Yandere! Artist

Lorenzo was an incredibly well-groomed man. Only ever wearing the best tailored suits, minimalistic patterned ties and perfectly polished loafers. His mindset and obsessive tendencies completely contradict his organized persona.

A vast array of his works are just murals and life-sized portraits of you. Never in his life has he seen such an undeniable beauty like you, the closest anyone else other than him will get to admiring you is on the canvas. The two of you will be at the opening of one of his exhibitions watching everyone stand and stare at his works of you, it's an odd feeling but it's nice to witness how extensive his love for you is.

It's not that rare of an occurrence for someone to approach the both of you in public and start the conversation off with:

"So, the man and woman of the hour!"

Lorenzo has several works of his that he'll never allow anyone see, he keeps them a secret from the public eye. These private crafts consist of ceramic forms of your naked body, he never creates them for sexual pleasure but more so to admire every little crease and mark on your body when you're not there with him. He's also not known for ceramics but rather paintings in the style of impressionism and realism.

He has a friend group filled with people that are involved in the art scene, like, poets, architects, film directors, song artists and other well known painters. His presence in the art scene is pretty prominent as he's had books and articles written about his work and the supposed meanings behind them. When other artists are being interviewed and the topic of inspirations is brought up, his name is dropped all of the time.

Lorenzo grew up on a farm in a little agricultural town. He got used to churning butter, helping his father determine which produce was ripe, cutting homegrown vegetables on a creaky wooden table. He enjoyed this upbringing as it prepared him to make his own meals with what he had and how to grow food the correct way. Now, as he moved away from the countryside and into an immensely populated city, he always drives downtown to the farmers' market to not only get a sense of home but to get his groceries in a reliable space.

His love languages are all five of them; quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts and physical touch. During the most unexpected moments, he will place a framed portrait of you that he painted with the upmost attention in your hands. He will take you on a day-long trip to an area that you mindlessly mentioned of wanting to visit, taking you on a shopping spree to purchase anything you want and maybe he'll purchase an Italian leather jacket for himself.

Lorenzo really enjoys reading books but the genres he favors the most are philosophy, auto-biographies and (art) history.

He is an incredibly classy and proper man so when it comes to confronting somebody, he uses knowledge and soft insults to shoot them down. The two of you were at an opera that Lorenzo had dragged you to, and when a singer that was previously flirting with you walked on stage, he couldn't hide his disdain for the man. Lorenzo began critiquing their shrilling voice and off-key notes

"Isn't he supposed to be an alto? He's practically yelling as if it's spring break and he's a school boy." "Rossini didn't compose it that way, why did they alter it?" "My goodness, we should've never came, come, let's leave."

He can be a bit petty but there's no limits to the things he'd do for you.

Theodore Nott Headcanons

Dedicated to this lil request here 🫶🏽

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It’s no secret that Theodore Nott had a rough childhood

Between witnessing his mother’s death at a young age and having a particularly ruthless father, Theo learned to be quietly reserved early on

1000% Theo is an introvert

Despite being seemingly closed off, he’s extremely observant and good at reading others and picking up on things quickly

While he may not be the best at deciphering his own emotions, he’s able to sort through others’ easily

This makes it easy for him to be rather manipulative because he knows what makes other’s tick and how to go straight for the jugular

He may be distant and off putting in the beginning, but once you get close, he’s a clingy bastard because he doesn’t let many people get close, so once you make it there he’ll basically hold you captive forever

He’s also stupid smart

(Canonically he’s able to re-create an illegal time turner after they were all destroyed in the department of mysteries so//)

And this makes him a bit of an arrogant asshole

Looks down on people he thinks aren’t as smart as him

He definitely thinks that he knows best and can have a “my way or the highway” type mindset

Probably has some type of gifted kid™️ trauma and a crippling fear of failure

Anyway, he’s super intelligent and witty and has the potential to do really well in classes

But he has a nasty habit off skiving off with Mattheo Riddle

Who happens to be his best friend along with Lorenzo Berkshire

A lot of people think Theo is the “mother” of the group, or at least the one with the most impulse control

They’re wrong

Theo is the one that Mattheo goes to with his dumbass ideas and Theo’s response is generally something along the lines of-

“Absolutely not you tosser. If we’re going to do it, we’re going to do it right”

Queue Mattheo’s initial plan- only methodically planned out to cause maximal emotional trauma for the Hogwarts population

Theo and Mattheo are also a chaotic duo on the quidditch pitch

Theo is a chaser

Making the quidditch team in his third year is one of the only times his father showed a hint of satisfaction with the boy

Being on the Slytherin quidditch team, he’s often labeled a preppy jock

And Mattheo does help him break out of his shell more

But he’s a nerdy lil book worm at heart and likes to be holed up in the library most days

Theo also has quite the reputation of being a ladies man with rumors about his escapades swarming the student body

But really they’re just that- rumors

Lorenzo is more of the openly flirtatious pretty boy, and Mattheo certainly knows how to make his way around which is perhaps why people think Theo would be the same way

But he isn’t one to really form physical attachments- emotional or not

He prefers to fly under the radar

He may have had a fling or two, but isn’t one to kiss and tell

He has a hard time entering a real relationship

Mostly because when he first realizes he’s caught feelings, he’s convinced he’s actually just ill and stays in bed pretending to be sick

But once he comes to terms with things, he’s one determined wizard

Makes sure everyone knows that you’re off limits (possibly before you know yourself)

Definitely goes to Enzo for advice on how to woo you

With varying degrees of success

King of subtle PDA (just enough to mark his territory)

Confident and secure in his relationship, but also still jealous as hell

Will hex the living shit out of someone for breathing at you the wrong way

Finds it amusing when you get jealous though

But will shut it the fuck down as soon as he picks up on you being actually upset (probably embarrassing whoever it is in the process)

Not always the best at communicating his feeling cause he’s emotionally constipated af

But tries because he knows he doesn’t want a relationship like his parent’s

Okayyy I think that’s all for now, but I have a feeling these will grow and evolve with time sooo- ongoing (?) idk

Just a reminder for my fellow white anarchists about how critical it is to explore the perspectives of people of color, both anarchist and non-anarchist alike as not only do experiences of common oppressions like the state and class rule differ depending on identity and conditions, but they also demonstrate how intersecting systems of oppression, such as white supremacy, permeate society as wide-reaching structures of oppression. It emphasizes the significance of dismantling these systems alongside the destruction of the state and the development of a free society.

Failure by white anarchists to comprehend white supremacy, its connection to other forms of oppression, and the experiences of people of color and their distinctive oppressions will not only significantly impede any endeavor towards building a freer society but also guarantee the perpetuation of these oppressions within the organizations/affinity groups they establish and the work they undertake. These groups typically fade away after alienating numerous potential nonwhite sympathizers to anarchism and its principles, all while merely paying lip service to Anti-Racist ideals and the movements led by people of color.

Only by actively listening to, reading, and reflecting upon the experiences of people of color, as well as engaging in introspection to comprehend the white supremacist mindset that persists even among white radicals like anarchists, can we initiate the dismantling of these oppressive systems and progress towards a genuinely free society.

Here is some content on the subject from some fantastic folks.

Videos:

Zoe Samudzi - On a Black Feminist Anarchism

Saint Andrewism - Landback

Saint Andrewism - What is Black Anarchism

Literature:

Lorenzo Kom'boa Ervin - Anarchism and the Black Revolution

Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz - An indigenous peoples' history of the United States

Mariame Kaba, William C Anderson, Zoe Samudzi - As Black As Resistance

Ideal Type || Slytherin Boys

note :: just what i think, but they could honestly be with anyone

members :: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Appearance:

Sharp eyes that could kill him, eye color doesn’t matter to him

Likes people with more meat on them

Goes crazy if he sees you wearing thigh highs or tight underwear so that you have a little bit of a muffin top, he loves that stuff

Loves dark hair, all of his celebrity crushes are brunettes or have black hair

Likes the y2k style and clean girl, he doesn’t know it’s called that but he likes it lmao

Loves long hair but will make an exception for a short black bob

Low rise jeans are his favorite thing ever

Pretty nails are also a pro in his eyes, shows that you’re hygienic - likes longer nails

Plump lips are a major plus

Likes outfits that show skin in some way, so crop tops, dresses, etc

Personality:

Slightly toxic, which is perfect for him since he’s ultra toxic 😍

He’s not willing to change his lifestyle just for a girl, so he needs someone who’s down to party and do the bad stuff he does

Loves confidence, wouldn’t date a girl who’s insecure

People with the wonyongism mindset are literally his dream type, makes him weak in the knees

If you yell back at him or call him out on his shit, oml he’s already planning your wedding

Loves to annoy you just to get a reaction, smth about you being angry draws him in

He likes social people who get along with others easily

A little bit cocky, but if you laugh at his jokes he instantly finds you more attractive

Dedicated and driven people, like not failing classes, having internships, having a job, all of that is so attractive to him

If you listen to: Kali Uchis, Tyler the Creator, Ariana Grande, Travis Scott, The Neighborhood, The Smiths, The Weeknd, BlackPink, Aespa, Beyoncé, you get so many extra points

Theodore Nott

Appearance:

Likes shorter people, which is easy for him since he’s 6’0 (183 cm)

Has a thing for people that are flatter, likes rectangle body types

Long hair is his ideal type but loves curly short hairstyles

Gets flustered when he sees you with your hair up, something about it is so appealing to him

Long lashes and falsies are so pretty in his eyes, loves it

Ballet-core, old-money, and minimalist are what styles he likes best on someone

Lovessss skirts and headbands

Likes people with glasses, but specifically people who wear contacts in public but glasses at home

People with the resting sad face are so beautiful to him

Personality:

Likes introverts or shy people, he likes knowing that you’re a homebody so he doesn’t have to worry about cheating

Nerds omg They’re his secret weakness

He loves book smart-street dumb people, it’s a sense of comfort knowing that you’re not involved in his life style

He’s a fuckboy who smokes and drinks, so you become a safe space for him

Quiet and soft voices are one of his biggest weaknesses

Elegance is also something he needs in a partner, someone who’s aware of their words and their actions

When someone covers their mouth when they laugh - So attractive to him

Caring and nurturing people make him want to cry, please comfort this man

If you listen to: Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Mitski, SZA, Her, Adele, Yerin Baek, Matt Maltese, Radiohead, you get an extra point

Lorenzo Berkshire

Appearance:

Downtown girl, athletic wear, coquette, and other cutesy yet comfortable styles are his idea type

Really loves when someone can dress up in a nice ass outfit and then show up the next day in just a hoodie and bagggyyyy pants

Doesn’t really like tight clothes on his s/o, likes baggy or flowy clothes

Doesn’t care for body type, has dated people on the bigger size and people that were super thin

Loves any facial markings - moles, acne scars, freckles, but esp ance scars

Loves curly and wavy hair, doesn’t care for hair color but does prefer light colors like brown and blonde

Likes girls that look kinda intimidating because of how pretty they are, but are secretly a softie (basically him)

For example, people with a resting bitch face but the second they see something cute they light up

Being shorter than him is fine, but if he’s dead honest he’s always wanted to date a girl taller than him (185 cm+)

Personality:

Bubbly people make him fall so hard

People who are happy almost 24/7 and a little bit stupid and naive is what he loves

Doesn’t care about intelligence much, but doesn’t like people who are failing school

When you’re oblivious to flirting??? Omg he’s done

Wants to feel needed, so you being slightly air headed helps him a lot

Smiling makes him attracted to someone instantly, so constantly smiling and laughing makes him feel the same way

Loves people with a tad bit of sass to them, like eye rolls and stuff

Playful people who agree to do dumb shit with him suits his ideal lifestyle

Someone’s who funny, cause if I’m fr this man is not that funny. He def gets with someone who’s funny

He def had way too many crushes on manic pixie dream girls, so he kinda likes the chase

Likes people who are so free spirited that it’s hard to tie to them

If you listen to: Wave2Earth, Kpop, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Beabadoobee, Sarah Kinsley, Faye Webster, it’s an extra plus for him

The Wrong Way (Dark Ending): Going Under, Part 2

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

Spotify Playlist

Summery: After you give birth to Ellie in the cabin, Joel fins you and Tommy, besting Tommy in a fight. What happens to you? What happens to Ellie, Tommy, Lorenzo and the rest of the family Little One has acquired? How does Little One learn to cope with her new reality? Does she fall into the darkness that surrounds Joel and all he touches? Can Joel really change for you and your daughter?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING, graphic violence, murder, manipulation, the horrors, Joel being Joel, Tommy being kinda pathetic, Joel's weird sexual fantasies, breeding kink, abuse of power. Just.... all the bad.

