#also i say ‘transitioned’ but the only transitioning there is for a drone in this society is

[florshedworf]

well i didn’t mean for it to come to this but it came to me in a dream: trans uzi

[adispit]

The Aftermath

Alpha rival king x alpha m!reader

A mini part 2 of The Crown!

Warnings: dubcon, handjob, possessive Leo

note: yeah this isn’t really a smut centered piece more centered on the story also I didn’t beta read this so if there’s errors yeah 😭

Something was wrong. Your nape ached with a searing intensity, and your fangs felt inexplicably dull. The air around you reeked of something unmistakable—alpha. Jolting awake, your entire body ached with a deep, lingering pain. Wait a minute, this wasn’t your bed. Where were you?! These luxurious sheets were also something you couldn’t afford…even as a royal.

Your entire body reeked of alpha pheromones—clearly not your own. They carried a hint of musky leather and a scent reminiscent of stormy nights. What was even more concerning was the fact that your body responded in this scent—you liked it..! As an alpha! Panic and confusion surged through your mind as blurry afterimages of the previous night flashed through your thoughts in a matter of seconds. You felt your face flush red with humiliation and shame. Right. You had gotten…bitched. Bitched by Leo.

Sunlight streamed through the windows of your bedroom like any other ordinary day. Except it wasn’t. The clear and fresh humiliation seared and burned into your mind, your only remaining pride as an alpha remaining— completely shattered and destroyed. How could you have submitted! To the very man who invaded and conquered your country?! The man who ruthlessly slaughtered your countrymen…the very man who also mercilessly fucked you…on the throne. Embarrassment once again took ahold of you as your sore nape throbbed at the thought of the events of the previous night.

"You done wallowing in pity?" A cold, harsh voice sliced through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. A slim and lean man stood at the foot of the bed you lay in, holding a clipboard. He emitted no scent and seemed to be a beta. “Who are you?!” you demanded, glaring at him with guarded suspicion.

“Calm down. I’m a private doctor who’s friends with Leo, he called for me to come examine you.” He rolled his eyes in irritation. “He doesn’t even pay me to deal with the bullshit I have to deal with…Anyways, you clearly went through a number. This guy initiated such a forceful bitching on the spot when you were clearly emotionally and mentally stimulated. Now the consequences of that is, due to the traumatic experience which was caused by the sudden change of your secondary gender, your body is in a pseudo-state of an omega. You aren’t really one right now, you still retain your alpha features….” Hearing the doctor ramble on, you blankly stared off into space.

An omega. You were now an omega. Why— “Hey! Are you listening?” He snapped his fingers. “Listen to what I say!” His frustration was evident in his growl. You blinked your eyes apologetically, trying to focus on his words. “As I was saying, you do still have your features as an alpha, those fangs can still mark someone and your cock still has a knot. Well, a rather pitiful one as of now though, I did have to examine you.” He shook his head in what seemed like gratuitous pity.

“However, your body is in a state of transition into an omega right now. You will leak slick and have random pseudo-heats until you have stabilised as an omega. Without the presence of Leo, the alpha who marked you, your body would not survive those heats and it would be fatal. This is also because of the heat you went through after he bit you.” He droned on monotonously. Like a knife through butter, your heart felt as though it was ripped open at the news.

This man was fucking sick. Everyone was fucking sick! Grinding your teeth in fury, you glared at the doctor in a fit of rage. “Okay, don’t shoot the messenger…just trying to do my job. Just have plenty of rest and with your alpha by your side. I’ll prescribe an ointment for that bite. And speak of the devil! I’ll go now.” He helplessly pinched the crease between his eyebrows before striding off. “How’s my wife doing?” A rich, magnetic voice echoed in the chamber as you were met with piercing blue eyes that seemed to engulf you in their entirety.

“Fuck off.” You spat at him with as much venom your hoarse voice could muster. A pitiful attempt that seemed to only make the teasing grin on his face grow bigger. If he hadn’t bitched and fucked you, you would have assumed this man would have been sent by the heavens to save you. “So feisty… love that about you, (Name),” he grinned, his eyes locked on you, seemingly ready to devour you at any moment.

“You’ve heard the man, as your husband and your alpha, I shall assist you through your heats and provide you with all the loving care you could ever need.” With a malice-filled smile, he manhandled you into a hug that seemed to steal your very breath away from you. “Ugh! Don’t- fucking touch me!” You struggled weakly, flailing your arms as he gripped onto you tighter at your resistance. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your lower abdomen, causing you to collapse weakly into his arms.

Lightly caressing your cheek, he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek as he muttered for you to rest, clearly displeased. The rasp of his voice filled your ears as you couldn’t help but press your legs together unconsciously. Your heart pounded in your ears as blood rushed to your cheeks and also your… “Are you hard right now?” A hint of amusement in his voice cut through the heavy silence. “N-no! I’m…” Leaving no room for argument, he lifted up your flimsy gown to the sight of your pathetically erect cock, leaking beads of precum.

Huffing playfully, he palmed at your throbbing dick, earning a soft whine from you. Your eyes were half-lidded and glazed over with lust. Your mouth hung agape, forming words that didn’t exist with a voice you didn’t have in your efforts to comprehend the pleasure you were begrudgingly feeling. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want rough and calloused fingers so delicately brushing over your sensitive tip, making your insides twist and turn at the familiar delicious burn of pleasure.

Your head started to droop, but a sharp squeeze to your cock brought you back in an instant. “Are you enjoying yourself, (Name)?” Leo smiled, full of mirth but also of ill intentions. Slowly, he began to pump your member again, his cruel smile twisting upwards as he heard you let out a strangled moan. Glancing at yourself, you had no choice but admit you were a mess really. Your skin covered with a fine sheen of sweat as you panted laboriously and your hips involuntarily rocking into the warm hold of Leo’s fist.

Grunting disdainfully at the lack of response from you, Leo sighed into the crook of your neck, hot breath brushing against the very bite mark that seemed to burn. “You say you don’t want this though,” his hand crawled achingly slowly up to the desperately sensitive tip. “Maybe I should just leave you be. Just. Let. You. Be.” With each word he punctuated it with a gentle rub of the precum-soaked tip, you nearly found yourself sent over the edge from that alone. You were too close to stop now.

“Please…” A weak plea left your throat. You couldn’t help himself. You knew it was a mistake, but one your useless body was so desperate to make. This ache had to go away. “Please Leo…”Leo grinned victoriously. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” You smelt the air suddenly surge with pheromones. Ah. That soothing smell. Whilst seemingly suffocating in his pheromones, Leo increased the speed of his pumping, making you come undone with a silent scream as the exhaustion overtook you. Slumping down, you felt your taut body sink into his arms before once again passing out. “Fuck.” Leo looked down at the wet stain in his pants and the tent that wouldn’t go away.

A few years ago, under the cover of night, he had ventured out to the same forest clearing where he had once found solace. It was a place he had comforted you in before, though back then, you were both younger. As he arrived, ready to unleash his annoyance on the intruder, he was taken aback to find you huddled, trembling with unshed tears. Your defiant gaze intrigued him, and despite his initial intention to chase you away, he was struck by your vulnerability.

“Hey, you can’t be in… here…” he began, but trailed off when he saw your pitiful form. Struggling with unfamiliar emotions, he attempted to offer comfort, a rare gesture for someone of his royal stature. “You… okay?” he asked awkwardly, furrowing his brows.

