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[paluimbel]

Plural Term Coining Post

Mistra (Abbrev. Ma.) Plural, gender neutral variation of Mr. or Ms., used to address a system as a whole or when more than one person (or an unknown number of people) is fronting.

Related Terms: Mistrum (coined by someone on tiktok idk who but we saw a repost of the vid on tumblr), Gender neutral variant of Mr. or Ms., derived from the Latin suffix "-trum," the neuter equivalent of "-tor" or "-trix," the roots used to form "Mister" and "Miss" respectively.

Derived from: The plural form of the Latin suffix "-trum," "-tra."

Pronunciation: MIST-ruh, /ˈmɪstɹə/

Examples:

"You can call us Mistra Paluimbel."

"Ma. Cat System, can I ask who's fronting right now?"

"Excuse me, Mistra, what was your system name again?"

"Ma. Jones, it has come to my attention that your child has been skipping class."

[paluimbel]

Personally, plurality being talked about in fandom spaces is super important to us because it played a pretty major role in us figuring out we were a system. Fanfiction, in particular, was super important because it was our first introduction to the idea that systems don't necessarily always know who's in front, as well as showing us what that could feel like from a system's perspective.

Fanfiction can be super important because it's one of the few media where systems can write plural characters from their own experience openly, providing a view into what that actually looks and feels like. More popular media could theoretically have the same role, but given current societal views on plurality, most plural rep, even good plural rep, seems aimed towards singlets, and like, trying to explain things in terms they understand. It has its place in terms of destigmatization, but it doesn’t really feel the same as stuff written by systems for systems.

This is a huge reason why we write plural centric fanfic and headcanons, aside from just self expression. It's our way of paying that positive impact foreward.

as a DID system, personally I love seeing people talk about pearl being plural :p. people who get that angry just don't like seeing plural people exist in a normal matter. (but thats just a theory, a plural (game) theory/j)

Since you mention it, acting personally offended when someone headcanons or theorizes about a character being plural does come off as internalized pluralphobia.

Or maybe they're just an anti-endo looking at my blog for reasons to be offended... 🤷‍♀️

I suspect frame of reference plays a part too.

Like, if you've been plural your whole life and hear singlets talking about parts of themselves, you might just come to the erroneous conclusion that everybody just has full people in their head like Pearl does.

Of course, I think this is why it's actually super important for us to normalize plural head-canoning within fandom spaces.

Aside from just being a fun conversation to have, there's always a chance someone sees your headcanon about a plural character and thinks "oh, that's what that is?"

[moxiebustion]

Star Wars Age Swap/Master-Apprentice Swap but Anakin is still a complete dumpster fire of a Master so young Obi-Wan basically treats him as a How-Not-To-Do-It section of the How-To-Jedi manual and ends up honing his diplomacy skills convincing Anakin to let him manage all the "boring bits" like paperwork, research and logistics in order to keep clones from being thrown into the meat grinder of Anakin's more insane plans. He gets so good at this that he inadvertently ends up making Anakin a figurehead within his own command.

Anakin: *Proposes some wildly bad strategy with zero stealth, high potential body count and low rewards*

Obi-Wan, blank faced: Very good, Master. We shall probably need an ace pilot to reconnoiter the battlefield beforehand just to make sure intelligence is up to date.

Anakin: One of the clone pilots can-

Obi-Wan, a very perceptive fourteen-year-old: I heard that Senator Amidala in attending a peace conference in the next quadrant over, maybe you could also brief her on the... war... progress, while I handle the paperwork again.

Anakin: Good thinking Padawan, one day you'll be as good a knight as I am! *leaves a contra-trail out the door*

Obi-Wan:

Clone Bridge Crew:

Clone Commander:

Obi-Wan: *makes a theatrical sounding beep and dramatically holds up his comm to his ears for 0.00005 seconds*

Obi-Wan, bald-faced lying: Okay, we've just got some... uh, new intelligence so unfortunately, we're not going to be able to use Master Skywalker's, ahem, plan.

Obi-Wan: So, artillery supply is here, main storage for their fighters is here, main ports for their supply lines are here and here. Small infil squads with demolition expertise should be able to take out everything except the fighter hanger and the destroyer can orbitally bomb that provided a couple of our pilots can take out the satellite sensory array before we drop into atmosphere right out of hyperspace. If we're fast and coordinate we should be able to take out all four simultaneously. If we're really efficient we should be able to take the capital and sue for peace within twelve hours before the General is done with his assignat-uh, briefing. Any questions?

Clone Commander, blank faced: No, Commander.

Plo Koon, half a million light years away: Did anyone else just feel a wave of relieved THANK THE FORCE hit the galaxy like a tsunami, or is it just me?

[ecrivainsolitaire]

Humans have the capability of perceiving when they're being stared at, even if they can't see it.

Dr. T'Chem was staring at Lieutenant /θkɡɾɑːˈŋæ/ (or as his current fling affectionately nicknamed her, "Tucker-Annie"), whose dorsal spikes were still rattling after the incident at the holodeck. It was his first time at the witness stand, and he didn't want to ruin a young star sailor's life.

Lieutenant Tucker-Annie was the combat specialist in charge of the training dojo of Federation Vessel TSN457, named after the Terra-Saturn-Ceres coalition where Dr. T'Chem currently served as the xenoanthropologist charged with facilitating human integration to the local Federation of Fraternal Planets and Satellites. The FFPS had the goal of finding planets with intelligent life to trade resources and technology, and due to their recent incorporation, local research vessels were fitted with diverse crews to acclimate everyone to each other's cultures and biological needs. Dr. T'Chem was the human expert in the ship, and was tasked with helping smooth over interpersonal relations among the crew.

The relations were, at that moment, as bumpy as Lt. Tucker-Annie's dorsal spike line.

An incident had occurred during a training exercise. The squad consisted of a Venusian, two Saturnians, three Ceresians, two monks from the Transcorporeal Temple of Robotic Ascension, and five Terrans (two humans, two dogs and a cybernetically enhanced cat). The exercise consisted of getting through a generic jungle scenario and, unbeknownst to the squad, avoiding a team of ninjas lead by Lt. Tucker-Annie trying to take them out one by one. It was supposed to test the way they would react to a surprise attack.

