyes.

Jisung's hands move to grip your hips more firmly, guiding your movements on his cock. He can't get enough of the sight of you bouncing on him, your breasts jiggling with each thrust. He watches you with hooded eyes, drinking in the sight of you writhing on top of him. "you’re taking it so good for me.”

"jisung.. oh j-jisung I wanna cum.."

Jisung tightens his grip on your hips, pushing himself deeper inside you. He groans in pleasure as he feels your walls clenching around him. "Oh fuck, baby. That's it. Keep riding me like that."

“a-ah! ‘m so close!” You says breathing heavily, your eyes half closed as your legs’s muscles are burning for tiredness but you are too desperate for an orgasm to stop. Jisung's thrusts become more forceful, matching her desperation. His hands move to cup her chubby cheeks, slapping them gently in time with their rhythm.

"God you're... you're so big.."

Jisung groans softly, his hips jerking forward as he tries to thrust deeper into you. He pulls away from your neck and kiss you passionately - almost desperately, your tongues dueling. "You make me so fucking hard." He holds onto your throat, pulling you onto his mouth to kiss you again.

"More jisung.. please more.." Jisung smirks, his thrusts becoming even rougher as he grabs you legs and lifts them up, holding them against the wall of your abdomen. He starts to bite down on your neck, his hips bucking wildly. "I love hearing you beg."

Feeling your orgasm, Jisung picks up the pace even more, he reaches down to rub his cockhead against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Jisung grunts, his hips bucking against you once more. He pulls out of you slowly and watches as a trickle of semen drips down your thigh. He smirks, his eyes fixed on yours. "Is that what you wanted, my pretty?"

Your blush makes him chuckle, nodding lightly as your squeeze your thighs again, breathing heavily and your expression of totally fucked. Tilting your head aside, hearing someone walking down the hall and your panicking expression just makes him more and more amused.

Jisung chuckles softly again as he looks at you still laying there. Then he tries to pull himself together and stand back up, only to moan softly as his legs are a bit shaky after everything that happened. “I know, right? It felt so good to know that someone could be right outside the door and could hear me making you beg like the little slut you are."

You hits playfully his chest as he lay right next to you, your body is incredibly sore, his arms slowly moves around your waist, pulling you against his chest. "Oh shut up."

"make me," he whispers teasingly in your ear, making you chuckle as he massage your hips with his hands, his head rest on your shoulder as you close your eyes, feeling your body slowly resting against the mattress. "are you sore?"

"yeah, I'm not even sure how I am managing to talk."

"get used to it," Jisung murmurs as he buries his face on your shoulder, "I'll do this, again.. and again.. and again." closing his eyes as you feels his breath getting more steady. Your eyes gets even heavier as you feel the warmth of his body curling behind you.

Something is sure though, he never lets the girl that he fucks in his bed after, not even for sleep.

He had the perfect plan, exactly knows how and when to expose you and your no-more-virginity. He knows what he would say, even what he wanted to say.

So why now, that he's with his friends during the last practice of the week, he feels like a shit to talk about it? the balls are bouncing on the floor of the gym and his mind is just full of thoughts, mostly about you. That afternoon wasn't the only one, after that you guys started to be even closer, hanging out creating excuses with studying, procrastinating homework, a lot of love making sessions. His friends keep provoke him, asking for pictures of you after sex, every single sign of you two together. But he always respected you with this, because it's too much, he starts to like to feel you with him. Letting you sleep with him after, even cuddle and he's not a cuddler, it's just.. he feels and act different with you. It hurts, because he knows that soon or later he needs to talk with you about the challenge and the deal.

"So, did you fuck her?" His friend asked as he jumps for spiking the ball that he just sett in the perfect spot for him, Jisung groan nervously, he doesn't want to talk about it.

He doesn't want to because it felt too good to spill every single part of it, his focus are on the ball and how to serve on the other side of the court, getting ready for the match against y/n's brother. "oh, is someone too into her now?"

Another teammate tease him playfully, the spank on the ball gets louder, every time that it hits the ground jisung feels his blood burning in his veins, "shut up."

"did you fell for her?"

"love at first sight!"

"oh she probably do good blowjobs."

"should I try her now?"

"you took the deal too seriously now?"

Jisung serve the ball, hitting the floor with a loud sound that makes everyone stops whatever they are doing, because that wasn't just a serve. That was almost a punishment serve, "I said shut up, I did it for the deal, for the money. stop talking about it."

The thing that jisung didn't expect it was you, right on the corner of the gym, you were ready to talk to him and tell him how much you liked it, how much you loved slept in to his arms and waking up with him right beside you. How his kisses and his caresses made you feel alive, loved, desired, accepted. The way that the same morning you needed to sneak out from his house because he didn't wanted to let you talk with his father and his brother; "precaution." Yeah, precaution. Now you know, know you know why he didn't wanted it, why he didn't came to you this morning as he did for the last three months, he didn't smiled, he didn't waved. he didn't hugged you, he didn't try to steal a kiss from you. It was.. nothing. Like nothing happened.

The steps of your shoes echos in the hallway, jisung turn at the sound, he was sure that you heard, he knows it was you. His mind gets blurry and he let his volleyball, his team. Right now he doesn't care if he lose the practice, he doesn't care if he needs to train hard to beat your brother, he teased him enough.

You're crying, walking fast and almost not standing in your own feet, it was all a deal; all for money. You stop walking when you feel that your lungs are not functioning anymore, you feel your mind spinning. Your sobs are echoing in the hall as you sits against the cabinets, why he would do that?

Then the reality hits you hard, like a bullet in your chest.

"You."

You hiss when jisung enter in your sight, he stops his walking almost feel shaking, he knows that you're judging him now, "please let me explain-"

"you did it all because of a stupid deal! you did.. you did it to piss off my brother, because.. because you're gonna play against him next month. You.. You used me." The truth starts to pass in front of his eyes, because it's damn true.

"That was before," you can't even let him finish before stepping up from your spot, stomping a little to face him, your eyes are still tearing up and he can stop the urge to wipe your tears away. "before what? before what jisung?"

Your tone it's hard, and he feels like a kid that gets scolded, "before I started to like you." his hand try to reach your cheek but you spank it first. He's shocked by your gesture, it's not in you, is not something that you would do.

Not to him, not to anyone.

People starts to get out the classes, you are still in the middle of the hall as students stops to listen and more to watch the fight, "like me? you.. Han Jisung. like me, now this is another one of your tricks."

"y/n please calm down," his warm voice makes you almost trip in your thoughts, his hands finish on your shoulders and for a second you're back of the night before, when you went over at his place, when he was touching you so firmly for the first time.

"do not tell me to calm down! I don't wanna see you ever again." Jisung's heart almost breaks, people start to whispers and he see only you walking away from him, too distant. He doesn't like it, he doesn't want you distant anymore.

Jisung doesn't stop though, he knows that if he lets you walk out of his life now, you are never gonna be back to him. "angel, let *me* talk, let me explain."

"You had enough power over me."

You moved.

Moved school, changed your way to be, you decided to cut everything that could remind you him. Jisung was and always be someone that took something to you, something that you wanted to keep safe and always for someone special. He was special, that's for sure, but you knew something like this would happen. So when you changed school to go in your brother's high school, you're not surprised of the amount of popularity that you started to have all of a sudden, because Chan never hide your sibling ship. He never lied to anyone about you. You started to officially be the little sister that he keeps close and tight.

Jisung broke you but you decide to grab the pieces that he left and create a new shape of you, getting out more, making friends and even hang out with boys.

Like now, that you're hand by hand with Hwang Hyunjin, walking inside on a party. Never expected about celebrating after Chan's team won the volleyball game against your old school, but going to an after party? That's wasn't in your plan.

"Com'on don't be so tense," Hyunjin whispers in your ear as he walks behind you, one hand in yours and the other placed on your hip, guiding you though the crowd of people from both of the schools. You don't pay that much attention of the house, but it's okay. You're there to have fun, just that. "I'm not tense!"

"Y/n, babe, I can see your shoulders moving up every single time you talk, don't close yourself I'll be with you the whole time."

"all the time?" you murmurs trying to search for a confirm, your eyes lands on his and his smile makes you feel less anxious. You don't want anyone see you like this, specially from Jisung's team, you're freezing scared just to think about them. To see his eyes again on you. "Let me get you a drink."

"She doesn't drink." His voice reach you fast, but the grab on your wrist it's tight enough to make you turn to his direction, seeing his mad face toward your best friend.

"Are you sure?" Hyunjin bark back, almost ready to pick up a fight with him just to defend you, your eyes run from one guy to the other, stepping back and clearing your throat enough to make both of them turn in your direction. "I don't need someone to talk for me, and I don't need someone to tell me what to do, I'm fine like this." They both back off from each other, walking in different directions.

You follow your friend, and as soon as you guys step inside the kitchen he burst into laugh, his hand over his mouth, "Oh my god! he was so mad!"

"you guys won today right?" You scoff chuckling and getting yourself a sip of water from the fridge, his eyes on you as he nods, your eyes travel down his chest lightly seeing the little open of his shirt. Some buttons are undone and that makes your cheeks grow red, "where are you staring angel?"