“I’m o-okay!” you quickly responded, rubbing your eyes and standing up with a sheepish grin. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you with my crying…” Your innocent reaction only made him more determined to be gentle, despite his internal conflict. His pheromones, released unconsciously, elicited a low snarl from you, signaling your hostility. The mingling scents of earthy soil and rain from you in the air only highlighted the moment.

“Sorry…” he said, rubbing his head in apology. You merely nodded and hurried away into the distance. Though he had expected never to see you again, fate had other plans. Now that you were back in his life, he was resolved never to let you go again.

note: so yeah that’s it uh Leo had an interest in you and ran w it and he met u to ur very misfortune. Reader isn’t having a really great time overall 😭 but I hope this explains things! Tried my hand at something more story related

Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Teach a bot to Kiss: Metroplex

Shout out to my friend TBean for sending me a Hal900 fic that clearly inspired me. I also made a little reference to a First aid x Metroplex fic that I read awhile ago. If anyone knows of it, Please link me ToT

Metroplex loves when you read aloud to him. It could be a lonely experience as a living city, often forgotten by its residents. It had been no surprise when the news of first contact reached Metroplex, and he requested to meet one of these humans. Being brought into a city, only to be told the city is who wanted to meet you had been an eye opener to just how big Cybertronians could be.

Introducing yourself to a nearly empty room had felt odd and Scamper, an extension of Metroplex, had been offered as a way to adjust. The autonomous troops had made the transition easy once you understood they were simultaneously separate and connected to the Titan. The giant of few words surprised his fellow Autobots with how chatty he was with you. Requests from both of you for visits were frequent, leading to your placement as Ambassador to him and the bots that resided within. Now you lived inside him, and reminded yourself not to word it like that cause it sounded wrong on so many levels.

Friendship blossomed into a crush on what was essentially a faceless living city. Sure, other bots told you he could transform and indeed had a face, but it was very unlikely you would ever see it. The Titan typically remaining dormant. How could you explain to other humans how long conversations about history and reading aloud led to such feelings. Perhaps Cybertronians would better understand. Or not. You keep this crush to yourself, content in being an ambassador. Between you and the Titan, Ambassador was just a fancy way to say friend.

The command center-like space was empty save for you and some observation drones. His brain took up the middle of the room, surrounded by different panels and screens. Some for communication, some for... you weren't going to try and guess. It was a place you were commonly found, performing "ambassador duties". Sitting on one of these empty panels and speaking or like today, reading to him. Metroplex would sometimes interrupt, asking you to explain a concept or word that did not translate well.

"My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." You pause to take a breath and Metroplex interrupts.

"What is a kiss?" The voice has no origin, but you can feel it around you. that had taken more time than the rest to get used to. Voices from nowhere.

Explaining things very rarely gave you reason to pause, but this time you hold the open book to your mouth, thinking, feeling cheeks warm as you stall.

"A kiss is a form of affection. Pressing lips together. Like a hug of the mouths." Hugging had been something you explained somewhat recently after he witnessed you and another human hug in greeting. The fact these being, so similar in the value of relationships and connections, had such different ways of expressing it. His auto-troop, Scramble, stood in as a body to demonstrate a hug, and was promptly put to use hugging other autobots. The troops often hugged you when bumping into each other around the Titan's internal routes. You were never sure if it was their own actions or his. Not that you minded. They were always careful with you.

Metroplex often asked for demonstrations, so it was no surprise when the voice, almost timidly, asks for a demonstration of a kiss. Six-gun was nearby, seemingly on standby. Waiting for your answer. Calling out to the bot, he steps closer and kneels to your level. Six-Gun had a permanent battle mask, so you think for a moment.

"Well… Something acceptable between friends is a cheek kiss. In some cultures it is even a common greeting." A small peck to the side of his battle mask. Taking a few steps, you kiss the other side. It felt like kissing a friend.

The visor of Six-Gun lights up, "Well hello to you too!" The extension of Metroplex bumps his battle mask into you gently. A mimicry of your own greeting kiss. You give a smile, and a pat to his face before he moves off again. A quick simple lesson.

"You know Metroplex, I don't feel like I gave you a kiss." You comment as you sit back down, grabbing the book. It was a thought that slipped out.

"Please elaborate."

"It didn't feel like I gave you a kiss. It felt like I kissed Six-gun," Tapping your fingers on the book, rereading the line that made him ask. "I'm not sure where I could even give you a kiss unless you transform." You tried to picture how big he would be. First aid had once told you he was able to stand on the glass over the Titans optics. You would be ant sized!

"The main panel beside you." He speaks after a moment of thought.

You glance over and see a panel that differs from the others. It had never stood out to you before, full of the same buttons and lights everywhere, save for the large one in the center.

"it is a direct interface." He explains, sensing your questioning, "Typically used by my Autonomous troops and drones. Sometimes city speakers."

You slip down from your perch and onto the one indicated. Metroplex speaks again, the lights blinking in time with his words, "I am unsure how to better explain it, but similar to how I see and feel your movements inside of me, but with direct touch with the center."

"I see." Stepping carefully around the smaller lights and buttons, you make way to that center light and kneel in front of it. It pulsates steadily. Placing your hand on it causes the light to ripple. A warmth spreads upwards, the hairs on your arm sticking up.

"I feel you." His voice sounds closer, yet there is still no specific source. "Can you feel me?"

A pulse of light, a pulse of sensation up your arm. Barely there, like a spider crawling up. He was reaching back.

"I think so. Yes, yes I can feel you Metroplex." A sense of giddiness takes over you. You had interreacted with him through various proxies, but this was direct. As face to face as you thought you could be. "I feel you Metroplex."

The pulsing quickens. "I feel you."

The smile can't be helped. Neither can the giggling. "Hello friend."

"Hello friend."

You deduce that it is a sort of feedback loop, or connection. You can feel the edges of his mind. The pleasant curiosity he feels getting to observe you a new way, the glimmer of comfort he feels with you near. Would it be stronger if you were Cybertronian?

Could he feel how you felt about him?

"You are distressed." He states, as if reading your mind, "If it distresses you to kiss me, do not feel obligated."

The way Metroplex says it makes you laugh, "I don't feel obligated. I worry cause-" You run your palm across the glass, watching light follow the motion, "- I shouldn't kiss you. Not without telling you some things." He is silent, waiting for you to continue. "I like you MP."

"I enjoy your presence as well."

"More than friends Metro," You knew that Cybertronians had relationships and love in their own way, "I shouldn't kiss you when I feel this way. Not unless you want to."

"I do want to."

"I mean, feel the same way as me."

"I enjoy your presence greatly, y/n."

The light pulses quickly, and you look up at his brain. It's light, not a solid grasp but you feel it through the connection. A great affection, like a blossom. A reflection of your own heart.

"Oh. Oh!" It's followed by more giddiness as you lean closer. The pulsing quickens, like your own heart beat. Lips against the warm glass. Like the cheek kiss you gave Six-shot. A single chaste peck that leaves a slight smudge. You rub it away with your thumb, watching the light ripple from your touch. His own pulse is slower now.

"May I have another?"

Smiling, hands sliding over the glass, your kiss him again. Slower press of your lips. Followed by a burst of joy, your own and his. Tremors make you pull away, thinking your own excitement was the cause.