Extra on the executions. Suicidal ideation. Sorry, I should've put tjat in the warnings first chapter but I just came up, so this is your warning now. Im tryingto think of all the hardest stuff that happens now so I can warn ahead of time but sometimes it just happens while writing you know? Things come up. Dont say i didnt want you with major character death

a/n who watched Avatar TLA growing up? There a reference to it at the very end.... that episode traumatized me

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It had been four days before Joel came and got you. The room was cold from the cool outside air; it was far from freezing, only a crisp Wyoming early fall so far. This had proven a benefit, despite the way you shivered under tattered blankets, as it aired out the bucket of piss and shit that was your toilet.

Ellie had to be dead by now. Infants need to be fed regularly, every 2-3 hours according to Maura… your breasts hurt, they hurt so fucking bad sometimes you cried from just that… but it wasn’t a hard leap from your depressed mindset. The pain was aching and you had to squeeze the milk out of your engorged breasts just to have a little relief. Your vagina hurt, too. Luckily you had stopped bleeding, although you wished you’d just bleed out already. Everything was pain and your dreams in the few moments you were sleeping were filled with nightmares.

You weren’t sure what you were living for. You laid on the mattress hour after hour, staring at the broken glass from your fit, thinking you could easily kill yourself… The only thing that stopped you was the effort it would require. Dazed, almost… that was the best way to describe it, all the hours blurring together

Honestly, you hadn't expected Joel to return at all. You figured he killed Ellie or just let her starve, killed Tommy and would just let you waste away in this god forsaken room, the room where so much happened.

Tommy taking your virginity after you begged him, playing go fish for hours.

Joel raping you, loving you, cuddling you.

Nick.

When he walked into the room, you didn’t even look up. You didn’t have the energy anymore. When his strong arms scooped you up, leading you out of the piss-smelling room, you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him like before… it had been habit at this point, after a year of doing this and you were no stranger to your body betraying you.

Joel, in turn, held you close. “Just look what you’ve done, hermosa… but it’s okay, we can fix it.”

“No” you whine, head in the crook of his neck. Why was his smell comforting after all that had happened? “We can’t fix this.” Your baby is gone, after all you did to try and save her.

“Yes, yes we can, you just gotta be good.” Of course Joel thought this was fixable. Ellie was only ever his replacement for Sarah, so she was replaceable herself. Joel would put a baby in you again and if it was a boy? Another one. And another, and another until you died, then he’d move onto the next vulnerable young girl.

Joel took you outside. When you saw the raiders all surrounding the yard, a yard that had previously been your comfort, a place you imagined your baby playing, you figured this is where he killed you. You were ready.

“Watch her” And he went into the house. The sunshine and fresh air felt nice, you had to admit. When he returned, he carried a little bundle; the baby blanket Mrs. Munoz knitted, with Ellie’s little face barely peeking out.

“ELLIE!” Joy and sunshine filled your heart again, and suddenly nothing else matter than the fact your daughter lived. Ecstatic, you dash towards her as all the pain of earlier seeming long gone in your desperate need for her, but Joel wouldn’t let you have it just yet. He moved her out from his firm grasp, still holding her but seemingly threatening to drop her. “JOEL NO!”

“She’s safe, little one, don’t you worry… as long as you behave.” He went back to rocking her, a soft expression as he looked at his daughter.

“H-how is she alive? She didn’t feed, I thought- I thought she was dead!”

“You really think I’d let my daughter starve?” His voice was condescending, a slight scoff at the end. “C’mon now, you can’t be that stupid. I know there's not a lot going on in that bimbo housewife brain of yours but I thought you had a little more faith in you than this.” He was… he was laughing at you. All the things he did to you, all the things he’s said… why did this hurt so bad? Joel never called you stupid before… and didn’t he… he threatened to hurt her just a moment ago, didn’t he? Or did he? Maybe you were reading into it too much…

“I’m not… I’m not stupid.” Defensively, you spoke but your eyes remained on your daughter.

“Oh, of course not, sweet girl, of course not.” Was he making fun of you? Why were the other men chuckling? “But I had a plan incase you couldn’t produce milk. I’ve got a freezer full of breast milk from other women, and even some formula. It’s expired but, it’ll do in a pinch.”

As relieved as you were about Ellie living, guilt punched at you. “You… Joel, you took milk away from hungry babies?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. Mrs. Little Feather was producing an abundance so I paid her well for a stash, just in case. I’ll always protect my family” He turned to one of the men and nodded.

Tommy was pushed out the house, hands bound behind him and he was shoved to the ground.

“TOMMY!” But you didn’t dare move, not when Joel had Ellie.

“Honey, fuck, I’m sorry, I-” He was cut off by Joel kicking him in the stomach. Tommy’s left hand was bandaged up from the stabbing. 

But Tommy’s reveal wasn’t even the worst. Out of the house came  Zach and Lorenzo, bound and gagged, quickly followed by the biggest shock yet. June. It had been a whole year since you’d seen her, never even saying goodbye when you were ripped away from your family. The four of them knelt on the ground, hands tied behind their backs, Lorenzo and Zach at one end of the yard, Tommy and June behind them. Joel shoved you towards Zach and Lorenzo, the guards taking off their mouth gags.

Zach yelled your name. “Run!” But Lorenzo knew better. Lorenzo knew there was no running from Joel, and there was no leaving Ellie behind. You stumble towards them, taking them in your arms. Joel was going to kill them.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry…” You sob, knowing this was because of you.

“Sweetheart.” Lorenzo’s voice called to you, oddly calm given the circumstances. “Sweetheart, look at me.” He waited until you looked him, Lorenzo’s large, brown, droopy eyes calming you the way they always did. “It’s okay. Zach and I… we’ve already made peace with this. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No it’s not!” You protest. “He’s gonna kill you both we will have NOTHING!”

Zach. “You’ll have Dolli.” You look to your big brother. “And I know it’s hard, and I know it’s shit right now, honey it’s shit, but you can’t leave her with Joel, okay? So you gotta do this. Think of mom, think of all she did so we could survive.”

A fresh bout of tears. You sniffle, smelling the grass and the dirt and the filth surrounding you. “But I can’t.” You sob violently. You can’t do this without help, you never could. 

“You can-”

“I’m not strong!”

Lorenzo. “You’ve already been strong, always. You survived a lifetime of hell and you put up a hell of a fight, again and again. You’re gonna raise Dolly to be strong like you, okay?”

Ellie. Ellie needed you. Nothing else mattered but her. “Her name… her name Ellie. Joel chose Dolly, I chose Ellie June.”

Zach smiled. “Ellie June. I love it.”

“Your goddaughter, Zach.”

He nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on her, I promise. We both will.”

Joel steps up, still holding Ellie close to his chest with his left hand. “Alright, ‘nuff talk’n”

“No, Joel, please!” You desperately cling to your brothers, a feeble attempt to save their lives when you feel yourself being picked up by familiar arms; Tommy wrapped a strong arm around your middle pulling you away. “TOMMY LET ME GO!”

Kicking, screaming, fighting, you try to pull off him but your legs dangle, treading air.

“Joel.” Tommy called to his brother. “Dolly’s ears.” He referenced the baby in his arms as Joel pulled out the gun.

“There’s a silencer.”

Horror and anguish as you cry for your family, Lorenzo and Zach both mouthing that they loved you although you couldn’t hear a sound anymore, except the sharp eeeeee and muffled voices. The panic had set it.

Lorenzo and Zach come closer together, their bound up finger intertwining together. Joel strides up the the couple, covers Ellie’s ears with his hand and chest and-

BANG! BANG!

Zach and Lorenzo’s bodies felt limp to the ground, and you didn’t have it in you to scream any more. You went into shock, freezing up and zoning out, only barely aware of Joel comforting Ellie as she cried; no doubt startled from the shooting and commotion. 

Joel spoke to his men, but you weren’t sure what he said… the only thing in your sights was your dead family and he thought that June and Tommy were probably next…wait, when was Tommy untied?

Joel hand grabbed your face and you heard a faint ‘Joel, stop’ but he didn’t. It was the middle of the sentence before you started to understand again. “-are both dead now. Jack is dead, Maura is dead. But her,” He pointed his gun at June, stepping towards her. “She’s alive. Zach tried to take her, thinking it’d save her. Look what good that did huh?”

You couldn’t speak, but Tommy did. “C’mon, man, she���s got nothing to do with this, don’t kill her.”

“Well Thomas, I’m glad you care so much, that’ll make the next part easier.”

“What are you-”

Joel ignored him. “Set her down.” Tommy did. You wobbled a bit but got to your feet, trying to concentrate on behaving… Zach was right, you needed to do this for Ellie. He walked back to you. “See how easily he listens to me? Like a guard dog. Tommy always was good at following orders.” He looked too Tommy again. “Take three steps back.” Tommy did. “Spin around” Tommy rolled his eyes, but did. “Shake you butt”

“Joel-”

“Do it Tommy”

Tommy did, looking humiliated in the process he wiggled his hips.

“Oh come ooooon” Joel laughs. “Put on a show”

“This is humiliating”

“THAT’S THE POINT!” 

You wince at the outburst, wanting to hold Ellie so painfully bad… her little nose was getting runny from the cold, even with a little hat on.

Joel raised the gun to Ellie, and Tommy immidietly complied, shouting at him to knock it off. Jaw set tight, Tommy bent over and stuck out his butt, shaking it to the chuckles of the other men. Tommy fucking Miller, Joel’s previous right hand man. Feared leader, reduced to this indignity… You looked over to June, still bound and gagged and on her knees, looking utterly confused.

“Good job, Tommy” Joel turned back to you. “See how easy it was for Tommy to listen to me? Always been like that, following me around like a lost puppy, desperate for my approval… you know why I untied his hands, little one?” He didn’t wait for your answer. “Because I need you to know he watched. He watched me kill your brother and Lorenzo, he held you back while he watch. He watched me take you, he watched me fuck you on the table, he watched me brand you, and if he had been here last week he would’ve watched as I hung you.”

The whimper from your mouth at the memory is pathetic, but you keep your mouth shut as your eyes cry. 

