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[artbykays]

Hi I miss Geordi. I hope he is doing well😭💙

Also I hc that he is on the thicker side cause I love me the “bulky jock looking who is actually scared of gyms and jocks”

Also ig I could throw in that brat Cutie. I hope you are getting help too

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[huxleaf]

“ Deafening Silence ”

Characters / Pairing - Geordi + Cutie (brief mentions of Sweetheart & James)

Genre - fluff

AO3 link if you'd prefer<3

Cutie was zoning out again, it didn't matter, not really. They couldn't hear what Geordi and their work friends were saying. Cutie didn't have a problem with mouth reading, infact, they were actually quite good at it. Though, All they could hear was loud silence. A faint ringing noise in the back of their head. Geordi noticed this, waving his hand in front of their face before giving them a warm smile.

Cutie smiled back at him by habit. Geordi raised his hands, signing to them, "Hey, Cutie. Are you okay?" Geordi's hands signed at Cutie. Their eyes widened at this.

When did did he learn sign language? After an abrupt pause, Cutie signed back, "I'm doing fine. Enjoying yourself, Geordi? I know my workmates can be a bit much." Cutie giggled as they signed. Geordi shone his signature crooked smile to his lover, his eyes crinkling with the smile. And he calls them Cutie? 

"I've been great. Though it's mostly just James and Reagan talking. I barely understand anything they're saying." His hands motioned messily, stumbling over a numbered amount of signs. Geordi felt his lips transform into a small grin. " Sorry for the bad signing. I just started learning a while ago. Cutie felt a sincere smile creep unto their lips. The group was silent now, attention fully on the pair having a quiet conversation. 

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[hhoneyglasss]

retired from sad, new career in business

notes: hiya. here is cutie.

i hope u enjoy.

pairings: geordi/cutie

pov: cutie — first person limited

word count: 1.4k

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46497778

!! TWs {these begin under the cut} !! slightly graphic imagery, metaphoric mention of vomiting, discussion about current specialized therapy, & mentions of past relationship troubles. if any of these topics are triggering to u, please proceed with caution or do not interact with this work.

reblogs r v much appreciated !

The days were quiet now.

It wasn’t an unpleasant silence—at least, not in the way that it used to be. I've come to like it a lot, actually. Sometimes being the only noise in the house wasn’t so bad—at least not as bad as I used to think it was.

Before now, I’d hated silence since I was a kid. I was almost never around it—my childhood home was always full of the (mental) voices of my family. Never a quiet moment, save for when I was alone, but even then, I’d always have music on or the TV turned to an audible but low volume in the background. I’d do anything to fill in the empty space that silence has a nasty habit of making.

When I grew older and moved out on my own, I always lived with somebody. The buzz of their thoughts would always echo their reverb, and I got used to the noise.

There was never a moment when I was truly by myself. Even when I was asleep, I could hear someone else’s dreams being acted out just a second behind mine. Their thoughts were always playing on a silver screen, one that I wove for myself and only I knew about.

But things were different with Geordi. Now, I had someone else aware of the screen, sitting right next to me as the movie played out before us.

He didn’t like the film, though, and suddenly, I didn’t either.

That’s when the cassette tape’s casing splintered and the roll of film tore. I watched as the screen I’d made ripped apart, threads upon threads coming undone until I was drowning in them.

The only thing left in my theater was a single spotlight that now aimed all of its blistering light onto me. The title of today’s film changed, and suddenly I was the opening act.

Except there wasn’t anybody in the audience. Rows upon rows of empty leather seats stared down at me and the only thing I could focus on was the deafening silence filling up the room.

The only thing clear to me through my tears was Geordi standing at the left side of the theater. His face was dimly lit with the red light of the emergency exit sign, and I opened my mouth to scream to him, but nothing came out. I screamed and screamed and screamed until my throat had been ripped raw, only to choke on the silver pouring from my mouth.

Through the threads dripping with silver, I reached out to Geordi, even when the better judgment of silence told me that I didn’t deserve it. But when I wiped the silver tears from my eyes, the only thing left in his wake was his ticket, now torn to shreds.

I turned slowly to look directly at the spotlight, ignoring the burn in my eyes. I turned again to look at my captive, empty audience, and I screamed again. I wailed and hollered and shrieked until I was dripping silver and I collapsed on the stage, distant claps sounding as the curtain was drawn in a final flourish.