It was Metroplex.

His frame shaking, nothing violent, but very notable. Comms started going off, asking the Titan what was going on and if he was okay. You feel his embarrassment, replying to each one and sending out the all clear. You can't resist pressing another kiss to the panel.

[junosmindpalace]

Suna isn’t the type of person to go out of his way to impress someone. To quit slacking off during practice when he senses Kita’s watchful gaze, sure, but to invest time grooming himself into other people’s likeness? No way. 

He’s secure in himself for the most part, laid back and nonchalant. It wasn’t as if he didn’t put any work into himself, it was just that he only gave effort in areas he cared about or where it was required of him, and that usually didn’t transcend outside the realms of school and volleyball.

Most of the time (when he isn’t slacking off), Suna is practicing getting down a more efficient spike and doing his best to keep up with his agonizing classes. That was the most he cared about in terms of himself…until you had started to talk up a classmate of yours.

Suna was used to getting attention as an athlete, a lot of times indifferent to it. Atsumu was the one who enjoyed that sort of attention more, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a blow to his pride when he hears you gush about a guitarist friend of yours. You would seemingly drone on and on about how impressive he was. You swooned, you would say. Guitarists are so cool. Rintaro listened to all your starstricken rants with raised brows and an annoyed look on his face. He couldn’t help but scoff and look away when you once mentioned something about attending one of his gigs. 

You were enthusiastic about Suna’s volleyball games, but never had you talked about his plays with such reverence. What was so great about guitarists? You could get all the excitement from a concert at one of Suna’s games. There was no need for you to attend that guy’s show. The rush in the stands are pretty much the same you’d feel at a concert venue. 

“Athletes are obviously better. What does plucking some strings have on power and scoring points?”

Suna’s mouth curled downward into a small frown as he listened to Atsumu’s attempt at trying to pick him up during practice. Suna didn’t mean for it to start getting discussed, but Atsumu, dumbfounded by Suna’s irritable mood, got curious on what could possibly make his very nonchalant teammate so…chalant. And so he poked and prodded, making exaggerated comments about his ugly face due to the deep frown on his lips and how he could see the steam coming from his ears until Suna caved in. 

“Obviously something.” 

Rintaro, you should see him play! He’s incredible, it almost has me falling for him. You had joked, but alarm bells were going off in his head, a wave of nausea washing over him and wiping out the remainder of his ego and any sort of nonchalance he was able to feign. That was his final straw. 

It was Aran who was the first to find out about Suna’s new hobby when he visited his house one afternoon, staring in surprise at the new addition to his usually unchanging room sitting in the corner.

“When’d you get a guitar, man?”

“Last week.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in playing an instrument.”

Suna's gaze shifted to the ground as he only gave a shrug in response, because he really wasn’t. At least, not out of a passion for it. He liked listening to music, he didn’t mind listening to other people play, but he himself had never been interested in learning. Well, until he learned about your love for guitarists. 

“They’re just so….you know?”

“I don’t.”

You laughed, even though Suna had meant the words with all the sincerity in the world. And he never got a clear explanation, so now he’s taking it upon himself to figure out what makes a couple of chords so impressive. 

He’s ready to bash his head into the guitar only a couple of days in. The metal strings on his acoustic were harsh on his fingers and always slipped from their position on the fretboard. He gets down the chord shapes decently quick, which motivate him to immediately move onto barring and suddenly he’s back to square one. Transitioning between each chord was also a pain, and don’t get him started on reading sheet music. Injuring his fingers during a game set his progress back a week.

He tries focusing on learning to play your favorite music; solos, riffs and the like. But each tutorial requires another tutorial, and it becomes a vicious pattern of Suna going down a rabbit hole trying to learn one thing after another. 

He’s ready to give up on the whole thing and find some way to impress you with volleyball, but the plan to abandon his progress halts after your reaction to him casually bringing up how difficult it was to play. 

“Wow, Rin, you play? I had no idea! That’s awesome! I’m sure you’re incredible!” 

And suddenly Suna’s back to looking up various tutorials, practicing transitioning between different chords and properly starting out with the basics. He even borrows workbooks from the music rooms to practice outside of school. The patience required of him made his head spin, but it was no matter. He was an athlete with an oblivious crush- patience was his middle name.

He’s surprisingly dedicated, not staying too late after school for volleyball practice and instead opting to work out of his books in the afternoon. He’s gotten farther than he ever expected he would- he even picks up on the language naturally. He doesn’t even realize it until he’s ranting to you about some annoying technical details, not even in an attempt to make you fawn over him.

When he turns to look at you, he’s caught off guard by the impressed look on your face.

“Sounds frustrating. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon.” You said slowly, tilting your head to the side. 

Suna admits that despite having a lot to learn and a lot of practice to be doing in order to improve his musicality, he’s actually found this new hobby of his decently fun. He was slowly starting to understand the appeal you talked so much about, the satisfaction of being able to play a set of chords correctly reminiscent of hitting a good spike.

But ultimately, it’s your almost shy smile and tinted cheeks as you look up at him in admiration that, despite the insane amount of frustration, make Suna glad he decided to pick up guitar. 

[archer-kacey]

I think Garten of Banban gets a lot of unnecessary shit.

Yes, the plot is everywhere, Chapters 2-3 are slower than the DMV, and I'm aware that it is a "Poppy Playtime Clone," but I think that broadly generalized reputation does it a disservice.

As the series has progressed, there is one thing I continue to enjoy about it generally. The childlike imagination behind it.

When I say childlike, I don't mean unintelligent. I mean the plot of the story progresses in a way a child might tell it- there's a lot of cool shit happening (monsters fighting, sheriffs capturing bad guys, racing on giant birds, fighting a t-rex cat, etc), but the transitions between each "cool thing" aren't always the most thought out.

Are the awkward transitional points in the story a valid source of criticism? Yes. But at this point, they're central to the way the story is getting told- in simpler terms, we better be used to the quirks by now if we've stuck around for this long.

Also, Garten is starting to improve on a lot of its weak points (voice acting, environments feeling too empty, introducing a damn CAMERA onto the drone, etc), and I feel like Chapter 7 helped showcase this.

And speaking of Chapter 7, the one thing that really stood out to me was this- there were a lot of characters (all Syringeon's experiments) that spoke entirely different languages.

To me, not only does this raise story questions (namely if Syringeon was trying to create a race superior to humans by emulating and improving on human traits, one being differing languages), but it also shows that the developers do care to some extent about what they're putting into their new installments. It would be easy to make Syringeon's creations all speak a nonsense language, or be otherwise monolingual. This specifically helps the town feel more lived in, and not like a bunch of NPC's walking around aimlessly. There are a couple other things too, like the bar serving only lollipops (and the fact that they're all...kind of racist to humans!) that makes this society of weird green creatures stick out in my mind.

Maybe I'm just Mascot-Horror-Pilled but dammit if I don't have opinions

[jeremys-blogs]

As much as I love Murder Drones, there are one or two things that I feel need to be criticised about the show. And for me personally, the biggest issue was that the writing, as tight as it is, has the consequence of losing out on moments that would really benefit both the story and the characters. The story moves at a real pace a lot of the time, with very few opportunities for the characters to just breathe and take a break from everything that's going on. Now, on the one hand, this is good, as I personally dislike shows that just go on an on, so all the respect in the world to MD for wanting to trim anything unnecessary. But again, sometimes you can take a breather here and there.

