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[the-tarot-witch22]

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Hello everyone ! It's been a while isn't it! So, this is my another pick a pile or pac reading so please be kind and leave comment or reblog, and let me know if it resonated with you!

Note : This is a general reading or collective reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. And it's totally okay if our energies aren't aligned!

How to pick : Take a deep breath and choose a pile which you feel most connected to! You can choose more than one pile, it just means both pile have messages for you!

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Pile 1

(The cards I got for you - knight of pentacles, the star, the hermit, justice)

Okay so first of all so major arcanas for you guys, trust me something life changing will be happening for you, it could be a major transition period, for some of you I am feeling you guys lost someone close to you? And you haven't been yourself for a while now, you feel lost? almost as if things aren't going your way atleast for now, I also feel the energy almost as if you are emotionally exhuasted. Anyhow let's dive deeper into your reading, okay loves, first of all universe wants you to be patient, this group is almost impulsive, or rather act on instinct or just without thinking, universe is saying "patience my child", i am also seeing you all or many of you try to manifest and when it doesn't work in try, you are like "why me?", "why must i suffer"? universe right now is dragging your ass out, that all you have to is listen trust me and you dont do that and you blame me back!? Damn it I am also feeling that universe wants you to focus yourself on your career or invest in your hobbies, and also look with in instead of distracting yourself with outer things, even if its uncomfortable more like "feel the feelings", I am also feeling that something about learning lessons, you dont have to go through one thing again and again, you can learn, but some of you guys here are stubborn, and don't see it that way, also i got a message that "no dont go back to your situationship", let's move forward and deeper into your reading, I am seeing and feeling that most of you guys here are intuitive , and do tarot/astro, universe is telling you to hone your skills, I am also feeling that the storm you are facing and faced in your life WILL NOT last forever, I am seeing and hearing you guys need a vacation or just some alone time for yourself, or maybe even open up about your feelings to people around you or close to you, no you won't be judged, there is hope guys, you are not alone, but again the message with pour the love you give outside to within you, you dont need external validation you are you are doing okay, its almost like universe is gently patting you on head, like our child you are enough, I am also seeing that some of you guys need to stand up for yourself you guys can stand up for others but themselves, so change that, you guys are truly embodient of balanced energy, but a small thing can rattle you, I am hearing "keep living, it does get better", universe is being very straightforward with you that you need to keep going, and not give up.

These are all the messages I have gotten for you my loves, hope it resonates and makes sense!

Signs - If you are a libra/Sagittarius/Leo/Taurus - Sun/moon/rising, and if you are wearing yellow/white/black/pink/blue tshirt/hoodie/sweatshirt, or i am seeing some of you guys lying, almost sleepy or like phone will fall on your face, if you might be near a charging port or refrigerator, or some of you could be drinking water.

pile 2

(The cards I got for you - ace of wands, 6 of pentacles , knight of pentacles, tower, 10 of wands)

Okay so the very first thing I feel and heard is "let your creativity shine", this pile might be very into artsy stuff, or enjoy the smaller art or moments in life, I am also seeing this group as who is most often percieved as "attractive to others" even if you don't see it yourself, you guys this pile had me, because I see you all go through you numerous amount of backstabbing or family issues, but still i see you, universe is proud of you my loves they will reward you too, and very soon! Okay so let's dive into your reading, so i am seeing and hearing that universe wants to say that, you guys need to apply for the jobs/colleges or even new type of hobbies, that you move, and be passionate about, I am seeing lots of procastination here, so don't actually do something even if its reading a book, it's like make the effort, the energy here is truly lazy ngl, hehe, so moving forward, I am seeing you will be the given a chance to work on a project soon, take that and you will shine, it will be kind of new opportunity for you, which you should take, I also am getting the message to wear what you want some of you could feel self conscious, but i am seeing you want that dress? wear that, step into your power, I am also feeling that you guys should might come across people from past, its upto you if you wanna talk to them or not. I am also feeling that you should help when you can small charity and donation, whatever you wish, and say you are grateful, i know it's cliche but small things like this truly help a lot, you might even start a new job soon, but be careful of the mental and emotional pressure, I am also feeling that, you guys need to rest just for a bit, not procastinating but actually breathe and journal, meditate, I am feeling universe is gonna send you a future partner soon/ or you may have already met them, anyhow! universe is telling you almost some of you might have gone through emotional upheavel or even harsh circumstances weeks/months ago, but don't worry you are gonna get back on track, you are again gonna feel better, you are not stuck you are just human, I also feel all of your stagnant work will be successful! "You are strong, but don't bear all the burdens alone", you don't have to, you dont have to pretend you are okay, cry it out, dance, heal, grow, and use your magic to build something for yourself!

So, that's it pile 2 hope you enjoyed!

Signs - If you are a aries/ saggitarius/virgo/capricorn/gemini - Sun/moon/rising, and if you are wearing tank top, striped tshirt, black/white/dark blue/printed, or some of you could be in car/or your dining room/kitchen while you see this.

Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3

[dottowos]

denique meus es tu.

synopsis: Prime Dottore and the other segments happen to be away from the lab, and Omega sees it as an opportunity to get closer to you… in a way that hasn’t been explored yet.

includes: dottore w/ fem! reader

notes: All of Omega’s pining has finally come to this. Basically just Omega needing you really bad, oral (reader receiving), reader uses no pronouns. I guess now that I reread this, it’s more plot than actual smut but it’s self-indulgent for me so it’s fine. Can be read as a sort of follow-up to this. (Why do I write so much Omega, you ask? Because I have a huge freaking bias, I miss him so much, the cutie deserves love, I’m not sorry.) Minors DNI.

A fine and exceedingly rare opportunity had landed in Omega’s hands. Even the segment was surprised once it came to fruition.

Indeed, all of his other selves had departed the shared lab for a period of time, each for their own reasons. (Save for the child segment, but he didn’t care about him.) Even Prime had not been exempt from this - it had something to do with the Tsaritsa’s orders - but that wasn’t the point Omega was concerned about.

It meant that he would be alone with you. It meant that he would have you all to himself. That was extraordinary news for a selfish segment such as himself. His time with you always ended up being intruded on by the other scholars, much to his annoyance. But this time, that wouldn’t happen. 

And oh, it was as enjoyable as he had predicted, to have your pure and unwavering attention. Naturally, he still had work to take care of, but that didn’t stop you from coming over to bother him anyway. Truly, the segment always loved that cheeky attitude of yours and your attempts to tease him.

This was one such moment.

Skillfully, you had moved all of his paperwork and other items to the edges of his desk, stacking them up carefully (although some threatened to fall down), and leaving a clear, empty space for you to sit down, waiting with a pout on your face.

“Omega, you took so long to return. I was getting so bored without you,” you huffed, although only roughly ten minutes or so had passed since he left. The segment’s lip quirked up in a smile.

“Is that so? It seems that you kept yourself quite busy, however.” Omega cast his gaze upon his newly decorated desk. Well, it was fine. He needed to clean it up soon anyway.

“I had to find somewhere comfortable to sit. This is your office, and yet there’s hardly any proper furniture in here. You need to… remodel or something,” you grumbled, which was actually a fairly valid complaint. His office had the standard large desk and chair, but the rest of it was filled with cabinets, bookshelves, and the like. It was a far cry from Pantalone’s, for example, who always had a comfy couch in his workspace.

“Then, I suppose my seat is unsatisfactory? It does make sense that you would prefer my lap, though,” the scholar weaved in his teasing like it was as easy as breathing, but you decided to ignore his remark and the heat creeping up your neck altogether.

