From Candor to Cruelty

Indie RP Blog for Peter Hayes of the Divergent Series; Book/Film Canon--18+, multiship &multiverse, OCs and Crossovers Welcome!

[larmoyante]

I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts

//@arcusignis

(via killthebxy)

[asterosian]

Shipping doesn’t mean condoning

Shipping doesn’t mean romanticizing

Shipping doesn’t mean you want a relationship like this

Shipping is “I think it would be interesting if these two characters were in a relationship” and sometimes it’s interesting because it would be really bad for everyone involved

Shipping is supposed to be fun, not necessarily goals

I think half this site would chill a little if we understood that people ship for a whole fuck ton of reasons and you can’t ever assume to know the why

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@dauntchose

“No stiff could’ve beaten Molly on there own. Who’s helping you? Your brother? Once a stiff, always a stiff I guess!”

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anomaliae‌:

When Addie was younger, there had been a few kids who had said she was pretty. One of them held her hand. But it was never anything more than that for her. Her sister, while difficult to pin down, had more experience than Addie did. All those claims that she was waiting for the right one to came along always seemed like a cop out, and she had been aware of it. But this moment felt obvious. Like it was always meant to happen. Even the mess around them felt natural. There was no need to ask. No need to comment on it. It was just supposed to happen. It all felt right as she felt the warmth she had craved before. Peter had stood out to her from the day they met. Did she think they’d end up in this position? Not necessarily. Perhaps some romantic part of her that was still vying for Amity life had thought he’d be the one. But she had always thought it was silly. That he’d always see her as the Amity transfer. But he didn’t look at her like a member of Candor would look at a member of Amity. He looked at her the way she had admired so. Something new and incredible at his fingertips. Something he could one day understand. 

Feeling him reciprocate caused her heart to soar in her chest. She relaxed in his gentle guidance as she inched even closer, practically crawling onto his lap. Their breaths seemed to synchronize, and she was sure their hearts were beating in time. While she had been raised to believe that virginity was a sacred thing that should only been given to a spouse, Addie was suddenly overwhelmed by thoughts of contentment as she imagined losing it on the floor of the dorm. But she knew there should have been priorities. They’d at least have to clean the room up before they hooked up. As he pulled away, his hands still warming her cheek, she returned the gaze, soft and full of something inexplicable. A soft laugh left her lips as her fingers began to gently brush along his hairline, her eyes taking in every detail on his face. “You were taking too long to make a move, so I thought I might as well.” She teased with a whisper, her fingers finally resting at the nape of his neck.   

A kiss could signify many things but Peter had learned a new meaning in the moment his lips met Addie’s. A pact, that was the only word for it, sealed with a kiss. But he was still thrumming like a drum beat, a new, more grounded heat running through him. His senses returned before being shattered momentarily by the tingle of her fingers on her neck. He had never been so hesitant before, so doubtful of his own worth. He plucked her fingers from him, his arm wrapping around her waist to disentangle her from him completely. Despite the fear and anger, he managed to remain gentle as he separated gruffly from her. “I won’t make that mistake again,” he teased. In an instant, he composed himself, settling on his usual smirk. He stood and the rush made his head spin unpleasantly but he grit his teeth determined to remain strong, hard. Sure, she’d seen him slip but she didn’t need to get used to that.

“Are you going to sit there all day waiting for more of a real man, transfer, or are you going to start helping me straighten this mess up?” He asked, an edge of uncertainty vibrating around the edge of his voice. She could still back out but the strange buzz in his ears and the shifted pounding in his chest sang with hope that she wouldn’t. What could break a pact? He wondered. Peter kicked a nearby mattress that he’d flipped without much conviction. He sighed deeply before stooping down, picking it up, and tossing it into place in one swift movement. His muscles were more pronounced than many of the Erudite’s, even after a few months of book learning. He found that he missed the burn. Even the sting of the scrapes from the strange white concrete walls against his fists felt right somehow. “I still don’t buy all this you chose Erudite bullshit. How did it work out so well for you then?” He asked, returning to their previous conversation with a new bounce in his step. He started to slowly pick things up and put them back into place. Dinner would be over soon and they couldn’t be caught in this whirlwind of destruction.