You take a longer sip that you expect as you shrug your shoulders, moving down the dress on your thighs with a shy behavior, it's clear that you're not usual to wear dresses, they are not exactly your type of dress code - in any way. The nickname that he gives to you makes a run of chills down your spine, sighing lightly, "nothing.. your.. your shirt. it's unbuttoned." He nods as he glance down his own black shirt, he chuckle lightly, "why don't you do it for me? I'm too lazy."

You roll your eyes as you leave the glass of water in the already full sink of glasses and plates, walking close to him enough for do this favor to him, "come closer, I don't bite." The tension between you two is building up quicker than you expect but his hands that travel from your waist to your hips, pushes you against his chest, your eyes are on his and you're that close to feel his breath against your face. His eyes are slowly closing, leaning for a kiss that you're to exactly refusing.

His eyes were cold on you. "y/n, with me." His voice kills the mood of the room, making you jump lightly backward with your cheeks red like cherries, "man, she can choose." his grip on your waist get tighter, you know he's not gonna let you go, but your instinct it's running away from both of them. Your eyes are on Jisung, his presence it's charming as usual.

"Not with you holding her that tight, let her go, she needs to talk to me." Hyunjin let you go with a grunt, he's not happy about it but you walk quietly toward jisung, his body shift and he turn towards the stairs. You follow him silently as your hand it's intertwine with yours, his touch it's still delicate with you. He lead the way to a specific room and then you recognize everything, every single second of it. His house.

You're back in Jisung's house.

"sorry I, I don't have that much time I'm with my brother and his friends so-"

"why did you left?" His voice it's not hard on you, it's almost hurt, if this topic it's hurting you more than you could expect, his head is down and you can totally smell the alcohol that leave his body, making you step forward to see if he needs some help with anything, anything. "needed to."

Jisung chuckle under breath, turning and facing you, he's close to tears as he moves one hand over his cheek bushing lightly his fingers over his chubby skin, "needed to? y/n, I feel.. I feel like breaking down every second that you're not near me, I cannot breath because you left. I wanted to run, run after you. Maybe chasing you is not the best idea but I.. I wanted you to stay. Please can.. can I touch you?"

His voice is a whisper the whole time, making your legs shakes, almost melting for his sweet talks - but you're too hurt for that. "You broke me, you took something from me, don't be the victim here." Your voice it's steady but inside you your heart is shaking as much as his hands are.

"I wanna touch you wherever he touched you just to prove you that I'm better," Jisung steps closer, his hands grabs gently your waist and his touch it's 100% better than Hyunjin's, you cannot lie. You're melting under his fingertips, he's massaging your hips so lightly that makes your breath die in your throat. "Jisung we can't."

He mumble something, but his mind it's too blurry for elaborate, he lean on your shoulder as he's eyes slowly close, he takes a deep breath of your sent. "if you.. just let me.. need you so badly baby."

Jisung's lips trace his face long the nape of your neck, his hands slowly moves on your ass grabbing your cheeks in a gentle squeeze, your hands goes between his hair as you start to breath heavily, "ji we are your party."

"Simon says, let me take the dress off." His whispers makes you shivers long your spine, biting lightly your bottom lip as you let his hands grab the hem of the dress, lifting it up easily in one smooth movement - he saw you naked before but his eyes on you always make you blush like a kid. "Simon says take off your pants."

Jisung's eyes light up when he see that you are okay with that, and his hands gets busy unzipping his pants and moving down enough to let your hard length free, "com'here angel."

His hands grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you up from the floor and pushing you against the wall, you kiss him with pure passion and needs, his cockhead rubbing against the fabric of your panties.

"please fuck me Jisung," you mumble as his hand reach your panties, pulling them aside enough for him to penetrate you without a warning. Your breath catch your throat as you moan in silent, covering your mouth and laying your back against the wall, his hands grabs your thighs tightly as he moan deeply with his face buries against your neck, "fuck, so tight, thank you.. thank you baby.."

You moan shakily and his thrusts gets even more desperate, pounding in you roughly and fast, he groans and starts to pound into you, his hips slapping against yours. He holds onto you legs tightly, not wanting to lose contact with this feeling. His mouth finds yours again in a fierce kiss, his tongue invading you mouth as he takes what he wants. His pace quickens, his thrusts harder and deeper. Jisung's eyes are full of lust and desire for you.

"I love you."

𐙚 tag list: @lyramundana

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[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Mikaelson!OC headcanons

Elijah's relationship with Kassandra

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kassandra. Like the Greek Princess from your stories"

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

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

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

Many times, little Kassandra would be plagued by nightmares

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

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

He never refused her

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

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

One fateful night, everything changed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Over time, they learned to feed without killing

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

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

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

Bookworms, both of them lol

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

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

Forehead kisses! So many forehead kisses!

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

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

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

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

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

"Elijah?"

"Yes?"

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

*he sighs and pulls out his wallet*

*she squeals and kisses him on the cheek*

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

Elijah smirks while shaking his head and continues reading

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

#the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #tvdu #the originals headcanons #the originals fanfiction #the originals #the mikaelsons #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikaelson headcanons #kassandra mikaelson #mikaelson oc #tvd headcanons #headcanon #my original characters #tvd masterlist #my oc stuff #original vampire #vampire oc #my roman empire #yes he named her #she's his little baby

[buckybarnesss]

This is sort of an out of left field question- but what are your thoughts on Peter and Talia being half or step siblings?

Obviously, they don’t look alike very much. And clearly genes are funky things and this is not damning evidence. But I think it’s a very personal hc to me bc I myself have a half brother who I love very much, but it does influence our interactions.

One thing I constantly think about is Peter being an unreliable narrator. And what we see of Laura from his pov is different than Scott and Stiles finding her body. Is he imagining she’s blond and looks more like him? Yeah sure this could just be casting inaccuracies. But it feels very personal lol.

Has Peter always felt a degree of distance with his family? Where did the idea of him being Talia’s left hand come from? Wouldnt he have been there in the alpha pack flash back if that was the case? Was he younger than Laura? This also brings to mind Papa Hale (who I like to imagine was a human part of the pack/another pack before him and Talia were in a relationship). Was Talia always a Hale? Or married in?

Anyway, I have many thoughts and questions. But I really appreciate your analysis and insight. Joining a fandom past its prime (affectionate) is sort of like being in the apocalypse where 80% of the fandom is dead, and finding a ‘survivor’ is a miracle. Anyway, if you feel like it, I would love your thoughts on it all :3

if laura hale is my roman empire than talia and peter's relationship is my holy roman empire.

@dear-massacre and i talk about this quite frequently. it's a problem fam.

i do have a talia hale and peter hale and the hale family feels tags.

we don't really have any information other than some crumbs jeff has thrown us within canon.

in my opinion talia is the hale. there's no other option put forth. derek's father is such a non-entity that there's zero mention of him. the hales are clearly an old family of werewolves and were part of the very founding of beacon hills itself likely connected to the nemeton.

not to mention, season 3 has a lot to do with derek learning from and accepting talia's legacy and the legacy of the hale family. it also directly contrasts the argents. the argents pay lip service to being matriarchal but we know gerard has been calling the shots for decades whereas it seems as though the hales actually were.

so when you get down to it you can pretty much headcanon anything you want for how the exact specifics of how talia and peter are related but what we do know is talia was the older sibling and peter the younger.

peter doesn't actually talk about talia very much if at all. however, his monolog in monstrous is quite illuminating on peter's headspace while he was in a coma and pre-resurrection.

i predicted this. i told-i told talia this was going to happen... something like this was going to happen... i said that they were gonna come for us... " the argents, they're gonna come for us. they're gonna burn us to the ground-- burn us to the ground." did she listen? of course not! did anyone listen? they listened to her-- yes!-- say that everything was going to be fine. that we were all perfectly safe...perfectly safe... but she made us weak! she made us weak. and what happens to the weakest in the herd? they get picked off by the predators! we used to be the apex predators, until talia turned us into sheep.

with that said i do have my own ideas on their relationship given what we know. visionary is the episode that does the heavy lifting in the entire goddamn show in regards to this.

the age inconsistency comes from bringing back the younger actor from season 2 to play peter in visionary. it makes peter appear closer to derek's age than he actually is. i think it's almost part of peter's manipulations. it's his attempt to manipulate the audience as well just like he did lydia.

there's just simply no way talia hale didn't know about peter's everything. she was not only his older sister but she was his alpha. i think peter and talia may have been more similar than people want to believe.

peter is a lot of things. many of them contradictory. he loved his sister and clearly mourned her but that doesn't mean he didn't resent her just a little. he did still after all go with derek to retrieve her claws and i think there's something twisted up in him about how derek resembles her and begins to become more like her.

when you begin to sort of dig into what we know about the hale family the more one begins to question if talia was as benevolent as people assume she was. there's some seriously morally questionable things that occurred. talia did some shady things.

the real big one is that she coerced corrine into carrying her pregnancy with malia to term. the likely explanation is talia did this because she knew this would decrease corrine's power.

