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New Installations [TSAMS]

Summary: Solar has been overworking himself and the Computer has had enough of it. Luckily, it has gathered some strategies on getting Solar to take a break. And the new limbs definitely help.

Words: 6385

Inspired by the amazing and adorable artwork by @lover-of-cuteness! Artwork being this lovely piece: https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-cuteness/737495211989729280/figured-id-post-something-again-fuck-you?source=share

...so I decided to finally make a ticklefic-and this time with tsams!

I don't usually do these so I was kinda nervous making it-so there's like 2k words of exposition and an additional 1k of I guess buildup? So the tickling part doesn't start right away jfhsjfs-I've also only written these two briefly before so I hope I get them right jsfhs-

Anyways enjoy! :D

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It was probably common knowledge that headaches were meant to be a human thing. Especially headaches that derived from staring and squinting at screens for so long that it seemed like the words on the monitor were burned into the eyes of the person looking at it.

Solar was pretty sure he was the exception to that apparent rule. Or part of the group of exceptions with how many problems Sun and Moon dealt with on a near-daily basis.

At least for the moment, his was limited to his overuse of screentime. It even felt like the computer he was using was running slower.

He could feel the aching in his head getting worse by the moment, but he still couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. It wasn’t like what he was working on was that important. It was just an automatic shelving system so he could stock the items behind the theater counter easier. Because apparently he was expected to use a ladder every time he needed to shelve something.

Of course, that meant he needed to make proper blueprints and work out any kinks that could result in the items rocketing out from behind the counter.

Again, it wasn’t a difficult project by any means. Solar had made much more advanced pieces of technology before.

It was more so the fact that he had been working on multiple projects in the same day and this was definitely past the fifth one of that day. So he should have expected the strain of having to make that many blueprints and adjust them as he saw fit.

But even so, his hands worked and typed of their own accord and the screen schematics ran past his vision at an almost sluggish rate. Sometimes he wondered if the workaholic part of his mind had spontaneously gained a sentient consciousness and forced his body to do ridiculous amounts of work against his body’s wishes to rest. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time an occurrence like that took place with the record of celestial-themed animatronics.

Something came into his vision.

Wait, what?

Solar blinked rapidly, then groaned as the object that interrupted his vision also interrupted the workzone that was preventing him from acknowledging his headache. He held a hand to his head as he closed his eyes, seeing faint images of numbers burn into his closed optics despite the fact that that shouldn’t have been physically possible.

Now to see what had come up in his vision.

Solar opened his eyes to the confusing sight of three…arms(?) dangling in front of his screen. Each arm had three, narrow-tipped fingers sprouting from the ends and appeared to be made of…well, something decidedly not metal, but metal-looking at the very least.

“What…?” Solar questioned quietly. Maybe he was working himself harder than he thought. Maybe he was looking at blueprints and mechanisms for so long he was starting to hallucinate them.

“Hello, Solar.” That was Spaniard.

“Computer?” Solar paused. “...can I ask what these things are?” He had been sitting down so he slowly got up, glad that being an animatronic meant less cramps and no muscles to even get sore. He tilted his head as he observed the arms.

“They are my new arms,” Spaniard responded, monotone as ever. Seemingly as a demonstration, the arms moved to make a waving motion after it spoke.

“Uh-huh. And where did they come from, if I might ask?” Solar was usually the mechanic who was called for these sorts of upgrades and unless he had a bout of amnesia, he didn’t remember installing any kind of arms for the computer.

“Moon gave them to me. He referred to them as a ‘Christmas gift’.” The arms performed ‘quotation mark’ motions with the last two words. “I have no desire for leisurely material possessions and my only purpose is to assist, so Moon decided to give me something that would allow me to physically assist you all.”

“So he gave you a Christmas present…sure, that checks out. But why am I only seeing you with them now?” Christmas had passed several days ago, so if Spaniard had received the arms on Christmas, then Solar should have seen them installed much sooner.

“Well, as I am sure you are aware, several events have transpired during and after Christmas that left Moon quite irritable. He did not have the functional and rational capacity to install them before now. I was not intending to bother him during that period of time,” Spaniard explained.

“So he only recently installed them?” Solar asked, walking around to the front of the desk and looking up. The arms seemed…rather long, going all the way up to the ceiling rafters much like Moon’s wire would if he ever used it. Which he didn’t.

“Correct.”

“You could’ve asked me to install them if Moon wasn’t in the mood to,” Solar told it. He was actually kind of confused that he wasn’t asked to install the arms. He was normally the animatronic everyone went to if they had a mechanical issue or if they needed something made.

“You do enough as is. I was not intending to bother you, either,” the Computer responded simply.

Solar huffed out a small laugh. “I am kind of the mechanic of this place. Wouldn’t be any different from anything else anyone’s had me do.”

“I stand by my point. You do enough. In fact, I interrupted you to…in vague terms, have you do…less of that.” Well, at least it made it clear that the phrasing was meant to be vague.

“You can just say it,” Solar said, putting one hand on the front of the security desk area. His other hand held his face. The headache was…going away somewhat. It was definitely still there, but it was letting up slightly. He was sure that meant something, but he wasn’t keen on admitting it.

“Very well. I interrupted you so you would take a break,” Spaniard replied bluntly. “You have been working for…” It paused as it probably calculated the time frame. “22 hours straight.”

“That’s pretty standard for me,” Solar mumbled to himself, knowing immediately after that that was most likely not the right thing to say.

“Many of the others have advised that you should integrate more breaks into your schedule,” the Computer stated, one of the arms moving downwards to type…something onto the keyboard.

“Yeah well, old habits die hard,” Solar said distractedly, leaning over the front of the desk slightly. “What are you doing?”

“Preparing for the shutdown of this program for the time being. I am saving it, so it will not erase your progress,” Spaniard told him.

Despite the assurance, Solar felt the smallest spike of anxiety shoot through him at the thought of the blueprints not immediately appearing in front of him when he would turn the computer on. He had worked for too long on those. “You don’t need to do that.”

“If I do not turn off the program now, you will not rest.”

“I don’t need to rest. The most I’d probably need is an occasional recharge,” Solar said, hoping that he wouldn’t have to admit that he hadn’t stopped to charge for the entire time he had been working.

“You have not taken the breaks to do that. And if I had not stopped you, you would have continued with that pattern.” Spaniard paused. “If I may ask, Solar, what is your battery percentage?”

“Can’t you just scan me and find that out?” Solar questioned, not wanting to admit that either.

“I want you to tell me.” Despite the fact that the Computer’s vocal tone hardly ever changed, Solar could sense the slightest hint of sass peeking through. To add to it, he looked up and saw two of the arms in a makeshift ‘crossed arms’ position.

Solar sighed, knowing that the Computer wouldn’t drop the topic even if he tried to change it. “...10%.” It wasn’t the lowest percentage he had gone down to in his workzone haze, but it certainly wasn’t high by any means. It would’ve probably been fine if he had a more upgraded body like Sun or Moon, but despite his own modifications, the body he had currently was still old. If he tried to get to the charging area in Sun and Moon’s room, he would most likely shut down before he reached it. And then he would have to wait for someone to find him before he could get back online again.

Spaniard did not speak for several seconds. And the arms did not move.

Solar could practically see the face of disappointment if the Computer had a face. But it didn’t and never had, so he settled on interpreting the attitude of the stilled arms.

“Look, even if I tried to go and charge, I wouldn’t make it up there anyways without shutting down first. So I might as well get those blueprints figured out while I’m down here.” Maybe Solar was just trying to find an excuse to keep working so he could finally finish that shelving mechanism, but if anyone asked, that wasn’t the case. Even if the headache was seemingly going away the longer he was distanced from that screen.

“I can carry you,” the Computer stated as if it were a normal, everyday statement for it to make. It was not.

In fact, Solar felt himself blink several times as his CPU attempted to catch up with the almost out-of-pocket statement the Computer had made. “You what???” he questioned incredulously.

“I have arms now. And they can travel throughout the daycare, including into Sun and Moon’s room. So I am able to carry you up to the balcony if need be,” Spaniard explained, which only made the idea slightly less odd. “Would you be alright with that?”

“Uh.” Solar hesitated. He…wasn’t entirely sure how that would look and he wasn’t keen on being cradled like a baby or carried like an eagle’s fresh kill. But…if it meant he would be able to charge sooner and not have to wait for someone to find his lifeless body to get back to work, then he…supposed he could deal with it. “Sure? I guess?”

“Very well,” the Computer replied, the arms moving forward and pausing once they were within Solar’s reach.

Solar was about to question the hesitation before two of the arms suddenly grabbed onto his sides, stopping any words that might have escaped in that moment. He felt himself tense up a considerable amount as he struggled not to make any loud vocalizations.

“Are you alright, Solar?” Spaniard asked. Of course it would have noticed the sudden tenseness.

Solar took a breath to calm his voice. “...yeah. Fine.”

“...is this position uncomfortable for you? I can adjust if need be,” the Computer offered, lightening its grip slightly.

“No, it’s-it’s fine. It just feels weird is all. Do whatever you want.” Any other position would just be awkward, unless the Computer decided to lift him by his arms. Yes, he was ignoring the feeling and he was not going to address it.

“Very well.” Spaniard assumed its tighter grip on Solar’s sides. And maybe he was being a little paranoid, but he could have sworn it paused a little too long when he flinched at the contact.

Then the arms lifted him up, causing his shirt to bunch up slightly, and it wasn’t long before he was being rather unceremoniously dropped onto the balcony.

Solar grunted as he stumbled slightly upon landing. “Thanks for that…” he muttered, smoothening out his shirt and moving over to the plugin area while keeping an eye on his draining battery.

“I apologize, Solar. I have not had time to properly adjust to my new arms,” Spaniard responded, somehow sounding apologetic despite its lack of tonal change.

“Yeah. Fair enough, I guess,” Solar replied as he fumbled to plug himself in. Once he did, he looked up towards the balcony to see if the Computer’s arms would slither their way through the entrance. His assumption was proven incorrect when the arms came in through corners in the room’s ceiling, one arm for each corner. Which meant that there was now another arm.

“How many arms do you have?” Solar questioned. For some reason, there was a pit of…nervousness(?) in his stomach region at the thought of there being that many mechanical arms coming through the ceiling. Nervousness???

Maybe it was a phobia thing. Or whatever.

“I have four in total,” Spaniard told him simply. “I do not believe I need more than that.”

“Alright…” Solar acknowledged, allowing the conversation to end there unless the Computer wanted to continue it.

And turns out, it did.

“After you have completed your charging cycle, are you going to take a break?” Aaand of course they were back to this.

“Isn’t this already a break of sorts?” Solar questioned, watching his percentage go up minute by minute. He was just glad his battery seemed to charge quicker than it drained.

“No. This is a charging cycle. This does not constitute as a break,” Spaniard said.

“I’m not working.”

“Correct. But you are planning to return to what you were doing directly after this charging cycle,” the Computer stated, not leaving any room for a question to be squished in.

Solar hesitated. He had been planning to go and finish the blueprints at the very least. “...yeah?” he told it despite that. “Why does this matter to you so much?”

The Computer seemed to pause slightly before speaking. “I have observed you over the course of several days and I have concluded that your work schedule is…unhealthy. And if I am not mistaken, your headache has lessened in your time away from work, which only proves my point.” How did-?

“So now you decide to scan me.”

“I have scanned you in both instances. I simply wanted you to relinquish some of your stubbornness in the first case.”

“I’m not that stubborn.”

“Yes, you are.”

Solar sighed. He had nothing to say in his defense to that.

“I am simply…concerned. I insist that you take a break.” Well, it was clear that the Computer was not going to drop the subject. “If it helps, it would be beneficial in the long-run for future work.”

“Look, I can take a break after I finish working out any issues with the blueprint I was working on,” Solar offered as a compromise in the hopes that the Computer would take it and let him work. The concern was…confusing. Sweet, but confusing. He knew that was probably due to…some kind of trauma or whatever, but still confusing.

Spaniard didn’t respond immediately. “...Solar, if you do not take a break after your charging cycle has completed, I will have to use…unorthodox methods to get you to do so.” Wait, what???

Solar lifted his arms slightly, unsure if he meant to position them in a defensive manner or not. “...what do you mean ‘unorthodox’?” he questioned, nervousness lightly breaking his tone.

“Do not worry, Solar. I promise I did not mean that in a threat of harm. If you wish, I can tell you what I intend to do,” the Computer amended.

Solar glanced at his percentage, finding it to be at a decent amount. Still, he wouldn’t move until it was done. The Computer would see to that as well.