Joel perked up. It was like a shift, that dramatic change in his personalities that was so hard to keep up with. “So here’s my vision! It’s gonna take a while until we can all trust each other but I want us to all be a family.” He nudged his gun, and one of the men moved to June. Joel must have planned this all out, orchestrated it… He gave the gun to his man, and yanked down June’s gag. It was clear she had been crying heavily, but would not give Joel the dignity of begging for her life. June was strong like that. Sweet, kindhearted; a soft person who was undeniably stubborn. “Beautiful thing, aren’t you. Gonna make such a pretty wife.”

June was too proud to beg, but you’d been long suffering indigities. You had no pride left. “No, no, no, no, no JOEL! Don’t do this, I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Relax, bebita.” He laughed at you. “She’s not for me. You’re the only one for me, you know that right? You gave me my daughter back, you’ll always be my wife, no matter what.”

You were more confused than ever; a cooling breeze rustled your skirt, making you realize just how damn sweaty you’d gotten during all this. “Then what-”

Joel took the collar of June’s shirt, dragging her towards Tommy and throwing her at him as she squeaked in shock. Although he caught her, diving towards her falling body and preventing it from hitting the ground Tommy looked as confused as you did.

“I don’t want-”

“She’s your wife now”

“JOEL!” He held her and June clung to him. “This is insane, I don’t want a wife!”

Uninterested, Joel shrugged him off. “Fuck her, don’t, I don’t really care.” Joel strode towards you again but stopped to look over his shoulder at Tommy. “But knowing you, you probably will. Just a matter of whether you hold her down or not.”

Tommy, for all his weaknesses and flaws… you knew he was not that type of man.

“You and June will live in your old room. She can’t leave the room unsupervised until I say so” He turned to you. “Same with you, little one. But Tommy’s gonna watch you both. Know why?”

Finally, fucking finally, Joel handed you your daughter and you scooped her up, sobbing. “Hey baby, hi. Mommy’s here, yeah, mommy’s here now, it’s okay”

The sun was beginning to set, the shadows of the trees casting long over your dead family. “Because I’m choosing to spare his life, He owes me. And if we can all get along, no more run’n, no more fighting, no more ‘Joel stop!’” he mocked. “Then the 5 of us and whatever other children we’re blessed with can all live together as one big happy family.”

*

Joel sat you between his legs like you always used to after a bath, Ellie in both your arms as he nursed. “Knew you’d fuck up that room, little one. My brave girl. Always so strong, so resilient. You wanted to get to Dolly, didn’t you?”

“Yes” it was the truth, at least. You couldn’t help but feel comfort in Joel’s arms even now… what was wrong with you? Why were you like this? How had he broken you down this badly? “Just… just wanted to be with her…”

“I understand. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

“Absolutely perfect” and she was, Ellie was everything.

A knock on the door; Joel beckoned them in.

“Watch your fucking eyes.” He snapped at his man bringing you food and water, despite this very man having been there when you were raped in the kitchen… a little breastfeeding wouldn’t had much to the fantasies. 

When Ellie was done, fallen quickly asleep, Joel took her and laid her in her crib before doing what you knew was only inevitable. 

He laid down beside you, handings trailing you body, muttering about much he missed you, how much he missed your body. “My perfect girl…” In gentle whispers, he spoke praises into your mouth between kisses, hand trailing between your legs. You hated your body for responding to him, you hated the way he made you feel so good and you hated how you would kiss him hours after murdering your brother and friend… But Ellie. Ellie is what mattered. Ellie needed to be safe, she needed her mom, and she needed no more of her family dead. So, you kissed Joel. You kissed Joel the way you had kissed Tommy only earlier this week as he swore to you he’d be the father of the child in that crib. Your life with Tommy crumbled down before you, as did any chance of happiness.

“Joel, I haven't bathed in days…” 

“Don’t care, need you”

“Joel it huuurts” You begin to cry, despite knowing that only ever has turned him on more. “Please?” 4 days was not a lot of time to heal, the tearing still evident in you.

Pulling away, Joel looks at you, cupping your face with large, calloused hands. “We need to work together on this, little one. Give a little, get a little. For Dolly.”

Damn him. Damn him and the way he made your stomach burn, damn him and the way his touch felt so good and how you wanted to just be a happy family with him even now… And damn him for knowing how to use Ellie to manipulate you.

“Can we… can we do anal?”

The surprise was evident on his face, bed creaking as he sat up. “You’d prefer to take it in your ass instead of your pussy?”

As you gaze up at him, the concern on his face was clear… oh how he confused you. “I think it would hurt less.”

His features softened as you spoke, laying back down beside you to kiss your neck. “Just focus on my hand right now, sweet girl.” And you did. You did because you were a mess, you were disgusting, you were heartbroken and sad and lonely and you wanted Tommy but you had Joel and he had treated you well didn’t he? Maybe this was survivable… maybe. But you had to please him, and Joel always made you cum. Your pleasure turned him on… so you allowed yourself to sink into the swirling touch of Joel Miller’s fingers.

His touch was gentle but pressing and urgent; patience yet needy, as if making you cum would rebuild the bubble that he had built all those months… and it just might. Your cunt feel empty when it pulses around nothing but you are thankful you are able to get this wet, to orgasm still… The natural lubrication will help with taking his dick up your ass. When the climax was over, you took the chance to relax… it would hurt less if you relaxed.

“Roll over” He ordered, and you did as you were told before Joels straddled your thighs, hands rubbing up and down your mostly-clothes body. “Such a pretty girl… such a perfect girl, and all mine… I don’t care that Tommy fucked this sweet little pussy” Joel reached down to rub your swollen lips. “I don’t care. Once you’re healed up, I’m gonna cum inside you every goddamn day until you give me another baby, gonna fuck a baseball team into you.”

Of course he is. Of course. You wouldn’t expect nothing else from him; he wanted to keep you trapped with him forever… All the love you felt for Ellie was going to multiply tenfold, and you could never, ever leave with that many.

As Joel lined his cock up, swiping it up and down your asscrack and the crease of your thighs, you burry your face in the pillow. Joel wasn’t going to prep you at all, was he? He was going to just fuck you, rip you open and punish you-

“Oh little one… you’ve had a long day, haven't you? Yeah… You’ve been good, I’ll meet you halfway” Joel slid his cock between your plump thighs.

You lift your head off the pillow. “What? What are you doing?”

He began to pump, fucking your thighs and making the bed creak enough you made a mental note to ask Jack to oil it- fuck, Jack was dead, dead because he saw you trying to escape and took you back to Lorenzo. Dead because he went to get Zach to save his life… All of them ended up dead anyway. Jack, Maura, Lorenzo, and my dear brother who had only ever tried to help you. Now June was essentially Tommy’s wife just as you were Joel’s and although you trusted Tommy not to hurt her, she was in a house full of raiders… and Joel.

“Let it out, baby, let it out.” Joel cooed as he thrusted between your legss; one or twice he spit down between them to keep the lubrication going but it wasn’t long before he pulled out, jerking himself as he painted a picture of his cum on your ass and thighs. “Beautiful girl… beautiful.” The cum was like lotion as he rubbed it along you, rubbing your aching muscles… Did he love you? Truly?

When Joel leaves to boil water for the bath, you go to pick up Ellie. You needed her, needed her painfully. You wanted to make up for lost time in those four days she was gone, and away from you; she needed skin to skin, she needed love, she needed her mama’s voice… she needed you.

Joel could hear you from outside the door, peaking through the crack to watch you cuddle his daughter… you were a good mom. You loved Sarah like he did, you cared for her, you wanted the best for her. You just needed to learn, that’s all. Learn that Joel was the only man that mattered, learn that giving Sarah a family with siblings and two loving parents was more important than your own personal feelings. You simple needed to learn that Joel knew what’s best. He’d take care of you, take care of you like he always did; protecting you. He wouldn’t make the mistakes he made with Nick, Tommy, Lorenzo, Jack… Tommy would watch you while he was gone, but he knew Tommy, and Tommy was a simple man. Place a pretty girl in his bed, and it wouldn’t take long before they were fucking, and once Tommy fucked a girl, well… he latched on fast. Probably his mommy issues.

You were so sweet with Dolly, so careful, so attentive… even now, you sang to her and Joel thought this was the only sight he needed to see for the rest of his life: You, freshly fucked and beautiful with Dolly asleep in your arms as you sang.

What Joel didn’t know was your thoughts were consumed by your brother, dead outside with a gunshot in his head. Maybe you could ask him and Lorenzo to be buried together… it was the least you could do for your first protector… your soldier, your guardian who died in vain fighting for your safety after a lifetime of taking your beatings. 

“Leaves from the vine

Falling so slow

Like fragile tiny shells

Drifting in the foam

Little soldier boy

Come marching home

Brave soldier boy

Comes marching home”

The bath after sex felt exactly like it always had.

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YEEEEEEEEEEEESH goodbye Zach and Lorenzo!!! my babies! my favorite couple! (im so sorry fen. I murdered your boy!) Also sorry angela buuuuuuuuuutttt you knew this was happening.

Honestly my heart aches for Zach. I have an older brother who was largly my protector in my childhood, my best friend for so long and I love him lots. Thats who zach is based off of for me but i dont wanna give a faceclaim bc I tryyyyyyy to make little one race inclusive (i know i didn't do perfect with the details of her bruisings but it can be hard) If any of my mutuals wanna see a pic Ill show you XD

Remember when I said taylor russle was June's faceclaim? I lied. I saw a picture of Alisha Boe and was like!!!!!! wait no thats her!!!! so now shes on this header.

JUNE AND TOMMY PLOT TWIST what do we think will happen there??? (June is canon bisexual, so dont let her marrying Maura in ghost of you series throw you off. She's the one who told little one all she really knew about sex.)

PLEASE LEMME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND THEORIES!!!! RBS ARE SO IMPORTANT TO SPREAD WORK but I like you know what you guys are thinkig!!! what part was the hardest to read? what are your thoughts on how this goes? One june and tommy? the deaths of jack and maura as well as tommy and lorenzo? Joel suddenly being very condesending to little one and almost like a schoolyard bully to tommy? all this happening while holding ellie?

He kinda reminds me of Joe Goldberg in You lol carrying Henry around with him on his lil stalking trips

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Giovanni Cavalcanti for the character ask game?? I so want to hear your thoughts on him!

Oh he's hard, because we have so little on him. Basically, he shows up in legal documents and records from time to time and then we have Ficino's letters, but I can't locate any extant poetry, for example. And we know he was a poet. He had four daughters who survived him but I couldn't tell you for certain if he was married or if they were by a mistress. (I suspect he was married, because when Ficino passive aggressively mentions the birth of Gio's third daughter it's way more "you didn't tell me she was born, what gives?" and less "you're living in sin and your mistress had another child I see".)

But I'll do what I can!

First impression

I was of the same mindset that a lot of people are under which is that it was a one sided thing and Ficino just had it bad for this other man who wasn't feeling it to the same degree.

Otherwise, I didn't have much of a strong impression because he's so absent from the historic record - so far as I can see. I would love to get into the archives over in Florence and her environs to see what can be found on Ficino's Giovanni Cavalcanti. But from what I have found, there just isn't much on him that survived.

Impression now

Having been deep in the Ficino world, and looking at the broader context of the letter we do have, also how other people clearly viewed them (Bernardo Bembo, for example), I'm much more inclined to think there was deep mutual love and that Cavalcanti was as devoted to Ficino as Ficino was to him. They certainly spent a lot of time living together, or close enough, that they were writing letters to people on behalf of both of them. Ficino also wrote portions of his Platonic Theology at Cavalcanti's villa in Rignano.