It was not supposed to reveal that humans could sense when they were being stalked.

Of course, any trained sailor would have an ingrained knowledge of potential threats and how to spot them. Look for the shadows that are too dark, listen for the spot air isn't blowing from, things like that. Basic things most people don't think about but that can be identified if you think about them.

This was not that.

"Something's watching us," said Crew Johnson, in that sloppy way only creatures with lips spoke.

"What do you mean? There's cameras everywhere, of course they're watching us," responded Crew Hessikh, slithering over the vines on a tree branch to cross a river. She grabbed the axe in Crew Johnson's belt with her telekinesis and took down a small tree to serve as a bridge.

"Crew Flufflepaws, could you please take a look?" Asked Crew Johnson, nervously looking around. Crew Flufflepaws got on the tree as well and scanned the terrain from above.

"I can't see anything, or smell anything. And my hearing isn't what it used to be. I'll stay on the lookout for—" a horrendous hiss interrupted the automatic translator's feed. Crew Flufflepaws' comm line cut off.

Hessikh and Johnson looked at each other. That was the strongest fighter of their team, gone. They knew it was a simulation, but it still gave them chills.

The rest of their crew mates were split into two different teams further along the path. Crew Fanning's voice came from the comm line.

"Johnson, Hessikh, are you okay? What happened to Flufflepaws?"

"We don't know, Johnson said something was watching us and it went to check, then we lost comms."

"I felt it too. I know this isn't that kind of exercise but I think— AAAHHH!"

Two blaster shots were heard, then a thud.

Lieutenant Tucker-Annie, who was watching Hessikh and Johnson from the mud pit behind the latter, had her tranquilizer dart ready. She got ready to shoot down Hessikh, but then heard a voice over the comm line.

"Code Lithium, we have a Code Lithium, we have to end the simulation, I just took down- I can't-" the breathing was sounding heavier and faster, too fast for a human.

"Fanning, calm down, remember your sutras. We need you focused, what happened?"

"I felt like I was being watched, so I turned around and saw this thing and it scared me and I jumped and I thought it was on stun mode and-"

"It's alright, we're calling it off. Captain, we have a Code Lithium! End the simulation now or- fuck, there it is again. Hessikh, do you see any heat sources?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary- why haven't they shot it down alre-"

The next thing Lieutenant Tucker-Annie remembered was the sound of a heel turn over the mud, followed by darkness.

Lt. Tucker-Annie woke up in the hospital bay, getting her tail regenerated by a robot nurse. She looked over and found her underling on the next bed, with a huge bandage on the side of his neck and a wing in a cast. Thankfully, he would be alright as soon as the stem cell bank was reprogrammed after her treatment.

The disciplinary board was called, an investigation was open, and both Crew Fanning and their captain were put on paid leave while the investigation was ongoing. Dr. T'Chem was called in as an expert after a review of the holodeck footage revealed there was no way Crew Fanning could have heard, seen or smelled the hidden sailor.

It was the first time in a while he hadn't helped himself to a glass of Venusian whiskey for breakfast. He really didn't want to mess this up.

"And would you care to explain how this is possible, Doctor?" Asked the prosecution, staring him down with an unnerving amount of eyes.

"I am as astounded as this court; our firm has been looking into Terran medical literature and we're still trying to figure out how it works; they don't even know, but they know it does happen, it's been documented for thousands of years. I have a hypothesis, but I don't know if it's even testable."

There was a murmur in the court. The judge asked him to elaborate.

"The way eyesight works is the light bounces off of opaque bodies and in its way it collides with the lenses in our corneas, which send it to the brain as electrical signals to be interpreted. The light that doesn't go into our eyes just bounces off our bodies and other opaque objects as well, the photons go everywhere and anywhere. This is the same for most species in this constellation, including humans. But even other Terran species don't have these abilities, as Crew Flufflepaws has testified."

A begrudging meow was heard from the audience.

"Order in the court, please. Dr. T'Chem, what do you suggest is the origin of this mysterious sense?"

The camera drones all hoovered around him. Dr. T'Chem straightened his fins and got close to the microphone.

"I believe it's possible that humans have a sense of touch so sensitive that they can feel the photons that don't bounce back. The ones that go into an eye instead of an opaque body. I think humans can actually feel in their skin when they are being watched."

There was an uproar in the crowd. His paramour, a dark skinned young human from the human settlement known as "Colombia", grabbed the religious symbol on her necklace and made a gesture with it he hadn't quite figured out yet.

The trial had to go on recess.

The implications were incalculable. Three dozen biologists from six different planets, including Terra, had emailed him before the end of the day to ask him to justify himself. Multiple human religious leaders took the chance to link it to demonic possession or moral evils. By the end of the week, four different labs were trying to figure out a way to double blind test shooting a photon cannon on a human's back and trying to get them to sense it.

But most importantly, the news made it outside of the Federation. The rumours about this new species that couldn't be stalked got so far, it ended up affecting the outcome of a border conflict with the Betelgeuse Libertarian Army on the Federation's favour.

Humans were terrifying.

If this is what they evolved to be, what was their planet like?

[revelboo]

Invisible Monsters

Lost Light Megatron x Reader- therapy

• Megatron is just tired. And over it. It being Rodimus. The co-captain currently on the bridge singing off key to whatever Earth music Swerve had spliced into the ship wide comm as Megatron slowly vents and reminds himself that he’s a pacifist now. So he can’t strangle Rodimus. Or push him out an airlock. Rising from his seat, he heads deeper into the ship. Toward the most irritating part of his day.

• And if it’s not Rodimus slowly trying to drive him insane, there’s always the rest of the crew. Especially Whirl. That one he can push out an airlock and he suspects everyone might clap. It doesn’t matter that they’re on a mission. An important mission. Unfortunately, this crew of misfits and pure chaos is always one second from shenanigans. His Decepticons had never been this bad.

• The latest shenanigan being a human that is now just on the ship. No one knew where it came from. Or, more likely, no one wants to admit that they had smuggled it on board at some point along the way. Which only raises more questions. Questions he isn’t interested in dealing with.

• Like whatever this is. Swallowing a groan, his optics slide from Rung to the human. More specifically the bright yellow vest the human is now wearing that declares in Cybertronian ‘Therapy Human.’ “Why?”

