#i hate being smart sometimes...

[villainousundertones]

Feeling very much like everyone hates me rn 😕

[kiyomitakada]

[to the tune of where is the justice's first lines] this world is rotting from the surface to the core / am i the only one whose life feels like a chore / this whole society needs someone for repairs every day's a little worse and i don't think anyone cares

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[marshmellowtea]

listen i like robert whumping chris as much as the next guy but i don't like when people treat it as evil villain robert enacting torture on a hapless victim chris that's not their relationship.........the push and pull is vital to their dynamic.......robert pushes too far sometimes yes but chris usually is able to push back in some capacity and even get some jabs back in sometimes that's what makes their dynamic so compelling.........chris is also an Asshole they're two Assholes in love and the Beef is how they express that

[comic-sans-chan]

I adore how unhinged Garak is about the people he likes, because there's this theme of them being similarly unhinged. Like that colleague from the Order in Second Skin that he had to shoot and was like, "Aw :( ...Well Anyway" about. Or like Tain and Mila, both crazy bitches, imo. Or his last remaining contacts on Cardassia who he called up in In The Pale Moonlight who were all down to raid the Dominion’s underwear drawer at the drop of a hat. Like that's what Garak is used to. He likes excitement, he likes a bit of malice, he likes some cunning. And that's part of what makes Garashir so goddamn funny is Julian is actually a bit of a cunning, malicious little shit sometimes. If you watch the series knowing Julian's an augment, these moments come up all the time where it's clear he's fucking with people for his own amusement. Taking people for a bit of a ride just to see what happens. Then ofc there are all the gross incel fuckboy moments, but. 

I just love the idea of Julian going on some insane borderline villainous monologue about something or other and Garak sitting there with hearts swirling around his head. Don't get me wrong, Garak loves Julian for his goodness first and foremost, but Julian's not perfect and I think that makes the ship so much more interesting because I can't really see Garak finding most of Julian's worst flaws anything but thrilling. We go on about Garak loving Julian's infodumping and argumentativeness, but after the augment thing comes out, I think he equally enjoys watching Julian play dumb with people and Knowing he's playing dumb. It compliments his own Just a Simple Tailor routine so perfectly. They're just normal men. Just innocent men.

[lazaruspiss]

my sibling is starting to write fic and it's so. like they've been drawing for forever and never seem insecure about art. but writing is still new to them! so the fic isn't working how they want it to. i got to point at their pile of like, 20 something filled full size sketchbooks and go, look, you've made all this art, practiced all this time to be good. and how many things have you written? 3? you keep going! you keep doing it and it will be countless one day!

[inkats]

my boy-coded behaviour for most my life makes my exploration of gender due to newfound freedom era lean more into feminine things but my anti-capitalist feminist value system makes this feel like a betrayal of my moral code.

[trans-estinien]

whenever people dont like a thing (stormblood, dawntrail) that i like sometimes i feel stupid for liking it. but then its like. actually no i just dont have the haters spirit. i enjoy things even if theyre bad. im having fun and chilling and doing what i want. im not stupid.

[grinkubus]

Remind me to make a whole spreadsheet about my dmc headcannons when I forget again and when I'm not too scared that an angry mob will come to find me because oh boy do I have some hot takes

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Moods to be noted.

(@quibble-auk first time trying to write for Tendon and Nova, the bastard. Maybe I did him some justice, and this isn't too confusing. All those who find this without context, Nova Prime is horrible and deserves to suffer. Meet Tendon.)

Tw. Abuse, manipulation, Nova Prime. Yes. He is his own warning.

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This planet stank of heat, of metal. So did the tyrannical monsters he served.

His claws made no noise as he slowly made his rounds around the table of generals, keeping his black eyes locked on discussion between the large organisms.

They spoke of ratifying and uniting borders, the merging of peoples to their will. Every gesture was one made in slight arrogance as the mechs spoke of the phrases that would turn the masses. Lips firm in neutral lines as to not anger their cold king, who sat firmly at the beginning of the glowing waterfalling graphs and charts. 