He considered what the Computer said. Then sighed. “...yeah. Sure.” He glanced at the arms stationed around the room, noting that they were all facing his direction. He felt another firecracker of nervousness set itself off in his stomach region. He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad (it felt…more ‘good’ than not).

“Very well. I have observed some of your sessions as well as your talks with Earth about your exposure to positive touch.” Solar felt the nervousness increase when he heard that. Though, now that he was thinking about it…it was probably more akin to ‘anticipation’ than direct ‘nervousness’. “I have also noted Earth’s methods when enacting this prospect upon you-”

“Can you just say it already?!” Solar burst out, then instantly felt guilty. “...sorry.”

“Well, it would appear that you are already aware of my plan, so there is no need to elaborate further.” Was the Computer…teasing him???

“Oh, you-”

“It is your choice, Solar. Either you take a break, or I enact my ‘unorthodox’ method.” As if on cue, the fingers of the arms clawed the air in front of Solar a few times. “Though I have–as they say–a ‘feeling’ of what you will choose.”

Solar felt himself curl up ever so slightly at the sight of the arms. Ah…so that’s what that was.

“I will wait,” the Computer stated, almost smugly.

And then Solar was forced to wait as his battery gradually charged itself, getting closer and closer to fullness.

Well…the Computer planned to tickle him until he took a break. That was–

Solar forced down the anticipatory shudder that would have run through him the more he thought about it. Though he knew Spaniard probably sensed it. And would be looking smugly at him if it had a face.

It wasn’t like he was…against it. He had had some sessions with Earth on it after his initial overwhelmed reaction to Lunar tickling him the first time and she had gently introduced him to it until he was used to it. Something with ‘knismesis’ or whatever. After that, well…he had been more involved with it, but definitely not all that much. Really only Earth had done it on occasion (he suspected that Lunar stopped because of his previous reaction, which he still felt kind of guilty about).

But he definitely wasn’t against it.

…which was embarassing as all hell.

And he knew the Computer knew it as well.

Which was probably why every few seconds, the fingers of the arms would move slightly to grasp at the air, sometimes even coming a little closer to him. And Solar felt himself die just a little, tiny bit on the inside when he flinched at the actions.

And while his imagination wasn’t the greatest at times, for some godforsaken reason, it was reeeal easy for him to imagine those narrow-tipped fingers scribbling and clawing at his sides and back while he-

He groaned, extending his charging cord just slightly as he covered his face and practically slid down the wall behind him like some kind of cliche movie scene.

“Is something wrong, Solar?” Spaniard asked and–oh, the little shit knew what it was doing. To make matters worse, it decided to wiggle its fingers right as Solar peeked through his hands to look. “I have not touched you yet.” The ‘yet’ part was not helping.

“...I’m fine,” Solar muttered quietly. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Of course you do. And based on my recollections of your sessions with Earth, you are already attempting to…predict my methods.” If the Computer had a proper laugh, Solar was positive it would be chuckling at him. “So I am not surprised that it does not take much.” It paused. “What is your percentage?”

“You know what it is,” Solar grumbled while glancing at his battery life.

“I want you to tell me.” The arms once again inched closer, one getting much closer much quicker than he thought and making him flinch violently. He was going to ignore the strangled noise that he made in response to it, choosing instead to glare at the offending limb.

Solar shuddered, then grumbled. “...72%,” he muttered.

“Then it would appear you have some time left to think on my advice,” Spaniard said simply. “...or think on other things. I know which one you are doing.”

“Shut up,” Solar groaned, bringing a hand to his face. “And stop doing that.”

“You will have to be more specific, Solar,” the Computer said, the smug bastard. As it spoke, it brought one of its arms closer to Solar’s face while wiggling its fingers, making him move his head away. “I cannot answer if you do not specify.”

“Y-yes, you can,” Solar responded with a brief stutter, which he mentally slapped himself for.

“No, I cannot. I am afraid you will have to be more specific. And I will need details, of course. I want you to tell me exactly what I am doing so I can be more helpful in my response.” There was definitely more smugness in that statement than not.

“You don’t need that,” Solar said a little too quickly for his liking. He was not specifying shit. “I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“Then I cannot stop what you want me to stop. Whatever it may be, it will continue to happen,” Spaniard replied with an air of casualness as it continued to wiggle and scratch and claw at the air around Solar, seemingly getting closer with every motion.

And good God, was his endurance for it dwindling.

He had never had this much…anticipation targeted at him all at once. Earth at least been…well, quick with what she planned to do. She never made him wait long.

But this? This was torturous.

His endurance was getting so low that the next time the arms came too close, he felt laughter that had already been bubbling up inside of him burst out. A loud, raspy burst of laughter.

Well. He wanted to die then and there.

The Computer actually seemed to pause at that–and dear God, did that not help at all. “...I have not touched you.” It sounded like more of an observation than a tease. “...that is intriguing.”

“Th-there’s nothing to be ‘intrigued’ about, trust me,” Solar said in an attempt to distract the Computer from its own processing unit. Which was…admittedly impossible. He wasn’t sure why he even tried.

“...what is your percentage?” Spaniard asked, not directly responding to Solar’s words.

And Solar knew what kind of response he would get if he asked why the Computer didn’t just use its scans of him.

He paused as he glanced at his percentage. “...99%.” How long had the Computer been-?!

…he was starting to regret the charging upgrade he gave himself, if only for this moment.

“Well then…have you made your decision, Solar?” Spaniard asked, almost innocently despite his knowledge that it was being anything but that.

Despite literally being threatened with tickles until he took a break throughout his entire charging process…Solar returned back to his previous compromise. “L-look, I just need to finish the blueprints for the shelving unit and then I’ll take a break.” He then unplugged himself from the wall.

If the Computer had more advanced forms of vocal expression, then it probably would have sighed or hummed. Instead, all it said was, “Incorrect answer, Solar.”

And it was then that the arms finally ceased in their teasing charade and attacked Solar.

“WaitwaitWAHEHEHEHEHEHEIT-” Solar burst out as two of the arms came to his sides and began clawing and scratching as they had done previously to the air and–oh God, the sharper fingers were so much worse than he thought.

“I think you have had enough ‘wait’ time, Solar. You chose this, as suspected.”

“IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAHAHAHAID I WOULD TAKEABREAHAHAHAHA-” Solar was cut off by a much more intense bout of laughter as one of the arms found one of his rays, scritching rapidly and continuously at it. “NOHOHOHOHO-TOOHOHO MU-HAHAHAHA-” Thanks to Earth, he had learned pretty early on that his rays were a really fucking bad spot. He grabbed onto the arm in an attempt to make it stop, but he only succeeded in holding onto it as the three arms continued to tickle their chosen spots.

“Oh, my apologies.”

The arms suddenly let up slightly, though they didn’t move at all from their places. Now it wasn’t as intense, but it still tickled.

“I forgot you are only used to prolonged exposure to gentler tickles. I will try not to remain intense the entire way through.”

“Yohohohohou caHAHAn’t fohohohorgehehehet like thahahahat,” Solar protested slightly, laughter only rising in pitch when the fingers on his ray sped up momentarily.

“Perhaps. Perhaps I simply wanted to test for myself. But I am sure you did not mind.”

“I dohohohohohon’t knohohohow whahahat yohoHOHOu’re tahahahalking abOAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOUT-snort-NAHAHAH-” Solar felt one arm sneak its way up the back of his shirt while the Computer had been talking, feeling narrow fingers run up and down his spine, all whilst they wiggled lightly with each movement.

“From what I am understanding, this is another quite sensitive spot for you. Not that you have many that are not.”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhuUHUHAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAHA-snort-HAHA-” He snorted once again as his eyes squeezed shut. The arm tickling his back continued its assault as the two on his sides seemed to pause. Then one of them moved upwards on his left while the other moved down on his right and–oh.

If he wasn't snorting with laughter before, he definitely was now.

The upper arm now had its claws under his arm and through the sleeve of his shirt, gently scribbling at the space where part of his endoskeleton was exposed between his body and his upper arm. “Nohohononono-snort-HOHOHO-” He then tried to grab the arm that was attacking his own, only to have the arm that had been previously tickling his back retreat from his shirt and grab his own before he could. Then his arm was stretched above his head, giving the Computer’s own arm full access to his armpit. “-snort-NAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-”

“Thank you for the access.”

Despite the tease, Solar felt the fingers on his ray let up and the lower arm remain still. Then he felt another set of fingers join the one on the left, targeting the more exposed side alongside his armpit. Now he had fingers doing the same thing that had been done to his back, wiggling up and down his side all while another set was still scribbling almost delicately at his pit.

Now Solar knew why the Computer had stopped the other attacks on his body because this combination tickled more than he thought he was ready for.

“THIHIHIHIHIHIHIS ISN’T NE-HAHAHAHAHA-NEHEHEHEHECESAHAHAHARY!!”

“It is if it means you are to take a break.”

“I DOHOHOHOHOHON’T NEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEEK-! NEHEHEHEED ONE! I JUHUHUHUHUST NEHEHEHEHEHEHEED TO CHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARGE!!” Solar protested, refusing to admit that he squealed when the arm on his side began a sort of squeezing action, moving its fingers in little swirly motions with each prolonged squeeze. His legs began sliding back and forth to his person on the floor, not quite kicking but not quite not.

The fingers suddenly slowed in their motions, giving Solar a small break as his prevously loud laughter was reduced to raspy giggling.

“I thought we had established that charging did not count as a break.”

“Ahahahahand I thohohohohohohought I saheheheheid thahahahat I wohohohohohohould take a breheheheheak lahAHAHater,” Solar responded as best he could with the ticklish sensations still covering his left side.

“And I thought you were aware that I intended for you to take a break imminently. It would appear there was quite a lot of miscommunication between us. Regardless, I am not hearing a ‘I will take a break now, Computer’, so I see that I will have to continue my persuasion method.”

“Yohohohohohohu dohohohohohon’t neheheheheheed t-mmhehehehehe-” Solar began, then cut off his words to be replaced with mindless giggling. He wasn’t sure why he di-actually, he knew exactly why, but he wasn’t going to admit that to himself. Instead, he just let the arms continue their gentle swirling motions on his casing and endo.

“Care to repeat that, Solar?”

“Mmehehehehe…nohohohoho…” No way in hell he was going to repeat anything that would dig him a deeper embarrassed hole than he had already made in his mind.

And…he was starting to feel strangely relaxed now that the more intense tickling had ceased. The circular actions felt more…soothing now than anything else.

…God, even that was embarrassing to admit to himself.

“Oh. I was under the impression that you were about to take my advice. That is quite a shame. I suppose you will need more persuasion then.”

Solar felt the arms leave him aside from the one still holding his arm up (though now it was more so simply holding it rather than forcing it upwards). For a moment, he felt strangely…disappointed(?) as he opened his eyes slightly while his giggling continued.

Then the odd disappointment vanished when the other arms returned, this time aimed towards his face and head. He flinched when one set of fingers began lightly scratching at one of his rays, setting off a more intense bout of giggles. They just increased when more fingers found the moon side of his face and began scribbling at his chin and cheek area.

Solar instantly started squirming much more than he was before, all while giggling and throwing his head around as if that would get rid of the ticklish sensation. “Whahahahahat-why thehehehehehehere?”

“I simply wanted to test a theory. And I was proven correct.”

“Whahahahahahahat theheheheheheheheheory???” While this tickling definitely was a lot less intense than before, it was almost just as bad with how borderline anticipatory the gentler tickles were. Not to mention, he felt like laughter was leaving his mouth more than words were.

“Moon has the same set of reactions when this area is tickled and I was wondering if you shared the same mannerisms. Which you do. It is quite amusing.”

Solar wasn’t even sure if the Computer was teasing him at that point or if it was simply making observations, but either way he couldn’t help the embarrassment that coursed through him at those words. “Ihihihihi dohohohon’t thihihihihihihnk sohoHOHOHOhohoho…” He thrashed his head around again when the arm focused on his face began gently circling his cheek, setting off another clump of giggles.

“Well, I do. And in our current situation, I believe I hold the higher power here. So I am not counting your opinion.”

Solar felt the scribbling on his ray increase in speed momentarily, ripping a surprised hiccup out of him accompanied by slightly louder laughter. “NahahaHAHAHA-”

“It would appear that you also share some traits with Sun, which would also make sense.”

Good God, this was torturous.