corrine is pretty explicit about this with what she says to malia:

you know, your real name isn't malia. you don't have a name. talia hale took you away from me before i could give you one.

and

corrine: i'm not going to stop, malia. i'm taking back what you stole from me. malia: i didn't steal anything. corrine: but you did. corrine: and I don't care if you're a willing participant or not. talia hale spent nine months trying to convince me of the miracle of childbirth. you know what it really felt like? a parasite. talia said it was a gift, that the coyote passes down part of her power to her daughter. she called it "beautiful." i call it "theft."

she also took peter's memories of malia's existence which considering peter's reaction doesn't seem like he had much say in. so in effect talia removed peter's agency.

she probably felt she had valid reason for doing these things. corrine was a threat and dangerous person but still it's really, really questionable. it still ended with malia's adoptive mother and sister being killed and malia going missing for years because corrine was vengeful over losing her power. talia was still alive when this happened.

of all people talia had to be aware of peter's -- you know -- everything and she probably held the leash. he wasn't a problem so long as she was the alpha and could control him.

talia also had to have been aware of and likely either approved of or encouraged him taking a mentor sort of role with derek. we see peter having a keen interest in derek in both visionary and the season 4 flashbacks.

like, who do we think ran off and told talia about what happened with derek and paige? who likely instructed peter on getting rid of paige's body and helping to cover up her death to protect derek and the family?

i actually fully believe she knew peter was skulking about the werewolf summit and may have even told him to do so.

talia is like the mona lisa smile of teen wolf. she's inscrutable but we get impressions about her and what she was like via the people that knew her. her children, her brother, her advisor and peers.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #talia hale #peter hale #i really need to continue to sort my meta but it's so daunting #i write too much about this silly show

[sunnixsunshine]

Vatican Cityyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! 🇻🇦he’s real and he’s old :)

Vatican City State // Stato della Città del Vaticano // Status Civitatis Vaticanæ

Giovanni D’Amico • he/him • February 11, 1929 • 1,642 years old (71 human years)

Originally born around 380 AD when Christianity was made the empire’s official religion by Emperor Theodosius. Would later, in 754 AD by the Donation of Pepin, be known as the Papal States until year 1870. Finally, in 1929, he would be known as Vatican City.

Vatican City is a multifaceted elderly man. A loving and strict father, one who prefers tough love over a soft and gentle touch— he’s honest about the world and it’s struggles, even to children, and doesn’t sugar coat it when someone needs to be straightened out/intervened. He’s a devoted catholic who was ordained in 1961; if you ask him why he didn’t become a priest earlier, he’ll avoid answering, starting a brand new conversation all together or just walking away without a word. He has his reasons. Don’t underestimate him, however, because of his charming smile and kind air, he can be pretty cunning and even manipulative when he wants to be. His father was the Roman Empire after all.

Vatican City gets along with most people he meets and is pretty optimistic most of the time, much like Veneziano is. But he can lose his temper, or be in frequent bad moods, over small inconveniences in similar ways to Romano. Unlike the boys, he has a very close personal relationship with Switzerland— meaning he can walk onto his property uninvited without being shot at or chased out. This is due to their history since 1506, when Pope Julius II asked the Swiss to provide protection during the Italian Wars.

His relationship with the boys are actually newly built. Before now, his longest and closest interaction with the boys was when they were children. So having more time with them now is a little out of place to Vatican City when last he saw them was when they were teenagers and now they’re fully grown adults. It is still a little difficult to remember that oh yeah Veneziano is no longer a toddler, I shouldn’t be babying him like this. Romano isn’t some kid anymore either, he’s old enough to make his own decisions now. They’re still his kids though so of course he’ll baby them sometimes. His relationship with Seborga is the same as the Italies’— although the boys have noticed he treats Seborga with a softer hand than he did when they were kids. Like Rome often did, he shows favoritism. And Seborga is “allegedly” his favorite.

He walks with a limp, which many are unsure how it was obtained, some assuming it’s France’s fault when he lived in Avignon and jokingly shun him for kicking such a “harmless kind soul”. The real reason he limps is because of a humiliating trip he took down a flight of stairs in 1312, a story he plans to take to the grave. Vatican City uses a sleek wooden cane, however it’s more for the aesthetics than for practical use.

Vatican City claims to be extremely humble and honest, but he does pride himself on his continuous unwavering faith. He doesn’t brag about it though. …..Not often. He’s always looking out to help those around him, however he isn’t actually that good of a listener so sometimes he can totally misread the situation and apply the wrong fix/advice. He’s got a bigger mouth than he does ears.

Hobbies:

Reading

Just barely keeping the house plants alive Gardening

Cooking

Notes :)))))

I made him old as a contrast to the Italies— wanted him to stand out and seem wiser than them without actually being wiser because let’s face it. None of these fuckers are very smart. I can’t decide specifically when he ages so rapidly like this, but I am leaning towards the mid 1700s. He does appear much older than Rome, who, when he fell, was roughly 55-65 human years in appearance(in my headcanon). Also, if I remember correctly, Hima did describe how he thinks Vatican City would look— old and grouchy— which I didn’t remember until like. After I finalized this design 2 years ago 💀 which is awesome! We need more grouchy old men nations! Wrinkles are hot too! /j? even with the grouchiness, I really wanted him to be more like Veneziano, so I kind of split it in half, VC sharing traits with both the Italies.

Final side note that I couldn’t make fit above— yeeeeeah he’s kind of homophobic but at least he’s the type to not voice his disapproval so loudly or tries to force his opinions on others. He kind of just awkwardly and uncomfortably leaves the situation or starts a new conversation if you bring up being queer. Its the topic he’ll avoid, not the person. He’s not transphobic tho, even if he does misuse pronouns sometimes. Well he doesn’t understand nonbinary or genderfluid identities. He’s….. he’s trying at least. I think he actually forgets Romano is a transman though— “My daughter? I have two sons- oooooh yeah. That- no I have two sons now.” Also he’s celibate. Has been for many many years, even before he was ordained.

Please correct me if I got any historical or otherwise facts wrong!

#hetalia #hetalia fanart #hetalia oc #hws vatican city #oc: vatican city #hws veneziano #hws north italy #hws san marino #oc: san marino #hws romano #hws south italy #hws seborga #hws switzerland

[bee-writes-n-spins]

Can I request headcanons for Yandere Chiaki Nanami x reader where Chiaki is super clingy but the reader doesn't mind because it makes her look cute, please and thank you

a/n - people asking me for characters other than nagito are my roman empire/j ~enjoy~

yan!chiaki would be quite interesting.

especially if she's just so adorably tired and clingy

say, for instance, when she lets you you two leave the house:

she must be touching you in some way at all times.

she leans on your shoulder and hugs your arm on the way there. she holds your hand while you walk around. when you look down to question it, she just giggles

"it's cause i love you, ____," she says with a dangerous glimmer in her eyes.

but you have to admit, her manipulation smile has a charm to it.

she also might drag you into a game stop. pointing out games newly released games she wants to play.

"____, look! it's the game i told you about! the one with the streamer girl the slowly goes insane and the parasocial relationships?" she chimes as she hugs you. what an oddly specific description.. out of the corner of your eye you see a nearby girl trembling in fear.

things that like happen often but she'll always remind you to never pay attention to it! it's just people being weird! and she'll always remind you with her hand in yours...

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #request #reqs open #chiaki nanami #chiaki x reader #danganronpa chiaki #yandere #yan!chiaki

[cygnustarth]

“Maybe the poison drips through,” Kendall said to Shiv. Logan's dead but maybe the poison drips through. And I watch in abject horror, with a pit in my stomach and the visceral urge to vomit as the three siblings all spiraled down to become the worst part of Logan. Maybe the poison drips through. Ken flew all over the place with his crazy ideas only to have all of them crashing and burning in front of his eyes because he wanted people to look at him and say that he's outdone Logan, because Logan would prove that he's the best and this is what Logan would've done. Maybe the poison drips through. Shiv secretly teamed up with Matsson to screw her brothers over from the back door because Logan was ruthless and this is what Logan would've done. Maybe the poison drips through. Roman supported a right-wing fascist to be the president because he only cared about the ratings and the company and he would sell democracy, hell, even the whole country for it, that's what Logan would've done. Maybe the poison drips through.

Logan's dead but maybe the poison drips through. Maybe the poison already dripped through. Logan's dead and Kendall’s the CEO but Kendall is an empty husk of a man raised only for power and could not, would not live without it. Maybe the poison already dripped through. Logan's dead and nobody is going to dangle his approval in front of Shiv anymore to get her to dance but Shiv already destroyed her relationship with Tom. Tom was the one who filled her with the love and recognition she wants but it’s not enough and it will never be enough because she can't recognize love when it's not transactional. Maybe the poison already dripped through. Logan's dead and nobody is belittling and abusing Roman anymore but Roman is a lost little boy looking for love, the runt of Logan’s litter and Logan toughened him up by hurting him and making him hurt the people he loves: hurt his siblings and hurt Gerri. Maybe the poison already dripped through.

