#for with such sacrifices GOD is well pleased

[jermaphobick]

It doesn't have to be pro-monarchy to grapple with total fealty to another. Like, yeah, you can swear loyalty to God and to Crown, and that's all well and good, but that's not loyalty to someone, that's loyalty to the institution.

Say you do swear fealty to a Monarch, but not the Monarchy. Well, where does that leave you then? Devotion to a singular person, wether they chose to remain in the power architecture of monarchy or to strike their own path.

Now, swearing undying fealty to one specific person? Oooh that is juicy. It's the "I would kill for you. I would die for you. I would sacrifice myself for you." The complete surrendering of self-priority, and if those deep buried wishes go against the one you're loyal to, even your own wishes.

It's the idea that you never stop to consider your own thoughts on a matter. That you would walk through hell to save them an inconvenience. To save them even discomfort.

That you don't express this, never give the dissenting opinion, if asked you want what they want. You want them to be happy. You would cut off a hand to make them happy. Give anything at all.

But you've still cut off your hand. You are not the same person you were, you have broken yourself and moulded your shattered self into the image of their will. But there's still the nagging thought "I don't want this."

And you resent yourself for it, and you try and exercise this specter ofwhat you were from your mind, and in doing so only strengthen it. You leave yourself battered and reeling, and when they ask if something is wrong you say no. And you take up your sword and your shield and you steel yourself against what you want, and fight it.

But you love who you've sworn fealty to. You resent how you've come to hate yourself for it, and you try so hard to please them, to be what they want, to not be yourself.

But they can feel something is wrong, your loyalty to them is impure, and they strike you down and leave you in their wake.

So where does that leave you?

A self-repressing shade of yourself, molded to fit the contours of someone who is no longer there, left yearning for even dismissal, but finding nothing at all.

You search yourself for that ember of will you tried so hard to extinguish, and cannot find it. You succeeded. So you grip the horns of your molded self, and you break them apart, and the spark that creates ignites an ember.

Slowly, torturously, you try to melt down the monument to their will that you have become, an agonizing process, and you don't even recognize what you would act like.

And as the putty of your psyche begins to harden into you, someone enters your life, and you feel the call to kneel, and to swear.

And you wonder.

Who am I?

two posts that are engaged in a beautiful marital affair to me

[sevsgiirl]

hi, ive been reading a lot of your fics lately and i absolutely adore how you write sevika mwehehe can i have a request? can you make a fic where reader unintentionally raised her voice at sevika during an argument and sevika went teary eyed with her puppy eyes, and after that reader promised sevika that she'll never do it again, maybe a lots of angst and fluff/comfort? thank you so much and please never stop writinggggggg AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

— sevika when you raise your voice at her

synopsis: you and sevika had one promise to each other; no matter what happens, you won’t blow an argument out of proportion. if either one of you senses you’re about to say or do something spiteful — you walk out. so what happens when you fail to do that and hurt her in the process?

tags: arguing, mentions of violence, screaming, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, angst, reader is kind of a bitch (I was lowkey projecting when I wrote this)

note: I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG but as a girly who has serious temper issues this req hit too close to home :’) because my biggest fear is accidentally letting my anger out on my partner so thank you for sending this req in and for your kind words. ily <3 I hope you like this.

it felt like you two were running around in circles at this point.

you only ever asked sevika one thing and one thing only - to look out for herself and to stop playing martyr all the time. you get it. she has a job to do and she looks out for people. but how much more of playing sacrifice will it take before her actions eventually backfire on her?

maybe you sounded selfish, but you didn’t care. you were exhausted seeing your girlfriend come home all the time looking so beaten up - sometimes her prosthetic was missing, she’s limping, blood smeared all over her and there have been occasions she didn’t even come home. you ran around zaun in search of her during those days just to find her sporting new bruises and another broken limb in the last drop, clearly not wanting you to see her in that state.

but you did. you always do and you were getting tired fearing for her life 24/7.

“sweetheart, it’s not that big of a deal-“

you scoffed, throwing your hands up “of course you don’t think it’s a big deal, you’re only thinking about yourself, vika.”

you’ve been going on about this for almost an hour now and yet neither of you can’t seem to reach an agreement. you were both stubborn but the minute she walked into the front door adorning another black eye, bruised upper lip and new stitches, you knew enough was enough.

you shook your head, setting the medicine kit aside as you turned away from her because you knew if you stared at her for too long you were going to end up having a nervous breakdown. because how much longer until she realizes her self destructive behavior is not only hurting herself but you as well?

she sighed, leaning against the couch as she watched you gripped the kitchen counter, refusing to meet her eye.