“R-Regardless, you’re wrong and right- but! That’s not the point! The point is that this is my plan to get you to stop working for a bit and pay attention to me,” you triumphantly declared as you crossed your arms, all while Omega was fascinated with your little scheme.

“Oh? Well, do tell. My attention is certainly now all yours,” the Harbinger strolled to you in no hurry. These few days of peace with you were bound to fly by quickly, there was no harm in entertaining you instead of his duties for a little while.

“See, if I sat on your chair, you would still continue working on your feet like all the other times. But now that I’m hogging your desk and holding your work hostage, I’ll just stay here until you agree. In fact, I’m so generous that I propose that we make your favorite sweet treat together.” You laid out your genius plan and smiled as if you were expecting him to concede in that moment.

“… You are aware that I could simply move you from that spot?”

“Well, yes, but… I’ll fight you if you try. But really, you won’t say no to sweets, right? I know you like them! … Also, I hid all of your pens anyway, so if you want them back, you’ll have to satisfy me, or- eep!” You were interrupted midway as two large hands gripped your waist and lifted you into the air with ease. Omega retained his composed smile as you looked down at him with your mouth ajar, feet hovering above the floor.

You were always very much aware of how strong the doctor was, but the way Omega so easily lifted you made your cunt throb with need. You knew it was probably wrong, fantasizing about how effortlessly he’d manhandle you onto his cock, seeing as you only did those sort of things with Dottore, but you couldn’t help it.

You had to force yourself to snap out of that sudden daze before you realized that the segment was now looking at you silently. He had probably said something witty, and you were just staring at him dumbly instead. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yes!” Your voice came out higher than you expected, and you knew that the segment had clued into your sudden change. “Just let me down,” you fumbled in his grip, hoping to make an excuse to quickly flee the scene. Your hands wandered down to his own, where they held you, attempting to pry them off your body, but to no avail. Ah, his hands… unfortunately, they only served to send a few more thoughts into your head. Thick, long fingers that were lovely but hidden by those gloves of his… alright, this was getting out of hand.

Ever the observant man, Omega had easily noticed how your previous playful demeanor had turned shy. For what reason? He was unsure, but would find out, as he placed you back on his desk. You let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived, as now you were conscious of how close the segment was to you, the beak of his mask nearly touching your nose.

“In the span of a minute or so, you went from cocky to deflated. Would you care to explain, or shall I pry it out of you?” Unfortunately for you, you were very much aware of how persistent Omega could be when he wanted something.

“I just wasn’t expecting that. It caught me off guard.”

“You’re not lying,” Omega noted, “but not telling me the full thing, are you?” You pursed your lips and shuffled under his gaze, his body weight leaving no room for escape. Truthfully, you didn’t know how to get out of this, your mind too fuzzy to think of any good excuse.

“I… really can’t tell you… things would get… awkward,” your voice lowered in pitch the more you spoke as you mumbled out the words.

“How so?” Your shoulders sagged as his questioning was relentless. He had you cornered. Alright, it was time to stay quiet. Perhaps he would do his little guessing game, and you’d pretend like he got it right. After all, there was no way he’d guess you were thinking of him fucking you.

Omega continued to peer at you. He had a guess. It was only a guess, a hopeful one at that, but it was an educated guess. It had been a long time since he’d known you, and he patiently bided his time for this moment. Of course, he’d never rush you into anything, as that would be far from enjoyable, but now, he thinks, now is the perfect chance. 

A single finger traced your neck and up your jaw experimentally, watching as you let out a soft gasp.

“I believe I’ve guessed as to what’s been on your mind,” he says, which makes your heart leap to your throat.

“Oh really?”

“Indeed.” Omega pulls away from you, which briefly confuses you, but that quickly disappears and is replaced by shock when the segment casually drops to his knees in front of you, hands tentatively placed on your thighs. You probably would have accidentally kicked him were you not entranced by the sight in front of you.

“I imagine you were thinking something similar to this. Am I correct?” The way Omega spoke as if this was normal made you spew out words frantically.

“What are you doing!” Your words came out more as an exclamation rather than a question, and yet you didn’t make an effort to move. Omega’s grip was gentle, meaning you could easily stop this if you wanted to, but a part of you didn’t want it to stop.

“You didn’t immediately deny it,” he hummed. “And you’re not resisting. But that isn’t a confirmation to my question either,” the scholar continued to probe at you. 

His actions made it harder for you to ignore the growing feeling between your legs. Burying your face in your hands, you let out a small, embarrassed whine, to which the segment didn’t seem to mind, now stroking your thigh almost soothingly. Omega hadn’t exactly planned for the conversation to take this route, but now that it was going this way, he was going to take control of it.

“I can assure you that whatever you were thinking of, I have already thought of before,” he offers in an attempt to make you feel better, which seems to work as you peek an eye out.

“Really?” You begin hopefully, before you’re hit with another thought that makes you droop. “But why?”

Your question makes the segment pause for once. He found it intriguing that you could be cute even while you were dense.

“Why have you thought about me in such a way?” 

“Well… because I love you a lot and you’re very attractive…?” Your words died out as he proceeded to hook one of your legs over his shoulder.

“We’re in agreement then. I, too, feel the same,” Omega says it far more confidently than you, pressing kisses to your leg in idle worship. Your heart starts to thud even faster at what was about to happen before something very important crosses your mind.

“Dottore- Prime-, he’s going to-” You don’t even know how you would face him after being fucked by one of his segments. But more importantly, you wondered what Omega would even say, though the scholar doesn’t seem concerned in the slightest, more focused on the treat in front of him.

“Prime already knew this would happen. He made us. He knows how we think. And we are him, in some capacity. In fact, I would say he’s surprised it’s taken this long. But no one would dare make the first move,” Omega toyed with the band of your pants, all while keeping his gaze on you.

“May I?” You blink slowly at your lover, before nodding in agreement.

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m positive. I’ve been waiting a long time for you, darling,” you don’t have the time to respond before he exposes your clothed cunt. You’re quite embarrassed by the way he pauses to examine your wetness, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“You’re already wet. Now I’m even more curious as to what fantasies you’ve thought of. That’s rather lewd of you, isn’t it?” Omega teases as he moves a finger to brush against your sensitive spot, relishing in your soft moan. He was aware of the hypocrisy of that statement, but you didn’t seem interested in calling him out on it, already gently grinding against his digit. However, as patient as he usually was, he was admittedly in a hurry to see your pretty pussy, and he reaches for your underwear to pull it down completely.

“Wait,” you murmur, and the segment obediently stops. Gently, you reach for his mask and pull it off him, revealing his singular, gleaming eye. “That’s better,” you smile at the sight of his full face and motion for him to go on. Omega does his best to ignore the brief caress of your soft palm, only pulling you closer to him.

At long last, the Harbinger pulls the fabric down, baring your damp hole to him. He hears the hitch of your breath and even how your heart rate has increased greatly, which only serves to make him more eager. He hardly noticed the strain in his own pants in the face of the moment he’s been longing for.

“Relax,” he advises, seeing as you were still a bit nervous, rubbing a gloved finger against your entrance before slipping some of it in. Your reaction is immediate, back arching, and hand cupping your mouth to prevent any odd noises. Omega would let that slide for now, seeing as you’d probably be too overwhelmed to keep that up. He pressed on, pushing his finger deeper inside you as you squeezed around him.

“So good for me, aren’t you?” The scholar praises you before pulling out, which leaves you feeling empty for a brief moment. But he quickly fills you up again with two fingers this time, pumping them in and out of you with ease. At this point, you’re just hoping no one has a report to deliver to his office, seeing as your moans are too much to hide and you’ve started to babble.