[ksunwoos-archive]

SUPER DEEP & RAW QUESTIONS FOR MUSE DEVELOPMENT !

since i’m in a sharing mood , here’s a list of super deep questions i think could be used to develop a muse. 

what made your muse the way they are today ?

what’s your muse’s biggest regret ?

what’s your muse’s worst memory ?

what would absolutely destroy your muse ?

what lie does your muse often tell to themselves  ?

what’s your muse’s philosophy on life ?

what was your muse’s biggest heartbreak ?

if someone else described your muse , would they be proud ?

[candidlyevil-blog]

Someone: I care about you

Me: ...suspicious

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anomaliae‌:

Addie wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth. She wanted him to know every detail of her life. Why? She couldn’t quite put her finger on that. But she certainly wanted him to know more than most did. Seeing him deflate over the last few weeks, she felt herself grow worried. The notion of helping him had always been at the back of her head. It urged her to act and assist, perhaps a pleading call from Abnegation. Perhaps just her being a good person who didn’t necessarily want ties to a faction, but knew how important they were to him. But she was smart. She knew that helping him immediately would have raised more questions. A few more failures at this point, and he was as good as gone. The time to act came, and she did, though she wished she had sooner. He impressed her by his sheer desire to work through it on his own. But he needed the help now, and it would impress her more than enough if he accepted it. Her fingers twitched slightly, wanting to move closer. They wanted to find his and lace themselves between. She wanted to feel the hot heat of his hands and soothe him. But he needed to make the move. She needed to know that he wanted his guard down. 

And then it came. The signal that he was no longer hidden behind walls. It wasn’t the tears or the exhausted heap he had turned into. It was those two simple words, followed by a genuine and soft look as his skin touched hers. He was so uncertain of what he was doing. To be frank, so was she. She had never experienced this feeling before. This warmth that lulled inside of her, resting in her chest that made her feel lighter than air. She never once felt it with anyone from Amity, or anyone she had gone to school with. But here she was, willing to risk everything for the boy who didn’t belong, and she was at peace with it. Her own hand raised to his cheek, her fingers grazing his skin before resting along his jawline, her thumb wiping away what remained of the tears. She thought of a hundred things she could say to him. Some were heartfelt. Others were playful. But she pushed them all down, knowing now wasn’t the time for words. It was the time for action. Leaning closer, she bridged the physical gap between them, her lips meeting his, soft and cautious, afraid she was doing it wrong. But she felt certain that he wouldn’t push her away. She’d bet her life on it. 

Peter’s hesitation had little to do with inexperience. He had a physical relationship with several girls while he was in Candor. The faction openly discussed sex and encouraged a responsible level of experimentation once the teens moved into the dorms. Yet something heavy pressed on his chest as he sat there beside Addie, barely brave enough to reach out. He felt gravity, pulling them closer together. Electricity crackled as though they were two bright stars about to collide in an explosion of lights. It was nothing like the blinding fury and heat he usually felt before taking some girl who had propositioned him. Instead, there was a need between them that made him wonder if she would enjoy herself; a thought he’d never had with Candor girls. The same terror that gripped him as he realized this temper tantrum might be the end of him, gripped him again as she leaned in. His heart sped as her lips met his and though he’d waited since the day they first met for this inevitable conclusion, he wasn’t prepared for the way that the electricity between them expanded outwards. His heart pounded as though imploding on itself like the dying stars they learned about in astronomy. 

Peter’s breath caught in his throat and he allowed the kiss to hover lightly for a minute before returning it fully. He pulled her in gently by her chin, surprised by the sudden ability to be softer. His lips, however, pressed back earnestly and he shifted his other hand to the small of her back to pull their torso’s closer. The more the heat between them built, the more spectacular the implosion became until he had to break away to recover his senses. His hand remained against her cheek and he couldn’t help but chuckle, even though the moment was wrong. “I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head and looking down in embarrassment. “I just, I’ve been wondering how long it would take you to jump me.” His smile reached all the way to his eyes and he felt an unfamiliar blush rise in his cheeks. 

