Funny story: I actually found an old mew mew drawing I didn't finish from like... April.. and I remembered the trans week... And it seems we are IN the trans awareness week... apparently.
Gonna strangle (affectionately) @bruciemilf one day but that's okay
Anyway I'm just knees-deep into this one particular scene and it's her fault. Just set the scene with me, hold my hand–
Martha went into labor for what feels like days ago already. Her screams are rhythmic, booming through the halls of Wayne Manor– why did she insist on a house birth?
Why did he let her?
He's a fool and she always is going to get what she wants from him. Now the air suffocates, heavy with an oppressive tension
Agatha rode off to the sunset with bottle of cognac– Jacob is locked outside with a look that can put a man through concrete
The truth is that Thomas could care less about what is happening in the world
Martha can't breath. What she does is ragged, uneven, fast and can't be called breathing
Thomas listens it, her chest heaving loudly, the begging in russian– for the first time in years, he doesn't know what to do
Pain twists in his throat, growing and throbbing
There's so much blood. Crumpled white sheets unsalvageable with crimson, eyes with dark circles beneath
He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what do to do–
His feet heavy like lead, kneeled by Martha's side and praying like momma taught him to–
Gods. Martha is pale. Squirming. Panting, gasping, crying. Coated in sweat, blood and other much less dignified body fluids
All he can do is let her hold his hand numb, let the ears ring with her screams
Her voice wobbles, weakens, and pleads in russian, please, it hurts. Make it stop. Incessantly, and every time his chest squeezes more, pounding like he will throw up his own heart
"Shh, it's okay, dove," he whispers to her hair, pointedly not looking at the blood. "It's going to be okay."
He's not sure. Because he is a doctor and he knows what this hollow silence from Leslie means–
And, gods, how he can love a thing that is causing so much pain to Martha?
Thomas stammers. Everybody said the love is natural; it comes gradually.
Doctors spend an awful amount of time with death
Not the time to think about that
Only that the annoying voice at the back of his head hammers his forehead with a icepick
How comes his heart bubbles with acid, contracts painfully everytime Martha sobs? How come he can't not resent this baby–?
Until her hands leaves his and Martha moves from pure adrenaline onto sitting in her knees to take matters into her own hands, Thomas hands try to cling to her shoulders or stop her no wait don't that or do something but– Bloody thing and bloody hands and infinite red;
And a second cry tores the world with anger and furious tears.
Thomas Junior is born a healthy 9lbs, a glob of red bare flesh, covered in amniotic fluid, mad at the world for being born
Martha's holds her son with all the care and love in the world, hair plastered on her forehead. Smiles ruefully. "He's perfect."
This isn't a disability question, it's a mod question, because I'm curious: mod Sasza, how is your name pronounced? I've been reading it like "Sasha," but I'm not sure if that's right.
Hi! Very much a fair question.
"Sasha" works fine! If you want to be Very Correct, both of the "a" sounds would be much harsher than you would usually say them in English (you can also throw "Sasza" in Google Translate for Polish and it will give the correct pronunciation).
Starting off with some simple definitions ~
neoreligion : a religion created in much more recent years or times.
fult : meaning 'faux cult'- a group similar to a cult in that it is a high control group, though without forcing members to join; a consensual cult.
vocal synth : a 'program', usually represented by an anime-styled character, that can sing when given vocals to read and used with the compatible vocal synthesizer programs.
Now! Off to other important things.
Vocaism (vo-ka-ism) is a neoreligion or fult surrounding the worship of all vocal synths. I started this because of an intense, multi-year long hyperfixation on Hatsune Miku that made me view her as some kind of religious figure. I then began to grow a similar love towards other vocal synths, as they all helped me out of rough patches in many ways.
Here's some more specific details about Vocaism!
All UTAU, VOCALOID, SynthV, ETC. voice banks are individual 'deity' figures in this neoreligion. Fanloids and such are included in this!
Hatsune Miku is considered the 'main deity'- though that doesn't mean you should just worship her.
The beliefs of Vocaists coincide with certain Radqueer beliefs. (generally speaking; pro-para, pro-transid, and supporting others identities no matter how odd.)
Vocaism is based on love and support!
There is no specific way to worship in Vocaism, though listening to vocal synth music counts! (stream Binomi by Maretu- /silly)
Finally, feel free to send any questions you may have about Vocaism! I'd be happy to answer or help with anything ^^
A/N: This was supposed to be with just Rodimus and Drift but Ratchet slipped his way in and Megs and Mags did too. This is what Rodimus gets for having too many husbands.
Pairing: Bot!GN!Reader/Rodimus/Drift(+Ratchet but im not tagging him)
Warnings/Content: Just a lot of fluff. And morning fluff. A lot.
"Drift." Rodimus called out as he tried to wiggle his way out of your arms. You had, unfortunately, confined him to your lap and the berth, your arms wrapped around his waist and pulling him close to your chassis. His cry for help was ignored by Drift, who was trying and failing to hold in his chuckles.
"They won't let me go." Rodimus said grumpily, letting out a grunt as he tried to get out of your grip.
"Mine." You mumbled, burying your face deep into his neck cables.
"Yes, I know. But—" Rodimus let out a grunt as he struggled. You didn't let him go, instead tightening your grip around his waist. "Let me go!"
Rodimus continued to struggle and wriggle more, letting out a surprised yelp when you leaned back and plopped onto the berth, taking you with him.
In the corner of his optics, he saw Drift move towards him and you, and it took only a moment when he realized whay Drift was going to do.
"Drift— Drift, don't you dare!" Rodimus said, narrowing his optics as Drift got in between his legs.
Drift had a mischevious smirk as he plopped onto Rodimus, nuzzling his cheek against the captain's chassis and trapping him in between him and you.
"No! Drift!" Rodimus tried to get out of your and Drift's shared grip, but Drift wrapped his arms around his waist, now putting him in place again. "Ratchet! Get your conjunxes off of me!" Rodimus called out to Ratchet, turning his helm to the amused doctor with a betrayed look.
"Ratchet— we can talk about this— don't come any closer— RATCHET!"
Rodimus did not end up getting up this morning. And Megs and Mags did not help when they came back.
Hello! Can we request a userbox that says "this alter is an asshole" or "this alter is a dickhead" and maybe also a userbox that says "DNI with this alter if you aren't a close friend" :3
I'm too tired to put them in their own post so... here you go >_>