Luckily, we have a solution to that in the form of the fan-episode, Intermission. If you haven't seen this one yet, I highly recommend it, as it not only provides a nice period for the main trio to not have to deal with the constant threats of Cyn and the Solver storyline, but also serves as a nice bridge between episodes 4 and 5. V especially benefits a lot from this, as her moments with Uzi really help her transition from being antagonistic towards our favourite angsty girl to the self-sacrifice she gave in 5. Without that, her aforementioned change seemed incredibly abrupt, as heartfelt as it was.

Look, I'm not saying Intermission is somehow better than what Liam Vickers was giving us. But, it did provide something the main show itself was lacking, and for V in particular, those moments were something she was in real need of, so kudos to the fans for creating this remarkable in-between episode 😊

[curio-queries]

Haiii.

Found your blog recently and I love reading your production notes :)

I'm going to probably explain this really badly 😝 but here goes.

I was wondering about your thoughts on how they used sound clips that were not from the footage the viewer is seeing in ep. 3? I'm not sure what you would call this type of editing but a moment I found peculiar was when they were trying on the North Face clothes.

We see the 3 of them going through the items/trying different things on, then we see JK trying a jacket, then Jimin with a jacket on turning around.

The audio doesn't match. You hear JK talk about the clothes. Then Jimin asking how he looks to JK. (not to mention how the messed up subtitle saga continues 🙄)

The second time I noticed the same type of editing happen was at the end of the episode at the go-kart place. After JK did his circling of his go-kart in front of Jimin & Taehyung, we see Jimin do that frog thing lol then we have a wide shot including both scenery and them in the corner chatting, then a drone shot, and the audio is of Jimin & JK talking about the day's activities with added music as well.

This second case felt right to me. It gave a bit of reflection and wrapped up the episode. 

But in the first case, I’m a bit confused. What was the creative choice there?

Not having appropriate footage of them (i.e. 1 person was not decent/not covered up) when they were having that conversation trying on the clothes? Then why use the audio at all? There wasn’t consistency in the use of this type of editing choice so it stuck out to me.

Anyways, just looking for some insight from someone with knowledge such as you.

Thank you 🥰

Hello there! I'm so thrilled you sent this in! I love chatting about this stuff and you helped me notice something with this scene as well.

To your point, yes, there are usually a few reasons why editors will play audio from one scene as a voiceover for another.

It's an extremely useful tool for transitions, helping to build a bridge between two scenes.

In traditional TV and movies it's also most frequently used as a bandaid to cover when they want to change the lines an actor says after they've already been filmed.

It also can be purely stylistic. They did this in this episode at the end of the bit where vmin talk to jk on his bike for their mafia/hitman role play. The final dialogue as a voiceover helped continue the fun and fantastical moment.

For the moment you mentioned when they're changing clothes, I suspect it's edited this way purely as a utility for one reason: The guys aren't wearing their mics so there was no audio that matched up with the moment they decided to show. I'd easily wager there was a brand deal with the North Face to have the members wear some of these clothes as product placement. In that case, brands usually will have requirements about how much screentime specifically highlights their product and my even require approval of the final segment. The guys are obviously used to this so they made sure to record some good dialogue when they did have their mics on but the footage we got is more dynamic than them just complimenting straightforward to a camera. That would be my guess as to why this specific moment was edited like this.

Fun fact though: Tae never put his mic back on after getting out of the pool until after they put these clothes on. And JK only donned his while JM was taking that pic that was only the top of Tae's head. I'd wager they flipped the chronology of when Tae took his scooter ride cuz he and JK both have mics on when he gets back and I highly doubt Tae wouldn't have walked right by him if Jimin was still asleep on the ground when he got back.

Anyway, thanks again for the ask. I may be incorrect about why anything was done this specific way in these episodes but it's fun to chat about the possibilities.

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[nannyan]

DSAF 2 Ramble No. 2!!!

And it is once again about Phone guy's speech because aaaavabhj

This time I wanted to ramble a bit about how sound and music are used in this scene to help build it even more! Obviously the tracks aren't game original but I think they're used really well!

(I might be reaching with some stuff but ahh who cares I just really love this scene so I want to talk about every aspect of it loll)

As the sound of screaming guests and Jimbo's unfortunate circumstances subside you are left in total quietness, as Phone Guy tells you to come with him. But when the scene transitions the Freddy's music doesn't start back up, as it usually would. It's just you and Phone Guy in total silence. And even as he starts speaking to Jack, there is still no sound. Gone are his perpetual "uh" and "um"s. It remains that way for the first lines of his monolog. And this sudden absence of any sound catches your attention and sort of sends the subconscious message of" Hey this is something important, pay attention.".

Only as Phone Guy says that you're a predator, does the music come back on. But it's not any of the usual you'd hear. It's a track you probably haven't heard before in the game and the only way I can describe it is: It creates tension. And this tension keeps building and building, with Phone Guy talking about the Christmas presents that will never be opened because of you. Jack, as he's been kind of doing this whole time during this scene, tries to defend himself, trying to lighten up the situation with his little quips.

But in response the music abruptly stops. There's sort of a release of tension but it also feels like the whole game, not just your boss, is telling you to cut the shit. Look at what you've actually done.

As Phone Guy starts telling you about those 10 parents, of those 5 kids you and Dave murdered, how he's had to lie to them, that he doesn't know what's happened to their children. How he's had to attend their funerals, an ominous piece starts playing in the back, emphasizing more just how serious this situation is. You are a murderer and there are people who now have to suffer because of you.

Finally, as you move towards the end of the conversation, a piano + this droning sound are added into the mix. And this is just the cherry on top.

To me this track creates this feeling of a horrifying realization - the type of situation where something feels wrong, and after mauling over it, your brain finally, slowly, starts realizing exactly what is causing that feeling.

That's what Phone Guy is kind of going through. He asks you if you feel any remorse for what you've done. Even the tiniest bit. He already has an answer in his head but despite everything he wants to hope that maybe, just maybe, there is something good in you.

And the track here isn't so much used for a horrifying realization but more so a horrifying confirmation of his suspicions, because no matter what Jack says, you both know the truth. And from here on out it highlights Phone Guy's growing distain and disgust towards you.

You are a monster.

[daydreaming-robot]

My thoughts for the Murder Drones Series Finale

MASSIVE SPOILER ALERT

I'm gonna start this here with being honest about the runtime. It's short, that's all. I was thinking that it would be almost 40 or 30 minutes because it's a series finale. But having it about 20 minutes isn't something new(from my experience)

The reunion with Uzi and Nori was short, but needed, with Uzi having a chat with her mom in the silent scenery of space. And the way to beat the Solver is to permanently separate the solver from it's host by taking out the core and destroying it. Only for N to accidentally hit her with the landing pod.