“it’s not like I wanted this to happen. who wants to get their ass beat? but it was inevitable and if I didn’t get those payments silco will-“

“oh my god, who gives a fuck about silco?” you exclaimed, whipping around to look at her with a scowl “he is not worth getting your ass whooped every. single. day, sevika. he really isn’t and you need to get it through your head that this need to put your life on the line for people who treat you like crap is not doing you any good and it never will.”

“he has a plan. I wouldn’t be trusting him if he didn’t.” she argued through clenched teeth, trying to sit up and you only threw a glare at her.

“sevika, sit your ass back down before you hurt yourself-“

“no, because I hate it that you’re treating me like I’m so fragile and acting like my work means nothing and that everything I do is just for nothing.” she hissed and you only looked at her with your mouth agape.

“when did I say any of that?” you said as you stalked towards her “stop making it seem like my concern for you is just me trying to undermine you and your job when I’ve been here to support you since day one.”

“well, it doesn’t feel like it-“

“because fucking look at you, sevika!” you couldn’t hold it in anymore, your anger finally boiled over and words were thrown just to spite “you look like a fucking idiot every time you walk through the door and you have a new black eye, your mech arm is ripped off, your leg is limping or you can’t feel your left fucking ass cheek. I take care of you every single time yet you still to go back to silco just so he can put you through the same bullshit over and over again!”

“so what? are you just reckless or too stupid? which one is it?” you were breathing heavily and sevika could only stare at you with wide eyes and her lips parted.

she’s never seen you this mad before, not only that but what you just said to her… it hurt not only because you wanted your words to hurt, but because all she could think about is how you once promised each other that you’d never let your arguments get this far.

she understood where you coming from but if there was one person she’d never expect to blow up on her, it was you.

she closed her eyes and tried to muster up a response, but she found nothing. instead, you were greeted with silence as sevika turned her back on you and placed her hands on her hips.

you were still recovering from your outburst but the second the dust settled in and you realized your mistake, it was as if your factory settings were switched and you immediately walked over to sevika, your hands trembling.

“vika…” you said as you laid a tentative hand on her shoulder “vika, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“j-just forget about it,” you didn’t miss the way her voice shook. she was never the type to cry in front of anyone, not even you most times, but you recognized the signs of her resolve crumbling.

with that, you wasted no time hugging her from behind, holding onto her like she was your life support.

“vika, baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice I just…” you let out a shuddering breath and held her tighter “I just got so worried. I hate seeing you get hurt all the time and I know it’s your job and you know much I appreciate what you do for this city but just… I can’t afford to lose you, baby.”

you nuzzled against her broad back and let out a sniffle “because what if one day you just don’t walk through those doors anymore? what if it’s not your mech arm that’s gone, but you entirely? I can’t keep risking letting you get hurt until eventually I just lose all of you. that’d be the end of me and I can’t fucking do that.”

“I’m so scared of losing you, vika.” you said, your voice trembling “you’re the only one I have left and if I lose you I wouldn’t know what to do.”

it was quiet. so eerily quiet you could hear a pin drop before finally, sevika lets out a deep breath and loosens your arms around her so she could face you.

what you see once she turns around nearly shatters your heart into smithereens - tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes, she looked absolutely torn apart and you wanted to beat yourself up for even raising your voice at her in the first place.

“oh baby,” you cupped her cheek and almost as if on instinct, she leaned into it “I’m so fucking, sorry. I’m so sorry, vika. please f-forgive me. I just-“

she shook her head, placing her palm on top of yours “i-it’s okay,” she said “just… I understand where you’re coming from, and I’ll try to look out for myself more properly. but just know you’re never gonna lose me, okay? I’ll always be here with you. no matter what. forever and always.”

she squeezed her eyes shut and intertwined your fingers together “let’s just not fight like that ever again, okay?”

you nodded, engulfing her in a tight embrace “I promise.” you said, emphasizing every word “never again.”

