#you get spicy answers

[vldunchartedregions]

Season 8, by and large, has been accepted by the fansomto have had massive editing and creative changes; it's been all but confirmed by the crew. Tumblr theorists like Astro_Latte, LeakingHate and others have already pointed to specific original intent for years like Lotor coming back to life or Ezor's death being undone.

Totally aware the team is working on a big BANG of an analysis of S8, but I do have a specific question.

Without giving too much away, can you share some other changes the team has uncovered? Even just as bulletpoints?

Hello, happy weekend. Thank you for the question!

Off note: I haven't mentioned this yet, so I'm putting it out there: I love @astrolatte, truly an icon for the work they've done within the fandom.

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Since you've asked so nicely, here you go!

(These are our findings and all are alleged for entertainment purposes only, cough)

It's not everything but hopefully it's enough to feed the hungry few awaiting our meta:

CUT DIALOGUE: Keith outs himself to Hunk unintentionally on the Clear Day ride. It's a throwback to S8E1: Launch Date, with the Voltron TV show conversation he had with Lance.

Lotor and Allura were in the Blue Lion together at one point.

Romelle is working with Honerva. Dun, dun, dunnnn.

Missing Astral Plane / Time Rift scene right after reality crumbles. (Listen to Dark Heart by Jeremy Shada - one of the many indicators that infers what may have happened in this scene... allegedly *sips tea*)

Shiro was NEVER in the original Collective Consciousness scene in the final episode.

And finally, before I get ahead of myself and spill all the beans:

Lance wasn't alone in the bedroom scene in the final episode.

Isn't it funny when you dig a little deeper and you end up finding the lost city of Atlantis.

We feel like Nicholas Cage in the National Treasure films.

By the way, highly, HIGHLY encourage you all to watch S7E4, The Feud. In doing so, look at everything with "What is the intention of this scene? Why the colours, why this dialogue choice, why the mini golf whale shot, why did Lance get sucked through a tube and into a melting pot, etc." and you'll extract your answers.

Everything has a reason, a parallel, a foreshadow: including dialogue.

Another hint for you:

She-Ra Princesses of Power got the good ending the crew and showrunner wanted, whereas Voltron: Legendary Defender did not.

Thank you for the question! Have a fantastic weekend wherever you are. ☕️

[silverbastardgoldenfool]

[ragnarokhound]

hi fenris. (rlly big fan of ur writing). im still thinking about that theatre au. i was a stage manager for many many years & tim ‘control freak’ drake i think would absolutely love that role.

and with jason as a lead, just him absolutely loving to press tim’s buttons, badgering him to help run lines or go over blocking. the whole cast can see the tension between them and is constantly rolling their eyes about whenever jason starts opening his mouth again.

tim loving to single jason out during rehearsals, they’re always the last two to leave.

the power imbalance between them, tim always getting to boss jason around. but then when things finally come to a head jason taking the lead and talking tim through things. maybe they fuck on the catwalk (👀) right before a rehearsal and tim is just trying sooo hard to keep quiet but jason is doing Everything he can to make him not.

aaaaahhhh hi!! I am ALSO thinking about the theatre au because omg. Dude. DUDE. I was in a couple of productions in early high school, and it's sending me RIGHT BACK THERE.

And oh my god. The original post saw Tim and Jason as rival actors gunning for the lead, but I'm losing my MIND over stage manager Tim fjldsfja [*cough* it's fitting right into the headspace I'm in for my gladiator!Jason WIP *cough* unbalanced power dynamics who* cough cough*] I am SUCH a sucker for that flip flop lmao - I love when one character has all the power EXCEPT in the bedroom fjdlsfja it's tasty self-indulgent food and I am Eating OwO

The Brat (tm) behavior of it all from Jason fjdlksjfa making Tim pay for his power tripping sexual style. It's absolutely serving side characters in the romcom who are always at each other's throats in all of their scenes, but ofc we then later see them making out in a broom closet. 10/10 A+++, got a little spicy with it under the cut lol:

"Nothing to say?" Jason asks lightly.

Rehearsal starts in an hour, a fact which Tim finds about as impossible to ignore as Jason's thigh shoved between his legs. "No corrections? No critiques?" Tim tries not to groan, stifling himself on the heel of his hand; but Jason grabs his wrist. He tugs it behind Tim's back, sliding his other palm further up Tim's chest to wrap around his neck, and Tim gasps wetly. Jason's teeth graze his ear. "No notes for me this time?" Tim swallows, and Jason's fingers clench for just a moment, constricting. "S-sloppy delivery," Tim mutters between clenched teeth. "And your form leaves something to be-- desired-- nn--!" "I'll get right on that," Jason murmurs, and squeezes Tim's throat one more time before he reaches down; as requested.