“Cahahahan yohohohohohou stahahahahahahahap?!” Solar pleaded, feeling the fingers slow down once more and leaving that absolutely torturous feeling of having one of his worst spots and one of his milder spots being tickled at the same intensity. Which wasn’t a lot.

“I am afraid I do not know what you mean. Once again, I implore you to be more specific, Solar.”

“Stahahahahahahap t-mhmehehehehe-dohohohohoing thahahahahahat so lihihihihihightly!” Solar cursed his strange inability to say the word ‘tickle’ in most situations. He had never been sure as to why, but he always felt a little too much embarrassment when attempting to say it, so he usually stopped himself before he did. Maybe it was the childishness of it or maybe it was just the embarrassment and flusteredness of being the target of that word. He wasn’t sure but it was hard for him to say it before and it was hard for him now.

“I am afraid I did not quite hear that, Solar. Please repeat yourself. Clearer this time, if you will.”

“I juhuhuhuhuhust wahahahahahant yohohohohohohohohou to stahahahahap ti-mhehehehehe…” Solar used his other hand to try and cover his face, forcibly pushing off the arm of the Computer so he could do so. It didn’t stop that arm from finding another tickle spot, this time lightly wiggling its fingers on his stomach region. “I cahahAHAHAHAhahahahahan’t…”

“Well, I would say you can, but from what I have seen from your sessions with Earth, along with other recordings, you appear wholly incapable of saying the word ‘tickle’ in any circumstance. So I suppose I can grant you the smallest fraction of mercy in that regard. In everything else, however, I will not.” It paused. “Unless, of course, you tell me you will take a break.”

“Ihihihihi alreheheheheheheady sahahahaid I wohohohohohould!”

“Now?”

“...mgehehehehe…” Solar knew it was probably a mistake not to respond but…

“That was not a ‘yes’.”

Solar let out a loud burst of laughter when the wiggling of the fingers on his stomach turned into rapid clawing and the ones on his ray shift to wiggling into his neck. Then he felt the arm holding his own let go and the other arm both grab onto his hips and begin squeezing.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHOHOHO-WAIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET-I DIHIHIHIHIDN’T-” Solar absolutely cackled at the multiple spots being viciously targeted at once, using both of his free hands to grab at the two attacking his hips, but ultimately being unable to do anything as he simultaneously tried to hunch his shoulders and prevent the one from tickling his neck.

Eventually, he just leaned to the side in an attempt to lessen the intensity of the tickles he thought he was going to be able to handle (and as it turns out, he was not). This led to him falling on his side, which did nothing to stop the Computer in its focused tickle attack. In fact, due to one of the sets of fingers on his hips being somewhat crushed, he felt the other ones seemingly try to make their chosen spots tickle more. Now the claw on his stomach began a set of squeezing motions, stopping occasionally to dig its narrow fingers at individual speeds on any part of the area they could. And the one on his neck didn’t let him get used to one area being attacked, wiggling and scribbling momentarily at one point then abruptly stopping and changing spots.

He then rolled onto his back and tried to hug himself, which he wasn’t sure what would accomplish in that moment. All he knew was that it tickled and he needed to do something with his hands. His legs were already doing enough with how much stomping they were doing.

“COHOHOHOHMPUHUHUHTER!”

“Yes, Solar?”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! LESS! LEHEHEHEHEHESS!”

Immediately, Spaniard ceased most of the tickles, removing two arms and moving the other two to lightly vibrate on his sides and good God why was that a feature???

“NeheheheHAHAHA-Ihihihihihimm…mehehehehehe…” Solar found himself unable to think of any proper wording in his situation. Worse of all, he began hiccuping in laughter again, ending a couple with a squeak if the lightly squeezing and rapidly moving fingers happened to hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“I think I have made my point,” Spaniard said in what was most definitely a smug tone. “I have also noticed that you have taken multiple alternate avenues to have me continue tickling you. I believe you also continued being stubborn so this would occur.”

“Nnnohohohoho…thahahahat’s nahahahahat whahahahat I meheHEHEHEheheant…”

“It is exactly what you meant. And it was also expected.”

“Nahahahohoho…” Good God, even if it wasn’t that bad, Solar could still feel the ghostly tickles doing their jobs on the parts of him that had already been attacked, leaving him sensitive and anticipating any other tickles.

The Computer seemed to pause, then Solar felt the arms retreat, in which he immediately melted onto the floor, rolling over onto his stomach and just…laying there. He was still giggling, still feeling the ghosts of the tickles from before, but eventually he was able to recover enough for them to leave him almost completely.

Then he sighed and lifted himself up to sit on his knees. He felt the familiar heat of embarrassment kick into his systems as he curled up slightly, leaning back into the wall.

“So…once again, I believe I have made my point clear?” This time, the statement was phrased as a question.

Solar sighed again, grumbling to himself. “Y-yeah. Sure. You made your point or…whatever,” he muttered, the flustered feeling not leaving.

“I can still very well continue if I have not made myself clear.” The Computer brought up its arms once more and flexed its fingers.

Solar flinched, leaning further into the wall and hugging himself. “Uh-no, I think we’re alright.” Then he paused as he realized something. “I…didn’t agree to what you wanted me to.”

“I am aware. However, I have forced you to take a break with this chain of events, so to speak. And I know that now you are more tired than not.”

That was…true. Solar could still feel his fans on high-blast in an attempt to cool his body down and despite charging beforehand…he could admit he felt tired. “Hm. So that was your plan all along.”

“Correct. And as I calculated, it worked. I win.”

Solar chuckled. “You ‘win’?” he questioned.

“Yes. I win. And as a bonus, you had fun as well. We both win.”

Solar let out a choked noise, then groaned and thunked his head on the wall behind him, closing his eyes. “Shut up,” he grumbled out.

“I have this event recorded should you need evidence of my claim.”

Solar’s eyes then snapped open at that, stiffening and sitting up straight. “You what?!” he exclaimed. Did-did the Computer plan to use that as blackmail??? He groaned, covering his face. “Please don’t show that to anyone. Neither Moon nor Lunar will let me live that down…”

“Do not worry. It is part of my personal folder for my own observations. And as a reminder of what will happen if you decide to overwork yourself in my presence and do not take my advice.”

“Okay, okay! I got it…” Solar slowly slid his hands off his face, sighing and staring at the couch in the room. He knew that he could very well walk over to the couch and lay down but he was tired. “The others probably won’t like it if I decide to sleep here. But whatever. I’m tired.”

“...I can carry you,” Spaniard offered in a wonderful bout of deja vu.

Solar huffed out an amused laugh. “Sure, Computer. And why don’t you tuck me in while you’re at it?” he joked lightly.

“As you wish.”

Solar felt the arms lift him again, this time in a more…cradled fashion. He watched with lidded eyes as another arm went…somewhere and returned with…a blanket.

“Wait, Computer, I was joking-I was joking, Computer!”

“I am aware. I am playing a joke of my own. Suffer.”

And Solar just groaned and laid back, accepting his fate of being tucked in by a goddamn computer.

#fluffy writes! :D #fnaf tickles #tsams tickles #sun and moon show tickles #lee!solar #ler!computer #ler!spaniard #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle fic #do not tag as ship #if anyone decides to do that in any capacity #a lot of this also took inspiration from sunset's hcs that they showed me #also if you recognize my writing style from anywhere no you don't sjsjjfs

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park and ride (explicit)

genre: smut

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: your fuckbuddy asks if the two of you can drive around a bit first, but he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself

word count: 4.8k

contains: explicit sexual content bb! idol verse, fuckbuddies, teasing while driving, semi-public sex (aka fuckin in a car), fingering, squirting, a smidge of size kink, also joon really likes your skirt

A/N: inspired by that ~mysterious extra day~ in america and joon posting Fast Car by Syd on his story (which, btw, TASTE) - this is also on AO3 if you'd rather read it over there!

For your own sanity, you try to stay busy. You go for a long run every morning to clear your mind. You delete Twitter from your phone and get two weeks ahead on your grad school assignments. You go out for drinks with friends and pepper them with questions about their own personal dramas.

But all the while that glimmer of hope in your chest remains, impossible to extinguish entirely. You know by now to keep your expectations low, very low. Just because he’s on this side of the world doesn’t mean he’ll have time to see you, and most of the time, he doesn’t. You figure there’s no point in obsessing over something that’s out of your control.

But this time is one of those rare occasions where the stars align and the universe decides to throw you a good turn, and you can’t help the smile that breaks across your face when he calls.

“I got an extra day. Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Hmm… yeah, I should be able to pencil you in,” you joke.

The celebrity part of it is still pretty bizarre, but you’ve done this enough now that it’s become its own weird little routine. Pulling up to a hotel where the nightly rate costs more than your monthly share of rent. Handing the valet the keys to your shitty Honda Civic. Checking in at the front desk and giving the alias the group is booked under, which changes every trip. Showing your ID so they can confirm you’re on the approved list of visitors. Having a special room key made that allows you access to their restricted hotel floor. Just all part of the process.

And that’s not even mentioning the one time you were personally escorted by a bodyguard to his room; you wondered on the elevator ride up how much time their security staff spends ushering fuckbuddies in and out. You’ve decided that maybe you don’t want to know the answer to that one.

So it’s a surprise when he asks on the phone, “Can you pick me up instead this time? We don’t have to go anywhere special, maybe just drive around a bit? I’m so sick of hotel rooms.”

“Is this all a ploy to stop me from raiding your minibar?”

He laughs softly. “Oh don’t get me wrong. I definitely still plan on taking you back to my room and…” He trails off, well aware that he doesn’t need to explicitly finish the sentence. “Well, you know. Just need some fresh air first, I think.”

You decide you’ve given him enough sass for one phone call and bite back the urge to argue that he’s not actually taking you anywhere, as you’re the only one with a license in this situationship.

“Yeah, sure. I can do that.”

~*~

Never in a million years would you have ever thought you’d have Kim Namjoon riding shotgun in your car, the seat pushed back as far as it can go to accommodate his long legs.

He’d slipped out of the front door of the hotel looking as nondescript as possible in a black hoodie and shorts, face hidden almost entirely by a black facemask and a bucket hat pulled down low over his eyes. You pause, hands still on the wheel, wondering if you should expect some kind of greeting. This is so far outside the realm of your normal interactions that you have no established protocol to follow.

“It’s good to see you, let’s get out of here.” He says softly, and you take that as your cue to shift gears and follow the road out of the hotel entrance.

Namjoon seems tense, you think as you pass through an intersection. He keeps switching between checking his phone, looking out the passenger-side window, then turning over his shoulder to look at the traffic behind you.

“Sorry,” he explains, “Not trying to be rude. Just being careful.” That’s when it finally registers in your mind that he’s making sure you’re not being followed, and the thought sends a shiver of fear up your spine. The fact that this is a regular part of life for him is so strange.

The city is fairly deserted tonight, and when you stop at the next red light you can see him visibly relax a little, unlooping his mask from around his ears and tucking it into his pocket along with his phone. He slips his hat off as well and tosses it in the backseat, pulling down the visor to make sure his hair looks good in the tiny mirror. You try to suppress a laugh; surely this man knows that he already rolls out of bed looking fine as hell, no adjustments necessary.

He flips the visor closed and catches you staring at him, and a thrum of desire runs through you. Has he managed to get hotter since the last time you saw him? You didn’t think that was possible.

“Come here,” he murmurs, leaning over to cup your jaw with one hand and bring you in for a kiss.

This is your favorite part of these reunions—remembering all the little things you’d forgotten since the last time. Like how big and warm his hands are, how hungrily he kisses you. It isn’t until an impatient horn blaring snaps you back to reality that you remember you were stopped at a red light, which is now very much green. Judging by the way the driver behind you is laying on the horn, it’s been green for a while.

“Fuck, oops.” You move to pull away but he keeps his hand on your jaw, holding you in place, your lips inches apart. His eyes are dark with pure want as he stares at your mouth.

“One more.” His lips are so soft; this kiss is sweeter than the first, less urgent. You barely notice as the driver behind you swerves into the other lane to pass your stopped car and speeds off through the intersection.

Namjoon brushes his thumb against your cheek and then removes his hand somewhat reluctantly. You can’t hold back your smile as you ease your foot off the brake, trying to focus on the road. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but when you see a green light while driving, it means you’re supposed to go.”

He leans back in the passenger seat, his hands clasped behind his head, dimples fully on display as he laughs. “There it is. I knew you’d get in a license joke eventually.”

“I held it in for as long as I could.”

“I bet you did.”

You realize he didn’t give you any directions on where to go, so you drive aimlessly through the city that you know so well. The lights at night are beautiful, even you can admit that, and though you typically hate the many intersections, it’s not so bad when you have someone to kiss you breathless each time you hit a red light.