It had been three months since then. Three months since we’d separated—or broken up? Maybe taking a break is the best word. I know I couldn’t tell you.

I’d started seeing someone not long after—maybe two weeks had passed before I’d found an empowered specialist working under D.U.M.P. After our initial appointment, we’d begun meetings three times a week.

Now, two and a half months later, we’ve reduced it to one meeting a week. My specialist, Dr. Almar, said that I’ve been making a lot of progress. She even dared to say that she can see the effort I’m putting in. I still have trouble believing her sometimes.

In the beginning, I felt that same urge I did with her that I had with Geordi. That awful want to look into her thoughts because the other option—not having a clue as to what she was thinking—seemed impossible. I resisted, though, and only five minutes into our first appointment, she asked, “Are you listening to my thoughts right now? Have you at all since we begun talking?”

“No.”

“Good,” she had said, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips, “That’s the first right step.”

Those words specifically had stuck with me; first right step. From then on, I tried to make those right steps, and I’ll admit they didn’t always go ‘right’. Sometimes I made wrong ones, but I learned that that’s okay. I learned that instead of staying stuck there, standing, I would keep marching forward.

So I did.

I hadn’t talked to Geordi at all in the time we’ve been separated. I waited for him instead, letting him come to me when he felt he was ready to talk again.

I’d already fumbled enough threads—now it was his turn to work the needle.

Today, I sat on the railing of the balcony. It was finally beginning to be warm again, the short days of winter having already passed us by. The sun was setting slowly, its rays painting wide strokes of pink, orange, and purple across the sleepy sky.

A warm breeze blew past me, and I let out a heavy sigh. The city was quieter today than usual—the common hustle and bustle of cars was gone. Instead, I just watched. I saw a couple ride bikes towards the beach, towels almost being sent flying before they both caught them and laughed. I watched as the lights of stores flicked on, their twinkling mimicking the stars that had begun to appear in the sky.

I heard my phone ring inside, and I hopped off of the balcony to head back in. I slid the doors shut before picking up my phone and reading the contact.

Geordi’s name appeared on the screen.

I thought at first that it was a mistake, an accidental clicking of my contact when he meant to call someone else. After the third ring, though, I figured that it wasn’t.

I answered with a deep breath, “Hey, Geordi.”

“Hi,” he greeted.

I paused, unsure of what to say next. Every phrase I could come up with didn’t sound right, everything just slightly off. I let him take the lead.

“How are you?”

I smiled a little. “I’m okay. How have you been?”

“Good.”

The silence came back again before he said, “I just wanted to tell you that I miss you.”

I smiled a little wider. “I miss you too.”

Silence followed once again, but it was natural. Neither of us tried to fill it until the moment felt right. It was new, but it wasn’t bad. I didn’t mind it.

I said next, “I’ve been talking to someone—an empowered specialist. I like it. It’s nice.”

“I’m glad,” he replied, and I loved how I could hear the smile in his voice, “I’m happy beyond words, cutie.”

The old nickname pulled at my heartstrings, and I got a little dizzy. I sat down on the couch.

He spoke up again. “If you’re ready to talk, I’d like to meet up whenever you’re free. I’d really like to see you again, but only if you’re comfortable.”

“No, I’d—I’d really like that, too.”

“Okay,” he said, “What about the coffee shop on Glassglow Boulevard? The one we used to go to?”

“That sounds great,” I answered, “Are you free tomorrow? Maybe around six?”

“Yeah,” Geordi agreed, “It’s a date, then.”

“It is.”

A few moments of silence passed by before I added, “And Geordi, I—I want you to know that I know that things aren’t gonna go back to the way they were, and I—I think that’s a good thing. I think that’s a really good thing, actually. I’m ready to begin our next right step with you, as long as you are.”

“I’m ready, cutie,” he said, “I love you. I love you more than you know.”

“I love you too, Geordi.”

—

We ended the call not long after, both of us confirming the date, time, and location for tomorrow with each other before exchanging ‘good night's' to one another.

I set my phone on the couch and leaned back, turning to look outside. The sun had fully set now, the sky now lit with countless stars. Moonlight lounged across the railing and spilled onto the living room floor.

Liquid silver was now shining back at me, its luminance reflecting off of every surface in the open room. I was surrounded by it, but this time it was different.

There was hope in this silver, a certain glimmer to it that wasn’t there before. There was something in it that told me things were going to be okay—all I had to do was be patient.

