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ladykailitha · 2 months

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 8

Hello! This story is just cruising on through. I'm about four chapters ahead now and I know it's weird to say with that much story left, I do feel like it's coming to a close.

Today we have Robin taking a bit of initiative regarding Steve's date to the Gala, Steve getting some fun jobs and Chrissy being cute.

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Robin arrived bright and early the next morning to find two very hungover omegas passed out Steve’s sofa, a bucket of mostly eaten glob of goo that was once ice cream, two wine glasses and three empty bottles of wine.

She looked down at the two of them and wondered if this was a pity party or a celebration, it really could have gone either way. She tidied everything away and got water and painkillers for Steve and Chrissy when they woke up.

She settled in a nearby armchair and went through Steve’s requests for his services. She quickly dismissed those on his black list. There were always those that thought the rules didn’t apply to them. She noted the new addition that Troy made and went through his notes on the matter. They were thorough and raised both eyebrows.

Robin knew that the omega escorts that were the cream of the Starcourt crop didn’t like Troy because he came off as a creep, but other handlers loved him. Because Troy was meticulous in his notes. Every person that spared more than a passing glance to Steve got a note. Because that was another thing that set Troy apart from other handlers.

He didn’t believe social events were hands off. Even Robin tended to spend it in the car with Xander unless it was a new client. But not Troy. He got dressed up and stayed on hand in case his omega needed to get out.

But that intensity was why he was only a substitute handler. Starcourt had yet to find an omega that could stand it for long periods of time.

Troy had catalogued every little god damned thing. From the mirco-aggressions from the guests toward the band, the meet-cute of the century, the posturing and bullying from the senator afterwards. He noted that he almost interfered twice.

Once when the alpha bullied his way to Steve’s side when he was talking to the drummer. An alpha who had on his arm a pretty male omega who was obviously his date.

The other was when Lombard had pulled Steve away from talking to Joyce Hopper, another congressman’s bondmate.

But each time, Steve was able to calm the raging alpha, so Troy stayed his hand. But Robin could tell from his notes it was a near thing both times.

Robin licked her lips slowly. She almost wanted to put Troy on Steve for his next event.

She didn’t like how everyone looked down on both Steve and the band. Both were gross separately, but together it raised some serious red flags.

She made a note to talk to Steve about it. His instincts were really good.

She then pulled up Steve’s job requests and wasn’t surprised to see that Senator Lombard was on it. She quickly declined it and sent of the usual black orchids and cutting note.

Usually Steve dictated the note, but Robin didn’t want him pulled back into black hole that was this asshole senator. Plus there was the fact that Steve had put him on the pre-check list and Robin had overridden that.

Succinctly put she sent:

I’m no one’s property.

S. Harrington

She went through the list looking for other black listed members to fob off their requests back to management where they would find someone else or black list them from the company all together.

She went back to her list and gasped and giggled when she saw not one, not two, but three requests that would make Steve giddy as fuck.

She did frown a little at the final request. She would have call him and work out all the specifics because it could cause a lot of problems if mishandled.

Steve would want to do it regardless, if Troy’s notes were anything to go by, but it was Robin’s job to make sure everything was fun for all those involved.

She called the number.

“Hello?” the sleep rough voice answered.

“Hello,” Robin said brightly. “I’m sorry if I woke you, but I’m Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington’s handler.”

She suppressed a grin as she heard him scramble to get up. He cleared his throat.

“Um, yeah,” he mumbled. “How can I help you?”

“Yes,” Robin said. “I saw you had some particular requests for your rut servicing and I wanted to ask some questions about that.”

“Oh!” he said with a grin. “I would be happy to answer any questions you have.”

They spoke for almost twenty minutes but at the end of it, Robin signed off on all three requests.

She was adding them to Steve’s schedule when the man of the hour raised his head from the sofa and blinked at her, sleep rumpled and cute.

Steve mumbled his good morning before padding over to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Once he was sufficiently caffeinated he sat back down on the sofa, careful not jostle the still sleeping Chrissy.

“You two look like you had lots of fun,” Robin said with a big grin.

Steve flipped her off.

Chrissy raised her head and blinked bleary eyed at Robin. When her vision cleared, she squeaked and ran for the bathroom.

Robin raised an eyebrow, but Steve just shrugged. He wasn’t going to tell her shit about the omega’s crush on her.

“Troy left some pretty hair-raising notes about last night,” Robin said wagging her eyebrows, “by the way.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah? What about?”

“A hot rockstar alpha got the ultra professional Steve Harrington to scent in a room full of the elite on heavy scent blockers no less.”

Steve blushed. “The only thing I can think of is that I must have sweated straight through it.”

Robin cocked her head. “Or he was just that hot.”

He took a deep sip of his coffee and looked away.

“Which is why,” she said with a feral grin, “you’ll be happy to note that Eddie Munson has requested you three times for three separate events and three separate jobs.”

Steve straightened up. “There is no way.”

Robin wagged her eyebrows again.

“What did he want?” Steve asked, aiming for nonchalant and missing it by a mile.

Robin pulled out her tablet. “The first one is for next Friday. He wants to do a roleplay. One of your favorites, in fact.”

Steve was suddenly on the other side of the sofa, leaning into her space.

She laughed out loud. “Not the BDSM one, you animal.”

“As if!” Steve huffed swatting at her playfully.

“The meet-cute in crowded hotel bar that leads to sex,” Robin clarified.

Steve gasped, clasping his hands to his chest dramatically. “I haven’t done one of those in so long!”

“And he wants you to wear the dress from last night,” she said with a sly grin. She read the note directly from her tablet. “‘I want to see if the dress drops to floor the way you said it does.’ You want to explain that one to me?”

He blushed to the tips of his ears. “He was asking if it was hard to get in and out of.”

Robin cackled. “You sly dog. No wonder you burst through your scent blockers with a line like that one.”

Steve coughed and looked away. “What’s next?”

“The Grammy’s,” she said, looking back at her tablet. “He wants you to wear something black and slinky. Your choice on suit or dress.”

He raised his eyebrows at that one. Most of the time alphas wanted their dates to be wearing dresses to an event like the Grammy’s.

Instantly he had two outfits enter his head. The first was a short sheath dress with strappy heels and minimal jewelry. The second was tight leather pants, a black suit coat with a mess top underneath and ‘fuck me’ killer heels.

He licked his lips thoughtfully. He would send both to Eddie to see which one he’d prefer.

“Sounds like fun,” Steve said honestly with a small smile.

Robin smiled back. “The last one is a rut servicing with a couple of strange stipulations.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Like what?”

“He wants you to go on birth control, for starters,” she said.

Steve frowned. It wasn’t that unusual of a request. There had been more than a few clients who didn’t believe that all the omegas were infertile and wanted extra protections.

“And no barebacking,” she added with a wince.

“Now that’s just insulting,” Steve huffed. “I can’t pup. It’s an actual thing.”

Robin chewed on her bottom lip. “Look, I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I thought he was being an ass about it. You know I wouldn’t.”

He let out a long shuddering breath. “Did he say why?”

She nodded. “I even looked it up and there was this whole thing. But the TL;dr is that he shared a rut with a non-escort omega who said they were infertile and they weren’t. The female omega tried to get him on the hook for child support, but when they did a paternity test, it wasn’t his. So the court ruled in favor of Eddie, but it was a near thing.”

It was Steve’s turn to wince. Yeah, all right. He had to admit that if he had had that happen to him, he’d be triply sure too.

“Fine.”

“There are a couple other things I just need to go over with you,” she said, “and then you’re all good to go.”

Steve nodded.

“He wants to pay for you to play at being his boyfriend until after the rut servicing,” Robin said.

Steve’s eyebrows went up. “And management is okay with that?”

He had done the boyfriend thing a few times but never with someone as high profile as Eddie Munson.

“According to the notes on the request his new management and Starcourt went over all the details and it’s going to be great publicity for both the band and us.”

Steve frowned, rearing back his head in confusion. “New management? What happened to his old management?”

“Do you remember the creepy gang bang?” Robins asked with a blush.

Steve’s frown deepened. “Yeah, of course. The band was pissed and fired their management...” he said trailing off. “Holy shit!”

She grimaced. “Yeah. Their new manager is Benny Hammond. I can’t imagine what dealing with the other guy would have been like.”

They went over the rest of the stipulations and by the time they were done, Chrissy poked her head out of the bathroom. “Hey, Steve can I borrow some clothes? I got ice cream all down the one side. Somehow.”

Steve laughed. “Sure thing. You know the drawer to pick from. You take from anywhere else and I will hunt you down.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “I know, I know. The rest is for clients only. I’ve got the same set up in my place, you know.”

He just grinned at her.

She huffed and dashed to Steve’s bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her slender form.

He looked over at Robin, who was looking dis-repectively. He threw a pillow at her head and she squawked.

“May I remind you,” he said with a glare, “that you have a girlfriend now?”

Robin sighed. “I know, I know. But you know how I am around hot women, I can’t help but look.”

“I do,” Steve said, “but does Vickie?”

Robin looked down, visibly chastised.

Five minutes later, Chrissy came back out wearing shorts that would have barely covered Steve’s ass, but went down to a respectable length on her and a crop top that hung off one shoulder and again went to her waist.

“It’s really not fair,” Robin said throwing her arms in the air, “how you escorts can look hot in the most basic of clothes. Clothes that would look sloppy on anyone else.”

Steve and Chrissy shared a glance with a grin.

“It’s an art, darling,” Chrissy drawled, tossing her hair back seductively.

Steve giggled.

Chrissy kissed his cheek and waved goodbye to Robin and soon they were alone at last.

“All right,” Robin said, “tell me everything.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Let me get another cup of coffee, and then I’ll spill the tea.”

“Deal.”

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Oops! This is the chapter I realized I had Hopper as both a Congressman and management at Starcourt! Sorry about that. Hopper has been changed in the earlier chapter (not on here) to being Powell so that when I post it to AO3, it won't have the continuity error.

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knightofthenewrepublic · 6 months

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Percy would have worked with Octavian, but the Augur never gave him a chance

(or Why Octavian's actions weren’t justified)

As people spend more and more time critically examining the Riordanvese (often to a fault, it must be said) one of the most common revisionist arguments is to try and absolve the mortal villains of the consequences of their action; usually by exaggerating their motivations. That includes the argument that Octavian was so quick to war partially because he was treated poorly by the Greeks. Particularly by Percy Jackson.

But does that actually hold up?

People will argue that Octavian was not evil, because attacking Camp Halfblood was justified from his perspective; he thought they had broken a truce with New Rome and attacked it. And that would be a fair argument, IF that was the only bad thing Octavian had done, or even the worst thing. It wasn’t. And Octavian had begun trying to trigger conflict well before that. Percy, on the other hand, did his best to prevent it.

The first scene where Percy meets Octavian, is also the first time we see his sinister side. And that is of course when he tries to blackmail Hazel into supporting him for Praetor.

Now there is an aspect of the context of this scene that I think a lot of people overlook; their ages. Octavian is 18, or near enough, and Hazel is 13. This is a guy old enough to vote, (the only one of them who isn’t a child soldier) blackmailing a girl too young to get a learner’s permit. Just before this, Percy says Octavian reminds him of someone; which is obviously a reference to Luke Castellan. This type of nearly grooming behavior would have really reinforced that impression; which explains Percy’s hostile reaction to it.

Percy slipped his hand into his pocket, and grabbed his pen. This guy was blackmailing Hazel. That was obvious. One sign from Hazel, and Percy was ready to bust out Riptide and see how Octavian liked being at the end of a blade.

But Percy keeps these urges internal. He doesn’t voice his anger, and doesn’t give any visible reaction. The other two keep talking like he’s not there. This is a pretty good demonstration of Percy’s hard won self control; on his first day at Camp Half-Blood he doused Clarisse with toilet water for less, without even meaning to.

The next interaction he has with Octavian isn’t much better.

“Recruit,” he [Octavian] asked, “do you have any credentials? Letters of reference?” Percy shifted. “Letters? Um, no.” Octavian wrinkled his nose. Unfair! Hazel wanted to shout. Percy had carried a goddess into camp. What better recommendation could you want? But Octavian’s family had been sending kids to camp for over a century. He loved reminding recruits that they were less important than he was. “No letters,” Octavian said regretfully. “Will any legionnaires stand for him?”

Now just asking this question is obviously standard practice, so Octavian isn’t wrong for that. It’s his condescending reaction that is the unsubtle putdown.

But then things come to a head very quickly, when that night’s game of capture the flag ends in a visit from the god Mars, and the command he delivers; a quest to retrieve the legion Eagle, and free Death.

Now what’s really important here is that, while people often think of Leo attacking Camp Jupiter as the point where Octavian turned against the heroes, THIS is the actual point. THIS is where he goes from being a nuisance to being an antagonist.

It starts in the Senate meeting the next day, when Percy tries to make sense of the situation:

“This Giant, the son of Gaea--he’s the one who defeated your forces thirty years ago. I’m sure of it. Now he’s sitting up there in Alaska with a chained death god, and all your old equipment. He's mustering his armies and sending them south to attack this camp.”

Percy is just repeating what Mars literally told them the night before. Octavian’s reasonable reaction to this is:

“Really?” Octavian said. “You seem to know a lot about our enemy’s plans, Percy Jackson.”

Him, and everyone else who was conscious at the end of the war games.

In spite of being almost outright accused of treason, Percy still keeps his cool. This shows a lot of growth on his part, compared to where he was in the second book of the previous series:

This was so completely unfair, I told Tantalus to go chase a donut, which didn’t help his mood.

After a bit more discussion, Octavian makes his move. First he gets in another insult.

“Mars has clearly chosen the least likely candidates for this quest. Perhaps it is because he considers them the most expendable.”

And then he argues that the senate should not give any of the support that would normally be given to a quest. The odds of them succeeding are already so low; better to use their resources to protect the camp.

It’s pretty easy for us, the readers, to overlook what a dick move this really is. Of course WE know that the heroes are going to come back alive; but in universe, there is nothing to guarantee that. Even a small magical trinket could be the difference between life and death. And Octavian is trying to deny them that.

This could be understandable, if there was any sincerity to it. A sad but necessary sacrifice for the greater good, to protect the camp. But after arguing that all their resources have to be saved for the battle, Octavian proceeds to do nothing with them. When the giant’s army arrives, the legion simply marches out and fights them with conventional ranks and swords. Aside from a few roman scorpions (large crossbows), no specialized weapons are brought out, no magical items are used, they didn’t even build a wall or a trench. So there was no real reason not to give them anything; even if he sincerely believed the quest was doomed, that was all the more reason to help. The right magical tool might have at least given them the chance to get back alive. Depriving the questers served no purpose other than to make them fail.

You can also see this, in the fact that all Octavian’s stated reasons don’t actually win over the senate.

The senators’ eyes moved back and forth between Octavian and Reyna, watching the test of wills. Reyna straightened in her chair. “Very well,” she said tightly. We shall put it to a vote.”

No one gives their support to Octavian before this. The senators are waiting to follow the person they see as more powerful, not the argument that was more convincing.

As for motivations, there is only one that Octavian could have; with the election just days away, he wants to prevent a rival for the praetorship.

Is the fulfillment of an epic quest a silly basis for entrusting someone with supreme executive power? Yes, in the real world, it is. But demigods don’t live in the real world; and in their world, everything revolves around quests. Quests drive every important event in the series, and are the ultimate standard by which the skill and power of a demigod are demonstrated. As Annabeth puts it in TLT:

“At camp you train and train. And that’s all cool and everything, but the real world is where the monsters are. That’s where you learn whether you’re any good or not.”

If Percy returns from a land that wiped out half a legion of demigods, with the long lost legion Eagle, the mob that is Rome will raise him up on the fanciest shield they can find. And Octavian isn’t the only one who has put that together. The very next chapter sees Reyna tell Percy that he could stand for praetor if he succeeds; and we are reminded several times that Octavian is far more politically savvy than she is. If she’s put it together, you can bet that he has.

But going back to the senate meeting itself; we see another example of Percy choosing not to start a conflict with Octavian, even when he seems to be trying to get him killed. Instead, he focuses on the important issues:

Frank jumped to his feet. Before he could start a fight, Percy said, “Fine! No problem. but at least give us transportation.”

Percy is more concerned about succeeding in saving the camp than satisfying any grudges. Octavian is more interested in how many insults he can fit into one meeting.

“A boat!” Octavian turned to the senators. “The son of Neptune wants a boat. Sea travel has never been the Roman way, but he isn’t much of a Roman!”

(The insult proves to be quite a hypocritical one in BOO, when Octavian has boats built to surround Camp Half-Blood.)

Octavian’s next attempt to start a conflict with Percy is slightly more subtle.

They were only halfway across the forum when someone called, “Jackson!” Percy turned and saw Octavian jogging toward them. “What do you want ?” Percy asked. Octavian smiled. “Already decided I’m your enemy? That’s a rash choice Percy. I’m a loyal Roman.” Frank snarled. “You backstabbing, slimy–” Both Percy and Hazel had to restrain him.