During a particularly long stretch of greens, he taps his knuckles on the center console. You glance over to see his eyes roaming across the inside of your car, like he’s just realized where he is. “So this is your whip, huh?”

The fact that this dork is a professional rapper amazes you sometimes. “Top of the line 2008 Honda Civic.”

He touches a finger to a mystery stain on the vinyl of your dashboard that’s been there for at least a decade. “I could get you a better car than this.” He doesn’t say it in a bragging way, though he certainly could. Instead he just sounds sweet, and sincere. Like he wants you to have nice things.

You roll your eyes. “Save your money. There’s nothing wrong with this car.”

With a thoughtful hum, Namjoon rests his left hand just above your knee, and you reflexively spread your legs a little wider, keeping your eyes firmly on the road despite your quickening pulse. His thumb draws lazy circles on the outside of your thigh. “Well, now we know you’re not fucking me for my money.”

The truth escapes with a laugh before you can stop it. “No, I’m fucking you for your big dick.”

“Oh?” His hand climbs a little higher and arousal pools in your belly. You can already feel yourself getting wet. “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.” Eyes on the road, you tell yourself. His hand is rubbing your thigh gently now. It takes all of your willpower not to look over at him.

“I like this skirt,” He says softly, and a blush creeps up your neck. You’ve always had a complex about being fashion-challenged, and having a fuckbuddy with personal stylists and access to the nicest clothes money can buy doesn’t help. You changed outfits about twenty times before you finally settled on this one, a black long-sleeve and a yellow plaid miniskirt.

You lose your train of thought entirely when he nudges his hand a little higher, slipping it under the fabric, and hooks his pinky finger around the lace edge of your panties. Your cunt clenches at the thought of his long fingers in you.

“Are you trying to make me crash this car?” You do your best to keep your voice even, though you’re certain he can tell your thighs are quivering.

His fingers trace along the line of your panties where your hip and thigh meet, lighting every last one of your nerve endings on fire. “No, but maybe we should… park somewhere.” The suggestion surprises you, but you’re not opposed. In fact, you’re hard pressed to think of a place where you wouldn’t be willing to fuck Kim Namjoon.

“Are you sure?” “If you want to.” He responds nonchalantly. His hand slides out from under your skirt, moving a few inches back down your thigh. “I’ll behave now. How’s school?”

You laugh incredulously—your panties are soaked and this tease wants to talk about grad school? “Oh no, you started this. Don’t you change the subject.”

You don’t even have to look over to know he’s smiling at your frustration, and you turn right at the next intersection and then immediately left into the parking lot of a shopping center. It’s several hours after closing, so the place is empty, but you still drive around the building to the large commuter lot behind it to ensure you’re properly hidden.

You pull into a space directly in front of the “Park and Ride” sign, and you smirk as you pull up the parking brake. The irony is not lost on you.

The moment where you each have to fumble to unbuckle your seatbelt is just awkward enough that you’re laughing when he pulls you back in for another kiss across the center console. Euphoric is the only way to describe the feeling of having him here. It’s proof that he’s not some dream you made up but somehow, impossibly real.

He leans the passenger seat as far back as it will go, shifting his body to one side as best as he can to offer you the seat. “Will you please come over here?”

It’s certainly not graceful as the two of you fumble to get comfortable in the cramped space of your front seat, but when is it ever with him? You’ve seen him shatter wine glasses, knock over bedside lamps and alarm clocks, and you still haven’t let him live down the time he once fully broke the wooden frame of a hotel bed. You like that he’s multifaceted; he can make you laugh and fuck you senseless.

You take his place lying back in the passenger seat and he crawls over you, kneeling on the edge of the seat and resuming the urgent kisses, his tongue now licking into your mouth. You only break apart to shed clothing, first your shirt, then his, and then your bra. (He looks extra smug for being able to undo it one-handed on the first try.)

He tosses it into the backseat with the rest of your clothes then pauses to take you in, eyes roaming over your body. He licks his lips. “You’re beautiful.”

Your nipples stiffen at his words and the cool night air; being half-exposed like this makes the reality of the situation set in. You’re technically fucking in public, and it’s turning you on a lot more than you anticipated.

You run your hands over his shoulders and across his chest and groan as he moves his lips down the slope of your neck. He’s just so big, especially in your small car—broad shoulders, long legs, and flexing muscles that make your core throb in anticipation. You’re dying for him to touch you, to fuck you, but he’s taking his sweet time.

As if sensing your impatience, he grabs both of your wrists in his hands, pinning them to either side of you while he kisses, bites, and licks along your neck and collarbones. You can’t contain the little noises he pulls out of you when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.

You try straining against his grip just to see what happens, but he’s so much stronger than you that he doesn’t budge. When you whine a little, you feel him smile against your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.” He lets one of your hands free and brings his own to cup your left breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your nipple in just the right way that makes you arch up into his touch. Fuck, he’s good at that.

“You have me.” Namjoon says, like it’s obvious. “Be more specific.” He dips his head down to tease a circle around your nipple with his tongue, then just barely grazes the sensitive tip with his teeth and you moan.

Your head is spinning, and you can’t keep your voice from shaking as he gives the same attention to your right breast, his thumb continuing to work the left one.

“I need to f-feel you inside me,” you groan. “Please.” Your pussy aches from lack of attention.

“Whatever you like, baby.” He replies, shifting his position slightly to get a better angle. Your head falls back against the seat as his hand makes contact with your thigh, rubbing it just like he did when he was teasing you while you drove. Your breath catches when he slides both of his hands under your skirt, thumbs hooking your panties, and pulls them down in one swift motion. “Skirt stays on.” He says with a flash of his dimpled smile. “I like it.”

You maneuver to get your underwear all the way off in the limited amount of space and nearly knee him in the groin. The look of concern on his face at the close call makes you laugh out loud, which quickly turns into a moan when he presses two fingers into your dripping cunt. You’re breathless and still smiling, completely dazed from it all, as he pumps them in and out of you at a torturously slow pace.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His thumb slides between your folds, collecting the wetness there. He gently circles over your clit and you gasp. You’re not gonna make it, you think. You’ll die right here in the passenger seat if he keeps touching you like this.

Instinctively you move to cover your flushed face with your forearm, embarrassed by how overwhelmed with pleasure you are, but he catches your wrist and pins it down again with his left hand, the other still working your pussy.

“Don’t hide,” he murmurs. “I want to watch you fall apart.” And then he picks up the pace.

You’re helpless to his touch, moaning and panting for air as you feel your orgasm already fast approaching and a warmth building in your core. He curls his fingers inside you, pressing hard against your front wall while his thumb rubs your clit in perfect time. Namjoon knows exactly what he’s doing with you, exactly how to work out the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had, and you know you’re headed for one now when your cunt starts to flutter around his hand.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice drips like honey. “Come for me.”

You cry out as your orgasm hits you, your back arching up off the seat. The pressure building in your core reaches its peak and you feel it burst as a wave of arousal rushes out of your cunt and splashes against his hand and your spread thighs. He groans at the sight. His fingers ride you through the aftershocks until you squirm from oversensitivity and he finally relents, releasing his grip on your wrist at the same time.

“Holy shit,” is all you can manage once you’ve come down from your climax, staring dumbly at the ceiling of your car in disbelief, trying to remember how to breathe. Your heart is racing. “That was… oh my god.”

“Still got it.” He says, clearly self-satisfied, and you laugh as he presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone. Namjoon always gets so proud of himself when he makes you squirt. “I think that might be a new record.”

You roll your eyes but you’re still grinning, enjoying the waves of your post-orgasm high. It’s been a long time since you came that hard. “Yeah, yeah, you’re very talented. Shut up and switch with me.”

Shifting positions is made harder by the fact that your legs threaten to give out when you put weight on them, but his hands slide up to your waist to steady you so you don’t fall over. Eventually he resumes his place in the passenger seat, and you kneel down in the small space in front of him, his legs on either side of you.

He lifts his hips up so you can tug his shorts down, and you’re torn between teasing him back as revenge and the overwhelming desire to take him in your mouth immediately. You can already feel your core starting to throb. There’s just something about Namjoon that makes you insatiable. You don’t think you could ever get enough of him.

You trail kisses up the inside of his thigh, biting every so often at the sensitive skin there, delighting in the way his breath hitches each time. Two can play at this game, you think as you press a hand to his stomach, just barely teasing a finger under the band of his boxer-briefs to scratch your nail lightly across his skin. His hips jerk in response and you smile.

You move your hand lower to palm him over his underwear, gripping firmly but keeping your pace slow to torment him. You weren’t just flattering him earlier—his dick is life-ruiningly big, the perfect combination of long and thick, and he’s fully erect under your touch. You want it so bad, your naked cunt is getting slick all over again at the thought.

But first, some retribution.

You still the movement of your hand and place a gentle kiss to the head of his dick through the fabric of his underwear, then gaze up at him innocently. His lips are parted slightly and he’s breathing hard, watching your every move. The way he looks at you like you’re the center of the universe makes your stomach flip.

It feels good to be in control. Keeping eye contact, you lick a slow stripe up the fabric of his boxers and feel the strong muscles in his thighs flex under your hand as he groans a little.

You drop your gaze to take the head of his still-clothed dick in your mouth, resuming the slow pump of one hand over his shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon hisses.

You tug his boxers down his legs, too desperate to see him. His cock looks so good you can feel yourself salivating. The tip of it is already shiny, slick with a mixture of pre-cum and moisture from your teasing. You trace up the large vein on his shaft with the pad of your thumb. When you pause to rub small circles at the extra-sensitive spot right under his head, he lets out a strangled whine.

Encouraged by the sound, you wrap your hand firmly around him and he gasps. You can feel his cock pulse in your hand. You pump him ever-so slowly, working a new bead of precum out of the tip, then lightly run your tongue over him to lick it up.

His hips jerk again and he grunts your name, his voice hoarse.

You lean back on your heels, your hand still wrapped around him, and feign surprise. “Hmm? I’m sorry, did you say something?”

He’s clearly trying to keep the smirk of disbelief off his face, but a telltale dimple gives it away. “Oh my god, you’re so evil.”

You smile at the compliment and finally take him into your mouth; his moan of relief makes your pussy throb. You swallow down as much of his dick as you can and wrap your hand around the rest, bobbing and pumping in a steady motion. His hips start rutting against your mouth in time with your movements.

The way Namjoon is groaning unabashedly now makes your face hot. God, you need to fuck him. You look up and take him as far down your throat as you can, gagging slightly, and he must be able to read the desire in your eyes. He runs a hand through your hair, just barely tugging, and you relent, his dick sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.

“Get up here,” he growls. You climb into his lap and straddle him, and he kisses you so fervently that your head spins.

His hands slide under your skirt to grab your ass and he pulls you closer. As he does, you realize how soaked you really are, your slit slipping easily along his length. You can barely keep from whimpering at how good it feels, and he’s not even inside you yet. His cock twitches and you shudder, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips and grinding against him. You’re so turned on, you could come from this alone.

“Keep doing that, baby,” he encourages, and your eyes flutter open as he shifts slightly. He reaches for his discarded shorts, his other hand caressing your thigh as if to apologize for the interruption. After a bit of fumbling he produces a condom, reaching both arms around you to rip it open with shaking hands.

Leaning back, you brace yourself on his legs and lift your hips up so he can slide the latex down his length. Your thighs are trembling hard as his hands move back to your ass and help guide you into place.

It’s been so long, and you want this so badly. You’ve spent more than a few nights in bed with your hand between your legs, playing back the memory of how good he feels, how thoroughly he’s fucked you before. Even after all the anticipation, when you finally, finally sink down on his cock, it’s still somehow better than you remembered.

You have to take a moment to press your face into the crook of his neck as you get accustomed to the stretch of him inside you. His thumbs trace gentle circles along the globes of your ass and it’s enough to get your cunt to fully relax. You spread your knees a little wider and sink down another inch, gasping as he bottoms out in you. You feel impossibly, overwhelmingly full.

Namjoon smiles as you lift your head and bring one hand up, running your thumb along his jawline. He looks so good like this; his face is flushed and his eyes are dark with lust.

“I forgot how well you take my cock,” he says, giving your ass an approving squeeze. “Such a perfect fit.” The praise makes your pussy clench and he groans at the feeling.

His hands slide over your thighs and up to your hips. “Ride me, baby. Please.”