Nuzi is canon. I'll be honest, I'm not much of a Nuzi shipper, that's all. But seeing the two admit their love to each other and hug each other while descending into the planet while on fire is honestly beautiful. Also I love their logic; save the world first, do all the corny awkward robotic dating later

V IS BAAAAAAAAAACK MOTHERFUCKERS. Throughout the series, I started off disliking V. But as the series progressed I started to appreciate her character development. And I felt heartbroken upon seeing her supposed death on episode 6. So upon seeing V throw hands with J, I SCREAMED my lungs off seeing her again. And I like that she has a pet sentinel now

J admits that she was also tricked by the Solver was surprising, but still worked with it. Why tho. Her loyalty eventually became her downfall after losing to her former teammates

Uzi has her own singularity bomb(that's what I call the [NULL] thing)

If there's one thing I love the series for, it's the horror. I'll explain in a separate post lol

THE FIGHT SCENE OMG THE TEAM AT GLITCH IS COOKING IN THE KITCHEN. The nightcore music as Uzi and Cyn fought is something I laughed at cuz it reminded me of my childhood watching Creepypasta AMVs with nightcore music in the bg. It's not something bad but it gave me a nostalgic punch in face

"Nobody traumatizes these weirdly hot robots but me!" bi Uzi bi Uzi bi Uzi bi Uzi

The defeat of the host Cyn imo is very satisfying. Uzi destroying the outer shell of the core to reveal the singularity is a clean transition. But then a monochromatic singularity formed between the two as Cyn tries to get it back in her body in order to survive. And Uzi's quick thinking was to... eat it. It worked for a bit because Cyn LITERALLY MELTED IN FRONT OF UZI. But it caused her to pass out as her body cannot handle two cores in one body for a brief moment

Uzi now has a yellow and purple ombre eye color after she has fused with the Absolute Solver

I like how Khan had a feeling that's still Nori after she scrambled off, which make sense considered she was pronounced dead up until episode 7

Her saying that she's now a "Damaged OC" is hilarious and personally call out to all artists and writers because we gave our oc traumatic events character development that they're traumatized in the end lmao

I love how the teacher, throughout the entire series gave zero fucks about what's going on around him

I love in the ending scene is a parallel to the pilot episode with her giving off a presentation to her class. The difference being that N and V are now attending the class and her parents being at the door supporting her

I love how N is improving on his artwork, with V being supportive

Uzi flexing her newfound power to scare the shit outta her class mates is a classic parallel to her showing off her railgun in the pilot, never get old Uzi, never get old

The post credit scene, with Uzi glitching out and the Solver talking to her gives off the feeling that Uzi isn't safe yet. Especially with the look on Uzi's face throughout the scene, she looks exhausted, and she looks like she isn't all there at the same time

Anyway that's my thoughts on the Series Finale of Murder Drones. It was a rollercoaster all throughout

[mrporg]

I was re(re-re-re...)-reading Artificial Condition, in particular the section after Tapan gets shot in Tlacey's shuttle.

Credit: The Murderbot Diaries Animatic by @souldagger

The way ART steps in to clean up the mess really reminds me of a DM (Dungeon Master) who has to take over with a NPC (Non-Player Character) to fix a disastrous situation caused by the players. Yes, I am speaking from experience here ^^'

In this scene, Murderbot really f*cked up by miscalculating and endangering Tapan. As a result, she's dying and ART is the only one in any position to help unf*ck the situation. We get a glimpse of how overpowered ART really is, as it fools the station's Port Authority, pretends to be Seth, forges the identity of Tlacey's crew, remote operates the shuttle, wipes its bot pilot's memory and forges all sort of records. All the while preparing its medical facilities and safely retrieving Murderbot and Tapan.

By the time we were on approach to the transit ring, ART had cleared us with the ring’s Port Authority. Shuttles weren’t supposed to be able to dock with transports without advance notice, but ART took care of approach permission, and forged its captain’s feed signature to pay the fine for not giving prior notice of the scheduled trip. They didn’t suspect anything; nobody knew transports could have bots sophisticated enough to fake being human in the feed. I sure hadn’t known it. [...] ART had sent drones to scrub and sterilize away my fluids and Tapan’s blood from the shuttle’s interior. ART had already wiped the bot pilot’s memory and deleted any security data. It was also chatting casually with transit ring launch authority with a forged feed signature from one of the dead humans. (Artificial Condition, Martha Wells)

If this were a tabletop RPG session, Tapan would only get to live because she's important to the plot and the DM needs her for the rest of the story (plot armor). Except, this is a book, not a game session and Tapan is only important to Murderbot who is beating itself up for f*cking up so badly and getting her (nearly) killed.

"I had put my need to get to RaviHyral above the safety of my clients. I was just as shit at being a security consultant as any human." (Artificial Condition, Martha Wells)

And that's what I find beautiful about this scene. ART is not stepping in because the plot needs Tapan or because it personally cares about her, but because it cares about Murderbot and therefore cares about the things and people that Murderbot cares about.

Martha Wells could have gone the usual way of fridging a character for the sake of providing the protagonist with some trauma to deal with and make them interesting. Instead, she cleverly twisted the trope in such a way that it provides excellent characterization for ART and more insight into ART and Murderbot's relationship. Or should I say "mutual administrative assistance"? ���

By the way, this is as desperate and helpless Murderbot gets in the novels:

I turned away from it and leaned over Tapan. I said, stupidly, “It’s me.” Her eyes were shut and she was breathing through gritted teeth. I clamped my hand over the wound to stop the bleeding and said, ART, help. (Artificial Condition, Martha Wells)

My poor heart </3

[noellevanious]

more sad venting below

i don't really know what to do with myself at this point. lots of stuff in my life is going wrong (and i deserve most of it).

i wish i could say these breakdowns i've been having are just a weird emotional overloads that are gonna go away soon, but i feel like my mental state has gotten worse in every way, some worse than it was before 2022 when i transitioned.

i've got a lot of friends, and i appreciate the followers that do reach out to me to try and cheer me up, but i dunno. i spend pretty much every day at this point just sitting in my chair at my desk feeling sad, not wanting to do anything. i did that before, but at least i had the urge to play videogames, or try and do something. at this point i just pray somebody messages me and refresh tumblr, wondering when i'll break down again and trying to fight it back.

i want friends to reach out to me and offer to hang out or be a shoulder to cry on, but the people that do aren't the ones that i "want" to reach out to me (which is unfair to them), and the ones i do want to reach out don't and haven't for years, if they ever did in the first place.

i'm a social butterfly, but i'm also an awkward lonely transfem that isn't even out publicly, in a city where i have basically no friends. i want to visit friends more, but i don't have the money and my job can't really let me do that, so i'm just spinning my wheels. i get jealous when i see or hear friends talk about their social experiences, but i don't do anything to solve the issue, and just stew in my own pathetic self-loathing.

i've been a shitty girlfriend, i've gone back to completely despising my body and self image even though i'm going to the gym almost every day, aside from my job i don't even really know what the future holds for me. i have almost no money even though i work full time, we might get evicted from the house we live in, i live with family members that essentially suck me dry like leeches in every sense, and i can't even really get "sad" or "Angry" normally.

i promise i'm not spiraling again, it's not fair that i do it so much, but all the worst parts of me are coming out and i don't have anything redeemable right now, the only thing i know to do is post about it and hope somebody hears the cry for help.

if you unfollow me for all this sad posting i don't blame you. i can only do so many cries for help without it just turning into a droning whine nobody wants to hear from a perpetually sad loser.

[arsnof]

Robert Evans as the Riddler.

It is 2019 and riots are breaking out all over Gotham. What started as peaceful protests over police violence, accountability, and the death of Joe Chill quickly escalate when the GCPD GCPDed. People are angry that the police managed to solve the Wayne family murder in under a week while thousands of existing cases are ignored.