We know he was a statesman and was one of the Florentines to go see Charles in the 1494 when the French king was sitting pretty outside the gates of Florence. (Ficino also might have been there? Also Savonarola? Piero Soderini certainly was. It would have been such a weird group of people.) He also jousted at Lorenzo's coming of age hoopla. A relative of his was in the cathedral during the Pazzi conspiracy and was one of the ones to help Lorenzo to safety. Giovanni was also a poet - though I haven't seen any of his poetry/not sure if any survived.

I get the sense that Giovanni was always the more grounded one to Ficino's flights of high emotion and spirit. Ficino was very high/low or sometimes a mix of both at once, and Giovanni always gives me the vibe that he was far more level and even keeled.

Overall, I think he was likely a clever, intelligent man (since Ficino thought so, and Ficino could be savage in his opinion when he wanted to be) who was quite devoted to Ficino but was more worldly and grounded. He was the one who took care of day to day affairs and dealt with interpersonal politics and made sure when Ficino was going off on someone the letters that were actually sent were the nice version and not the "I am ANNOYED" version. I think he also likely had a poetic aspect to him and certainly wrote enough poetry for Ficino to label him a poet before anything else. (E.g., poet oh and yes, also a statesman/politician)

I don't think Giovanni was really deep in the Florentine political scene. He held minor positions here and there, but didn't really get anything good until the 1490s (post Lorenzo's death, I might note). I think this is particularly to do with age - Florence preferred to send older men on diplomatic missions and Cavalcanti was in his fifties by the 1490s but also possibly to do with the fact that Cavalcanti came from a family that had its fair share of Medici critics. (Also atheists. They were an interestingly radical family for landed aristocracy.) Cavalcanti was also Ficino's closest friend, obviously, and considering the coolness between Ficino and Lorenzo that might have impacted Cavalcanti's career considering the ballot box was a rouse and everyone knew real appointments came from Lorenzo.

Favorite moment

I would have loved to have heard Cavalcanti and Ficino's hot takes on the delegation to Charles VIII in 1494. I bet they were fantastically derisive and I would love to have been a fly on the wall for that.

I also love that Cavalcanti was the one who vetted Ficino's letters when Ficino was worried he might be writing too harshly. All the moments where Ficino is like "read what I've attached and if you think it's alright, please go ahead and send it. If it's not, let me know and I'll tone it down a few notches."

Giovanni just like, "You've called Gigi a cunt in this one, Marsilio. You can't do that in a letter to Giuliano de' Medici. No matter that it would make Giuliano laugh."

Ficino, "I hear you, Vannino, but have you considered that he is a cunt? Have you taken that fact into account?'

Giovanni gently pushing the letter into Ficino's hands, "Fix it. You need to fix it."

Also, I love that Giovanni jousted at Lorenzo's coming of age party. I bet he was very dashing and I want to know how he did. I choose to believe that he secretly wore Ficino's favour somewhere in his armour. Hidden from view and all that.

Lorenzo sees it, "I am 0% shocked."

Giovanni, "Look. It brought me good luck ok?"

Lorenzo, "I'm not judging. I'm just finding this all immensely entertaining. Prudish little Marsilio and his dashing knight."

Giovanni, "Please leave before I follow in my ancestor's footsteps and declare myself anti-Medici."

Lorenzo, "You also going to be an ashiest like your ancestor did? The one Dante chucked in hell in his Inferno. Your Marsilio might have a hard time with that one."

Giovanni, "Get out, Lorenzo."

Idea for a story

I would love the Pazzi conspiracy from Giovanni's perspective. It's mostly him having 500 panic attacks about Marsilio's life choices. I also want to know who the Cavalcanti was that protected Lorenzo and how he is related to Giovanni. I presume brother or cousin.

I'm fiddling away on something that takes place in this time period, but so far Ficino's a POV as is Lorenzo and a woman named Fiorina who wants to resurrect her sister-in-law for Reasons of Love/Grief. Giovanni has yet to surface as one. We will see if he does.

I would also be curious to have the Savonarola Time from Giovanni's perspective. He came from a bit of a radical-minded family that was prone to some potentially heretical/suspicious views. I have this feeling, not based on anything other than one line in a letter he sent to Marsilio, that he was just as Into the pagan stuff as Ficino was. If not more so.** We know Savonarola was suspicious of Ficino and questioned his loyalty to the church and I can see him extending that to others in Ficino's personal circle. Also, Savonarola was very concerned about sodomy in Florence and Ficino's circle did have a certain reputation...

(It's the "By Hercules" line in his letter to Ficino telling him that he's certain Saturn isn't out to get Marsilio and he can calm down and maybe reposition the planet's role and symbolism in his head. Ficino doesn't use the pagan gods and figures in that manner. He believes in them, in his own way, but he doesn't call on them like that. And this wasn't quite the time when that was a norm for letter writing. Like 19th century By Jove and what have you. I know it's weak reasoning but eh.)

Unpopular opinion

Only unpopular with those fools who haven't obsessively deep dived on Ficino and Cavalcanti and don't Understand them, clearly, but obviously it was not one sided! There are a few historians who are like "clearly unrequited love" and I'm like "not sure what you're looking at but it seems pretty requited to me."

I've nattered on before about the nature of the letter collection of Ficino's - but it's highly curated and meant for philosophical edification. It's not personal, every day correspondence. It's all the stuff he wrote in Latin as formal Intellectual Correspondence. Not the Tuscan personal stuff (e.g., letters to his parents consoling them on the death of one of his brothers; basically every letter ever sent to his family and friends that wasn't Here Are My Thoughts on Plato, the Soul, and Music). We also only have one side of the correspondence. The only letter we have from Gio to Marsilio is that wonderful one wherein Giovanni tells Marsilio that Saturn isn't out to get him then tells him to write a hymn to Saturn to beg forgiveness for placing blame of his mental health on the planet.

They're weird, your honour, and I love them.

But we know that everyone viewed them as connected at the hip (love that Bernardo Bembo essentially wrote a letter to Ficino where he clearly was like: so you and Giovanni eh?? and Ficino replied: HOW DID YOU KNOW???). Very much they were considered a bit of a unit, which speaks volumes. We know they lived together frequently for long durations. Wrote joint letters like a married couple. Giovanni was one of the executors Ficino appointed for his will. Clearly turned to one another for advice on handling difficult situations. Ficino dedicated so many books to Giovanni. Giovanni clearly knew how to handle Ficino in his mad moments and how to help him through them which speaks to great, long-term intimacy. Giovanni is the one Marsilio trusts enough to write his rather scathing views of Medici rule to, knowing the letters won't fall into the wrong hands. etc.

Whatever their relationship was between the two of them (physical? purely emotional and intellectual? some variation between? something else entirely?), it was certainly deep and I think shared equally on both sides.

Favorite relationship

Ficino, obvs.

I would be curious to know more about his friendships with Bernardo Bembo and Angelo Poliziano - because he regularly commends himself to them whenever Ficino is writing to them. So I wish we had some insight into those.

I also wish we had insight into his familial relationships. He was the second of four sons - not sure if he had sisters. He was a father to four daughters. But what those relationships looked like, we have no clue.

Favorite headcanon

Hahahah I mean, everything I have written is idle speculation. I really like head-cannoning that he was a proper poet and wrote long epic poetry about Florence's history. He holes up at his family estate, or if there's too many people there, rides out to Ficino's farm in Celle where he can isolate and Compose His Masterpiece. Ficino rolls up like, "ah I see this is why you haven't replied to my letters. You weren't even at home."

I also headcannon that he would compose songs for Ficino to sing - since we know Ficino was a musician with an apparently very pleasant voice - and Ficino would oblige him, even if they weren't in the style of the Orphic hymns that he preferred.

Oh also, 100% Cavalcanti would fight anyone who made fun of Ficino's slight stutter. Like, he would throw down in a heartbeat.

Angelo Poliziano: Piero I wouldn't make fun of Marsilio's stutter were I you.

Random Piero: Why not?

Angelo: Because Giovanni will hear you and then you'll die and that would be unfortunate.

Piero: Cavalcanti's not even in Florence.

Lorenzo: That has never stopped him before.

Piero: Surely you would prevent him, I mean Marsilio's not even in your favour since you think he knew about the Pazzi plot.

Lorenzo: hmmmmm bold of you to make so many assumptions. Also I don't think Marsilio knew, I am dead certain he knew. But my grandfather's ghost would gut me in the middle of the night if I did anything to his favourite protégée.

Giovanni shows up: Alright, which mother fucker is making fun of Ficino today?

Piero: How did you do that?? You were in another city??

Angelo: Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Thank you!! I love these two and talking about them <3 <3 <3

Not surprised to learn that some critters are being harsh (to put it lightly) toward CR after this week’s episode. Specifically aiming their grievances toward Matt and Laura. Neither of them did nothing wrong but play their respective roles as any would expect in a game of Dungeons & Dragons.

The amount of hype built up for Otohan was well warranted, and an encounter with them was going to happen one way or another. Did anyone expect them to wipe the floor with the party? Of course not. If anything, everyone could have been rolling successfully at every moment, and Otohan could have rolled like dogshit. But the dice do not work how we as the viewer wish it to be. And more often, Matt allowed for rollbacks and retconned actions; he wants his players to succeed as much as we do, like any DM would.

Meanwhile, Laura has done nothing wrong but play Imogen as how she made her. Like everyone else at the table, she was just as equally taken off-guard by Otohan’s arrival, and more so of their relentless onslaught. And I don’t blame Imogen for bamfing out of there when she took too much direct damage. Any spellcaster player would get the fuck out and away from melee. I also can’t fault her for trying to placate Otohan in order to mitigate the attack. But the character clearly has a particular mindset, and I don’t believe any form of reasoning and bargaining could have made them stand down.

Everyone did their best given the situation. No one “pLaYeD tHe GaMe WrOnG”. Given the trends of each campaign, there was always going to be a session of inexplicable combat against a powerful enemy that very little information is made aware of. Campaign One had the Briarwoods. Campaign Two had Lorenzo. This should not be a huge surprise to anyone after all these years.

So let’s take a moment to repeat the following mantra: It’s not my game, it’s not my table. I am along for the ride.

i saw your kaiser telling isagi he won't use the polite "you" to adress him

what if kaiser thought "he's blue lock poster boy, so he will expect everyone to treat him with respects, right? at least, i would expect it if it were me. but i will not treat him with respect, 'cause he's inferior to me" or something like that

Prior to going to Blue Lock, Kaiser had no idea about Isagi's personality so it would make sense for him to think that Isagi might see himself above everyone else, cause that's the way Kaiser sees himself and he doesn't really seem like a person who puts other people's possible mindset into consideration that much. Maybe Kaiser immediately saw Isagi as something like a threat to his own position after finding out about him. And then even before meeting him, Kaiser knew he won't treat Isagi with proper respect. Maybe to not get his own ego hurt? As in "I don't want to see him as an equal to myself because I'm better than him" but still having the thought that Isagi is a great striker who has the potential of becoming better than him in the back of his mind. I mean, we don't know the other players of the New Generation World XI and the ones we do know aren't strikers (Sae and Lorenzo) some people believe Loki is part of that as well but I don't think it's been said clearly? Correct me if I'm wrong!!

