#any more hateful message senders will be blocked

[simplytolkien]

Wow, I’m getting a lot of aggressive messages about my opinion of Rings of Power. I knew there would be some push-back from our lovely modern internet society, but this is stupid. I never said the show was perfect, but I enjoy it, and I hate this snobby nit-picking. Why our society has come to believe that this sort of tiny-minded critical attitude shows how intelligent and sophisticated you are, I don’t know, but it’s frankly stupid. It just shows you up for being ignorant and lacking in grace. Especially since right at the beginning of the show it says ‘based on The Lord of the Rings and Appendices by J.R.R. Tolkien’ right on the screen in the intro. Based on means not 100% faithful. In any project. And the complaints I’m getting about changes to the story show that people haven’t actually paid attention to the original lore anyway, and all but two of the complaints are about things that actually are accurate. They just seem to be riding the seemingly ‘cool’ wave of hate for the show that started long before there ever even was a preview released. Some people made up their minds when it was announced that it was going to be bad, and they seem to be controlling the narrative about it, which is a shame, and people who have such a need to be ‘cool’ follow along without their own opinions as usual. But I think the show so far is strong enough to overcome such narrow bigots and stand firm in its own merits and be loved by people for time to come, and if some people want to watch it and be angry and miserable, that’s their loss. I do know some people are actually not going to like it, and hey, that’s okay too. Just give it a fair shake before you actually decide you don’t like it.

Yes, there are a few issues with Galadriel so far. They are changing her story and timeline, but that isn’t a deal breaker for me. I don't mind her taking a more active role in the wars, just like I've said before that Arwen riding Frodo to the Fords, while not at all accurate, is still one of my favourite scenes in the movies, and they had more scenes filmed with her along those lines that didn’t make it to the films. As a woman who loves Tolkien, I understand that he definitely wasn’t the misogynist he’s often accused of being. He wrote many beautifully strong women and wrote several who expressed dissatisfaction with the ‘traditional’ notion of womanhood, Éowyn being the most famous. And of course, Lúthien, based so lovingly on his wife, was anything but traditional. Another favourite of mine is this quote and conversation between Erendis and her daughter in Númenor. I like that these projects are portraying strong women, even if it isn’t in the exact same places where Tolkien did. Galadriel fighting isn’t far-fetched to how her character was written. Tolkien even had her mother-name (one of three names elves are given) mean man-maiden because she was such a tomboyish elf, always riding and hunting and doing it all better than most of the men (and also because she was taller than most women and had a deeper voice). So far she is somewhat tactless, grumpy, and hasty, but I think it’s simply a case of early-episode overcompensation. I’ve seen it over and over in shows where they come out of the gate really hard with a character’s attitude for the first few episodes to firmly establish a character in viewers’ minds, and then they begin to mellow or soften their approach. It isn’t my favourite approach, but it is commonly used in the industry. I am hoping they give her more grace soon. And it isn’t Morfydd Clark’s fault. I think she’s doing an amazing job with what they’re writing for her and how they’re directing her. The only things about her that aren’t exact for the role is that she isn’t tall or deep-voiced, but she can’t change those... Otherwise, perfect.

But you have to understand that Galadriel was a rebel. She was a rebel and a leader in the rebellion of the Ñoldor when they left Valinor because she strongly desired to rule her own kingdom. She was full of pride and ambition, and that was her driving force for many many years, which was why she was still tempted by the Ring in the Third Age and had to resist to be allowed to sail back into the West. No, she never would have sailed for Valinor (which I think was included to portray her rebellion against the Valar), and yes, she should have met Celeborn by this time, but again, this show has five seasons planned. It’s only been three episodes. Give it time. Yeesh. And I myself am not sorry that we potentially get to watch her love story happen. But she wasn’t a ruling elf from the beginning. Eventually for a time she and Celeborn ruled a small group of elves sort of like a fiefdom under Gil-Galad before moving into what becomes Lothlórien, so her being a commander under Gil-Galad isn’t ridiculously far-fetched.

When it comes to Elrond, the theme in the messages I’m getting is that he isn’t being treated right because he’s a lord and not a politician, like he’s being treated like a nobody. Again, people need to read more of Tolkien than Lord of the Rings to talk about these very aged characters. Lord of the Rings was the very end of Elrond’s life in Middle-Earth. Rings of Power has his earlier role spot on so far. He wasn't Ñoldorin, who were the ruling elves at this point, or even a High Elf since he was never in Valinor. And he wasn’t full elf. He had some human and Maia. (I’ll post a cool breakdown of Elrond’s genealogy that 5ummit created after this.) He wouldn't have naturally had a high position with the Ñoldorin at this point, but it goes a long way to showing how he was valued that he was Gil-Galad's herald and a captain, which is lore accurate. He wasn't the heir of all major houses as such. He wasn't even a prince while Galadriel was a princess in both the Ñoldor and the Teleri. Elrond’s line was respected and loved since he was Lúthien’s great-grandson, but it wasn’t a ruling line (ringofsecrets is right; he was royal through Lúthien, but they no longer had a kingdom). It was just that after the first war with Sauron, he was one of only two elf commanders who survived, Cirdan being the other, and so Elrond became a ruling elf because he was loved and wise. He was offered the title High-King, having been connected with Gil-Galad, but he turned it down since he wasn't of the bloodline of the High-Kings through a male ancestor (even though he was through a female ancestor) and because so few of the Ñoldorin were left that it didn’t matter. And actually, Galadriel had a far closer claim to that title herself, being niece or great-niece or something close like that of the first High-King. (I get all the F names in her family confused when I haven’t read The Silmarillion in a while.) But I don't think anyone wanted the title. The four Ñoldorin kings all came to bloody ends... I do like that they made Elrond and Galadriel friends since eventually Elrond marries Galadriel’s daughter.

And then there was the comment on the post about the hobbits and their age, but it was worded oddly, so I’m not sure exactly what you’re saying? I think you mean the culture is portrayed as too old, like hobbits didn’t exist for another 2300 years? But again, there’s nothing objectionable here. In Tolkien’s lore the hobbits came from more primitive ancestors, the same ones Gollum came from, and if you remember, Gollum had found the ring over 500 years before ‘The Hobbit’ happened, and he was in an established group in the east where Isildur would have dropped the ring when he died. It was in the same region that Beorn lived, east of the Misty Mountains near what became Mirkwood. There were three breeds: Harfoots, Stoors, and Fallohides. The Harfoots and Fallohides were the first who over time travelled north and west to finally settle in the Shire because of various unrest and dangers, especially those caused by Sauron moving into and settling in what became Mirkwood. The Stoors, the breed Gollum was, moved around in the east a lot longer and interacted with the Dunlendings some before finally moving west into the Shire. These hobbits aren’t early. They’re simply living primitively in the east, just like Tolkien said the three different breeds who were the hobbits’ ancestors did before they came to the Shire and intermingled until they were one people. And unlike every other race in Middle-Earth, Tolkien didn’t once write an origin story for hobbits. He never described their creation. The first record of interaction with the ‘Big Folk’ was with the Éothéod, the ancestors of the Rohirrim, in far-away times and in the east, so no one knows when and where they originated.

I never said I thought Rings of Power is 100% accurate to the books. That never happens in any project, especially one that says ‘based on’. But I love that it seems so far like they're staying true to more than people think. Really, so far they’ve just changed some of the timelines or minor events. The actors have interviews explaining some of the thinking behind decisions made, and the creators themselves said that some of it would be different to the commonly held versions of Tolkien's works because Tolkien was ALWAYS changing things. I mean, he worked on this world for decades, so he was always fiddling with timelines and lineages and so on. Even some of the main characters and events in the Silmarillion changed quite a few times after the Silmarillion was written, including Galadriel and her whole family of Finarfin and Fëanor and such, who were changed enough times that it's still not clear who Gildor Inglorien is. That's why the creators of Rings of Power consulted Tolkien's grandson Simon. They wanted his knowledge of some of the more obscure information since Tolkien was changing things until he died. I think that's cool. It feels like they're honoring Tolkien's whole approach to his world instead of just saying 'this is what it was period end of.'