• Little face tipping up toward him at his deep voice, the human’s legs swing, heels thumping on the shelf Rung has perched it on. “Humans use lesser mammals for therapy. The contact is soothing to patients,” Rung says in Cybertronian.

• Ah. So the human has no idea what the vest says or what Rung has roped it into. Optics narrowing, he shakes his head and wonders what exactly Rung had told it. The mech was honest to a fault, so he wouldn’t have lied to it. Not exactly, anyway.

• “I believe we were discussing the gladiator pits of Kaon last time?” Rung adds in that infuriatingly soothing tone, crooking a servo at the human who obediently slides down from its seat to approach.

• And it’s accept the human as Rung scoops it up and thrusts it at him or let it fall and probably break all its tiny bones. So he cups his hands around it, hearing its sharp intake of breath and the strange feel of those tiny, soft hands touching his. “This is ridiculous.”

• “Humor me this one time. Now. Kaon?” Rung’s staring at him, his lips faintly curling into an almost smile. Waiting patiently.

• Heart racing, you settle yourself against the palm under you, neck craning to peek through the gaps in the servos caged over her. The first time you’d been handed to Whirl, he’d grasped you around the waist in those pinchers and amused himself by tipping you back and forth as he’d talked. It’d been a miracle you hadn’t hurled on him. The former warlord is at least being gentle.

• And his deep voice rolls over you, painting a grim picture of a brutal world you’ll never know. Of fighting for his life, heart-wrenching pain, and hard won victory. He sounds almost wistful as he reminisces, letting Rung’s questions steer the story. The first slide of a servo across your shoulders makes you stiffen for a heartbeat before you relax into the absent minded touch. You’re not under any delusions about your role. Playing therapy doggie for giant, alien robots wasn’t exactly dignified, but you didn’t mind.

Next

[paluimbel]

For us it mostly tends to make internal communication easier. Mostly because we can actually focus on shit.

Systems on Adderal or other meds for ADHD did it affect your system in any way ?

[stra-tek]

Random spoilerific reasons to read Star Trek novels, with little to no context:

Ro/Quark is a thing

A Jem'Hadar joins DS9, tries to fit in but eventually snaps and tries to kill everybody

You learn the origins and final fate of the Borg

A thinly-veiled Dr. House clone joins the Voyager crew

Geordi briefly has 2 girlfriends at once (due to different writers not co-ordinating enough, but still)

There's a TOS book that's a musical

There are YA stories about Jake and Nog making mischief on DS9

YA stories about Worf, Geordi, Picard, Beverly, Kirk, Spock and McCoy at SFA

YA series about the Kelvinverse gang (including Gaila!) as cadets, taking on a drug problem at SFA and a very unique Borg scout in San Francisco

We very briefly meet the people who are to Q what the Q are to humanity

Janeway/Chakotay is a thing

Kirk's first mission in command of the Enterprise! Erm, at least twice.

Kirk was married between TOS and TMP

Her name was Lori

In the future, you have yearly marriage contracts that you either update or you don't and I think that's amazing

Trip didn't die! He faked his death to join Section 31 and go undercover as a Romulan

It's not great, tbh

The ENT books get better after the Romulan wars though, it's proper founding of the Federation stuff

We meet Jack Crusher (erm, the OG) when 4 timelines start overlapping and he's a bit unhinged

Teenage Kirk stole a car and his choice was go to jail or join Starfleet

What happened when Voyager got home? Seven broke up with Chakotay like 30 pages in

Kirk gets cloned, and his clone becomes the sub of an evil invincible super genius and its all very gay

George Kirk was Robert April's first officer on the first ever mission of the unnamed starship with the Naval Construction Contract 1701

Robert is a hard-core pacifist and has to turn command over to George whenever it's time to fire weapons

Data becomes fully human for a couple of days and it's really sweet

They never say "wristwatch" or "phone", it's always "wrist chrono" or "personal comm"

There are gays but they don't say that word because it's the 1990's and Rick Berman runs the franchise

Spock has a son in the past with Zarabeth

Everyone in the post-Nemesis era does spy missions all the time non stop, as if Starfleet has abandoned exploring the cosmos for doing Space Mission: Impossible

Bashir does it better than anyone else, he takes on Section 31 from the inside

Remember Control? It's from the novels, except the novels do it SO MUCH BETTER.

Remember how we never found out who Future Guy was? We do.

It's very underwhelming, nobody we know

We find out how the Romulans and Vulcans split

Surak was a Vulcan internet blogger

A Borg Cube eats Pluto

Janeway dies

Janeway gets better

At least one TOS book features a wizard

There's a Star Trek TOS/Here Come the Brides crossover novel

It had cameos from The Doctor (as in, Who), Han Solo, Starbuck and others

Whole book series about Section 31

Whole book series about the Department of Temporal Investigations

One time they do the Bill and Ted thing to escape confinement and it works

Wanna know how Riker and Troi met?

Wanna know what Picard got up to on the Stargazer?

Andorians have 4 sexes and it's very complicated

Data comes back from the dead as Data 2.0, and it was fresh and exciting because it happened long before ST: Picard did it twice.

Lal comes back too and we get father/daughter android stuff! They have a home and everything but keep having to save the universe

One time Mirror Seven is led around on a leash naked on Terok Nor

Geordi becomes captain of the USS Challenger, decides it's not for him because plot, and goes back to engineering on the Enterprise

Kirk is shot on the bridge and dies

Kirk gets better

They watch 3D holos of old Doctor Who episodes in the Enterprise rec room

The Enterprise also has an AI named Moira, which was Zora long before Zora

The TOS crew get together for one last mission. About three times.