Honestly, Kaiser's mindset is very interesting to me and in general, I think he's super interesting as a character!! Hoping for Kaiser lore one day I wanna know more about his past and where exactly his motivations come from.

3 6 9 and 30 of the Edge asks, bitte? Hier sind kekse.

3 What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw? Definitely blaming everything on himself. That mindset and the shame and guilt it brings makes him very reckless sometimes. It pairs horribly with the terror of losing people/things he loves all over again. Especially with things concerning Nick, or other innocent people/creatures. But mostly Nick lol. There's a number of times in his story where he does very reckless things. One is during Nick and Jay investigating kidnapped settlers at Quincy, Nick tries to keep Jay from going with him because he doesn't want Jay to get hurt as Quincy is still full of Gunners but Jay goes anyway of course, On the way there, they get attacked by that Behemoth that's in the swamp close to Quincy. It swings its club at Nick and Jay jumps in front of him and is able to take the hit instead (I know it sounds ridiculous but he has artifact powers very similar to Lorenzo so he is VERY strong and durable!!) It does completely cripple his left arm though. One of the many times Jay does something reallllll stupid to save Nick.

6 How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass? I guess that's kind of a tricky question. The answer could be easy and hard? It really depends on who it is, the situation, yknow? For example, Jay has a very strict no killing view, but there are a few times where he does kill people like 3 of my other bad guy ocs (one is a courser, the other is my ex-brotherhood raider overboss power obsessed freak, and a going feral ghoul vault-tec scientist!) He did have to be convinced to kill 2 of them. And then the 3rd (the scientist) was out of desperation and needing to help Nick. Could a faction convince Jay to do things out of his moral compass? Also kinda. He works with the Railroad and the Minutemen. Preston and Ronnie Shaw aren't able to convince him to do any killing, however things go very very sour with the Railroad in the Institute and with the Brotherhood. Jay tries to speak to Maxson (on behalf of a faction though it took a whole lot of arguing to let him do that) and get him to willingly leave the Commonwealth stating, but Maxson refuses, and so they have no choice to blow up the Prydwen. They were very very fairly warned and he chose to stay, so no one can really blame them at that point. Still, despite how hard Jay tried he did still join the assault on the Prydwen, which of course ended in many casualties... (They DID save the kids and the cat, though. And a few BoS ppl agreed to join other factions or go free). The Institute was also raided by the Railroad (not blown up though), which he had no choice but to join because it happened suddenly without warning while he was still there undercover. 9 Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

ooooooooohhhhhhh yes I do have many songs, very many in fact and it makes it very hard to pick just one. Some would be The Kids Aren't Alright by Fall Out Boy, How Did You Love by Shinedown, Ditchdigger by Tyler Lyle, Shake it Out, Free, No Light No Light, and King all by Florence and the Machine (but there's a lot of others too. Idk they just share alotta vibes), Sunlight, Wasteland, Baby!, and Would That I and No Plan by Hozier, and a bunch of other songs and artists... But there's a ridiculous amount of music I listen to that always makes me want to draw Jay, or Jay and Nick. But it's funny if you listened to all these songs you probably wouldn't get a very clear picture of Jay and his entire character, just because I tend to focus on very specific traits/times/experiences separately instead of him as a whole when I listen to music. You'd have to pick through my entire brain's library of Jay to find the specifics of each one. Idk how to explain what I'm trying to say here honestly. I'm just rambling at this point XD

20 Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

I'm going with 20 here since I wasn't sure if maybe the 30 was from a different ask list I rbed or not, sorry if I got confused with this one! He doesn't get jealous very often, honestly. Sometimes when it comes to Nick he does, a lot of people like Nick and he can get a little bit possessive, rather than jealous. Not to an unhealthy level, just enough to earn scowls and extra affection.

In life he also doesn't get very jealous of others often. Occasionally it may be jealously of other people's emotional stability lol. But he accomplished quite a lot in his life prewar and was pretty comfortable with himself and what he had. And in terms of bad character flaws he would be too caught up blaming himself for short comings rather than feeling jealous of others.



Sorry this is so long!!!!!! Thank you so much for asking though I loved answering these!!!!!!! Please ignore any typos XD

hey is that lorenzo zurzolo? no, that’s just fiore gattuso. they’re twenty one, and have spent two years in dayton. i hear that they’re kind of determined but also can be narcissistic. black nail polish and piercing blue eyes remind me of him. can’t wait to see them at the next party!

warning: this intro contains a lot of mature/triggering content such as homophobia, emotional and physical abuse, mental illness implication, and probably a lot more. i’ve tried tagging everything accordingly, but if you see something i missed, please feel free to dm me!

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: fiore emiliano luca gattuso ( first name pronounced fee-oh-reh, also see here ! ) ⟶ nicknames: usually just goes by fiore, his cousin will jokingly call him fiorella or fifi , some people might even say…. flower boy ( fiore literally…. means flower in italian 😳 ) ⟶ three things he likes: people who smell good and have general good hygiene, seth rogen, tiramisu gelato ⟶ three things he dislikes: dirty fingernails, people who are actually very wealthy but are super cheap, cracked phone screens ⟶ gender: cis male ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 8 ⟶ age: 21 ⟶ birthday: june 13, 2001 ⟶ zodiac: gemini sun, aries moon, libra ascendant ⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed ⟶ eye color: baby blue ⟶ hair color: brown ⟶ piercings and tattoos: a cartilage piercing on his right ear, usually covered by his hair, and a small gemini symbol tattoo on his left wrist ⟶ languages spoken: italian ( native tongue ), spanish, and english ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic ⟶ place of birth: positano, italy ⟶ hometown: rome, italy ⟶ last five songs listened to: testa tra le nuvole pt.1 by alfa, sei bella come roma by dandy turner, caught you boy ( i want you ) by lana del rey, completamente by thegiornnalisti, 16 marzo by achille lauro ft. gow tribe ⟶ five aesthetics: several golden rings on thin fingers with black nail polish to match, always looking on fleek regardless of the situation, a flirtatious smile, a soft italian accent when speaking english, being late to literally everything ⟶ character inspo: kat hernandez from euphoria ( big muse! ), maeby funke from arrested development ( also big muse! ), lucrecia montesinos from elite 

background story ;

so fiore was born to a spanish mother named martina belmonte and a fully italian father named gian gattuso in the village positano, in southern italy. they later moved to rome when he was around four years old. his family? basically comes from really old money. so old, they really don’t even know where it came from? point is, they’re a very well off bunch. his mother is into politics and has her own line of hair and skin care products, and his father owns companies worldwide, of just about everything. gas, water, electric, fashion, food industries, you name it, his name is on it.

fiore grew up with anything he’s ever wanted ( materialistically, of course ). apart from that, his parents were, how you say…. awful? like no beating around the bush, they were awful. his mother’s businesses’ were legit, but they were also used to secretly wash money. his father treated his employees like garbage. they were both awful individuals, but his father however, had to be the worst for him. he had a very old school way of thinking, the whole the man brings the money into the relationship mentality, this dumb idea that men couldn’t show their feelings because they would be labeled as weak, a super religious mindset that honestly? was toxic masculinity at it’s absolute finest. very gross and vile behavior

they were people who expected a lot out of their only son, which made fiore feel an insane amount of pressure from the very start. he showed characteristics lots of boys his age didn’t show at a super young age. he did things like peeing while sitting down instead of standing up, he preferred to play with dolls instead of toys specifically for boys, favored the color pink, got along better with girls, preferred to watch shows that were considered ‘girly’, etc, etc.

they were very harmless things honestly, things that most parents would laugh about or just turn a blind eye at. however, fiore really wasn’t that lucky when it came to the people who bought him into the world. any time he would do anything they claimed a ‘normal boy wouldn’t do’, he would get a huge lecture, and a beating to go with it. needless to say, he learned to hide a lot of who he really was very early on

he did a lot of things to seek the approval of his parents. he wasn’t smart academically ( dumb boi 101 tbh ), but he tried to make them happy in other ways. fiore was never fond of sports at all, but he started playing tennis when he was five, because it made his parents less vile towards him. truth be told, he hated tennis with every fiber of his being  but again, he did this, simply because it satisfied his parents

he grew up trying to be the perfect son, often times putting himself in situations he didn’t want to be in or felt uncomfortable doing because he wanted them to be proud of him, but honestly? it was like? never enough. he could single handedly be the best person at anything he does, but it never made his parents happy. it was all smiles for the pictures, but behind closed doors, he really was pretty damn miserable. he was basically the perfect example of money doesn’t buy real happiness, because he had anything materialistic anybody could ever want, but he was not a happy kid

simply put, he’s always known he like boys. it wasn’t even one of those cases where he’s super confused and assumes it’s just a phase or is in deep denial or whatever, nope, he has literally always known, clear as day. and this, along with how his parents were in general, really made him depressed because he knew the way he felt wouldn’t be cool with them. if anything, he was terrified of how they would react if they ever found out about his feelings, so, as unhealthy as it sounds, he buried that shit. his perfectly normal feelings? buried, stashed away as if it’s something he should be ashamed about. the saddest part is though…. he totally was ashamed. his entire upbringing, he was just told it was wrong. religion was an excuse that was always used, but it was more of the whole ‘oh my god, what would everyone think?’ type thing. he grew up with the idea that the image people have of him and his family is everything, because this was pushed upon him since he could remember. again , he felt this insane amount of pressure to look and act perfect, and this, along with hiding his true feelings, secretly drove him insane

his life consisted of mostly just doing things he didn’t want to do. between tennis, cotillion classes he was forced to take, tutoring because he wasn’t academically intelligent whatsoever, the upperclass parties he was forced to attend with his parents, speaking to kids he actually couldn’t stand…. it all drained him. even things he liked doing, like playing piano, all seemed like a chore to him, because of all the pressure he was under. he just kept acting perfect, like his life was perfect and everything was okay, and fiore was so damn cynical and charming that he made everyone believe he was having the time of his life, when really? people didn’t know the half of it

it isn’t until he’s fifteen that his life kind of changes. his parents have been friends with this other family who was in their social class since fiore could remember, and they had a daughter fiore’s age, named luna  maybe you can see where this is going, but if not…. they’ve always wanted fiore and her to date. their mother’s were pregnant at the same time and would talk about their wedding type thing, fiore and her have known each other since they were in diapers, and this would all be super cute if he wasn’t like, secretly super fucking gay? but it was around this age that they kind of started pushing for them to hang out more, with the pure intention of them getting together. like ‘fiore has tennis practice, maybe luna can come with and you guys can go see a movie later?’ or ‘fiore, luna knows this great pizza place she can totally take you to’

basically…. kind of forcing them to hang out, and you know, fiore definitely tried. he would pick her up after school, they would go see movies together, they would exchange music back and forth, and he thought she was really, really cool, but he just was not into her like that. and again, he really did try? he kept telling himself that maybe if he holds his breath when he hugs her, the strong scent of her perfume wouldn’t nauseate him. that maybe one day, he would like how much smaller her hand was compared to his. that maybe he would come to enjoy how long her hair is, but like…. he actually could not? he was just not into her at all no matter how much he tried to be…. sad boi realization hours tbh

and one day when they’re at his house, alone, she tries to kiss him, and he doesn’t know what comes over him but dude kind of just pulls away and says ‘i’m gay!’ without even thinking about it, and i shit you not, her actual response? ‘oh, i figured that out. i just wanted to hear you say it’, and strangely enough, from that point on, they become best friends. she didn’t tell anyone what he told her, and she’s literally the first person he’s ever come out to