Horned and regal their master did not take kindly to over emotional constituents. Many a general had been pinned to the board because he allowed too much excitement to enter his voice, or even worse. Apprehension.

Those who quivered in fear, any who twitched with a wince at the topics brought forth to be butchered and cleaned by their counsel, were removed. One young mech had been firmly dismembered, for as the Lion had put it hours later when the pretender removed his heavy armor, “Tainting the purity of their path with cowardice.” It had almost been a sad sight, the tactician of all things dragged off for the arenas after the meeting.

Later, he was indeed killed by a larger member of their species. Broad dark and vicious, the gladiator had no mercy in gutting the starling colored mech.

The pretender was always among the meeting members to see such events, allowing himself to melt within the shadows of the room and listen to all that happened. Odd for a slave,  but the watcher had full liberty at the table. To get as close as he wished if anything of importance caught his eye, and to comb through the reports and ideas to form his own counsel.

Mechs stiffened ever so slightly as he stalked past, the glow of his eyes tracing along them, digging and scraping their ideas clean. The few who had grown accustomed to his gaze still felt a pull of tension in their backs.

Their prime soon raised a hand. Sick of their babbling, and with that gesture, the generals and aids were dismissed. 

As the counsel meeting ended, the large titan at the end of the table did not stand. His bright white blue optics narrowed in thought as his rats scrambled from their spots.  His shadow did not leave, waiting as the final dregs of his master’s think tank left.

“Tendon.”

With that he walked forward, the deep rumble of Nova prime’s voice was not to be ignored. Not that Tendon could.

In calculating steps the feathered male waltzed around the maps and charts, the stench of the electronics making him wrinkle his nose. Soon the prime grew tired of the thoughtful silence.

“Well? I don’t allow your tongue to stay in your jaw just to lick bones clean.” It was a sharp jab and a warning, Tendon cleared his throat.

“I believe the mechs you employ are foolhardy,” The prime stiffened at the insult to his staff, not because he cared for them but that they were his. “ Those in the southern reaches of the city are restless for a reason, your promises will never be enough to wipe away the blood stains that decorate your courts, show them the prospers of expanding when their own are starving.”

The prime was leaned forward, his thick shoulders hard from military service, an unflinching block of metal. “The path laid for me to lead down is not for the weak, those who cannot survive are not what we need to build this world back with honor.”

Tendon sneered slightly, his fleshy lips twitching with distaste for the mech in front of him. He kept it to himself rather well. “Your path will look like it is paved with the corpses of the loved, not of virtue.”

Nova slammed a large fist onto the table cracking it in his displeasure, his pet did not flinch when the lion stood sharply to tower over him.

“You grow insolent Tendon.” 

One of the large hands rose from the table threateningly.

“And your dogs grow narrow and thin my lordship, they do not have the jaws to  snap at an enemy,” Tendon knew from the flash in Nova’s optics he had allowed too much to fall from his lips, the honest counsel too brusque for the prime’s darkening mood , he switched tactics instantly. 

Forcing his face to soften as if catching himself. “I only want your cause to have strong backs my lord, God at our feet deserves his strongest at the helm beside you.” He could smell the way the angry heat seeped out from the king, so he lowered his head keeping himself soft, like a dog licking the chin of his master in apology. “ I deeply apologize, my passion overrode my mind, my prime.” 

Tendon felt bile rise in his throat at the submission, it took meters of control to keep his slitted tail firmly between his legs.

Nova huffed angrily, the servo lowering and snatching the pretender by the chin. Tendon forced himself to stay calm, keeping his expression neutral. Hot breath fanned his face as the mask slipped back, a scarred face pitched in a frown, “Don’t speak as if you know Primus’s will creature, you are a tool given to me. Never forget I made you, you are mine.”

Tendon felt his flesh writhe with hate, rage unlike any other. But he lowered his eyes submissively, “Yes my lord..of course.”

The large mech ran a thumb down his crest of feathers, scowl deepening.  Tendon willed himself to not flinch or allow his stomach to empty at the contact. “You are however correct in your observations, they’re spineless.” Those thick fingers tightened, Tendon’s jaw trapped in the Prime’s grasp. “Don't let that go to your head, Pet. You may be favored, but your silver tongue won’t keep you safe if you try to use it against me again.” 