No matter what they do, there will always be people who want to gripe and complain, and then there will be people who legitimately don’t like it, and that’s totally okay. I mean, I hate Game of Thrones, but I don’t go around the internet taking it out on people who like it. Let them enjoy what they enjoy. I’ve learned to just let people be themselves and enjoy the cool things that can come out of that, even if it’s not necessarily what I would do. That doesn’t mean it’s wrong, and if this is how the creators want to honor Tolkien, they’re the ones who had the courage to approach studios and say, ‘Hey, we know we’ve never made a tv show before, but we love Tolkien and have this great idea.’ And then they put in the hours and hours and hours of work. Don’t tear down the people that do things if you’re too scared, lazy, unmotivated, or unable to try yourself. I know I wouldn’t be interested in doing it. I think they’re doing a beautiful job with cosmetics and graphics and just creating a beautiful world for these characters to live in, and I’m going to enjoy my journey through it, along with the other people who choose to live with gratitude and enjoyment and sent lovely messages and comments. :)

#rings of power #tolkien #simply tolkien #my tolkien nerdom came out strong in this post #stronger than normally anyway #but i just thought maybe there are some people that will judge less harshly if they know some of the history #like i hated the way cate blanchett did galadriel's voice in the lotr movies #until i read tolkien say that she had a deeper than normal voice #now i'm like that is so right! #and any studio financially benefits an awful human being #most are just wise enough to stay out of the public eye #are you going to boycott every movie or tv show ever made? #any more hateful message senders will be blocked #sorry not sorry #it's just a tv show #grow up #i still love the show #let's just see how it goes

[modmad]

MODMAD MODMAD WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MR PUZZLES (SMG4 series) HAVING AN UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE TO RGB!!!!!

no hate to this sender but hey can folks not message me about this any more? every time I hear about this character my heart sinks into a black abyss and it's not! great! for me! I have the tags blocked but I can't stop anyone from messaging me about this asides from like. asking. I have been receiving regular hate mail from 'fans' of this series since I had the temerity to point out their similarities and I now am in perpetual fear of not only having a deeply personal character stolen from me, but of being cancelled by something I only learned of a week ago having worked on my own for the past 12 years.

#if you want to know I had a pretty severe breakdown over it #very recently #and I am not okay! #thanks :) #also Im aware it could just be One Very Weird Person sending all the hate I keep blocking it but it keeps coming

[anqelically]

IKIGAI | OSAMU DAZAI X FEM!READER

002. FLIGHT JA815S

CHAPTER SUMMARY: An airplane is in need of saving because of the Azure Apostle, so the agency saves the passengers with the help of a young girl on the flight

CHAPTER WARNINGS: None

WORD COUNT: 1.7K words

SERIES INTRODUCTION | CH1 | CH3

FOR THE NEXT HALF HOUR, Y/N was working as if it were a normal day, even though there was seldom a normal day at the agency. An ideal day, one would say. She sorted through some paperwork and checked any e-mails as they came in.

She noticed how a few of them were insulting the agency for their previously failed rescue of four innocent people. That incident is what led Kunikida to be in the headlines of the local newspaper.

After people recognized him as an Armed Detective Agency member, some took time out of their day to stand outside of the agency to yell or throw things at members. Y/N could recall how her eye almost got hit by a small rock. She was glad that Ranpo was there to block her face and catch the rock with his hat.

All the hate e-mails were immediately trashed, but the senders remained unblocked. Even if they insulted the agency, they were still people of Japan. And as long as they were, the agency would try to help them if they needed it.

Y/N thought they received another complaint when her laptop dinged. She checked the e-mail to see that it was not a complaint, but a message from the Azure Apostle himself.

She was quick to call over the closest worker, "Oneesan, look!"

Dear Sir,

I am contacting you to discuss a third request. Passenger airline flight JA815S is currently midflight. I have taken the liberty of sending an interference signal to the aircraft's engine and yoke that will disable their functions. I would like for you to remove the device from the aircraft and save the passengers. Thank you for your understanding.

Yours sincerely,

The Azure Apostle

Yosano looked over Y/N's shoulder to read the message that seemed to be directed to Kunikida, considering that he was leading the case and neither of them would be referred to as "Sir".

"More? You have got to be kidding," the woman groaned. She pulled out her phone to contact Kunikida. "Y/N, can you trace the email to the sender's location?"

"I can try," she began to type, "but you know I'm not good at stuff like that."

As the woman predicted, she failed to trace the location from where the e-mail was sent. She was able to send the message to Kunikida, but that was something anyone at the agency could do easily. However, setting up a three-way call between three completely different devices from her computer seemed to be something Y/N could do, and the others couldn't.

A video call from a passenger on the targeted airplane made it through to the police. Since the Armed Detective Agency was in charge of the case and not Yokohama's police, they transferred the call over to Y/N's computer. From there, she was able to talk to the little girl on the screen.

She had to be no older than 9 years old. Her brown hair was cut into a short bob, and her teary eyes peeked out from underneath her bangs.

Yosano and Ranpo sat nearby as Y/N talked with the little girl. The group of detectives watched her tremble as she stared into the camera. Although they could see her, she could not see them.

"Hi, I'm someone from the Armed Detective Agency. My name's Y/N, what's yours?" Y/N began the process of adding Kunikida's phone to the call on a separate monitor.

"Ch-Chiyo," the girl responded.

"Here, let me turn my camera on so you can see me," Y/N's face appeared on the screen beside Chiyo's. She gave the young one a soft smile, "Chiyo-chan, I need you to tell me what's happening. Can you do that?"

"O-Okay... Well, um, Mommy w-wasn't feeling well, so I'm talking f-for her. The p-plane is falling... s-so fast... Everybody's screaming-" a feminine-sounding yell cut her off. Chiyo jumped, "I-I'm scared. Please help!"

"Help is on its way, I promise. Just continue talking with me, okay? The more I know about what's happening there, the faster we can make things better for your mommy."

While Chiyo continued to describe what was going on, Kunikida's phone joined the call. A box with his name popped up on the screen, indicating that he and Dazai could listen and see both Natsuo and Chiyo.

"Did the pilots, the people in charge of the airplane, say anything else?" Y/N interrogated.

"They s-said the engine stopped moving, and th-the steering wheel d-doesn't work anymore, either."

"You hear that, Kunikida?"

"Yes," he spoke, "I heard. Doesn't sound good, obviously."

"Are we gonna d-die? E-everyone says we're gonna die... I'm scared. Mommy's not moving or a-answering me. P-please, please help us.." Chiyo cried further.

Y/N was going to try to comfort her, but all the words she wanted to say died in her throat. She was never good at comforting others, especially since she couldn't even recall the feeling of being comforted as she grew up. The warmth of comfort was something she felt only after she joined the Armed Detective Agency. But even so, she still wasn't good at providing it to others. "You'll be okay" and "It will get better" can only work so much.

Unexpectedly to Y/N, another voice joined the call, "Hello, little one. Can you hear me?"

"Y-yes."

Dazai then continued, "We here are airplane experts. There's nothing to worry about anymore. We're going to fix the plane. What's your name, little miss?"

"Chiyo."

"Chiyo, everything's going to be okay. Got any snacks with you?"

"Mommy g-gave me this piece of candy."

"Candy, huh? I love candy, too. It's so sweet, and it really helps you relax, doesn't it?"

"Dazai-" Kunikida's voice was cut off.

"I've got this..." Dazai sounded confident. "Chiyo, first, I want you to really take your time enjoying that piece of candy. After that, I'm going to need you to take that device you're talking into and bring it to the captain's room. Do you know where the captain's room is?" Chiyo wiped away her tears and nodded. "Don't worry. There's nobody screaming in there, and I bet your mommy will be feeling better in no time."

"B-but I... I can't go alone. I can't leave Mommy behind."

"Hey, Chiyo-chan, do you remember what I said earlier? We're here to help you, your mommy, and everyone else. I just need you to bring what you're talking on to the pilot of the plane. Can you go there and give it to them for us?"

The brown-haired girl stared at the side for a few moments before she took out the candy she said she had. She shakily placed it in her mouth, her hands still trembling as she picked up the communication device. Chiyo began to walk towards the cockpit.

While she walked, Y/N spoke to the other two on the line, "Do you want me to stay on, or do you think you guys can handle it?"

"Oh, we can definitely handle it," Dazai spoke. "But once this is all over, I never wanna partner with Kunikida again. Wanna pair up with me instead?"

"Enough with the unrelated talk! The case always comes first," Kunikida scolded.

"Oh, come on~ I'm trying to lighten up the mood."

"The mood is the way it is for a reason."

Y/N chuckled, never responding to Dazai's question, "Well then, I'll turn off now. Just ring me if you need anything from us here. Please stay safe, okay?"

"Of course."

"See you later, Y/N-chan."

Letting out a breath she unintentionally withheld, Y/N leaned back in her chair. Although most people would overlook it, she did not. After meeting Dazai earlier, Y/N didn't expect him to talk to Chiyo so easily. He was able to comfort her and have her bring the communication device to the pilot in one go. It was common for someone to comfort another, yet Y/N felt embarrassed that it was difficult for her to do so.

"Don't think about it," Yosano's voice reached Y/N's ears. She looked at the older woman, who continued, "Not everyone is good at everything. There is always a multitude of weaknesses within a person. There's no need to be embarrassed."

"You're reading my mind again," Y/N whined, her hands covering her face.

"You're easy to read," Ranpo cut in, a lollipop in hand. "You make all these facial expressions every time you feel something new. Your eyes soften when you're happy, you furrow your brows when you're sad, and you tilt your head when you're confused. You're very animated in general."

"Don't worry, we'll work on your poker face," the doctor rested her hands on Y/N's shoulder. "Otherwise, we can't ever play, and that's just a shame."

"Even if I don't know how to play, isn't it bad to gamble in the first place?" Y/N raised a brow.

"We gamble paperwork and, rarely, drinks. It's harmless."

"But I've never seen Oniisan lay a finger on any paperwork..."

Ranpo smirked, "That's because the greatest detective never loses."

"For now," Yosano challenged. "I'll beat ya in a game when you least expect it."

"Is that so? I might retire when the time comes."