Why is Octavian talking about being enemies? It doesn’t say Percy asked angrily, or Percy growled, or Percy glared at him. It’s a very dramatic reaction.

And Percy has done nothing to suggest that he wants to be Octavian’s enemy. Sure he has grown to dislike the augur, as most people would with someone who insults them and blackmails children:

Nico put his finger to his lips. Suddenly all the lares went silent. Some looked alarmed, like their mouths had been glued together. Percy wished he had that power over certain living people . . . like Octavian, for instance.

But he’s been keeping those critical thoughts to himself. He even avoided arguing in the senate meeting so as not to escalate things. The worst thing he’s done was knocking Octavian out during capture-the-flag which was both a perfectly fair move and a good strategy. Hardly something to base a feud on.

Most likely, this is a freudian slip on Octavian’s part. He’s already started to see Percy as an enemy, for no other reason than he might be a rival. That, or it’s an attempt at gaslighting Percy into thinking he somehow provoked Octavian into trying to get him killed. In any case, the augur hardly seems unhappy to see him, and the two legionnaires at his side, go off to their deaths.

Octavian smiled wickedly. “The last person she [Reyna] had a private talk with was Jason Grace. And that was the last time I ever saw him. Good luck and goodbye, Percy Jackson.”

If he’s happy to see them go, he’s certainly not happy when they come back alive.

The look on Octavian’s face was priceless. the centurion stared at Percy with shock, then outrage. Then, when his own troops started to cheer, he had no choice except to join the shouting: “Rome! Rome!”

Not the appropriate reaction when Percy is saving the city, not to mention Octavian’s own life. The auger doesn’t have a single kind word to say.

The Roman symbols burned into Percy’s arm: a trident, SPQR, and a single stripe. It felt like someone was pressing a hot iron into his skin, but Percy managed not to scream. Octavian embraced him and whispered, “I hope it hurt.”

Just before this, Octavian kills a teddy bear and reads the future from it, announcing:

good omens for the coming year–Fortuna would bless them!

It has been suggested that Octavian actually had a very different vision at this moment; that he saw the Argo II opening fire on New Rome, and kept that to himself, but turned against Percy and the other Greeks because of that. This doesn’t seem likely. It would serve his purposes better to share that information; and he would have seen that vision in front of hundreds of demigods hardwired to notice small details, none of whom notice him having any visible reaction to it. Besides which, this can’t be the point when he turns on Percy, since he’s already been trying to sabotage him for most of the book.

Now if there is some big conflict between Percy and Octavian, this is the time for Percy to win it decisively. To use his new power and authority to put the auger in his place.

But Percy doesn’t do that.

“Why should we trust these Greeks?” Octavian was saying. He’d been pacing the senate floor for five minutes, going on and on, trying to counter what Percy had told them about Juno’s plan and the Prophecy of Seven.

Rather than simply steamroll over the discussion, and try to use his authority to silence any opposition, Percy allows Octavian a reasonable amount of time to air his concerns, before finally stepping in with his counter argument.

When Percy lays out the details of why they must join the Greeks, Octavian never comes up with a logical counter argument. Instead, when a messenger reports the Argo II has been spotted, he resorts to paranoid rambling.

“Praetors!” The messenger cried. “What are your orders?” Octavian [who is not a praetor] shot to his feet. “You have to ask?” His face was red with rage. He was strangling his teddy bear. “The omens are horrible! This is a trick, a deception. Beware Greeks bearing gifts!” He jabbed a finger at Percy. “His friends are attacking in a warship. He has led them here. We must attack!”

Yesterday when he last read the entrails, Octavian said the omens were good. Now, they’re suddenly horrible. That pretty well justifies Percy’s growing disregard for Octavian’s auguries.

Not only that; he is accusing Percy of treachery, while at the same time suggesting they attack a ship that can be seen bearing a white flag.

And this is before a single shot has been fired on New Rome. That false-flag attack by Gaea can not be the inciting incident for Octavian’s hostility to the Greeks. Not if what he wanted to do before it happened is the same as what he wanted to do after it happened. The attack is just what incentives the rest of the camp to support him.

The last interaction between Percy and Octavian is pretty much the first two chapters of MOA, where Octavian does his best to offend the Greeks.

“You’re letting these intruders into the camp!”

When Reyna orders Octavian to go make a sacrifice to the gods, Percy adds:

“Good idea. Go burn your bears Octavian.”

An insulting way to put it; but no more so than calling the Greek ambassadors (including a Roman praetor and Percy’s own girlfriend) “intruders.” And no more harsh than the insults Octavian has used for legionnaires below himself, like Frank and Hazel. And Percy has been given enough reason not to trust Octavian’s auguries any more than he trusts him.

The last exchange between them is about the praetorship:

Octavian snorted. “Which means we have three praetors! The rules clearly state we can only have two! “On the bright side,” Percy said, “both Jason and I outrank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up.” Octavian turned as purple as a Roman T-shirt. Jason gave Percy a fist bump.

I can only imagine how long Jason has been waiting for someone to say that to Octavian. It has been suggested this is an abuse of power on Percy’s part, but there is no reason to think so. They are surrounded by the senior officers of the legion, some of whom will be on Octavian's side, and no one raises an objection. And it's not like Octavian actually treats it like an order.

“I’ll step aside for Jason,” Percy said easily. “It’s no biggie.” “No biggie?” Octavian choked. “The praetorship of Rome is no biggie?”

No need to go into detail about how the rest of the series goes. Gaea triggers a war between the Greeks and Romans, and Octavian walks right into it. There is no reason to think he was working for her; but he was plainly looking for an excuse to start hostilities.

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txny-dragon · 4 months

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i think apollo will stay changed after becoming human

first time making something like this. so uh, yeah, kinda sorta analysis after the cut and a lot of this is based off of this analysis and also the toa discord. yeah. let's get this started

i think that apollo will stay "human" even after regaining godhood because that's the point. it's a story about growth, healing, change, hope, and identity. apollo lost his, not just by being put into lester, but his identity, as apollo the god.

and it isn't just apollo. meg is a big one as well, her arc sort of mirroring apollo, with nero being compared to zeus quite often in the narration. i think another arc that sort of mirrors apollo's is reyna. her arc is centered around identity. she needs to find it outside of the senate. apollo needed to find it outside of olympus. and quite ironically, the roman camp is called camp jupiter. and it was reyna that told apollo something he needed to hear. sure, he could never take back all of the shitty things he has done in the past, but he can still do good.

apollo thought he was the worst of the gods, all because he felt. all because he felt devasted when his loved ones died. all because even after all of that pain, he still loved. that is who he is at his core. someone who loves.

the reason he couldn't change at the start was because that man was in denial. but if you ignore his, i will admit this as someone who loves toa, kinda annoying narration and read just his actions, he is actively putting himself at risk to save percy, meg, his kids. he even knows the names of connor and travis, even knowing their personalities enough to know that they are pranksters. because that's who he is behind all of the glitter and blinding smiles. someone who cares, but can't show it.

how can i talk about apollo's change without mentioning jason. jason, i think, is the push that caused him to decide to change. "remember what it's like to be human." apollo and jason both sacrificed themselves for the team, only difference is that jason's stuck. this was his push. that apollo, as the god, could've helped. and that's was what he was going to do.

and in ton, we meet the troglodytes. they called him lester-apollo. lester was used as an epihet for apollo. this is mentioned in the toa server if this rings a bell. lester is now a part of his identity. it's so deeply engrained.

he may forget the people's faces, but their impact will never leave them.

apollo will stay changed because he wants to change. he wants to take those steps. that's what sets him apart from the olympians, the ones who live by one saying. "gods can't change." they can, they just don't want to. because that would mean, admitting what they did wrong and feeling guilt. apollo already was doing this, clear from the song that he sang in tho. he just needed a push.

but there is still hope. the nod from athena showing comradery. the idk what to call it with hera. apollo's trials didn't just impact him, it impacted all of olympus. for better or worse.

sure, maybe he will relapse, turn back into the selfish god he was. but why would you want to believe that? it's a story about hope. so have some.

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cecilioque · 1 year

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VOLO’S OUTFIT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BAD. And here is why I think so...

To begin, we are not talking about the Ginko guild design, we are talking about the “final boss” fit. We all know that Volo’s outfit is dumb, but I’m mad because it was actually thought out and VERY symbolic in the sense that it essentially represented things Volo said/wanted.

I, like everyone else looked at this outfit and went “wow, that is dumb” and then hated on it. Although it is not the most appealing or cool outfit, there was actually a lot of thought that went into it. I could be really over analyzing this, but here is my interpretation.

To begin with, the concept art is a lot more revealing about the intention of the design then the actual game play. On a surface level we see Volo in what I can only assume is a Arceus gijinka cosplay. So the hair, the stars, and color scheme are all elements of Arceu’s design. Cool. Good job especially since Volo had in fact never seen Arceus before.

To fully understand this outfit we have to go back to Hisui and the remains of this so called “ancient civilization”. In the Pokemon world, there is this general idea that the ancient culture was either Roman or Greek inspired. We see evidence in Legends of Arceus by the obvious column heavy architecture and use of Greek Doric columns ( one of the earliest styles of columns used for temples) and in the ruins and temple.

The Temple of Sinnoh is obviously based off of the Parthenon. It’s funny because game freak went as far as to even mimic both Ionic and Doric styles in the Temple of Sinnoh just like the Parthenon. I will go as far to add that the Sinnoh temple is much simpler than the Parthenon due to the fact that it was not embellished with an elaborately carved frieze or any decoration on the exterior for the most part. Bizarre when even the broken ruins have evidence of some sort of ornamentation. It makes complete sense why the game developers chose this style seeing how is is know for being very simplistic. But it also dates it in context. It makes the Temple of Sinnoh the first temple that was build and the others that followed were build as the civilization grew ( thus more elaborate but we can only see the crumbled remains).

I will be ignoring the Snowpoint temple because it is a weird combination of styles and almost seems alien and out of place which very much fits the Regi theme. It is also based on the early game design which was limited and blocky for game space sake.

Ok, heavy Greek and Roman influence. Back to Volo and his obviously Greek and Roman fit. Volo’s name itself means “I wish” in latin and could possibly be a reference to the phrase “volō, ergo sum” (I wish, therefore I am). Very in character since it is the wish for more” and he did everything he could to achieve that.

The actual influence for the design is more Roman in nature. This bothered me because we can see that research and thought went into it, but they just simplified it. And this actually has a point.

To begin with the obvious stuff, we see that volo’s shirt is definitely toga like. It even goes so far to be decorated with a Fibula (brooch)in a way that indicates a higher rank or status. Cool Volo, we get that you think highly of yourself. Color choice is also same as Arceus, but we also know that white togas were also used by senators and high political officers.

Next , the shoes. These are just the basic stereotypical Spirit Halloween Greek god/goddess type of sandals you can get at your local costume shop. This was actually the most disappointing part of the outfit for me. But it makes sense they went with the most simplified and recognizable style. They wanted us to look at this outfit and go “ Wow, Volo has been studying his myths and recreated an outfit”. This is what you could expect someone to create with just a written description of the clothing used during that time.

The necklace is interesting because it stands out so much compared to the gold colors. I am no sure what they were going for here by making it so prominent, but it brings us to an interesting thought. If they necklace does have meaning, it is related directly to the design/shape. The waterdrop could be the Greek symbolism for "tears of grace” or in a sense “gods grace”. The idea that the tears of god water the harvest and provide life. Alternate interpretations could simply be water as a source of life, or a symbol or sadness a mourning. If it is a symbol of of mourning, this might be a clue to why Volo might desire to rewrite the world so much.

Last but not least, the pants. I think we can all decide this is one of the worst parts of the outfit, and to me it is just straight up confusing for two main reasons. For starters, the color green is so prominent when green is an accent color on Arceus. So maybe the color has meaning itself. But if you look at the image above, the color mainly refers to life and “the harvest” (possibly like the necklace). It has a weird connections to life and creation itself, which probably is why it was included in Arceus’ design and makes sense as Volo essentially wants to become the creator of life in a new world.

But this isn’t the part that gets me the most. The second thing that confuses me is the fact that the Greeks and Romans did not use pants. This was because pants were associated with non-Roman/Greek cultures (the Germanic tribes and Vikings) who they looked down upon. On top of that, the Greeks thought pants were feminine and silly. This could also just simply be a design choice because they didn’t wanna draw Volo in a full toga and accidently make him look like Christ. But this leads to my final point of the physical outfit itself.

VOLO’S OUTFIT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD. IT’S SUPPOSED TO LOOK DORKY AND BAD BECAUSE IT WAS FLAWED! This is based on the real world cultures it was based on. And although Volo may have done a lot of research, he still didn’t completely understand ancient culture. It’s bad because Volo made it himself. His outfit was flawed just like his ideology. It is his own interpretation of a culture that he had idolized without truly understanding that this great and ancient culture crumbled. And based off of the architecture of the ruins and temples, it never even reached a prime before it fell.

But Volo thinks its correct/cool/accurate. He is being a fool about it because he didn’t understand the bigger picture and had become consumed with this desire for power and control. This as an idea is really cool and I find it funny that you can also wear the outfit. Its essentially mocking him. If we look at the outfit in this light, the design was a success in getting us to dislike it and evoke this distaste. We didn’t know why, but this is why.

SO IN SUMMARY, OUTFIT WAS BAD ON PURPOSE. It wasn’t thoughtless, in fact there was a lot of research behind it and yet that seems to be thrown out to simplify the design in a way that looks like someone hand made it based off of what they had put together themselves.

But this isn’t my favorite part of the concept art. My favorite part is the hands.

Look at his hands. Why are they in those positions? Wouldn’t it have been easier to create more standard poses? To me the hand gestures here are just too specific. So I started digging around for what they could be on a Art history level. I looked at Non Christian art first and then Christian symbolism within their mosaics, illuminated manuscripts, and paintings. And I found some verrrry interesting similarities. I am not trying to make this religious. I just found some interesting similarities between old Christian art and Volo’s design. Which makes sense if we go back to this Greek/Roman influence because these cultures eventually converted to Christianity. And Arceus is kind of a weird goat god Jesus.

The left hand is where the biggest symbolism is. Basically, this hand gesture has been used to indicate “the hand of god” or the “hand of justice”. Christ sometimes is draw with a similar hand position and could be a sign of the cross, but this would also refer to some sort of divinity. I will also note that Volo is in no way making the classic “blessing” hand gesture.

As for the right hand he is making what I assume is a Greek/Roman orator (speaker) gesture. This would mean that Volo is calling for attention. Note, that I didn't’ compare this to prophets. That’s because orators speak for themselves and prophets for god. And Volo thinks he is god.

Under this context, in the concept art Volo is essentially saying “I am God”. If we add the symbolism of his outfit, it only further solidifies this idea. Volo’s outfit/concept comes together and screams “behold, I am god , the hand of justice. I will be the creator or the new world”. Which is so freaking clever because that’s literally what he tells you.

Sure his hands are switched and lowered compared to actual real world art examples (thank you Game freak for not throwing in actual religious symbols/gestures), but I think the intention is still there. It’s so good that I am mad. So as much as I hate this dumb outfit, I cannot deny that it was well thought out, that the character was well thought out.

To conclude, these are my assumptions. I am not an expert on art history or religion. If you have further insights on this feel free to share. I’d be interested with what others had to add. I the end this could all be wrong and just crazy for overthinking the designs of a pokemon character, but it just seems too intentional to be carelessly thrown together. This is just one possible interpretation.

Though its just more evidence in my mind that a lot of love and care went into developing Legends of Arceus. Despite their limitations and resources.

#volo #arceus #pokemon legend of arceus #legend of arceus #giritina #art history #temple of sinnoh #i can finally rest after typing up this mad assumption #sunny speaks #a special thank you to my friends who heard me ramble about this #and thanks to game freak for actually doing research for their games #its not perfect but an effort was made #pla

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WARNINGS: Monsters battling, demons and angels, religious elements, accurate and inaccurate references, fantasy, dark lore, thriller vibes, not proofread (i know i'm terrible) and scary images......

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Okay, so you all remember that post i made recently where i apologized in advance for some images i was altering to display the face Heelel makes in a particular scene? well.....thats in this chapter and ngl....it's going to give you creepy pasta vibes. so please, read at your own risk, it is a good read but if you get scared easily, just dont scroll all the way through at the bottom of this page (it's at the very end) just know, i had to alter a pic to show you guys just how i imagined his face was like in that partcular scene. and yes....it IS in fact a picture of Heeseung....i just altered the contrast and brightness of it. so please, dont be afraid of Heelel...I promise it gets better....just...dont judge him quite yet. lol.

Also, in case the song is still going by the time you read the caption that says "End song here" just cut it off because its a rather long song....but also....its going to kill the mood of the remaining chapter if you keep playing it. its only supposed to play during a special moment.

last but not least....