[halfbaked00q]

For the Bond goes to Q's night club and does bdsm badly [tags: bdsm, s/D AU, subspace]:

I sometimes indulge in reading the s/D alternate universe fics. I'm sure they are super problematic; subs sort of have to go into subspace regularly to be healty and yada yada. So all of this is, ya, know. Not how it works irl. Don't take sex-ed from fics kids, but here's a thing, yeah? Cause I like you sprinkling up my dash with wild little 00q ingredients, and so I baked some trashcan cake for you:

He's hanging from the cross in one of the private rooms. Q has just managed to clear everyone out and is now standing here studying Bond and his disconcertingly back-to-normal breathing pattern. He can look his fill for once; Bond's eyes are closed.

His mind is still buzzing from the confrontation with the other Dom. From the way his thoughts had screeched to a halt when he recognized exactly who was at the cross.

He's come to some rapid realizations, the major one being that Bond is, in fact, a sub. All those times he's donned that macho agent persona have somehow been an act.

It boils Q's blood to know that--

To know what exactly? It shouldn't change anything. 007 is one of MI6's most competent agents; his denomination doesn't change that. Of course not. It makes it more impressive, probably.

But as Q watches the tightly controled way Bond counts each breath, his eyes tightly shut, inches from subspace but unable to quite reach it, he can't help but burn.

Bond must have been so fucking desperate to seek it out like this. He shoudln't have had to. Q should have figured it out. He should have stepped in. Should have known.

There's always been something there. The way Bond--James, really--would sometimes look all washed out, eyes snapping to Q as soon as he entered the room no matter how tired he was. The way he'd buckle against orders, but then relent beautifully when Q laced his voice with command just so. The way Q hadn't been able to stop himself from watching him, even knowing--wrongly, it turns out--that they were incompatible.

Standing here, now, Q feels like he's been cored out by a lightning strike. His insides burn with the realization, with how possessive he feels, how much he needs to be the one taking care of him. To make this right.

All in due time, though. First he's going to take care of this mess. Then there will be time to take them somewhere more private (home). To give Bond care and safety and what he really needs. Q is going to make that happen even if he has to bend the whole of reality to his will, he knows this the way he knows he could take apart nations. He's going to get what he wants and there will be nothing standing in his way.

He takes a breath and centers himself. He can do this.

"James," he says, the name feeling oh-so-right on his lips, "Open your eyes for me."

HELLO. HI. HELLO.

and yea just to repeat what I said before- anon if bdsm aus are bad then I dont wanna be right dot meme. I love bdsm aus and like. cmon are they any more ""problematic"" so-called than, like, A/B/O, or like what ppl have turned Sentinel/Guide AUs into (like the ones where there's an invented society where guides are systematically oppressed dare I say, even, rather like trafficked or enslaved?) etc etc

but um 😳😳😳😳😳 the fact that u took the concept & made it a BDSM AU.... and Bond is a sub that no one knew is a sub, and the way it being BDSM adds an Edge to the "needs the relief of subspace but Can't so seeking like a brute-force override via an excess of pain"....... ough ough ough. i feel like im chewing on a live wire zzzzzzzzztttt. kisses on the moutb for you too mwa mwa ough ough woof

[soaps-mohawk]

I saw the ask about Price maybe topping ghost. Had me thinking about maybe ghost having a rough day and is all riled up and he goes to soap at first but nothing was working so now he resorts to price. While maybe at first Ghost is reluctant and price is all like "Simon poppet, relax and let me take of you" and gets Simon relaxed (iykyk). But it would seem Price would be on bottom for Simon, but we come to find out in very rare instances Simon is a sub.

I'm sorry if this was to far, but it's been on my brain for a minute now

There's very little that I would consider too far for me (seriously just look at last year's kinktober fics 🤭).

I think Price would be the only one that could get Simon close to subbing. He might not fully be able to give in, but if anyone is going to break that man down like that, it's gonna be Price. Simon doesn't allow vulnerability easily, but perhaps on the rare occasion, he might allow someone else he explicitly trusts to take him to that place. 💚

[thecryptidart1st]

mr cryptid, I have a question for you

why does the owl man and possum ship interest you? I fail to see the drive.