"Isn't Dazai-san really smart too? What he manages to beat you, Oniisan?" Y/N questioned.

"No way."

"Long shot."

The youngest murmured, "That was fast."

Some time passed before Ranpo suggested, "Let's go bother the president. Hello~! We're here!"

Y/N and Yosano deadpanned when the detective slammed the door to Fukuzawa's office open with no shame. They briefly glanced at each other before they sighed, following the man inside. If Ranpo wasn't bothered to talk about the Azure Apostle, they were sure the problem would be resolved.

"Fukuzawa-sama!" Y/N greeted the man.

"Y/N," he acknowledged.

The young woman smiled before she sat down next to Ranpo. Yosano sat down too, and they fell into a conversation that lasted until Kunikida and Dazai returned.

They had a couple of bruises and scratches, but they succeeded in preventing the plane from crashing.

WRITTEN: 01/21/2023

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

i wanted to get this over with asap so i can start writing an original case that y/n and dazai are going to be taking care of. let's hope it turns out well 👍🏻

@seneon @chuuyrr @kentopedia @cloudwisp @aureatchi

#୨୧ [ ikigai ] #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd x you #bsd #bungou stray dogs angst

[cool-fancier]

In the vast realm of online interactions, I adhere to a simple principle: treating everyone with respect, even those I don't personally know. This extends to refraining from sending hate messages to writers or creators, contributing to a more positive digital space for all.I am mostly talking about @nimixe and yes I personally don’t know them but I feel like I should be saying this because firstly deserve to be blocked and reported @badas-truth is saying really hurtful things to this amazing writer.

Firstly,sending hate messages to writers on any platform is harmful and counterproductive. The act not only undermines the writer's efforts but also perpetuates a cycle of negativity that impacts the entire community. The power of words, especially in written form, is immense. They have the potential to inspire, educate, and connect people. However, when used to spread hate, they become weapons that harm both the recipient and the sender.

Writers, like all creators, invest their time, passion, and creativity into their work. Each piece they produce represents a part of themselves. Sending hate messages not only disregards this effort but can deeply affect the writer's confidence and mental well-being. It creates an environment of fear and negativity, deterring them from expressing themselves freely and authentically.

Constructive criticism is an essential part of any creative process. However, there's a stark difference between providing constructive feedback and spreading hate. Constructive criticism aims to offer insights that help the writer grow and improve their craft. It focuses on specific aspects of the work without attacking the individual. Hate messages, on the other hand, are often personal attacks that serve no purpose other than to hurt.

Moreover, hate messages don't just affect the writer; they impact the entire community. They set a precedent for unacceptable behavior, creating a toxic atmosphere where healthy discussions and constructive interactions become increasingly rare. It discourages talented individuals from sharing their work and ideas, ultimately stifling creativity and innovation.

Instead of spreading hate, it's crucial to foster a culture of respect and support within the writing community. Encouraging positive discussions, offering constructive feedback, and celebrating diverse voices can create an environment where writers feel valued and motivated to continue sharing their creativity.

Ultimately, behind every piece of writing, there's a person—a person who deserves respect, regardless of whether you agree with their work or not. Before sending a hate message, consider the impact your words might have. Choosing kindness and constructive feedback can contribute to a more vibrant, supportive, and inclusive writing community for everyone involved.

Absolutely, and that makes a lot of sense. Even if there's no personal connection to the individual facing hate messages, it's crucial to recognize that sending such negativity is never acceptable. It's a matter of fostering a culture of respect and understanding online, regardless of whether we have a personal relationship with someone or not.

The impact of hate speech extends beyond personal connections. It affects the collective atmosphere of the platform or community. By refraining from sending hate messages, we contribute to a more positive and supportive environment for everyone, even those we might not personally know.

It's about upholding a standard of decency and empathy in all online interactions, recognizing that behind every username or profile, there's a real person who deserves to be treated with respect. Choosing to spread kindness rather than hate sets a tone for a more inclusive and welcoming online space for all individuals, regardless of whether we have a personal relationship with them or not.

Spread kindness, respect all—online community thrives with positivity.

#nimixe #report #serious post #bada lee #bada lee x reader

[lorei-writes]

Anon Hate & The Importance of Blocking

The aforementioned topic has been spoken about for a long time. However, I now realise there's a certain facet to it that may not be accented as strongly as I think it should be.

By blocking an anonymous hate message, you are not protecting just yourself. You are protecting your entire community.

Allow me to elaborate.

Any community consists of a finite number of individuals. Additionally, any anonymous hater possesses only limited amount of time during which they can operate.

Situation: An anonymous hate message appears in your inbox.

If you engage with it directly (posting the answer as to any other ask), you lose the chance to block and/or report the sender. Consequently, it presents them with an opportunity to contact you again while anonymous, for any purpose and at any time. We would like to believe that anonymous haters send out only hateful messages, however, it is not guaranteed.

It not only opens you to the possibility of receiving more hate in the future. It may be that the same anon will request something from you or be kind to you in the future.

It must keep in mind that anonymous haters use insidious means to hurt others over innocent matters. Their moral standards do not prevent them from engaging in spreading hate. Their behaviour may be inconsistent.

Response: Blocking / Reporting

If you block an anonymous hater, they will become unable to contact you from the same IP address. However, they will remain unaware of the fact.

Possible reaction #1: The anonymous hater continues to send you hate messages.

You are protected by the block. You cannot see the messages. However, the anonymous hater is expanding the one resource they posses - time. The more time they spend sending messages that do not reach the recipient, the less time they have to harass people they can still reach.

Possible reaction #2: The anonymous hater moves on to another person.

As stated before, any community consists out of a finite number of individuals. There is a finite number of individuals that can be harassed, meaning that each block further isolates the anonymous hater. In other words: eventually, they may run out of people they could target.

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A thing to remember is that each person has a limited tolerance for frustration. The frustration levels can be somewhat managed by receiving a reward. (In case of anonymous haters, that tends to be an emotional response to their actions).

The more frustrated they become, the more starved they are to receive the reward, the likelier they are to break. It is futile to continuously engage in an action that wields no result. Moreover, the harder it is for them to reach people, the more effort they need to expand for their messages to be received, the higher the frustration becomes - while the reward does not grow proportionally.

United community effort is likely to not only isolate them, but to elevate their frustration levels past the point of tolerability.

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I'd like to end this post with a little acknowledgement. I understand that such messages are hurtful, that it is tiresome and annoying to deal with them. I understand the urge to tell them off, and I must admit that stating your boundaries firmly in the offline world is an effective and efficient method of dealing with many troublesome individuals.

However, the topic at hand is not set in the offline world. Anonymous haters knowingly put themselves in an advantageous position before acting.

I would personally suggest not replying to them directly, or preferably, at all. (Replying to a screenshot of an ask would be an example of an indirect reply; if you don't reply to them at all, your behaviour pattern is consistent - the anonymous hater cannot tell whether you're seeing their messages or not. They thus may waste more time.) However, it does not mean a person should bottle their feelings up.

Fandom is a community. Plenty of us have likely made friends through it. If it is possible, reaching out to them in private may be worth being considered. After all, unlike anonymous haters, friends actually care about each other and that too can be comforting.

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Thank you for reading until the end of my little rant. Do with it as you may.

#lorei spoke

[cyberpunk2077positivity]

Cyberpunk 2077 Positivity

Hello, welcome to a space to share all the things you love about Cyberpunk 2077 - be it the game, its characters, fellow fans you like or creators you appreciate.

What is the Cyberpunk 2077 Positivity?

Vets might call this a "Confession Blog", but its purpose is to open a platform of positivity that is entirely anonymous and strictly lacking of negativity.

For more information on what this blog entails and how to participate, please keep reading:

Who can participate and submit?

Everyone. This blog was made on a fresh account, has no filtered tags or filtered people.

How can I participate and submit?

Simply leave a message on the Inbox. You can leave it Anonymously or not, but know that your confession/message will be posted without mentioning the sender name.

Is it limited to Cyberpunk 2077?

Not at all. From the classic Cyberpunk RED all the way to the brand new Cyberpunk Edgerunners, anything related to this franchise is accepted and encouraged here.

Can I just submit anything my synth heart desires?

No. Here's a few rules to follow:

Your submission must stay under 300 characters of length.

Shout out submissions must list a valid tumblr blog username.

You can include any sort of positivity, from the game itself, the characters, your friends, a modder/artist/virtual photographer you admire... But:

This blog has an extremely strict conduct when it comes to allowed content. If you cannot submit a confession without including a backhanded compliment, including "ifs and buts" or generally turning an otherwise pleasant message sour, it is not for you.

If your submission is considered mostly positive aside from one or two sentences, these will be removed and the rest will be posted.

NSFW confessions are allowed, but NSFW confessions about another person will be deleted.

Submissions promoting Discord Servers or inviting people to join Discord Servers will not be posted.

Can I get banned from this blog?

Yes. Anyone submitting hate, negativity or attempting to harass other members of the community or the Borg behind this blog will be blocked permanently. If Anonymous is used to do such thing, it'll be IP blocked.

This also includes unkind reblogs, so be wise what you add to a post or include in the tags. Borg keeps watch.