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Air crowded by the souls of the lifeless metallic forms that lay in gruesome peace on paved grounds.

It was a pathetic sight for the people to behold of their homeland, such a shame that a scenic nation had to be remembered as such during this turbulent time where humans, angels and demons were all engulfed in war, battling over the survival of man, the pride of angels, and the love of demons.

The battle had been ferocious, each Hellish Prince displayed their thunderous roar into the open atmosphere, yet despite slaying many, there were much more that descended, to replenish those that lay as bits of shrapnel.

They plundered down, and lined themselves to guard their enormous leader, the guide of angels, who rises above all things man made, the archangel Jol. Glaring with a hatred persona in his eye, his attention is distracted by the fearsome contender that matches….maybe even outweighs his ferocity.

The blue sky that beheld what could only be described as an illuminating palace for the Heavens, was now stained fierce red, in mourning for the lives lost of those who had been selected without reason…dying in the name of one man’s corruption.

The scent of death ascending and piercing the blissful appearance of the clear sky, it reeked of metal and city air. In smothered bits and pieces, the angels that sought out your tortured screams and torn flesh, have lost a great deal at the hands of the princely brethren from Hell. Yet you feared that the end was nowhere near at the sight of the opposing end, the angels, increasing by high numbers as they migrate down from the sky.

Alas, such was the deceitful decree of men with corrupt hearts and lustful eyes. The very thesis of evil and sin in the form of mortal flesh, claiming to be of holy virtue and a civil servant of Gods name.

Pointing and issuing the blasphemous words to the skull headed princes before you, one man, Senator Forras, condemns them to forever reside in Hell and to never return to Gods holy land.

Little does he know, that the land we humans had set our mark on, the very grounded paths we trailed and the oceans we sailed, all blessed with the kiss of the Suns rays, was created by the one he displays hostility towards. The one whose name is forever shamed in the scriptures of the Holy Bible, and tainted with persona of cruel evil and fearful sin….Lucifer.

“He created the Sun…right after God created the moon, along with this world. It was his gift to God…”

Nikis retelling echoes in your head. He told you of the wondrous creations that took place years beyond the human mind could ever measure, it remained just as shocking as it had been when you first learned of it….that the vital sources of human life were created by both, God…and the Devil.

Watching from afar, your eyes fully adjust into the wide-open stratosphere, where the Devil’s colossal form reaches past the clouds, glowering a beaming red stare at his opponent who stood nearly of equal stature. Both giants readied themselves.

Perhaps you were thinking too much into it, yet you wondered if Heeseung made the first move in order to propel the towering archangel backwards and away from your location as you remained chained on stage at the city’s center.

Colliding back into the open waters of the sea, the massive limbs, wings, and almighty roars of the two beasts can be seen and heard as their staggering forms wrestle in the saltwater, completely away from all human forms that hid themselves on land.

Witnessing the greatness of their power, the beastly entities unleash a spectacular display of combat, though it lacked the decency of sportsmanship as the archangel, reacting to the upper hand the Devil gained, Jol calls out to his posse of followers, hence turning the tables.

They respond to his cry and suspend their bodies into the air, spearing through the clouds as their lustrous bodies glistened by the last bit of sunlight that remained as dawn approaches.

They format an air-raid as they aim their direction of flight to Heeseung. Harpooning through the air with high velocity, you watched at how each Angel morphs into that of a sharpened spear. Taking aim, they dive into him, penetrating through regions of flesh as they pierce through him one by one.

Despite gaining the attacks from the thousands of metallic forms that targets him, he stands fearless and makes his power be known through his roar. The vibration and terrifying power of his clamor shakes the life out of the metallic angels that had reached close proximity.

Yet the almighty howl of the Devil was not enough, as the angels relentlessly come in, swooping by in a recycling effect as they take turn in diving in.

The moment you heard the stinging screech of the angels from above, you knew that they had ascended to aid their dark ruler.

The six princes, all gather around their elder brother and master, raging fury and destruction to the offensive line as they kept coming in, only to fly directly to their deaths as Sunoo destroyed their hearts from within, or when Jays insects multiplied and took out an entire formation.

Between their individual powers, along with the enhanced capabilities of their demonic forms, each brother became invincible as they successfully defended their King from further damage. Compared to the angels, whose numbers have reached up to thousands, there were only 6 brothers to fend off the tackling creatures as Heeseung remains squared to Jol.

Regardless of the ratio, the fight remained unfair as each Prince took on multiple heads at a time, sealing the fate of angels by rows, groups, or any measure of high numbers as they all seemed to have diminished within minutes, leaving only the two behemoths standing, ready to establish the victor.

Narrowing his red eyes, Heeseung’s form, which displayed a great humanoid structure that adorned the head of the Cervidae species, crowned with the magnificent flaunt of tall antler-horns. His wings reflect the colors of his tainted soul, dreaded in black with a tinge of purple and dark blood hues of red. A total difference from the ash-gray scheme that the others had, but not just the angels. The faithful younger brothers had also adorned the same colored wings that issued them the gift of flight.

You watched as Jol takes in a panicked stance, preparing to lunge towards his opponent, against the waves of the ocean bottom they stood on.

With a loud screech as he formulated saws with his own hands, he equips himself with a series of weapons, bearing his arms with anything and everything the human mind could think of.

‘I told you before….to leave them be…yet you ignored my warning…disregarded my decree. Furthermore…...you took it too far….you crossed the line…you came down from his kingdom, behind his back….to kill her….all for the sake of your stupid pride….you should have heeded my demand…and not mettle with humans…she may be mortal…but I promise you…she is nothing like the rest of them….she’s mine.’

Without a roar or an inch of movement, the Devil stands glorified in his demonic form as he waits, welcoming the fellow archangel to present his best shot.

‘Come on…go ahead. I’m waiting….you’re not going to get out if this….because of what you came for…because of what you had intended to do….because……of what you imagined on doing….to her…’

With a fearsome leap, Jol, in his mighty form plunges forward, presenting every blade, aiming it at Heeseung.

"One chance...you've got one shot...so make it count. Equip yourself and bear your arms with whatever you need...if you want to live.....then you better make it count...otherwise.....I WILL BURN YOU."

Wings spread, mouth open, screeching out a fierce cry as he aims to bring down the master of Hell, for a moment in time, it had appeared that Jol was on his way to victory as Heeseung merely stood, bearing his teeth as he narrowed his gleaming eyes.

Inches away from colliding, Heeseung shoots a hand and catches Jol by his neck in mid flight.

'One chance.....that's all you get....and you just lost it.'

With his free hand, Heeseung extends his fingers. Bringing Jol down into a kneel, cowering his stance before him, everyone, to include the cult regulators and Forras, all watched as Heeseung's extended fingers shoots inside Jol's mouth. With a firm grasp, he takes his other hand, and commences the same movement, prying the archangel's mouth wide open.

The corners of his mouth rip, the tearing of skin exposes bright red flesh as Jol screeches out in agony and struggles to escape the Devil's grip. Once Heeseung had the archangel right here he wanted, he heaves in a deep breath.

His snout extends upwards as he opens his mouth. A loud and fearsome growl emerges as a ball of light could be seen deep within his oral cavity. Shifting his head to the side, he roars. HIs eyes glare down at the pitied angel before him, and with swift motion, Heeseung leans in and expels an exhale of ravaging flames from his mouth, and directly into Jol's.

Swaying his face faintly from left to right, he unleashes the fire's of Hell, coating Jol's innards entirely as the archangel's body begins to burn from the inside.

His skin burns with embers as the flames makes it's way outwards, his limbs and torso, burnt and melting from the lava induced flames, falls apart, drifting away in pieces within the wide open sea.

All you could hear were the panic screams of the crowds as they all ran outward, desperately trying to leave leave and reach outside city limits to escape the almighty demon that had just disintegrated the arch angel before their own eyes.

The cult regulators and Forras rage in panic as they all followed suit of the general public and began to fight each other for the sake of freedom, every man for himself.

Despite the frenzy they committed to in escaping, no one took notice as the seven brothers all merely stood, fully composed and lacked any displayed notion of offending the population.

While still kneeling and chained, you watched from afar as Heeseung's colossal form remains standing...fully composed and quiet. He shifts his head to gaze over his shoulder, right in your direction. His eyes look directly into your own, once locked on, they narrow down as he maintains eye contact. You froze at the sight of his demonic form sinking into your sight. Your breathing stopped at the ungodly sight of his mystical structure.

After a moment or two of shared visual contact, he breaks it by turning his head and releasing one last roar into the night sky, an almighty and fierce tone, you were convinced that every star in the sky shifted from its horrendous velocity.

With his fearsome cry, his body morphs back into the swarm of bats that fly outward and trail the sky towards the great unknown as they disappear off into the horizon.

One week before man was created by God.....

............

Breaching the alter, the three Muses arrive as beckoned.

"Master Elder, you have arrived." The voice of an elder woman gently greets the three visitors.

Bowing in respect, the Master Elder pays his tribute as acknowledges the greeting.

"Calliope, please forgive us for our delay. We came as swiftly as we could."

"Raise your head Master Elder, there is nothing to forgive." the woman, Calliope, a former muse who retired her duties long ago, in order to serve God fully, by aiding his quest to create people. Passing her will to the current Master Elder, Calliope taught the current leader of the group the specialty of expelling embodied knowledge, truth, and invention.

"Pray tell me, Calliope, why is it that we were summoned to the alter? I thought it was forbidden to breach near it." the Master Elder inquires as he gazes upon the magnificent height of the stone pillars surrounding the alter.

"Our Lord has bestowed a unique request. We are to travel through the advancement of time and bear witness to the birth."

"Birth?....the birth of whom?"

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"Of a mortal child."

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"It's time.....y/n...."

Shifting your gaze over to the side, you saw Jungwon standing before you, back in the human form that you were familiar with.

Kneeling down beside you, he effortlessly does away with your restraints. Heeseung was nowhere in sight after his victory in defeating Jol, yet your heartbeat felt as if it was in a standstill.

"I will take you to him." Jungwon's voice remained calm and tranquil as ever.

Trembling, you began to sob faintly.

Lifting your head back up, he presents you his hand to help you stand.

"......will...will there be pain?" you asked nervously. For reasons unknown, you felt more frightened than you had when you were facing death at the hands of the angels. It didn't make sense, yet you couldn't ignore the contrasts in your emotions as you compared the moments together.

His eyes faintly drop to your chest, right where your heart was located, before they shift back up to meet yours directly. Without issuing a verbal response, he simply nods in a faint notion.

Your breath hitches. Facing the direction of where the swarm of bats flew to, you turn back to look at him. With glossy eyes and the tears breaching breakage from your ducts, you trembled out a small request.

"Is....is it too late to pray?....." you asked in a stuttered pitch.

With a soft expression on his face, he shakes his head.

"It's never too late to do that...." a faint smile graces his face as he gently moves a piece of your hair away from your face.

Seeing you display a saddened smile, you shift your posture as you struggled to contain your tears and remain composed.

"Would you like for me to pray with you?" he asks.

You nod in earnest as you chuck back the tears that breached their release.

Taking both your hands, he presses his forehead against yours. With your eyes closed, his calm and gentle voice admits a prayer for the sovereignty of the nation, the peace of the people, and mercy on your soul.

"Oh thee faithful Lord of thy soul....I beseech you to bestow your desired mercy onto your creation...."

Your heart beats slowly. Taking a deep breath, you steadily release it as you relish the feeling of Jungwon's skin touching yours.

"Hail to Sun and Moon, bless the people with the prosperity of love and tenderness, as you intended for them."

Taking in another deep breath, you felt the drop of a single tear trailing down your cheek.

"Have mercy on thy soul...have mercy on the sacrifice this child is destined to accept. Have mercy on her willingness to serve the people...the world.....the goodliest of creations that your holy spirit.....and the great Devil...Lucifer.....have gifted. In your name...."

Gulping down a breath deep into your throat, you braced yourself at the final word of his prayer.

".....Amen."

Opening your eyes, your vision was met with the vast openness of unfamiliar land...Jungwon was nowhere to be found.

Standing alone in a field of soft baby's breath, you gazed into the blackened horizon, where a full display of stars and planetary moons paint the night sky.

"Calliope....forgive me...but if what you're saying is....." the Master Elder's voice trails off as he looks with disbelief at his former mentor.

'She couldn't have possibly just said.....that's....what would happen if.....'

With a faint smile of reassurance, Calliope nods.

"Cal, I do not question the Lord's will....however, this seems unethical. Lucifer wants nothing more than to destroy our master....he yearns to darken his light and forever break his spirit....how...how can we possibly stand by and let this happen? Lucifer will only kill the mortal child off and will still yearn for more bloodshed...he has vowed to kill off humanity and wages a grudging war against God with ever intent in causing his demise...I dont see how....how...."

"You need not worry about that now Master Elder....come with me, bring your disciples. I will show you his ultimate will...." Calliope softly issues as she extends a hand to the Master Elder.

Breaching the alter, the submit prayer as the orb of light captures their forms and transfer their bodies through time, nearly seven thousand years into the future.

"Master Elder....open your eyes, we are here." Calliope gently coaxes the elder as his eyes remained winced shut.

"Where are we exactly?"

"We have arrived in what was once the Ancient lands of Euterpe, it has since inherited a different name, and has been expanded by its inhabitants....'people'."

Studying their surroundings, the Master Elder and his disciples witness at first hand in the future, what people are.

"They look similar to us.....yet they are mortal?"

Calliope nods. "Come with me."

Leading the three muses afar to an old abandon building. Making way up the steel ladder wells, the small group fix themselves on the rooftop, overlooking the vast majority of manmade features and the nearby sea. The night sky coats over the city with a cozy shadow of sleeping comfort as it lays to rest.

"How strange...they look so much like us and yet...they require special necessities in order to thrive." The Master Elder notes.

"They do...and yet they are far greater than any of us...." Calliope issues back as she takes out from the hidden pockets of her robe, a small vial and a locket.

"Is that....?" the Master Elder gasps.

"It is...."

Hearing her response, the Master Elder winces his eyes shut in bewilderment as he absorbs the gravity of what was about to transpire.

'.....my God.......'

With closed eyes, Calliope submits a small smile as she regains her sight and turns to look at the Master Elder and the two younger muses.

"Its time...."

"Calliope.....is he sure about this? We are talking about creating a mortal for the mere purpose of......"

He pauses as his breath loses momentum, '.........sacrificing to the Devil...."

With a faint nod, Calliope displays an expression of trust and fidelity.

"We must trust in his will.....do you accept and will you bear witness to the birth?" She asks, presenting an ultimatum towards her peer.

Hesitant, the Master Elder succumbs to the trust of his master, and nods.

"Very well.....then we are ready...." Calliope softly speaks as she gazes up at the dark sky, taking aim at every star as they glisten.

"The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits.....

The blade and chalice guarding o'er Her gates.

Adorned by masters' loving art, She lies,

She rests at last beneath the starry skies." - Robert Langdon, The Da Vinci Code.

'".....Half my heart....half my light...my spirit...my flesh and my colors to make you whole....let the pieces of thy essence create something extraordinary....oh child of mine....made out of thy own soul.....become something unruly.....save thy people....save thy soul eternally....'

Descending from the Heavens above, a single orb of light streams downward, making its way before the faithful servants of his authority.

It gracefully takes its station. Centered between the four figures, a tender voice is faintly heard emerging from its body, nearly a whisper....it was both mature and childlike, coming in incoherent and unreadable. Staring in awe at the sight before them, their hearts flutter as they witness something....incredible.

"Calliope......is.....is that?....."

"It is......."

"Take the mold of my holy divinity.....become my mortal descendent."

As their eyes adjust the illuminating orb, they witness in near disbelief.

"Behold....the flesh, the holy light, the essence of our master himself.....just a piece, yet ever as divine as the rest of him." Calliope calmly issues as she gracefully smiles.

'This........this is God's own flesh.......the first to have ever been exposed....or shared....'

Removing the cork from the vial, and opening the small locket, Calliope finalizes the process of creativity as she takes the dark strands that remained threaded together, and gently submerges it inside the light, along with the contents of the vial.

".....thats...."

"Yes....when the first archangel was born, we saved the remaining essence that of which he was created from....a small thatch of his hair for safekeeping for our beloved master...who loved his favorite entirely too much. With his own essence, it does not taint our master's light, instead, it becomes one with it. Thus.....it is everything that Lucifer yearns for....it is a part of him....everything that he is.....yet it is also everything he lacks....everything he desires.

Incorporating the souvenired mememtos, the hue of the light's tint changes. The innocent voice remains faint, yet develops a playful nature as it levitates once more.

Witnessing the divinity of his holy form, even if it was just a small piece of him, the muses gasp out in great respect. Tears emerge from their eyes at the glory of their master.

Gripping on to their chests, bewildered by the miracle of witnessing God's flesh, they bow, issuing tears at it's magnificence. Calliope, joining in unison as she bows, whispers to the light before it takes travel.