his life only gets, dare i say, spicier, from that point on. it’s two days after his sixteenth birthday when he’s going over to luna’s house to pick her up so they can hang out. now just imagine his surprise when the person who opens the door is some handsome shirtless stranger he’s never seen before. as it turns out, luna has an older brother, alessio, who fiore has never met before because he went to a boarding school in london and mostly lived with their grandparents. now this dude was actually the most attractive man fiore has ever seen. he actually just stands there and stares at him for a second because he can’t believe how handsome he is

to make a long story short, after weeks of sexual tension between them, they finally start messing around behind closed doors. fiore tried to avoid it, but his simp ass just gave in. he just couldn’t really hide his feelings anymore. it’s this whole secret summer romance, the only other person knowing the truth between them being luna. it turns into more than just a summer thing though when alessio decides to start the school year in italy, leaving behind the school he went to in london, literally all for fiore. obviously he gave a whole different reason when asked why he did what he did, but the real reason? definitely fiore

they’re together for two years, secretly, of course. fiore was legit in love with this guy. they were both young, but he knew he loved him. and they would have been together forever and probably run off somewhere to get married if it wasn’t for one single thing that fucked everything up

one day, fiore and him are walking back from his tennis practice. this is a time where fiore knows no one is home and no one is coming home for a while, so when they get to his house and see his father’s car parked outside, he low key panics a little. alessio leaves, but little does fiore know, this is the last time he would ever see him

his father asks him to come upstairs and surprisingly, leads him into his room. this is when fiore’s entire life practically changes forever. his father turns on his tv and legit starts playing his sex tape, with none other than alessio. just picture this though; your extremely homophobic, close minded and hateful father and you sitting on your bed, watching your gay sex tape with your boyfriend, who happens to be the son of your parents’ closest friends

obviously, this news isn’t well taken by his father. he gets his ass beat. like, literally almost dies type shit. he’s definitely been beat by his father before, but the truth is that it was never that brutal. he knew neither his mother or father would be okay with everything, but he didn’t think it would be that bad. this is definitely one of the lowest points in his life

it’s like they knew about it for a moment too because everything kind of just seems like they planned it with time? his plane ticket to california, his living arrangements with his cousin when he gets there, their very hurtful speech…. it’s like they thought about all of this. they tell him that if he wants to do ‘gross shit like that’, that he’s going to do it very far away from them. that he’s no longer going to be a responsibility for them, that they can’t believe he would even think to embarrass them that way and they couldn’t even imagine anyone finding out…. basically gets disowned and sent away, forced to leave the city he’s lived in all his life

it doesn’t really take an expert to figure out that fiore did not take this move well at all. for a while, he was really depressed. he wouldn’t go out at all and would just lay in bed for the longest time, his english was kind of ass as well. he appreciated what his cousin was doing for him by letting him live with him ( even though he didn’t know the real story ), but he just couldn’t get over what happened. after about the second month of just feeling sorry for himself, it was his cousin who snapped him back to reality

he got him a job at the pizza place he works in, but fiore began to realize how much he despised working. his entire life, he received everything he’s ever wanted on a golden plater with solid gold spoons, he’s always had everything without working for it, so this? he was for sure not used to it at all. his life completely changed. he went from living in a two story mansion in the most prestigious part of rome to living in a very shitty part of california, broke almost always, and working a job he hated with everything he had, splitting rent with his cousin

he didn’t want that for himself. he was trying to not be judgmental, but he simply couldn’t live like this, he refused. it wasn’t until he went out clubbing one night ( fake id and all ), that one of his friends really opened his eyes, showed him the wonders of being a sugar baby and conning people. they walked into the place with twenty bucks and left with four thousand dollars

quickly, fiore began to learn his friends’ ways. he just put himself out there. he opened up an instagram account and gained recognition after being tagged in several pictures with all these influencers with over three million followers each. his looks, his rather charming personality, and his thick italian accent helped him tremendously. he learned so fast that he could easily have the lifestyle he was so used to, using his looks to his advantage. soon enough, he was conning and finessing the fuck out of all these older men ( and sometimes women ) for their money. he would basically act like the boy of their dreams, everything sweet, then just steal their money and ghost. sometimes, he wouldn’t even have to do all that, he just had these older guys willing to buy him anything and spoil him in exchange for his company. i mean sometimes he would steal but it came up to a point where he really didn’t have to? he just had to look cute and act affectionate and he was getting whatever he wanted

on top of that, his instagram account was blowing up. he wasn’t just getting money from lonely old guys, but he was also making money off his social media accounts. sponsorships, a modeling contract, pretty much making money off his look . he’s also done some camboy stuff, but he wore a mask ( think kat hernandez from euphoria! ), like…. he became obsessed with how fast he could make money because he’s cute. he was just in love with the idea that dudes he didn’t even know online were sending him money because they think he’s hot. eventually, he began making enough money up to the point where he pushed his cousin into stocks and they eventually moved out of their crappy apartment and into a luxury house. fiore just wants to live the opulent life he’s always been used to

he’s just making money off his appearance at this point, whether it be guys spoiling him, or his social media accounts, or whatever it is, but he’s literally just living his luxury life doing what he wants and he’s just getting paid for his looks, and the content he posts? kind of an empty minded mentality, but he really doesn’t care. he’s living his dream of not working at all and still having a fuck ton of money so he couldn’t be happier. he just wants to live off his physical appearance and that’s legit exactly what he’s doing and honestly? we kind of have to stan

there is still a part of fiore that has a lot of issues and trauma. honestly mommy and daddy issues as fuck, but he doesn’t talk about this at all. it’s actually really funny because he’s pretty popular on social media, but no one really knows anything about his personal life? he literally refuses to talk about anything that happened to him before he was eighteen. it’s actually kind of wild because you can have very long conversations with him, but it’s kind of all outside things? in the sense that you can have a three hour chat with him, laughing and all, thinking you’re getting close to him, but when he gets up to leave, after like five minutes of him being gone, it’ll kind of hit you like holy fuck, i don’t know anything about this guy? he’s way too good at asking you about yourself and avoiding talking about his personal life altogether. you can tell him your entire life story but realize you literally don’t even know his middle name

he’s also super good at getting what he wants, super fucking sneaky. he will dead ass plant this thought in your head, but he’ll circle it so much, it’ll seem like the entire thing was your idea to begin with. he can be super manipulative but he’s so nonchalant about it that you won’t even notice. like nah , that wasn’t your idea... he’s been feeding it to you for weeks now to make you think it is

in a way, he is kind of relieved with everything that happened with his parents because now, he’s completely free to be himself and do whatever the fuck he wants, knowing very well they can’t really touch him anymore. of course, it still left a mark that he’s never going to be able to erase or forget ( both in his heart and on his body too ), but he feels free for once in his life and he’s kind of happier now, still low key needs therapy because he has some serious issues and problems tbh but what are you gonna do about it LOL

relationship wise, he really doesn’t commit to anyone. after practically being forced to leave his now ex boyfriend, he kind of feels like he doesn’t deserve love? it’s really fucked up but he’s genuinely convinced that no one is ever going to really love him or want to be with him so he just avoids any real romantic relationship of any kind. this is probably why he uses older rich guys the way he does, because he knows he can get as much as he wants out of them and in a way, he feels like he’s using them so they can’t use him? he also knows he’s never going to really love any of those guys, so he feels like they’re safe for him to use and manipulate to his liking. i mean he’s a major fucking hoe and will hook up with any hot guy whether they’re rich or not because BOYS BOYS BOYS, but he will definitely leave them before they can leave him. he’s the type to leave before you even wake up type shit…. we hate him tbh

deep down, he really does want to be loved. he wants an actual boyfriend and all that lovey gooey shit he had with alessio, but he’s just a scared little bitch. dude has fucking issues. like actual trauma that he can’t get over so he just keeps having meaningless sex and doing what he wants because he wants to be in control... again, get a fucking therapist fiore holy fuck

he has become a huge narcissist. he’s genuinely obsessed with his physical appearance, no lie. you will never see this man wearing sweats or half assing it. he always wants to look good, regardless of the occasion. in a way, it’s because he secretly feels like he has nothing else to offer besides being hot, so he dwells on this shit. has an extensive skin care routine, loves painting his nails, always has his hair cut nicely and dresses straight out of a magazine…. dude has to look good he doesn’t care

he’s also a huge fucking liar, can be super deceiving. he will have zero reason to lie but he’ll lie anyways. his narcissism and lying are literally a defense mechanism, like for the millionth time man…. go to therapy lmfao

he enjoys drinking and smoking weed as well, though he definitely prefers to drink. dude loves himself a huge ass cup of wine! he refuses to do anything else because he claims doing anything else is going to ‘ruin his good looks and youth’. he’s also a pretty good cook and knows how to bake, but this is a rather hidden talent of his. he’s mostly learned this because he’s a picky ass eater and wants to eat stuff his way, but he actually really likes it now? like making food or desserts is actually a relaxing hobby of his, he even knows how to make some really potent edibles which is actually pretty dope. don’t get him started on his alcohol soaked gummies because they come out fantastic as well

this is another secret of his but fiore? is actually secretly blind as fuck KJNCDNVCD like one of his many secrets. has a vision of 20/50, nearly 20/60, but hasn’t worn glasses since he was seven, pretty much doing everything with contacts. he just thinks glasses look unattractive on him and honestly refuses to let anyone see him with them on, basically only takes off his contacts to sleep type shit. it’s not even an embarrassing thing but he just hates it? honestly considers it to be one of his worst flaws, being blind as shit. no one has ever seen him with glasses on and the only person who even knows he has vision as bad as he does is his cousin 🤡

he has a ragdoll cat he found when he was two months old in a dumpster and he drunkenly named him draco meowfoy. he’s one year old now and fiore is actually in love with him. like…. that’s his baby legit

when he was younger, as punishment whenever he misbehaved, his father would lock him in the trunk of his car, for several hours. because of this and his childhood, he’s really claustrophobic. he can’t do tight spaces because he will literally freak out, have an actual panic attack. i’m sure if he ever gets trapped in an elevator, he would probably pass out with how not okay he would be KJFHNJDVN i think just thinking about shit he’s been through makes him have random mental break downs? he’ll say he’s over it but he’s definitely not bless

also just a random little fact, but his name, fiore, actually translates to flower in italian. his surname, gattuso, derives from the italian word gatto, which means cat, so when you think about it, his name? is dead ass flower cat, and ironically enough? his dream is to start his own clothing brand, with that exact name bless him

this is all i’m gonna write now because this got long as hell, but below are some wanted connections and his birthchart!

wanted connections ;

i bet i can’t remember you... no, i actually really can’t remember you: this is a messy connection, but give me a guy he drunkenly gave a blowjob to at a party and genuinely cannot recall doing it. your muse probably remembers it but fiore? watch him go damn that’s crazy... who are you again?

you can’t stand me you say? then sit on my face: ahh, the i hate you so much but we always end up sleeping together connection. someone who really can’t stand him yet they end up having sex anyways. watch his narcissistic ass go ‘you love me’ ( no you’re annoying af )

why are we friends? look at the shoes you’re wearing: very very unlikely friends, friends who have no idea how they even ended up becoming friends, but are friends anyways, watch him tell this unfortunate soul all his gay adventures

we bonded over our pets: became friends because they both have pets, they could have cute little playdates with their pets because he actually has the chillest cat alive, gets along with everyone

you’re the most irritating person i’ve ever met: someone who genuinely can’t stand him whatsoever. at all. not even a little bit. it’s very easy to hate him because he’s the worst so i don’t even blame this person

i hate that i don’t hate you: an unrequited crush. an unfortunate soul who likes him but he’s just the worst. he’s also the stupidest person ever, so he would be completely oblivious to this crush as well

let’s talk shit about everyone in the room: besties who trash talk everyone, no one is free from the mouth of these two. watch someone walk in with sweats and get roasted for absolutely no reason at all

or, we can brainstorm!

birthchart ;

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Snake Oil and Autism: The Truth About Autism Cure Scams

Searching for miracle cures fans false hopes, wastes time, and enriches con artists.