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There was an ache in Addie’s chest that was incredibly unlike anything she had felt before. He was broken and tired, exhausted from all this time trying to fit into a mold he would never be able to slip into. He was a bold and brave guy, with enough guts to survive Dauntless initiation. He had chosen Erudite to prove something to himself, and he was failing. This must’ve been the first time he had experienced true failure. All she wanted to do was wrap him in her arms and hold him for as long as he would allow. She didn’t want to say a word. She didn’t want to try to give him a pep talk. She just wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone. But this was Peter. He just destroyed an entire room in a fit of rage. He had no use for someone to hold him. Not now, at least. Instead, her gaze followed his as it glanced out, taking in the damage. She’d help him. She wouldn’t usher him to get up and help. She would just start to work. But once she knew he was alright.

She didn’t want to correct him too much. She didn’t want him to learn of the factions she could have gone to. Erudite was something new and exciting, compared to all she was familiar with in Amity, and the drab and modest life in Abnegation. “I chose Erudite, Peter.” She replied in a hushed tone, her words firm. She didn’t feel like reassuring him that he truly did have a pull to another faction. He would have thrived in Dauntless, but she would have never met him. Somehow that terrified her more than the thought that she could be killed over what she was. She inched closer, her hand resting so close to his leg, she could feel how hot his body had become. “I want you to do well.” Gentle words left her lips as the faintest glimmer of a smile was offered. “I like talking with you, even if all we do is bicker. I like seeing you in our classes. You have this look in your eyes when you read something you like that I have never seen before. I like it when you’re around, Peter. I don’t need anything more than that.” Her eyes stared at his, warm, despite being an icy blue hue. “If keeping you around means breaking a few rules, then that’s how it will be.” 

For weeks Peter had felt the tension between Addie and himself building; it rose and fell in an enticing tide that sustained him. Now, he didn’t feel worthy of her concern. He had the goal of stimulating her mind in the back of his head and though there were moments, glimpses of a light, bright spark between them, he had counted all hope lost as he had fallen through the ranks. If he couldn’t impress the instructors, he had no hope of impressing this brilliant girl. All the usual quips and jabs that occurred to him as she moved closer were brushed away quickly by the notion that she deserved better than him. His skin still hummed with frustration, a heat that settled deep in the pit of his stomach. He wanted desperately to close the gap between them but didn’t dare. Just as he didn’t dare to read too deeply into her response. He searched her eyes to see if there was a double-meaning there but she was so perfectly Erudite, top of the class, that he dismissed the thought quickly.

Peter spent a long moment staring into her eyes, examining the cool blue for anything calculated or selfish she was fighting to hide. He knew in her position, that darkness would linger behind his own eyes but a pure open quality shone from hers instead. Beyond that, a strange glimmer appeared as she explained the reasons she helped him. His insides stirred with a strange immense lightness that he couldn’t put into words. For the first time in his short, lonely life, he felt as though she would be there, even if he ended up on the streets and without hope. “Thank you,” he said simply, a foreign phrase that had never before escaped his lips. He hesitated briefly before moving a hand to her face to cup her chin. He smiled slightly, a quick genuine flash, before his face returned to its now perpetually dejected frown.

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anomaliae‌:

It was incredible to observe such an outpour of emotion from someone who claimed that emotions were signs of weakness. Every move he made, Addie watched with amazement. The gleam in her eyes wasn’t fearful or sickened. It was enthralled. She had never seen such an outpour, and that was saying something with a sister like hers. Rhett had been sedated by the serum multiple times in her life. Addie couldn’t even begin to imagine what Peter’s life would have been like in Amity, had he grown up there. But this is what she left Amity for. To see the range of emotions that only other factions could provide. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. Angry and upset, it hurt her to see, but it was raw and real. He knew no better way to handle his emotions. While it wasn’t the composed response Erudite wanted. But she wasn’t entirely Erudite, was she? She was a bit of Amity and a bit of Abnegation too. 