Moreover, just as quick as elderly black man Joe Chill was implicated in the murder, he was also shot dead by police. The cops said they exchanged gunfire with Chill and he was struck while running away. The autopsy showed that he was beaten before being shot point blank in the back of the head. The cops were never even put on leave. Gotham exploded.

Enter journalist Ed Nigma. Nigma, a brash, 30 something thinkpiece writer has covered conflicts across the globe and even he has never seen violence on this level. He jumps into the streets, covering the inner-city war zone.

Police tanks parade down the street. Rows of armored police shoot tear gas and beanbags into teenagers with gas masks and cardboard signs.

Ed is interviewing first aid teams carrying milk jugs when he is caught in a kettle. Despite wearing a vest and helmet loudly declaring him as PRESS, he is beaten into a coma.

Six months later, the riots have been suppressed. A handful of cops have been suspended as a concession to the people. Tanks still roll in the streets. Ed disappears from his hospital bed.

Another year and the security theater has only grown. The police coffers swell and they are spending as quick as they receive. New transfer Jim Gordon doesn't get it. Drones and acoustic deterrents and crowd suppressants andAI facial recognition.. Jim's too old for that.

A beat cop from Chicago, Gordon keeps it clean. Descendant of militant abolitionists, Jim will do what's right, no matter the cost. His sense of justice led him to police work. His sense of morals led him into the path of his superiors, who punished him by sending him to the dirtiest precinct in the country.

His first assignment is reports of a strange podcast (what is that even? You have to what? What's an app?) that seems to be threatening local industrialist Derek Powers. Jim listens through the three available episodes. They cover Powers; his early life in South Africa and Venezuela. Inheriting his fortune. Claims of slavery and rape and murder. Each episode ends with a promise to kill Derek.

The episodes are listed as a four parter, with the last one streaming tonight. Jim tunes in with the help of his daughter, Barbara (that girl is smart!). Jim makes her leave as the host has a rather filthy mouth and is quite raunchy.

It starts normally enough. A list of social connections that reads like a terrorist watch list. Flights to isolated islands. Associations with the police. This last part catches Jim off guard, as it details Powers' involvement in the Joe Chill protests. The host alleges that Powers paid off commissioner Loeb to get extra protection around his building and giving them permission to get extra hands on if necessary.

"And that's it for ol' international pervert and expert trout seducer Derek Powers. Hey, Sophie, you know what- what really.. really.. uh, explodes? My office building? Aw, fuck, I fucked up that transition. Anywho, join us next week on the podcast whose name is literally just a question mark when we start a three parter on Ace Chemicals and the incredible world of crowd control!"

Gordon sits in silence for a minute. If what this.. 'Riddler' says is true.. Powers is a monster. A sick Bastard. A.. a.. His phone rings. It's Bullock. Jim thinks Harvey Bullock is only putting on the airs of a dirty cop. Somewhere under that trench coat and cigar is a decent guy trying to do good in a place that actively tries to beat you down. Bullock says to turn on the news. Powers Plaza has been bombed. Derek and six shareholders are dead.

His eyes move from the burning tower on the TV to the podcast app on his computer. The question mark logo purple on green. What the hell is going on in Gotham City?

[dr-futbol-blog]

The Siege II, Pt. 4

We don't get to see Sheppard and McKay's actual reunion, we don't get to see them alone together, but we can assume that McKay learned the news about the new generator from Sheppard just based on how excited Sheppard had just been to learn about it. If they had a moment to themselves, it must have been brief but at the very least McKay has had the time to change out of his red jumpsuit between the scenes. There's a montage as the city prepares for the attack of the wraith with the new arrivals from Earth and all the new gear they brought with them.

The montage transitions from a pretty big, phallic rail gun to Sheppard teaching the marine pilots how to operate the jumpers, and from the big gun being loaded up we transition to McKay working on powering up the chair.

Out of the main cast, the montage shows only the two of them working. It is the two of them that we are following, the two of them whose actions run in parallel. Certainly everyone in the city is busy preparing for the wraith but narratively, the story of the episode is focused on the two of them. In fact, the show lets us in how how important they are to each other as we shift from montage-time to real time and join McKay with Zelenka and Beckett on the chair platform. As excited as McKay first seemed hooking up the generator, he is now growing frustrated:

McKay: He's not even trying! Beckett: We've tried this a dozen times. Zelenka: Never with this power source. Beckett: I'm serious, Major Sheppard's your man. McKay: Of course he is, but he's training pilots and deploying space mines right now, so we're stuck with you.

The line is a wink-wink-nudge-nudge, obviously not intended to be taken literally. Beckett is complaining and wishing he didn't have to be there, trying to pawn the task off to Sheppard. But two things are worth highlighting. First, the way McKay says "Of course he is" with this tone that says obviously, like there is not a shadow of a doubt in his mind that he too would rather be doing this with Sheppard, and that Sheppard is the best man for the job ten times out of ten. Beckett may be his best friend and he may have the authentic ATA gene but McKay knows better than anyone else that Sheppard's touch is borderline magic. John Sheppard is his man.

Second, he knows where Sheppard is right then. Deploying space mines is a tactical position that Colonel Everett had not intended to share with the entire expedition, least of all the civilian members of it. But McKay knows where Sheppard is because a) he keeps track of that and b) Sheppard had to have told him where he was going. It also tells us that Sheppard, where he is and what he is doing is on McKay's mind even when he is occupied by doing other important things.

We never got to see McKay try to test the chair with Sheppard, which we know that did happen during The Gift (S01E18), but presumably it was similar to what he does with Beckett here. He is standing rather close to the chair as he is taking his readings.

While Sheppard likely was not as whingy as Beckett, McKay's instructions may have been pretty much the same:

McKay: Now, listen to me very carefully, do exactly what I tell you to do and hopefully no-one will get hurt. Beckett: Rodney, there must be someone else. McKay: Concentrate on powering up the chair. Nothing else, nothing more, nothing but. Don't start thinking about-- Beckett: Don't tell me what not to start thinking about, or I'll start thinking about it! McKay: Please power it up.

And once more he says 'please,' the man who never says please. In fact, we have heard McKay say both please and thank you many more times than we hear Sheppard say either which suggests that there may have been some projection going on on his part in McKay and Mrs Miller (S03E08).

As he is taking readings McKay discovers that the chair platform is almost out of drones, causing him to immediately take off to find Weir. He finds her on the control platform and brushes by the Colonel on his way to her.

McKay: Elizabeth--excuse me--I've hooked up the generator, and the chair platform is operational. Everett: That's good news! McKay: Not so much. Weir: Why, what's wrong? McKay: We're down to just a few dozen drones. Everett: And you're just finding this out now? McKay: Look, there was no way of determining that until the chair was initialized and that was only possible once the Mark Two was tied in.

First of all, McKay uses the phrase "not so much," which Sheppard has said to McKay previously in Underground (S01E08) and The Defiant One (S01E12), which makes it "sort of like a Sheppard thing". Only, Sheppard himself may have picked it up from Gen. O'Neill who said the same to Sheppard in Rising (S01E01), and whom Sheppard certainly admires and wishes to emulate. Picking up mannerisms from someone you admire is perfectly usual.

He also does say 'excuse me' as he passes the Colonel, further evidence of the fact that he does have manners even if he is occasionally abrasive.