"Mortal daughter of God....take heed...grow steady....grow strong....you have a task...and though it pains us so...you must commit to your duties to save the rest of his creation. Where each mortal is created in God's image....you....are the only one created out of his own entity. Mortal child of his divine holiness.....your flesh and essence will be key for humanity to thrive....but also.....to teach him forgiveness....to teach him.....love. Bear us, and your father no ill will.....for even though the one who you are gifted to, holds a tainted heart....rest assured, I see it with thy own eyes.....you shall forever be loved and protected."

At the final issue of his decree, the light expands into an exploding force, issuing a massive traveling current that flared throughout the city, disappearing in an instant.

"Master Elder..."

"Yes, Calliope."

"There is one more task....he beckons you and your disciples to commit."

"Pray tell me, for I am his humble servant and will be at his bidding."

"You are to go to Hell.....bring your disciples.....and take Lucifer to the alter. Take him to the destined period of time when the mortal child is at their prime. You are to present our master's gift to him....do you think you can succeed?"

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"..........Yes........"

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"What do you want to name her?"

Rocking the delicate newborn against her bosom, a young mother softly sings to her baby....a daughter.

"Honey, lets name her....y/n. I've always liked that name."

"Y/n?.....how perfect.....I love it."

'.........y/n'

-End song here-

Gazing off into the horizon of the starry sky, your white skirt blows delicately against the gentle current of the wind that guides your hair over your shoulder. The skin of your breasts remain exposed, your lips stained red, and your skin glows under the moonlight. The perfect image of all things ethereal.

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'.......There you are....'

With gentle steps, he walks in your direction. Adorning his black attire, with the lace mask hovering over his eyes, he breathes deeply at the sight of the floral spread that surrounds you.

'...How beautiful.......so pretty.....'

Breaching nearer, you hear the delicate crush of the flowers under the soles of his steps.

Shifting your gaze over your shoulder, you watch as he closes in....standing right in front of you.

Noticing the glistening shine in your eyes, he softly smiles. "Why are you crying?"

Faintly shaking your head, you couldn't develop a response....you didn't know what to say, how to feel, or what to think.

"Shhh.....you don't have to cry...." leaning in, he gently embraces your body against his chest. Gently removing the Azalea crown that adorned your head, he tosses it and nuzzles his face into the strands of your hair....taking in a deep inhale as he softly moans....savoring the moment.

'Finally......I've waited for so long.....'

You tremble at the feeling of his embrace trapping you in.

"Scared?...." he asks.

You didn't issue a response.....instead, you remained with your head low as your forehead is softly pressed against his chest.

"Come here..." he whispers. Raising both your hands, he guides them towards the back of his head, your fingers delicately grazing against the black strands as he intertwines them with the loose ends of the lace fabric that is tied over his face.

"You can take it off....it's okay." he gently whispers. Leaning in, he kisses you passionately, as his hands roam you entire body, ruffling the chiffon fabric of your skirt in the process.

"You....don't know how......dreadful the wait was......" He softly speaks in between each kiss as his tongue coats the inside of your mouth. Your hands remained gently gripping on the ties of his mask. For some reason, you found it hard to pull them apart.

Reaching back up to take hold of your hands, he guides them as he gently, in unison with your own, pulls the fabric in opposite direction, causing it to come undone.

You stared as his face remained calmly aloof....his eyes shut.

Gently opening them, he displays a handsome face...it was devilishly handsome....and much more enticing than any of his brothers. His profile resembled that of the Greek God Apollo, yet his strong and lithe frame was much more lethal and appealing than any sculpture you've witnessed in your life.

Softly smiling at you, his eyes slightly widen as he takes your hands, raising them to his lips, he kisses them with the most tender pecks.

"Seven thousand years....is too long....even for an immortal.....did they tell you I slept for majority of it?"

".....yes....they did....." you assumed he was referring to his brothers as he continued to speak, expressing his agony over the lengthy period of waiting.

"I couldn't stand being awake....I needed to dream...I needed to see you.....you have no idea just how much I've wanted this....this moment....to touch you like this....to kiss you....to hold you.....it's all I ever wanted...." lowering your hands, he regains his grip around your waist once more and pulls you into him as he kisses you deeply.

His moans were stealthy with added depth as he expels the tone into your mouth, you felt the vibration of his groans as he shifts his face to merge deeper into the kiss.

Gently breaking it, his eyes shift down at the ground.

The moment you saw a smirk forming on his lips, you shy'd your face away. You felt entirely too nervous and scared, yet you didn't know why.........until.

'......did....did he just chuckle?.....why did it sound so...'

Raising your head, your eyes widened and your mouth released a shuttered gasp. Wanting to scream, you found yourself frozen with fear as your body couldn't comprehend the view....

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"I"m sorry......am I scaring you?.......believe me I'm not trying to....I'm just so happy.....I finally have you...you're finally mine."

..........

Perhaps it was the pitch black sky......it's dark aura stained the environment....creating an eerie atmosphere.

..........

Perhaps it was the glare of the moon above....creating shadows that dispelled a sense of unearthly lore.

..........

or........

Perhaps it was none of those things....perhaps it had nothing to do with the lack of lighting.....or the darkness that surrounds you.....instead....

Maybe...just maybe it was....the way he stared at you....the way he looked hungry.....no...famished.......the way his insidious expression greeted you with a dangerous desire......the way his hands gripped you tightly.....the way he raised his brows and gazed at you with a twisted and sinister love in his eyes.....the way his lips became blood red upon receiving his bite.....out of excitement......

or.........

Perhaps......it was his..........smile.

‘Please God….someone…..anyone……why is he looking at me like that…..what is he going to do to me?'

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Authors note:

Part 2 coming tomorrow! So more to come.....again...i'm so sorry about that picture.....yikes.

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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months

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📖Alpha, Beta (& Omega)

Rated: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2928

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, nobility/royalty au, alternate history, dom/sub elements, beta bucky, anal sex, oral sex, hurt/comfort, first time, age gap (18/29), domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, wedding night, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

To read previous parts of this series first, got to the story's masterlist

9. A Consummation, cont'd

This Chapter: He wants to feel Steve pressing down on him again, touching, and rubbing; wants to feel his hot mouth against his skin, his big hands running all over his body. He wants to feel desired, and Steve's the only one who's made him feel that way in years.

"Might have to check to make sure that fever’s really gone.”

"Yeah. Yeah maybe you should."

Steve straightens, his eyes going heavy-lidded with interest. “How much better are you feeling?”

"A lot better."

His eyebrows rise. "A lot?"

"Yeah, a lot." Bucky swallows thickly, works up the nerve to rasp, “C'mere. You want to feel my forehead?”

Steve walks closer to the bed. He gets one knee up on the mattress and Bucky watches how the muscles in his thigh move, how his cock hangs heavy between his legs, just starting to thicken in interest. Fuck. Steve’s got the most gorgeous cock Bucky could imagine.

“What do you want to do?”

His gaze jerks up from Steve’s cock, to where the alpha's eyes are shining in eager, heated amusement, and it makes his belly flip.

Steve tilts his head playfully. “You've been ill, so ... I wouldn't feel right about it if you didn't tell me what you want.”

“I, I don’t know. I just, um …” His face heats as he falters, sounding like a dolt, a virgin; all the things he doesn't want to sound like. He licks his lips, wondering if maybe he does still have that fever. "Um ..."

“It's okay,” Steve encourages, climbing over on the bed. “Don’t have be shy, Honey. Tell me what you want.”

God, but it undoes Bucky to hear Steve speak like that—and it's not the first time that he has. Bucky wonders if asking for his explicit consent is something that makes Steve feel better about their hastily arranged marriage, or if it just turns him on to know that Bucky wants him that way.

“Touch me?” he asks, because he does want him that way.

He wants to feel Steve pressing down on him again, touching, and rubbing; wants to feel his hot mouth against his skin, his big hands running all over his body. He wants to feel desired, and Steve's the only one who's made him feel that way in years.

Bucky squirms in place, self-conscious and impatient. “Please?”

Steve climbs over him, gently spreading Bucky’s legs with his knee and settling there. “Of course, Buck, ‘course I will.” He kisses him softly, slotting their mouths together and slipping in with his tongue only when the moment’s right.

In Bucky’s limited experience, people tend to fumble through kissing in one of two ways: it's either brief and chaste, or rough and tactless. Bucky's parents have always seemed the former, the boys and girls his age, the latter. But Steve kisses like he was born knowing how to do it in a third way. A better way.

The careful way that he invades Bucky’s mouth, coaxing and slow, makes the arousal thrum hotter beneath his skin. It’s erotic, getting to open up to another person like this—especially one who looks like Steve. Bucky moans softly, hands sliding up Steve’s back and curling over his shoulders.

“That’s it,” Steve whispers against his lips. “Just let me make you feel good, okay?” He draws away and looks down at him. “Tell me I can.”

Bucky exhales shakily and nods. “Yes.”

Steve smiles and sits back on his knees. His hands slide up Bucky’s legs, drawing his nightshirt up his thighs, and then higher. Bucky’s breathing picks up as he’s slowly exposed. “Steve …” he whispers, embarrassed that this is still so new to him. He shouldn’t feel so nervous at being naked in front of his husband. They’ve already done this, already been here, and yet Bucky’s trembling as Steve bares him. “S-steve …”

“Shh. It’s okay. I love seeing you. You’re beautiful, Bucky.” He presses a kiss to his belly, hands rucking the night shirt up past his waist. “Take this off,” he murmurs, continuing his path downwards.

Bucky pulls the nightshirt off and tosses it aside, looking back down at Steve’s hands on his hips and his face so close. “Fuck,” he whispers.

“Mmhm.” Steve angles his cock upwards, thumb dragging up the underside and trapping it against his belly. He rubs the sensitive skin just under the head in slow circles, and Bucky moans. Steve’s eyes flick up, dark and heated, and Bucky's cock throbs at how turned on the alpha looks, just from doing this to him. “That feel good?” he asks.

Bucky nods. “Y-yeah.”

“Good.” He wraps his hand around him and strokes, easing his foreskin down and revealing the weeping pink head. “Look at that,” he murmurs, his face so close to Bucky’s cock that Bucky can feel the warmth of his breath.

“Fuck,” he whispers, turned on beyond reason at the sight of Steve’s gorgeous face so near to his erection. “S-steve, oh, please. Will you?”

Steve hums in approval and takes his cock into his mouth. Bucky grunts and grits his teeth, a stifled shout lodging in his throat and coming out as a whine instead. Steve hums again and smooths his hand up Bucky’s hip to settle him. He pulls off and looks up. “Still okay?”

“Nngh, yes. Feels so good.”

His mouth ticks in a knowing smile and he strokes him loosely a few times. “Have you ever had this done to you before?”

Bucky shakes his head, blushing. “No. I didn’t think—” he cuts himself off, but Steve is waiting for him to finish the sentence, so he hesitantly admits, “I didn’t think that Alphas … did that.”

Not that he thinks they can’t do it, just that they don’t. Sex and pleasure revolve around alphas, or at least it’s always seemed so, with the way people talk—and don’t talk—about it. Alphas are the aggressors, the takers; they fuck their partners, they don’t sink down between their legs to service them all night. Bucky gets the feeling that Steve has never held to these standards, though, because his features instantly screw up in disdain.

“Ridiculous,” he huffs, saying nothing more before taking Bucky back in his mouth.

Bucky’s breath punches out of him as Steve sinks almost all the way down his cock, lips tightening for the slow, hot drag back up. "Oh." He grabs impulsively at Steve’s hair. “Oh, god.” It feels so good, holy shit.

The hot, wet capture of Steve’s mouth has to be the best thing he's ever felt, making his cock twitch and throb, pleasure coiling tightly in his belly, his balls. Bucky doesn't know how he won't finish in two seconds like this. “Steve,” he gasps, trying hard not to thrust up into his mouth or pull on his hair too hard. “Fuck, wait, oh, oh I can't. I'm gonna ...”

Steve gentles his technique after that, letting up to stroke him slowly while he sucks at the tip and tongues that sensitive spot underneath. It makes Bucky’s toes curl, how perfectly gentle it is. "That better?" Steve teases, pressing his thumb against the slit.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispers, craving more. His balls are throbbing—aching, and tight—and he reaches down to cup them.

Steve grunts and knocks his hand away, palming them in his own hand instead. Bucky exhales harshly and releases his grip on Steve’s hair, his head dropping back down to the pillow and his eyes slipping shut as he surrenders to what Steve is giving him.

It’s so much. Steve’s suckling on the head and jerking him off and rolling his balls with all the dedication of a longtime lover. One of his knuckles slips back and rocks against his perineum, and Bucky grunts and tenses. “Ssteve,” he slurs, “Steve, oh, oh. M’gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

Steve pulls off, and Bucky’s left panting and trying to calm down. “Look at me, Sweetheart,” Steve says. Bucky opens his eyes and looks down, belly swirling hard at the sight of Steve between his legs: flushed, messy hair, lips swollen and wet. He stares dazedly down at him and Steve smiles. He holds Bucky's cock and rubs it against his lips, back and forth, wet. “You want me to make you cum like this?” he asks. “Or do you want me inside you?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and his cock jerks in Steve’s hand. “Inside me,” he says, remembering how it’d been that first night on the ship, how Steve had opened him up so carefully and fucked him so gently, how good it had felt to be taken like that.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks, moving up his body to lie over him again. He kisses and nuzzles up under his jaw. “You feel up to it?”

If Bucky wasn’t sure before, he certainly is now. Steve’s body pressing down on him feels too good to lose. He wants more of it. “Yes,” he breathes, canting his hips up to grind his erection against Steve’s stomach. He can feel the answering hardness of Steve’s cock against his belly, and it urges him on, knowing that Steve is aroused by what they’re doing, that he wants Bucky, too.

There's no doubt he does. Steve’s scent gets stronger. He kisses sweet and slow, like he’s thanking Bucky for saying yes. “Okay,” he whispers, kissing right over Bucky's glands. “Okay. Just a minute.”

At first Bucky doesn’t understand why he’s moving away, but then he sees the slick that Steve’s reaching for, returning with it and sitting back on his heels, undoing the lid ... dipping his fingers in. Bucky bites his lip as he watches Steve slicking his fingers. It’s so intimate, making him flush with embarrassment even as his cock jerks at the sight.

Steve will be gentle, he reminds himself. He’ll make it good like he did before. Bucky nods to show that he’s ready and draws his knees up, pulling Steve down over him with a hand on the back of his neck. He wants him close while he does this. “Touch me,” he says breathily. “Make me ready.”

Steve’s slicked fingers find his hole and gently trace over it, making Bucky’s breath hitch in a quiet, “oh.” He swallows, eyes slipping shut at the still-new feeling. But Steve is careful with him just like he was before, and he takes his time, circling and rubbing gently before finally pressing that first fingertip in. Bucky’s body gives to the pressure, and he moans quietly and grasps at Steve’s shoulders. “Oh.”

“Good,” Steve rumbles, clearly affected by what he’s doing. He buries his face in Bucky’s neck and scents him. “That’s good, Bucky. Just relax.”

Bucky shudders and arches his neck to give Steve more room, pushing down on the finger to draw it in. He gasps when it glances against that spot inside. “Oh! S-steve …”

“Mmhm.” Steve’s lips drag up his neck. “I know, Honey. I know.” He licks the shell of his ear and bites at it, making Bucky shiver in his arms.

“Ohn.”

“Shh, s’gonna feel good,” he promises, softly thrusting his finger to get Bucky used to it. “You want to try another?” he whispers.

Bucky whines, nervous but eager. “Yes,” he says, then exhales shakily as he feels Steve work second finger in alongside the first. It’s a stretch, and Bucky whimpers at the slight burn of it. “Oh,” he sighs. “It’s ...” It hurts—only a little, but he doesn’t want to say so because he doesn’t want Steve to stop. “S’big,” he whines instead, grateful when Steve hums in understanding and goes slow for him. He kisses Bucky again, licking into his mouth and distracting him with a filthy swipe of tongue as his body adjusts.

“You’re okay,” he soothes. “Just gotta loosen up for it.”

Bucky nods tightly and focuses on accepting it, trying to relax as Steve pulses his fingers in tiny motions. “Curl ‘em,” he begs, wanting to feel that spark of pleasure deep inside that Steve had elicited their first time together. “That spot, please. Make me feel it.” Steve hums and changes the angle of his hand, slowly dragging down against his walls. Bucky cries out softly when Steve's fingers glance over it and the pleasure suddenly flares white hot. “Ohn."

Steve kisses him deeper, setting in to fucking him with his fingers and swiping over his prostate with each pass. He keeps doing it until Bucky’s hole starts to loosen up, the muscle softening to his touch. “There you go,” he praises, easing a third finger in with the others.