There's a Perry Mason book except it's about Kirk's lawyer from that TOS episode

Data 2.0 owns and runs a massive gambling empire on Orion

Spock keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

Scotty keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

Bones keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

You're on Tumblr so you already know about Killing Time

There's a guy named McKenzie Calhoun and he's a total badass and captains a ship of weirdos and misfits

Kirk comes back from the dead, saves the galaxy repeatedly, has an intersex child (who identifies as male) with a Romulan/Klingon hybrid

Kirk beats up Worf

Kirk's child has superpowers

Kirk's child saves the galaxy at age 6

The Kirk stuff is 100% ignored in the other novels

About 50% of the novels are ignored in the other 50%, and the ones that are meant to be in direct continuity with each other aren't always quite

Just like the TV shows and movies, then

Lwaxana Troi meets Q, and it goes as well as you'd expect

Someone tells Data, yes you idiot you had emotions all along and he's like, oh shit you're right

McCoy is left in command of the Enterprise as a joke by Kirk, who is then immediately kidnapped

Ro Laren is captain of Deep Space Nine

Picard/Beverly is a thing, they get married and have a child named Rene. No running away and raising your kid in secret here

Riker and Troi are married, serve on the Titan together with a bunch of adorable weirdos and have a daughter named Tasha

You get to watch all the 24th century characters die horribly in the end along with their entire universe. Holy fuck it's a bleak horror show. Personally, I love it. But if that's not your cup of tea I'd skip the Coda trilogy

[buccellato]

Going a little insane thinking about how from Knives' perspective, his olive branch for Rem was rejected by his childhood perception of her loyalty to humanity, but Rem was assessing the situation as both a ship official and a parent and definitely making the choice she thought would maximize his and Vash's survival chances...like, if she was following duty as a crew member first and foremost, she'd head immediately to the bridge and tell the boys to head to the escape pods via comms or something. But instead she spent valuable minutes ensuring that Vash and Knives were safely strapped in and ready to escape, and then turned around to minimize the ship damage. Plus she had no actual way of knowing whether the plant ships were on a crash course, either—and while tristamp Nai can survive completely without food and water, no version of Vash has been shown to be able to do so completely (plus all other versions of Knives are shown at least drinking lol). So from her perspective she didn't just need to save both her kids and the humans on board, she also would've needed to save as many dependents as possible just so the boys had a way to stay alive.

She did the best she could do as a parent in that scenario, and Knives forever locked himself into a traumatized child's reasoning for her actions and blamed her to cope with it and then never reassessed from the perspective of an adult due to his, well, issues with everything. That's rough buddy.

[paluimbel]

Some of us are better at it than others, and we're definitely not anywhere near it being fully immersive, but one thing we've found helps for us is to do some basic grounding stuff (like the 5 things you can feel, 4 things you can hear, 3 things you can see, etc. one. At least I think that's how it goes.) but with the headspace instead of the real world. Like, I feel my hooves on the wooden floor of our fronting room, I smell the lilacs growing... uh... all over our headspace, actually. That sort of thing. For those that are bad at doing stuff in the headspace from front, we find that another headmate sticking close by can help keep them grounded. That's actually why I formed!

We are trying to build a headspace! If you have any tips or tricks for the immersion part, please tell us! We can visualise it pretty well, but have no idea how to even start with immersing.

[spirkme915]

spirk fics i've read in the last two-ish months and loved

I will have you (if you let me) by ros3bud009 @roseymoseyberry (TOS) - starting out this list with a ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ fic. i loved everything about this fic - the premise (k&s know they're t'hy'la from the second they meet), the yearning, the journey, the love. i could live in this fic

Spock 🖖 by vaksur, WerewolvesAreReal (TOS) - need a laugh? this one is it. spock decides to use emojis in his comms. shenanigans ensue

A Friend Like You by kierawrites (TAS, yes you read that right an animated series fic!) - pre-slash, a glimpse into their lives after the episode "mudd's passion." this one is short and yet is packed with *them*

A Different Perspective by Maeko (AOS, SNW) - transporter malfunction fic, and this time it brings AOS Spirk to SNW verse. loved this one for the AOS Spirk dynamics, but mostly the SNW Spock and AOS Spock interactions and Maeko's perspective of Vulcan telepathy. it's a fascinating character study!

in the dying of the light by scar_a_mouche (zanni_scaramouche) @zanniscaramouche (AOS) - i'm not sure how to categorize this one, other than to say that i had this *ache* in my chest through every sentence and it just felt so AOS Spirk that i wanted to drown in it. one of my faves over the last few months

Personal Personnel Protocol by dothedeux (TOS) - another comedy entry for the list. this time it's not just the bridge crew that knows what's up, it's the computer. such a fun read and so sweet too

Professor Kirk by TonightNoPoetryWillServe (AOS) - cadet spock, professor kirk, and all kinds of fluff with only a touch of angst. perfect bedtime reading

Let Forever Be by gunstreet @gunstreet (TOS) - listen. i need everyone to drop what they're doing and read this fic. it's a city on the edge of forever fic that is mostly a jim character study but pulls in queer history. it breathes compassion and humanity, and is stocked with OCs you'll fall in love with. another ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ read

Shall We? by Jenna Hilary Sinclair (JennaHilary) (TOS) - yet another comedy entry? what has the world come to? i love my angst just as much as the next spirk truther, but when comedic spirk is done right it hits perfectly and this one is definitely done right

And When the Bond Breaks by LadyRa (TOS) - finishing this spirk list with a final ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ read. this became easily one of my favorite TOS fics of all time. it's from 2003 and deserves WAY MORE hits, kudos, and comments than it has!

for the non-spirk entries this time around:

StarDate.org by Exxact (TOS/AOS fusion) - christine/t'pring and online dating. fluff and friendship. perfect

The Time of Neither by gunstreet (SNW) - spoimler nation rise! your definitive fic has arrived!

My World Is No Longer Hollow by existentialcrisistime @existentialcrisistime (TOS) - a mcspirk fic about finding where you belong. so beautiful

and two recs for WIPs for you to read and subscribe to:

Place Your Hand In Mine by remylebae @twinkboimler (AOS) - a super sweet mckirk fic about leonard having a secret admirer (who could it possibly be??)

It's Not An Illusion by Borealisblue @thetimetostrikeislater (AOS) - gorgeous story about healing and gorgeous artwork? i'm sold!

please do send me recs, and don't be afraid to self-promo! you can find all my recs here

[paluimbel]

Came out as plural at church camp in front of literally everyone there (councelors included) and it went great! It was super nice to be open about things.

At least one friend came up to us afterwards and said they were already sorta questioning plurality because they "frequently have arguments in their head and the other voices say things that surprise them sometimes." We informed them that that definitely did not sound very singlet.

We also got lots of genuine, well-meaning questions from curious singlets, which was nice. The councelors were very chill about it and immediately started using our collective name and pronouns. Everyone was very validating and it was great.