“It’s been so long,” you say to no one in particular. “It feels so g-good.” Omega keeps his eye trained on you the whole time, watching your flustered expression. The passing comment makes him wonder about the extent to which Prime Dottore has been neglecting your needs. But he would always take care of you, now that you’ve granted him permission.

Pulling out again, Omega takes a second to taste the essence gathered on his fingers, but not too much. He’d rather taste you properly, pulling you so close to him you were worried you’d fall off the desk at this point. However, any remaining thoughts that didn’t consist of your partner quickly dissipate as he busies himself between your legs.

You’re unsure of how his tongue managed to be so good despite this being his first time, but you can’t be bothered to care as he easily drags moan after moan out of you. Surprisingly, he doesn’t care to be quiet either, making the gushing of your cunt known to both of you.

Your hands made their way to his fluffy hair, gripping it tightly and only pushing him further into you, spurring him on more. Omega’s own hands were now firmly clinging to your thighs, and you were sure he’d leave the crescents of his fingertips in your skin from how hard he gripped you. If anything, you had a feeling he was holding back. A part of you was pleased with his consideration, but you wished to see his deeper thoughts.

The segment, on the other hand, was immersed in the difference between his previous thoughts and reality. Of course, the real thing was usually better than whatever one’s mind could come up with, but it was exceedingly so regarding you. Sucking at your cunt and the feeling of your juices running down his lip only for him to quickly catch it was something he’d savor until next time - because there was no way he’d be satisfied with just one round. No, he had already planned it out, having you writhe in his grip for as long as you could take it, preferably on a more comfortable surface.

Regardless, Omega could tell you were close. The time for him to no longer have to imagine how your lovely face would look when coming…

“Don’t hold back,” he demanded, knowing of your tendency to do so. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure if you heard him properly. Your mind seemed a bit too far gone, which was not a bad thing, of course. But he wondered what you were thinking. Surely, you were enjoying his performance and pleasure. Surely you would return for more… perhaps you’d even choose him over Prime one day…

It was in that longing instance that you finally released, and the segment wasted no time gathering your cum on his tongue, despite your cries of sensitivity. You were simply exquisite, using his fingers to scoop up whatever his tongue could not. You watched on with bleary eyes as he treated you like a divine specimen that couldn’t be wasted.

“You were excellent,” Omega’s the first to speak coherently, aside from your panting. Standing up straight, his tall frame is all you can see in front of you. You part your lips to respond but realize you need just a bit more time before you can speak properly. Your lover notices this and patiently waits for you to recover, stroking your cheek comfortingly. You shiver at the sensation of his gloved fingers, damp from your juices and his tongue.

You wonder what you could possibly say after such an encounter. It felt so damn good, and you ached for his cock, but the whole situation still had you completely flustered. Especially in the face of his glowing red eye, still scrutinizing you in hopes of your opinion.

“Omega, I-” your words are suddenly interrupted by a knock on one of the doors to Omega’s office, which knocks the breath out of you.

“My Lord? I come with a report regarding our latest findings,” the voice of an agent sounds unsuspecting and calm, unaware of the very unprofessional situation currently unfolding in the Harbinger’s office. But the presence of another person so close makes your jaw drop, and before the segment could send the agent away, you’re already fixing your clothes and practically shoving past your partner to escape through another set of doors. Maybe this distraction wasn’t so bad, actually. It would give you time to collect your thoughts and prepare yourself for looking the segment in the eye next time.

Omega was caught off guard at your sudden movement and could only watch as you fled his office in embarrassment, nearly calling out your name before the agent spoke again.

“My Lord? Are you there?” The scholar clicked his tongue in annoyance. He was curious about what you were going to say…

Not to mention, his other pressing issue was quite literally the noticeable hardness that he was left to deal with. But if he was being honest, the outcome of today’s experiments was far more than he anticipated. After all this time and patience, he had finally gotten closer to you, and there was still plenty of time before his other selves returned. Being the calculating man he was, he was not worried.

The Harbinger takes a seat at his desk, ignoring the feeling between his legs. He would get this meeting over with quickly before he relieved himself.

Perhaps next time, you’d be willing to wrap your sweet lips around his cock…

[wanderingblindly]

Tapping the sign in my pinned posts; minors, do NOT interact with me about smut. Ever. I will block you immediately for your own good.

Now, I would like to step on my soapbox about this for a moment, because it’s rarely explained why this is so problematic. It’s more than just minors being at risk for things like grooming — after all, if you have faith in your ability to talk to adults safely, then why should you care? It will also affect the accuracy of your self-perception.

Teenagers naturally want (and need!!) to explore their sexualities in a way that’s safe. And for some teenagers, that includes fiction online. I’m never going to say what you can or cannot read, because I’m not your parent.

But it is NOT normal to do any exploration with adults. And it’s not because minors are “too dumb to understand things” — it’s not about that at all, really.

Talking about sexually driven things with adults when you’re a minor, intentionally or otherwise, can establish that as a normal behavior. If the adult you’re talking isn’t aware that you’re a minor, they may be very nice, they may make you feel seen and heard, and they may make you feel validated. And those things can be really addictive as a teen! It’s fun and exciting and relieving to not be Weird for having these thoughts; it might be aspirational to see adults being candid about their interests, and you want to be like that too.

Accidentally talking to “good” adults may lead you to behave differently than you would around peers, because you want to fit in and match their energy. This may negatively affect the authenticity of your self exploration; are you actually learning about yourself, or are you attempting to mirror people that you admire?

Accidentally talking to “good” adults may open the door to talking to adults who know you’re a minor and want to take advantage. And because you’re desensitized to it, your guard may be dropped; the baseline of what you accept in conversation has changed.

All that said, I — as the responsible adult — remove myself from the equation. I choose to not actively encourage or participate in your exploration, and I prevent potentially unsafe scenarios by doing so. It is part of my responsibility as a mindful adult to actively ensure that minors do not get desensitized to speaking about certain topics with non-peers.

The thesis is this: minors should talk to adults as it pertains to things like life advice, safety concerns. Exploration should be done within your peer group, both for your safety and for the safety of well-intentioned adults who may not realize that you’re so young.

[callsign-rogueone]

unrelated but I was listening to juno (sabrina carpenter) and it got me thinking: which of the gfverse couples are the most kinky in bed? if any? that's all, I hope you're doing well! love your writing, btw!

top three:

it is my firm belief that sawyer and peach are absolute freaks. they’re going at it morning noon and night when they’re at riorson house. sawyer is in charge. he’s a rider and she isn’t, so he definitely has the upper hand strength wise, and she loves it. add in the fact that he’s an executive officer and looks so good in his uniform… it stays on quite often. their dynamic will change a little after his injury, which causes some physical limitations, and with him living in the infirmary for a month, they can’t really do anything. but once he can make it up stairs to her room, all bets are off. and even if she’s on top, he’s still in control. (actively working on this, hehe)

lieutenant colonel brennan sorrengail fucks. duchess is never ever left unsatisfied. he’s also in charge 95% of the time. he just has that stern, commanding but loving energy, that makes you want to be a good girl for him. but it’s also quite fun to rile him up and tease him, and then see him snap. he’s a brat tamer through and through. he’ll spank or edge you until you finally cry and apologize, tell him that you won’t do it again. but be careful what you wish for — if you beg him to let you cum, you’ll be cumming four times that night, until you’re an absolute mess and can’t take it anymore. he’ll take such good care of you after, though <3

dain and love are also at it like rabbits (how’s that gonna go for them, lmao). it’s a constant tug of war with who’s in control, and her signet often comes into play. it’s just so easy to tie him up with little ropes of air, or slightly reduce the amount of oxygen he’s getting, making him dizzy… admittedly, it took a while for dain to be comfortable with not being in control, because of the traditional view that the man is in charge etc etc, and also to build the trust necessary to be okay with stuff like being tied up. but now he’ll do anything for you, as long as you call him a good boy while he does it. he needs that validation and praise like air. also, king of body worship. let him help you undress and kiss every inch of your skin, give you a massage, and then make you cum on his tongue.