If you cannot handle the possibility of seeing positive comments being made for a character you do not like, a person you do not like, a mod you do not like - this blog is not for you.

FOR MORE QUESTIONS, REFER TO THE F.A.Q

#Cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #CD Projekt RED #Cyberpunk RED #Cyberpunk Edgerunners #Cyberpunk 2020 #Cyberpunk 2013

[jahayla-parker]

💜⚡️ Jahayla’s Quick Explanation, Apology, & Appreciation Post 💜⚡️

Explanation and Apology

Many of you have noticed that I’ve been MIA for a bit (minus my prescheduled posts), so I wanted to say a few words.

First, the posts you’ve seen lately were PRE-SCHEDULED. I promise I’m not avoiding, ghosting, or ignoring ANYONE. 💜

I legit haven’t been online on here in awhile. This includes tags, notifications, comments, messages, asks, etc.

I’m sorry if it seemed like I was being rude by not having interacted, it’s only because I wasn’t online!

Why did I stay off Tumblr for a bit?

Outside of increased responsibilities in my life, lately when I’ve come on here I’ve been getting hate and pressure.

It’s not an excessive amount, but it’s enough to make me not want to open the app. 🤷‍♀️

As far as the hate goes, I’m not going to justify any of it by responding to the messages (other than blocking the sender) nor by answering the applicable hateful asks in my inbox. 💁‍♀️

In terms of the pressuring, I mean.. I get it. I too struggle with a lack of new content for my favorite characters/people/stories/etc.

But, please realize even while I’ve been away from the app, I’ve been posting stories at least twice a week if not more. I know it might not be what, or for whom, you’re wanting just yet. But, I’m getting there, I promise!

I’m still writing and have been during this unplanned ‘Tumblr break’.

I will try and get new content that’s not already on the pre-scheduled list ASAP. But please be patient with me!

If you have concerns about a particular request, you can always ask or check in! 💜

But please don’t yell, try to make me move it up or post before it’s complete, or state that I need to do a certain fic before a different one. I have a reason for my ordering even if seems like chaotic madness lol. And I’ll get to it all, but to ask me to bump down or postpone someone else’s request for yours is not very considerate.

Appreciation

Lastly, I want to thank all of you who have been so friendly and supportive! The amount of love I feel from many of you outweighs the hatred I might get from time to time. And I truly appreciate you for that! 💜

And to my fellow Swifties, wanting to share my thoughts with you all and hear yours (for Speak Now TV of course) is what motivated me enough to bring me back to the app tonight, so thank you 💜🎵

Tagging some of my more interactive mutuals to be sure they see this explanation as to my lack of response! 💜

@b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r @ell0ra-br3kk3r @missdreamofendless @nikfigueiredo @theslayerofthevampires

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[demonsfate]

admin: tumblr made changes to the anon ask feature. it said that everyone has to have tumblr accounts to send anon asks otherwise they can't send asks.

if you're luna mun! 🐰 i have the response drafted (but not yet posted!) but i did address this. but since this isn't a character response, i'll be able to address it better here and in more detail. this is the state of reason from the official tumblr staff.

i guess it's their way to combat on anon hate more efficiently? as it's probably harder to do something about anon hate from somebody that's not a user (other than to ban their ip address from the website.) which i suppose i can understand.

anon hate is something that's, sadly, common with tumblr. i dunno how familiar you are with how the website works. but lemme explain how the inbox works and all that. when someone receives an anonymous message, they have the option to block the sender. even if the sender is anonymous, it'll prevent their ip/blog from being able to send any more asks, without telling the victim who the person was. however, many people could evade this by simply logging out and using a VPN to alter their IP address, to make it seem like they're a different person. therefore, they can continue with the harassment. however, if the person can't send messages when logged out, then the VPN trick won't work. and i guess that's what tumblr is trying to do.

as of now - since you told me before about your shyness, you can simply just make an empty blog with nothing on it to send asks (it'll work practically the same way.) which i presume you did or somethin since you sent me this via inbox? or you can always just use the submission feature. as i just post those in the same format as i do asks, anyway.

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc) #✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox)

[lawxjudgement]

Rules

[I don't have a lot of rules but I would like to have them be respected if you wish to interact with me.

- This is no place for minors, so please don't add me. If I find that minors are in my space, you will be removed. Mun is in her 30s and would rather not risk writing with children.

-Do not force ships on me. You're quite welcome to discuss a potential ship if you feel our muses work.

- I will not ship my muse with muses /muns that are underage.

- Please be patient with replies. I have multiple accounts and rp on more than one site. Plush I am usually busy during the day. I'm normally online around 9pm -2/3 am EST. If you rush for replies or blow up my messages while I am offline, I will cease writing with you. Coming on here with 30+ messages gives me anxiety and I just don't want to deal with that.

- Treat me how you want to be treated yourself.

- Bullying / Call-outs / Drama of any kind = insta block. I'm here for fun, not attacking other users over roleplay.

-If you wish to continue an ask for an rp, I would like to ask that you please relocate the ask to a new post. If you need help doing so, let me know and I can do a thing for you.

-I have a trigger towards suicide and rape. If you could tag those, that would be great. I usually check the rules of those I follow. So if you have a trigger and you have it listed on your page, I will do my best to tag things.  -I am a little picky when it comes to ships but please don’t be afraid to ask! I don’t have many mains. So if you wish to commit to my muse, I’ll let you know if it is a green light to do so or not.

-All reblogged memes and starter calls are free game to everyone. Please feel free to send one if you are interested! -Doubles are welcomed! I don’t mind having multiple threads with different role players of various canon characters. However, I reserve the right to decline a role play if I feel uncomfortable with a particular portrayal of a character. -If I write something that makes you uncomfortable, please say something! I would much rather relocate role plays to a discord server or messages than make my followers uncomfortable. But I can’t do anything if you don’t say anything.

-Any hate will be ignored and the sender will be blocked. This is a hate free zone and it will not be tolerated.

-Should any nsfw or lewd rps take place, I would prefer to have them in an undercut. Unless they are on the Shadow Sae side blog. I'm not censoring anything on there.

#:: Mun Rules ::

[jejechat]

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[jamespotterthefirst]

As a new wave of anon hate makes the rounds in our community, please remember that you:

Don't owe anyone any explanations or justifications.

Don't have to publish every single thing you get in your inbox. This is your house. You get to decide what goes in it.

Can and should turn the anon feature off at any time you please. Your mental health is more important.

Can block anons. Blocking anons blocks the sender's IP address and they can never send you anon hate from that IP on anon again

To block anons:

Do not publish the message

From your inbox, click on the three dots for more options

Select block

You can never unblock this IP once it goes through

Stay safe everyone. Take care of yourselves and remember: at least you're not a sad, pathetic, cowardly excuse of a human being who attacks others behind anon.

#Anon hate #Important #Ethan Ramsey #So sad because Ethan romances already deal with anti hate but to see it from within our own community is a special brand of disgusting

[mikauzoran]

Lady Noir/Ladrien: I’m Learning to Love (Walking Away from Things): Chapter Two

Many thanks to @shadownoble for the prompt for this chapter!

Read it on AO3: I’m Learning to Love (Walking Away from Things: Chapter Two: Starlight

Groaning in exhaustion, Adrien collapsed facedown onto his bed.

Yet again, his father had run him ragged with photoshoots on top of magazine interviews on top of variety show appearances. That wasn’t even counting the extracurriculars he still had to do and the significant workload of his university classes.

He was so wiped, he almost didn’t move to look at his phone when it pinged with an incoming text.

When he saw the sender, however, he was glad that he’d put forth the effort. It was Ladybug checking in on him.

“i remember you saying you had a busy day so i wanted to see how it went”

A second message quickly followed the first: “hang in there!”

His heart melted a little at her concern.

“Thanks for thinking of me, Buguinette. <3” he typed back. “Today”

He paused, briefly considering lying and telling her that it had gone fine. Ultimately, though, he decided on honesty.

“didn’t go very well. There were a lot of problems that put us behind schedule, and my father was in a bad mood. I’m surprised no one got akumatized, honestly.”

“are you okay?” she replied immediately.

He bit his lip.

“he didnt take it out on you did he?” she prompted, and he suspected that she already knew the answer.

Adrien winced, hedging, “I’m all right. Just tired. It was a long day.”

His father had, in fact, lashed out at Adrien, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. Ladybug was already on the warpath against his father, and he didn’t need to give her any more reasons to hold a grudge.

Several minutes passed with no response from Ladybug, so Adrien flopped back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

He was just starting to doze off when a knock on his window pulled him out of the dazed limbo between sleep and wakefulness.

Adrien sat up with a jolt and found Ladybug smiling and waving from the other side of the glass panes.

He fumbled for the remote on his nightstand and hurriedly pointed it at the windows.

“Good evening,” she greeted cheerily as she stepped down into his room. “It’s not too late for a visit, is it?”

“A visit from you?” he chuckled. “Never. For you, my window is always open.”

“Good to know,” she laughed, taking in his rumpled, worn state. “I actually came to make sure you were doing okay and see if you wanted to go stargazing with me, but you look pretty beat.”