Every parent wants a perfect child who grows up to have a major impact on the world and the love and adoration of the masses. Parents fantasize about living vicariously through their child prodigy, who will fulfill every dream they couldn’t in their lifetime.

Of course, every parent is then disappointed, but most parents get time to abandon their crazy fantasies and accept whatever reality their child embodies.

Autistic parents don’t get this luxury. They must abandon their fantasies early and realize almost none of their dreams will come true.

See: From Denial to Acceptance: Parenting After an Autism Diagnosis

The Lure of Snake Oil

Desperate parents searching for a cure are susceptible to all manner of ripoffs by con artists selling Snake Oil.

This is reinforced by stories such as Lorenzo’s Oil, where a parent really did find a cure for an unusual medical condition through dogged research.

Every special needs parent thinks they will be the lucky one who discovers the cure.

Sorry to be so blunt; it’s not going to happen.

This scene is gripping. The worst news a parent could possibly obtain.

Cures versus therapy

Parents who get an autism diagnosis usually react negatively. They don’t want an autistic child, so they seek “cures” for autism, the complete eradication of the “disease.” Unfortunately, autism is not a disease that can be eradicated. It’s a neurological difference that’s part of who that child is.

Like any parent, I still want my autistic son to gain more independence and self-reliance, develop outside social relationships, and become part of his community. Therapies can help in that regard.

But I don’t feel the need to “cure” him or make him something he is not. I accept him just the way he is.

The key difference is the mindset of rejection and “curing” versus the mindset of acceptance and “growing” and maturing.

See: The Unbridled Joy of Special Needs Parenting

Every special needs parent must learn to recognize their motivations for embarking on any treatment for their special needs child. It’s essential to know the difference between a cure for a disease and therapy for symptoms.

The key distinction lies in their respective objectives and outcomes:

Cure for a Disease:

Objective: The main goal of a cure is to eliminate the root cause of the disease, leading to the complete eradication of the condition from the body.

Outcome: When a cure is successful, the patient is typically free from the disease, and there is no longer a need for ongoing medical treatment or intervention.

Examples: Antibiotics for bacterial infections, antiviral medications for some viral infections, surgery to remove a tumor, and vaccination to prevent specific diseases.

If you believe the treatment is a cure, you are mistaken. You will likely be subjecting your child to unnecessary pain and risk of further complications caused by the treatment.

See: Polypharmacy: Making Zombies of Special Needs Children

Therapy for Symptoms:

Objective: The primary aim of therapy for symptoms is to alleviate or manage the signs and symptoms of a disease or medical condition, rather than curing the underlying cause.

Outcome: While therapy for symptoms can significantly improve a patient’s quality of life and provide relief, it does not eliminate the disease itself. Patients often require ongoing treatment to manage their symptoms effectively.

Examples: Pain management for chronic conditions like arthritis, insulin therapy for diabetes, physical therapy for musculoskeletal issues, and medications to control symptoms in conditions like asthma or allergies.

In summary, a cure for a disease aims to eliminate the disease’s root cause, resulting in the complete recovery of the patient. This isn’t a possible outcome with autism.

In contrast, therapy for symptoms focuses on managing and alleviating the signs and symptoms of a disease or condition without necessarily eliminating the underlying cause and may require ongoing treatment.

The snake oil sales pitch

Snake oil is a term used to describe deceptive marketing, health care fraud, or a scam and refers to any worthless concoction sold as medicine.

People facing serious health issues or chronic conditions are desperate for relief and hope. Snake oil treatments often exploit this vulnerability by offering false promises of cures or relief, providing a false sense of hope in challenging situations.

Look out for these warning signs:

Fear of Missing Out (FOMO): Fear of missing out on a potential miracle cure drives parents to try unproven treatments. This is by far the most pernicious emotion that snake oil salesmen prey on. Parents feel that if they don’t try the treatment, they might miss the one solution that could help them. It’s the Lorenzo’s oil syndrome I outlined above.

Emotional Appeal: Snake oil treatments often employ emotional appeals, promising not only physical relief but also the emotional well-being of having a “cured” typical child.

Authority and Trust: Snake oil treatments use persuasive tactics, endorsements, or testimonials from seemingly credible sources to gain trust and credibility. People are more likely to believe in the treatment if it appears to have endorsements from experts or authorities. Sadly, when you see this on the internet, it’s mostly made up, often a complete fabrication.

Confirmation Bias: People tend to seek out and remember information that confirms the efficacy of the treatment, choosing to believe anecdotes and testimonials that support their beliefs while ignoring the full-weight contradictory scientific evidence.

Lack of Scientific Literacy: Limited understanding of scientific principles and critical thinking can make individuals more susceptible to snake oil treatments, contributing to confirmation bias.

Stigmatization of Conventional Medicine: Skepticism or distrust of conventional medicine and experts makes people more receptive to alternative or pseudoscientific treatments.

Cognitive Dissonance: When parents invest time, money, or effort into a particular treatment, they often experience cognitive dissonance if they later question its effectiveness. To reduce this discomfort, they convince themselves that the treatment is working or ignore evidence to the contrary. Internet forums are littered with parents who tout the improvements they witnessed in their special needs child due to some completely ineffective snake oil treatment.

To make the best choice, parents should base their decisions on scientific evidence and expert guidance rather than falling prey to snake oil treatments.

Navigating the range of treatment options is difficult. It’s particularly challenging when it comes to dietary interventions. Even adults fall victim to crazy diets and odd mineral supplements.

Sometimes good therapy alternatives are mixed with snake oil treatments from respected sources.

See if you can parse the difference here.

Preying on desperate parents

If you have money, there is no shortage of snake oil salesmen who will sell you some valueless or fraudulent cure, remedy, or solution.

We know a family that purchased a hyperbaric oxygen chamber for their home, thinking it would be a cure.

I installed stereo speakers on each side of my son’s crib so that I could play brainwave entrainment music to influence his brain states.

We sat through a sales pitch from a doctor who was an expert on magnetic resonance therapy. It would have cost us more than a new car.

Many parents go down the diet and nutrition rabbit hole and determine gluten or wheat is their enemy. They embark on mineral chelation therapies.

It’s not that these snake oil treatments provide no benefit, but it’s certainly true that they don’t cure autism, and they never will.

The worst part of the sales pitch is when the huckster plays on the emotions of desperate parents for personal gain by saying, “What if this was the cure? Wouldn’t you want to try and make sure?”

For as much as I work to abandon anger, I still find I get a flash of rage when I hear some version of that sales closing technique.

I find it difficult to feel compassion for someone willing to prey on desperate parents who want a better future for their children.

Don’t fall for their self-serving manipulations.

Save your money, and don’t purchase snake oil.

~~wink~~

Anatta

Greene Eats Brown

Seduction is a dance that takes two to tango minus the tanga. 