honorable mentions:

garrick and angel. similar to sawyer and peach, gare is in charge, and much stronger. he’s able to put her in any position he wants, and manhandle her a bit, which she loves. and the size difference goes crazy. he’s a literal giant, and it’s so hot to see him towering over you while you’re on your knees, or above you, taking up your whole vision. again, it’s all built on the deep trust between them, that he won’t truly hurt her, that she’ll tell him if he does, and that she has the ability to stop him at any time with a word or a gesture. which is the bare minimum of a healthy d/s relationship!

bodhi and darling are also a coin flip to see who is going to be in charge. but often times neither of them is, and they’re just each focusing on the other and pleasing them. once darling gets her wingleader title… that definitely made a few appearances in their bed. he’s also a body worshipper. he just wants to make you feel good.

soft and gentle, and/or need more time to build trust and confidence before they do anything else:

this would be a great opportunity for me to tell you about my plans for liam and spark… apart from the one dragon-induced fuck fest (courtesy of tuile), they’re soft and sweet. they both already have enough pain in their lives, and feel the need to cherish every moment that they can touch. even on that day of him helping her out with her need, he still goes slowly and takes excellent care of her, because he hasn’t told her yet, but he’s deeply in love with her, and because he’s just the sweetest.

in time, ridoc and sweetheart will get up to some kinky shit. she reads, after all. she’s just inexperienced (also actively working on writing their first time!) and needs to be fully comfortable with the vanilla stuff first. once that trust is built, and she’s less anxious, they’ll have some fun, including his ice.

aaric and sunny probably won’t be doing anything for a while, both because demi/ace!aaric is everything to me, and because of sunny’s past issues. once they finally do, it’ll be soft and loving, and he’ll let her be in complete control / on top, so as not to trigger her or make her feel pressured to do anything she doesn’t want to do.

[flowerparrish]

SOAPBOX: On Podfics as Transformative Works

So I decided I wanted to write my SOAPBOX on one thing, after going off on a mini Soapbox the day before challenges dropped for Voiceteam and it gave me an excuse to do it. But then I spent a week thinking about where I wanted this to go, and came up with an adjacent-but-different direction to head it in, whoops?

That said, welcome to my Soapbox on Podfic as a Transformative Work. This will include some of my original ideas such as the inherent podficcer desire to embrace chaos that is evidenced by the way we on the whole flock toward things like texting / social media fics and non-traditional narrative formats, and our desire to embrace the challenge of finding a way to bring those stories to life in audio in a way that fully represents the way they appear on the screen, BUT. More than that, at the core, I really want to talk about WHY podfic is a transformative work, because a lot of people—particularly those who aren't familiar with podfic, and haven't listened to much if any of it—don't seem to understand that it is more than just reading aloud the words of a text.

I get it, I do. At its most basic level, that IS what podfic is, right? That's often how we start to explain podfic; my go-to definition is "you know audiobooks? you know fanfic? cool, imagine audiobooks of fanfic." I stand by that; at its most basic level, that IS what podfic is. And yet one of my favorite things to rant about is that podfic is so much MORE than just an audiobook of a fanfic, or at least DIFFERENT/DISTINCT, in the same way that fanfic as a genre is distinct from traditionally published works. Why? Because podficcers have the same freedom and flexibility, due to the nature of fanworks and the fact that they are created for love and joy, not for profit, to get really weird and experimental with what we're making. You don't have to, obviously; you can make a podfic that is more or less an audiobook of a fanfic and it's perfect valid as a podfic AND as a transformative work—I'll get to that more later. But I think the easiest way to see how transformative something like podfic can be is to listen to something absolutely WILD that a podficcer put their whole soul into, be it through ridiculous voicing or over the top effects, and understand that this is an art not bound by the chains of capitalism in its need to be something that will appeal to the largest possible audience. In fact, podficcers don't get very much interaction on our works, a couple of comments on a single pod is a raging hit as far as we're concerned. People have already done great meta on this point this week, so I won't go too far into it beyond saying—we're not in this for popularity, or even feedback (as nice as it can be to get it); we're doing it for fun and joy and community and, yeah, a little bit of chaos.

Sure, you say, that makes sense. And maybe I can see how a really weird podfic is transformative. But ALL podfic?

Yes. All podfic. Let me put it to you this way: have you ever been in a classroom with a teacher who is just the most boring human you have ever had the misfortune of being forced to learn from? I feel like chances are high most of us have, and if you haven't, you've probably at least witnessed it second-hand from some kind of media. Compare that experience with the joy of learning from someone who is really good at teaching—not just at knowing their subject matter, but at engaging their students in a way that makes learning actually enjoyable, whether or not you're equally invested in the subject.

Podfic is like that. You can have Text-to-Speech read something to you, sure, but comparing it to a real person is like… even if you don't like the real person's style, or the way their audio turned out, it's got LIFE in it. THAT'S what makes podfic transformative. A real person is VOICE-ACTING as they bring a text to life in audio, putting in expression and empathy, and THAT is what makes podfic a transformative form of art.

Do you have to like it? No! Many people don't enjoy listening to audio-based stories, or only enjoy them in certain contexts or formats, and that's fine. But it's not the same thing to say "this isn't for me" and "this isn't actually a work that transforms the original in any way because it's just reading the words aloud". To those people: I challenge you to make a podfic. Any podfic. Learn how to record, and how to narrate, and how to edit, and when you're done, see if you've learned anything from the process about what makes this an art. Because it is enjoyable for those of us who do it, but it is a skill that you learn and practice the same way writing and painting and photo editing and a thousand other skills and art forms are. It is human artistic expression, combined with practical creative skills, and it can be so, so magical. From the most simple narration of a fic to the most complicated multi-voice with sound effects and music, every podfic is a work of art, and in my opinion, if a single person bothers to read this and grapple with that idea, fandom will be better for it.

[sharpth1ng]

Billy loomis? the biggest liar in the room. not just to other people, but to HIMSELF. like yeah, he’s manipulative, he’s violent, he’s a whole-ass serial killer, but at the end of the day? dude is just repressed beyond belief. like he is fighting for his LIFE trying not to be the person he actually is, and here’s why:

The whole murder spree? It wasn’t just about revenge. It wasn’t just about “punishing” Maureen. That was his excuse. The reality? He’s so deep in denial about himself that he’d rather tear apart everything around him than face the fact that he’s not who he says he is.

And that’s the thing—billy is a hypocrite in the most fascinating way. he hates his dad for cheating, for lying, for destroying his “perfect” family. but what does he do? cheat. lie. destroy. calls everyone fake but is constantly performing. acts like he doesn’t care what people think but goes to increasingly extreme lengths to make sure they only ever see what he wants them to see.

Sidney’s just his alibi, his “look at me, I’m normal” card. She’s safe to be with because she won’t push him into anything he doesn’t want to do. Meanwhile, Stu is the one Billy’s actually emotionally (and physically) drawn to. But instead of just being honest, breaking up with Sidney like a normal person, he keeps up the charade. Because he knew ending things with Sid would get people talking. In the ‘90s, people would’ve immediately been like “yo, why’d you dump your hot girlfriend?” and Billy couldn’t deal with that shit.