Ah so he had been caught, Tendon had been stupid and arrogant to assume his jailer wouldn’t notice his sudden shift. Damn him, Tendon wanted to snarl. Rip the lines from that well groomed hand. But he had to choose wisely, Nova would stamp out his rage with a beating not worth what little pain Tendon could inflict. He was very, very lucky Nova found his talents amusing, and did not catch him often.

Much to the pretender’s relief, the servo dropped.

The mech moved to stalk towards the covered window to the city skyline, Tendon followed ten steps behind his face burning from the slimy touch the prime had given him. This was a dance they waltzed, Tendon being the snake the lion knew he had a good grip on under his claws.

Nova had taken him as a prize, a gift from his god to help further his work. Tendon knew he had to tread lightly with his manipulations of the king, Nova’s ego  however rather enjoyed being licked on the chin by the pretender. It sometimes soothed his bad moods to have the young male back down so easily after doing something out of line, made him feel like the world was still on the tips of his fingers. 

Tonight was not one of those nights, Tendon stored the tense twist in the prime’s shoulders away as a sign to the mood. To maybe help him from slipping in the future.

Sometimes however, more and more, Nova believed Tendon’s manipulations of mood. When he was tired, high off some victory. Those whispers made that ugly face smile with a hungry smirk. He would run those blood soaked hands down Tendons head and smile. Believing he was a savior.

 Tendon ground his teeth, why would he not? He had saved him, yes? Gave him a place at his shoulder to help further the world ruled by the one true good force, his god.

Tendon had begun to hate that god, whatever religion that monster he danced with followed with so much heart he had no more for the rest of the world. 

The pretender felt himself ache with the need to kill, to rip and tear and demolish the monster who had him so bound. But instead of doing such, Tendon lowered his head respectfully, staying firmly behind his master.

Nova prime without glancing gestured for his slave to continue on with his counsel, scarred lips perked in a cruel look that said for Tendon to watch his tongue.

[nico-fanatic]

me when nico is only ever portrayed as a loser idiot edge lord who can’t do anything as if he hasn’t repertory proven to be very intelligent, insanely strong and capable, and perfectly able to fight for himself

me when nico is flanderized by the fandom AND the fucking author

[muontron]

It’s so hard to be exceptional while being normal in a family full of exceptional people . and I really don’t wanna seem like that “smart kid that complains over getting a 98% instead of 100” but those 2 points really matter in the grand scheme of things especially when the 98 is instead an 88 and when I have a pathetic average of Bs and the occasional A and whatever seems so bad compared to my genius family members and it sucks that because of one singular weakness I’ll never be as good as them, when I was raised so well qwith so many more opportunities than them anf yet I still do worse. why? ill never know and it’s making it hard to give it my all

[proxythe]

i cant lie one of my toxic traits might just be that i ignore anything (mostly fanon) about akihiko that makes him seem overtly stupid as fuck. i accept and welcome him being a bit clueless, self destructive, or slightly out of touch when it comes to certain things ofc, but when there’s anything that makes it seem as if he genuinely lacks common sense or acts a way that he needs to be babysat about, i straight up ignore it. breaking my silence im sorry

[fitzrove]

Men's literary autofiction is about the boundaries of consciousness/life/death, how hard it is to be a genius artperson, professional identity, universal questions of choice and morality, etc. Women's literary autofiction is about trauma, parents, children, heterosexuality and mental illness 🤩🤩

[key0-m0ve-al0ng]

Me pondering: kids are capable of going through and understanding complex problems and their feelings should be taken seriously when it counts.

Me practically: who are all these annoying fucking kids in the milgram fandom and why are they posting the worst takes and most irrelevant bullshit I've ever seen ever???

I think these are valid to coexist.

[orcelito]

Actually it is SO weird to me to remember that I was an engineering student and that later on I had been pursuing a minor in statistics

I may be a IT & com person in the end, but I do have the foundations of engineering and statistics in my brain too. Wild !