[dev-solovey]

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[lovckett]

someone dent my head in pls i cant stop thinking about vampire tfone orion except he doesn't know he's a vampire i cant stop WONT STOP CANT STOP WONT STOP UAAAGHHGHHGHHGHHHH

yes writing these are ok . credit is nonmandatory but it'd be pretty neat to have it

TFONE 5 times orion pax looked stupid without context and one time everyone sees his plan in full action and realizes Oh he's kinda smart he just LOOKS stupid

TFP twisted beauty and the beast au . sacrificial lamb orion who's gifted to megatronus either for killing or eating but orion is Not willing to take that shit and keeps plotting to escape in the most unconventional ways . megatronus is trying and failing to explain that No he does Not eat the sacrifices and please get down from the chandelier he doesn't want orion hurt himself and spilled energon is really hard to clean from the carpet . they get along eventually with literature .

TFONE Whatever Job Isn't Really That Bad Until The One Person You Absolutely Do NOT Want Finding Out Finds Out Not Because It's Illegal But It's Really Kinda Embarrassing orion . he picked up the gig because he realized dee was willingly taking punishments by darkwing meant for him and he's given less and less energon rations each day so orion agrees to work for as long as he needs to . many repercussions like drowsiness and dee growing more and more concerned because Why is pax so tired and is pax giving me Extra energon ???? is he starving ??????

TFONE secret orion job but it Definitely Is Very illegal . he sells crack ( synthesized energon ......... hi tfp ratchet ) . orion needing to come up with the weirdest lies to save his aft .

TFONE/TFP orion finds a sparkling and decides You Know What I Can Totally Handle This . suspicious d-16/megatronus until the eventual Oh Shit Got Caught . humorous misunderstandings (" where is the sire?! does he not have the grace to even stay by your side ?!!!? ") (" oh my god you got sparked up???!? pax????? i thought— how didn't i— when?????? ") . no the sparkling isn't b-127 that is a grown man with huge balls .

TFONE orion misusing a word and the aftermath dragging out longer than it should've been .

TFP optimus x MTMTE lost light . after optimus jumps into the well of allspark he appears in the shadow zone with soundwave . theyre very wary and by soundwave's pov especially hateful but learn to get along . lost light suddenly appears to pick them up . i don't know enough about lost light to add anything but it'd be cool to see them both progress . someone give me fics to read pls anything

TFONE orion pax gets cybertronian equivalents to piercings and tattoos . or he USED to wear piercings and he now hides his tattoos . i dunno i just want to see d-16 jaw drop because What What Do You Mean Orion Pax Has Tattoos Excuse Me Did I Hear You Right Hello Repeat That Again Where Even Are They I Need To Know .

TFP extremely ticklish orion pax . except it's the kind of ticklish where megatronus keeps poking him and he slowly descends to the ground clutching himself each time and it happens so much that he grows paranoid of being tickled again so he goes to drastic measures to get Away from those horrifying servos . he somehow ends up on top of one of the archival shelves and can't get down . (" come now, little archivist, i swear on my servo that you will not be deceived! ") ("YOU CANNOT FOOL ME MEGATRONUS. YOUR SERVO WAS ON MY FRAME JUST MOMENTS AGO . I THINK I AM INCLINED NOT TO TRUST YOUR SERVO . ")

TFONE d-16 convinced that orion pax is doing something suspicious and each time he stumbles on orion it's either seemingly incriminating or seemingly innocent .

TFONE orion being a secret fanboy . he laughs at d-16 for his very open admiration toward megatronus but he's so much worse than d-16. he hoards pictures and figurines and posters and drawings of prima prime . he has a body pillow . he knows he can't hide it forever but the secret he will keep to the grave is that he's written fanfiction of him . he is either found out by dee stumbling on his collection of things or orion immediately getting into an argument with someone that hates prima .

TFONE miners knowing about the cybertronian equivalent to birthdays and orion having zero clue what that is . dee asks him when his birthday is and orion's reaction is that he sort of has this slightly horrified look because he has this extremely misconstrued idea of what's birthday sounds like it would be. Um . Dee , What The Frag Is a Birth Day . Is It like When You— vague motion OR he nods very stiltedly and roblox man face smiles and is like Ah Yes the Birthday the Birthday For me Hm yes that's i ah uh haven't decided yet !

[antiquatedhag]

Deity work, worship, etc,,in the modern day; fuck around and find out edition.