And that’s why he needed everything to look normal—not just for everyone else, but for Stu too. Having Sidney wasn’t just a cover for the world, it was his way of making sure Stu never started questioning him. If he had a girlfriend, there was nothing to ask. They were just messing around because Sid wouldn’t sleep with him, and that didn’t mean anything about him.

Stu, on the other hand, did care about Tatum in a way, but more as a friend. It wasn’t that he was with her just to keep up appearances, but it also wasn’t the same as what he had with Billy. Because, at the end of the day, Billy was always his priority.

And let’s talk about how manipulative Billy is. People always debate whether Stu was actually into this or if Billy just dragged him into it, and honestly—it’s both. Billy knew Stu had issues with his parents, knew he craved validation, knew he was vulnerable, and he used all of that. Like, do you really think it’s a coincidence Billy told Stu about his murder plan instead of handling it on his own? He wasn’t just picking someone randomly—he picked Stu because he knew he’d never say no.

What Billy didn’t expect was that all that shared trauma would lead to an emotional codependency. Spending this much time with Stu, getting that close to him, would make him start feeling things he wasn’t ready for. And he definitely didn’t plan on developing those feelings. But then again, Stu can read him like a book, so honestly, he probably knew before Billy even did.

And that’s the real tragedy of his character. He could’ve just broken up with Sidney and figured his shit out. He could’ve not murdered people. But he’s so deep in his own repression, his own anger, his own need to control everything, that he convinces himself this is the only way. And by the end? He’s fully unmasked. Not just as a killer, but as himself.

So yeah, Billy can say he doesn’t care, but everything he did screams he cared too much. He needed control—over Stu, over his image, over everything. He was never gonna just let things happen.

(sorry if this is a bit too long, i just really wanted to rant about it)

Honestly yeah, I agree with pretty much all of this, its very much the way I write these characters.

[soulsty]

Reading Houseki No Kuni as someone who struggles with low-empathy:

I’ve seen an occasional joke about how the gems in hnk are incapable of human empathy, and it’s very true, especially when you get to chapter 96. I think that’s a large reason why people don’t like a lot of the gems by the time they finish the story, because they don’t seem to experience much empathy for Phos. (Most of them at least, Euclase definitely does to a degree, but they’re the only one that stands out to me.)

I understand why this makes people upset with them. Phos is collectively all of the fandom’s baby, we all love them, so it’s sometimes hard to like other characters if they have no empathy or remorse towards a character that we love so deeply, and for many, connect with. 

However, I could not, and can never see myself in that position as someone who struggles with low-empathy. My whole life, I always told myself why and how I need to seem like I'm empathetic towards the things people are going through, and it's not that I don’t care, it’s just that my brain doesn’t naturally produce that empathy towards people, and I have actively noticed that when I get too exhausted to force empathy, I feel much colder towards things, and it sucks. I want to feel things for people very deeply, I love my friends with all my heart, and I genuinely feel terrible about feeling apathetic towards the things they experience. 

So reading Houseki No Kuni, as someone who experiences this on a daily basis, one of the lines that stood out to me, so, so, deeply:

“No, and that’s what’s bothering me.”

The context of the line doesn't necessarily speak to what I'm talking about here, since it's more about how Cinnabar feels like they should want Phos by their side, and feels guilty for being happy without them. But that very specific line in a vacuum is exactly it. I don’t, and that’s what’s wrong. I feel like I should, but I just don’t. It's the conversation I've had with myself so many times "do you feel empathy towards this?" "no, and I feel terrible that I can't."

And the fact that Jade agrees, and a few other gems probably would, makes it so impossible for me to hold these things against them. It feels so human to me, despite many people seeing it as decisively inhuman.

Also, Cinnabar shifting away from how they feel, to making that connection to the windy day, the only time Cinnabar had the heart to tell Phos to slow down and take care of themselves, hits me deeply. There’s something so palpable to me about not being emotionally present enough to feel a certain way, and instead relating it to a time when your emotions did feel raw, and real. I've experienced this several times.

Also, benefit of the doubt for the gem lunarians, we don't know when within the 10,000 years chapter 96 takes place. They could've spent months, or even years feeling very compassionately for Phos, and simply moved on by now, we have no idea.

I love all the gems and I love chapter 96, thank you for reading my perspective, maybe this will give you a different viewpoint on some of the gems! Or maybe not! I’m not telling you how to feel about anything! Your opinions were valid as they are, and I understand them, the lack of empathy frustrates me too, believe me lmao

[theoldspark]

I think my biggest issue with Elita in Skybound is that, ultimately, she's just there to prove that Optimus is superior. Her leadership on screen is literally just failures until Cliffjumper's plan.

Like I dunno, there's this, like, backhanded way they say to Elita to trust Cliff. She's just there to be terrible leader until men come in to help her while also telling she ain't special for suffering. Like she's written to be an ass for the sake of making Optimus the better leader. Also just asking thoughts on this. Ignore it if you want, but also, can I get the first anon's skybound critique? can't find it on your blog sry.

Alright, let me get my thoughts in order.

First, going by what you say (since I haven't read the Skybound run yet), I really dislike the idea of presenting a female character’s flaws solely as a way to prop up a male character. Elita-1 has so much potential and I'm all in for imperfect female characters (we really need to stop villainizing or completely avoiding flaws in women. It's just lazy writing to make them do absolutely no wrong and always be right or win in every situation imo), but if the writers are just doing it for the sake of making Optimus better? I don't want it. I genuinely love Optimus’ character, and doing what you claim is a disservice not only to Elita, but Optimus as well, which is pretty ironic considering the possible intention here.

Now, as for the post you linked, I very much agree with everything you say. I've talked so much with a friend about this.

Along with what you mentioned, there is just so much about the characters that is missing to me. What aspired Orion to break the rules and go out of his way to do something no other (cogless) bot was doing? It is never truly explained, and that's a fail on the writers' part considering this is their main character. How am I supposed to sympathize with a character who I don't understand the motivations of? It's wonderful that he wants to make a change and believes cogless bots like him have much more to give and to strive for, but why him? What made him stick out from all the rest and why is it only him that we know had this kind of mindset?

As for your thoughts on D-16, you're absolutely right. In his case, I could totally understand his way of thinking, his attitude and his motivations. We know why he's the way he is, we see him change and grow stronger goals as the film progresses and we finally watch him succeed by the end of it. He checks all the boxes to be the main character, yet Orion is the one introduced as such.

I also don't like how the guy who had the most valid response to everything going on ended up having that ending that doesn't feel earned when all we saw before was understandable rage considering all that transpired. Though I understand Orion's side as well—let the people decide Sentinel's punishment rather than taking that choice away from them by taking revenge for yourself—the writers didn't do a great job at avoiding the racist connotations here.

There is one single line in the movie that really bothered me, too. "I knew it! Deep down, I always felt something was off” Like….what? I have only watched this movie once not long after it came out so don't expect a brilliant memory, but I could swear all I saw from Orion before the truth came out were scenes of him being fully convinced of Sentinel's lies and all his efforts were to help him. Sure, he did show to have a different opinion on the worth of cogless miners, but as I mentioned before, it is never told to us where that sentiment came from. Surely it isn't something random? Am I to believe he was born and never conditioned to think the way every other miner did? Is he more special than the others? Weren't they trying to show us an Optimus who wasn't destined to become Prime but became one because even a small, powerless bot who emerged from the lowest can be greater by doing the right thing?