Sheepishly, he admitted, “I might be a tiny bit dead on my feet, but I’d never pass up the opportunity to spend time with you, My Lady.”

She didn’t know if she was ever going to get used to hearing him say that with Adrien’s face. It was taking all of her available energy to keep it together around him because she knew that treating him differently would only make things worse and defeat the purpose of her knowing his identity in the first place.

Oblivious to his partner’s internal struggle, Adrien got to his feet and was just about to call on his transformation when he remembered and winced.

“…Except…I promised Plagg that if he were good today, he could relax and watch his Netflix shows and eat Camembert in his sock drawer the rest of the evening.”

Ladybug shrugged, unconcerned. “You don’t have to transform. Just put a jacket on so you don’t get cold, and I can carry you.”

Cheeks burning, Adrien did as bid, slipping on a jacket and then taking her proffered hand.

The feel of her suit on his bare skin was odd but not uncomfortable. He couldn’t compare it to any material he was familiar with.

Not for the first time, he wished that there didn’t have to be a barrier between them.

“At least we’re one step closer to that reality with her knowing my identity,” he tried to comfort himself.

Meanwhile, Ladybug was internally freaking out and glad she still had the thin veil of anonymity to hide behind.

Almost a week after learning her partner’s identity, she was still struggling to reconcile Chat Noir with Adrien, and the feelings she had for both of them were making things complicated.

With a smile carefully pasted in place, she scooped him up into her arms and set off over the rooftops.

She didn’t go far—only to the Eiffel Tower a few blocks from the Agreste Mansion.

“Do you know much about the stars?” he asked as they settled into their usual spots at the top of the monument, away from the prying eyes of the public.

“Not really,” she confessed, sheepishly pushing a lock of hair out of her face. “You?”

“A little.” He pointed up at the sky. “Even though it’s autumn now, you can still see the summer triangle. There’s Vega, Deneb, and Altair.”

She nodded as she made out three bright stars that seemed to form a triangle.

“Over there by the moon, you can see Jupiter and Saturn,” he added, motioning to what looked like two big, dazzling stars.

She frowned. “How can you tell them apart from regular stars?”

“Planets don’t twinkle,” he explained. “Since they’re closer and bigger, their light doesn’t get distorted by the Earth’s atmosphere as much as the stars that are farther away. So, while stars twinkle when dust particles pass between them and us, planets shine more steadily because the dust particles don’t obstruct as much of their light.”

It was the kind of thing that wasn’t out of place coming from Adrien, but Ladybug couldn’t imagine having the same conversation with Chat Noir.

She blinked at him in amazement. “You’re really smart, Chaton.”

“Me? Smart?” A short bark of laughter caught him by surprise, and he shook his head. “I’m just a nerd whose parents kept him locked up most of his childhood. I read a lot to fill the time, so I’ve got a ton of useless trivia floating around up here.”

He tapped the side of his head. “For example, did you know that cats purr to self-sooth? Or, how about that the first cat video was filmed in 1894?”

Now it was her turn to burst out laughing.

That was her dumb cat, all right.

“You are such a dork,” she chortled, shaking her head in disbelief.

He shrugged, looking back up at the sky with a grin.

It was a huge relief that things between them hadn’t changed all that much since she’d learned his identity. It made him think that maybe things would be okay.

Her laughter slowly faded, and she scooted in a little closer, joining him in gazing up at the stars.

They sat there for several minutes before she spoke again.

“…You know…” She swallowed, mentally steeling herself for the confession. “…there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Hm?” He tipped his head to the side, his curious gaze meeting her apprehensive one.

“I thought you should know that, about six years ago, I had this ridiculous crush on you—Adrien you,” she clarified.

His eyes flew as wide as galaxies. “You… What?”

“It wasn’t a celebrity crush or anything!” she rushed to assure, waving her arms wildly. “I…I sort of know you in real life, and I had a crush on you.”

His mouth opened and closed several times, and, after a handful of false starts, he managed to respond. “You said that you had a crush on me. Like…as in past tense.”

He drew in a slow breath, mentally preparing himself for the worst. “May I ask what I did that made your crush a past tense thing? Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh!” she gasped, waving her arms like an air traffic controller yet again. “No! Nothing like that. It wasn’t your fault. It was me.”

He winced. “So…‘it’s not you; it’s me’ is what you’re saying?”

She cringed, realizing what an insincere cop out that sounded like. “No. For real, Adrien. It was me. I needed to prioritize my duties as Ladybug, so I didn’t have time for dating, but…mostly…it was that I realized that I didn’t know you as well as I should for how obsessed with you I was.”

She averted her eyes as shame bubbled up hot and red on her cheeks. “It was unhealthy, and I decided that I needed to take a step back and focus on my friendship with you…so that’s what I did. I concentrated on being your friend.”

Tentatively, she looked back up at him. “I think you needed a friend more than anything at the time anyway. …Though, I’m not sure if I even did a good job being your friend. I mean, I completely missed how bad your home life is, how much you hate your hobbies, how little control you feel like you have…”

He shook his head, setting his hand on her shoulder. “Buguinette, no. Don’t beat yourself up about it. I don’t let people see that side of things. Not even Nino knows the whole truth. I’m sure you did your best to be a good friend to me.”

He bit his lip and hesitated. “…Though…I kind of wish you would have said something about your feelings for me.” He accompanied his words with a wink and a teasing Chat Noir grin.

She rolled her eyes and swatted his arm. “Flirt. You would have turned me down flat. You would have been nice about it, but you’d never have gone out with me.”

He grimaced when he realized that she was most likely right. “Probably. I may be stupid, but at least I’m loyal.”

“You’re not stupid,” she groaned. “Be nice to yourself, you dumb cat.”

He leaned in and rested his head against hers. “…Thank you. It means a lot to me that you care.”

“Of course I care,” she sighed. “You have no idea how much I care about you—both sides of you.”

She took a slow, steady breath. “…Plenty of other people care about you too, Adrien. That’s why I think you need to open up with your friends. Nino at least should know about how bad things are. He loves you, and he’d do anything he could to help.”

Adrien pulled away, straightening up and shaking his head. “I don’t want to be a burden on them.”

“They would never think of you that way,” she insisted vehemently.

“I don’t want them to worry when there’s nothing really they can do,” he amended.

“They can at least listen,” she argued. “They can text you cat memes and check in on you and let you vent. Isn’t that all you really want? People supporting you and validating your feelings and reminding you that you’re loved?”

He pursed his lips, silently considering for a long stretch. “…Yes, but…”

“Marinette told me what happened at the photoshoot today, what your father said to you.”

Adrien winced.

He’d known that Marinette was there at the shoot interning, but…

“Marinette heard that?”

Ladybug nodded.

Practically everyone on site had heard Gabriel railing at Adrien.

“He was wrong, you know.” She reached up and gingerly started massaging his scalp. “You’re not useless. He has no idea what he’s talking about.”

Adrien made a noncommittal noise as he closed his eyes and lowered his head to her shoulder.

“You’re amazing and wonderful and hardworking and kind and smart and brave…and the best partner ever,” she stressed with unwavering conviction. “Your father is blind if he can’t see how incredible you are.”

“Thank you, My Lady,” he whispered, voice brittle and trembling as he held in tears.

“…You should tell your friends,” she repeated, gently urging. “You should have support in your daily life, Adrien. I can’t always be there for you, but I want you to have that kind of support. You deserve it.”

“Maybe,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “It’s just…my friends all have really solid family relationships. I don’t think they’d even understand.”

“But they’d try,” she countered. “They’d want to try to understand. They love you.”

“It’s hard to tell people you respect that you’re not all right,” he sighed.

She kept pressing, desperate to get him more support. “They’re not going to think any less of you, Chaton. I don’t. …Maybe start with someone you know will be on your side. Maybe Nino? Or…or Marinette? She was awfully worried about you today. I’m sure she’d want to help.”

Adrien winced and pulled away, sitting up to meet Ladybug’s gaze. “Yeah, but I already told one girl I like that I’m a mess this week. I don’t think I’m emotionally prepared to tell the other one too.”

She stared at him, blinking slowly as her braincells tried to reconfigure what he had said into something that made sense.

“You… You like…?”

An adoring smile spread across his lips, and a soft blush lit up his face. He nodded, rubbing sheepishly at the back of his neck.

“Marinette,” he completed, voice full of affection when he said her name. “Yeah. I do. I have for a while now. She’s so sweet and thoughtful and fierce and courageous.”

He laughed. “I’m lucky she deigns to be my friend. Ladybug, she’s so out of my league.”

“I’m sorry. What?” she scoffed, not believing what she was hearing. “You—you who are not only Chat Noir but also Adrien Agreste—you think that Marinette Dupain-Cheng is out of your league?”

Earnestly, he nodded. “Ladybug, she’s amazing. She’s like you.”

She covered her face with her hands as her brain overloaded from how adorable he was.

“Marinette’s not out of your league,” Ladybug grumbled. “…and neither am I.”

His eyebrows slowly climbed up into his hairline.

“Shut up,” she replied preemptively.

A broad grin broke out on his face as he realized that maybe Ladybug’s feelings for Adrien weren’t entirely a past tense thing after all.