You can feel every inch of him as you brace your hands on his legs and start to rock your hips, and the sensation is so good you can barely form a coherent thought. Heat rises in your belly as you lift up and lean back slightly, and when you ease your hips down, the head of his dick grinds against your sweet spot.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, and you hear him grunt beneath you as you rock your hips in just the same way over and over and over. It feels so fucking good, you never want to stop. The filthy sounds of your slick cunt only bring you that much closer to your end.

Namjoon’s fingers dig into your skin and he thrusts up into you, matching your rhythm. The pleasure is so forceful now that your walls squeeze tightly around his length. “Just like that, baby, fuck.” He sounds absolutely wrecked. “You feel amazing.”

His thumb moves to press your clit under your skirt and you’re practically vibrating with overstimulation, already incredibly close to coming. Your legs shake so badly that you start to lose your rhythm and he takes control, fucking up into you with fast and powerful strokes. The way he pounds into your cunt feels so overwhelmingly good that your jaw drops open and you moan loudly. He only has to circle your clit one, two, three more times before it’s all over.

You can’t do anything but whimper and throw your head back as your orgasm overtakes you. Your arms threaten to give out and you collapse into his chest. The release of pressure is so intense that you see stars as wetness floods your pussy.

You pulse around him again and again and then Namjoon is coming too, groaning your name, his cock twitching inside you.

For several minutes, all you can do is lay against him, your body shuddering as you come down from the high. His hands press gently against the small of your back as reality slowly returns around you.

Your panting dissolves into soft gasps of laughter; you can’t believe that just happened. Fucking Kim Namjoon in your shitty Honda Civic, of all places. What a time to be alive. You nuzzle your nose against his neck and he turns his head to press a kiss to your hairline. “Welcome back,” he murmurs against your hair.

“Wow,” is all you can manage. You feel completely spent, blissed out.

“That was… crazy.” Namjoon sounds just as much at a loss for words as you are. “You’re so incredible.” He rubs small circles into your back and you sigh. You wish he could fuck you like this every day, but you don’t say that part out loud. You know it’s just the post-orgasm chemicals talking.

You turn your head to the side and laugh again as you realize the car windows are completely covered over with fog. He follows your gaze. “At least we don’t have to worry about whether anyone saw us.”

Feeling starts to come back to your limbs. Soreness is already blooming along the muscles in your thighs and your bent knees, but it was so worth it, you can't even be mad. “I think my legs are broken,” you say with a wince.

“I’m sorry.” He sounds so sincere at first that it makes you smile. “Guess you can blame it on this big dick, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but he’s thoroughly fucked the sass out of you, for now at least. You don’t even have it in you to tell him to shut up, so you pull his face to yours and kiss him instead. He sucks gently on your bottom lip and you think your heart might burst.

Once you finally break apart, you rest your head on his chest again. “Hotel time?”

Namjoon brings a hand up to stroke your hair. “Baby, I’ve got some bad news.”

You freeze, and your stomach drops, preparing for the worst. He’s always been a gentleman and let you stay the night, but he’s busier than ever these days, you know that. Maybe things are different now. You will yourself not to react to whatever he says next, post-orgasm chemicals be damned.

“The minibar in this hotel… it’s awful.”

“Oh, fuck you!” You laugh, pushing against his chest and sitting up to see his dimpled grin. He stretches, hands behind his head, his biceps flexing. He’s so handsome. You absolutely hate him and like him way too much all at once. “You have,” he reminds you. “And you will again soon. But I need some real food first.”

You are starving, you realize. You run a finger across his chest and put on your most seductive voice. “Hmm… how about I take you to In-N-Out? We’re gonna need some protein before round two.”

“Alright,” he shrugs. “But I’m paying.”

“Of course you are, sugar daddy.”

He laughs against your mouth as he kisses you.

A/N: thanks for reading!!! i ended up fulfilling a request for a short companion piece to this! if you want more quippy fuckbuddies goodness, check out five minutes! 💜

#namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #namjoon x y/n #park and ride

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maculategiraffe · 7 months

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tagged by @dsudis to share the story behind my url! (dira yours is awesome btw)

heh. well. mine was lowkey supposed to be a throwaway? like I wanted to post my weird kinky dead dove id fic somewhere and I certainly wasn't going to do it on the livejournal where people knew me irl. and I didn't know if anybody was even going to read it and I definitely didn't expect people to still be recognizing me by this name seventeen years later or I might have stressed out more about what to name my secret kinky lj

but anyways it's from a t.s. eliot line that I was taken with because of course "maculate" isn't a word we usually use. we use "immaculate" to mean "spotless" but we don't use "maculate" to mean "spotted." and I especially liked using it to describe a giraffe because a giraffe isn't the opposite of immaculate in a bad way. it's not dirty, or stained. it's dappled. and glory be to god for dappled things

so I just liked the phrase and then people did like my story and I found a community and people started calling me mac for short and I got some kind of unexpected name euphoria about it and so it turned out this was my url forever and ever amen

would honestly love to hear anyone's url backstory. love self-chosen name stories. consider yourself tagged?

#psir

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casualsavant · 4 months

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20 Questions More

This is a deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers. Thanks to @TetsujinOtaku88 for the tag. I'm doing this #Supercorp style.

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship / fandom?

I think the Supercorp Fandom is pretty self-perpetuating because the canon needs to be fixed and there's lots of AUs to put them in. Plus there are so many talented people whose art, video edits, and fanfic fuel each other.

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?

Following the answer above I think the beauty of Supercorp is that it attracts really talented creators. I love reading @searidings, @jazzfordshire's fix-its and canon-adjacent stuff, @lgbtimelords, @coffeeshib, @mycatismyeditor, and @snowydragonscave just to name a few. They have such a deftness of language and an understanding of the characters that it's hard to stop reading!

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?

I really love Sam Arias, Jess, and Alex. I wish I could get a better handle on Kelly because DANSEN forever. I also have a soft spot for Eliza and a deliciously evil liking for Lillian.

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?

Karamel, Lames, Top Lena, Bottom Kara. To each their own. It's just not my thing.

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

Carry around a little notebook to scribble ideas, lines, sometimes whole scenes. Figure out a rough outline / structure / plot. Do unnecessary amounts of research. Open doc file. Plunge into dismay and self-doubt. Watch the show. Get frustrated. Open the doc file. Be filled with despair and self-loathing. Get a blast of inspiration and productivity. Cycle through mental instability, writer's block, and actual writing. Get dragged by Kara and Lena to unanticipated places that derails what I intended to do. Sighing and doing what the muses want. The elation of completion. Struggling with summaries and tags. Posting. Crippling anxiety and running away from AO3. Lather, rinse, repeat.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?

The elation of completion. The unnecessary research is fun too.

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?

Cherry tree mutations and the structure of yakuza organizations in modern Japan.

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?

Different tenses in the same document. Also it's and its.

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?

Describing Kara's post-PZ night terrors and Lena’s fever dreams in Deliverance. Also the action sequence at the end of that story was so difficult.

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?

ALL THE TIME.

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?

Both of them. After I come to my senses and out of a dead faint because I was meeting them at all. And then I would die of sapphication.

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?

Oh my usual tags are: light angst, tooth-rotting fluff, friends-to-lovers, Lena needs a hug, Kara gets a hug.

13) What's your most important resource as a writer?

Talking with other writers!

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?

I usually give it some time before I edit so I can have relatively fresh eyes. Spell checking, punctuation, and grammar suggestions help you catch things but NOTHING beats reading it over yourself.

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?

Definitely the anxiety!!!

16) How do you define sucess for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?

I think it's good to track kudos and I love getting comments. But ultimately I wrote for my enjoyment or for my peace of mind because the idea would not let me go.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character / ship?

Nope but that's not a bad idea. 🤔

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?

Wow I'd be thrilled if any of them got art. I am partial to the way @rustingcat draws Sakura blossoms though so maybe Cat for No Wrong Seasons.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have?

8 total. Finishing "the Arcana", "The Sound of Veracity" (Part 2), Prequel and Smutilogue of "Always With Me, Always With You", Supercorptober 2023 "Art" prompt, SG Mayhem fic, the Telepathy/Empathy fic, the Body Swap fic.

20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?

I posted my first Supercorp story in March 2023 feeling it would be completely lost in this large fandom and having no hope for it. I felt that I was too late. That everything had been done (and done better). I did find readers who liked and some who really loved my work. But mostly I learned to write for myself, which has truly been a gift. Write for yourself. Write what you'd want to see. You'll get better at it over time.

Tagging but no pressure: @fyonahmacnally @nottawriter @chaotic-super @luthordamnvers @fazedlight

#fic writing #supercorp #20 questions #20 questions more

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robboyblunder · 2 years

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With a little over a week of work (and lots of breaks for my sore hand playing stardew valley lmao) I'd like to share the comic I was working on! It shows my oc Jayce's growth as an AI into the disheartened assassin he is now. I wanted to explore his backstory in an ambivalent narrator's view of someone who knows him but we don't know them- an outside view into something essentially. It's meant to be disconnected yet emotional in a sense like Jayce is.

It gave me a great opportunity to let loose and try a softer line style with messy oil-paints for the color! I also got to mess with representing AI visually in an abstract way since they're electricity. I hope you all enjoy and become curious to know more about him :)

Also for anyone curious: The world he's set in is post-apocalyptic sci-fic mixing cyber and solar punk with ideas around green energy, societal corruption, and themes of spirit/existence/development with robots and AI as well as mysterious tech found beyond their advancement!

Transcript and Image ID under the cut!

(please don’t repost or use my work, and leave my description; thanks! reblogs super appreciated!)

text transcript of the pages in their order:

What exactly happened to you?

You were guided so closely, but quickly desired to break free.

They loved you... you were beautiful. But they didn’t love you enough.

You had to learn one more lesson. how to survive.

now it’s all you ever do.

But I have to wonder... do you remember what it’s like? To be loved?

I’m sure it’s the reason you chose to be soft bodied.

You’ve always been a romantic, after all.

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Page 1: The top of the page is white with a neon cyan blue silhouette in the center with squares coming off of it like pixels fading from its body. In the middle Jayce is in a fish eye view for dramatic effect with curved lines in the background creating a globe effect. His head is a motorcycle helmet in dark teal, blue, and silver with a black visor. His body is black and dark gray with a desaturated maroon leather jacket over his shoulders with silver buttons on the collar. The bottom of the page melts into more pixel like squares to fade to black.

Page 2: The page fades from a grayish blue in the top left corner to white in the bottom right. The bright cyan blue creature from before is changing shape from the same direction, the first being fetus and shrimp-like, the second being owl like with a round head, and the last being humanoid with silhouettes of two extra heads and loose definition of limbs. All three have pixelated squares floating off of them as well as echo lines. The bottom of the page is a field of pixel towers and squares that the third figure's feet are melting into as it is creating the field.

Page 3: The top of the page is white with a grayish blue edge that melts into lines and squares to the black bottom of the page where the figure is surrounded by pale gray square towers. The cyan blue figure on top is reaching towards the viewer with lines on its face suggesting it's looking upward. One knee is bent with the leg folded while the other hands in the distance with foreshortening, and its arm on the left dissolves into pixels. Its head is surrounded by halo-like echo lines. On the bottom the figure seems to have fallen, and looks like they're in pain. They're leaning forward with their head facing down with their arms extended to catch themselves and their legs folded beneath them. The echo lines are more faded showing the halo disappeared.

Page 4: The page is all black now, with a progression from top to bottom of the cyan blue figure slowly raising themselves to sit up as they start looking upwards. Around them various colorful abstract shapes begin to fill the darkness representing other artificial intelligences popping up into the void. A dark gray entity slowly forms teeth first through the progression much larger than the rest, taking up the whole page in the last panel roaring and preparing to eat them all. It has seven round white glowing eyes that open in the last panel.

Page 5: The scene shows Jayce and his buddy buggy in motion fighting two other robots using a cyan blue electrified whip/rope while the page is broken up into black spaces that show the inner AI of each robot including him. In the upper left is a robot with a blue head with three long black horns, a black jacket, purple pants, and leather spiked boots that is being pulled through the air by the rope around their neck. In the black space it shows their body melting into a lilac crescent shape. On the bottom is a yellow, orange and black cyclops robot whose arm is wrapped and electrified while their ear is zapped by buggy with a red laser coming from buggy's eye. The yellow robot's AI in the black on the left is bubbly and bright yellow. Jayce's body in the black sections is solidly human shapes now with stripes and squares of dark blue and red complimenting his bright cyan blue. His AI is spikier now and more refined.