But that's not all that bothered me about that line, it was the whole delivery of that scene… D-16 is having an existential crisis, B-127 and Elita processing what they've just found out, and there goes Orion: “Damn, I was right all along. Let me say it out loud in a way that barely expresses any devastation after finding out my whole life I've been lied to and discriminated against because of the same guy that claimed to be my saviour!” How is that a realistic response?!? They could've added that later, not right after having the most gut-wrenching revelation of his life! I get he's supposed to be this strong, determined and hopeful guy, but I seriously would've loved to see more emotion for this. (And right after watching Alpha Trion’s recounting of events all he mentioned was what happened to the Matrix, which doesn't sit right with me). He looked more crushed at seeing D-16 rightfully furious than at finding out Sentinel groomed an entire new generation to become the lowest class to fix his crimes.

The most genuine emotion Orion showed in the movie only appeared as consequence of D-16’s actions, and I know we joke about the (b)romance in this movie between Dee and Pax, but it's literally giving love interest whose whole character revolves around the main character. (Of course, in this case, Orion was more than that, but I'm talking about the depth of his character being so tightly tied to Dee while D-16 had a separate arc for himself—realizing the truth and slowly letting himself be consumed by rage and the desire to murder the guy who ruined his life and so many others’.)

I wish I had more to say about B-127, but sadly that's how relevant he was to the plot of the movie. He was the comedic relief and goofy character that could've added so much more being the one character who hinted to the corruption of Sentinel’s rule by having been sent down to a sublevel nobody even knew existed (which could've sparked early suspicions before the revelation) and developing a borderline delirious attitude as a result of his isolation.

Elita-1 is much harder to place here because while she wasn't completely glossed over, her character exists to move the story forward. Everything she did was to help Orion with whatever he needed at that moment. Emotional support, give him that little push, make the High Guard listen to him… How I would've loved for Elita to be a parallel to D-16 at the very least (since they seem to have some essential similarities here and there).

And concerning the High Guard, I really can't remember them doing much aside from fighting. Why were they out there doing nothing, again? I can't even recall how much they knew about Sentinel and the Quintessons or why they never tried to reveal the truth to all of Cybertron if they knew.

Some of the scrapped ideas of the movie provoked more emotion in me than what I would've expected from the film itself.

(And finally, I assume this is the post you're talking about?)

[sunnysam-my]

Okay, I'm back from my superfandom hiatus and have a big one for Sam that I never forgiven the writers for. So, Dean had a daughter… and Sam murdered her because… pure pettiness?

Emma was a biological child of Dean who appeared in S07E13. She was an Amazonian which meant she grew up to a teen in two days since birth. At the biological age of 16 she started growing normally. The Amazonians forced their babies to kill their fathers, but when Emma comes to Dean she explains she doesn't want to be a monster, in reality she is trying to bring his guard down but fails and Dean pulls out a gun. They talk about how they don't actually want to kill their family and Dean tries (quite successful) to convince her to ran away and live a normal life. This is when Sam comes in and despite explaining and protest just kill her with no mercy.

Why? Was it because she was still trying to attack them? Nope. Because he was angry Dean killed Sam's monster ex/friend who had murdered multiple people and would kill again in a heartbeat if her child asked for it (he did however spear the child who did nothing wrong). That is not me reading into it, that's literally the cannon explanation explicitly said in the episode. And you know what happens at the end? Sam is the one that's pissed and fucking Dean has to comfort and cheer him up! Dean who just had his bio child killed in front of him by Sam, meanwhile Sam literally is telling Dean that wasn't his child. In the end it's treated like Dean is in the wrong for mourning his own child and being upset with Sam because Sam keeps making exceptions on what monsters are allowed to live and Dean can't even talk to his own child? Yeah, hate that bullshit.

I think this really highlighted the worst of him. He's petty, he's self righteous, acts like he can do no wrong and expects everyone to agree, he acts like he's the only exception.

And that's just one of my biggest things against him. I absolutely hate how Sam not only constantly disregards Dean's trauma, especially from going to literal hell, he also mocks it. Like, a lot. He is really emotionally and verbally abusive IMO and this post sums it up pretty well.

Ending of S04E21 is enough already on its own to make me hate him. Because Sam has some weird savour complex he despise Dean for being chosen by Angels to save the world. I get the trauma of having demon blood and all that jazz, but he literally says he thinks Dean doesn't deserve and can't possibly save the world. Sam constantly acts like he knows better and is better than everyone while completely ignoring all criticisms, logical arguments and concerns from people around him. He gets pissed and hits Dean when he says Sam is turning himself into a monster because he doesn't trust Dean can stop Lilith (while also whining about Dean not trusting him), which was, you know, literally what was happening, Sam was turning into a demon. You know, you would hope he would get better, apologize and stop acting like this, but nope. This is never truly unpacked. Oh, and the cherry on was Sam being like "You don't know me, you never did" to the person who raised him and gave away his childhood and comfort to raise his brother who just beat him to a pulp. Person who knew exactly how to find said brother despite him being excellent at hiding. Again, this behaviour never really changed or was properly addressed.

I hate how many fans defend his behaviour with "Oh, well, he was under the influence of demon blood so it's basically like drug addiction and that means it doesn't make him a bad person!" WRONG! I don't give a fuck what you are addicted to, if you abuse me you are abusing me, period. Just because you were drunk when you fatally run over someone with your car doesn't change the fact that you killed them, which makes you a killer. Substance abuse and trauma are not valid excuses for abuse. How is that not common sense? Come on.

And there's just so so so much more. I just can't handle him anymore. I hate him so much with each new rewatch.

I know that this is technically still him sucking in relation to Dean but if he did this bs to anyone I would still hate him the same.

is there any people who hate dean or sam that can tell me why without comparing the two. like every anti-dean (or sam) post is like

“dEan hAs dOnE _____ And sAm WouLd nEvEr dO tHaT”

like let’s see some real hate!! tell me you hate dean or sam because they suck even out of relation to other each other!!!!

[zachdanielswhisky]

ngl it’s a little (a lot) fucked up to not only armchair diagnose someone with DID but to post about it in a pretentious and snotty way. like if whomever you’re vagueing about does have DID how do you know they don’t? not everyone who has DID is out about it bc of the stigma around it. also you phrasing it as a moral failing that someone might not know is weird. most people don’t know they have DID until their adults. that entire post came off ignorant.

justifying making that post by saying that they probably don’t follow you anymore is also kinda fucked bc the only thing you’ve done here is show the people who still DO follow you thag not only are you okay with vaguing about someone’s mental illness but that you saw behavior you disliked and clocked it as something that has huge stigma around it. nice to know we all have to monitor our actions around you otherwise we might get an armchair diagnoses of the illness making us annoying to you.

Damb talk about reading into something so much that you come into MY (person with OSDD) ask box and make some bold ass claims lmao

Anyway, you don't need DID to be plural, you don't need a diagnosis to be plural, traumagenic AND endogenic systems are completely valid, tulpas and soulbonds are real even if you or I don't fully understand them, and SOMETIMES, realizing you're plural and that that one character you're extremely invested in and get irked and uncomfortable when they're portrayed differently than your perception of them is actually because they're in your brain and having a visceral reaction to things that are happening that they don't have control over

And frankly it's offensive that you think I meant my post as ANY type of dig at anyone instead of me simply expressing "this realization was so gratifying for me, and I hope other people can get that gratification too at some point because I see my experiences in the way they respond to things", which is in fact, not an armchair diagnosis. It's saying "hey, this helped me, maybe it'll help you and you can look into it on your own"

Anyway, I love being plural, I love the 400 people in my brain, I love my friends who are plural, and if plurality is something that helps anyone find clarity, all the better for them. I'm sorry DID or the like is something that's so scary to you, anon.