Logan's dead but maybe the poison drips through. Maybe the poison will keep on dripping through. Kendall shaped himself for his entire life to be his father's heir since Logan promised the empire to him when he was 7. Kendall verbally and physically abused Roman in the name of love, pushed Shiv out and said it was him protecting her, lied to his siblings to get his way. Kendall became a monster. Kendall became Logan. But it wasn’t enough. The crown was snatched from him anyway. So in the end, he was left staring at the sea, having lost everything: the company, his siblings, his kids, and maybe he should throw himself inside, there’s nothing left for him to live for anyway. Maybe the poison will keep on dripping through. Shiv manipulated and backstabbed Kendall to snatch the crown from him but in the end it wasn’t hers, it was Tom’s. In the end, she ended up exactly as her mother whom she resented, the wife of the CEO and mother of the CEO’s baby, trapped in a loveless marriage and doomed to repeat the cycle of neglect and abuse. Maybe the poison will keep on dripping through. Roman was in a bar all alone, staring at the glass of Martini. In the end, he can't have his dad, he can't have his siblings, he can't have Gerri, he can only have Gerri’s drink. Maybe the poison will keep on dripping through. Logan pitted his children against each other all their lives and his death opened their gates. Here’s a glass fighting cage. Here are three golden children, three broken mirrors, three fighting dogs. In the end, what else could they do but tear each other apart while everyone watches?

Logan's dead but the poison drips through. It dripped through already and it will keep on dripping through. And here's the sad story. Here's the tragedy. We keep watching this show holding on to redemption, hoping that the siblings would somehow find love, and love conquers all, or so we thought, so the kids will somehow be alright. But it’s too late. It’s too goddamn late. The poison has been dripping through all along. The ending has been written in ink long ago, in the childhood videos where the children stood together and Logan always walked away from them. The ending has been writ in stone in Logan's mausoleum with four empty reserved spots: for the three golden children and Connor, the actual eldest son who was always ignored, yet he could not escape the trio’s ending anyway.

#succession #succession spoilers #kendall roy #shiv roy #roman roy #logan roy #meta #guess who's late to the succession party

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 21|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Let's be honest we've all thought about this image of Levi and it's been our Roman Empire since the episode aired. Something about injured men just hits different. Finally finally these two toxic lovers are going to meet up again and I can tell you I've really missed their dialogue and back and forth. I'm so ready for them to be back together again. Also Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday to Levi!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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The whole world seemed to stop all at once, war and senseless killing seemed all so pointless now, the trembling earth the fresh horror that they all had to face. Cracks in the walls gave way to chunks of debris raining down, causing screams of terror and fear as the helpless ran for cover. Gruesome faces of Titans peered through the cracks in the walls, their lifeless stares adding to the panic.

Evelyn knew this was all her fault, this is what she wanted but at what cost? Sure, it would only be Marley that suffered, but what would become of her own people? They could easily get swept along with the masses, all because she wanted to rid herself of her husband. She could've sucked it up and just stayed with him, not complained to anyone and none of this would have happened. What had she done? Was it still a worthy sacrifice, save the Eldian people at the expense of Marley. She wasn't as sure as she was once, although, it must be for the greater good.

"To all the Subjects of Ymir."

The voice took her back, took them all to that place where Evelyn made her terrible awful mistake. It seemed that all of her people were there at once, as if they all heard the exact same thing.

"My name is Eren Jeager."

His voice came from everywhere and only inside her head all at the same time, a booming voice that invaded all thoughts.

"I'm using the power of the Founding Titan to address all Subjects of Ymir. I've undone he hardening of the walls on Paradis Island and all the Titans entrapped within them have started marching. My goal is to protect the people of Paradis, the place I was born and raised. However, the world wishes the annihilation of the people of Paradis. Not just the people of this island, but until all Subjects of Ymir have been eliminated. I reject that wish. The Wall Titans shall trample every surface of the land outside of this island, until all lives existing there have been exterminated from this world."

And as suddenly as it came it was gone again, reality was all that was present once more. Just like how it had been when she woke from that place before, except now it was much worse.

Eren had lied, he promised it would just be Marley, a small part of the world sacrificed for the greater good. He never said he would take the entire global population with him. She didn't mean for this, she didn't mean for any of this to happen, she thought she was doing the right thing, she didn't want everyone killed because of her. But what could be done? The Titans were already marching towards the direction of the sea, and just one or two Scouts left alive would never be enough to stop the onslaught of Titans marching to doom humanity.

This is what she got for trying to be a hero, coward Evelyn would have stayed put where she was and none of this would have happened. Zeke and Eren would have been killed or stopped or something and none of this would've happened. She would be barefoot in pregnant being Levi's little wife, and sure she would have suffered but it would end with her. She could carry the weight of humanity's suffering on her shoulders.

All that was left to do now was to hide, like she always did, until it was finished. She wanted Levi, he'd have a solution. Even though she would ensure their relationship was nothing but mutual parenting and nothing more, she wanted to be comforted and held. Reality was too much right now, someone else needed to figure it out for once. She was just too tired of it all. ===============================================

Pain forced Levi to gain consciousness, mixed with that horrific dream about Eren. They had all been there, hearing the same words in their heads about he was going to genocide the entire earth, people he knew, people he didn't But he couldn't shake the sight of his wife among the crowd, staring with shock and with horror at the lines said. She looked like a frightened child that needed someone to take of her, time without him seemed to have taken it's toll on her, she needed her husband.

Slowly he sat up, Hange's worried eyes finding his as she tried to push him back down to relax. "Levi- just lie still-"

"Evelyn-"

"Sided with the Jeagerists I'm afraid, what she got out of it, I don't know."

"To get away from me, no doubt."

"She's been getting that bad? It's a good thing you made her retire like that, she couldn't handle the stress-"

"I suppose you're right."

"Do you...do you think she'll get any better?"

"I'm optimistic. One of these days she'll come around."

"What does this all mean for you two?"

"They probably made an unreasonable promise and the naive thing fell for it. I don't blame her." He stares at his hand, noticing the missing fingers. "Erwin?"

"Held prisoner who knows where, last I gathered from snippets of wandering Jeagerists they shipped him to Shiganshina for safekeeping until he could stand trial for his "crimes against Eldia"."

Levi scoffs. "Seems Commander Eyebrows has a habit of standing trial for bullshit claims."

"I suppose you're right."

They both fall silent for a moment.

"Hange, despite all this...don't hold any hard feelings against Evelyn, she's just misguided, she needs me as a constant in her life to make sure she stays stable."

Hange sighs before nodding. "I suppose."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Eren, destroying the whole world- how could he- can he not see-"

Levi lays back, pinching the bridge of his nose, another problem. "So that wasn't a dream."

"You heard it to?"

"I'm pretty sure we all did." Worry formed a knot in the pit of his stomach, he needed Evelyn here, he needed to know she was safe from harm with him. "Your little science project there, that for me? Going to pull be around? Good, you need to be a part of the action and I need to find my wife."

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It seems all anyone did was run and hide, there as nothing more to be done. With the Titans cleared of Shiganshina, even those who were seen as heroes of the New Eldia tried to bury themselves away from the constant noise of the marching feet.

Evelyn followed Floch wherever he brought her, as if she were some kind of trophy. And idol to be adored for her part in the Rumbling. Guaranteed he would've done more ass kissing if it was Eren who was around to receive all their praises. But it distracted her, made her feel better about being a murderer. Although the faces of Mikasa and Jean she could never meet. They were supposed to look up to her when they were cadets, and now what was there to admire? A selfish prick who condemned the world to die. Some leader she was.

Part of the Jeagerist's agenda was to sort through all of the military's old files and "find the secrets they kept from the people". Floch and the others firmly believed that there was something Pixis, Niall and Erwin had been hiding in their greedy offices. However with the former two dead and the latter holding up against torture to spill his secrets in their prison, it was up to those who could be trusted to manually go through each scrap of paper.

Evelyn had personally volunteered to go through Erwin's. She hoped deep down that there was something, some terrible awful that could ruin him like he'd ruined her. The bastard deserved everything he had coming to him. Plus, even Levi never trusted the man, there had to be something fishy going on.

As she read she understood that Erwin kept almost as many tabs on those he knew as Levi did. There were constant reports that had happened to not be submitted, witnesses to crimes against the Scouts being redacted or disappearing. Erwin was up to his elbows in shit just like his subordinates.

What caught her eye the most was the file on Levi. Curiosity got the best of her and she couldn't help but pry. There was so much she could learn about her husband during this temporary truce she had put up. Erwin knew him better than she ever did clearly, time Levi had paid Erwin off to have her put in his squad, times male Scouts who showed interest in her were suddenly killed on the frontlines of battle. And more interestingly, a string of murders her dearly beloved had committed.

Most of the male names didn't have a face to go with, but the females she all recognized. The various names of women who had either teased her or hit on the infamous Captain. Petra Ral was at the bottom of the deceased list since it was categorized from least recent to most. That name didn't cause her any guilt towards however.

The most interesting part was the sections about her. How Levi had essentially blackmailed Erwin into allowing the whole thing, but that was a strong word. It only took minimal convincing on Levi's part. What she didn't expect was the unfortunate accidents she had to cause herself. The various maids who she'd silenced to avoid Levi finding out about an infraction to his rules. While he was clearly the heinous one in this situation, her record was nowhere near clean either.