Bucky groans and digs his head back into the pillow, panting open mouthed and staring blearily at the bed's canopy as Steve works his body open. It’s overwhelming how intense it is, how close he feels to Steve when the alpha does this to him. There’s an ache to it, but Steve takes his time, and his fingers settle right over Bucky's prostate and rub with purpose, making his cock leak and pleasure bloom deep in his gut, overtaking the ache. “Oh, oh,” he breathes, chasing Steve’s hand with every thrust, seeking out more. “Oh god.”

“Good?”

He nods with his eyes clamped shut, focusing on the feeling. He draws his knees up high and wraps his legs around Steve, wanting to feel all of him. He tilts his hips to rub their cocks together between their bellies, and Steve groans deeply against his mouth.

Bucky opens his eyes to see Steve’s face pinched and his mouth gone slack in pleasure. He looks down between their bodies and feels his guts lurch and his balls throb at the sight of their cocks sliding messily together. Steve is so big, so dark and thick and leaking, his knot reddened and the fat head of him blurting out precum against their skin. Bucky's smaller cock looks almost delicate next to it. He whines and tears his gaze away, panting shakily. “Steve,” he moans.

“Uh huh.”

“Feels s’good.”

“I know Baby, I know. Fuck, you’re so pretty. So good. Just let me know. Let me know when you’re ready.” His face is so full of desire, and his voice is so tight with restraint. He’s so powerful, so beautiful, Bucky wants him inside his body.

“I am,” he pants. “I’m ready, I’m ready, please.”

Steve uses the lubricant again, wetting himself up with it and Bucky too, pressing more in with his fingers and making Bucky whine needily. “Breathe out,” he tells him, lining up and waiting for Bucky’s obedient exhale. That’s when he pushes in.

Bucky’s breath catches in his throat, shocked at how full and big it is. “S-steve,” he gasps, hands flying up to grab at his shoulders. “Oh. Oh, ohh …”

“Okay?” Steve asks, and he’s still pushing, still sinking in, forcing Bucky’s body open around his cock.

“Yeah,” Bucky pants, unable to say anything else. It’s so much. “S’big,” he whispers, clutching onto Steve like he’s the last rock in a violent sea. “Oh, fuck, Steve.”

“I know, Buck. You’re doing so good, takin’ me so perfect.” Steve slides a hand into his hair and kisses him, tongue delving eagerly into his mouth. When he pulls back from the kiss he also pulls his hips back and starts to rock. Bucky cries out and Steve nods, groaning. “Oh, so good for me, Beta.”

Bucky whines and mewls at the title, eyes squeezing shut at how good it feels. He buries his face in Steve’s neck and clings to him, feet hooked over the backs of his thighs and hips rutting up against his stomach, trying to get closer, to get more. He moves in time with Steve’s thrusts, rocking, taking him deep, and it gets easier after the first few minutes. Steve’s cock works him open, making his body soften and accept it, until Bucky’s gasping with every thrust, a steady stream of “Oh, oh, oh’s” leaving him. He searches Steve’s mouth out with his, kissing him and pleading for him not to stop, for more. “Yes, yes, oh god jus’ like that, Steve …”

“Shit,” Steve grits out, hips working harder, grinding in deep as he feels Bucky fluttering around him. “You feel so good, Buck, so—nngh—so damn good, Baby …”

“D-don’t stop!” Bucky gasps, as the pleasure grows sharp and sudden in his gut, in the base of his spine and his tightly-drawn balls. They’re heavy and throbbing, bringing everything into focus with each roll of Steve’s hips and glance of his cock against that spot inside. He keens and shoves one hand down between their bodies, suddenly desperate as his orgasm comes into sight. He sobs and jerks as his fingers wrap around his length. “Shit.”

Steve moans, hips shoving harder, kissing at the corner of his mouth. “You close, Honey?”

“Nnh!” Bucky nods and begs, “Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop. Just like that, just like that.”

Steve growls eagerly at his frantic movements. “Yeah, that’s it. Come on, Honey, come on.”

Bucky groans and squeezes his eyes shut at Steve’s rough encouragement, at the way he fucks him so good and calls him sweet names. He loves it, gets higher from it, feels everything coalescing just so in his gut. “Oh Steve, so close. Gonna cum, gonna …”

“Do it,” he grunts, fucking him even harder; firm, deep thrusts that make his balls slap against Bucky’s ass. “Get it, Baby, go on. Right on my cock, lemme feel it.”

Bucky gets right there, stops fisting his cock and jerks right underneath the head, tight little pulses that push him over the edge and make him cry out as everything unfurls and he finds his release. “Oh, fuck,” he sobs, the pressure unspooling rapidly as his cock shoots onto his belly. His whole body seizes with it, a rush of agonizing relief so great that it makes his eyes water. “Oh, Steve,” he cries. “Alpha, oh, thank you, thank you…”

“Fuck.” Steve’s hips snap harder, faster, his knot swelling and bumping against Bucky’s rim. One of his hands shoots down and squeezes it as he starts to come. He groans, deeply and helplessly as it hits him, and it’s the most erotic sound Bucky’s ever heard. His thrusts slow as he whimpers and grinds his release into Bucky’s body. “Nnn, ffuck ...”

Bucky tucks his face into Steve’s sweaty neck, sighing at the filthy-wet feel of it leaking out and getting fucked back in. Steve keeps coming for long minutes, panting and humping throughout. Towards the end, Bucky gets sensitive and whines a little at the overstimulation, but he doesn’t push Steve away, just lets him rut into his body as he finds completion.

When he finally stills, Bucky pulls his face out of his neck and in for a kiss, needing to show him how much he liked it, how good Steve just made him feel. Steve grunts and starts kissing back, taking gentle control of the kiss after a moment and holding Bucky’s jaw. When they part, he pulls out, hushing Bucky’s whine of displeasure at the sudden emptiness. “Shh, I know. It’s okay.”

Bucky squirms and whimpers. He can feel his hole clenching and Steve’s cum leaking out of him. There’s so much of it. “I’m wet,” he says, voice shivery and quiet. “I need—”

“A bath,” Steve agrees, kissing him with a sated sigh. “Come on, we'll take one together.” He takes Bucky’s hand in his and eases him out of the bed, chuckling at his grumbling when the cum starts running down his thighs. “I’ll wash you,” he promises. “Now come on, let’s see if this tiny tub can fit the both of us.”

It doesn’t, but they make it work.

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tennessoui · 3 months

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hello miss kit! loving all your responses to the asks everyone got such interesting thoughts!! I know you love all your children equally but which gffa au do you love just a bit more than the others? (excluding counselling au lol)

what a hard ask oof

good thing i have a glass of wine and a lot of time on my hands! so i just rated all my fics set in the gffa

(i had a LOT of time on my hands)

a fish hook, an open eye: 7/10 - it's hardly set in the gffa at all tbh i love earnest evil puppy anakin & conniving obi-wan who gets more than he bargained for. needed more cody, tbh a more perfect union: 10/10 - i'm biased obviously cause i just finished this fic so it's fresh on my mind but it was so fun to write! i loved trying to balance the humor and the seriousness and the council scene (both of them!) was just so great amort & amor: 6/10 - i just think anakin would probably not be that cool about obi-wan getting another padawan lol but it's fluffy and cute and i'm glad i wrote it! bed warden, bed warmer: 8/10 - obi-wan would be the worst patient in the history of the world. he's such an asshole which i love writing but he's also so clearly very smitten with anakin. he's just going to be an asshole about it building a boat with no blueprints: 7/10 - i know yall dont know how it ends but i know how it ends ;) burn every bridge but please leave me a boat: 6/10 - my first attempt at reverse master&padawan au which is a dynamic i really love. i would rate this fic higher, but i wish i had started it in a different place and relied less on mental flashbacks but a number: 9/10 - happy almost one year to this fic! i had to get someone to cheer-read this fic for me because i was worried that i was being too hard on aging/obi-wan's body falling apart and anakin feeling old and tired at age 40 but then i saw a bunch of gifs of obi-wan jumping off stuff and i was like yeah his body probably does feel like it's falling apart foolproof, foolhardy: 10/10 - i literally have not has so much fun with a cliffhanger since i last updated time & tide. no notes, just stupid oblivious padawan obi-wan trying to seduce master skywalker into his bed, unaware that master skywalker would crawl over burning coals to kiss his hand. hand in unlovable hand: 6/10 - not my favorite adaptation from tumblr fic to ao3 fic - i used too much of the original ficlet and always feels clunky to me. i do like sith vader manipulating obi-wan into falling!! yes baby, you twist and ruin that jedi master and make him yours haunt me then: 8/10 - i love non-sequential storytelling and also padmé loving anakin so much that she sacrifices a child to bring him back only for him to come back solely to live and breathe for obi-wan hold me fast or kill me quick: 3/10 - would be a higher rating but this fic haunts me. i want to finish her someday and until i do i will not rest peacefully at night. get these stupid soulmates to communicate! i pray the same, but my gods have changed: 10/10 - i love writing this fic, i love watching the polls as you guys vote for what should happen next, i love catty sith obi-wan working to seduce senator skywalker because he's hot lol but it's the voting aspect that makes this fic a 10/10 for me if you love me, let it remain unnamed: 9/10 - it surprised me how much i loved writing set as an actual character. one day i want to explore the universe that set's in, where he meets his own kenobi and falls in love with him. i really liked the outsider perspective on how absolutely wild obi-wan and anakin are - especially since the main scenario is that they're having a threesome, and obi-wan and anakin have to?? share?? each other? with someone else? unlikely! let’s get your fingers tangled in my hair: 6/10 - i wrote this in a fever state; it was fun and i enjoy a king kenobi as much as the next gal! do i actually think anakin could last that long without talking? no not the way i usually write him lol like saints, like monsters: 8/10 - i love the way the chapters are set up, with them going back and forth between the actual plot and the worst parts and darkest moments of the recovery lost to a sea of troubles: 7/10 - it will never not be funny to me that this fic is in response to the prompt "knocking on the wrong door". it could have been anythinggg. it became this instead, featuring light stockholm syndrome and an obessive, evil obi-wan

#asks #apparently i hit character limit so #this is part one lol #obikin #kit's fics

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 9 months

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The Clone Wars 4x5 'Mercy Mission' Reaction

eeeeeeeeeeee Wolffe!

Omg he’s so grumpy and done with everything and long suffering already I love him so much

You can tell from the first word he says. That “We’ve” was basically sighed with so much disgruntlement.

Ahahahaha he’s so pissed that he’s not there supporting Plo. Why has my General been left by himself? *humph* That is barely concealed displeasure that he’s been diverted from his duties. Wolffe said ‘Orders’ in such a particular tone that made it pretty damn clear how pissed he is. He’s so grumpy. I love him.

How often do the clones interact with Senators? Or at least Padmé? I should imagine Rex and Cody would more than others (Rex is probably so done with Anakin pretending to be subtle) but this feels like the first time I’ve seen a clone directly report to a Senator.

I’m again struck by just how Aussie the clones sound. Or maybe Generic Antipodean/slightly British at best. That is not a Kiwi accent. Give the clones the Kiwi accent they deserve.

That shot of the ships in space flying over the curved edge of the planet with a sun in the background feels like a homage to something. 2001: A Space Odyssey? That’s usually what gets referenced. The music here is gorgeous.

This is probably going to be a very unpopular opinion but it kind of feels like the clones are being a bit dickish to the droids? Please don’t eat me alive

Omg the LAAT/i’s have nose cone art of Plo and his troopers. I think I’ve seen this in previous episode's but I still love seeing it again.

“Greeeeeeaaaaaaaat, it’s gonna be another one of those planets.” omg I love you random clone trooper pilot. They’re all so grumpy. The entire Wolf Pack is just so grumpy. Maybe that’s a prerequisite for being part of the Wolf Pack. Eternal grumpiness.

My god Wolffe, that is some jaw line

“Ah, did you get that?” ahahahaha the dryness of that line. Insert your cliches about being drier than Tatooine here.

OMG THE EYE ROLL I AM SCREECHING

That is some Star Trek bridge shaking level acting going on in the after shock

Ugh he’s so gruff and rough and just ugh do me commander

“We’re good, but not that good.” ahahaha the sarcasm is off the charts

Oh hey Sinker is still around! Hey Sinker!

Do all of the Wolf Pack have the same paint? Usually it’s fairly easy to tell between the different clones but I can’t spot the differences as well with them. Maybe it’s the grey paint? I think Sinker has grey sections on the bottom of his helmet but the rest of his armour seems to be the same as the rest of the Wolf Pack. They all have the same patterned left pauldron.

Oh hey it’s Boost as well! Hey Boost! I hope he and Sinker and Wolffe and Plo are doing ok after the Malevolence. Ok doesn’t feel like the right word for what happened to them but I can’t think of the right one. Wookieepedia has just informed me that the Malevolence was inspired by the Bismarck, which makes sense.

Back to the paint of the Wolf Pack, Boost has grey spikes under the horizontal section of his visor but that’s the only difference I can spot. At least it’s better than his hair XD

Lmao Boost could you be any more trigger happy

Omg after Boost kicks open the door, the shot pans up and Sinker is just standing there like a model, slightly bent knee and all.

I love how much you can tell that Wolffe takes absolutely no shit just from the way he moves and carries himself.

Omg the sneer over his shoulder. If he glared at me like that my knees would absolutely buckle.

“Do I need this?” CACKLING

“A firm hand.” I bet that’s not the only place where Wolffe has a firm hand omg help me the thots are taking over

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Star Wars cliche klaxon

I’m only noticing this because I remember a post pointing this out but Wolffe really does waddle in his kama. The poor man definitely has back problems. He's so stiff.

I love the way that Aleena takes a moment to realise they’ve been left with Wolffe and suddenly has this ridiculously exaggerated horrified and terrified expression on their face before fleeing.

It’s the Ents! Does that make R2-D2 and C-3PO Merry and Pippin?

Is Orphne supposed to be some kind of alien villainous femme fatale? Gestures matching words? What is this, a high school theatre production?

Fire. Soil. Water. What is this, a Captain Planet reference?

R2 did you just pee on Orphne’s floor?!

The vapours! *faints*

OMG THE EYE ROLL AGAIN! SCREAMING EVERY TIME. Wolffe is So. Done. I love him.

The music is beautiful here too. The Kiner’s did such a good job.

EYE ROLL VOLUME 3. I am WHEEZING

That’s Boost and Sinker standing next to Wolffe with two very understanding tilts of their buckets.

Ah, so that’s where the gifs of Wolffe wincing comes from. Also, Sir, those are some seriously sharp cheekbones.

“I couldn’t agree more, Sir.” Sinker being the very supportive Sergeant there.

Look at Wolffe standing there all sassy with his hand on his hip and blaster.

Including this gif for the look down and up. There is something about Wolffe that is just uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh

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Hi there! I really liked your post on Chapter 7 and Malleus's actions!

Gotta admit I was one of those people whose initial reaction to Chapter 7 part 2 & 3 was "Malleus divorce era", mostly because of the copious amounts of "Malleus is the physical manifestation of every abusive and obsessive boyfriend they talk about in trauma group therapy" takes I've seen over the past 3 years in the tags messing with my perception of how bad the canon situation actually is but I came around eventually.

One thing that really stands out to me is how, in the first part of Chapter 7, Malleus made the active choice to be a good person and do the right thing. He shut down Silver and Sebek and said "If that's what Lilia decided, then we have no right to stop him" and when he reflects on that time he froze the castle over it's clearly visible he, at that point, has no intention to do something like this again. He has learnt 0 coping strategies for these kinds of situations and he has a week (which is like, a blink of an eye for fae especially) to adjust to the loss of one of his closest loved ones. Most of us find a way to deal with grief in some way because we're powerless in the face of it and the only way is through it but I've seen my fair share of very mentally ill people and grieving loved ones and I can name a handful of people I could see pull this off if they had god-like magical powers. Right now, Malleus's idea of what the immediate future was going to be like is radically clashing with a (to him) infinitely worse outcome that his brain has a week to adjust to, so he snaps.

He's basically the "insanely op magic" equivalent of someone with a loved one suddenly ending up on their death bed and they're told "you have about 5 days to say goodbye to them" so they start suggesting all kinds of insane surgeries and hire a mystic healer who advertises they can cure cancer with crystals and call all kinds of specialized hospitals around the world because they can't process the fact that that person is gonna go no matter what. That's the mental state Malleus is in right now even if Lilia probably isn't gonna immediately die in a couple weeks, but there's still a very real possibility Malleus is never going to see him again.