It told me that I was making the right steps, and for the first time in a long time, I believed it. I believed in myself.

The room drifted off into silence, and I let myself be enveloped by my spools of silver as they led me back into my theater.

It told me I was making right steps, and for the first time in three months, I believed it. So I welcomed it, and I let myself be enveloped by it as it led me through the night.

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[mar-the-magician]

WIP Wednesday!

Uhh. Geordi smut. Yeah. I don't have much of an explanation for this one. Enjoy!

Geordi blinked and yawned. Cutie frowned sympathetically. If they’d known there was going to be a fucking speech in the middle of the performance, they wouldn’t have asked him to come with them. Their little cousin was in the talent show and her parents weren’t going to be able to make it, so Cutie had agreed to come to support her, asking Geordi to come with them so they wouldn’t be alone. But her part wasn’t until the second half of the show, and the principal had a speech planned in the middle of the show that Cutie hadn’t been aware of. And it was long. And boring. And loquacious. And had they mentioned it was long? They glanced over at Geordi, who looked so bored that he looked interested. Well, they could at least make this a little less boring…

They poked his shoulder and, when he turned to look at them, tapped two fingers against their temple and raised an eyebrow. Geordi nodded hurriedly, a smile that warmed Cutie's heart spreading across his face.

"Hey there, Cutie!'"

"Hey handsome," they grinned at him. 

"Love their voice in my head— love it when they call me that— cute grin— sparkly eyes— so pretty. D’you think the principal's hair is gonna fall down?" Cutie almost laughed.

"That’s how you’ve been entertaining yourself this whole time?"

"I'm not kidding! Look at that pin in her hair— wobbles every time she moves her head. I swear it’s gonna fall down any minute… then it would flop over her face. Would she get hair in her mouth? Maybe then she would stop talking so much."

"Geordi! You’re gonna make me laugh!" They scolded mentally. Geordi grinned and stuck his tongue out.

"I love their laugh— would be bad if they laughed right now though— besides, why not keep their gorgeous laugh all to myself? Yee, the ignorant masses don’t need the knowledge that your laugh is straight from heaven…" They blushed and rolled their eyes. 

"Watch it, charmer, or you’ll have me falling in love with you all over again," they crooned, turning their head back to look at the principal again.

"Heheh, all over again… love being called charmer, they should call me that more… am I all that charming though? Maybe on the outside but once you get in my brain it’s just chaos with some charm mixed in— are they listening to me or the principal? They look too bored to be listening to me… hm, that unimpressed face they have on is actually kinda hot… raising one eyebrow and all… 

Oh fuck, did they hear that? Did you hear that?"

They schooled their face to be properly distracted looking. If Geordi's mind was going to wander in that direction, they surely weren’t going to discourage it.

"Cutie? You still in here?"

"Hm? Sorry, love, I was zoning out. What did you say?"

"Ah, nothing, Cutie, just random wandering thoughts. Sorry," 

Hm, they had a unfair advantage here. Good. They raised one eyebrow at him and shrugged.

"Well, okay then, pretty boy," Geordi’s eyes widened.

"W-oh wow— fuck, the expressions hot— and pretty boy?? Oh wow that’s hot— wait. Cutie. You know what being called pretty boy does to me." He turned an accusing glare on them. They returned it with an innocent smile. 

"I'm sure I don’t know what you mean, my lover," they thought wickedly. Geordi twitched. 

"My lover. My lover. My lover???" 

"Well you are, aren’t you?" Cutie put on the innocent face again. Geordi ran a hand over his eyes. 

"What are you doing? You realize we are in public right? At a children’s talent show? There are kids here— and parents— probably suburban soccer mom Karens— you can’t be saying things like that in my head right now— what if I accidentally make a noise? Oh fuck, it would be bad if we got caught— but fuck— why is— shit, why is this getting me going so much? Oh fuck…" Cutie smirked at him.

"As long as you can keep quiet, we're all good, pretty boy. After all, it’s not like I’m saying anything out loud. It’s not like I’m saying out loud how much I’d like to have my mouth on you right now." Geordi turned his head to stare at them like they’d grown a second nose.

"Are you trying to kill me?" 