Evelyn took a moment or two to decide before folding the file in hald and sticking it in her jacket pocket. She was still wearing her green Scout uniform jacket, it seemed so pointless to wear now after all of this, but at least she could hold onto a part of her past. What was good, what wasn't tainted by corruption or greed.

The thought made her hurry out of the office.

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Self pity and sorrow came to an end when a knock on Evelyn's window jolted her out of her dreams of terror and destruction. Hange's face peered into the window in the dark of night, after everything that had happened Evelyn was surprised to even see her beloved friend again.

Quietly she opened the window, silently hoping no one else in the fort heard. "What are you doing here?" A small part of her wished Hange had come to kill her and rid the world of the monster that did this to them.

"Look Eve, I know you, you didn't want this, what Eren's doing, when we talked, back when we actually talked, you agreed that just destroying Marley was the way to go. I know you've been through some shit but there's no way you want this."

Evelyn couldn't help it, tears welled in her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. "I've made a terrible mistake Hange, Eren lied, he said it would just be Marley- It's all my fault, I'm being praised as some hero- I don't know what to do-"

A small smile plays on her lips, genuine relief and happiness coming to her face. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that. I thought you were too far gone." She takes her hands gently. "That my best friend was never coming back."

They both share a smile and brief hug, months of falling out over Levi's lies undone.

"What can we do? We're defenceless, and we have no way of stopping Eren It's all so useless!"

Hange waits for her to be done before adding. "Actually, we have some kind of a plan."

Evelyn didn't question who 'We' was, all she knew was that she had to atone for her actions. "Alright, I'm ready, what do you need me to do."

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Evelyn stood beside Jean as he faced Onyankopon and Yelena with a gun aimed at their heads, she told herself his was all part of the plan but the fear in their eyes made her gut churn with even more guilt. Staring at Jean made it twist more, upon explaining the situation to him, and Mikasa they had been quick to understand her point of view, too quick, she didn't deserve their forgiveness, they should have punished her.

Erwin wasn't to be tried today, he remained locked in his basement cell. Apparently Hange had made contact but they all agreed leaving him there would be their best course of action for now. The Jeagerists had no intention of killing him until the Rumbling was complete, so he was safe from danger. Erwin remained to content to support from the background, so the Jeagerists wouldn't suspect the plot to stop Eren. He was always good at that.

Right on schedule the Cart Titan captured them all in its huge jaws. This being the first time Evelyn had been in a Titan's mouth it was fear inducing to be sure, if she didn't keep her emotions in check, fight or flight might kick in and screw them all over. Best to stop and remain focused on what was to come.

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The ride wasn't short enough, spitting the passengers into the river as they reached their destination. They took their time washing off, making sure all of the stench of Titan was rid from their bodies. Evelyn stood, thoroughly soaked from the water, she froze in her tracks.

Alive and standing on the bank was her thought to be dead husband, the father of her child.

Levi had taken a hit, a good half of his face was bandaged as well as his hand which seemed to be missing a couple fingers. However the confidant posture and the glare in his eye ended her hope that a good bash to the head set his personality straight and turned him magically into a loving husband.

She had no choice but to face him. Maybe after he learned of what she'd done he'd finally dispatch her from this earth, freeing herself from its cruelties.

Slowly she approached until she was right in front of him, look up into his eyes and willing a look of stubbornness of indifference into her features.

"Levi."

"Wife." Was his curt reply.

"I see you lived."

"I see you're still being a bitch."

She rolls her eyes, she needed this to go well, she couldn't be too abrasive with all of this or else they'd never get anywhere. "Look. I don't have the time or energy to argue with you now."

"Glad you're being sensible." He looks her up and down. "You look well."

"I'll do us both a favour and cut the bullshit. I'm pregnant."

If he feels anything about it, he doesn't show it. "Is that so? Who's the lucky father?"

She grits her teeth in anger, she can't control it, her hand shoots out and slaps him on the cheek. "How fucking dare you. You know full well who's it is, after the shit you put me through, you would seriously say something like that!"

Levi's jaw muscle jumps but he doesn't react how she anticipated, he takes a moment, calms and then meets her eye. "Bad taste. I'm sorry."

She's caught off guard, he's never once apologized. "I- You're forgiven. Look, I can't raise this baby on my own, like it or not I need you. So I'm calling a truce, I'll comply, for now, for the sake of my child. Okay?"

He nods. "Alright." He was acting so odd it was driving her crazy.

"Is that it? The man obsessed with knocking me up silent now? Don't treat me any different I swear or I'll start actually tolerating you."

He smirks before grabbing her chin and pulling her in for a forceful kiss. "Better love?"

"...Better."

He takes her hand, leading her further in the woods while the others they left behind try to ignore the Captain and wife. Once within the safety of the forest he looks at her again.

"So you missed me then."

He was trying to sidetrack her, make her admit something she would regret. "No. I just need you, and why I no longer do I'll be rid of you."

"And how do you propose to do that?"

She reaches in her pocket and pulls out the file, holding it up. His eyes flicker with momentary fear so she doesn't have to explain what it is.

"I'll expose it, and you'll be done unless you play your cards right."

"You know you're in there too."

"Well, no one would convict me when I was clearly forced to by you and your actions."

"Were you? Because your own paranoia made you commit those crimes. It's okay love, I know you'll never expose it, you'll bury it so far."

"I could burn it and leave this place too, no past to keep me here."

"But then my crimes would be gone and I'd be free to come after you."

She stops, she didn't think about that.

"Face it, keeping it buried keeps you tied to me, burning it makes me free to come after you. Pick your poison sweetheart."

For now she returns the file to her pocket, she'd have to figure out what to do with it later.

"The point still stands."

"Does it now. All I've seen is I'm wearing you down." His hand traces her chin. "First you loathed me, now you need me, pretty soon you'll start desiring me."

"As if." She scoffs.

"Well, you have been without your husband for a long time, surely you're needy by now."

"Not for you."

"If you say so honey."

Damn him, damn his way of tearing apart her argument and provoking her, damn him for making her body scream for him the way it was now. Damn him, damn him, damn him!"

"I fucking hate you." She reaches for him, her mouth connecting with his in a sloppy kiss.

"You're no ray of sunshine either sweetheart." He falls backwards, pulling her down on top of him.

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

[deansmom]

I finally know what my Roman Empire is! It’s Taylor Swift’s personal life & mental health before the reputation era because my god, was that poor girl going through it.

John Mayer - potentially abusive dynamic/situation with an age & power imbalance

Jake Gyllenhaal - shitty, emotionally manipulative relationship with an age & power imbalance

Connor Kennedy - weird relationship with an age & power imbalance (she jumped from those two to this kid, was this just her trying get some of her power back & being like “yeah this is totally fine and normal and what happened to me was totally fine and normal” and then she woke up one day and realized she was 21 dating a 17 year old boy and was like “…fuck, maybe that wasn’t normal”???)

Somewhere around this time HER PARENTS GET DIVORCED, I believe cheating was the allegation

Harry Styles enters the picture and apparently their relationship was much more tumultuous than we knew

Her eating disorder enters the chat!!!

Keep in mind arrested development is at play here and the trauma of just being her & existing as a massive celebrity in this era

And this all plays into my fascination with the fact that Taylor has established herself a little trail of cheating on romantic partners while at the same time being a hopeless romantic like?? Bestie this is the antithesis to so many things about who you are as a person I understand people can have layers but like fuck, are you good? Are you usually this self destructive or is it a coping mechanism??? If her parents really did get divorced because someone cheated, and then she found out Harry was cheating and was like “😤 well fine, I can do it too 😤😤” and she just didn’t examine that any further because well if a parent did it, clearly it’s just a genetic flaw & it’s not her fault 🤷‍♀️

We’ll never know the answers to any of my questions until she’s like 70 and writes a tell-all, or one comes out when she’s dead, and I just wonder if she ever got to talk to someone about all of that. Because I would consider myself a relatively well-adjusted person, and I would’ve probably unalived myself somewhere around the ED spiraling. That’s a lot of shit to carry.