Unfortunately, we are home now and therefore back in the closet, which sucks. :(

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Hey you should read my story Dog of War!

It's a slowburn kinkfic in the Human Domestication Guide setting- a future sci-fi setting where a benevolent plant based progenitor species crushes the Terran government to eliminate capitalism, ensure safety and happiness- and to take a few adorable Terrans as pets, of course! It's got a lot of hypnosis, medfet and of course TPE, D/S and Petplay. Click the link for the wiki if you wanna know more!

As for the set up of Dog of War- 'Beckett' is a freelance mercenary shrouded in secrecy that's suffering from severe emotional disconnection. Growing tired after hiding on a now-rebel ship after the official fall of the Terran Accord, he kills the bridge crew and commandeers the Valiant, bringing it, himself, and it's crew to the Affini in the hopes that co-operation will let him keep his independence. Camila Verdun is young, inexperienced and unsure Affini. She spends most of her time working at the helm of the Vervarium, where she works the comms and daydreams about adopting an adorable pet.

as for what kinks are present- I got a smorgasbord! The main focuses are Total power exchange, Ownership, Hypnosis and Feminization, but it's also got medfet, conditioning and a house special I like to call Princessification. Plus a few other things in passing~

The fetishes and kinks are great, but that doesn't tell you what it's about! Dog of War is about two people helping each other grow into themselves. The focus is the development of the main pair's relationship and personal growth. It takes a couple ten thousand words to really get heated, but once it does, the dial only goes up~

and if ALL THAT doesn't help, here are some reviews below the cut!

[graylinesspam]

The kid commander.

Ahsoka stands on the bridge of the ship watching the fighters scream past. Watching the plasma bolts bloom into smoking plumes of flame when they puncture a hull.

She relays instructions to the bridge crew. A steadiness in her voice that has no right being there. Men scurry around her. Rushing from one station to another. Carrying out her orders.

She is laying siege to a another vessel. Raining fire upon it. Hemming it in with her fighters. Breaking the hull open little by little. Putting just enough pressure on it so that the crew will surrender.

It's a dangerous game. Applying violence to someone without the intention of killing them. It's a lot like torture. If your subject was a ship instead of a body. Breaking it in the nonvital places so it can still recover enough to tell you what you want to hear.

She waves a hand to the closest CO as she gives her next order. Not bothering to so much as step away from the place she's chosen to stand. The place that gives her an optimal view of the battleground.

Skywalker is out there in his fighter somewhere. Still very much a part of this battle. But not leading it. Doing his favorite thing instead. Flying recklessly through enemy space confusing them into flying poorly and getting themselves killed.

"Sir, we're receiving a transmission from the enemy ship." A member of the comm crew shouts.

"Put them through." She says, stifling a self satisfied smile and tucking her arms behind her back in a regulation at easy stance.

The Separatist commander's face appears on the screen, looking like he might have been tossed around a bit.

"This is Commander Tano of the 501st legion of the Grand Army of the Republic." Ahsoka introduces herself according to protocal.

"Who? Where's Skywalker?" the man on the screen demands.

"The General has seeded command to me. I think you'll find I am more than capable of discussing the terms of your surrender." She sounds unaffected by the insult.

"I-I-I will not be surrendering to some child." He sounds almost too confused to be really angry. But plenty offended.

"Then perhaps we should give you more time to consider it." Before the man has time to protest Ahsoka raises a hand. The transmission cuts out abruptly. The fool's confused face frozen momentarily in shock as the signal breaks.

She doesn't flinch as the battle continues to rage around her. Her own men far outnumber the enemy. Their fighters have been beaten back behind their frigate already. Which is already smoldering all over, virtually without shields and on it's last leg. They have minutes until this battle is over. Whether by surrender or distruction.

Rex knows Ahsoka is hoping for surrender. Whatever her bravado says, she is a jedi at heart. But her also knows that she will blow the enemy ship to rubble, if she must.

Ahsoka cares about bringing her men home. Cares about it more than winning the war. More than enjoying the power trip she's indulging in now. With her shoulders broad and her chin up. Every man in the room following her word.

Not just because they have to. Because they are experiencing this all with her. She is leading them to victory and they know it.

The comms officer makes another announcement as another desk jockey in greys brings her a steaming cup. Ahsoka gestures with one hand and accepts the cup with the other.

"I will discuss the terms of my surrender." The Separatist grits out through his teeth.

"Excellent, we'll begin."

[swifty-fox]

Soooooo excited for more Benny and Brady heheheh

i'd show you some smut but first they're going through the Horrors

“One,” Gale murmurs under his breath, voice so absent Benny knows he doesn’t realize he’s speaking out loud, “Two, Three, Four…” 

Five, Six, Seven, Eight, come the fuck on Johnny, Nine…

Paddlefoot’s Proxy slips through the cloud cover with all the grace of a cannonball and Benny breathes exactly none because she is about as devastated as a bird could be and still soar. 

Chunks from the wings and tail sheared clean off by flak, flaps missing or only half raised, rattling with the effort, leaking fluid and debris and shuddering with the exertion of it all. There’s a hole in her belly, spilling guts across the tarmac and Gale’s shouting for an ambulance, for a fire crew, John echoing in his broader, louder voice. Benny’s not shouting, Benny’s still not breathing, he’s scared to take any air from the sky that might soften Proxy’s landing. Somehow she’s still got landing gear, somehow they spool out seamlessly and she drops down to earth with hardly more than a bounce, creaking and groaning and sobbing but coming to a graceful stop all the same. 

Benny breathes out. Feels Gale leave his side, calling for space, calling for emergency crews, the wailing sirens growing closer and closer. He won’t go, won’t risk being in the way so he’s not close enough to see the faces of the battered bloody bodies they pull from the open gut-wound of Proxy, their screams faint and tinny and smothered by the thick fog. He waits and he breathes and he listens to men die in the distance and dies exactly nothing about it because it isn’t his job to do anything about it aside from stay out of the way. 

There’s commotion up by the cockpit, human bodies crawling over the surface of her body like ants and Bennty brings the cigarette to his mouth mechanically. Smokes his way through five minutes of waiting, then fifteen, and then thirty. The ambulance leaves, laden with wounded bodies and Benny won’t go until he’s sure everyone is out but he isn’t sure who’s left at this point, if all of Proxy’s children had been chauffeured away bloody and broken.