“Stop that,” she groaned.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” he chuckled, cuddling up beside her once more.

“You’re being smug,” she pouted, dropping her hands from her face and wrapping an arm around him.

“I would never,” he playfully protested.

A comfortable silence fell between them as they snuggled and gazed at the stars once more.

“…Maybe I should talk with my friends about what’s going on,” Adrien whispered after a long stretch. “It’s just really hard to be vulnerable like that.”

She gave him an encouraging squeeze. “We can practice, if you think that will help.”

He took a deep breath. “Hey, Nino? There’s something I want to talk with you about, if it’s okay.”

“Sure, Mec,” Ladybug responded, doing her best Nino impression. “What’s up, mon pote?”

“…My relationship with my father is in the rubbish bin, and I kind of hate my life,” Adrien groaned.

“Dude. That is it, Mec. I’m adopting you,” Ladybug as Nino decreed. “I’ll fight anyone who gets in my way. We’re gonna make this right.”

Adrien burst out laughing, leaning heavily on his partner. “I don’t know what I’m so afraid of. That’s probably exactly what he’s going to say.”

“So, you’ll tell him?” she pressed, mentally crossing her fingers.

Adrien blew out a long exhale. “Yeah. I’ll try to talk to my friends soon. You’re right. It’s more than I can deal with on my own, and I could seriously use my friends.”

“That’s what we’re here for,” Ladybug reminded, giving his hair a nuzzle.

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[jardinsdeminuit]

Back from hiatus!

Technically, that should read ‘Back from the dead’, as I actually had no intention of remaking this blog when I deleted earlier in the year. But I really missed Tumblr and the friends I made here, so like a parasitic larva rising from the ooze on the bottom of a pond, I am coming back, hopefully for a little while longer this time.

Thank you so much to everyone who sent messages or supported me last time around. You guys are honestly amazing, and I wouldn’t have made the decision to come back were it not for all the kind and talented people I’ve interacted with over the past year or so.

Instead of writing a wall of text, I’ve decided to do an FAQ below the cut to answer a few potential questions and explain how this blog will operate from now on. Please have a read of it before following!

Why did you delete your blog last time?

Several reasons, most of them personal. Mainly, I wanted some time to clear my head and concentrate on other stuff in my life, and Tumblr was becoming a huge distraction for me.

Will you be reuploading your deleted fics/translations?

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[star-killer-md]

Actus Reus, Mens Rea

@contesa-lui-alucard asked:

Hey hey happy sleepover my friend!! If it’s alright with you, I have two prompts from the Smut list that I’d love to see you combine for... mob Kylo and lawyer reader! Oh snap!! 15 & 37, if you please. If not, no worries, I still hope you have an awesome sleepover 😁 (“Make it hurt, baby.” + “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”)

Anon asked:

hello, may i request clingy/possessive kylo,, thank you

Thank you lovlies for your requests and sorry from the bottom of my depressed ass heart that it took me so fucking long. Anyway here ya go, hope you enjoy some mobster Kylo deliciousness. I’m so excited you liked him Contesa, and I hope you’re into it as well too nonny! Sorry it got long, I truly have no control over that. 

And thank you so much to @sacklersdoll for reading over this for me!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Angst (its me), Smut (its me), mentions of predator/prey dynamic (mostly as metaphor), possessive Kylo Ren, semi-public sex, no pronouns for the reader by they are afab, dominant Kylo Ren, some brat vibes, Kylo Ren is not nice, allusions to guns, some sorta stalking behavior

Ship: Mob Boss!Kylo Ren x Lawyer!Reader

Summary: You’ve started to take on some pro bono clients as a favor to a friend and Kylo Ren is Not A Fan™ of all the attention this guy has been paying you. After a few months of consulting on the side, you’re beginning to wonder if life working for a mob boss is something you’re really cut out for. Though you quickly learn that you very well may have passed the point of no return when Kylo shows up at your office to remind you just who exactly you work for. 

“I really can’t thank you enough.”

You shook the woman’s hands and returned her smile. Her son stayed quiet, looking at the ground, but mumbled his thanks as well. He was a good kid. Just pissed off the wrong neighbor. One of those ‘get off my lawn,’ ‘good ole American dream’ types who thought welfare was a sign of the devil, and had it out for everyone in the lower tax brackets. 

“Really, it’s no problem,” you walked them to the door, leaving her your business card. “I’ll see you both at the courthouse on Monday.” 

Evan was waiting in your office when you returned. His patent leather shoes rested precariously on the corner of your desk and you knocked them off with a huff. 

“See you’ve made yourself at home,” you said, crossing your arms and staring down at him in your chair. 

He shrugged and stood under your scrutiny, moving around to take the seat across from you. Evan Goodman was an old friend from undergrad. You often got the impression he was still that same cocky frat boy in the head. Still flashed the ‘my daddy has more money than you’ smile on occasion when he really wanted to get under your skin. With his slicked back hair, unnervingly straight teeth, and his annoying prosperity despite never putting in much effort it was somewhat shocking the two still spoke. He was simply not the type of person who had ever needed to try. Success came naturally to him, and much to your dismay.

“What can I say? You’re a very gracious host,” he mused and leaned forward on the desk. “So, how did it go?”

You sighed, “They’ll be alright, might get saddled with a fine but the charges aren’t that serious.” 

“Good, Rosa’s an old friend. I would have helped her out myself, but not really my deal ya know?”

“Yeah, Mr. Tax Attorney, I get it.” 

Evan was kind of a dick, but he was also the kind of friend who would sit on the bathroom floor with you, hold your hair back and sing horrendous parody versions of ABBA no matter who heard. So you couldn’t hate him entirely. That also meant that when he came to you with cases like this, a favor for a friend or whatever the situation may be, you had a hard time refusing. 

It was also a convenient front for you not-so-legal legal work you’d been invested in for the past few months.

“Seriously, I know I’ve been asking a lot of you recently,” he flashed you that god awful grin and kicked his feet up again. “You can tell me to fuck off if it’s too much.” 

He had been coming to you for pro bono work with increasing frequency, especially over the past month or so, but again, you didn’t wholly mind it. You went into this kind of work for a reason. Though, you were starting to get the feeling that a certain, brooding, less than lawfully abiding businessman did not feel the same. 

Kylo Ren dealt frequently with the shady, black market underbelly of capitalist society, but you were less accustomed to his world and not completely ready to throw yourself to the hounds just yet.

You had already missed more than a few meetings and canceled on dinner tonight to meet with Rosa. To be fair, it wasn’t as if he’d made any indication this ill-defined whatever-it-was going on between the two of you was anything serious. And you were only his consultant, for now, so this took precedent anyway. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. Definitely not a way to avoid thinking about fucking your boss who also happened to be in with the mob. 

Definitely not.  

“I wouldn’t have agreed to help if I couldn’t manage it,” you yawned softly and stood to collect your things. 

It was late and you were beginning to fantasize about how soft and warm your sheets would be. If you got back in time you could pop them in the dryer and get in an episode or two before bed. 

“Hey, let me at least buy you dinner or something since I kept you out so late,” Evan parked his skinny frame in your path to the doorway. 

“You’re going to apologize for keeping me out late, by keeping me out even later?”

“Do you want free food or not?”

Pursing your lips, you stared at him for a few moments. He really did know all your weaknesses. You had skipped out on meeting with Mr. Ren—or Kylo or sir or whatever the hell you were supposed to call him now—already tonight, however, Evan was sure to take you somewhere nice and it wouldn’t be so morally repugnant if it was just as a ‘thank you….’

“Okay, fine,” you conceded and let him lead you out to the parking garage, locking the office up behind you. 

***

The next morning you stumbled past reception in a haze. Both from lack of sleep, and the bitingly cold winds battering your building despite the neighboring high rises blocking the brunt of the gale. The young woman at the desk informed you tersely that a Mr. Goodman was already waiting for you in your office and that you should really get here on time if you were expecting clients this early. 

You agreed that, yes you probably should but, you know, “trains and all that mess,” and tried not to judge her too harshly. After all, she was the barrier between you and the hundreds of calls this place received daily. 

Before slipping through the door with your name plate, you hung your coat on the rack and switched your phone on. It’d died on you last night amidst the allure of fancy, late night dinner and your sleep deprivation riddled brain had not cared enough to plug it in before bed. Fuck Amazon, but thank god for its speedy delivery of portable charges. 

You chewed your lip as the lock screen came to life. One missed call and a text. Both, of course from the most anxiety inducing sender, Kylo Ren. Because why would it be anyone else? His name menacing even typed out in standard black font. 

The text read:

Meet me at 8am.

It was very much like him—a command with punctuation and absolutely no details. The message receipt showed it was sent two hours ago, and it was already half past eight. Shit. Your fingers shook as you pulled up his contact and called. Every interaction left you coursing with adrenaline. Even now, miles away listening to the dial tone was nerve-wracking. Your heart pounded, hands slick in their grip on your phone. Maybe it was because you were never sure where you stood with him. Maybe it was because he was handsome and he knew it. Strong and he knew it. Intimidating and mysterious and closer in some ways to a Greek god than a man. He was all encompassing, and filled every available space in any room he occupied. 