#tswift for ts #like… girl I get it being a person is messy I fully respect the honesty & the hustle #but you keep doing it?!?! is it for the plot?? is it a bit??? is it consensual??! I need context #personal

[serpentsirenn]

i tried and i tried

to quit you

but the smoke in my lungs

formed a sticky tar coating

and i’ve been coughing you goodbye

for two years

and now the end of withdrawal is near

this is your big MO

there nothing left you can do to me

i’m clean for the first time

since i learned things your way

here in the first light of the day

i see how i did what i had to do

cause i thought i was in love with you

and now,

i’m healing and fucking letting you go

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explanation/analysis of how i’m feeling:

(i’ve been super sleuthing in therapy and had a breakthrough where i realized that my relationship with my ex that i’m still in love with was all a trauma response and how accurately we were both reliving our childhood wounds with each other. very sad, like inevitable roman empire devastating early 20s relationship canon vibes so i’m not regretful cause i know i learned a lot from all of that experience through the love bombing and the withdrawal from him. i was fr emotionally addicted and grew dependent on him so quickly. i couldn’t see it at the time and it’s so sad to finally be where i am now and comprehend how i was manipulated but it’s also really nice to be able to have that realization and to be in a place with my self compassion that i forgive myself because i quite literally didn’t know any better. and i’m thankful for that relationship because without it i wouldn’t have come to the realizations and gained the self knowledge that i have because of it. if you’ve gone through/ are going through something like this whether it be an abusive version— which i’ve also been through with a different ex— or a penny method manipulation example like the one i describe here, know that it’s not your job to blame yourself for what people have done to you but you can break the cycle and synthesize love for yourself from yourself and through that you will plant roots of expectations to your friends and family of how to treat you and how to deepen those relationships without codependency. i deserve to love myself and to have people in my life who love me and value me authentically. and so do you!!! ♡)

#mine #poetic #female poets #poetry #poetsandwriters #my wrtitng #original poem #poetblr #writers and poets #writing #heartbreak #self love #loss

[star-of-waterdeep]

jinx and silco are my roman empire because No, their relationship wasn’t sexual but also Of Course It Was. she was his daughter and he loved her so much that he was willing to throw away his life’s work and Of Course she loved him too but also she hated his guts because He Killed Her Family and kept her away from her sister. and he was trying so hard to be a good dad for her and he was!! but also he was a terrible father and an even worse person and maybe he didn’t mean to manipulate her but it’s All He Knew so it’s all he did. and then she kills him and you just know she’s feeling a horrific rush of GuiltReliefGuilt because whoops daddy’s gone now and he’s All She Had.

#i know the formatting for this is kind of weird but i need you to trust me when i say that’s how they make me feel

[beigeshiba]

A conversation with my intrusive thoughts

Why didn't you go back to Twitter?

Multiple reasons rather than any short, single reason.

I go through these phases of phases of having a lot to say and phases of running out of things to say and deciding it would be a good idea for me to shut the fuck up and listen for a while. Around about when I got banned from Twitter, I felt like I had been repeating myself and running out of things to say and that it would only be a matter of time before people figured that out.

When I got suspended from Twitter, it came as a relief. The decision had been made for me and I could simply accept it, so I did.

I avoid trying to reenter places where it's been made clear that I am unwelcome. Even though the internet is a husk of its former self, it's still big enough that trying to get back into a site you've been kicked out of is a sign of unhealthy obsession.

Speaking of which, whoever finally suspended my account was so pissed off by me they nuked me from orbit. I wasn't suspended for TOS violation or hate speech or any of that stuff. They brought out the big guns: Platform manipulation.

I have never run alt accounts, tried to evade a ban or suspension or bought engagement, never needed to. Still, this meant I had to apply for a review to my suspension about half a dozen times to actually get a response and only recently, did I finally get a response. Yup, they're keeping the suspension permanent for TOS violations. Anyone surprised by that? I'm not. I was really just doing it to show that I tried and hadn't just given up on people.

What have you been up to since?

Mostly, getting my shit together IRL.

I've left behind a lot of things that were negative influences in my life: Melbourne, Victoria and the IT industry in particular.

I moved towards something more positive, a girl I met on Twitter and formed a relationship with kicked off initially by running a D&D campaign and then just talking a lot about religion and spirituality in DMs between sessions. She's currently being initiated into the Roman Church (she was brought up Wiccan, hasn't been baptised yet) and we're planning on getting married later this year.

OK but why are you on Tumblr, of all places?

Because the most obvious place that all the edgy dissident bois are going is Substack, which just makes it a big, tempting target the next time the Empire feels like swinging its dick around.

Meanwhile, nobody gives a fuck about Tumblr any more. The place is less moderated than 4chan and ever since the ban on pornographic content, the most toxic part of the userbase collectively fucked off to Twitter, because it was the next most lax social media platform for pornography. Sure, they'll make lots of bratty bottom noises about Elon letting a lot of people back onto Twitter whom they don't like, but frankly so long as that bunch of coomers can still share nudes, the place could turn into a carbon copy of /pol and they'd still show up. Addiction makes people do some pretty fucked up things.

Why were you away for so long?

For most of it, I simply felt I had nothing new to say, that was worth saying.

Now that I do feel like I have things to say, I'm rather worried that a lot of people who liked my content back on Twitter, aren't going to like the things I have to say now, because I've changed a fair bit.

I'm not going to pull any of that "I've grown up and become a better person" nonsense, because that's bullshit. I'm still a sinner in the eyes of God just as much now as I was back then. People just change as time goes on and that's as true for me as it is anyone else.

Some of the things I went through changed me a lot. The cyberpunk dystopian nightmare that was Melbourne's lockdowns and mandates radicalised me intensely against capitalism. Seeing the extent to which my government was nothing more than a service provider for the most wealthy, eagerly pimping everyone out to the highest bidder for such a tiny slice of the profits forcefully extracted, was a real eye opener. I'm never going to unsee the reality that this world I live in isn't my world, I just live in it for as long as the wealthy can profitably extract something they value from me.

For a lot of people in the dissident right, the idea that capitalism isn't their friend is a bitter pill they're just never going to be ready to swallow. They'll simp for vampire corpos to the bitter end because they've internalised that idea that every alternative to the status quo leads to mass death. I always knew that expressing that opinion was going to piss a lot of people off and have them grumbling that I've "gone commie" and frankly I didn't feel like disappointing people with that and dealing with the results of that disappointment.

I've never tried to hide the fact that I have read Marx and do find some of his ideas useful, in particular his conception of the dynamics of class struggle and particularly the concept of alienation. The fact that Marx's critique of alienation has been almost entirely abandoned by the contemporary left in favour of trying to defictionalise Ian M Banks "Culture" novels is one of my biggest disappointments with that part of the political spectrum.

Also, I don't think I'm ever going to vibe with people who think that "Dialectical Materialism" is anything other than the two stupidest ideas known to mankind doing a Dragonball Z Fusion Dance.

At the same time though, I fail to see how setting up a totalitarian state with even greater concentration of capital than we already have now, without any safeguards against abuse of power, is going to improve the lives of the common man. Because that's what the manifesto more or less proposes as a solution and while Marxism has moved on from a lot of things from the original material, it's clung to that vision laid out in the manifesto like a barnacle.

Why are you back now?

Well, I have things to talk about now, other than myself. I just wanted to get that out of the way for the sake of those who were curious.

What I have been getting into, during my extended absence, is studying the Western Esoteric Tradition in depth.

I am sure this concerns some. Just to make things clear: I am still Roman Catholic, quite orthodox in my beliefs and I am staying the hell away from sorcery and gnosticism. A lot of what I am studying frankly was pretty mainstream folk Christianity back in the Renaissance.

This said, it's been very healing for me in a lot of ways. It has helped cure me of the despair I had that ideology was a completely impotent force for improving our earthy lives. I still believe that to be the case, I've just learned to accept this without despair.

In particular, it's helped me to re-engage with the world from an enchanted perspective again, to see the world as a beautiful place full of non-human living beings. It's quite the improvement over seeing the taint of human sin ruining everything and letting it fill me with hate.

It's been odd, taking the teachings and wisdoms of Druids and Shamans and Taoists and using it to help bring me closer to God. Still, that's how it's turned out. And I feel like these understandings I have come to as a result of all this study are things that I have an obligation to share with people.

Because unlike all the piss and vinegar I was venting out with my political hot takes on Twitter, this might actually improve people's lives in some way instead of just being some sound and fury which recognised the pain other people were feeling.

[fantastic-artemis]

I am experiencing turbulent times in my life (aren’t we all, all the time) and when this happens I spiral into Supernatural fanfic. Currently reading my old favorites but was hoping some kind people coul rec me some new ones. My top tier SPN fics are dual Destiel/Sabriel fics that are just. Wish-fulfillment mostly. Like classic monster of the week type of deal with Wacky Relationship Hijnks. Also open to serious plotted fics but, like, I never watched past season 7 so a lot can get lost on me. Basically anything that totally diverges from canon into an actually entertaining and engaging story is my cup of tea here. 

Gonna list some of my favorites so y’all get the idea BUT ALSO because I love them with my whole heart and think everyone should read them

- Without A Trace by MalMuses. This is the most fic ever. It went so much farther than I ever expected it to and it was so awesome. People die, people die again, they go to Hell, more people go to Hell, and they also love each other to an absolutely apocalyptic degree. Heavy Destiel with side Sabriel but just. Chef’s kiss. It has been 2 years since I read this and I still think about it like monthly. “When Sam disappears during a hunt gone horribly wrong, Dean and his angel Castiel follow a trail of clues that lead them back through Sam’s past. Will Dean be able to save Sam from his history – and will Cas be able to save Dean from himself? Nothing is a simple as it seems for Dean and Cas. Luckily, they have some great friends (and unexpected allies) willing to help them through it.”