Figures come back through the fog. Ken Lemmons, a handful of Brady’s crew, pale-faced and stricken, Major Cleven, Major Egan. Both different from Buck and Bucky, with the distinction between all in the serious set of their mouths. And then Benny stumbles, though he isn’t even walking, or maybe it’s just his heart forgetting to work for just a moment. 

John Brady, face freckled by sun and blood, hair a wet slick back from his forehead, baring every bit of the pale, blank shock written there. There’s a cut high on his cheekbone, still oozing watery blood, a bruise across the bridge of his nose like he’d adjusted the sit of his oxygen mask – a nervous habit – so many times it had left damage to the skin. But he was standing, he was walking, and had been cleared by the immediate medical crew. 

“Johnny,” Benny calls in a voice he doesn’t recognize. 

Says it again when Johnny seems to take a moment to focus on him. He leans forward and places his half-finished cigarette between the other mans lips. Johnny pauses, blinks a few times like he has to remember what to do with the tobacco, and takes it from Benny’s fingers as gently as Meatball with a treat. Normally, it would make somewhere around Benny’s hips tingle. 

“Was it bad, Jack?” he asks stupidly, like it could have been anything but bad, horrendous, soul-rotting. Just like every single time was. 

“Captian Brady’s cockpit door jammed,” Bucky says, “Flak cut comms with the crew.”

He could have been flying a graveyard, for all he knew. 

“Gotta get him to interrogation,” Bucky adds kindly. The information already given a kindness, the formality a gentle warning. 

It’s just them so Benny reaches out, takes hold of Johnny’s bloody, bird-boned wrist and squeezes once, twice, three times.

this will be out thanksgiving day!!! featuring dom bottom John Brady

[randofics]

Silent running

The pirates never stood a chance when they attacked our ship.

We were one of the first to have humans on our crew. They were such a new species to the galaxy that just the basics were known about them. They were omnivores, which wasn't totally unheard of in the galaxy. It was just that most hunted small prey similar to earth fish and birds when they wanted meat. Hunting large game was unheard of. It was simply too risky.

The human female Nadia and her mate Jacob were friendly and always lent a helping hand when needed. It took some time for the herbivores to get used to them with their forward facing eyes and predatory ticks, so to speak.

We learned of their constantly aware body and mind that would snap to attention at the slightest off noise. An engine making a slightly different tone than normal? The humans would set to fixing the problem as soon as they heard it.

A piece of equipment set precariously on a bench, making an ever so small noise as it falls? One of them slides across the floor to catch it, just inches from breaking.

When the pirates attacked, we witnessed their predatory nature take hold.

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As soon as the captains voice sounded over the shipwide comms, the two humans tensed. The security personnel got to work readying for boarding. The ship didn't have much in the way of weaponry, so boarding was inevitable.

The alarms sounded when the pirate ship latched onto ours. The main power was cut shortly after, leaving the rooms and halls bathed in the dim eery light of the emergency lamps. When I looked to the humans, they were gone. I ran to the bridge but was stopped by pirates who grabbed me.

They took me to an emptied room where several of the other crew members were. Some of the more defiant ones had been badly beaten and tied up. A few security personnel were here, too. The humans were nowhere amongst this group.

A pirate tired of my standing in the doorway kicked me in the back, making me fall hard onto a few of my crewmates. The door shut with a hiss, and it's lock clicked into place. One of my friends helped me sit up and asked me quietly if I knew where the humans were. "No, as soon as the alarm sounded, they were gone. I have no idea where they whent."

My crewmates and I hoped there would be help soon.

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The dark halls were filled with the eery red glow from the emergency lights. A pair of reptilian Hissa walked down a particularly creepy corridor plasma launchers in claw. "This place seems different than those other halls, don't you think?"

"Yeah, something feels off about this place." Suddenly, the lights behind them all go out at once. They spin around weapons drawn, but they can't see anything through the darkness. One shoots in an attempt to light up the hall. The flash of a tall silhouette and the shine of something metal is all they can make out before the plasma fizzles out.

Their eyes widen, and they suck in a scared breath. "Did you just see that?" The other nods in response. A flash of a being is seen in the red light as it charges towards them. The gleaming metal of a kitchen knife attached to a pole disappears into the gut of the first. The second attempts to fire upon this terrifying beast as it turns on him, but it's too quick. It pushes his plasma launcher away, slashing at him with a smaller knife.

The seconds throat is slit and they grab at the gushing wound as they lay on the floor. The first attempts to crawl away with the spear still in their gut, but the creature silences their cries with a knife through the skull.

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In another room, three pirates are looting drawers and flinging objects around for fun. The room's lights go out, and they all tense. They don't see the shadow slip out of the ceiling vent landing with a quiet tap of feet on the floor behind them.

A sickening crack and their comrades body falling limp to the floor grabs their attention. One takes out a light and flicks it on. A bipedal creature in the ships uniform stands in front of them with their comrades' body limp on the floor, his head turned on his neck in an impossible position. The beings' predatory eyes glare back at them, and it bares its teeth.

Terrified the two pirates aim at the creature, and before they can pull their triggers, it lunges at them.

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"Captain! The boarding party seems to be under attack!"

"I'm sure they can handle a few stragglers."

"No sir somethings taken several of our men out!"

"How many is several?" The captain narrows his four eyes. "We've lost fifteen so far, sir."

His eyes widen, and he yells at another alien in the room. "I want groups six and seven on board that ship NOW!" They rush out of the room presumably towards the control room. "Get Veshkorn up here!"

"Yes, sir!" The other alien runs out, leaving the captain alone.

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Hannah shook with adrenaline and fear as she hid in the vent. Below, there were two pirates standing gaurd in front of the door to her shipmates. She had to time this perfectly and make sure she aimed her makeshift spear true to her target. Knife, in her other hand she aimed for the aliens' chest cavity. "Hshk." The spear sinks into the aliens body, and she leaps down onto the other startled alien, sinking her knife into its throat.

She pulls the spear free and opens the door. Half of the ships crew meet her eyes as it slides open. To most, she looks like a full-blown predator. Blood splattered on her uniform and any exposed skin. More blood coating her knife and spear. Her eyes are wild and blown from the adrenaline. Her hair is an absolute mess from moving through the dusty vents, and she's breathing quickly.