[honestlyvan]

Y'know, I don't think it's accurate to say that you can do fandom "wrong", but I do definitely think that there are people out there doing fandom things that are totally cromulent, except they're based on a blatant misreading or at least directly contradict aspects of the texts, and unless they're explicitly labeling their doing of fandom as "adversarial" or otherwise, I would feel comfortable saying they're doing fandom "incorrectly".

[sir-fenris]

Seeing Levon and Delta now aaaaaa. I love to read the chapters as they come up, but gotta say that being able to read them in sequence like I did with the first season of Destroyer is also so cool :D

Commentary time again ✨️

By now, he knew where to reach for the wires without having to look. He hooked one ankle behind the cords, yanking it free from the outlet while his hands pushed the siphon through the open lid of the tank. As the water flowed up into the pipe and down into the plastic bucket, the faint scent of salt permeated the air. The light from the other tanks still illuminated the scene in a ghostly blue, the same glow of his own bioluminescence. As he pressed his forehead lightly against the glass, the fish inside took notice. They were non fearful, studying him just the same.

Aww, that cute. Delta doing tasks is something I like to see, for some reason, and taking care of animals? Just wholesome. Him and the fish studying each other is- aww.

A presence appeared at the end of the corridor. Delta straightened. His arms moved up reflexively to guard himself, the claws of his left hand wrapped delicately around the opposite wrist. His eyes adjusted. It was all darkness at first. Lun gave him that sense sometimes. It was like witnessing a shadow pass over reality. They moved purposely. As they neared, their eyes were wide with eagerness and their fangs were gnashed together with an undisguised guilt.

👀 Guilt, Lun? Why are they feeling guilty?

“You knew. You have known where he was for years.”

Oh. Ooooh, that's where the guilt is from. Hehehehe. I forgot for a sec that Lun was also part of the Levon thing of Paris.

Now I understand the betrayal tag </3...

How could you.

THE BETRAYAL 😭

“You’ve known where he was this entire time and you didn’t tell me. When have I ever asked you for anything? What wouldn’t I do for you? This is the one thing I ask and you -“

I. Am. SHAKING. Delta is so valid for this, honestly.

Too frustrated to finish, his hands clenched up into fists before unfurling, scraping against the scalp as he nearly pulled his own hair out. He could barely breathe.

Awww baby, he's so stressed...

“You said he was mine,” Delta managed.

Hehehehe, I love their dynamic. Fuck, this gave me a special kind of whumperflies. It is commun for vengence stuff to use the sentence "they are mine to kill/get", but considering that Delta literally was owned by Paris, hearing him say "you said he was mine" is ☺️🥂.

And the "you said" is also ☺️🥂, the betrayaaaalll.

The air electrified.

Delta is so cool. Augh.

And he really was. For hours, all there had been was the sensation of falling. The floor was disappearing. There was nothing to grasp at. How could you.

The. Fucking. BETRAYAL. It is so palpable. I'm not usually one for betrayal, but this kind in specific is one that is giving me whumperflies.

“Why are you calling it a kill? They said he’s a prisoner, but if that’s true, why keep it a secret? Why wouldn’t they tell you what they were doing with him? They’re harboring a war criminal, they don’t have a leg to stand on about fairness. He’s not a prisoner. They didn’t punish him. And you’re fine with that. You don’t even care.”

“You were harsher on fucking Iza. You make me go through that whole fucking show trial, you kept me wearing a collar even after it was over. But you let him go. You said it was his fault, why did you let him go?”

............ Fucking hell. Yeah, it must feel so, so unfair for Delta. The trial was really upsetting and distressing, he still had to keep a collar, but Paris just "walked away with no consequences".......

And the "You said it was his fault" AAAAAA, "why did you let him go" OAISOWOEJDIIWKENR. Gosh, I am- aaaaa. All this "you said"s are really doing something to me, omg. Poor baby...

I'm so gonna re-read the beggining of Rubies and the trial again after this.

“Is this about Paris or is this about us?” Levon asked.

Good question. But what about Delta or Paris is not related to one another in some way?

“The reason I did not go poach one of their prisoners is because they can just as easily turn around and ask me why I have the imperial superweapon cooped up in IT. Which one do you think is more damning? The prince is dead. You’re still a live wire and a liability we take on everyday.”

Paris and Delta are both tokens of each side, yikes, so cool.

But the last sentence... ouch, Levon...

“I’m a fucking adult, I can make my own decisions. I left by choice. I’m not just going to cave to t-“

“Down.”

Delta sunk to his knees immediately, going dead silent in the middle of a syllable.

I swear I stayed still on this part for like five minutes, jaw open wide, trying to remember how to breathe. Oh my fucking god. LEVON. LEVON??? Mate, I get your point, but- WOW. That was such an asshole move. And so shocking too, I was NOT expecting this now.......

“Come back. Please. That was too far, I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

YOU BET YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!

“You’re right, okay?” Levon continued. “You had a right to know. Let me make it up to you.”

Hmph.

Delta huffed, but he was listening. He liked when he groveled, liked being fussed over. So few people had the privilege. He was awful for taking it for granted.

I HUFFED TOO ASDJSKSDJDJSJ

And you're not awful for taking it for granted, you have every right to it, Delta. And after what Levon did, groveling and fussing over is a must.

“I’ll gift wrap him for you, Delta, if you swear that’s what you want.”

I forgive him. I get you, Delta, seeing Levon groveling and fussing you over is indeed satisfying.

“…Can I go see him?”

Hear what I am saying, he was behind that fucking glass. I'm telling you, he fucking was. This is before the last chapter and Delta was behind thst fucking glass, I AM NOT CRAZY!

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AAAAAA another one I loved. Oh my god, I'm so so so so excited, I swear. Levon each time making me love him more. Loving Delta more tham I already do is impossible, but he still manages to mess up my heart each time, whumpy superpowerful baby <3

I will have to find an even more super-mega kudos soon enough <3 too many too good chapters. Gimme more, pretty please...

Destroyer (Vol.II)

Liaison

(Content: living weapon whumpee, past trauma, betrayal, power dynamics, conditioning)

The tank’s water needed to be changed weekly to keep the animals inside healthy. In training, they’d apologized to Delta for how tedious it was, but he didn’t mind. He’d offered.

By now, he knew where to reach for the wires without having to look. He hooked one ankle behind the cords, yanking it free from the outlet while his hands pushed the siphon through the open lid of the tank. As the water flowed up into the pipe and down into the plastic bucket, the faint scent of salt permeated the air. The light from the other tanks still illuminated the scene in a ghostly blue, the same glow of his own bioluminescence. As he pressed his forehead lightly against the glass, the fish inside took notice. They were non fearful, studying him just the same.

A presence appeared at the end of the corridor. Delta straightened. His arms moved up reflexively to guard himself, the claws of his left hand wrapped delicately around the opposite wrist. His eyes adjusted. It was all darkness at first. Lun gave him that sense sometimes. It was like witnessing a shadow pass over reality. They moved purposely. As they neared, their eyes were wide with eagerness and their fangs were gnashed together with an undisguised guilt.

~

“You knew. You have known where he was for years.”

Delta had never been so angry in his entire life. He wouldn’t sit down, no matter how many times Levon suggested it. All he could do was pace the confines of the office, self-soothing before rounding on him again with a different point. They weren’t great arguments. Delta was doing his best to keep himself coherent, but he was so upset he could hardly think. That was what it kept coming back to. 

How could you.