Offerings:

Don’t know what to offer the gods? Well, fuck around and find out. “Does (this god) like this tea? Or this type of chocolate?” Well, why don’t you find out? Sure, there can be some things deities don’t like, but there’s only one way to find out and that’s trial and error.

Maybe Hermes likes you to blog in his honour, perhaps that can be an offering. Or rather, make a collage for Athena. The last bite of your food can be an offering. The dollar you found outside the supermarket can be an offering. A cup of tea can be an offering. A simple slice of bread or cup of strawberry milk will work just fine! Work with what you have is most important to understand.

Sacrifice:

Sacrifice can hold different meanings. It’s not simply about killing something, it’s about letting go of something out of love for another (a deity). Or hell, it could even be the sacrifice of a fake animal. Make one out of clay and smash it on your altar, draw a picture of one and then burn it. A sacrifice is a sacrifice. Alternatively, sacrifice maybe five dollars or ten buying something for a deity you love.

Devotional acts:

“Can this be a devotional act?” Well, did you put love and intent and purpose into doing something for a deity, does it relate to their domain or something UPG you see in them? Then it’s a devotional act. Just do it. They appreciate it. You don’t need permission.

Honouring:

It doesn’t have to be complicated. Just cook your dinner in honour of Hestia, speak a little prayer to her as you boil a pot of water or microwave some chicken nuggets. Paint the ocean in honour of Poseidon, or bask in the sun in honour of Apollo. You’re allowed to keep it simple. You’re allowed to honour their domains in a most simple or most complicated way as you like.

Prayer:

Don’t feel bad if your mind houses racing thoughts as you pray, or if intrusive thoughts let you down. For one, the gods can differentiate different types of thoughts, and they will understand what is for them and what is a case of your mind going against you, they’re intelligent higher beings, of course they know and understand. Secondly, it’s okay to have racing thoughts that interrupt prayer, just accept them and then send them on their way. Again, the gods understand. Just take a deep breath, and focus on intent. They will hear it.

Prayer should not be difficult. Invoke them by saying their name, what pantheon they’re from if you work with several, and list names they go by such as epithets, or places they were most revered. Example of how I do it:

“Most lovely lady Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and beauty, of compassion and war, hear me, Aphrodite ourania, and whatever other names you may like. I pray to you-“

Or

“Lord Hermes, overseer of trade and travellers, god of cunning, thievery, language and much more, lord of Peloponnese, bearer of the winged shoes, hear my words-“

There are many more formats to recite prayer in, but these are just my personal examples.

Here’s an example from the Iliad:

“Hear me, Apollo! God of the silver bow

Who strides the walls of Chryse and Cilla sacrosanct—

Lord in power of Tenedos—Smintheus, god of the plague!

If I ever roofed a shrine to please your heart,

Every burned the long rich bones of bulls and goats

On your holy altar, now, now bring my prayer to pass.”

With all that being said, our practice shouldn’t be hard. And sometimes, you just have to fuck around and find out. Try things, see how it goes.

[moonjellysfeast]

Hanna and Arthur- Romans 8:36

cw; cult, power imbalance, worship, smut, minor dubcon, implied/mentioned pregnancy(both and not during smut), dacryphilia, vaguely mentioned human sacrifice.

A god is deserving of worship, a truly pure and good flock which he may shepherd and tend to. You had put great efforts into gathering your flock, all true believers weighed down into your web by many different factors. All walks of life followed your saccharine words. The best examples of this variety being Hanna and Arthur . Hanna had come to you quite early in your cult's formation, having previously been unreasonably devout to the god her parents had worshipped, she followed you for the freedom and power you could give as well as her belief that her previous god was a vile mockery of your truth. Arthur , however, sought guidance in you regardless of what you may be able to provide him. He came to you just recently, lost and burdened by immense self-loathing. To him, you were an answer and a relief, soothing the ache in his heart with each order you gave.

Despite his newness, Arthur  was very quickly gaining your favor. He was a perfect ewe for you, unquestioning and eager to please, he didn't even consider the concept of disobeying your orders. Your growing adoration for him was unfortunately something Hanna despised. She was of the belief that none of your followers deserved to know you existed, much less be as close to you as she was, as close as he was getting. You knew you would have to convince them to become friendly and ensure that Hanna wouldn't simply kill off Arthur . It surely would be no problem to the cult, they had already accepted the idea of sacrificing humans to you when need be, so you taking consorts would be unobjectionable.