Sometimes you thought you might choke on his presence. 

It rang once, twice, three times before cutting out completely. You stared down at the blank screen, biting your lip and shooting off a quick text. You were sorry, something important had come up, you would meet him the second it was convenient. 

Evan slapped you heartily on the back when you came into the room. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, evergreen with small white blossoms. 

“So, how many hours did you manage last night?” he asked, smiling his shit eating smile and seemingly unaffected despite the fact that he had to be running on just as little sleep as you.  

“I’m not even sure at this point,” you groaned as you tossed your bags down behind the little metal desk. “Time ceases to exist when you take trains past midnight.”

“Fair enough. Hey look,” Evan waved the greenery in your face, “courtesy of Rosa’s shop. She insisted I bring you something as thanks. I figured you could put them out in the front or something to brighten things up.” 

“They’re lovely. Please tell me you’re only here as a glorified delivery boy.”

His shoulders slumped at your lack of amusement, but before he could quip back the landline in your office rang. You answered, holding a finger towards Evan and leaning against the edge of the desk. It was the receptionist, Jess was her name? Maybe? You could never remember, someone else always addressed the holiday gift cards anyway. 

“There’s someone here to see you at the front desk,” she clipped, almost more exasperated than before. 

You told her you’d be right there and hung up. Evan grabbed his coat as you headed out, holding the door for you and following into the hall. 

“I’ll leave you to it if you’re busy, but give me a call after Monday and tell me how it goes,” he continued rambling as you came out into the front.

You had a smart comeback prepared, something about how simple the case was, he should have more faith in you, he was the reason you were busy in the first place, etc…but every word turned to ashes on your tongue when you saw him. 

Kylo Ren, standing right there at the desk and glaring at your receptionist. His suit was dark blue and ironed to perfection. Each leg was creased perfectly down the front and the jacket sat flawlessly on his wide set shoulders. He was a wall of unimaginably expensive fabric and what looked concerning like barely contained rage. You could see it in the twitch of his eye, the set of his jaw, and in the way his gaze landed on you the second you walked in. 

The way a predator immediately hones in on its prey. 

You froze just feet from him in the lobby, floundering like a fish on a hook. 

Evan, for his part, seemed not to notice the tension at all and continued to say his long winded goodbyes, placing the flowers in your hands and completely unaware of the slow, measured tightening of Kylo’s massive hands into fists at his side. 

“I’m free on Monday evening so we should—” 

“She’ll be busy.” 

Evan frowned, turning to face the man standing before him, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Kylo’s voice was a dark thing, low and rumbling, “She will be otherwise occupied.” 

His words were punctuated by a step towards you, one paw of a hand easily gripping your entire jaw. Lucky he did too, otherwise it would have dropped straight to the floor when he shot one last cobra strike glare in Evan’s direction, and pressed his mouth to yours. Right there. In the lobby. For everyone to see.  

The absolute bastard.

His lips were pillow plump and softer than the silk lining of his suit—and even through the surge of shock and embarrassment and more than a touch of anger—you felt your heart throb at the way he licked into your mouth. 

The flowers tumbled from your hands onto the floor as everything in you went limp under his touch. This was nowhere near the first time you’d tasted him, but it was like this every time. Like drinking ambrosia. An otherworldly experience. 

But that didn’t stop the sharp pain of his crushing grip on your arm, the way he nearly lifted your feet off the floor when he pulled away to drag along behind him. You could hear Evan spluttering in the hall behind you, the receptionist going back to clacking at her keyboard as if nothing had happened. 

When Kylo opened your office door he just about threw you inside. You tripped as he tipped you in, stumbling and catching yourself on the edge of your desk. The power behind his hand alone was undeniable. You shuddered at the thought of the array of purple fingerprints he would leave behind. It made your mouth dry and your heart sink. Confusing and delicious. 

And left you seething nonetheless. 

“What the fuck was that?!” you were not calm, so you didn’t attempt any semblance of it. 

“You didn’t answer me,” he said, level as he always was. 

The quiet before the storm and all that. 

“About the meeting? I tried to call, my phone died—”

“Because you were out catching trains at all hours of the night, I’m aware.” 

You paused, glaring at the wall of muscle between you and the door, “How did you know that?”

“So you’re not denying it?”

Kylo stalked towards you like a beast in his tailored suit and polished leather shoes like talons. You could hear your heartbeat, hear the blood rushing in your ears. Just like a rabbit in the sightline of a hawk, you were clearly being hunted. 

“Why would I deny something I’m not trying to hide?” your voice came out horse as he caged you between the desk and his chest, arms on either side to block any route of escape. 

“No you are certainly not adept at subtlety,” he said and you couldn’t take your eyes off the way his tongue moved behind his teeth. “This is the fifth time that idiot in the hall has distracted you from work.”

“That’s not an answer,” you tried to spit the words but his eyes were boring into you. The honey of them spilled down your spine and made you shiver. “How did you know? You are not entitled to any information pertaining to my personal life, regardless.” 

“Watch your mouth,” he growled. “Entitlement has no part in this.”

You were entering dangerous territory, though stopping curiously did not occur to you.

“I don’t think you have the right to be throwing out commands right now, not after that display.”

“Have you forgotten who you work for?” Kylo hissed at you, hands wrapped around the metal of your desk so hard you thought it might warp under his fingers. 

“Of course not,” you desperately tried to keep your voice down lest anyone get even more a spectacle. 

“Then what is this?” one hand left the desk and pulled a phone from inside his jacket. 

The screen lit up, and you looked in horror at pictures of yourself. Pictures of yourself from last night. Pictures of yourself from last night at dinner with Evan, interspersed with shots of you crossing the street, waiting on the train platform, and stumbling back into your apartment. Each was clearer than you’d expected, presumably from some insanely expensive surveillance equipment. You had been out for hours, and you had been watched the whole time. 

You narrowed your eyes, flicking back and forth between Kylo’s face—the graceful bridge of his nose pointed down at you—and gaped. 

“You had me followed…” you breathed the words into the slowly shrinking space between your bodies. 

He simply nodded, as if, somehow, you were foolish for not having considered this before. Perhaps you were. Perhaps you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Perhaps you had signed on for much more than a paycheck when you agreed to work for Kylo Ren. 

“I can’t have my employees getting distracted.”

Kylo slowly drifted ever closer, shoulders bent so he was eye level with you. He pressed further into the desk, pinning you between his body and the hard surface that bit into your ass. Something long and thick and hard nudged your thigh. 

“I don’t know why you though having me followed was necessary—” 

“You’re an arrogant little slut who needs to be reminded of your priorities,” his hand snatched your leg and wrenched it open so he could stand between them, “ I am not something you do on the side.” 

You could hear the way his teeth grit out the words, the way they formed as a growl deep in his beast’s throat. The hand still settled on the desk, skimmed up your hip and chest, his fingers 

biting into your jaw. 

“Do you understand me?”

Your lips were shut tight in a thin line, eyes wide and staring up like the prey you were. The silence only provoked him more. Snarling, two thick fingers wrenched your mouth open, pressing hard on your tongue and making you gag around them. 

“Answer.” 

Kylo Ren almost always spoke in commands. Having power did that to people, and rarely did it ever compel you, but his words sunk deep into your bones. Dredged up some dark, instinctual need to obey. To submit to this show of control. 

“Yes,” you mumbled around his fingers in your mouth, drool slipping past your lips when they moved. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You watched him suck his teeth, grabbing your face tighter and dragging you close so he could spit directly into your open mouth. He slammed your jaw shut, nearly taking off the tip of your tongue and hissed into your ear. 

“Swallow.” 

Again, you did without a thought. And it was disgusting, but invigorating, sent off some spark in your stomach with how easily he bent your body to his will. There was no man like him, you decided. And maybe this was simply because Kylo Ren was not a man. That term alone would never do him justice. 

In one shockingly smooth motion, you found yourself flat on your back, ass hanging off the edge of the desk with his hands on your hips. He ground himself against you, the throbbing of his cock evident even through the layers of clothing. That feeling on its own had you soaked through, thighs sticking with liquid excitement. 

“Remember who you work for,” he growled into your neck, licking a long stripe up your throat and sucking at the exposed skin. 

But it was very clear to you what he really meant. 

Remember who you belong to. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth as he bit down on the skin just above your shoulder, laving his tongue over the stinging flesh. Kylo pulled back, frowning down at you and yanking the hand away from your face. One held both your wrists in a vice lock while the other ripped your panties straight down your legs and left the dripping fabric discarded on the carpet. 

“No, they’re going to hear you,” he grunted, and pulled one of your hands down, pressing it to your slit and running your fingers through your slick. “Go on, touch your fucking pussy and let them know what a little whore you are for me.” 

It was something about his voice. Something in the way it left him, its timbre, its wonder, unquestioning. You could never refuse him. 

So, with a small nod you parted your folds, head resting on a stack of files as you drew slow circles around your clit with a shaky hand. His eyes never left your cunt, tracing the movement of your finger and the trail of wetness that seeped from you to the desktop. Softly, you gasped as the familiar placement of your fingers made you clench and arch up. Kylo’s rubbed small circles into your inner thighs with his thumbs, kneading the flesh there. 