"Everyone, alright?" Her voice seems to startle the herbivores as they flinch in response. One omnivore speaks up. "Some have wounds but nothing too serious."

She nods her head, turning her gaze to glance down either side of the hallway. "Anyone willing, I need you to protect the others. You all need to stay here for now until we've cleared all these scumbags out. If you don't hear from one of us in a few hours, assume we're too badly injured to come back here or were dead."

With that, she sprints off down the hall, disappearing around the corner. Most of them don't even hear her footsteps as she leaves.

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"What is happening!?" The captain now on the bridge slams his fist into the arm of his seat. "Sir, it's difficult to tell. Our men aren't surviving long enough to give us much information."

"What information do we have then!?"

"There seems to be some kind of bipedal creatures almost surgically eliminating our men pair by pair. Who or whatever they are, they're experts at stealth and by the looks of it crude bladed weaponry."

"Has anyone gotten a shot off on one?"

"Not that we know of, sir." Another alien chimes in. "Sir, if I may?"

"What is it, Veshkorn?"

"We seem to be taking more casualties than this ship is worth. Shouldn't we leave while we still have some of our men?" The captain sighs, pinching his brow.

"I suppose you're correct, Veshkorn. Tell the remaining boarding parties to come back. We're leaving."

"Should they gather anything valuable on their way?"

"No, but that won't stop them from trying."

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Kevin watches from behind a transport crate as the pirates get a message over their comms. They rush out of the room, and in mild confusion, he steps out of his hiding spot. "Hey, you guys, seeing what I'm seeing?"

"The pirates running away? Yes."

"Let's make some terror, shall we?" Following behind them, they stay hidden, knocking things over to make loud sounds. Loud shrieks and growls help up the anti as they silently run from room to room, staying just out of sight. Just a few rooms before the open hatch into the pirate ship, they go completely silent. They wait till the last alien starts to walk through and grab him, taking him into the shadows as he screams and thrashes in their grip.

The hatch is promptly sealed shut, and immediately, the pirate ship disconnects its anchoring lines drifting away from the other vessel as fast as it can.

-------

As the alien fights against their grip, they tie him to a chair in a darkened room. At first, he thinks they all leave. An hour or so later, he hears someone talking to him through a speaker somewhere above. He thinks it's probably the ships captain going to question him. And he's right for the most part. The voice asks a question which he spits out a curse to.

The voice goes silent, and he hears something behind him. He's not alone. There's something in this small dark room with him, and it's been here the entire time! Hot air brushes the back of his head as he now hears the almost silent breaths of this something.

Frozen in fear, he almost doesn't hear the question being asked again. Shaky, he blurts out an answer. The voice doesn't seem satisfied, though, and they go silent again. A deep growling sound in his ear makes him squeak in fear. He answers again, and this time, he's rewarded by the being behind him backing off.

As this process repeats, he slowly thinks that maybe they're just bluffing its probably just another normal alien behind him with a voice distorter. But when he speaks on his revelation, something new happens. Something lands on his shoulder and stays there long enough for him to feel its rough shape. It's not like any other xenos extremities that he can remember. Five fingers on a roughly circular shape, each extremity being too thin to be something he recognized.

Then, an unrecognizable voice deep and sinister speaks in an unknown language. "You need to start talking, or this is gonna get ugly." The appendage on his shoulder moves around his throat, threatening to crush it with a slight but firm tightening of their grip. Over the next few minutes, he spills everything he knows. The creature eventually backing off behind him again.

Once they've got all the information they want to know, the creature shuffles out of the room. The dim light of the hall only revealing the black silhouette of the tall creature. Another familiar silhouette steps just inside, turning on the light before stepping back out and locking the door behind them.

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A few years later, he's on a prison moon conversing with some of his fellow pirates. "Those creatures... I've never been so terrified in my life! They were so quiet it's like they were silent running!"

[cozzzynook]

A little idea

Megatron gave a grumble as he rubbed one servo along his tanks as he turned his gaze back down at his data pad. Rodimus who was watching from the side of the bridge quietly walked over before leaning over. "You okay? You're not looking well" The red gave a small sheepish smile when red optics met his own.

"Hmm...I just need to step out for a while" Megatron gave a another grumble as another wave of light pain washed over him. "I think I had some bad fuel."

Rodimus frowned a little stepping allowing the grey mech to stand up from his seat. "Oh, well do take your time. I don't think anyone would want to see you purge your tanks while on the bridge." The red mech smirked a little when he heard a soft chuckle come from Megatron as he slowly walked away and towards the public wash-racks.

An hour passed and Ultra Magnus was looking around the bridge with a frown. He then suddenly stopped next to Rodimus who was humming a tune as he read over a data pad. The blue mech cleared his intake making Rodimus suddenly snap his gaze upwards, with a smile he greeted his SIC. "Oh hey Mags, what's up?"

"Sorry to bother you Captain, but have you seen Megatron anywhere?" He did a double take scanning the crew again before returning his gaze back to Rodimus. "I wanted to return those reports I helped proof-read yesterday, but he isn't in his office"

Rodimus flicked his spoiler thinking for a moment before perking up. "Oh! I saw him leave to go to the wash-racks an hour ago...I'd thought he'd be back by now" With his own glance at the crew confirmed he didn't see his Co-Captain anywhere. "He did say he wasn't feeling well..."

Ultra Magnus gave a hum as he shook his helm a little. "Why don't you go see if he is still there. If not I'll call Ratchet to see if he checked himself into the med-bay" The blue mech was already pulling up his comm link not noticing the awkward shuffle of Rodimus.

"Okay, I'll be back in a klick" Dipping his helm down slightly Rodimus quickly got up from his chair and trotted across the bridge and into the main hallway. After a short walk it didn't take long to find the wash-racks, taking a sort breath he stepped inside heading down the short hall and poking his helm around the wall that separated the showers and stalls. "Megs, you still in here?"