Addie sat and watched as he realized she was in the same room. She didn’t lean back in her typical sassy way. Nor did she offer a smirk. She also didn’t make some snide comment about him not belonging. Because it was real now. She didn’t say a word in response to his initial outburst. She didn’t make a comment about how she was part of Erudite. That it wasn’t doe-eyed pity, even if it was. He would’ve hated to hear that. Instead, she pressed her lips together and watched on as he collapsed, choking on a sob that had seemingly never left him before. She leaned forward, ready to offer a hand. But she stopped herself. She couldn’t let the empath in her dictate her actions. Instead, she sunk onto the floor next to her bunk, her back against the blankets as her legs tucked under her body. A shrug lifted her shoulders as her eyes tried to reach his, though his gaze was far from hers. If she wasn’t to offer a physical hand, she could certainly offer an emotional one. “We both chose Erudite. My goal shouldn’t be to see you fail.” 

Peter found himself shutting down as he sniffled and rushed to stamp out the tears that were coming faster now. A hum filled his brain as he considered how foolish and arrogant his decision to join Erudite had been. He thought he was above the system somehow; that the cleverness that helped him to survive a life in Candor that didn’t suit him would truly equate to the brilliance of people like Addie who turned everything they touched to gold. He finally looked up but his gaze darted away from Addie. His eyes lit on the destruction he had wrought in this typically peaceful, sterile room. A sudden flash of panic rose in him as he realized they would know. He was Dauntless and he had made the mistake of vanity. Now, he would be nothing but a factionless scrap on the streets. Despite the fear, he was too deflated to move and attempt to cover the outburst somehow. He was drained and had accepted whatever fate was meant for him, until she spoke.

His mouth fell open and his glistening eyes finally met hers, open and lost. “I chose Erudite. Erudite chose you,” he protested. Wasn’t that the purpose of the tests after all? So you would know where you belonged? “I don’t belong here,” he admitted in a whisper. An eerie shiver passed through him as though someone must be eavesdropping on his fragile admission. Those few brief victories he’d had in the psychology class flashed through his mind and then vanished. He was good at understanding how people worked and what made them tick but that didn’t make him an Erudite. Staring at the strangely calm girl in front of him, he doubted strongly whether he even understood people. The last flicker of hope dispelled in his eyes and they returned to the dark coal they usually reflected. “What I can’t understand is what you want from me in return?” He asked. “I have nothing to offer you.” Surely, she had a motivation that could become clear to him. If not, then his entire world view had collapsed forever.

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anomaliae‌:

As Addie finished her work, adding every perfect little detail that was sure to impress the instructor, she kept watchful glances over on Peter, trying her best to to appear too obvious about it. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to catch her aiding the apparent “weakest link” in initiation. It simply wasn’t in her nature to let him sink away below the point of return. There was simply no way she was going to let him be ridiculed until he was factionless. While she understood that Erudite loved to see individuals do things on their own, the Amity in her begged for teamwork. She wanted more of a relationship with someone than engaging in an intellectual conversation. Though she knew his change in behavior was due to how he was under-preforming, she missed their conversations. She was more than prepared to keep him afloat in the Erudite initiation. Even if he didn’t want her help, she’d be offering it. 