Levon leaned back against the edge of the desk, jaw set, refusing to even look up at him for the most part. Delta had never seen him so visibly annoyed. Under normal circumstances, the slightest suggestion of displeasure from him would have been enough to make Delta spiral. But fuck, Delta had never yelled at him like this before.

“You’ve known where he was this entire time and you didn’t tell me. When have I ever asked you for anything? What wouldn’t I do for you? This is the one thing I ask and you -“

Too frustrated to finish, his hands clenched up into fists before unfurling, scraping against the scalp as he nearly pulled his own hair out. He could barely breathe.

“You said he was mine,” Delta managed.

“I didn’t say that and I never would have,” Levon stated. 

His ankle was crossed over the other, hands resting against the edge of the wood grain behind him. It annoyed Delta that he still had the nerve to pose at a time like this. (Though, distantly, he knew he must have lived through several worse crises with the same aura.)

The air electrified.

“Explain it to me. Please, Captain. I’m begging you.”

And he really was. For hours, all there had been was the sensation of falling. The floor was disappearing. There was nothing to grasp at. How could you.

Levon pinched the bridge of his nose. No artifice in his grimace — the pain was real. There was a reason he couldn’t bring himself to look up, Delta figured. Because he knew he was in the wrong, and that was why he hadn’t told him, and that was why he wouldn’t answer.

But he did answer now and he did look up. When his gaze passed over him, it hurt. Delta hadn’t expected it to hurt, but it did. The sheer absence of either anger or resentment in his expression was enough to stun Delta in place for a second, enough to make him want to beg for forgiveness at having ever raised his voice. But the agony of anticipation kept him frozen in place. 

Levon sighed before speaking.

“He was already gone by the time I got there. There were plans to capture him. But when nothing turned up along the planet’s surface, it seemed as though the only explanation was that CTRL had taken him. Or that he’d died somewhere the body couldn’t be found.” That last sentence was half-muttered, wishful thinking. 

“And you let it happen?” Delta stared back incredulously with all his sympathy lost. “They took him, and you were there a day later, and you let him go.”

“They got to him first. We’re meant to be equals, and they already think I’m a control freak. I couldn’t just steal their kill.”

“You ARE a control freak!” Delta exclaimed. “Yes you could have!”

Levon cracked a smile at that, just for a second, and Delta felt his own love swell against his will. 

The anger quickly washed over it again.

“Why are you calling it a kill? They said he’s a prisoner, but if that’s true, why keep it a secret? Why wouldn’t they tell you what they were doing with him? They’re harboring a war criminal, they don’t have a leg to stand on about fairness. He’s not a prisoner. They didn’t punish him. And you’re fine with that. You don’t even care.”

Delta paused to catch his breath.

“You were harsher on fucking Iza. You make me go through that whole fucking show trial, you kept me wearing a collar even after it was over. But you let him go. You said it was his fault, why did you let him go?”

Levon groaned softly at the mention of the trial, tilting his head back towards the ceiling with an uncharacteristic exasperation.

“Is that what this is about? Delta, I don’t know what else I could possibly do to make it up to you. How many times do you want me to apologize?”

“I don’t want anything,” Delta said petulantly. “I’m just saying. It’s not fair.”

It never was. Paris got to do whatever he wanted, to treat people however he felt like, and he never got punished for it. 

“Is this about Paris or is this about us?” Levon asked.

“It’s about Paris,” Delta said through grit teeth. He was absolutely certain of that.

Levon knocked his knuckles against the desk a few times in an anxious and rapid motion — a motion that probably kept him from doing something worse. He straightened up to full height. Though Delta wasn’t close to fear, he still found himself taking a step back.

“Fine. You want to know the real reason?” There was something almost vaudeville in his agitation, becoming steadily less charming as it rose in volume and tempo.

“The reason I did not go poach one of their prisoners is because they can just as easily turn around and ask me why I have the imperial superweapon cooped up in IT. Which one do you think is more damning? The prince is dead. You’re still a live wire and a liability we take on everyday.”

Delta flinched, first at the rebuke, then the implication. The words wouldn’t come to him. When he finally managed, he didn’t hide any of the fear.

“…They know I’m here?”

Levon waved his hand at the wrist dismissively: “A handful of them. As many as us.”

“Does Paris know?”

“No! No, god forbid. Never the twain shall meet.”

He just said it then. Maybe he hadn’t even intended to, but he’d said what he meant. As Delta’s heart rate steadied and slowed, his gaze did not falter. It was still endless and searching.

“Okay.” said Delta quietly. “Forget all that. Forget the legal issues, forget the politics of it. Why didn’t you tell me?”

At that same instant, Delta swore he felt a trickle of blood escape his nose. But when he reached to touch it, there was nothing there. He was bleeding, though. In one way or another. 

Levon’s eyelids lowered, and his leg shifted like he was ready to dig his heels in.

“You were better off not knowing,” the captain said. Because why lie? Delta appreciated the honesty. 

“That wasn’t your call to make,” came the immediate response.

“Wasn’t it, though?” Levon lit up again, head cocked with a mirthless smile. His hands moved up, index fingers extended because he had to make a point. Delta recoiled before he even said anything. He couldn’t take it. Levon spoke anyway.

“Right, that period you were together — famously self-contained, affecting absolutely nobody else, least of all me.” 

“What are you even saying? That we were going to start up again? Do you actually think that little of me?”

“I think that little of him, to be sure. And you were in a very different state when it happened. Not even a year out.”

“I’m a fucking adult, I can make my own decisions. I left by choice. I’m not just going to cave to t-“

“Down.”

Delta sunk to his knees immediately, going dead silent in the middle of a syllable.

There was no sound from either of them. Levon didn’t need to say anything else. Delta was too busy drawing blood from his palms with just how tightly his claws were cutting into them.

He willed himself. Deep breaths. 

He stood up and walked out.

Levon stepped forward immediately after, regret already dawning on his features.

“Come back. Wait a second.”

He didn’t. He pushed the door open, making it a decent way down the hall before Levon caught up.

“Come back. Please. That was too far, I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

The hand at his shoulder was gentle and the tone was sincere, which meant he couldn’t refuse. Delta pouted, but let himself be led back into the office. His knees hurt from just how abruptly he’d hit the ground. He now sat down in the chair he’d been indicated, arms crossed over his chest in a gesture both stubborn and protective.

“You’re right, okay?” Levon continued. “You had a right to know. Let me make it up to you.”

Delta huffed, but he was listening. He liked when he groveled, liked being fussed over. So few people had the privilege. He was awful for taking it for granted.

“Look,” Levon leveled. “It’s the same issue. CTRL wants to keep him. They don’t want us interfering, and they have you as collateral to maintain that. But Paris walked in on my territory. They broke the pact. We’re within our rights to do anything now. So what do you want to do?”

Delta ran his hands back through his hair again. He couldn’t answer. He felt tired enough to cry.

“I’ll gift wrap him for you, Delta, if you swear that’s what you want.”

It was unthinkable. When had it ever mattered what he wanted? His voice was quiet now, tentative, just like he was trained to be.

“…Can I go see him?”

~~~

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[shannonsketches]

he's so important to me

[lightbulb-warning]

so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworks™ or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently

[itspileofgoodthings]

End of last week I kept a teenage boy to help me with something after class as a pretext so that I could speak to him about his attitude, decided at the last minute to say nothing and just let him go with a “have a great weekend” and it’s so funny but I think he knew and sensed that lakskskskss

[sunbunnyyy]

i know i just got here, but seeing all of the laughably bad takes from both sides of the spectrum is convincing me that no, i don’t actually need to be on social media again.