Rodimus felt his spark drop when he spotted a small trail of energon leading towards the showers. Flaring his plating a little Rodimus slowly stalked towards the showers while keeping one servo near his sub-space in case he needed to pull out his knife. He then gasped quietly when he heard someone groaning a little followed a moving shadow on the wall, poking his helm around the corner Rodimus's spoiler flatten itself on his back when he saw Megatron leaning with his back against a wall while carefully holding a small newly-emerged sparkling in his arms.

"Scrap!" Rodimus cursed as he rushed to the larger mech's side. "Are you both alright? You're not feeling woozy are you?" The red mech quickly snatched a clean towel from one cubby before handing it to Megatron who used to wrap the sparkling up. The larger mech then shook his helm giving Rodimus a flabbergasted look.

"I didn't even know I was sparked in the first place" He winced a little as he shuffled a little before gazing down at his sleepy bitty. "But I think we are alright. I manged to feed them before they fell into recharge, then you showed up" Megatron smiled a little when he saw Rodimus's spoiler flutter likely from shock.

"Right, cool um..." Rodimus then dragged one servo down his face trying to clear his helm. He then opened his comm link already scrolling through the many contract list. "I'll let Ratchet and Magnus know...Primus this wasn't on my list of things I needed to do today" He heard Megatron snort a little that made his spark spin lightly while he waited for Ratchet to pick up comm.

It was a long next few hours between Ratchet scolding both the captains audials off while he asked Megatron question after question while he tended to the new Carrier and sparkling. Now Rodimus was sitting outside the waiting room with his arms wrapped tightly around his chest as he nervously watched the doors. Letting out a sigh the red mech lowered his helm only to nearly jump out of his plating when he heard the door slam and spotting a very angry Ratchet storming right towards him. Rodimus didn't fight when the medic suddenly grabbed his arm yanking the red mech upwards from his seat and dragging him towards his office.

When the office door slammed shut Ratchet then turned glaring daggers at Rodimus while his plating flared and bristled. "Out of all the mech's on this ship it has to be you!" The medic hissed as he jabbed a digit on the red mech's chest. "How didn't the both of you not notice all this time?! I get that Megatron is a large mech but there must have been clues!"

Rodimus just lowered his helm in embarrassment. "So, he told you about us huh?" He gave a pained yelp when he felt a wrench whack him on his helm. He raised his optics a little seeing the angry glare of Ratchet. "We did use protection, honest!"

"What kind of protection? Because it clearly didn't work and now you're a Sire." Ratchet gave a tired sigh turning away slightly. "I always assumed it would be you who ended up sparked kid, but then again I'm proven wrong on this ship" The medic turned again to gaze at the captain.

"Mostly dampeners and baffles. It was a lot easier to use a quick dampener patch when he couldn't find any spike wraps" Rodimus cringed a little when he heard the long sigh of the medic. He shuffled a little before raising his helm to fully look at Ratchet. "But are they...both alright?"

Ratchet gave a little nod before sitting down in his office chair. "Yes they are fine kid. A little tired but they will be just fine" The medic leaned back a little before crossing his arms as he softened his glare on the red mech. "About those dampeners, it seemed they weren't strong enough but when used correctly they can be fairly effective preventing sparklings. Next time you decided to canoodle come to me I'll hand you the right strength dampeners and not one of those cheap ones you can buy at any store"

Rodimus gave a small smile before flicking his spoiler in a nervous manner. "Thank Ratchet" He then turned gazing away ready to leave. "I-um own you one...I'll buy you and Drift something as a thank you gift" Just as he was about to leave Rodimus heard Ratchet clear his intake sharply, turning he spotted the now softer and worried look on the medic's face.

"Where are you going kid?" Ratchet got up from his chair and wandered over before placing a gentle servo on Rodimus's shoulder. "You better not be thinking about running off now" Rodimus just lowered his helm before suddenly hugging Ratchet sightly sniffling. The medic gave a surprised gasped only to smile softly as he patted the red mech's back. "Aw kid, I know this all sudden and scary but you'll be fine"

"I know...I'm just so happy, terrified and so so lost!" Rodimus would bury his face deeper into Ratchet's shoulder as he softly wheeped. "What if I frag up Ratchet? What if I mess up my sparkling and ruin the last good thing that happened to me?!" His frame shook and rattled with each sob while Ratchet just quietly listened holding the mech tightly.

"I know kid, being a Sire is scary but you have Megatron, me, Drift and the crew to help you out" The medic gave a soft smile as he slowly pulled away. "No one said being a creator was easy work, but you have to be strong for both yourself and your new family, alright?"

With a quick nod Rodimus quickly wiped away his tears with the back of his servo while Ratchet gave a soft smile. Quietly opening the door Ratchet lead the not so weepy Rodimus down the hall and towards one of the recovery rooms. There Megatron was quietly was lying on a berth holding holding their bitty who was now wide awake and gently snuggling against their carrier's chest. With a soft smile Rodimus quietly entered the room before walking up to join their side.

"Primus, they so small" Rodimus beamed as he allowed the sparkling to wrap their small servo his digit. His spoiler happily fluttered when the bitty cooed before trying to gnaw their toothless gums on his digit. He gave a warm smile as he turned to gaze at Megatron who was also smiling wide before leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Are you okay?"

Megatron chuckled softly before leaning down to nuzzle against Rodimus's helm with his own. "I'm fine but they are clearly your sparkling" He smiled again as he had to re-adjust the wiggly bitty in his arms for the 4th time in a row. "They don't want to sit still unless they are hungry or tired" That made Rodimus laugh a little as he leaned in closer to tickle the sparkling's tanks with his digit, that made them giggle while their creators just smiled proudly. Megatron suddenly leaned backwards having something dawn on him suddenly. "We need names...and buy everything they will need" He gave a low groan letting his tired frame sag.

Rodimus gave a sheepish smile placing another soft kiss on his larger partner's cheek. "We'll figure this out Megs, we both weren't prepared for this" He then flashed a cheeky smile as he gazed down at the sparkling "Besides we could always name them Rodimus Jr if we can't think of anything" He then felt Megatron gave a deep glare as he gave a low grumble. "Absolutely not"

Giving a little chuckle Rodimus returned to gaze proudly down at their sparkling while wrapping one arm around Megatron's as he leaned in to snuggle as close as he could. For the next few hours they just sat in silence watching and bonding with their little surprise sparkling.

(Hope you enjoyed :>)

Awww, this is so cute 🥰