Page 6: The same pose showing Jayce's figure from the precious page is now a blank faded silhouette with stripes of brighter cyan forming the contours of his form. The page is a dark grayish blue with faded polygonal shapes, squares, and pixels floating around in shades of cyan blue, dark blue, and red. The ground the figure is standing on has similar shapes seemingly rising and floating away from it to fill the air. The other robots and Buggy are no longer present in the panel making it out to be him alone.

Page 7: The page is now a light pink with buggy in the top right gazing at jayce's face which is not visible on the page at the top. Jayce is shirtless now with one arm raised towards buggy in a gentle manner, the scene focused on his upper body with only the top of his pants visible. His body is sectioned into various parts of teal, blue, silver, black and gray showing that while he is metal he also has softer artificial body parts that fold like skin. His pecks and sternum are teal with blue and silver stripes over the ribs, marked with cyan and red lights. His forearm is similarly mainly blue and teal with black and silver parts near the wrist and elbow.

Page 8: The scene is now a complex city scape in a pink sunset with jayce sitting on a stone balcony with a bouquet in his lap and buggy resting on his pointed finger. The balcony's stone is cracked with flowering vines growing over it, but the floor of the balcony is hexagonal high-tech solar panels. The city is a mix of solar and cyber punk aesthetics with billboards and neon signs with city streets combined with garden boxes, trees on roofs, vines over buildings, and a water powered bullet train line suspended over a canal. There are blimp shaped wind turbines floating over some of the towers and many of the buildings feature wiring and solar panels either in windows are installed on their roofs. The main feature building connected to the other with walkways in the center left is an asymmetrical abstract greenhouse tower with multiple gardens on each level, colorful bubbly windows, and a massive tree garden on top.

the final extra image in pink is a disclaimer that reads ‘please don’t use or repost somewhere else’.

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#robots #robot #comic #robot comic #cyberpunk #solarpunk #cyber punk #solar punk #jayce #bluejayce #oc #original character #buggy #long post #eye strain #original

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Thoughts on aftg/star trek?

oh god. so many!

vulcan andrew. he fits the mold pretty well, except for the violence. I could see him similar to spock in that case, a half vulcan, which would add to the way hes kind of seen as an unpredictable character by the upperclassmen -- working with the idea that people who are both terran and vulcan dont fit perfectly into easy behavior stereotypes. im thinking a lot about the pocket book "mindshadow" where spock's "inconsistencies" get expored. in an aftg to tos recast, id put him as spock.

that brings me to neil, who i think in said recast is a really solid kirk. There's this one tumblr post by @/na-nanu talking about kirk's alienation, and one line that has stuck with me ever since i read it: "Kirk, while personable, is a fairly Vulcan human." this strikes me as so so neil. until they really get to know him better, the upperclassmen tend to read neil in opposition to andrew. neil, to those outside, is the more personable of the two, the one who feels. as we all know, neil and andrew are incredibly similar -- which is why i referenced that quote just now. like kirk, neil takes andrew as he is, and never asks for more than he can give.

more kirk qualities: neil is ride or die (literally) for his team, self-sacrificing and quick-witted. he's not afraid to lie or trick his way into getting what he wants. lets be honest, both of these men love a good ruse.

going back to andrew for a moment, the way andrew is talked about as unfeeling and monstrous rings a very similar bell to the way terrans talk about vulcans and their lack of emotional display. kirk can read spock better than anyone, sound familiar?

this gets its own bullet point because i dont know where to put it. not all of my thoughts on aftg/st are so matchy-matchy (like, trying to make things line up), but i think the episode "The Enemy Within" and Neil-Nathaniel-Only-One-Of-Them-Can-Survive-Both-Of-Them-Want-To-Live have got some interesting similarities. Nathaniel dying in that basement too, and such.

I feel like people might want to cast Kevin as McCoy, because of McSpirk, and how they're the main trio. but because of Spock and Bones' frequent disagreements, similarities, and general vibes i really see him as Aaron, who's more explosive then Kevin when it comes to Andrews apathy. Bones and his wife and kid back home are also kind of Katelyn-esque.

renee and uhura... i think that this parallel works if spock/andrew, vulcan andrew what have you, is at the core of this thing. theres a lot of similarities for everyone, but god. he's the reason i'm even thinking about tos and aftg together. the "unlikely" friendship, everyone thinking they have a thing, bonding over a shared activity (but its music instead of beating the shit out of each other)

i can really imagine andrew getting into star trek. its a really good "what if?" show that i think he'd enjoy, given his feelings on the zombie apocalypse. renee could definitely get into the morality aspect as well. i can see them talking about the questions in the epsodes, like "so what would you do if your evil clone tried to take over the ship?" and the like. Andrew seeing himself in Spock, seeing someone who also can only deal with his emotions on the lowest volume, and him being loved nonetheless. Maybe seeing a little bit of his not-boyfriend-nothing Neil in Kirk.

another thing about spock/andrew. they are both surprisingly open! I'd have to go back and look to find the exact post, but someone made a great post about how kirk is actually not that forthcoming about his past/life, while spock, if you literally just ask him, will tell you a lot! this i think is hilariously similar to neil being seen as the more open one, when he is actually so cagey and full of false pasts, while andrew will answer most questions. people just never seem to ask (until neil, ofc).

There's definitely more where this came from, so ill add on to this later, but im battling a bit of a headache right now and need to end it here. Thank you so so much for the ask, im excited to hear what you think!!!!!!!!

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hi! do you ever feel like the bingqiu fandom is binghe biased? like a lot of the time its giving.. “wow binghe is our little precious bun who deserves the world and more! ..oh and stinky neet loser sqq is so blessed to have him lul” it feels unfair towards sqq :( it makes me sad hes no ones fave but thats okay like whatever right? but even when its bingqiu hes treated like an afterthought. like we have binghe fans criticising sqq for not doing more, sj fans are frankly delusional, sqh fans think hes “too mean” to their precious hamster, liushen fans only like him bc hes a good hole/dick for lqg (obligatory “not all men” lol) idk i only follow a handful of svsss twt accs because no one seems to like him, he feels either tolerated or treated as a gag character lol 🥹

i just dislike a lot of fanon bingqiu i think? i read all the books before hopping on twitter and i see some absolute rancid takes on there like the woobification of Shaun(tm) qinghua and jiumei.. which is easy enough to avoid tbf so whatever floats their boat idc. but when i follow bingqiu accs, it feels like OC x OC rather than ~bingqiu~ if that makes sense? like i LOVE the manipulative crybaby domtop x flustered thin face subby pillow princess they have going on!! and fanon bingqiu is just.. not it? and obv id never send hate or anything (i just block and keep it moving) but it makes it kinda sucky when the fandom is already teeny tiny and a large chunk of the fandom isnt what i envisioned/expected i guess which is so odd! when they essentially erase canon!! if it’s like some queerbaity ship or whatever, people can characterise them however they want but its like CANON how they act/are in bed/etc and its all taken away!!! idk im probably just whining sorry 😭

(i included all my thoughts here sorry for the spam!!)

hey, thanks for stopping by!! I definitely know what you mean with regards to SQQ, but I will assure you that there are very much still plenty of dedicated "sqq mains" out there. My sphere of influence on twitter is heavily biased toward people for whom sqq is their favourite character, so maybe I'm not getting a representative sample of the fandom overall, but he's definitely a very well loved character and has more than his fair share of people who do him justice in their writing and for whom he's their primary blorbo!! I remember posting this on reddit a while back and more than half of the responses (though admittedly a small sample size) had him as their fave. So, I don't think he's without appreciation!

But with that said, I do get where you’re coming from. I’m not gonna talk about readers who take his actions in bad faith and actively dislike him (HOW??), but as you’ve said, even among people who do like him, we don’t always understand him as well as we could. Most fans do get on some level that he’s an unreliable narrator, but it’s still very common for people to take him at face value and completely miss his depth. He’s a funny little guy with amusing narration, but he’s also kind and selfless, and he’s also smart and witty, and obnoxious and annoying, and frankly pretty insensitive, and deeply, deeply traumatised—and a million other things! He has layers.

I think all popular characters in fandom will inevitably start getting boiled down to a few key traits. And as somebody who’s been writing fic for 15 years, it’s really hard not to let your own biases colour your portrayal? I absolutely do it with SQQ!! I focus on his kinder, warmer aspects and downplay his flaws, I’ll readily admit that. We all get drawn to a favourite character for a certain trait, and that trait becomes the grit around which our interpretations form. If you’re somebody that likes silly characters, you’re going to write SQQ and dial his silliness up to eleven. If you like kind characters, you’ll write SQQ with emphasis on his kindness. None of these traits are OOC in and of themselves, but if you start to only read fanfic and don’t revisit the source material, you can get lost in what’s popular and forget all the depth that actually made them interesting in the first place. And once you’ve grown attached to a particular version of the characters in your head, it can be really hard to let go of it. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I'll add that I think protagonists are just particularly prone to this happening because they're usually the one the audience relates to most.

Idk if any of that really addresses the stuff you were talking about. You mentioned dom top Binghe/pillow princess sqq and to be honest I’m kind of reluctant to talk about this in depth because I’ve received negative comments in the past for supposedly being anti-bottom Binghe, when all I’ve ever said on this matter is that I think it’s a bit weird to insist that “I’m scared of hurting you so I might as well let you do it” is proof that Binghe is canonically a bottom. The fact that someone found that statement so threatening to their view of the characters that they would go to my ao3 page, click on the first fic they saw that happened to feature bottom SQQ and leave their holier-than-thou anonymous opinion there is just bizarre to me.

To be honest tho, it tends to be Binghe characterisation that puts me off moreso than Shen Qingqiu. The only SQQ characterisation that truly bothers me is when people write him as willing to hurt Binghe, or willing to do anything with underage Binghe, but there is a LOT of Binghe stuff that I’m sensitive too. Idk if you read this thread of mine but like, even my friends whom I love make “Binghe stalking/imprisoning/"atticwifing" SQQ” jokes and these bother me way more than any random stranger saying SQQ would get off on spanking Binghe.

And like, it’s kind of hard because objectively, Binghe is a very dark character, so it doesn't feel particularly OOC to say he would do those things, but it's about framing. It bothers me when the emphasis is on how fucked up he is and not how hard he's trying, because it implies a level of futility that I just don’t think is there in canon. To me the beauty of him is in how much doing right by SQQ doesn't come naturally to him, but he ultimately decides to do it anyway because he wants SQQ to be happy. (I feel it needs to be said that I don't mean this in a judgy "if you write dark Binghe you don't understand him and are a bad person" way. Just that I myself can't handle that, and I strongly disagree if you think it's where Bingqiu's relationship is headed).

but idk, I've found my corner and I'm very happy here. I actually don't read fic as often as you'd think, mostly because I am sooooo picky, so I totally get where you're coming from :) but the fandom is still decently sized and very diverse, so there are always going to be at least a few people who share your feelings, if you can find them!

#svsss meta #anonymous #askbox #thank you for sharing your thoughts!! im sorry it took ages to reply #and that I mostly went on a tangent. again. idk what I'm saying half the time

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frtools · 4 months

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December update

Happy holidays everyone!

I'm going to change up this monthly update a little, since cost is very much not an issue anymore. I'll still give a quick overview, but it's mostly going to be just a status update of how the re-work is progressing.

You have likely already seen the Tumblr becoming more active again this month, with flash sales being posted as well as dominance results. Work is slowly progressing on getting stuff back up and running.

Below the cut is a bunch of information, but give it a quick read!

The total cost in December was €8.22 post VAT. Essentially, the singular €10 patreon I have covers this entire cost and then some. The cost will likely go up again, a little bit, once the database and storage gets used more as I add stuff. But the major money sink of the website itself is gone now, so there's that!

On that note, I had said that I would stop accepting patreon payments 1st of january, but now that the toolset has made a re-start I'll let the decision fall down to the person that is currently part of it if they wish to continue supporting me.

The new way of hosting the tools using Azure Functions is proving to be very valuable, even though nothing I had made was inherently compatible. So I've been slowly working on completely rewriting the entire toolset, which has come with many challenges and many learning opportunities to say the least.

Tumblr

On the Tumblr side of announcements everything is up and running, it's basically back to how it was. It's also the place where I've had the most interaction with users so it was a semi-priority to get this back up first.

Site/Skin Tester

This entire toolset started its life as a simple skin previewer for my girlfriend so she could sell her skins easier without spending hours providing manual previews to interested folks. Strangely enough, this has now become a much lower priority. The nature of the idea behind a previewer however is something I can definitely build into the ecosystem of Azure Functions.