But more significant is the fact that McKay is irascible towards the Colonel in spite of having been very welcoming upon their initial meeting. He has no particular reason to brush right past the Colonel and make a performance out of delivering the information to Weir in particular as a sign of deferring to her authority over his unless someone had filled him in on what had been discussed in their closed doors meeting. The fact that McKay makes a show out of deferring to Weir's leadership right in front of him suggests that he did hear much more than just about them bringing the generator from the meeting.

As they are discussing the drone problem, an alarm alerts them to another problem. Sheppard conveniently joins them at the same time, apparently having just come down from the jumper bay having finished setting up the space mines.

Sheppard: What's going on? Weir: We just detected a wave of objects approaching the planet. Everett: How many? Chuck: Hundred plus. Sheppard: How come they weren't detected by the long range sensors? McKay: Because they're rocks, asteroids! The wraith must have harvested them from the system's asteroid belt and accelerated them towards us from a safe distance. The mainframe has taken this long to determine that they were a threat.

While Weir is the one who responds to Sheppard's initial question, he asked it from McKay. The moment he runs in, his attention is on McKay but because he's too busy figuring out what is happening, Weir answers. Sheppard's second question is likewise directed at McKay, and now that he has had a chance to formulate an idea of what's going on, he responds to Sheppard, even taking his eyes of the screen in front of him at the end of his answer to meet his gaze. These two communicate as much by exchanging glances as they do exchanging words, and it is the look McKay gives him that informs Sheppard of the amount of trouble they are in more than the words. Weir, however, has to use her words to get the same information:

Weir: Can they do much damage? McKay: Oh yeah. Admittedly most of them will burn off in the atmosphere but... that's not why they're doing it. Everett: They're headed toward the mines. Sheppard: Well, can't they be deactivated? Everett: No!

Sheppard directs one of his questions to Everett, and the tone of the question is very different from what he uses with McKay, bordering on disrespectful. They watch the wraith take out their space mines on the screen, and it is quickly all over, McKay sighing in defeat as he deflates:

McKay: Well... that's that. Your mines make one hell of a bang, Colonel. I'm sure the wraiths' ears are ringing.

The moment McKay leans back on his chair and folds his arms trying to get some distance to his laptop and what he just witnessed, Sheppard has leaned forward and even placed his hand on the table to get closer to McKay. He even shifts his weight to have his centre of gravity nearer McKay. There's a table between them and his body is not okay with that, it's like something inside him just wants to climb right over it to make up for the distance McKay just put between them.

Sheppard had asked one question from the Colonel but now his attention is on McKay again, his question once more directly to him. However you interpret their relationship, there is no one Sheppard trusts more when it comes to information than McKay.

Sheppard: What's the status of the hive ships? McKay: There's no way of knowing. The mine detonation must have overloaded the sensors. Everett: How long until they're back up? Chuck: There's a lot of residual radiation. McKay: It'll keep us blind for hours. Sheppard: Yeah, well, they're still out there. And we just lost our primary line of defense.

While he exchanges a glance with McKay, very obviously communicating something with the raising of his brow, the scene ends with h Sheppard looking at the Colonel. He gets no satisfaction from having been right about leaving a few of the warheads in reserve, not when McKay's facial expressions and cadence of his voice and the movement of his body had just informed him of just how screwed they were, he needed no words to confirm that. He says the part "Well, they're still out there" to McKay and follows up with "We just lost our primary line of defense" to Weir and the Colonel because unlike everybody else, he does not want to pile everything on McKay's shoulders for him to resolve. He is trying to communicate that thinking up new lines of defense is something for him, Weir and the Colonel to do, where what he communicated to McKay was simply "I wish you (and I) were safe".

Relevant for the end of the episode is also the sequence in which the reaction shots are stacked here; when Sheppard speaks, Weir looks at him, the Colonel does not turn to look at him but we see that he definitely heard what Sheppard said, and we finish with McKay looking up at him. It is McKay's reaction to what Sheppard said that is the most important, it is the sum and culmination of the reactions. Where Sheppard is the central character, the protagonist, McKay is clearly the deuteragonist, the second most important character, the secondary main character. Now, within a story, the deuteragonist can have many different roles: side-kick, foil, mentor, love-interest. And the thing is... McKay is all of them.

This episode, the final episode of the season, the finale, the culmination of the story-arc later expanded to stretch the seasons, makes it clear that the story is about the two of them, these two characters, how they respond to one another, what they are to each other. Sheppard acts and McKay reacts.

We watch Sheppard and we empathize with McKay, we feel what he feels with regards to what Sheppard does, what choices he makes. They are the heart and soul of the series. And it's pretty interesting that is McKay that in many ways seems to have been made into the emotional core of the story. And if we saw Sheppard's breaking point in the previous episode, all of this is building McKay towards his breaking point.

Continued in Pt. 5

[secret-slides-down-the-mountain]

Trans characters in smut: a self-examination

There's been some discourse about trans characters and sexuality (e.g., trans men are an excuse to write M/M vaginal sex). I almost exclusively write smut one-shots, and I've written a lot of smut with trans characters; this discourse gave me the idea to examine how I write them. Now, this isn't me beating myself up over "bad representation" because that's bullshit; never in a million years will I stop writing trans smut my way. This is just out of curiosity to see what's in my noggin.

I've written 16 smut fics tagged "Trans" (out of ~50). Why so many? I'm transgender; I'm pansexual; I think trans people are hot - in general, that's that. Here are some details from the more interesting ones:

Exhibit A - Cis Male Reader/Trans Male Chr.: The latter character is a short, boyish man who is often headcanoned as transmasc; I'd been drooling over the thought of his pussy for a while, so I decided to write a reader/him fic. I made him a gentle dom, and one of the commenters called him "so mommy", so take that as you will.

Exhibit B - Cis Male Chr./Trans Male Chr.: I wanted to write a brother/brother incest fic. One thing I really like about incest is that family is an unbreakable bond; I decided to make it even more unbreakable by having them deliberately try for a baby. The brothers are equally masculine and cute; I hadn't even thought of making the trans man feminine (I wouldn't want to anyway), probably because that would have diminished his brotherness.

Exhibit C - Trans Male Chr./Trans Female Chr.: The female character is cute, feminine, has a big queer fanbase, and her being trans is a decently popular headcanon; I wanted some smut of her where she is trans, so I made some. I also made the male character trans because T4T is yummy (and also probably because he's a short, boyish man).

Exhibit D - Cis Male Chr./Trans Male Chr.: I'd been completely brainrotted by male breasts, as well as the Male Swimsuit Challenge that was going on at the time, so I decided to make a fic where a trans man teases and arouses someone by being shirtless and bare-chested. One thing I wrote in my notes to try and explain it to myself was: "What's wrong? Isn't it normal for men to be shirtless? uwu"; no front hole stuff, because that would have distracted from the boobs. I did get one comment from someone who said they loved the fic "as a pre T trans boy," so that's pretty cool.