Listen, I like my boys to misread each other and suffer a bit before getting into a relationship, but I’m someone who still wants to see the cute fluffy relationship in its purest form. And now Vivianne came in this week with the Angst Spice teasing that she’s going to make things maybe a little too spicy

[antlershade]

I will say it is really funny to see people who used the "you should support genAI or you're ableist" type rhetoric act like it's totally easy to learn to make artistic goods by hand though. Yes, artists should be doing this instead of making dropshipping factory workers manufacture their charms and plushes. Still, it's not easy to learn these skills, especially for disabled artists. so if you don't make the effort to support disabled artists and help them pay for the supplies and time/labor they gotta spend to learn, instead of just shit talking, you look like kind of a jerk I think

basically, here are two groups of people I can guarantee you tumblr users will never care about, as much as they may pretend to for moral purity reasons: disabled artists and exploited workers in other countries

[teecupangel]

Catboy nonny has a thing:

What are some of the worst ways his tail has betrayed his emotions in the past?

There was only one time that Desmond contemplated cutting his own tail.

Just one single moment.

It had been after a hard mission that they barely got out alive from.

Someone had given them the wrong information that almost cost them their lives.

It had been Desmond’s feline reflexes that saved them from being taken in by Abstergo’s security personnel.

And the fact that Berg and his Sigma team was not nearby had been a godsend.

Desmond had been ready to eviscerate the one to give them bad intel.

Bill had nodded when Shaun and Rebecca explained that their mission had been successful even with the bad intel.

He had been quiet the entire time then he looked at Desmond who was seething in the corner and said…

“Good job, son.”

And Desmond’s tail started to swish from side to side.

Desmond could leave with the embarrassment.

But he was mortified.

Because it was a clear show of how he still longed for his father’s approval.

How pathetic.

[quinloki]

Quin👀 I plan to propose to Marco! Here’s the ring:

Think he’ll say yes?

>.>

Are you gonna hold in it your mouth like a good girl and have him slip it on his di--

[angeart]

I have a question about these rambles you're working on. :x you said it edges spice... How spicy would you say they get? And is it mostly spicy stuff?

(I don't normally look at spicy stuff. :x Its not my personal cup of tea. But I'm sure others are gonna enjoy it!!!)

-🎀

hi!! that's a good and valid question.

the start is cute and kind of fun, and then it devolves, but the vibe is there throughout i'd say, from pretty early on?

i call them suggestive, because to me, they don't cross any sort of explicit line. they stay in their underwear, don't touch each other down there at all, and i cut out a lot of bits. it's mostly about them getting dazed and lost in instincts and drunk on each other.

and yes, these are mating instincts (and a bit of a prey/predator clash), and it reflects. the vibe is very much there. grian gets pinned down, and he absolutely wants to be there. there's kisses and bites and claws and they're definitely feeling the heat burning across their skin. a lot of it is about trust and being bewitched and also letting go of control.

so. somewhat spicy! but not too explicitly so? if that makes sense?

[herotome]

How important is sex in a relationship to the ros? Do they have high sex drives, could they live without it? Would any of them maybe struggle a little if MC was asexual?

I have answered this question before!

And here are a couple of follow-ups

from that same month (Dec 2021)

[the-power-of-stuff]

Almighty Empress of Sukka! I have a spicy Sukka question for you:

What are some things that Sokka and/or Suki do (unknowingly or otherwise) that get each other in the mood? Like little quirks or habits or clothes they wear or just random everyday stuff that makes the other go 😯🥵🤤? (For example, maybe Suki drinking a milkshake or slurpee with her lips wrapped around the straw is just a bit too much for Sokka to handle. And maybe when Sokka takes his shirt off after a hot, sweaty workout, not matter how awkwardly he does it, Suki gets a little hot and flustered herself.)

Sorry, that was a lot. 😅 But Sukka’s irrepressibly spontaneous love for each other always makes me want to gush! 🥰

And I know you’re busy with Sukka Week right now, so no rush to answer this at all! I’m very patient.

Lord, have I really been sitting on this ask for nearly two years??

I need you to know, Dearest Anon, that it doesn't feel like I've let this ask go for so long because I have actually had it on my mind that entire time, wanting to answer it and waiting until a good enough answer surfaced.

But I think I was going about it the wrong way. I don't really have a lot of headcanons that exist independently of putting a guy in situations. And if I put a guy in enough situations, I might end up repeating similar ideas until they become headcanons (like my headcanon that Suki has a particular fondness for lotus seed buns).