The moment the class ended, Addie had told herself, she’d talk to him. See if he wanted her to continue to look out for him in such a way. But he was gone before she even had a chance to look at him. In route with the others, she handed her work over with a pleasant smile before filing out. A few other initiates invited her to a meal with them. Perhaps then they could pick her brain and figure out how she excelled so easily, they teased. With a short laugh and a wave of her hand, she had declined the offer, claiming that she had a new philosophy book that she had been itching to read. The others seemed to buy it. She had yet to do anything that seemed untrustworthy. She often did spend time on her own, her nose buried in a book that she seemed incredibly passionate about. This appeared to be no exception. With a wave farewell, Addie stepped off to the dorm. She had a suspicion that Peter was there. And even if he wasn’t, she could still grab her book so she wouldn’t get caught in a lie. But she knew her suspicions were correct before she even stepped into the room. She could hear the cries of anger and the thudding of the room being torn apart. Addie knew his ties to Dauntless had been ignored, and this only proved it. He had been pent up with aggression that was manifesting in a dangerous way. She knew talking to him about his feelings would only make him feel patronized. So, instead, she walked in, quietly making her way to her own bed. She sat down, watching as she waited for him to turn his attention to her. Perhaps in a violent outburst, or perhaps in an exhausted spin. One thing was for sure; she was glad to have left Amity. She wouldn’t have seen something like this in Amity, and it felt…exciting to watch. 

Peter felt the rush of his anger through him, coursing through his fingertips. A frenetic fury pounded against his mattress as he allowed his fists to finally fly. He receded into himself as the world turned red. He had no sense of someone entering the room and he preceded to open his trunk full of clothes, tossing it across the room as his shouts were muffled by the stifling plastic world they were trapped in. He knew that this would get back to the leadership and somehow that only made the heat rage higher in his chest. Why should intelligence come at the expense of his natural strength? Was being smart really so counter to these immense feelings of disappointment and anger? He felt tears then, sharp and stinging at the corners of both eyes. He should have followed the test, gone to Dauntless and excelled.Instead, here he would fail and become lost to the factionless. 

The doubt swallowed him whole as he turned and finally registered Addie’s presence. He stopped quite suddenly, eyes glued to hers like a deer in headlights. Possessed with heaving breaths, he stepped towards her, a fire visible in his usually cold, cruel eyes. “Stop messing with me! I don’t need your scrawny doe-eyed Amity pity!” He shouted at her although he felt no anger as he did. She had saved him.He felt a fresh batch of tears this time, as an ice-flow of gratitude frozen for his entire life began to melt inside. He couldn’t comprehend why anyone, let alone someone with so much to lose and nothing to gain, would stoop to help someone as low to the ground as himself. For the first time, the depth of his stupidity fell into sharp relief and he sobbed once, openly. A gruff, strangled sound that didn’t match the throbbing in his temple or the tenseness of his muscles. He fell to the floor in front of her then, his face in his hands as he tried desperately to cover up the vulnerability he had hoped to never show. Erudite was breaking him and there was no way out. “Why?” He mumbled into his hands. “Why would you do that? Help me?” 

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anomaliae‌:

Addie found that she didn’t mind the work that Erudite had handed her. It was stimulating and helpful. She loved the sounds of pages flipping or a pen on paper. It was more intellectual work than she had ever done in Amity. Even when in common school, she always felt like they were simply taught the bare minimum, so as not to influence any potential transfers. The hands on experiments also suited her well. Years of working on the farms had prepared her more than enough for the labs. Patience was key, and she certainly was patient enough. She had been commended multiple times for her capabilities that kept her with top grades. Many times, the instructors would compliment her during the dinners, impressed with how high she seemed to jump above their expectations. But she always noticed Peter in the background, always struggling to get by in his work. While she certainly had butt heads with him since their arrival, mostly ending in some flirtatious game, she always felt bad for him. He was just trying to do his best, to prove himself to…himself. Perhaps there were others to impress. But it hurt her as she noticed him struggling to prepare his slide. It was a task she had completed easily. 

She glanced over at him quickly while others jumped as he slammed his fist on the table. The sinking suspicion that he had chosen the wrong faction began to settle in. The instructor’s voice sent an invisible shiver down her spine that only appeared as the hairs on her arms standing on end. Part of her wished the instructor was patient. But Erudite wasn’t necessarily asking for patient people. Blue eyes glanced at the instructor as she began to discreetly prep a new slide. She barely even needed to look down at her work as she sliced off the perfect sliver, put on some solution, and add a screen. As the instructor turned a corner, glancing away, Addie swiftly slid her work over to him, not even sparing him a glance. Only a small smile appeared on her lips. 