Exhibit E - AMAB Human Turned Into a Robot/Robot/Robot: I assume you've all heard of forcefem and forcemasc. I was intrigued by the idea of transitioning effortlessly without being able to chicken out, but there were two things I didn't like about them: one, I'm non-binary and need enbies, and two, the forcee usually ends up as a mindless drone or slave. So I made a fic where a human is forcibly roboticized, gets a lot of euphoria, and lives happily ever after. god i wish it was me

Exhibit F - Trans Female Chr./Cis Male Chr.: This fic is about a yumejoshi/simp meeting her blorbo and fucking him in person. I made the simp a trans woman because, idk, I thought it would fit better? There's a sad lack of Trans Female Reader/Male Character smut fics out there.

Exhibit G - Cis Female Chr./Trans Female Chr.: This is my only rapefic; a trans supervillainess overpowers and rapes a cis scientist. I'd rather not say where I got the idea, but what I will say is that I tried to make the rapist as "unmonstrous" as possible. She has soft skin, small breasts, and a beautiful face; instead of overpowering the researcher with brute strength, she restrains her with psychic powers and rewrites her mind; I even described her penis as having fine veins and a smooth foreskin, rather than rough and veiny (though I did still call it big and thick).

So, what do you think? Do you have any thoughts on trans smut? Am I cooking? Is the food burning? Is it a bad idea to stir a pot with a girldick? Respectful discussion and discourse, and a little bit of criticism, is welcome.

[blimbo-buddy]

another bug world no mercy question, perhaps a little silly one. how do the different bugs view gender? is there trans / nonbinary bugs....like are certain societies more accepting of them than others? i noticed some of the terms you used in the naming post were gendered things (king/queen, mother, sir/madame) so im wondering how those would go if somebug transed their gender

So it somewhat depends on the bug kingdom itself and their culture. Something that also alters the views of gender in the bug kingdoms is the species itself as well

Gastropods and Annelids (Worms) have looser views on gender because in real life, snails, slugs, and worms are all intersex

So in the canon of Bug World No Mercy, all of the characters who fall under either gastropod or annelid are canonically intersex

Slug/Worm society uses their gendered terms very loosely and it's not uncommon to see a slug/worm refer to themselves with he/him, she/her, they/them, or even another set of pronouns

With the Slugs specifically, though they have the title of King/Queen, it doesn't automatically mean that the Slug ruler is a male or female slug based on their title.

Both the Slugs and Worms typically have a "Leaning" term for their citizen's identities

Let me give an example: While Queen Mulch's sister, Ditch, takes up she/her pronouns, Ditch leans more towards masculinity

Generally, Slug and Worm society don't have real "Ideal male/female slugs/snails" ideals going on

However, not all worms have these loose views on gender. Enter: The Hammerhead Slugs. This part might have themes of transphobia with their society, be warned:

While Hammerhead Slugs are both male and female in real life as well, the Hammerheads that came to America began to craft together a strict guide pertaining to them

They must adhere to these guidelines set in place by law

I don't have a solid list of their strict guides yet, that'll definitely be covered in their kingdom guide though (Whenever that comes out)

While a Hammerhead Slug can very much transition to the opposite gender, they are almost immediately expected to begin their process of adhering to the strict rules put onto that gender they're transitioning to. If they try fighting back against those guides? Shame, sneering, shunning. Maybe even prison time, because by law, they are to obey these guidelines

Ants/Bees/Wasps:

Drones (Which in the story, is just a term for males of the species) who decide to become workers doesn't always mean that they transition from MTF. But it's also not uncommon for that to be the case

Drones who transition from MTF have their pheromones change

The smell of the bugs depends on who we're talking about.

Ants:

Female Ants: Damp soil and freshly cut grass

Drone(Male) Ants: Soot

Bees:

Female Bees: Pollen, generally floral

Drone(Male) Bees: Sour fruit

Wasps:

Female Wasps: Tree sap

Drone(Male) Wasps: Wet stone

Once again though, not every Drone who becomes a worker will be MTF, nor will their pheromones change. That is only if the Drone chooses to transition.

These three kingdoms are pretty relaxed when it comes to the topic of transitioning, although not as loose with gender as the Slug/Worm kingdoms are

In all three kingdoms, an ant/bee/wasp can very much be nonbinary as well as FTM

Nonbinary and FTM ants/bees/wasps are typically with the Head/Lead ants

FTM Head or Lead ants/bees/wasps go through the same pheromone change process as their MTF bugs, although they stay as their previous rank

The reason I specifically named these bug kingdoms above is just because they're the ones I have a solid idea of. They're bound to change in some form later down the line.

Also before anyone can say this: I would rather everyone not say something like "Well the Hammerhead Slugs may be evil but at least they're a little cool with transitioning" just because there's so much other horrible shit to them and how they are in the story (Plus their motives)

[dav3striderkinnie]

credits to @bottlehawk for idea

Beta kids play terraria

John

would probably go for a mix of ranged and melee, but leaning more on melee,

explores up to the crimson/corruption cause he wants to go explore it with everyone, but after they explore it he continues on exploring till the ocean,

usually "uhm.. actually"-ies while playing whenever someone gets something wrong about the game,

first one to traveling merchant and says what he has to others,

started building a typical hotel (like the one stampy made) but had to tear it down later in the game cause of a mix of npc happiness and jade telling him that she wants to make a house for the npc's cause the one john made was "ugly",

whenever everybody else is busy and can't play, john usually is the one to explore the world further and gets new items for everyone,

usually only crafts for himself but had to craft something for dave once cause he got sick and he needed something asap,

usually the one with the highest defense near endgame, but not the highest attack dmg.

Dave

the most clueless when starting out but gets used to the controls,

strictly melee, started out using swords but in the middle of the game he realized that there were yoyo's in the game so he started using yoyo's aswell as swords,but mostly yoyo's,

has a secret area/room where he made dicks with virtually every block in the game,

unintentionally beatboxes while fighting bosses,

accidentally summoned a lot of bosses during the playthrough,

when the cyborg moved in and he began selling the drones, he spent the following 2-3 days making a huge ass drone racing area, only stopping when the group needed to go defeat a boss, where he and the rest of the kids would race against him, he has won almost every single time but still can't seem to consistently win against rose,

everytime the traveling merchant has nothing of value he would send them to a "drowning chamber" cause he fought it would be funny, at the end of the playthrough he had roughly 25 peddlers hats.

Rose

started off summoner class, but slowly transitioned to ranged class

25-ish minutes before each session she would read the wiki for any items she was interested in,

when someone is, in her eyes, behind progression she would ominously send the ingredients to them but not tell them what it makes,

she was the fastest to get all the achievements,

rose would go into the night doing the anglers quests, and in general fishing,

aswell as being the first to get all the achievements, she was also the first one to get the terraspark boots, cell phone, zenith (she made the zenith for john as a gift) and the ankh shield,

in her free time, she also plays calamity with kanaya and has made multiple attempts at making a terraria mod, but never went through with it.

Jade

she started off as almost every class, she stuck with mage

isn't really the one to explore, but to build incredible and beautiful builds

she takes serious pride in making houses for npc's eith help from john to tell her where to make houses

she also experiments with dye's and accessorizing her avatar with vanities

John made such an unorganized mess with where he put stuff and not labeling the chests that she spent around an hour grabbing everything in every chest and organized it perfectly, john was mad for like a second but quickly apologized when he saw how effective everything was

when she realized that you could buy pets from the zoologist (especially dogs) she waster her entire supply of coins to buy each npc a pet except the angler cause she thinks he is mean

Rose gifted her a bunny mount (the one you get after doing 5 angler quests) she was ecstatic