"Oh come on now, Geordi. No-one except us can tell how much you would fucking love to have me pressing soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses all up and down your chest and torso and neck. No-one will be able to tell… unless you give it away… so really, your fate is in your own hands right now." Geordi's eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"Mouth— kisses— on my chest and torso and neck?? Oh fuck that’s hot— love their mouth so much— oh my g— Cutie!!" They had chosen their first image very tastefully. It wasn’t too revealing, more of a tease than anything else. Just a memory of their lips on the junction between his shoulder and neck, murmuring soft praises into his skin. 

"Cutie— fuck, fuck, shit, ohhhh…" With the next image (fucking in front of a mirror was not only fun, but handy for later it seemed) Geordi's hand strayed down to his groin. 

"Oh fuck that’s hot— no, no, bad Geordi, bad thoughts, you cannot touch yourself in the middle of a speech in a public auditorium." Cutie stifled a chuckle behind their hand.

"We're in an empty row, and there's no-one directly in front of or behind us… if you’re really so desperate and needy already, I don’t see why you can’t touch just a little…" Geordi gasped out loud, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth.

"What are you, my shoulder devil? Oh go— you’re so bad, you are so fuckin bad, you are evil, evil, evil— their eyes are all shiny— cheeks are flushed— mouth's hanging open a little— am I affecting them as much as they’re affecting me? So hot— ohhh the way they look at me from under the lids of their eyes? Gonna— ugh— makes me feel like I’m some kind of prey— like they’re gonna eat me up— so hot— no, no, no, not hot, evil, evil, bad— ohhh no please—“ They had a hand on his thigh. Geordi was trembling, hands balled into fists, biting his tongue to keep himself from making some incriminating noise. 

"This is so not fair—!" Cutie rubbed their hand back and forth gently, circling closer and closer— higher and higher up his thigh.

"And yet you really seem to be enjoying yourself, don’t you, my lover? Do you like that? How unfair it is? How much power I hold over you? I’m going easy on you, pretty boy. I could wreck you right now. Fill your head up with so many dirty thoughts and images and memories and sensations that you couldn’t possibly keep silent. Make everyone see just how bad you are. I could work you up until you didn’t care how many people saw or how bad of trouble we got in— all you would care about is touching and being touched and—“ Geordi stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to the bathroom. If you want to stop teasing the shit out of me and actually make good on some of this, you can follow me." He walked jerkily away, thoughts still chasing each other through his mind at breakneck speed. 

Ahehe… please don’t come for me

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[eggyboyoart]

Does Cutie (Geordi's listener) work for the department?

I've been under the assumption that they do for so long idk where my delusion ends and reality begins-

Because in the video where The Inversion has happened and Geordi is comforting them, I took that as Cutie having been at the Inversion, like not inside but outside with the department working on helping

I need someone to fact check me because I don't know whats real

anymore-

#eggy talks*~ #am i hallucinating #i swear that i though cutie worked for the department but im not sure anymore #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted cutie #redacted asmr cutie #redacted audio cutie #cutie #redacted geordi #redacted asmr geordi #redacted audio geordi #geordi

[miloeveryday38]

10 minutes and 40 seconds of Geordi freaking out and fighting himself Trying to properly talk to this hot-cute stranger [ cutie ]

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[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] geordi

and just like that he was gone, the love of your life was gone because you couldn’t help but peak into his mind selfishly after he specifically told you not to. you have completely fucked this up and now you need to fix it. the apartment suddenly feels empty and quiet. the apartment feels quiet. you feel quiet. god how the fuck are you gonna fix this?

your skin grows itchy with every moment passing, you feel useless and broken with every tear that keeps flowing down your cheeks. you harshly wipe them away and you can’t tell how many times you’ve done it but it’s enough times to feel that the skin on your cheeks is now growing to be in a raw and sensitive state.

“what the fuck have i done?” you fall to your knees as your vision grows blurry with the new hot tears forming in your eyes. “what the fuck do i do?” you say out loud to no one in particular.