Peter had been prideful and stubborn during his first few weeks in Erudite. He had some small successes and believed he could improve in the areas where he struggled, at first. However, each poor mark ate away at him bit by bit until he found himself retreating from the other initiates. This shift in behavior had been particularly pronounced in his relationship to Addie. He had challenged her regularly, flirting and sparring verbally in an attempt to stick in her mind, at first. Now, he was too embarrassed to look at her most days. He occasionally snapped at the other initiates but mostly stayed in his dorm alone, reading and practicing for hours at a time. While all the other initiates took special trips together and bonded, he was treading water all on his own. Peter never expected help because he had never given help to anyone else. The Candor way was balance; always keep your debts to others at a zero sum in order to limit bias or emotion seeping into your judgment. He carried this belief with him into Erudite where individualism was rewarded. This value continued to appeal to him despite some of the more unsettling elements of Erudite life, like the robotic speech and the glossy smiles of the leadership.So when Addie slid the sliver of glass across the counter towards him, his face scrunched up, incredulous.

She was saved the flare of anger he felt by the instructor’s watchful eye. He hesitated for only a moment before realizing this was nothing more than a white lie, a new concept he’d learned in Erudite’s philosophy lessons. Surely, if his hand wasn’t injured, he’d have completed the task himself by now. Even if that wasn’t the case, this was a victimless crime and he could still make his own observations about the plant. He nodded gruffly in her direction and dropped the spare slide with a metallic click on the counter. He slipped the slide onto the platform and secured it. After clearing his throat and arranging his paper, he looked through the display. It was frustratingly fuzzy and he sighed as he fiddled with the dial. At least none of his classmates could see the image before him, so blurry and lacking in detail. Unlike, the staring eyes that picked up on his struggle with the slide moments ago. After some fumbling, he settled for a less than perfect double-image and began to sketch what he could see of the leaf. All the while, his fists remained clenched as though he might explode at any moment. At the end of class, Peter turned in his very rough and incomplete assignment to the instructor who raised a calculating brow at him on his way out. He managed to hold in his anger until he reached the dorm where he immediately kicked at his bed and flipped the mattress with a rage-filled growl.

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anomaliae‌:

Addie knew that the system was inconsistent. She had many issues with the factions that were in place to keep order and “safety”. Though it was dangerous to be, she felt that being a Divergent simply showed that the system was wrong. People could be more than one thing for the rest of their days. People were not meant to fit into such a mold. But she couldn’t spill these ideals to someone she just met. Especially not someone in Erudite, where she had heard whispers of power grabs. She needed to get by. If an opportunity arose for her to make her point in a way that wouldn’t force her out into the streets where no one would listen, she would take it. But she didn’t foresee such a opportunity occurring anytime soon. “You’re confident. That doesn’t mean you belong. Being proud of choosing Erudite is nothing to them. You need to prove yourself beyond walking around with a smug look on your face. You’re working off of stereotypes. Unless you want to fail initiation, I’d suggest learning when to keep your mouth shut and keeping your focus on what actually matters.” She warned him, her brow raised as she attempted to demand attention, rather than allowing him to keep a sickened gaze on the transfers. 

“I’m simply refusing to let you make others feel as if they don’t belong.” She stated firmly. Perhaps later in the night, she’d think about what he said and a deep blush would crawl onto her cheeks. But for now, she stood straight and stood her ground. 

“I’ve seen better and I’ve seen worse. What you really need to do is prove to me that there’s actually something upstairs worth being interested in.” He was handsome, and the words she spoke were simply there to egg him on. But she was having fun. Real fun. Pushing his buttons was something she had never been able to do before while in Amity. The sexual and emotional repression in Amity had been one of the biggest factors that drove her away. In Erudite, so long as she was smart about it, she could do as she pleased. If she played it right, this could be fun for her. “Give them time. They’ll learn to defend themselves. It’s part of the fun of being here.” She hummed as she pulled on a pair of shoes, taking a moment to smooth out the skirt of her dress. “Well, Peter. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She smiled softly over at him, pulling some of her hair forward. 