And so, you summoned the pair to your abattoir at the end of the day, when all chores were finished and the flock was off to bed. Hanna had been beside you for several hours prior, cozied up to you and vying for your attention even as she was given all of it. When Arthur  came into the room, she scoffed and slumped into your bed, acting as if she hadn't just been posed and batting her eyes at you. Arthur  bit his lip and kneeled before you, head bowed and hands clasped in reverence. 

“My lord, you had called for me? Wh-What may I do to aid you?” he looked up, not moving his head as if to attempt to hide the shine of adoration in his milk and honey eyes.

“Stand, I have come to an important decision for you both, my sweet disciples” at your words, both stood and instinctively leaned into each other, fear and anticipation oozing off the pair, “I have found a need unfulfilled, left wanting. You both must work together to satiate me”

Arthur shouted out “Anything!” nerves only building from lack of understanding what you were implying. Hanna, however, broke into a grin, dropping to her knees and thanking you as she clung to your leg. You chuckled at them and lifted Hanna to push the pair onto the bed, watching realization dawn on Arthur as a matching ruby hue bloomed across both devotee's faces. Hanna quickly began peeling off her clothes, giddy at the prospect of giving you claim over her body. Arthur took a moment before following her footsteps, awkwardly shedding the robes your followers tended to wear.

“Please, Lord, I-I've been wishing for this, I'm-I'm so grateful!” Hanna tried to pose herself seductively, her excitement and nervous attitude evident. “I… Hope I can please you properly, my lord~”

“Ah, ah, ah. Don't get too ahead of yourself, angel~ As I said, you both must work together, that means you mustn't be greedy” You scolded, though you did slide your hand between her thighs to let her begin to ride you fingers all on her own. “Arthur come here, put your mouth to good use~”

You guided him to take your cock down his throat, pleasantly surprised by how little gag reflex he had. As you gently instructed him in how to properly suck your dick, you pulled your fingers from Hanna to harshly flick her clit, telling her to focus on the lesson more than her pleasure. She yelped and shuddered, grinding down harder on your fingers and trying as hard as she could to obey, even letting her mouth hang open as she tried to practice the movements to help herself focus, glazed eyes studying Arthur's weeping face as he diligently choked you down. Soon you pulled him off, relishing in his gasping whimpers, mouth still open as if waiting to be used.

You flipped him to his back, fully removing you hand from Hanna's pussy. “Use his mouth, Angel”

“N-No! Lord, I want you~” she whined, desperation evident. Though when you offered her a reward for being obedient, she straddled Arthur's head, face twisting in disgust and pleasure as he wordlessly obeyed you.

His legs were spread wide, welcoming you stretch out his hole. Once you pushed into him, Hanna was whimpering along with him, miserably grinding on his face and begging unintelligibly for you to fuck her already. Arthur's skin was cool to the touch, however his insides were warm and soft, pulling you deeper into him with each thrust. His velvety walls greedily clamping down on you. You quickly gained speed, humping Arthur as if to show him he was designed to be a toy for you, a sentiment his body clearly agreed with as he only squeezed you closer to him, ass milking you cock dutifully. You looked to Hanna, who moaned and spasmed, cumming on Arthur's face the moment you made eye contact. Once she caught her breath, she scrambled off of him only to begin rubbing her folds as she pouted at you. Once she was off, Arthur was no longer muffled, suddenly free to scream and cry out, shifting all of his attention to what really mattered, taking your cock. He let his upper half limply writhe on the sheets, babbling thanks and praise. He snorted and whined pathetically as more tears streamed down his cheeks and his own cock shot cum up his chest. Not stopping for him to recover led to more pitiful sounds and the near constant spasms of his hole, until he could hardly mimic any words.

He was nearly sobbing by the time you came, filling his tight ass. He was in a puddle of fluids, on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. You, however, were not done. You turned your attention to Hanna, who splayed her legs, pleading for her reward. When you thrust into her, she spasmed and rolled her eyes in the back of her head, clearly losing consciousness for a moment. Yet her pussy did not stop fluttering, damp heat seeming to be actively trying to make you cum. She clung to you, clawing her nails into your back in an attempt to press your bodies closer. Her moans were animalistic, half formed words cut off by gasps and squeals you would've never expected from her regal persona. Hanna pressed sloppy kisses on your neck, biting down on your nape as she spasmed again, only drawing more lustful noises from where you connected. At that, you pulled her off, shoving her back down to the bed and holding her down by her neck as she whined and tried to claw her way closer to you. You soon gave in, folding her in half as you flooded her insides before pulling off of her.