- In All Your Borrowed Finery by vanishingact. Wing!Fic except Sam and Dean get the wings and Gabe and Cas have to teach them how to use them while they also hunt the monster of the week. And Gabe is being manipulated by Metatron the whole time. This one was just cool. Both relationships were given equal time, they interacted with each other, and the monster of the week was really well thought out and interesting to read, which is something I always struggle with as a fic writer, so I love when others pull it off. Also the author includes original artwork?? And its So Good?? “Dean finds an interesting symbol in Kevin's angel tablet notes and, against Sam's counselling, uses it in the heat of battle with a pair of angelic assassins. Side effects include pain, disorientation, and uncontrollable new appendages for the Winchesters. A disgruntled Castiel and a delighted Gabriel show up to help. Hunting (and life) gets interesting when wings are involved.”

As The Romans Do by Relucant. This is literally just 36 chapters of destiel/sabriel porn with plot but I adore it so much because its just the Winchesters Chilling. With people they love. It also has a lot of sweet moments and just kind of meanders with no real beginning or end. They just took an impromptu vacation with some angels and its Good. “You should duck under the big waves. Pass right over you instead of knocking you over.”Cas looked uncertain, shifting as small waves splashed against his stomach. He held out his hand. “Would you do it with me?”A hundred innuendos flashed across Dean’s brain, followed by another hundred sarcastic chick flick moments retorts, but he looked at Castiel standing in front of him with the grey-green Atlantic licking at his skin and the moon reflected in those unearthly eyes and the sea breeze doing things to that stupid fucking hair, and he was privately sure in that moment that if Cas asked him to rebuild the Byzantine Empire and give it to him in a shoebox he’d be booking a flight to fucking Istanbul tomorrow.Instead he reached out and grabbed Cas’ hand.”

I know this is long as fuck I just like to gush about these fics whenever I can. Drop me links to new things, I haven’t read fic in two years so I’m sure I’ve missed some good stuff

#spn #supernatural #destiel #sabriel #me

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You Have Been Lied to about the True Meaning of the Bible Whether we choose to believe in it, the information that awakens humanity from our millennial slumber will nonetheless manifest in reality. Many people have already noticed a change in their belief system. It doesn’t take much insight to understand that humanity has been deceived through the Western teachings of Christianity. Specifically all Christian churches that have adopted the Bible as compiled by the Roman Empire and still exist in the majority of Western Christianity. The difference between the truth involved is the difference between “faith”in God and “knowing” God through personal experience.   It’s easy to reject this concept of having a personal relationship with Almighty God, as we Christians have been deceived and intentionally misled by these Christian dogmas, the rhetoric of the church that has demanded its patrons believe what they’re told to believe. Such beliefs which have been formulated by Church Theology and little else. That is, instead of allowing each person to discover their own truths about God we have been taught that “faith alone” is all we need. It’s natural to think if this “knowing” were true; if it is possible, then: why haven’t we heard about it before? This question can be fully answered by looking at the History of the Roman Catholic Church which compiled the Scriptures that we have in the Holy Bible. For 600 years the Roman Catholic Church embraced their devoted practice of murdering every enlightened soul that actually were able to reach this “knowing” of their own Divine Nature and their ability to receive insights and healing from God and God’s Angels. Some of these groups of dedicated souls were known as the Gnostics —which gnosticism is defined as “knowing.” Also the Chaldeans and the Knights Templars followed the gnostic path and all were relentlessly pursued and put to death by the Catholic Church. We may dismiss all of this as irrelevant and “ancient history” but such a supposition is fatally flawed. The Vatican’s so-called Holy Inquisition lasted for approximately 600 years, only ending in the early decades of the 1800s. Not so ancient in my opinion. These facts are all recorded and easily found as public records in libraries and even the internet. Fear and doubt have always been the staunch beliefs holding humanity in chains, unable to see accurately and truly. In my opinion, this is why we can find so much fear based beliefs within the theological dogma of the Catholic Church. The Good News is even all the powers in Creation cannot stop the unconditional love of God from reaching the souls that have awakened. Jesus gave us the true teachings to enlighten us and allow us to commune with our angels, the universe and Almighty God. These are seen in the life of Christ, as: unconditional love for all souls, even our enemies, non-judgement of others, and helping others. These most critical teachings were deliberately hidden by the Roman Catholic Church and were adopted by other Christian denominations through no fault of their own, but through deception and ignorance. Those of us who are able to embrace these ancient truths are being called upon to seek this knowing and enlightenment and share the indelible Truth of the limitless Divine Love of our Creator. Understanding that the deceptions of sin, judgement and punishment are man made concepts created to manipulate and control people. That Almighty God is unadulterated unconditional love and never judges us or punishes us. That as God’s Children it has come the time to help others understand and embrace God’s light of unconditional love. This is now more important than it has ever been as we have now entered into a light that will awaken mankind. Every soul will be called upon to embrace the light or choose to remain on their own path of spiritual evolution. Of course, countless truths remain in the Holy Bible, and what is happening in the world for the following six years will be what Christians know as the separating of the Wheat from the Chaff. Remembering, however, that there is no punishment and no such place as the fictional eternal hell, but only God’s Love. Thus there are no “wrong choices” , only spiritual evolution through experience and learning. The blessings and the Abundance of Heaven go out to all of Humanity in every country and all peoples.  With my plea to remember to seek and you will find, to knock and the door shall be opened. We all will make it back home through God’s boundless love and wisdom. Joy is a soul’s natural state.

#youtube

[pynkhues]

I got so excited seeing you post about Succession, I am absolutely obsessed with everything about that show from the writing, to the performances, to Kendall fucking Roy. Would love to hear any of your takes or analysis on the Roy siblings.

Oh my gosh, me too, anon. I'd been watching the eps a few at a time and when I got halfway through s2, I started watching them one at a time just because I didn't want it to end! It's been a crazy long time since I've done that, and it was such an invigorating feeling to enjoy a show that much to want to draw it out again. I finished s2 a few days ago and am halfway through a rewatch already, haha, and I am SO. HYPED. for s3.

It's so well written and like you said, the performances are top-notch (Jeremy Strong ridiculously deserved his Emmy last year, oh my god), and just the pay off with plotlines and character arcs is unreal, even if that pay off often hurts. I think it does such a great job of showing how filthy rich they are too, but making no part of their life aspirational? Which is a hard line to walk. They're all so miserable and traumatised and disconnected and lonely and they're destined to stay that way because they have no emotional tools to do or be otherwise. It hurts, but it's so frequently what they deserve too, and that gets so tangled up and twisted. I love it.

And man, the Roy kids!! Putting some broadstrokes analysis / opinions under the cut, because omg, I feel like I'll be talking for 1,200 years otherwise, haha.

Connor Roy

Legit obsessed tbh. When I was growing up, my mum was a huge Spin City fan, so she used to park me and my sister on the floor in front of it with toys while she watched, and as a result I think I have this really warm response to Alan Ruck, haha. He's fantastic in this, and lends the right amount of vulnerability to Connor.

I love that there's this push-pull with him as kind of an outsider, but also not? Like he's there at the table, to borrow the phrase from Tom, but there's very much this feeling that it's a courtesy or formality to Logan's previous family (and god, I'm dying to know more about his mum / Logan's first wife), but that doesn't stop this deep rooted need that Connor shares with his siblings for their father's validation.

I think a lot about what Connor says to Kendall in the s1 finale about how anyone can have a million dollars, but right now, with Logan's empire, they're somebody. It's this sort of tangled disconnect from reality (anyone can have a million dollars??) but also his desire to be seen broadly, but more specifically seen as Logan's son, that I feel really grounds Connor's arc, and I feel like he's just going to get louder and louder about it, especially with his presidential run getting closer.

Kendall Roy

Okay, okay, okay, I know that he's an absolute nightmare and a terrible human, but oh my goooooddddd, I love him as a character. I saw it in somebody's tags on a gifset, but I love this set-up where Logan keeps Kendall on the shortest leash, but it's a leash all of his siblings, despite themselves, want to be on. That's awful, but so indicative of the toxic way that Logan's raised his children.

There's also a great quote from Jeremy Strong somewhere, and I can't find it now, but to paraphrase, he said that the whole family is raised on this idea of strength and power, and Kendall's sort of a case study in strength not being his native language. It's so true, and I think Kendall's smart and resourceful and quick on his feet, but he's also so often desperately trying to wear a costume of who he thinks he should be.

I don't think he's weak (in fact, I think he's really resiliant), but he's definitely a fragile character and an addict, who nakedly needs nurturing that no one is willing to give him, least of all his mother (which, god, that scene when he tries to talk to her in the UK destroyed me) so instead he pretends to mould himself into the perceived image of his father and fails every time.

It's brutal to watch, especially when you see other characters know that and use it to manipulate him. Hell, his own father pretends to nurture and protect him (and I think kind of genuinely does too? But it's so warped?) the whole of s2, and it brings Kendall closer than ever before. It's painful, and affecting, and it's just this manifestation of trauma in a hopeless, cringe-inducing package, haha.

Roman Roy

Another nightmare baby I tragically love, hahaha. I actually think Roman's had one of the most interesting arcs on the show and one of the few that seems to be positive? Like his tendency to not take anything seriously so that he never truly fails was pretty fun in the first season, but to see that evolve into someone who's green but has great gut instincts, and is good when he lets himself be and when he lets himself try, is really invigorating narratively, especially as the other characters all slip further down morally and/or stagnate.