She certainly had him questioning the wisdom of assuming too much about the other transfers. How many Amity girls were insufferable know-it-alls with some warped desire for conflict anyway? The idea had never occurred to him and yet here she stood, with that superior smirk on her face. “Well I know why you left Amity at least. Holding back a bit too much?” He asked. With a shrug, he added, “That’s alright, just another thing to admire about you.” He could respect that she was too much herself to fit the world of smiles and honey. Batting his eyelashes he faked a dreamy sigh. “You like me, you really like me.” Somehow the statement came across as a sort of plea rather than the joke he’d intended and a flash of irritation crossed his face. Who was she to judge his intelligence anyway? He’d managed to play it smart enough to conceal more in Candor than most. He had the grades and the ability to debate in the Candor way and that was just a start. He felt a sense of spite scraping at him, like a small rash that was sure to spread. He scoffed and turned to walk away but he couldn’t hide the obnoxious grin that spread across his face at the effort she was putting in to taking him down a peg or two. Boy would he prove her wrong.

“I guess I’ll see you around, Addie.” They were living in such close quarters that the observation seemed ridiculous, almost unnecessary. He grimaced and shook his head, irritated that he hadn’t really done much to sell himself on having something worthwhile to stimulate her mentally. He’d have to find another way to wriggle his way into her head as she had instantly become the foremost thought in his own. 

Erudite initiation could be summed up quite simply as “a lot of homework.” Peter enjoyed reading the books and the research that they had to study. In particular, he enjoyed the psychology course and had done pretty well on the tests so far. However, he was weak when it came to the more practical forms of research they had to engage with like Biology and Chemistry. He had failed a few of the practical exams and his grade was close to the thresh hold for probation. He hated the feeling he got as everyone around him succeeded, even the Abnegation, at something as seemingly simple as a dissection. He had sliced open his hand with a scalpel in class the other day, and now, he was struggling to prepare a sample for his slide. He simply didn’t have the steady hands necessary to cut a small enough portion at the plant life under examination and drop a precise amount of water onto the preparation area. He felt the heat rising in his chest, the heat he had been struggling more and more to quell in these irritatingly unproductive sessions. 

He muttered obscenities to himself under his breath and clenched his fist around the spare glass slide as he sliced pieces off the leaf; jagged and too large in one attempt and so minute he couldn’t even pick it up the next. He sighed deeply, rocking from side to side and slammed his fist on the table, a quick punctuated jab. “Peter, if you can’t maintain your composure, you will receive a 0 for the assignment,” the instructor warned in a flat, almost robotic tone. He found he disliked the plastic affect of many of the Erudite the longer he was a part of them. Increasingly, he felt as though he didn’t belong. The thought drew angry tears to his eyes that he fought desperately to hold back.

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mikkeljensen‌:

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@anomaliae​

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Addie knew that there were bound to be challenges. She was an Amity transfer. They weren’t well known for their intellect or wit. They were known for holding hands and singing songs and working on the farm. She was more than aware that most transfers were seen as if they were only pretending to be part of their new faction, until proven otherwise. She intended to prove herself and fit in as soon as she could. The last thing she needed was for someone to question her about where she really belonged. No one would think she belonged in Amity or Abnegation if she was bold but clever. “Go right ahead. Take it all in. You’re only seeing what I’m putting out.” It was the truth. His examination might have appeared to be his idea. But she undressed for him to see. “If you think you’re being clever, I think you might’ve chosen the wrong faction.” She added with a loud whisper. 