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i am so sorry that i'm only getting to this now :,3 woohoo end of year spring cleaning

also when i finally found the post that was being responded to, i was reading it and i wanted to cringe so bad. it could have been written better :,3 i'm glad you guys liked it though!

on the first long ask, honestly anon, you nailed it really well. i don't really have much to say because yeah... yeah malleus has never learned to properly cope with grief and loneliness. much of it is due to the way he was raised and the lack of social interaction especially prevents him from getting to experience enough and thus hindering his learnings. and you're right. a week is too much to really process for someone like him. it's hard.

and i'm pretty sure lilia is very well aware of this, so it brings to question why he's in a hurry to leave. which in itself supports the current theory going around that he's not actually leaving for retirement, he's leaving because the senate demanded him to.

for the second ask, weelllll not everyone got to understand malleus' extremities, either due to not reading properly or not getting to read his stories at all. and that's how things went bam during the second part of book 7.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #ask

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Jurassic world ObiAniDala Au with

Padmè as the Park handler (CEO?). She handles the business end of things, she's the reason the park still runs. You can find Ms.Amidala ruthlessly shutting down assholes who knock at her door wanting to exploit the park for more money by cutting corners. She's amazing at her job.

At the top of all the paperwork, She's made sure the park is for the people to enjoy safely. She once chewed out a whole team of architects who wanted more va va voom enclosures that were pretty but would've ultimately been useless in containing the very huge T.Rex.

Followed by; Dino Scientist/board member ObiWan kenobi. He's got like 6 degrees , he's here to study the dinosaurs' behaviour. You can find Dr.Kenobi with a clipboard in his hand walking after one dino or the other without any care for the world. All the dinos love him, even the predators.

His face is the first thing they see when they hatch cus he's made an effort to show up for every hatching. Instant bonding tbh. Dude hangs out with the t.rex with 0 repercussions (like being eaten ya kno, nobody knows how he does it). Obiwan is also absolutely amazing at securing funding for the park from rich senators. Padmè greatly appreciates his work cus if she has to deal one more time with Clovis she's going to scream.

And finally. Trainer?Park Ranger? Mechanic? Engineer? Anakin Skywalker. Nobody really knows what his official designation is at the park. All they know is that one day this golden retriever looking guy showed up with like. 10 different qualification certificates and a dab hand at handling the dinos.

He's good at what he does tho so people leave him alone. An officer sent by the military once tried to bully anakin and quickly finds out that not only does anakin have a mean right hook, he's also high enough in the park food chain that the coruscant military is barred from trying to propose any deals after the incident.

He's got an entire creche/enrichment setup for the vulnerable babies that no one had thought of. It cut down the mortality rate of the babies by a huge amount. Its also how he won Obi-wan's heart, who until then had totally thought anakin was just some dudebro who didn't understand dinos. Anyway somewhere along the line, very intense eye-contact, a little bit of misunderstanding and a whole lot of kisses stolen when padmè is on an important holoconferance call and hand holding with obi-wan during the hatchings, Anakin woos them both.

They have late night dates at the elasmosaurus enclosure, bond over almost punching Clovis, and oh my god don't you get a heart attack when obi-wan around with little predator babies in a papoose??

Rumours have it that he was seen begging Ms.Amidala for just one (1) chance 🥺on his knees when she was meeting with Dr.Kenobi.

The door closed after that so no one really knows what Anakin was really begging for (it was so he could take an apprentice. Anakin thinks he can get away with it now because he knows obi-wan and padmè love him eheh)

#this is brought to you by my brain at 2.40am #beloveds i am so not sleepy #i have to work gods this is so 💀💀💀#obianidala #obikin and anidala #anakin skywalker #star wars #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #jurassic park au #who funds the park if padmè and anakin run off all the people with the money?#i dunno #i didnt wanna think about all the evil stuff so i didnt bother with that #ehehehe #you can thank prehistoric world docu series for this as well #ive been watching so many dino docus

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Hey ya’ll. Just wanted to get real for a sec.

Reminder that Presidential elections are this year, and there’s something about young voters that bothers me today. Many of you believe there has to be a “perfect” candidate to run this country, and you must understand that that is simply not a possibility. Politics do not grant us the better of two goods; it grants us the burden of choosing the lesser of two evils. And that sucks, but it’s reality.

Young leftists swear that “blue no matter who” is the only way, but we also preach that the Right needs to progress…and then when it does, we don’t reward it. This time around, there may actually be a viable Republican candidate, and it’s not JUST because she’s a woman…but my god it helps.

If a politician has policies or ideologies you disagree with, please keep in mind that presidents do not have absolute power over the country. If someone is a safer option than TRUMP, OF ALL THINGS, with a few policies you disagree with, that’s still better than just electing Trump or not voting at all. Because things that a candidate may try to pass as president could be blocked by House/Senate or whatever.

People have this toxic absolutist mindset that if someone messes up or isn’t handling every single thing gracefully, or not every single view aligns with theirs, that that person shouldn’t be or shouldn’t have been the President when they’re literally one person trying to run a country that, at this point, literally influences the entire world. There are going to be mistakes, there are going to be lines that don’t meet in the middle, and sometimes the solution they come up with for a problem is also a “lesser of two evils” situation, and when we have to face the consequences of that choice, we can’t see the bigger picture of how a different answer may have been worse.

People today hate the fact that few things are black and white and when it comes to politics, there’s no perfect answer… but there are wrong answers, and those ought to be obvious. People also develop such weird parasocial relationships with politicians and it’s embarrassing… Presidents, senators, Speakers, etc they’re not your friends. They’re your leaders and they are here to do a job. Some are not fit, and some are more corrupt than others. You don’t have to like someone enough to die for them in order to deem them worthy of a job.

I’m not telling you who to vote for because i don’t know who I’m gonna be voting for either yet and it IS a personal choice, but I’m trying to inspire you to have an open mind and be reasonable. Think about the bigger picture and weigh the options one candidate may present.

That is all.

#please vote #2024 elections #vote

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More Than Meets the Eye #48 — Froid and His Awful Boyfriend Come For a Visit

So you know how last issue Getaway manipulated Tailgate into going on a suicide mission, by telling him they’d get space-married if he did? And then Whirl got shot? And then Cyclonus had to stab a former warlord and brain him with a flatscreen to go save his crush? And then Cyclonus got shot? And then Tailgate exploded all gay-like?

Yeah, we’re not focusing on that right now. It’s time for Rung to do his goddamned job for once.

Our issue opens up in Rung’s office, where he’s having Skids talk through his memories. I should have known he’d bother doing his job for one of the hottest guys on the ship.

Skids, shortly after the nightmare hellscape that was the Simanzi Massacre, was employed as a bomb negotiator. Now, you may say, that doesn’t sound like quite the right pairing of words to use, but you have to understand that Cybertronians are robots, and also never had a Geneva Convention to work out what was and wasn’t a war crime, so they sort of just did whatever back in the day.

I bet whoever figured this shit out got a huge pay bump, and then was shot in the street for being an absolute monster.

The anti-personal mines were a head and other vital robo-organs locked in the galaxy’s worst pressure cooker, set to blow if the still-living robot got too stressed out. Skids’s job was talking these guys down so he could turn their brains off and disarm everything. Because Skids, as we know, is very good at talking people down.

Just an absolute ace at deescalation, this guy. Certainly doesn’t suffer from snark poisoning.

The flashback takes place during Skids’s religious phase, which also doesn’t help matters; he goes and drags the mercy of Primus into it, and when you’re a head in an IED, you’re not exactly feeling like god loves you all that much.

Our dear bomb boy explodes, sending Skids soaring straight into the custody of a Decepticon Hygiene Team, who drag him and a few other Autobots away in chains to the unhappiest place in the galaxy (that doesn’t contain Overlord).

Skids in the present takes a moment to collect himself, as these memories are related to the ones that Chromedome had refused to uncover for him with mnemosurgery way back in issue #8. When we get back into it, we see a friend that we haven’t visited in quite a while.

Maybe Mr. Flywheels Scavengers deserved to get super-blendered after all.

Flywheels is in charge of gluing inhibitor spikes to the roofs of all the prisoners’ mouths. If someone with one of these spikes attempts to transform, the spike deploys, turning their brain module into a donut.

“But what if someone doesn’t have a mouth?”, asks James Roberts’s canonized self-insert character Rev-Tone. Well, not to worry, you fucking moron, because you’re at Grindcore, the home of pain and suffering!

That’s a series wrap on Rev-Tone, folks! Let’s give him a hand!

Skids is assigned to room with another prisoner, though his name won’t be found out til it’s more devastating for the readers, as present-day Skids is starting to run out of steam with remembering the worst days of his life.

We cut back to modern day, where Skids and Rung have finished building one of Rung’s model ships— likely a tactile distraction while Skids was recounting what he could remember. Skids laments not being able to pull the ripcord on all this and just have it needled out, but Rung reminds him that Chromedome didn’t want to re-traumatize him with just slapping everything on the brain-table.

We then learn a little bit about Rung, as it’s revealed that he only purchases models of ships he’s been assigned to, and that he was scheduled to be on the fateful Ark-1 trip, before the Senate yanked him back planet side. He’s also a bit of a loser, his own theories on psychology being overshadowed by Froid’s. Must really hurt, being outshone by the guy with the ballgag mouth.

Rung asks Skids how he wants the thumb-recording of today’s session sent to him, and Skids says he wants it emailed directly into his brain, because you can do that shit when you’re a robot. They schedule their next appointment, Rung is revealed to have his entire ass out, and Riptide lets him know that he’s got a guest.

I’m sure that dramatic shadow over his face isn’t anything to worry about.

There’s a stunned silence, an awkward introduction, Froid confirms that he has not, in fact, been dead this entire time, and then he gives Rung the most horrifying hug in the universe with his terrible gibbon arms. Skids takes this as his cue to dip, remarking on Froid’s “primal beads”, some sort of religious paraphernalia on-par with the matrix tattoo he had on his cheek all those years ago.

Over in the medibay, we come to find that Cyclonus isn’t actually dead, because he was protected by the power of love, and also being the toughest motherfucker to ever exist in an undead capacity. Nobody’s super sure what the hell happened to Tailgate, but he’s still out cold.

The ship co-captains show up, Megatron being very, very defensive about how much he totally wouldn’t have hurt Tailgate, despite having been fully ready to crush his little head like an egg just a few hours ago. Cyclonus says that he should be the one to apologize, though his stance makes it look like he’s one misplaced glance away from throwing another television into Megatron’s teeth.

Thankfully, it looks like everyone’s up to speed on what a shitlord Getaway is, as Rodimus had Chromedome poke Tailgate in the brain while he was unconscious to figure out what the fuck happened.

Rodimus, shit like this is why 89 members of your crew voted “no confidence”.

Cyclonus, ever a romantic, is taken with the idea of someone setting up a fireworks show just for him surviving a hail of gunfire. Velocity bursts his bubble, however, as the light show is actually for Thunderclash, who was re-awoken by whatever that weird rainbow explosion was.

Back over in Rung’s office, Rung is waiting for an explanation as to why Froid has the audacity to be alive right now. Froid hasn’t been seen since the “Tetrahex Ripper” was caught, when he joined the prison ship taking him— Sunder— and his brother Septre to Garrus 6 for their crimes.

No word on if it’s any better than Garrus 9.

Froid became obsessed with Sunder, which worked out about as well as anyone could expect, when he was taken hostage by the brothers after they escaped their cells. There were some causalities, including Septre, but Froid managed to escape to the mechanical planet of Scarvix, where he continued his work as a psychiatrist. Rung has been cleaning his glasses this whole time, probably so he doesn’t have to look at Froid’s awful, awful body.

Froid starts fiddling around with Rung’s models, and Rung finally asks why the fuck Froid is here, considering Rung was under the impression he was dead until about five minutes ago. Froid drops the buddy-buddy act, asking for Rung’s patient notes. Rung refuses. He asks again, stating the importance of having them, though he doesn’t clarify why. Rung refuses again. Froid alludes to letting a very big secret of Rung’s slip if he doesn’t get what he’s oh so politely asking for, grabbing Rung’s arm to make his point extra clear.

Over in the oil reservoir of contemplation, Skids is having a think, trying to remember more of his worst memories. Like how he used to room with Quark.

Quark, as thanks for having removed the death spike from his throat, gives Skids a piece of advice to help him survive Grindcore: don’t do anything to stand out. Of course, this is Skids we’re talking about, who is both supremely talented and in-canon hot, so that might be a bit of an ask. Quark then comments on the lack of a soundtrack these days, which gives someone outside the cell a perfect entry into the conversation. This is someone Skids recognizes in the past, but present-day Skids just can’t get any further with the memory.

Back at the Psych Rumble Power Hour, Rung is holding firm to his morals, once again refusing Froid’s request. Froid folds, saying that he’ll just take his sorry ass back home then. Rung goes to see him off, and finds that Froid’s ship is being guarded. Rung questions why Magnus would have folks stationed at the shuttle bay, since they typically don’t do that. Other than the fact that Tailgate and Cyclonus violently assaulted a superior officer and then bolted, it would appear that Froid is also being a naughty little bastard.

Rung put some goddamned pants on, you’re ruining the dramatic reveal!

It turns out that Froid and Sunder have been living together since their escape, and Froid’s taken quite the liking to Sunder, completely hand-waving his obsession with Cybertron’s god of death, and the concept of sin, and his history of being a serial killer. Rung is horrified by this, stating that Froid’s become codependent and is way too close to Sunder to be doing his job correctly.

Of course, Froid throws that right back in his face, because, as we’re all quite familiar with by this point, Rung is super buddy-buddy with everyone on the ship, especially the hot guy who’s one of his most involved patients. That’s when we get the real kicker— Rung’s secret, that Froid’s been helping keep all these years? Rung’s been delicensed since well before the end of the war.

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again: nobody on the Lost Light can do their goddamned job.

That begs the question of how Rung could have gotten away with such a thing, given that half the ship’s crew is cops, with Ultra Magnus having once held the title of King Big Dick of Policeland. It turns out that the ship Rung was serving on at the time, the Fateful Archetype, had been shot down shortly after his hearing, with him being the only survivor, and all the paperwork burning up in the crash. Awfully convenient, that. Considering how scary Rung has proven to be in the past, I’m not completely sure he didn’t set some shit up, but anyway! It’s time to meet Sunder.

Well, hello to you too, sunshine!

Sunder’s lack of eyeballs does serve a purpose beyond shock value; in order to have a modicum of control over his buff as hell serial killer boyfriend, Froid’s convinced Sunder that he needs to be able to see his victims in order to remotely mnemosurgery them. Because that’s a thing he can do. He also says that traumatic memories are delicious. Because that’s a thing he does, eating memories. With his remote mnemosurgery skills.

James, what the fuck.

Anyway, this is why Froid wanted Rung’s patient files; he was gonna find the guys who were repressing memories and feed them to Sunder.

Then Skids shows up and shoots Froid with a grappling hook.

Rung tells Skids to run, but it’s too late, because Froid just broke his primal beads and is bowling them at Sunder as he yells for his fucked up boytoy to hit the deck. And boy howdy, does he get a strike. Let’s see what Sunder’s all about.

Okay Mr. Tumblr Poetry, let’s calm down now.

Sunder, now knowing that Rung’s the guy in charge of the ship’s mental health, give him the evil eye and riffles through his brain like a phonebook, picking out all the tastiest treats, which makes Rung’s glasses explode for dramatic effect.

Then why the FUCK did you take him to the Lost Light, you malpracticing buffoon? This ship’s basically a twinkie with a trauma cream filling!

Sunder, of course, notices that Skids and his delicious brain are right there, so he goes for that first, dragging us back to where we left off in the flashback, where a level 5 theatre kid moment is happening.

Jesus, he’s even got a cape. What a dweeb.

#transformers #MTMTE #issue 48 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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Finally watched/listened to the full 4 hour call the Senate had with Rosa, and oh my God, that was NASTY

Here's my thoughts while I was watching it, with time stamps

I'm making this comment as I go through the video, so this is my thought process throughout the video

Before I start, my assumptions going in are that Rosa was a mod in Star Giant's server, was told about Nekopawn (How do you spell that?) grooming kids, but didn't do anything about it, including not telling Star Giant, so I'm hoping some evidence of Rosa being told and ignoring it is talked

29:31 If Rosa should just block him and move on, couldn't Ziad do the same thing to her if it pissed him off? Because, like Ziad is allowed to complain about others on his Twitter, she and others are also allowed to complain about him on Twitter. Or, were she and others making sock puppets to harass him?

30:51 "I'm sensing a pattern here, a very gross pattern" funnily enough, so am I

31:10 they say here they're not talking about Nekopawn, and they're talking about how Andrew Clark defended Cuties (which, gross), and it sounded (to me) like Rosa was asking when he did that when she asks for the timeline, but then they immediately start on about the Nekopawn grooming. Like, I could be completely wrong, but it didn't seem like Rosa was asking when the grooming happened, just trying to figure out when the cuties thing happened

35:32 By the way, when DID this grooming happen? Because, if it was years ago, then what do her tweets as of then and how much she tweeted at the time have to do with anything? Did her and Ziad begin having beef recently or was it something that happened a while ago and she kept dragging it up, because, if it's the latter, then I guess I can see why it's relevant. It sounds like these things happened around the same time, but, given the fact that they also

34:18 when the hell did this person try to be nice? Rosa is correct, she tries to answer their questions and they don't ask for clarifications, they make an assumption on what she means, and then hound her for THEIR assumptions

36:02 ok, shit take Rosa

36:34 far as I'm aware, we, the public, don't have that evidence, and given how these guys can sometimes take evidence and misconstrue it, I'm struggling to have any faith in them (if someone can prove me wrong, please do, I'd like to be wrong about this part)

44:08 Isn't Lio JUST now addressing how awful this call was a year later? And I mean, on YouTube? (Again, if I'm wrong and he publicly denounced it earlier than a short segmant in his video a few months ago, please correct me)

(Side note, Lio says they sent Rosa apologies for this call the day after it happened, but, apparently, Rosa says they never apologized. Do Lio and co. ever show proof they apologized?)