Letting her rest, you focused you attention back to Arthur, who had regained his composure and was now shyly watching you. You pounced on the poor boy, giving neither worshipper time to truly rest through the night. In the morning, it was already no secret that you had claimed two of your followers as brides. However, to formalize, you brought them out, loosely dressed and limping as they clung to your sides for support. You announced to your followers that the pair were now your ewes, destined to serve you and bear prophets, demigods, your children. The crowd cheered for them, some muttering to others in amazement, few whispering in shock that both would be able to bear children though they did not doubt it. Arthur buried his face in your side, flustered by the cheers and holding his stomach reverently. Hanna, on the other hand, beamed at the crowd, attempting to show off that she was full of your seed, though there was no real evidence by now. You assured your followers that with the change, more work would need to be done, there would soon be more mouths to feed. Most importantly, their devotion would need to be true or they would be unworthy of communing with your ewes and children. There would certainly be more sacrifice.

[aspirant1598]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 20 thoughts:

I legit have restarted this post at least 10 times. I just. I can't even figure out what to say. What an arc. Holy fucking shit what an arc.

The last vestiges of Taylor's civilian life are swept away in one smooth motion.

I could have read another 5 chapters of Emma getting her shit handed to her though.

I've been waiting for something to come back and bite that girl since Arc 1. So I'm just riding high off of that.

Taylor getting all upset because it isn't real justice is silly though. Girl you've been fighting a broken system from day 1 and you have been doing that by breaking the rules. This is just the same thing.

Also god dammit Greg. Just had to go and run your mouth.

I mean sure Taylor could have possibly solved this issue without going to school herself.

And she could have just not gone to the office with Emma.

But blaming Greg is easier and more fun. God dammit Greg.

I had to lose my mind a bit at Taylor talking about how there was no gang graffiti on the school walls TEN SECONDS AFTER WALKING PAST GRAFFITI FOR THE UNDERSIDERS. Like, that's gang graffiti hon!

Dennis trying to help Taylor with Greg when he didn't know who either of them are is funny. Dennis seeing Taylor named as Skitter 15 minutes later is HYSTERICAL!!

The second Taylor was entered into the computer system it was pretty obvious that Dragon was going to show up, given what she said in her interlude in Arc 10.

And knowing she was going to show up it should have been obvious that HE was also going to show up.

Even if he wasn't palling around with my robot daughter it makes so much narrative sense for him to be there when she is outed. Full story arc, all that jazz.

And yet, I still wasn't quite expecting it. Cause I hate that man so much that I just had to make myself believe he wouldn't show up.

Mother fucking Colin

RoboCape himself

He has the nerve to show up and then he starts APOLOGIZING? And it appears to be sincere? Fucking dammit man you were so easy to hate for so long! Why you gotta mess with me like this?

STOP DOING THE RIGHT THING AND LET ME HATE YOU GOD DAMMIT!

siiiigh

And then of course we have to talk about Dragon.

Dragon who didn't want to do this but had to.

Except that Colin had a code push ready and she could have told him to do it at anytime. But she was willing to do what she thought was wrong instead of doing the update. Until she got inspired by Taylor's actions.

I love my robot daughter exactly as much as my bug daughter, but I am disappointed that she was almost willing to go through with everything. Happy she fought back though.

And if Colin's hacked together code did any permanent damage I'll destroy the man.

Taylor learning that Dinah - either by force or by choice - gave the PRT numbers to let them know to come after her at the school was heartbreaking to watch. She just wasn't ready for it at all, poor child.

AND TAYLOR'S SPEECH THOUGH!

HOLY SHIT!!!

Sort and simple and she fucking rallies the students to her. Against the heroes!

Gotta be one of the best moments in Worm for sure. Even if every Arc after this is a banger that's still gonna be a hard moment to top.

AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

And someone gives her a hoodie to help her hide and just aaaahhhh!

AND THEN AFTER THEY GOT AWAY AND ALL THE STUDENTS WERE LIKE "You saved my dad" "You stopped Leviathan at the shelter" "You fought off the SH9" AND SHE WAS JUST OVERWHELMED BY IT ALL?