Slipping on the dress, she looked up at him, her head tilted slightly as she took him in herself. The way he carried himself was similar to how she had seen the Dauntless members walk. She wondered, absentmindedly, if it had been another one of his choices. “Just because they aren’t walking around, taking off their clothes, doesn’t mean they don’t have the potential to demolish you on an academic front.” Even as he drew closer, staring her down, Addie didn’t waver for a moment. She simply stared back, smirking, arms delicately crossed over her middle, unimpressed. “Listen, Candor. You can stand tall and straight all you want, but this isn’t how Erudite measures power. The way I see it, the more you make snide comments based on stereotypes, the more you’re proving that you really did pick the wrong faction. If you want to belong, you really need to start using that head of yours. It’s not just decoration, you know.” She replied, letting her hands quickly adjust the jacket of his suit before letting them fall, turning away coolly as she went to get a new pair of shoes. “I’m Madeline, by the way. Feel free to call me Addie when you’re trying to insult me.” 

Peter grew up in a faction that valued many things above the strength he naturally possessed. He could have easily fit into Dauntless, as his results indicated. Yet, he found the temptation of a challenge too thrilling to pass up. At least the manipulation he’d engaged in his entire life, as a liar nestled inside Candor, prepared him for the mind games Erudite was known for. Still, her words wedged inside him, prying open that sliver of self-doubt that told him this isn’t what the test told you to do, you don’t belong here. Although Peter hadn’t belonged to the faction he was born into at the core, he did truly trust the faction system and believed he must belong somewhere. The alternative, that all of this was flawed and meaningless, was far too terrifying to consider for long. He grinned with a malicious twinkle in his eyes as she tore into him, accusing him of the very fears he harbored in this foreign place without his friends to back him up. “I don’t stand this way to show my power. I stand this way because I’m proud to be here. That’s what separates me from them,” he argued, gesturing to the Abnegation who were quickly clearing out to explore the facility, their gazes still glued to the floor.

“And you from them as well, it seems.” He was truly impressed by how easily an Amity rose to challenge him with a steady gaze and straightened shoulders.

Something shifted in his gaze as her hand rose to touch his arm. The predatory twinkle in his eyes dwindled and he softened somehow. The strange flutter he felt in his chest caused him to wrench away his arm roughly. “It’s a fine decoration though,” he chuckled. “You know you were thinking it.” He folded his arms, trying desperately to seem casual, like her touch hadn’t branded him. He would think of this moment all night, and likely the next day although he couldn’t explain why it mattered so much. People were merely means to an end and he had no idea yet what end she could serve except maybe an outlet for his frustrations. “Hey, I never insulted you, not until you defended the Stiffs. Not that they’d appreciate it anyway. They don’t even defend themselves.” He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. “I’m Peter.”

[candidlyevil-blog]

“I don’t know why I believed you.” hi!!

@emborn (Hello! I was wondering if you have a verse page or bio? What faction is your OC in?)

“Your gullibility is not my problem. It’s kill or be killed.” 

[wickedlymeme]

“You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

“I don’t know why I believed you.”

“You have no idea how much I hate you.”

“You do realize they’ll never truly love you, right?” 

“You don’t really blame them for cheating on you, do you?”

“Yeah, but they never really loved you to begin with.”

“This tastes like garbage.”

“I could go with you, or I could swallow razor blades.” 

“Your parents have no idea who you are.”

“You sure as hell aren’t here on purpose.”

“Is it really much of a wonder why we broke up?” 

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like if you left.”

“They think you killed her.” // “They think you killed him.” 

“No amount of make up is going to help you right now.”

“I told him you ditched class to fuck your friend.”

“I hope alternate universe you gets hit by a bus.”

“You can’t change what your parents did, so stop making excuses for yourself.”

“Oh.. No, You look disgusting.” 

“Honestly I’d rather die in a fire.” 

“Your life makes Minions look like a masterpiece.”

“Have you ever heard of swimming with cinder blocks? It’s all the rage right now. You should try it sometime.” 

“You belong on the CW and that is so not a compliment.”

“Did you really think you were going to help the situation?” 

“When you say shit like that, it’s literally the reason we can’t be friends.”

“I liked you better when you acted like I actually mattered to you.” 

“Most people would have left you ages ago.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead.”

“You’re not worth the air.”

“You might still have a shot with the blind.”

“Stop fucking cornering me all the time. Haven’t you put it together yet?”