45:10 isn't she being more specific? She's said she feels sorry for not handling the Nekopawn situation better, only to be cut off by Peaches being sarcastic and nasty

446:13 funny, I could say the EXACT same about these people

47:36 cool, so Blu acknowledges you can miss the good times with sh*tty people. I say this as an autistic person who is probably younger than most of the people talking in the Senate (I just turned 22 in January): I'm considered to be on the "higher end of the spectrum", but I am still INCREDIBLY gullible and easily manipulated. It was so easy to be convinced and then convince myself that anything my "friends" did was fine, and if I had a problem with anything, I was just being overdramatic because "how dare I think these people can do bad things, they put up with me, so how can they be bad? I'm such a bad friend for questioning them." Look, I don't know if Rosa is anything like me when I was a kid and didn't know how to handle serious things (and I very much do agree she should have done something, ANYTHING, when people brought the grooming to her attention), but if Peaches' grooming can be used to explain why they invalidated another person's grooming story a few years back (see the Crystal Flame situation), I fail to see how being an easily manipulated person cannot also be used as an explanation (not an excuse, an EXPLANATION)

50:20 BITCH, I WOULD BE CRYING, THE FACT ROSA ISN'T AMAZES ME

51:29 again, what does this have to do anything?

52:10 then how is he a piece of shit? Quite honestly, I don't think MOST of the people in this call have ever touched grass, but that’s not why I think they're pieces of shit

54:19 I presume this talking about the call Lio has on his channel, which I also listened to, and, TBH, she’s not wrong about how that call was abusive

56:10 I could say the EXACT same thing about your kid Lio

57:52 I wish Peaches would stop pretending to care

58:11 Why WOULD she thank you???

58:40 when? When were they calm? She didn't even say that, that's their assumption of what she meant

59:09 I hope Blu and everyone else feels guilty for this call

59:58 wait? What?

1:00:38 And I'd think Lio publicly (in a video) addressing how abusive, ableist, and nasty this call was should take priority over Miku, but, what do I know?

1:01:52 I agree with this. If Rosa CAN get into contact with Star Giant and tell them to address the Nekopawn situation, she should, and if Rebecca refuses, she absolutely needs to drop her

1:02:10 WHY DOES THE STAR WARS STUFF KEEP COMING UP??? I'M GENUINELY SO CONFUSED??? WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH THE GROOMING???

1:03:16 why is this Leah person being given the floor before any of the victims?

1:04:09 and I also hate liars... I also hate ableist bullies who don’t seem to know what nuance is, what's your point???

1:05:52 so, when Ziad is supposedly harassing people, it's fine???

1:06:05 ok, if that's true, that's screwed up and I would also be rude to those people

1:06:31 with that logic, so can Rosa??? I'm so confused, is she the one trying to dox him? If she's just complaining about him on Twitter, what's the problem? Shouldn't Ziad be more focused on the people trying to dox him instead of someone saying their opinion on him? Like, what did Rosa's tweets even say? Were they THAT bad?

1:06:33 again, if she can do that to Ziad, why can't Ziad block and ignore her and her opinions on him??? I'm being serious and genuine, I don't understand WHY he couldn't do that??? If someone knows, I'd appreciate it

1:06:40 ah yes, Coyote Lovely, the guy who a few months later was exposed to be in contact (and I think friends) with a known groomer and zoo

1:09:21 pot meet kettle

1:09:33 I could be completely mistaken, but wasn't it revealed that Ziad DID threaten someone using a sock puppet account? Like, I listened to both of Lio's videos on him yesterday and that's what I got from them. Was there ever any evidence of him doing this to other people like his haters? I'm actually curious (again, if someone knows that he didn't send any threats to his detractors, that info would be greatly appreciated)

1:09:48 ok, so Leah is older than I am

1:10:21 oh yeah, like that's believable 🙄

1:11:50 oh, cool, so, according to Dr Lio Convoy, you can only have PTSD if you've been to war. Does this mean grooming victims can't have PTSD? Or are you specifically talking about online bullying? Because, wouldn't that mean Peaches can't have PTSD or trauma from the Peaches drama a few years back?

1:12:43 and here's Dr Leah who apparently knows everything about seizures, despite the fact that they're incorrect and repeated seizures CAN cause brain damage and lead to memory loss

1:13:09 maybe it's just me, but I feel like they kinda SHOULD care how Rosa's seizures affect her???

1:13:39 I feel like that's a stupid comparison...

1:14:09 apparently they also know when something isn't a panic attack because they have panic attacks "sometime"

1:14:35 panic attacks are different for everyone (but, I'll admit, I don't think I've ever seen the call they're talking about). Also, their analogies suck, they could've just said light switch, why specifically a light switch in a bathroom???

1:15:22 cool, more bad faith assumptions based on someone they've NEVER met. I'm curious where this 23 year old is studying to be a doctor since they can apparently diagnose someone as faking panic attacks over a call

1:15:39 literally, Lio acts more like an anime protagonist than Rosa (from what I've heard). Have you heard him yelling? It sounds like he's a shitty voice actor. I've heard comic dubs by 12 year olds with more believable rage than Lio

1:16:08 how many times have they interrupted Rosa now? I lost count

1:16:32 well now I'm even more confused, because I don't hear Rosa acting "cutesy UwU", I've only heard her struggle to speak and not understanding what's going on

1:16:41 She does have special needs, and Lio KNOWS this, so WHY hasn't he stepped in and confirmed that Rosa IS special needs?

1:16:52 really, I couldn't tell 🙄. Again, to me, these people sound more like wannabe voice actors than Rosa does TF 🤨

1:18:19 so they're NOT a doctor??? So why are they acting like they know anything???

1:18:51 has Lio considered the memory loss is Rosa trying to explain and not excuse?

1:19:23 1: that wasn't even a clever insult and 2: cool, telling Rosa to commit self delete

1:20:26 ok, so the grooming started in 2019 but was revealed in 2020

1:20:40 she literally didn't say that!

1:21:45 wait? What? Weren't they just giving Rosa crap for not listening to this Mongrel person (despite saying they also wouldn't listen to them), and it's Rosa's fault for giving Mongrel another chance? What?

1:22:17 so Rosa may not have been contacted about Nekopawn? Because they're asking if Rosa KNEW about the email?

1:22:24 why are they confronting ROSA about STAR GIANT complaining that they needed to ban Nekopawn? They're getting mad at the wrong person

1:23:02 IDK, why didn't the Senate try harder to get her in a call?

1:23:25 so Rosa isn't Rebecca's friend by Rebecca's OWN admission???

1:23:38 I THOUGHT THEY SAID SOMEONE EMAILED STAR GIANT ABOUT NEKO??? I THOUGHT STAR GIANT WAS ALREADY AWARE OF THE GROOMING AND THAT'S WHY THEY WERE COMPLAINING ABOUT HAVING TO BAN NEKO? If Star Giant ALREADY KNEW about the grooming, what was Rosa SUPPOSED TO DO? This whole call, I thought that the victims only went to Rosa and, because she never said anything, Star Giant didn't know, but they're saying that they contacted both Star AND another person who WENT TO STAR GIANT?! Like, even if Rosa DID try to ban Nekopawn (even though she apparently couldn't ban people), Star COULD'VE just added them back KNOWING of the grooming? Like, I'm confused, am I misunderstanding them?

1:23:46 just a guess, but maybe it was the seizure induced memory loss?

1:23:52 oh, did you go to war?

1:25:02 your problem is with Star!

1:26:01 look, I feel horrible hearing this victim of Nekopawn speak, what they went through is HORRIBLE, but they keep bringing up their grievances with STAR as if ROSA is the one who did them

1:27:44 and yet, somehow Lio, you still come across as chronically online

1:29:00 why are they bringing up the email sent to STAR GIANT? Again, this is Rosa, bring up the stuff you can prove was sent to HER and can prove she didn’t act upon the situation properly

1:29:25 I feel like a broken record, but STAR GIANT SAID THAT!

1:29:56 how does being a fan of someone have anything to do with memory problems?

1:31:29 I'm sorry WHAT?

1:32:12 Lio, you DO harass people on the internet

1:33:31 do they know if Star ever got abused, or are they just assuming she's overdramatising an insult about her editing? I mean, even if Star WAS abused, that doesn’t excuse them doing nothing about a groomer

1:33:42 so does Lio and this entire fucking server

1:33:54 then where is it? Bring THAT up instead of repeatedly bringing up what Star Giant did and said

1:34:18 irony? How is Rosa not remembering and someone else remembering details about her ironic?

1:37:22 it wasn’t Rosa's server though? Seriously, am I missing something?

1:38:11 or maybe Rosa was looking for other LGBT people to be friends with? Why do they immediately assume she's using LGBT people as shields?

1:39:15 where did she say she fetishisizes LGBT people? The bad faith assumptions are insane

1:40:52 okay, yeah, why was that recording ignored? That's messed up

1:42:26 very much agree, Rosa needs to get rid of Star Giant

1:43:14 STAR SAID THAT, NOT ROSA! WHY ARE YOU GETTING ON ROSA ABOUT SOMETHING STAR SAID?

1:44:37 they haven't let her speak? And when she gets the chance, they doubt or mock or interrupt her

1:47:53 Rosa ISTG 🤦‍♀️

1:51:25 where the hell did that even come from?

1:52:51 I guess those without talent also spend their free time being ableist bullies

1:55:57 and Rosa is the one acting like an anime protagonist?

1:56:12 so, now Lio is insulting Rosa's appearance, that's great and absolutely called for 🙄

1:56:18 "I care very much so about people with disabilities" mmmm, why don't I believe that?

1:56:36 BITCH STOP ASKING! YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE!

1:57:36 GEE, I WONDER WHY SHE WOULD WANT TO LEAVE???

1:57:50 isn’t that why she’s here? Because, so far, a majority of this call is just calling her stupid, saying ableist shit, and blaming her for stuff someone else said

1:58:20 they also cut her off repeatedly and didn't listen to her when she DID specify what she was sorry for and continued to treat her like an idiot

1:58:29 at this point, I'm confused about what Rosa did too, because the most outrageous stuff they've brought up is stuff they said Star Giant said, not Rosa. Again, maybe I'm misunderstanding and I apologize if that's the case but it's not very clear

1:59:29 I wish I was in this call because I have words to say and questions to ask

1:59:51 I don't know what's going on

2:00:01 oh, hey, unnecessary insults again

2:00:51 the way they talk to Rosa makes me wonder if they think SHE'S the groomer

2:01:28 "you've gone off topic so many times" YEAH, SO HAVE YOU AND ALMOST EVERYONE ELSE WHO SPOKE PEACHES! The only Naruto role player is you and your friends

2:02:10 and more ableism

2:02:55 wait, I thought they said earlier someone else snitched on the victims, not Rosa??? Did I misunderstand?

2:04:00 okay, first off, you don't know if she was sick or not Lio, second off knock off the slut-shaming, literally what reason was there for you to say that?

2:04:56 ok, so Lio admits he's threatening her now, and he's also telling her to self delete

2:05:32 wait? Find her family? How? Is he going to stalk her or something? That's a really weird thing to threaten

2:05:41 so Lio acknowledges she's LGBT now, and we know that he knows her parents are her caregivers, but he has no problems outing her to the people she relies on to live

2:05:47 kinda curious what Lio's excuse is for this call happening and everything he said, especially since he's older than Rosa and, apparently, has stronger morals

2:06:04 so you did stalk her? And are now threatening to harass her on her Facebook? Also, reblog is Tumblr you fucking idiot

2:06:31 now Lio is threatening to spread this through her town

2:06:41 couldn't happen to a better person? At the time of this call, you were friends with people more deserving of this vitrol. I wonder how Lio's town and family would react to him verbally abusing and bullying a disabled woman with 60+ people watching and others joining in?

2:07:10 HOW IS THAT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS???

2:09:15 if I hear that Peaches cried when people called them out for being a litle ableist bitch bully, I'm gonna lose my shit

2:09:38 WHEN DID SHE SAY ANY OF THAT???

2:10:05 sincerely, the slut comment was unnecessary

2:11:22 okay, so, Rosa can't interrupt Lio, but he's free to interrupt her and cut her off whenever he wants

2:11:39 WHAT THE FUCK LIO?!

2:13:13 she sounds so distressed

2:14:25 "say whatever you want about me being a horrible person" you mean in this server full of your friends that have repeatedly interrupted her, twisted her words, and thrown insults at her? Where at least one of them has already excused you spamming your haters, but Rosa apparently can't complain about you?

2:14:49 at this point, I also don't respect you Ziad

2:16:56 and now Ziad sounds like an anime character giving a tragic backstory monolog

2:18:36 clearly since you obviously haven't learned shit

2:19:18 didn’t Ziad say he hoped Rosa got hit by a car on Twitter? (I could be wrong) And several times IN THIS CALL people have told her that she should self delete?

2:19:26 well the ableism isn't false now I guess

2:20:18 wasn't that tweet addressed earlier in the call? Because, from my memory, the tweet wasn't accusing Ziad of being a homicidal maniac, it was an exaggerated way of saying Ziad silences people who are against him

2:20:49 "we're not abusing you!" Highly debatable

2:22:05 ISTG, everytime Peaches talks, I want to bash my head in with a brick

2:22:24 oh, cool, another doctor who can apparently diagnose strangers over Discord

2:24:24 you are a terrible person

2:24:56 I could say the EXACT SAME THING ABOUT ALMOST EVERYONE ON THIS CALL

2:27:39 IT WASN'T ROSA'S SERVER! STOP SPREADING MISINFORMATION!

2:28:50 maybe she just calmed down? Also, I thought she still sounded distressed while talking to Ziad

2:29:38 and yet, here Ziad is taking attention away from the grooming to yell at Rosa about shit on Twitter that, according to these people, shouldn't matter as much as the grooming

2:31:27 was ROSA the one calling Ziad a pedo??? Because that's disgusting and disappointing if so

2:32:12 oh, hey, Sappho's BFF is back

2:33:22 so Ziad DOES go after people with differing opinions??? I'm confused again

2:36:30 most of what you people have brought up isn't relevant to Rosa

2:37:40 LIO DID THREATEN TO TALK TO HER MOM! HOW WAS THAT A FAKE THREAT?

2:37:54 the next time I hear Peaches crying and having a panic attack, I'll just assume that they're lying because their mummy didn't raise them right

2:41:12 I counted, Coyote said the 'r' slur 9 times in a row

2:42:48 legit, those examples aren't even in the same ballpark Lio, and I think you know that

2:42:56 so, wait, Ziad can say his opinion all he wants, and people can't say anything bad about him, but if someone says something HE doesn't agree with (because even if a movie is factually bad, people can still have the opinion that it was good), he’s allowed to rip apart their opinions? That's what I'm getting in this section

2:43:09 and you're a piece of shit Lio, and I guess you always will be 🤷‍♀️

2:43:40 IT WASN'T ROSA'S SERVER AND YOU KNOW THAT LIO! CALLING IT "your server" WHEN SPEAKING TO ROSA MISLEADS THOSE WHO DON'T FUCKING KNOW AND PILES THE RESPONSIBILITIES THAT COME WITH OWNING A SERVER, WHICH ROSA DIDN'T HAVE BECAUSE IT WASN'T HER SERVER, ONTO HER

2:45:01 that's somehow the stupidest fucking suggestion I've ever heard so far. Who the hell would give people bullying them their login info? Quite frankly, I wouldn't be shocked if these people used that to say shit on her accounts and frame her for it

2:47:47 and now Lio is dehumanizing her, great

2:49:12 and fatphobia, because that's not disgusting and uncalled for

2:51:26 is it just me or is Peaches slurring their words?

2:51:58 these people keep bouncing between the Nekopawn situation and Twitter beef between Rosa and Ziad

2:52:45 funny, I'm curious if anyone in this call is sorry for the disgusting shit they said, or if they're just sorry they're now being called out

2:53:03 hasn't Rosa apologized several times in this call for her inaction about Nekopawn? I mean, all fairness, she has brought up how her personal life got in the way almost (if not every) time she said sorry, so I can see why it wouldn't feel genuine

2:53:19 so, Lio's wishing harm upon a disabled person from their caregiver

2:53:57 so, first she's an anime protagonist, and now she's an NPC

2:54:33 I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING ABOUT THE SENATE

2:54:47 LMAO, THE IRONY 🤣

2:55:59 and you people didn't help that victim and I HIGHLY doubt ANY of these people actually give a shit about kids being groomed after this call. This call has shown me that they just want to bully people in the open, but in a way that makes people think they're good people

2:56:25 SHE DIDN'T SAY THAT PEACHES ISTG!