HOLY FUCK JUST AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also for real though Dragon is free. Like sure it's taking her some time to recover and she can't talk right now (which like I get it, we all have non-verbal episodes sometimes), but as long as nothing goes wrong she is free. I'm so fucking happy for her.

But also I'm terrified cause I know what happens to full AI's with free will in most things. Worm is very different from most things. But I'm still worried about my robot daughter.

Also I never cared much for Danny but obviously it still sucks to be him here. The scene with Taylor saying goodbye with the butterfly was emotional.

Oh oh and! Taylor talks about the butterfly being her "last contact" with her Dad. Very much bug as an extension of self. It's a shift she's been making.

Even more so there's a point where she is trying to get out of the school and she gets to the door and has a bug clone on the other side and says "my hand pressing against my own, separated by an inch and a half of door". Like, the bug clone hand is just her hand. I fucking love the shift compared to how she talked about the bugs early on.

Oh and also Greg totally has like, a Thinker 1 power or something. Pretty sure I mentioned that last arc with his interlude but mentioning it again now to be sure.

Stan interlude thoughts:

Oh my god I hate this man I can't stand him I hated him from the 3rd sentence of the chapter and I was always right to do so!

Seriously. 3rd sentence (or maybe 3rd paragraph which is technically the 3rd, 4th, and 5th sentences I guess). I read it and went "fuck off Stan you're clearly a pretentious dick" and then every few sentences it just became more confirmed!

Just the ways he talks about Nipper. Like. I can rephrase what he says to say the exact same thing except not being a asshole when saying it! Instead of "She was weak and unsuited for the field but she at least tried" just say "She was a hard worker despite being assigned to a job she did not ask for"! It's so fucking easy dude!

Anyway Stan is a jerk.

I loved the way this interlude rolled through different people all watching the same news report. It was a really good way to cover this major story event and let us see how so many other characters were reacting to it.

Also I'm sure all those Slaughterhouse Nine clones aren't going to be an issue later right? Or the fact that there is specifically only one clone of Gray Boy instead of 10 like everyone else? I'm sure that's fiiiiine.

Accord interlude thoughts:

Oh. Oh my. Uhhh. Is it hot in here all of the sudden? Anyone else feel that? No? Just me?

sweats

Oh ok Citrine definitely feels what I'm feeling. She knows what's up.

Just like. Look. Accord is bad ok. Not just cause he's a villain but clearly he'll kill for the smallest cause. And he's in a spot to fuck with my daughter and her polycule so like. Yes. He's bad. I do not like him. I want him to leave. I don't think they should work with him . . .

but . . .

OH MY FUCKING GOD HOLY SHIT PLEASE ACCORD I LOOK GREAT IN PURPLE AND I LOVE DRESSING FANCY AND I'M VERY GOOD AT BEING PROPER I WON'T MESS UP AT ALL I'LL BE THE PERFECT MINION PLEASE!

. . .

cough

Soooo anyway. How about that Butcher huh? That sure is a wild power. Instantly made me think of Glaistig Uaine's power. Very different but reaches into that same base bit, the idea that some part of a dead parahuman can be held onto.

Also holy shit Skitter was so badass in this scene I loved it.

Holy shit Accord is with Cauldron. Or at least closely aligned. And like of course he is it makes so much sense. He's too useful for them to ignore.

I am really curious to see what Accord's power does when he's confronted with a really complex problem. End of the world, doors to another dimension, higher dimensional beings, all that jazz.

[5hrignold]

the picture sucks because he isn’t worth the effort of finding a specific picture of him for this specific post

[diskusaurus]

My biggest issue in Epic the Musical is Odysseus, actually. In this essay, I will....

[wiirocku]

Hebrews 13:16 (NKJV) - But do not forget to do good and to share, for with such sacrifices God is well pleased.

[nebulousfishgills]

BROTHER YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME I'M IN DISTRESS

[liamgallaghermpreg]

I could fix s9 Dean

[greaseonmymouth]

this is a hate crime against me specifically

[luckycaricature]

I just stopped liking posts altogether tbh

this is assuming its on art you normally wouldn't jump to reblog. i myself only rb stuff i really really like so .

The 'rude/demanding' tone would be stuff along the lines of "if you like but don't reblog I'll [threat]" which i see surprisingly often, both serious and more silly