“i-i don’t know what to do. please tell me what to do.” you lay on the floor to curl into a fetal position. “what do i do? i don’t know what to do?” the sobs shake through your whole body as you lay there, you feel absolutely pathetic.

no, you feel angry at yourself for what you’ve done. how could you do this to him? it was the one thing he asked for and you couldn’t respect a simple wish and now he is gone because of you.

the anger takes hold of you and you quickly stand before you start throwing your tantrum. pillows, shoes, plates, glasses, nothing was safe from your wrath. you don’t deserve these nice things, you don’t deserve him. all you can see is red before you spot it, an actual red object. it’s a weighted crab stuffed animal that geordi had gifted you, though he seemed to like it more than you.

placing down the plate that was supposed to be your next victim, you walk over to the plush crustacean and pick it up gently as though it would break in your clutch. it’s soft and it smells like him still, it’s claws are weighted so you sling them over your shoulders so it almost feels like a hug; then the reality of the situation sets in, geordi is gone and you need to get help.

you turn, still holding the small crab in your arms and you take in the damage you’ve done to the apartment. this isn’t a normal reaction to something were you aren’t the victim.

you sniffle as you pull out your phone, you need help and you’ll need to find someone who can help you. your thumb hovers over cam’s number as you squeeze the plush crab one more time before pressing call.

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cutie def went through the five stages of grief after that break up cause i know i did

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

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[fregget-frou]

Happy pride everyone!! ITS STILL PRIDE MONTH HERE!!

Since I actually only have one (1) gender conforming listener (which is Darlin) I decided to draw some of my favorite listeners and their flags!

They are always so fun to draw I wish I could’ve drawn each listener but thats alot of people!!

Happy pride month to everyone and im just so glad that this community is so sweet and accepting!! I’ve struggled in fandoms that aren’t really accepting of the queer community and just seeing how chill everyone is about everything is just amazing!

#I cant say I dont draw women enough when I dont even draw men much #all of my OCs are gay #only a few are male or female #we need more gender expressions shown so I am making my own representation as a demiboy #also fun fact!! #FL and Cutie are both intersex! FL is also biologically intersex so facts fun #I love my gay children so much….<3333 #redacted asmr #freggzartz #freggzocs #redacted asmr freelancer #redacted asmr cutie #redacted asmr angel #redacted asmr lovely #redacted asmr sweetheart #redacted asmr starlight #also Fl is my most self inserty oc ever #I made them demiromantic before I KNEW I WAS DEMIROMANTIC #foreshadowing myself man…

[raccooncass]

can geordi and cutie ever get a break 😭 like maybe some cute fluff

like geordi retelling shrek to cutie in his head or something 😭

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[redactedasmrhottakes]

i want cutie to meet some with aphantasia

that shit would rock their world

#redacted asmr cutie #redacted asmr #redacted asmr geordi #aphantasia

[iluvmarie]

ykw fuck it

i’m now a cutie apologist

i said what i said in my last post tho, that was still sum dumb shi but i’d probably do the same🤷🏽‍♀️

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[artbykays]

ANOTHA HC

David x Angel = Raven & Beast Boy

Milo x Sweetheart = Batman & Catwoman

Ash x Babe = Superman & Lois Lane

Sam and Darlin = Kon-El (Superboy) x Wonder Girl (Cassandra)

Guy x Honey = Kid Flash x Artemis

Vincent x Lovely = Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy

Geordi x Cutie = Jon x Damien

Elliot x Sunshine = Green Arrow x Black Canary

IM ON MY DC RAMPAGE SO 🤭🤭

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[huxleaf]

Ts reminds me of Geordi n Cutie no i will not elaborate

#ajaxs stuff #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr geordi #redacted audio geordi #redacted geordi #redacted asmr cutie #redacted audio cutie #redacted cutie #Spotify

[hhoneyglasss]

media comprehension and interpretation {about : redacted audios}

hello all ! i’ve been thinking about this for awhile and i’ve seen it been discussed quite a few times, and i’d like to speak about it as well and add in my own perspective to a very valuable conversation. the reason for me finally writing this now was a post made by @darlin-collins regarding a recent fanfic uploaded to ao3 under the sam/darlin tag. thank u @darlin-collins !

tldr for this post: media comprehension skills r very important, and there’s a significant portion of the fandom who seems to be lacking them. also, it is okay to not like a character, but it’s not okay to drag down others’ works of that character bcuz of that dislike.

so, to begin, i wanna say that the issue that the redacted fandom is hving is super common and not exclusive to it in specific. every fandom has these same issues with mischaracterization, disagreements over who likes/dislikes what character, etc., but the issue many others and i hv noticed is these issues r incredibly disproportionate to the fairly small size of the redacted fandom. this fandom is tiny in the vast expanse of all media, yet there are so many fights, disagreements, and hatred thrown at fictional characters and real people alike. it’s just strange—strange enough to notice at least.

so when i first heard about the discourse on (specifically) tiktok about cutie, i was surprised at the very visceral things i’ve seen being said about them. it’s the bright eyes situation all over again, only seemingly worse—and it is proven for the millionth time that time itself is not a sphere, but a flat circle.