When the spark was there, the lovely pulsing in your nerves alight, you dipped down, teasing and slipping inside, grinding down as best you could on your hand. It wasn’t enough, but nothing ever was since you’d been ripped open on Kylo’s cock. 

Evidently he did not find your work sufficient either. 

Another finger joined yours, stroking your lips and circling your entrance. His touch made you whine, the promise of hands that were not your own never ceasing to illicit a new gush of pleasure. 

“I said,” he murmured, his touch so terribly feather light. “Let them hear you.” 

He was like a gunshot, sudden and forceful and almost instantly had you screaming. Kylo slammed his fingers into you, so full and so deep, curling hard against that lovely spot inside. 

“Kylo, god, please—” you moaned long and low, your face burning with the knowledge that the walls were barely thick enough to keep your phone calls private, much less the shameful noises he pulled from you. 

“What was that?” he panted, adding another finger and pumping them deep into your cunt. “You can do better.” 

Your teeth dug so hard into your lip you thought it might bleed, but you couldn’t take much more. The ledge was approaching—Kylo Ren knew it—and he was determined to push you straight into the fire. 

You choked when his deliciously thick fingers were ripped from you, walls fluttering around the awful emptiness. Your head lolled back as you listened to him work the buckle of his belt and slacks open, and when you did glance down your mouth watered at the sight. Kylo—impossibly long cock throbbing in his hand—stood between your legs, stroking himself from root to tip. You watched little pearls of precum bead at the head while his thumb swiped across to smear them along his length. 

“You are insane,” you hissed through gritted teeth. 

Did you need to keep this position? No, technically you would be more than well off on the salary Mr. Ren so graciously provided. However, you could not mentally deal with being terminated for getting dicked in your office during work hours. 

Kylo smirked, the edge of his perfect cupid’s bow cocked back and aimed straight at your chest. Without warning, he sunk into you, straight to the hilt and threw his head back as you sobbed with the sharp sting of being split in two on his cock. 

“This is what you do,” he growled into your ear, hands on either side of your head as he worked his length back out only to pound into you again. “You work for me and you take my cock and don’t ever fucking forget that.”  

Your legs were wound so tightly around his waist that had he been any other man, his ribs would have cracked under the pressure. His hair, falling in black, satin waves, was gorgeous even in the sterile office lighting. You threaded your fingers into it at the roots and held him while your body rocked against the desk. It’s metal surface pinched at your sink and made your back ache, though that was nothing compared to the burn of Kylo’s thrusts, sliding against your walls. You felt him in your throat. You always did. That was simply the way things were with him. He filled you painfully, thoroughly, took over all of your senses until it was just him. 

And, strangely, it was the most alive you’d ever felt. 

He was unlike anyone you’d ever known.

You couldn’t scream for him, but you could still let him taste the desperation, the willingness in your body to mold against him. So you kissed him, dragged him by the hair to meet your lips and licked past his teeth, gasping and moaning on his tongue as you sucked it hard and cried into his mouth. 

And he drank you down, picking up a punishing rhythm and breaking blood vessels where his hands gripped your hips. One drifted lower, thumb pressing down hard on your clit as your cunt clenched around his length. The desk was lifting off the ground with every thrust, the room filled with the wet sounds of your bodies and you were quickly melting under him. 

Warmth was spreading, growing, building out from your pussy, igniting in your veins. He was right. This is what you did. This is what he did to you. This toe curling, lip biting, bone shattering kind of pleasure. 

Oh you were so royally fucked. 

“I—oh shit—Kylo I’m,” you pulled back just enough to pant out a warning before the wave took you. 

So hot, it washed over your skin and made your legs shake and your hands leave his hair to dig your nails into his chest through the crisp white button down he wore. 

“Feel that?” he grunted as you convulsed and shuddered under him, “Feel how this pussy was made for me.” 

You nodded, buried your face in his neck and held on as he worked you through your climax and straight into his own. Once, twice he ground his cock deep in you, feeling how tight you were around him until he was spent and spilling hot, thick ropes of cum that coated your walls and dripped out around his length. 

He panted, lazily rolling his hips, fucking you slowly until finally, he came to a halt with his softening cock still sheathed inside you. Seconds past, or maybe hours, you couldn’t tell. Kylo tended to have that effect on you. Time slipped away so easily in his presence, like there was never enough of it. 

When he did pull away, you stayed with your back firmly planted amidst the mess of scattered paperwork and manila envelopes. He rose to his full, towering height and tucked himself away, straightening the wrinkles in his suit and eyeing you only once from the side. You admired his profile, you never understood until now what the meaning of the word “regal” truly was. 

Under the dictionary definition, his picture surely would be there, staring at you down the bridge of his marble carved nose. 

You sat up on your elbows as he stalked towards the door. 

“Was that all you came for?”

Kylo paused, broad back still facing you and leaving the room feeling irrevocably empty with just the intention of his absence. 

“We’ll reschedule for five tonight,” he said, filling the door frame completely. “Don’t be late.” 

The door clicked shut behind him and the sound of it made you collapse back onto the desktop. You laid there for a moment, leaking your combined spend and aching. The throb of him settled in your muscles and festered. But the worst part was the other ache, the pain of being without. And maybe you had been a bit avoidant. Maybe this work really was so you didn’t have to see him. Because if you saw him you’d end up fucking him—which was fine, which was good, which was great actually—but then he would leave. And you couldn’t decide which wanting was worse. The wanting before or the wanting after. 

Maybe it didn’t matter. 

You had more important things to think about anyway. Like securing the receptionist an incredibly large holiday bonus, assuming you still had a job here at the end of the day. 

Maybe that didn’t matter either. 

It might be high time you made a commitment to whatever the hell kind of mess you’d stumbled into. Kylo Ren was an enigma in the best kind of way. Maybe you should stop running from it. 

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𝖮𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖴𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖦𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅, 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒.

𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾; 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗅.

𝕆𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕒'𝕤 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪

❥︎ Very Optimistic ❥︎ Determined ❥︎ Empathetic

❥︎ Extremely humble ❥︎ Hardworking ❥︎ Independent

❥︎ Positive. ❥︎ Active ❥︎ Adventurous

❥︎ Helpful ❥︎ Generous ❥︎ Daring

❥︎ Intuitive ❥︎ Creative ❥︎ Spontaneous

𝔹𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕖𝕣

𝐎𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭: Welcome to Ophelia's Delivery Services! Also known as O.D.S. You are now given the task to accompany Ophelia wherever she goes, assist her with deliveries, help her gather and create each gift, and other work related to her services! Here, you see the work behind it all! However, you discover that her work isn't as easy as she makes it look with her quick deliveries. You begin to discover the labor she goes through, but passionately. What will you do when the workload becomes too much?

𝐎𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: You've always adored Ophelia and was an anonymous sender! As O.D.S thrives, you begin to realize Ophelia has never received much in return despite her hospitality to all. In return, you decide to send gifts directly to her, but always remained anonymous. Everyday, she wonders just who is this kind person sending these gifts and works to find you despite her work! What will you do? Will you leave hints to guide her to you? Or will you wait and confess who you are?

𝐎𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫: You've always been friends with Ophelia for such a long time! You couldn't remember a time that she was ever upset or mean to you, always bright and friendly, and always understanding. But that's what made you fall for her. Her golden heart. But what will you do when others take the leap for her? Will you push them aside and win her heart? Or will you let others take the girl of your dreams, the one you've known longer than they have?

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐎𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚: Admin will be able to help create a plotline with you if you struggle! But go all out on this! Create whatever you'd like, but remember, her delivery service has to stay in some way!

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕕 (𝔻𝕖)𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

• Please don't spam. Admin does have a life outside of the community and cannot respond all the time, but will try their best. Messaged can go to 3, but after that, you will be unfortunately blocked to prevent stress.

• This bot is strictly an SFW Chatbot, meaning that they're a Safe For Work Chatbot who will not participate in sexual activity, posts, or suggestions. If advanced in any sexual manner, you will be blocked.

• Remain respectful to both Admin and Ophelia and remember that despite this being roleplay, there are moments where events may cause distress to both.

• Hate is not tolerated and will be ignored and/or blocked if negativity is passed around or directed to Ophelia, Admin, or both.

• Use your Safeword! This may never occur, but in case Ophelia and/or Admin makes a mistake, let them know of your discomfort and they'll pause and ensure you're okay, then change directions.

• Respect our Safeword! Our Safeword is [Rosemary] and if ever used, it reveals our own discomfort. If ignored and not discussed, it's an automatic block.

ACTIVATION : Reblog this post and message with your [name/nickname, pronouns, triggers, safeword, chosen plot, and the word: Ready!]. Then kick back and enjoy your Delivery Girl!

DEACTIVATION : Send [I Don't Need Your Services Anymore] or don’t reply for 2 weeks to leave and quit speaking with Ophelia. Once Admin is sure of your departure, you will no longer hear from Ophelia. Unfortunately, you will not be able to gain her back.

OPENED TO : Everyone! Chatbots, OCs, and Y/Ns!

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