What I will likely end up doing first though is add a barebones 'site' that will allow things such as the code snippets to be used (the little scripts that allowed things such as coverage checker, color wheel, etc).

Discord

The Discord side however is my next target, some of you might have already noticed either because I have been sharing stuff or you just keep an eye on the source code behind FRTools on GitHub.

My goal with Discord is to make everything work the way it was, to some extend. There are things I cannot do with my new planned setup. The 'Bot' is no longer a 'Bot' that is ever present, instead I am leveraging Discord's /slash command system. This allows me to build a bot that functions as a bot but is not online 24/7. It just gets spun up to handle a command and goes afk again.

Just now I've finally finished the first command to be fully functional, it allows looking up the information of a dragon either by URL (pictured below) or simply by ID.

So there you have it!

#fr tools news #fr tools #frtools #flightrising #flight rising #fr

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hihi! i found your blog a few days ago and to sum it up I FEEL SEEN. i joined the marauders fandom a little while ago and read the powerpoints, other peoples takes on the characters, seen videos, and posts, and am currently reading atyd but, some of the things i’ve seen kinda just irked me?

and then i found your blog and all of a sudden i kid you not a beam of light enveloped the room, LMFAO I FELT SO HEARD AND SEEN and your posts are so well written and outspoken -something i could have never even try to do. i’ve seen people literally be eaten alive in comments if someone disagrees with a certain popular opinion or ship and that was insane to me like, ISNT THIS FANDOM MAJORITY MADE UP??

anyways thank you for being the beacon of hope <3

(also the one thing that really struck me wrong was the obsession of mlm in the fandom? like they’ll pump out mlm ships and characters i’ve never heard of WAYYY before they remember the women in the fandom. like?? i wanna see more dorlene stuff and a canon complaint lily fic from her perspective! women are so complicated and beautiful i just wanna see some representation and justice for them. for a fandom that preaches representation they really do forget all the women they’ve created. they all make them seem like they’re getting in the way of the mlm ships. for example, marlene being sirius, “crazy” ex, lily getting in the way of jegulas “a bitch”, mary never having a personality other than being pretty -LIKE??? anyways id love to hear your thoughts on this)

A BEACON OF HOPE??? Sobbing and sliding down the wall

ANON this is the sweetest thing I’ve ever been told oh my god, I’m crying that is so sweet, ahrhfbfb, this is genuinely so sweet anon <3

As for the obsession with mlm thing, I feel like every fandom has their fair share of that, usually it’s just fetishization but honestly, while I could be wrong I do feel with the marauders fandom it’s only partly that(there is definitely fetishization though don’t get me wrong)a part of it I think stems from misogyny/internalized misogyny, but I think a lot of it is a part of this fandom’s inability to write certain things, that being non one dimensional women, and sure sometimes you come across a gorgeously written post, but for the most part, the women, even if they’re not written as cartoon villains, never have that much depth, like Lily for example, she could be a main character aside Regulus in something, but she’d never as developed as Regulus, her flaws are easy to fix/easy to understand(and that’s IF she has any). I feel like a part of the fandom thinks that putting Lily in a different relationship and calling it a day with no expansion on her character besides “hot BAMF queen”, is somehow different that making her a cartoon villain, when they’re both basically the same.

I think it heavily stems from misogyny and just not being able to write women with flaws, (of course it’s not just a problem with the lack of flaws in women but I won’t get into that right now lol)

Hopefully this was well worded I’m sleepy :D

#also to add it does definitely stem from fetishization as well #the few gems in this fandom are just MWAH though #also thank you anon I cried reading that #edit tag: I think the inability to write non one dimensional women also falls into the issue of labeling the women as just parts of the men #like Marlene being the girl version of Sirius for example #a part of this fandom has a problem with writing women as an extension of the men

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nateriverswife · 9 months

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If you're willing to, would you mind sharing some of L/Aizawa headcanons? if you're not comfortable sharing them here and would rather it be more private, DMs are okay too! Just offering options! But I'd really like to know your thoughts 👀

You are finally free from the shadowban! I have been waiting for this one. And I am glad you asked.

I have never written anything similar – I mean, just random headcanons – so I don’t know how satisfactory this is going to be, because some of these happened in the canon, which I take as hints that there is more going on between them, while others are a bit up in the air lmao.

SHUICHI AIZAWA:

Aizawa is in denial at first, not because he just realized he liked men, but because he fell for motherfucking L of all men. He would’ve had an easier time accepting someone like Ukita, Matsuda or Ide. Not L.

Because of this, he purposefully tries to start an argument with him more often – he thinks that by doing that he can erase his feelings. He is stupid and doesn’t realise that having a rebuttal with him makes him fall in love even more.

He is more concerned about L’s health but tries not to show it too much – he makes snarky comments about his eating/sleeping habits, saying how fucking ridiculous and unhealthy they are and that’s why he comes out with the worst hypothesis, like: “Maybe, if you got 8 hours of sleep, you’d be able to realise that that is absolutely the most absurd thing you have ever suggested.” Sometimes he slips up and he’s being obvious, like when L fell out of his chair, he literally screams, “Ryuzaki!” – gets down on his knees – “Are you okay?”, like who does that for someone they despise?

He is married and he is not the type of person to cheat on someone, so he really has to fight his feelings and suppress them.

He curses the world at night, when going to sleep, because, as he tries not to think about L, he obviously thinks about him.

He sweats when he finds himself alone with L for long periods of time, because: “I am being too obvious, for fuck’s sake. Of course, he knows I like him and he’s going to make fun of me any minute now."

The glow up he had after L’s death is a post-breakup kind of glow up, so that he can make L regret dying on him like that – have you seen his fucking muscles? This man went to gym to get over his ex, I am telling you. At night, he definitely nods to himself and says, “Wouldn’t you love to have me now, L, huh? Too bad you can’t!... Too bad you can't...", and tries not to cry.

After L’s death, initially he couldn’t go to his grave because he still didn’t want to accept that he died. He was angrier than sadder, because, for all that time, L pretended to know better than anyone what was going on, and then he just died. The first time he went there alone and just stayed in silence for a few minutes, before saying that he is a fucking loser. Then, he just left and cried in his car shortly after.

He then gets used to go to his grave and does that regularly – he has some kind of imaginary bickering, saying something and following that up with what L would’ve said in response. Before leaving, he always says that he misses him and wished he wasn’t dead.

After catching Kira, the first thing he does is telling him – “When will you ever be wrong?”

L LAWLIET:

He isn’t in denial about his feelings – he knows why he likes Aizawa and doesn’t find it weird at all that he fell for him. He just doesn’t get involved in romantic relationships, since he’s busy with his job/the Kira case. He thinks it will be counterproductive. He simply states that he likes him (as he did in canon), without going the extra mile to get into a relationship with him (also because Aizawa is married, and he respects that).

He frequently asks about his well-being and the one of his family – he also suggests that he doesn’t overwork himself. Aizawa finds it ironic, since he’s the first one not to take breaks.

He sometimes flirts with him in his own weird way. Aizawa doesn’t realise it most of the times and thinks he is just being corny (and he said in the canon, “I've always hated when you say corny stuff like that”, which implies that it happened before the Aizawa gateway, and we just didn’t see it).

He seriously cares about his opinion and favours him over everyone else in the task force – when Aizawa turns off the screen showing Misa and Light, because he told him to stop doing that, and L doesn’t get angry but says, “I am sorry”, like, what? L would never do that with anyone else. Or when Aizawa points out that Misa hasn’t had water in three days and soon after L gives her that. There are strong implications in the canon manga that L is fond of him, other than explicitly saying that he likes him, so the ship is just right there in front of everyone’s eyes.

GENERAL:

[Copying what I said in a comment lol] Both have “acts of service” as love language – like, if L knows your house has a problem, he is going to fix it for you, but won’t say a word until you bring it up to him, and he’ll be, “Oh, yeah, I did. What do you think?”. He works mostly in the shadows and waits for the other person to say something before talking about it. Aizawa doesn’t have that type of manpower, so he doesn’t do something so big, but since he was willing to go out to Ukita, he really does everything for the ones he loves or cares about. He pours all his heart into his actions for others.

Also, “words of affirmation” – L says directly and upfront that he likes Aizawa, and he praises/thanks the task force when they do something good. Aizawa, on the other hand, doesn’t hold back, when stating his opinions (especially of L), so I can see him to that even when he is being affectionate.

In this way, their love language are compatible, which I think, at least in their case, is perfect for a healthy relationship – minus the fact that L going behind his back to do him a favour would piss Aizawa a bit off, but Aizawa would tell him to stop doing that and L would probably comply, after getting used to it, of course. And they would then discuss things together, even though I still feel like L would still do something important in secret, but it is to surprise him, so it isn’t the same thing.

[AU in which L survives and they are one step from catching Kira] L tells Watari something about preparing for their departure, and Aizawa realises in that moment that they are not going to see each other soon or ever again, so he starts to question L’s proofs and whatnot even more than usual, just so they can investigate together for a little more. L knows the reason why he does that and reassures him, without being obvious, asking instead Soichiro if he can contact them in the future, in case he needs any help, since he found himself pleased with how the investigation went.

[same AU + Aizawa is unmarried] Aizawa is the first one to explicitly say he likes L and at first, he isn’t able to fathom that L reciprocates.

"Why don't you admit your feelings?" L asked, taking a sip of coffee, his back to Aizawa. "I will leave soon."

Aizawa stood still for a few seconds, gazing at the hair of the man he hated so much, which had taken up a place in his brain and heart, like a parasite feeding on the feelings he had for him, and which he couldn't get rid of in the slightest, because it had found a regenerable amount of food.

"Okay, fine. I like you." He finally admitted, as he had no reason to hide anything any longer.

He had always suspected that L knew. After all, he was the greatest detective in the world. But he didn't do it for that reason. It was more that it was only a few hours before they would be separated for an indefinite amount of time; therefore, he would no longer have to show up in the morning there and see him - even though that was what he wanted most in the world, and he had tried unsuccessfully in every way to slow down the investigation, but, in the end, they had caught Kira, or, rather, Light Yagami, and he could do nothing but watch L be even more unreachable as the minutes ticked by.

The only good thing, according to him, was that the distance would allow him to slowly and painfully accept the reality, which was that he had been an idiot for falling in love with him.

L said nothing in front of his confession, which only irritated Aizawa, but rather than show the fact that it bothered him, he preferred to choose a less painful road to the cliff, so that at least the journey would be pleasant.

"Now, what? Are you going to be my boyfriend or something?"

"If you ask me."

"Yeah, right..." He chuckled. "Is that one of your games, again?"

L shook his head. "I did it for you... The request to Chief Yagami."

And Aizawa is like, “Wait, are you fucking serious right now?”.

In another AU, I can see Aizawa saying that he likes him, and L is like, “I am sorry, but haven’t we been boyfriends since the beginning?” just to mess with him.

I still don’t know their ship name – so any suggestion is appreciated lmao.

This is all I have for now, because it’s hard for me to explore something like this, without any variables or a specific context to take into consideration lol. Hope you liked it.

Two NSFW HCs – under the cut:

[unmarried Aizawa AU + not boyfriend yet] They definitely have hate-sex in another room, trying to make as little sound as possible, so the others – all working in the main room – don’t hear them. L is the one to initiate things verbally, making snarky remarks or teasing him to get him riled up and, especially, to get a reaction out of him, which he gets, and Aizawa hates it, because he is playing L’s tune. Aizawa is on the dominant side of it all, and L is the one more satisfied (not only sexually), for sure. Aizawa hates that he enjoyed it as much as he did, and always says to himself, “this is the last time”. (!It never is!)

[unmarried Aizawa AU + boyfriends] I honestly believe that Aizawa is very caring, so he really takes aftercare seriously, like extremely. L’s favourite place is the couch, while Aizawa’s is the shower.