if you don’t like cutie, i honestly don’t blame u, even if some might. they, admittedly, aren’t the easiest to like due to their constant disrespect of geordi’s boundaries and overall questionable decisions that most ppl wouldn’t align themselves with. however, the catch is that there’s a difference between criticizing a character and, for lack of a better word, “hating” on them for no particular reason besides the fact that u don’t like them.

i’ve also noticed this w vincent and caelum recently, and i will be fully transparent—i like neither of them. personally, they aren’t the types of characters i gravitate to, which is okay. what’s not okay is skewing lovely and vincent’s relationship to portray vincent as a sadistic and manipulative mastermind. do i think he’s a little weird in canon ? yeah, but not THAT weird. also, i understand trying to compare lovely and sam’s turnings in the sense that they were both turned during fatal situations, but not in the sense of consent. lovely gave consent, sam didn’t, and that’s where the very bold line is drawn. don’t blur it and try to make vincent seem as bad as alexis, bcuz u look dumb.

and i wouldn’t recommend trying to make stuff up abt caelum, bcuz u might just look even dumber.

so, now, onto the fic mentioned earlier a couple of times, i’ll link it below if u’d like to read it for urself, but i ask that u don’t send the author harassment or disparaging messages, even if i say things that might disagree with their view of tank/darlin’ and their relationships with others.

i will say that the tags of the post caught me off guard at first bcuz, once again, for lack of better words, they seemed “bitter” towards both tank and sam for a reason that was not really elaborated on. however, i read thru the fic anyway and was surprised by their interpretation of tank’s character.

but the thing is is that different interpretations of media should be encouraged within a fandom’s space, even if those interpretations aren’t the most popular or well-liked. this is especially true with a character like tank, whose personality in canon can only be displayed through implied dialogue and sfx noises. there is no clear-cut interpretation of them to be had in the first place—they’re a soundless, faceless character.

and if u read this fic in particular, i can understand y u would dislike it because of the way tank is portrayed. they’re portrayed in a significantly more negative light than they are in canon or in most fandom works, but again, it’s somebody else’s idea of them, not ours.

the real issue i hv w the fic as a whole is the author’s statements in the comment section regarding other fandom works made abt tank. they’ve taken to calling others’ works “cookie-cutter” and “boring,” and i don’t think i should have to say this, but i will anyways—don’t insult other ppl’s work, especially said work that isn’t hurting anybody. it makes u sound like an asshole, and it’s not needed. those opinions can be kept to urself bcuz they’re unnecessary and hurtful.

i also saw the author say that they felt like they were seeing the same interpretation of tank over and over again and that they wanted to try smth different, which is totally okay ! innovation should be welcomed, and i understand seeing a missing space regarding a certain character’s representation in a fandom. i saw a similar thing where, with tank, i didn’t see many feminine interpretations of them (which might just be bcuz i nvr visually saw them, as in they do exist but i was nvr recommended them) so i made a feminine tank. but the difference is that i didn’t insult others’ works, bcuz their works hold just as much value even if our interpretations of the same character are different.

and again, i want to make it clear that idc that this person doesn’t like tank or sam, even if they’re my favorite couple within the redactedverse bcuz at the end of the day it doesn’t matter. they aren’t real, no actual person is being hurt. i rly just wanted to draw attention to what they were saying abt other ppl’s fics, artworks, etc.

sry this got kinda long, but they’re thoughts i’ve been hving for awhile. hopefully i didn’t ramble too much, but if anything doesn’t make sense, feel free to ask me to clarify, i don’t mind at all. thx for reading this all the way thru, tho, thanks ! hv a good day/afternoon/evening/night ! <3

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[kimiko-the-angel]

While listening to the new Geordi vid, I passed by a comment about the HBS about how Geordi kept saying no but Cutie keeps forcing it and then that's when I realized how much boundaries Cutie was crossing bcuz they probably think its ok and all in good fun

(I love the realistic complexity of a character but honestly, its just that I cant relate to their characteristic that much which makes them complex to me)

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[mar-the-magician]

hmmm how about perception or warmth? -🔆

Perception makes me think of Geordi/Cutie since they can almost always tell when he’s upset about something. Warmth makes me think of either Damien (for obvious reasons) or Asher, just because he’s such a precious sunshine man

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