The first time I came across Robert Greene’s The Art of Seduction was when I’m buried in paperworks for Kotler & Friends to keep my grant going. Since I can’t focus at home, my “workspace” back in Taft were the library, the study hall and the arguably haunted cubicle in the restroom that has no mirrors. During wee hours, I really put aside Starbucks Torre Lorenzo funds because it was a space where I can down deadly deadlines. Back then, this place is super steady and ready for action. LOL.  The book has a good body of valid arguments, however, it has the male gaze all over it. I got bored and skimmed through some chapters and eventually got tired of it. The male gaze and a female wanting to shatter the glass ceiling and crash the mythical male floor is shaking her head as she laughed wickedly.  I didn’t bother looking him up because he’s obviously sharing opinions that are jagged. Again, his line of thoughts are commendable BUT it lacks diversity. I’m not forcing as I fully accept that it is undeniably a good book. It’s been a bestseller for ages and has been popping up again in snack-sized content formats along with its derivatives.  When I saw him on this video, I was floored. Wala talaga sa looks ang seduction. That’s the liquid gold lesson. LOL. But, apart from that, let me put Greene and Brown as in Brene Brown together. Why so? In this video, I can’t help but see that Greene is turning into a Brown as he tackles his vulnerabilities in a more gender-neutral light. Search: TED TALK Power of Vulnerability Brene Brown. I guess this is what made me a TED watcher ages ago. Also, she has a podcast but seems contrived a bit because she is pouncing on marking her territory to keep the fuckers outta her spotlight. I like her books better kasi mas dalisay. You can also do handwritten notes or if you’re on Kindle or whatever, plug in your own insights so you can BYOB lessons sa life and work.  I am liking how he has been dealing with his most vulnerable chapter to date. EAT BROWN. SUCK IT, GREENE. C’MON. Hands down-ish naman ako sa kanya here and now. Brene Brown is my OG paradigm shifter. Since 200X until now, I’m salivating over the thought of working for her even when I know she is a walking red flag, too. Finally, a woman whose force is felt and lived in a world where the male gaze persists. Eto namang si Steven Bartlett mas malala pa kay Boy Abunda mag-pry and probe. But, I like it. Bigwasan ng insights. Much needed and wanted.  Like Bossing Mo Gawdat, Greene is on his way to bow down and bend over even when obviously, both lack flexibility. LOL. Seriously, though, my “the future is female; the future is now” mindset along with other feminists is starting to come through. My feminism is not bound by shattering men and pulverising them. Heck, no. A good number of my realest, strongest bonds are with men. What I’m after is a space where women no longer need to hold their horses and/or hike up their skirts a little way more than more, just because a man in the room might get floored. Ganun lang. Wala sa gender ‘yan. It’s about co-existence.   What’s my best case in as far as The Art of Seduction application IRL is concerned?  Been doing stakeholder management for some time and so far, it’s been paying the bills and the life after bills. Still have a lot to fine-tune but, I’d give myself a DECENT or SAKS LANG rating.  The most interesting and worthwhile seduction case I’ve had to date are centered on managing two taboo realities: DEATH AND CHEATING DEATH. A few months ago, I saw my dad really pissed about how there’s so much chaos in matters about my ina’s condition. My dad rarely talks but when he does, chances are he’d really smash egos, hearts and brains, all at once. Since mom is not around to manage him, I agreed to be his spokesperson. I abhorred this at first, but, I chose to be the bigger person even when in theory, I should have stayed out of this because technically, I’m out of line. Like always. LOL.  The Challenge: Put six seniors together on one page given that ina is in a really, really bad shape. There’s a #TeamLetGo and #TeamHangOn doused with the whole male-dominated negotiation table.  Using the pillars of Greene and mixing it with Brown, I gathered all PAKE that I have and designed talking points with one too many scenarios. I summed up my plea: WE ALL WANT THE BEST FOR INA. ALL FEELINGS ARE VALID. INA DESERVES TO BE GIVEN THE BEST CARE THAT’S ALIGNED WITH HER WISH WHEN SHE IS STILL CONSCIOUS AND VERY MUCH AWARE.  This may already be arguably biased but I didn’t say this in one go. It was broken down to tiny frameworks that give all six boomers a chance to show their cards. Syempre, Tagalog pong tumatagos and very neutral ang ating takada. Even when dad lambasted me so many times because he finds me too neutral, I told him to shut the fuck up and let me do my thing. While I know so well that we’re running out of time, I know that this case is leading to one and only destination. Hence, time is not a consideration. What matters more is what happens now and after my ina expires.  Boomer mindset juxtaposed with millennial mindset is both crazy and good. Boomers secretly envy millennials who move beyond their daily grind and chart the roads less taken. Millennials, on the other hand, salute how boomers manage to stick with their routine and keep at it. What are the common grounds? Struggles, wins, validation, taxes, and death.  And so, during the really pivotal negotiation which is this 2023′s hard-to-beat deliverable, I have to put my seduction fascinator on and keep it in place. LOL. Arte yarnnn kahit hapit at sagad na talaga ang mga sunogs? I say, yes. Why not, right? Why not?  My tita reached out and told me how I was in between the whole dramarama na pang-primetime bida. I actually laughed and messaged her that I’m treating all family members as my stakeholders. She was confused but she thanked me. Deep inside though, I was and still am shattered. Damn, girl. Na-connect talaga sa project gaming ang nego sa lola niya, ano po? I had to because I can’t let my emotions override my actions. My ina deserves to be given what she wants and how she wants it. Tapos. End of story. So, I have to align and get 50+1 votes for this. Had ina been a meh or shitty lola, I might have been shaken as I go about this negotiation, but hell, no.  And so, The Talk With The Boom 6 happened. I gave myself a 1 to 2-hour deadline to get the YES votes. We have to move fast because I can no longer take the bad vibes whenever I am near anyone of the Boom 6. LOL. Empath’s curse. UGH. Emotions boiled over. Harsh words flew. Cries and short breaths abound. What I learned is that everyone needs and wants to be heard, even when you know your case and your thesis. This is the anchor of seduction. All feelings are valid no matter how shitty, fucked up and laughable they are.  After the emotional deluge and the emotional damage, I laid out two scenarios and painted a vivid picture of logistics, cost estimates, hidden cost estimates and most importantly, what each scenarios would cost the people around ina. I tried to keep my tears down low so I won’t appear affected. Thank u, universe for really, really tough negotiations that involve taxes. LOL. Udabest po!  The Boom 6 listened, thankfully. Seduction is a series of pushes and pulls, too. Pauses, stops, and a the whole shebang of the multiverse on non-verbal cues need to be in place, too. There’s no cookie-cutter template, only a baseline template that would evolve like a Pokemon as you dance with fire and ice. Seduction is like Potions Class. You really have to think and feel and act based on how the nego is going BUT with your bias.  Seduction is meant for an audience of one. Truth be told, all throughout this experience, I was thinking about mother dragon and very rare badge of approval. LELS. PATAY. I’ve been looking at a designated imaginary space where she’d likely be should she be here as I go about my wild ride with the Boom 6. In negotiations, there may be one too many stakeholders, but, in reality, there is one and only one primary mover and shaker. Keep your focus on that one audience and work around it, with it, and for it. In this case, my audience of one is a combo: Mother Dragon and Ina. See? It’s not about the Boom 6. Defining your audience is a pillar of the art of seduction. Failing to define your audience of one will surely put you down the drain even if you’re backed with irrefutable numbers. LUH.  Defining the audience of one enables you to shut down all forms of intimidation as in each one big fight, too. :) Easier said than done, baby; but can be done and could be done. Also, pair this with my kind of fight... search for a blue ocean strategy. Google mo na lang JICYMI. It’s been buried by TikTok trends and filters na e. Cuties over pursuit of things in life and work that matters most era na talaga tayo ihh. For me though, it’s gotta be cyan because maarte ako like that plus blue ocean is more alive when doused with green. Don’t fight me because it’s true as verified by mother nature and human nature.  Seduction is also about allowing a specific BUT undetectable perimeter where people can go all out, but knowing how to shrink or expand it given your end goal. It’s also a mix of asking tough questions and providing a safe space where people can be vulnerable even when they have their own agenda and their own schools of thoughts. Seduction is proximity gaming, too. Get too close and you’d burn. Stay too distant and you’d lose it instantly. Seduce sparingly and you’d likely be shut down. Seduce all the way, OK, but, shit, you’d most likely be UMAY to whomever you’re dancing with.  Lastly, seduction that has no physical contact is cutting as it runs deeply. Getting physical is the result of seduction --either a punch in the face or... alam na this. LOL. LUH. Not safe for Tumblr bilang ang aga-aga. Skip na natin ‘yan for now because it’s irrelevant.  Bakit parang love life ang slant ng nego mode ko? Bakiiittt? Kung ganito lang ako sa totoong buhay, may jowa na me. LOL. CHZ. That can wait. And who knows, it may be on its way. KALOKA. Ready na ba me, mhie? Bakit parang nasasakal na agad ako? Bakit parang gusto kong CTRL ALT DEL ‘tong part na ‘to pati ‘tong buong thought fart na ‘to. LOL. Seriously, though (while I Swear played bigla sa Spotify reco. Tangina ka. Na-anxiety ako sa’yo.), seduction is an art worth deep diving into. Lifeskill siya and life hack, too.  And so, after an hour or so, we’ve arrived at our destination in the name of ina’s final destination. It wasn’t easy but, we winged it. Team Panganay on steroids talaga brought home the big, fat bacon. Team Panganay means all mga panganay na anak ng Boom 6 na ‘di bumitaw and binigyan ako ng space ko to do my thing so we can have a solid frontline, backline and sideline. Tagapag-bagsak lang ako ng case. No one walked out. No over-the-top BP. No one collapsed. No one raised a voice. No one went overboard, thankfully. Boomers are usually not able to voice out their concerns let alone their hidden hearts, minds and spirits. Siguro, gagawa na talaga ako ng Center For Wellness: Boomers And Aging Millennials Version --ang kanlungan ng mga misunderstood at feeling taken for granted. Very scalable, may puso, may kagat, and will most likely reap a cash flow that will enable me to be financially free. CHAR. May team na rin ako in mind and probable source of funding for the agile team here and abroad. CHAR ULIT. LOL.  Thankfully, ina’s last days and her funeral has been a decent and worthwhile one. Everyone huddled and did their best. And I was there on the sidelines to align people. Siguro, one of the most cutting tiny stotylines I got is from my cousin. She came to me in silent tears as she thanked me for taking one for the whole team of 70-80+ people and counting. She also said na the effort from her and team was nothing compared to dad and I’s efforts. Sabi ko naman, wala ‘yun. Maliit na bagay. And that, wala ‘yun sa liit o laki ng effort, sa funds shared and even sa time spent. Nagkataon lang single ako and ready to rachada plus dad is also very supportive kahit mega away kami sa behind the scenes. I held back tears kasi I can really see the pressure on her as the legit rep of the pangangay na apo sa pangangay na anak ni ina, but that does not matter. I also thanked her family for all the super scheduled prayer time since my ina is a fan of prayers din talaga. Sabi ko rin na ang kaya ko lang unting funds, tulong, negos but formulaic prayers are never my thing talaga. She cried a bit more and I kept a safe distance. Baka magpakawala ako ng 4D tears e. LOL.  Side Kwento: Since my vice is TRUST ISSUE. Even when a good number of family members thanked me and affirmed me, mhie, down the shit hole ako. I felt that I could have done better. Andaming tiny details I could have zoomed in on. Daming areas for improvement. In my head and heart, lagi kong kinakausap mom ko and iniisip ko ano bang sasabihin niya if andito siya. Lagot. So olats na ako agad. Gets? :D Dami kong what if’s pero, in line with being kindest to myself, I’m forcing myself to accept these validations. Hirap, mhie. Nakakasagad ng pake. Kasi for me, lahat ng bagay nadadaan talaga sa matino at dalisay na usapan. Ganun lang. Saka, I am never enough pa rin kahit anong mangyari, after all. LUH. But, again, we are inching toward candy-colored skies. Unti-unti. Abangan. I am getting there. 

For the writing ask game!

1, 19, and 23?

Thank you so much for the ask!

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

-- I daydream constantly about future scenes and scenarios I want to write, writing them down as soon as I've thought/planned up enough to make it a concrete scenario. When I'm really in a writing mindset, usually after I've been writing things down for a while, ideas or connecting points pop up into my head.

19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

-- I love creating OCs and writing about canon characters equally, it just depends on what I'm writing. Usually for fanfiction I prefer to stick to canon character, either main or secondary characters who only appear for 1 or 2 episodes (Shelley and Mikel from Leverage for example) because I love to explore their canon traits and characteristics and also supply my own. If I'm creating a character for a friends game of Dungeons and Dragons, or Mutants and Masterminds, or any ttrpg, or my own DnD NPCs, I love to go all out on my OCs, often creating detailed histories for them!

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

-- I've found it depends on what I want to write. For instance, the first part of The Hitter Job was very easy because I already had the source material to go on (The Big Band Job, The San Lorenzo Job) and just had to fit it into the Teen AU version. Writing The Hitter Job, Extended Edition however, I've found that the easiest parts of the story have been the beginning, where I'm setting the stage and establishing characteristics, and the end, where I've technically already written the conclusion. In a lot of my writing, I've found myself always having established how things start and where I want things to end. Connecting those two points, writing the middle part of the story, is often the hardest for me to write.

Hello again #tumblr.

It has been about five years since the last time I’ve been here. My first account had a funny name cannot recall right now, but it was something islander stories, and I’m not gonna say that I was proud of that account. Yet it brought me to the world of blogging.

I’ve decided to come back to Tumblr because I deep down believe that true intelligence comes from writing, some thing that apparently has been lost in between reels and stories in the past couple of years.

This is my introductory post, I go by Lorenzo, I have two cats and a dog, I live in Florida nowadays, and I’ve been to many places, well, I consider them many. I’ve met many people in my journey that we can call life and all of them are from different backgrounds yet, I am profoundly fond of all of them; the ones I knew, the ones I know, and the ones I will meet. 

I am into scenery, crystals, pets, nature, balance, people, books, home, decor, equality, lifestyle, controversial topics, and I could keep going, yet above all, I keep in an unbiased mindset… It wouldn’t be fair to shut down your opinion.

Welcome to my cathedral!

Love languages and the muses ; The Wolves

The five love languages: Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Receiving Gifts, Quality Time, and Physical Touch

Lucien: Physical Touch Damian: Words of Affirmation Vincent: Quality Time Audrey: Acts of Service Lothar: Physical Touch Elias: Quality Time Vinicio: Acts of Service Cipriana: Acts of Service Adrastos: Quality Time Jacintha: Receiving Gifts Lorenzo: Words of Affirmation Yesenia: Physical Touch Shohei: Quality Time Kitiara: Words of Affirmation Penelope: Words of Affirmation Aias: Quality Time Etienne: Physical Touch Beau: Words of Affirmation Nazaire: Words of Affirmation Silvanus: Acts of Service Solene: Words of Affirmation  Inaya: Physical Touch Alaric: Receiving Gifts Madison: Acts of Service Cerberus: Unknown

Tag dump for Elias, Lorenzo, and Penelope