So! It occurred to me that maybe the best way for me to answer this question would be to put these guys in a situation. And now, at long last, we have...Suki getting really turned on by Sokka cooking... 😏

Suki stepped off the back porch of the house, perched the steamer basket full of rice on her cocked hip, and bit her lip. Framed beautifully in her field of view, amidst a glorious backdrop of lush green foliage and the island’s tumbling, sparkling brook, was Sokka, standing over the makeshift grill he’d thrown together from a large cast iron pot and some wire mesh he’d gotten off one of the fishing boats. The air was fragrant with the savory sweet aroma of seared meat, Sokka expertly working the grill in a calculated dance between flame, timing, and seasoning. And Suki’s mouth was watering. 

“Hey there, grill master,” she crooned as she approached, abandoning the rice on the table that housed Sokka’s setup. She ran one hand over his shoulder, down his back, then lower still so she could squeeze a generous handful of ass cheek. 

He yelped before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, one brow quirked in amusement. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” she said, sidling closer and pressing up against him from behind. Her hands quickly found his hip bones and traced the muscle there before teasing lower by just a few millimeters, and Sokka nearly dropped his tongs. 

“You know Mrs. Kotoji can see us from here…”

Suki turned her head towards her next door neighbor’s house just in time to see the shutters slam shut on one of the windows. “Nothing scandalous for her to see here,” she countered breezily. Then she found the slit in the side of Sokka’s tunic and traced her fingers down his thigh.

“Keep doin’ that and there might be,” he grunted, and Suki chuckled, dropping her forehead between Sokka’s shoulder blades as she laughed. 

“Listen…” she said coyly. With her head still resting against Sokka’s spine, she drew her hands slowly around his hips and up his flanks. “I know you’re still cooking, but once you’re done, you think you could…scandalize me a bit before we eat?”

Something clattered loudly while Sokka fumbled around with the grill, and then suddenly he was whirling around, gripping Suki’s waist and tugging her close. “Tui and La, woman… I will scandalize you so much, you’ll be reading about it in Ba Sing Se next year. In those scandal sheet things. That they circulate in the Upper Ring. Whatever, it made sense in my—” And he cut himself off by closing the distance between his mouth and hers. 

Suki threw her arms around his shoulders, laughing into him as he penguin-stepped them back towards the house. When they collided with one of the porch posts, Sokka used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, slotting one thigh between hers, creating delicious friction for them both. Suki moaned.

“So, you like the way I handle my meat, huh?” Sokka teased, breathy against her lips.

“Oh yeah,” Suki rasped, delighted, sneaking her eager hands back around to Sokka’s backside. “And now it’s my turn.”

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

98 words this time?

“Sounds really hard. And lonely,” Alex says.

“Nah, it’s not that bad.” Alex can feel them shrug. He turns to face them in surprise. When did they get so close?! Alex doesn’t remember moving but they must have both been shifting around enough to have wound up nearly shoulder to shoulder. “It’s what I’m used to, you know?”

Alex gulps. They’re looking at him so earnestly he can’t bear it. He blinks and turns back toward the water. “Yeah,” he agrees quietly. 

They sit in contemplative silence like that for a bit. Shoulder to shoulder, staring out at the moving water.

send a # and i'll add that many words to a wip

[bellysoupset]

I noticed a big chunk of the sickfic writers are actually not INTO it (no judgement), but cruising here with us deviants 😂 so just because i'm curious...

[wishing-stones]

Oh, ask box is open again? Pog, now I can be a menace.

How about you, specifically, DO think about Ink and his oral fixation and how curious he is about how different parts of you will taste and feel to him? :oowao:

BITES YOU

I WILL NOT.

Even if he is curious.

But by god, if I'm gonna get taken down, I'm bringing all of the Ink simps with me.

Imagine how he feels first, phalanges light, careful, testing where is good to touch, where he has permission, where you react the best, before he slowly follows with his tongue. Across the collar, up the neck, nibbling lightly on the ear, all while making self-satisfied little hums when you react favorably.

Imagine his carefulness at exploring more intimate areas, how soft and gentle he is, how his ever-changing eyelights watch your face, and how he doesn't break that eye contact when he once again follows careful touches with his tongue, watching with absolutely rapt attention as you react favorably, how he chuckles softly and makes quiet comments about how you taste and feel, content to mischievously take away any coherent thoughts when he sees them start to surface because he's paying such close attention.

Imagine the quiet gentleness, how he takes his time, soothing any squirming or whining, never moving beyond his content, leisurely pace, shushing you if you get too loud or whimper out his name.

Aaaand Imagine how cuddly and sweet he is in the aftermath, but still with that shit-eating smirk as he cleans off any lingering sweat with diligent swipes of his tongue, laughing at your hazy responses to him.