I'm loving the way that it's sort of cannibalising itself though too with him and Geri's relationship suddenly, um, pivoting, hahaha, and especially the way she's honed in on him getting off on being demeaned. There's something really fun about the one character clawing his way up masturbating to being told exactly how low he is.

Plus Kieran Culkin is a gem.

Shiv Roy

Sarah!! Snook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've had a huge crush on her since Not Suitable for Children so was already totally delighted to see her in this, but oh my god, she's so good, and Shiv is so awful in so many wonderful ways. I love that she's kind of like Kendall in the way she pendulums between extreme competence and the most mortifying self-sabotage, and the way she's a very specific sort of insecure. Logan never asked her, y'know? Not really, and the way she knows she's his favourite, but knows that being his favourite without the validation of succession doesn't mean anything.

In a lot of ways, she encapsulates the show's themes and Logan's abuse in the best way, because she has what her brothers want. Her father loves her more openly than he does any of them, but that love isn't enough, because Logan's made sure it never will be. It's not a true love after all, because Logan loves them, but he loves none of them more than himself and his legacy, and being given the latter is what they've all been convinced will make them happy when it never will.

Nothing will.

It's just so good and so painful, and I'm in love with it all.

#i hope this makes an ounce of sense anon #i am still extremely in my feelings haha #hbo succession #connor roy #kendall roy #roman roy #shiv roy #welcome to my ama

[spac3-em0]

Hi due to some things happening I’d like to say a few things about the webcomic The Glass Scientists because I keep seeing lies about it.

First off, if you don’t know, TGS is set in VICTORIAN LONDON because it’s a mad science fantasy comic with a dark academia twist. This is extremely important to the story, considering how easy it is to set things on fire, how the two of the three main characters have a shitton of Victorian repression, and how Hyde, the other main character, came to be in the first place.

Now, I’ll be talking about Hyde’s actions/what happens to him throughout the comic, the way Sabrina, the author represents POC, the two white main characters and how that’s not a bad thing, the claim that it’s a bad representation of D.I.D, when consuming problemactic media becomes a problem/why problematic media is needed, and finally what is and isn’t a lie. And, spoiler warning for the entire comic.

Edward Hyde’s Actions and the Plot Points Surrounding Him

Edward Hyde is the on and off narrator for TGS, and is also, in my opinion, one of the main characters. His actions have greatly befitted the plot, from when he manipulated Jekyll into letting him go free for a night so he could visit Blackfog, when he set a third of London on fire on accident, when he started using “nightmares” to torture Jekyll into letting him out to go to Blackfog again, him discovering he could take control of Jekyll’s body, becoming what my friend and I call Green Eye, and finally Rachel and Hyde’s relationship which started before the comic even began. These are just the ones off the top of my head, but there are more.

I’ll talk about Rachel and Hyde’s relationship first, because it’s used as a plot point multiple times. At first glance, it could appear that Rachel is abusive towards Hyde. One could make that arguement, and I only slightly agree. The reason for Rachel’s actions towards Hyde is because her deceased little brother, Eli, looks an awful lot like Hyde. Rachel blames herself for Eli’s death, and believes if she was there for Eli more he wouldn’t have died. This is explained by Rachel’s older brother, Patrin, to Hyde. I don’t believe Rachel is trying to be abusive, commonly people don’t realize their actions are, in fact, abusive. That gives others time to show them the error of their ways (However, there are people who know they’re being abusive, and that is not a good way to view the world). Rachel is not intending to abuse Hyde in any way, she simply believes that she can “rescue” Hyde from a life of crime and thievery, doing what she couldn’t with Eli. This, in and of itself, is not bad. Their relationship is only slightly toxic. If Rachel can get over Eli’s death, and stop blaming herself for it, I’m sure their relationship will be less toxic.

Now onto the things Hyde does. Hyde is meant to be a bad person. Hyde is everything Jekyll’s repressed, and clearly Jekyll has had some nasty thoughts. It’s also good to keep in mind that neither Hyde nor Jekyll are a full person. Jekyll drinking the HJ7 split his personality in two. Both Hyde and Jekyll are missing important parts of themselves, so, in my opinion, neither of them could be classified as a full human, but they are the same person. I bring this up because Hyde relied on Jekyll to take care of maintaining looks, paying bills, and other responsibilities that Hyde didn’t want to deal with. And Hyde has been shown hating the idea of being trapped. So, what does Hyde do? He manipulates Jekyll into giving him what he wants. But we run into a problem when people expect Hyde to be perfect and a saint. That isn’t his character at all. His character is supposed to be considered evil by Victorian society. So he’s not going to be unproblematic. He’s based off the book Hyde, who literally trampled a little girl and committed murder. The explanation I just listed is the reason behind most of Hyde’s actions throughout the story, and they commonly carry the plot forward.

Sabrina’s POC Representation

I’d like to go on record and say that the representation in TGS is nice to see, however I am white myself. I’ll be going off of what I’ve heard other POC say about the representation, and my own personal opinions. The main criticism I see is Lanyon and Lucy being portrayed as black stereotypes. Except they aren’t. First off, Lanyon isn’t even a full black man. He’s biracial (half white half black). I’m not too sure about Lucy, but given the fact she is darker than Lanyon I believe she is a full black woman. Neither of them play into stereotypes. Now you could say that Lanyon is the gay black best friend, except that would be diminishing him to half of his racial identity, his sexuality, and his relationship with Jekyll. The comic is good at showing that Lanyon doesn’t fit that mould perfectly, or in fact at all. Lanyon’s actions are fueled by the want to keep the Society for Arcane Sciences afloat, and keeping Jekyll alive and well. His sexuality also plays a role in the plot because before the comic started, it’s shown that Lanyon and Jekyll clearly have a history, and as you read further you can infer that it was sexual in nature. Why would a straight man in Victorian London sleep with a man?

Now, onto Lucy. We don’t know a lot about Lucy, but we do know that she was poor as a child, and was able to create an empire of thieves and provide housing, childcare, and income to a lot of women. Now, tell me how that’s playing into a stereotype for black women. Or, really, black people in general. From what I’ve researched, a lot of stereotypes about black people are rooted in racism and slavery. You could argue that because Lucy’s a thief, it’s negative and racist. But if Sabrina was racist, wouldn’t Lanyon also be a thief instead of being well off? And wouldn’t Lucy not have been able to create something of this magnitude, because the entirety of London knows about her empire.

Another criticism I saw is the fact that Rachel’s name doesn’t fit her race. And that Eli being a thief is a negative stereotype. As far as we know, all of Rachel’s blood-bound family is Romani. But here’s the catch, we don’t know if Rachel’s parents are immigrants or not. They could have very well have been raised in London themselves which is why Rachel has her name to begin with. I’m not entirely sure about the Eli stereotype, but I know it wasn’t meant to be like that. Eli is meant to be like Hyde, and Hyde has problematic traits and does problematic things. It’s supposed to be a parallel between the two, which is why Rachel acts the way she does with Hyde.

Why Having Two White Men as Protagonists Isn’t a Bad Thing

I know I’ll get backlash, but not every piece of media needs a POC main character. Especially not when it’s set in Victorian London. However even with my first statement, in TGS there is a biracial gay man as a protagonist. And even though Hyde and Jekyll are white and are men, they aren’t straight. Jekyll is bisexual and Hyde is pansexual. So there’s still some representation for the LGBTQ+ community, which I am a part of. I’m a transgender man and bisexual myself and I like seeing bisexual men be represented.

Why Jekyll and Hyde Isn’t the Thing You Turn to for D.I.D Representation

J&H was never meant to be D.I.D representation. And even if it was, it was written in the times where people were sent to asylums for briefly thinking they heard something when they didn’t /not serious, joking. As someone who has two systemmates, I can assure you that J&H isn’t meant to be D.I.D representation. And if people are trying to claim it is, you should maybe just try and talk to them to see where they’re coming from.

Problematic Media

Consuming problematic media doesn’t make you a bad person. Creating it doesn’t make you one either. It becomes a problem when the person or you creating it tried to romanize certain toxic behaviours, or claim problematic actions are perfectly okay. We need problematic media because we don’t know the story behind it. The person making it could just be venting and trying to heal, or if they write a success stories, like I do, it creates a well of hope in them. Because they believe if this character can do it, then so I can I. Now, how does this tie into TGS? Characters in the comic have shown behaviours that are problematic. Rachel, Hyde, Frankenstein, Moreau, and even Jekyll to an extent. However, their behaviours are framed in a way that puts them in the wrong, but they aren’t bad people, aside from Moreau.

What is and isn’t true?

TGS is not a “yaoi uwu gay soft bois” comic.

Characters are allowed to be problematic because no one is perfect.

No one’s sexualities have been the butt of any jokes.

No one has been sexually assaulted within the events of the comic or what has been shown.

Lanyon and Lucy are not black stereotypes.

Hyde and Jekyll being white and men aren’t a problem.

#the glass scientists #tgs