2:58:08 *cough cough* pot meet kettle *cough cough*

2:59:58 I hope Lio sees my comment, maybe he'll answer all my questions

3:03:30 NO YOU'RE NOT BEING NICE AND YES, YOU ARE YELLING AT HER!

3:03:42 I'd argue most of these people can't come back from this "mistake" of a call

3:06:47 and yet, despite being used, this person clearly doesn't have an OUNCE of empathy or understanding for Rosa

3:09:37 if you gave STAR the evidence, how is it Rosa's fault that STAR told Neko? These people keep bringing up shit Star Giant did and said and demanding Rosa's answers for someone else's actions

3:11:16 Lio, you've lost your temper SEVERAL TIMES in JUST this call alone

3:11:40 so Lio ACKNOWLEDGES that Rosa needs a caretaker and incapable of taking care of herself

3:14:03 ...I feel like that sentence alone says a lot about what this call was actually about...

3:14:18 the fucking dramatic voice 😂 anime protagonist much

3:14:58 didn't Lio literally acknowledge that Rosa was LGBT earlier when he said he would out her to her parents, even if they were homophobic?

3:15:33 I couldn't given everyone was screaming insults at Rosa

3:16:01 well Peaches, I guess YOU would know something about bitch boy tears 🤷‍♀️

3:16:25 Dr Peaches in the house now, diagnosing someone over a fucking Discord call

3:16:36 wait, I didn't know Peaches fought in wars too? Or does Lio think you can only have PTSD if you're a war vet UNLESS he likes you?

3:16:51 I can't tell if Peaches is knowingly lying and twisting Rosa's words, or if they've somehow just convinced themselves that Rosa ACTUALLY said ANY of that, but I'm hoping it's the latter...

3:18:28 ROSA DIDN'T FUCKING SAY THAT!

3:18:38 were they? Because, if memory serves me correct, Blu is the one who initially assumed Rosa said grooming had an expiration date

3:19:35 maybe she gets quiet because everyone interrupts her and doesn't let her speak ... Just a thought...

3:20:06 WHEN DID SHE SAY THAT?????

3:20:50 oh cool, so Lio would murder his own disabled child for not doing enough to stop a predator

3:21:57 Lio quite literally told her she wasn't allowed to leave yet, and told (threatened) her that, if she did, he would contact her parents

3:22:03 if I find out that Peaches couldn't find the time to send an apology to Rosa for this call before deleting their shit, I'm gonna lose it

3:22:36 and abortion jokes. Also, Lio making fun of Rosa's appearance

Again... what is this, the 5th time?

3:23:34 PONDER, THANK EVERYTHING!

3:24:03 Lio back pedaling so fast LOL

3:24:28 she asked for a fucking reason Lio

3:24:55 none of you have even let her say more than 2 sentences at a time, how could she have gone on "tangents"? Also, not Lio fucking lying to Ponder

3:24:57 "never being able to answer direct questions" whenever she tried, someone would cut her off

3:25:03 YES PONDER, THANK YOU!

3:26:20 these fuckers got REAL quiet real fast

3:27:12 no she fucking didn't, stop twisting her words!

3:27:20 Ponder is finally asking the right questions

3:28:03 wow, Lio got real quiet...

3:29:27 thank you Harley and Ponder

3:29:39 fucking idiot

3:31:10 WHEN WERE ANY OF YOU TRYING TO BE NICE???

3:33:04 these bitches are STRUGGLING to explain themselves to Ponder

3:34:50 so many people seem to be leaving the call now that the bullying is done

3:35:40 THERE'S A DIFFERENCE? I'm so glad they called that shit out

3:36:25 Ponder was literally stunned by how stupid Lio sounded

3:37:13 I cannot believe I'm agreeing with Coyote...

3:37:56 I'M SO GLAD THEY CALLED WHOEVER THAT IS OUT ON THAT

3:38:26 how many excuses have you and your friends tried to make for their bullying in the past 15 or so minutes Ponder has been here?

3:39:29 you're letting her speak? You're giving her your patience? Legit when?

3:39:46 OH MY GOD, I WAS NOT EXPECTING SOMEONE TO ACTUALLY CALL THEM ON HOW THEY WERE MAKING EXCUSES

3:41:06 I'm so glad Harley brought up these threats and blackmail

3:41:32 LIO ADMITTED IT WAS A THREAT! AND HE WAS YELLING!

3:42:32 that's because it WAS intimidation

3:44:38 guys got a point, they're beating a dead horse

3:46:09 I'm so glad Ponder called Lio on this shit

3:47:23 THEY CHANGED HER NAME???

3:48:25 well, these people have shown it's unsafe for her

3:49:14 So, it's confirmed Lio knew and never said anything

3:49:58 Lio may not have brought them into this call, but he is (apparently) the owner of this server

3:50:11 Lio can interrupt anyone he wants, but God forbid anyone interrupt Lio

3:50:15 whether he used the slur or not, Lio was still ableist against someone he KNEW was disabled! How many times did he shame Rosa for not having a job or for living with her parents (caretakers!) at 30? He KNEW she couldn't take care of herself, and still repeatedly shamed and mocked her for it as if she was just lazy and stupid rather than incapable. He also continuously mocked her for not understanding "basic" questions and called her "mush mouth" MULTIPLE TIMES! Just because he didn't say the 'r' slur, doesn't mean he wasn't being ableist

Speaking of ableist little bitches, I haven't heard Peaches say anything for a bit and they wouldn't stfu earlier

3:50:49 THANK YOU! I HOPE YOU'RE LISTENING LIO

3:51:39 I'm going to say this rn, I don't believe for a SECOND that Coyote didn't know Rosa was disabled

3:51:49 I'm so glad some of these people are calling Lio out for withholding information about Rosa

3:52:14 that makes no sense and now I'm almost positive Coyote knew she was disabled and is just trying to cover his ass

3:53:09 I do. I think you were trying to make about yourself. You're also continuing to make it about yourself

3:54:45 you're right Lio, this IS your server, so why did it take so long for you to get off your ass and handle this?

3:55:02 "I'm not a qualified therapist" no shit and thankfully

3:55:31 DUDE, THEY WERE PROBABLY SCARED OF YOU AND YOUR POSSE! And, why does it feel like Lio is trying to shift the attention off of him and onto Harley and Grimace (?)

3:56:38 HA! THEY'RE NOT WRONG

I mean, seriously, a few people tried to say Ponder was making excuses for Rosa when she finally said something

3:57:54 people have VOCALLY said the same things

4:00:08 HOW DO YOU KNOW SHE FAKED A PANIC ATTACK AND PRETEND CRIED! YOU'RE JUST ASSUMING THAT

TL;DR I somehow came out of this call more confused about the Nekopawn situation than when I went in, and the stuff these people said was disgusting and nasty and I hope they're reflecting on their actions and apologize to Rosa. Lio may say he doesn't stand by this call because "it happened a year ago" but I don't believe him for a second. I JUST learned about this call 3 days ago, but I used to be subscribed and listened to Lio while drawing, and I haven't heard him address this in ANY of his videos EXCEPT for a small section in one of his latest video where all he really says is that he's working on a video (correct me if I'm wrong) and bitching about how people are JUST now getting mad about this call, when, IDK about anyone else, but, again I JUST learned about this call

I'm still planning on listening to what Lio says, but I think I'm going to struggle to believe anything he says

I hope Ponder eventually listened to the entire call and saw how they lied to her and twisted Rosa's words...

#lio convoy #hopeless peaches #ponder sprocket #tw ableism #tw slut-shaming #tw slurs #tw slur #the senate #tw r slur #repeatedly #honestly this whole call is a fucking trigger in itself

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@roccondil asked about my pf character based on this art and ofc I will take any excuse to talk about ocs at the slightest prompting, but beneath the cut because I know it'll be rambly (of course it will be, I'M the one writing it and I write on this site in the same long-winded excitable manner I speak. There's GOTTA be tangents, I cannot stay on a single thought)

OKAY SO apologies in advance this is long + turns a little personal abt my own feelings on romance at the end

I won't go into the whole campaign plot bc that would take forever, but it's a pathfinder 2e campaign in a homebrew setting. The game takes place in a wintry country near the northern pole, it is an elven nation and largely made up of magic users, everyone is lowkey snooty and Very Serious, except on the politically&religiously approved festivals when shit gets wild. The basic premise is heavy on the political intrigue and assassinations.

My character - Periklea Alkmeonidae - is a wizard grad student, essentially. She's an elf, but only 74, so by societal standards quite young, and is in many respects a 'young scrappy hungry' upstart. She's not nobility, but from a decently well respected family of scholars, her brother Alkibiades is several decades older, always showing her up, and some sort of up and coming politician.

Periklea attended the Fancy Wizard University in the capital and specialized in illusion magic (utility caster for an intrigue themed campaign!) and her research is in the magic & gods of the previous age [there was a world shattering calamity, stuff happened with the gods, etc etc, this was way way way way before the campaign, she's basically a magic archaeologist]. After her time at the academy she became apprenticed to one of the top mages in the country - Lyrian - however, Lyrian is a bit of a bitch. She's selfish, and ruthless, and is a little cutthroat and perhaps unethical in her attempts to gain political & academic power. That's fine, because that suited Periklea perfectly - she is also less scrupulous in her attempts to gain academic prestige and renown. She's not /evil/ just true-neutral selfish and has a one-track mind on her own ambitions. She also has a raven familiar named Diomedes but that's not relevant to the romance.

When the campaign starts, Periklea's been sent to work with a senate member trying to reform the fucked up govt in the country, not because she has good intentions, but because Lyrian told her to + it'll help her gain hard to get research access to a restricted site if she has the favour of some high-ranking politicians. This is how the whole party gets involved with each other, except most of them are good-aligned to some degree or another.

A whole political assassination plot (possibly involving an evil Alkmeonidae ancestor??) happens, and I'll spare you all the details, but in the course of trying to solve this mystery (and for Periklea to further her own aims) she attempts to make connections with a prominent senator, Count Vyllsen. She's never met the count before, for all her ambition, she's a /scholar/ not a politician, and despite having a decent charisma score, she's absolutely awkward when it comes to manoeuvring outside of academia - she can handle the academic manipulations with ease, but non-academics?? Yikes.

So to get in with Vyllsen she calls on an acquaintance of hers from her academy days - Illdaria. Illdaria is a 'wizard-jock' - pathfinder's magus class - where Periklea is a vanilla wizard nerd, Illdaria specialized in magus training. They were classmates, but Periklea never really considered her a 'friend', an acquaintance and a colleague at most, however, she kept contact with Illdaria because she could be useful politically - Illdaria is Vyllsen's niece, and has connections to the nobles of the neighbouring empire - her half-brother is the emperor and her father a duke, but due to her nebulous heritage this is kept somewhat on the down-low.

As one can imagine, Periklea had no qualms about using Illdaria's friendship to arrange a meeting with Vyllsen. Illdaria finds out the truth, is DEEPLY upset, and Periklea has to deal with feeling guilty - it's her first emotion in nearly a decade - Rose's character Katya is appalled to find out Periklea's only emotion is usually ambition.

The party keeps running into Illdaria throughout the campaign, because she's part of a significant noble family that's plot-relevant and every time Periklea is like....oh God The Guilt. At one point she decides she's going to try to do something /good/ and /selfless/ for once, and in her research she finds a bunch of stuff related to Illdaria's family history + Illdaria's area of research - Periklea gives this to her as an apology and makes it clear that it's a gift with no strings attached, she's not looking for any political gain from this gift. She also offers some of her research notes & to commit library crimes by breaking in to the restricted section together. It's a very stilted awkward apology, and Illdaria (rightly) is like....hm maybe you should try to be a better person 'you really ought to think... do you REALLY want to be like Lyrian? Is that what you REALLY want in life?'... Periklea has an existential crisis upon realizing that Illdaria has genuinely considered her a friend THIS WHOLE TIME. And perhaps even sadder, Illdaria is the closest thing Periklea HAS to a friend, she just never realized it til now.

Tons more plot stuff happens, at one point they have to go to a masquerade to try to gather intel on a related govt conspiracy + they're also now doubling as vigilantes at night. ANYWAY at the ball, Rose, out of character, suggests Periklea go talk and dance with Illdaria since she's been really trying to be a better person and Periklea isn't great at the political schmoozing anyway. I think to myself, sure why not, and so I do.

Now, at the beginning of the campaign, I thought it would be funny to take a voluntary penalty to strength, I'm a utility caster, surely how often will I ever need athletics as a skill. WELL..... in trying to get across the crowded ballroom, my extremely awkward wizard trips and falls flat on her face and loses her glasses, cue a Velma from Scooby-Doo type situation, except lo and behold who scoops up Periklea's glasses and comes to her rescue? Why of course her dashing wizard-knight, Illdaria. They have their little meet-cute (even though they've known each other for years) and they talk and have a heart to heart. Periklea fumbles both the dancing and talking - trying to be genuine and truthful for once does NOT come easily - but apparently it's charming enough for Illdaria, who likes this new, earnest Periklea.

I /FRAN/ am not a smooth person, and a terrible flirt because I mean everything So Much and have no emotional restraint, but I managed one real smooth line about how we can sneak Illdaria away from her overbearing uncle because I'm an illusion wizard, clearly offering spell slots is a sign of love. To paraphrase Rose about the GM (her fiance), 'he's a Straight Man but very good at playing charming lesbian npcs'. (Apparently this has happened in previous campaigns lmao)

It is all VERY sweet and VERY Top Tier Romance To Me. I didn't go into the campaign with any notions of Periklea's romantic inclinations* so this kinda just crept up on both me AND her**, but it's SO SOFT??? Like peak romance is hand holding, awkward blustering flirting, exchanging wizard notes, and going to the festival. They have a festival date which will SURELY be interrupted by plot-relevant murder attempts, but like.....THE ROMANCE OF IT ALL. Wizard romance for the win.

Like. Maybe I'm Just Realizing Things About Myself, but I crave that romantic intimacy with the intensity of a thousand suns, but not really the carnal aspects? Don't get me wrong, I would like that, but it's a lesser concern, only one sun intensity, and besides there's the whole Catholic Guilt thing and my aversion to physically having children bc of various mental things. PURE ROMANCE on the other hand??? The tenderness of it all??? THE TRUST AND FORGIVENESS ??? THE COMMITMENT AND SOFTNESS AND TENDER TOUCH?? I am maybe obsessed with lavender marriages and romantic friendships and qprs and all other hard-to-define relationships for said reason. I'm insane about die in my arms mutual lifelong devotion <- to no one's surprise says the person who is literally always blogging about yearning and devotion. Greatest desire of my heart!! Maybe!!!

As a teen I was never the 'lying in bed with my feet kicked up doodling hearts in a notebook' type, but now, aged 27, in all ways except physical, I am absolutely doing that while thinking about these two. Deadass I added some heart doodles to my campaign notes for last session.

*Sebastian, my broken cleric from a Stahd campaign, had a very clearly defined bisexuality from the start. He was in a horrible awful space after betraying his previous party and becoming trapped in Barovia, and so he spent a LOT of years pre-campaign being an alcoholic and charlatan prelate and sleeping around - both for self-loathing guilt induced reasons, and because a little coin and a warm bed goes a long way in Barovia. I knew from the start I wanted him to have some sort of a recovery arc, and so when Strahd kept trying to trick Seb into betraying the party AGAIN and becoming one of his spawn-brides & Escher kept appearing and there were clear parallels between Seb and Escher....from there it was an easy jump to romance. I DID NOT plan the same for Periklea. Though I suppose if Seb was a manifestation of my depression, Periklea is my anxieties, and they're being handled differently by this co-creative narrative venture.

** Ironically, 'it crept up on me' is exactly me, aged 18, being like 'wow girls are cool too and I guess I'm bisexual???' I was suchhhhh a late bloomer and had had only a few crushes on guys, and only ever if we were friends, in highschool so it was like, oh okay this is just what it's like. Get to university, am studying abroad, have really small class sizes, have a few classes with this cool af girl, we spend a lot of our class travel time on long bus & train rides talking about lotr and medieval history and all sorts of things. And it was like an /oh/ moment of I could just curl up and lean on your shoulder and keep talking like this forever and hold hands and maybe sometimes kiss gently and that would be the happiest thing in my life. Also she had streaks of blue hair. And pronouns. Ofc.

#vilestraia campaign #periklea tag #long post #I RLLY HOPE THAT READ MORE WORKED AJFDSKFHSAKLJD #anyway pls come talk to me about my disaster wizard i love her so much

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