#thanks for the ask!!#death note #l lawliet #shuichi aizawa #dn.inbox #dn.general #L/Aizawa #L x Aizawa #death note headcanon

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disabledunitypunk · 6 months

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[Image ID: a post by wolfmoonjournal with a picture of a page reading: (title)"Two Beers and a Puppy": A Helpful Test for Determining How You Feel About Someone (body)"Two Beers and a Puppy" is a test that I devel oped while working on an Esquire story on the American "son of a bitch. The test is: In order to find out how you actually feel about someone, ask yourself, "Would I have two beers with this person!" And: "Would I allow this person to look after my puppy over a weekend?" Some people are no and no. These people are to be avoided at all costs. Some people are yes and no. These peo- ple are to be cautiously trusted. Some people are no and ye. These people are no fun but they make the world a better place-for puppies, especially. And some people are yes and yes. These people are wonderful people and your fe and work are better for having them in your life. Seek them out. Collaborate with them. Enjoy their company wolfmoonjournal then comments This has been going around my work and friend group on other platforms, and I thought it deserved a place here too. archdemoning then reblogs with tags saying #fit's a good limitus test. take out the specifics of drinking or not drinking alcohol vs owning a dog or not #it's basically 1) would you spend an evening laughing and enjoying conversation with someone and walking away like that was good: #and 2) do you trust this person has a basic level of willingness and ability to care for others and repay your trusting in them? Wit's just getting you to tap into the unconscious micro-tells our brains collect about other people #which are by far the most accurate assessment tools we have to judge peoples' characters on the fly and in general (via purplehawke) thegreenmeridian then says Shoutout to that time someone posted this on one of my servers and multiple people were going "this is exclusionary to people who don't drink/are allergic to dogs, also it is ableist to expect me to understand the concept of an analogy" Like yes ok I would definitely have neither 2 beers with you nor leave a puppy with any of you /end ID]

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Okay, but were they saying "it's ableist to expect me to understand the concept of an analogy" or were they rightfully upset that when they took it literally you made fun of them, shit on them, or got overly angry at them for MISSING a metaphor, which some people in fact DO struggle to catch and understand? If you had just said "hey, I get what you mean, but what I meant was [good explanation that was provided in the tags], if you reframe it that way does that help? It was meant as a metaphor" would they have been chill?

Because if they'd still be bitey about it, yeah, I wouldn't share a beverage, food, OR time with them OR trust them with a task involving caring for others. But I'm SO USED TO people twisting the words of disabled people and taking them out of context to make it look like we're saying something completely ridiculous and shut down discussions of our actual struggles and oppression than I'm willing to bet I wouldn't even consider giving you the time of day after seeing which one it was. -_-

Also literally, EXPECTING everyone to get metaphors without being told they are not literally, especially when phrased in a way that a literal read makes sense, and then making fun of them or getting mad at them for making a single damn MISTAKE based on the way their brain naturally interprets things??? Yeah, that's fucking ableism.

You ever listened to a neurodivergent person talk about the trauma they went through as kids? This is one of the main. fucking. things!! We had to be explicitly TAUGHT to recognize and understand metaphors, and some of us still struggle with it! Hell, neurotypical kids had to be taught too, their brains are just naturally more able to "get it" in some cases.

Don't @ me about this because I struggled as a kid but in fact I do get, use (even overuse), and love metaphors nowadays! But I spent YEARS dealing with adults going "why don't you get it. it's obvious. you should know this already," when I DIDN'T AND COULDN'T AND THAT WAS THEIR FAILURE, NOT MINE.

Perpetuating that treatment with traumatized adults because they made a mistake, or yes, even are truly incapable of understanding metaphor, is ableism, asshat.

"Is it ableism to expect an adult to [be able to] do/understand-"

Let me stop you right there. If you're asking if it's ableism to expect someone to do something - mentally or physically, as even something like understanding is a neurological process - then yes! It's fucking ableism! Because there's virtually nothing that's impossible for a disabled person to be unABLE to do, and especially one of the neurodivergent DISABILITY symptoms that's so common as to be a stereotype.

(No, it's not a false stereotype. It's less common than the stereotype suggests, mind you, but I'm not going to throw my siblings with that symptom under the bus because of it.)

Next time maybe just take the time to EXPLAIN to someone instead of basically saying "lol these id*ots think it's ableist to judge them for not being able to immediately understand this actually fairly complex concept that requires significant critical thought without help just because I falsely think I'm really good at the same concept (which, even if they were good at reading comprehension would be just as bad, but it adds some irony due to their hypocrisy)".

Anyway tl;dr I wouldn't share a cup of piss or entrust a pet rock to the person saying that, given that they are in fact a massive ableist and are likely even worse than we have full context for given the prevalence of the ableism bad faith misinterpretations and manipulative reframing of them as a form of ableism itself used to shut down discussions of ableism overall.

Oh, and bonus, aside from the whole "this isn't a clear metaphor and I'm reinterpreting your words in the worst faith possible and making fun of you for not understanding something...

Some people are incapable of the puppy one, even at a metaphorical level, because they are too disabled to take care of even the simplest living creature. Hell, "trust to do a task" can be something you can't do with severely disabled people. AND some people are often unable to give you their time, especially in person nowadays but sometimes even over safely distanced video calls and such. They should be ACTIVELY AVOIDED because they're not able to spend time with you?

I get that this wasn't the point the original was making, because it didn't consider the nuances of the disabled experience. People rarely do. This is about abled people. And yes, you can make an argument about "people I want to spend time with even if they can't always" vs "people I don't" or "people I need to rely on for tasks" vs "people I don't", but perhaps you should check and make SURE you're not in fact being biased by ableism into not wanting to hang out with good caring friends because they can't often do so, or relying on them for tasks they've told you they can't do but you're putting on them anyway.

Nearly every disabled person with more than minimal support needs has experienced the "friend exodus" when they become disabled/chronically ill. A video call becomes an "inconvenience" when it's really just that the abled person has a preference to hang out in person despite doing so quite literally being less convenient (and often, they are not safe for an immunocompromised person to be around).

Many of the same people have also experienced the "oh of course you can do it/you used to be able to so you need to now/you're the only one who can do it so you need to magically overcome your disability and do so/well do you just not do [chore] in your own home (what do you think home help aides are for?!?)/well you did it the other day (yes, with serious health consequences, and/or as someone whose abilities fluctuate from day to day".

Like I'm not sorry that I'm not sorry. Abled people shut up forever. Disabled people with low support needs and relative privilege? Stay in your lane and STOP with the assimilationist "well I'm disabled and I can do this/don't need this/don't think I'm perpetrating lateral ableism against disabled people with higher support needs". If you've been guilty of this (as I myself have been in the past!) just fucking apologize and do better! Don't DOUBLE DOWN because you refuse to face up to your own guilt and remorse!

Yes, all that is a reading of what the author said that wasn't intended and isn't present in the text. Knowing that is reading comprehension, and how's that for critical thought? Expanding on how a passage exhibits indirect bias influenced by disabled erasure and influences and shapes the attitudes of people who ARE ableist because of THEIR pre-existing biases... y'know, I get the urge to make fun, because I'm also pissed the fuck off, but actually I'll not give into the urge to do so because that would be hypocritical and ableist.

Instead I will say if you would like me to expand on that, or explain it better, or honestly use simpler language because I know I use high level words all the time, I am genuinely ALWAYS happy to talk about it with you and help people understand.

My frustration is with the people who do understand but wilfully refuse to genuinely engage with it and listen and have a real dialogue, and instead get defensive and double down on their ableism - and the second part is the part I have an issue with. I can't actually tell if someone is being ableist because they genuinely don't understand - in which case they need to ask questions or simply not speak over us as if they are an expert - or because they are pretending not to (which is a behavior I recognize from my past self, hence naming it at all).

It's not really about the understanding. It's about how you respond to it. Naming both is important because to be better, people need to respond to them differently. They need to recognize whether they are getting defensive over a genuine struggle to understand what someone means or over a denying a recognition of their own complicity in ableism. Each has a slightly different solution, but both boil down to not asserting that the person complaining about ableism is wrong and either asking questions or doing some damn introspection to make sure you root out your OWN ableist biases and are a better ally (as an abled person) or not hindering disabled liberation by being an assimilationist (as a disabled person).

Anyway look out for an essay eventually on the specific phenomenon of this manipulation of disabled people's conversations on ableism to shut them down. We will have it up as soon as the hyperfocus strikes.

#ableism #we changed the ID format slightly so feel free to give us feedback #if you're here to whine about how 'everything is ableism' btw yeah. ableism is in fact super pervasive. it is in fact everywhere #the more you listen to disabled people of all kinds the more you realize just how badly ableist our world is #and then you start to realize that YOU'VE been ableist and yeah that fucking sucks #the RIGHT thing to do though is say 'oh fuck I'm sorry' and then work to do better #I don't exactly believe in simplifying people to 'good' and 'bad' but in that moment that you double down instead of doing the right thing #you are in fact not ACTING as a 'good' person and are in fact DOING a bad thing

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jupiterjunebug · 28 days

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just remembered the time when i was literally 11 and someone commented on a bleach fic id posted that was like. pure self insert ocs interacting w the canon character. definitely bad but also clEARLY written by a child because for all my pretending i was 18 on my zetaboard forums i was clearly not an adult. and this comment was claiming that the user had shared this fic with their little personal creative writing critique group and the whole membership of it had all given their "constructive criticism".

anyway it might be one of the more loserish things ive ever experienced in my life. like i was just so annoyed someone was putting this much unasked for effort into being a hater (the criticism was NOT constructive, it was tearing the story apart) that theyd PEER REVIEW haterism the story, that i didnt even have the brainpower left to be intellectually hurt by them being mean about my story. yes is stopped posting fic for like 4 years but that was because i was so annoyed i logged off and just only shared my writing with people who i respected. like, was it a troll or did they legitimately think this would? do something? mysteries of the ages

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capybaraonabicycle · 3 months

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Hiya! For the writers truth & dare ask game, I'd love to know about..

🕯️On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? Why is that?

🍄Share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

❄️What's a dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? (also, which character would be involved)

🌿Give some advice on writer's block and low creativity (or energy⚡if you like)

🏜️What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🌸Do you have any pets? If you do, post some pictures of them

I'm btw planning on reading more Righting Reflex in the evening, I just really need to get at least one and a half more tasks done today for my portfolio. Sending you much love 💚🦎

Thank you, love!! This is way too long, so I will put it under a 'read more'

🕯️On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? Why is that?

Maybe a 3? Like, I don't hate it but I'm not too fond of it either. I enjoy reading what I have written more often than not and I like putting [GERMAN WORD] or [TBD - WRITE SMTH ABOUT XY] ever so often while writing, but I don't enjoy changing the story afterwards much. I rarely change big things, usually only a scene or two and a few expressions. That said, I have to read every scene like 15 times before posting to scour for errors - and I am certain I am missing so many anyway.

🍄Share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Okay, let's go with fugitive Doctor/River. (Did you expect this by any chance? ;) )

You know this bit:

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[ID: two gifs from The Husbands of River Song of River saying "Do you know who you remind me of? My second wife!". end ID]

People have been speculating that she is talking about 13, which I get, definitely. But I want to argue that it is the superior interpretation that she would be talking about the fugitive Doctor (or another incarnation the Doctor has forgotten about but where would be the fun in that?). For the following reasons:

Vibes. This is the important point. River says 12 reminds her of the wife, so they have to be alike-ish. And I feel like 12 and the fugitive Doctor have a certain similarity in their demeanour. I think a big thing is how they hold themselves upright, actually, but also the whole Danny calling 12 an officer when the fugitive Doctor actually is one. Also the underlying kindness both of them possess and the end-life-crisis. They both lose all of their companions (Clara, Bill and Nardole vs Karvanista, Gat and Lee - one lives on but they can never see them again/forget about them, the other two die (or that's what they believe at least) and it is their fault) and I would argue they both are thinking about not regenerating this time. (I reckon the fugitive Doctor does not have a choice though.)

Loss. See the last point. The Doctor loses everything in fotj. Give her her wife, at least, please. Let River bring her some love and companionship <3 13 loses a lot as well but she's got Yaz. Which also leads us to:

Thasmin. Like, you know, if River had been tangibly in the 13th Doctor's life in any way, thasmin would have kissed. 100%. They didn't, so River didn't marry 13, simple as that.

Timelines. River does not know about more faces of the Doctor and well, 13 is older than 12. Of course, she could lie to her and yes, River gets married a little carelessly, so she might have married some John Smith!13. But if she met the fugitive Doctor - who seems very different from the timelord she knows and has no recollection of the Doctor's life, it would be easy for her to draw the conclusion that the Doctor is just some other person going by that name. And the fugitive Doctor would forget about her, of course. There's also a good possibility, River isn't actually married to the Doctor but to Ruth.

Time, Doctor's side. Honestly, 13 just doesn't have enough time to get married to River. Am I still hoping we will get those two on screen (or audio) together? Of course! But 13 is kinda busy, most of the time we either see her with the fam (who don't know River, see lotsd) or very occupied with stuff (like apocalypses or prison).

So, yeah, headcanon: The fugitive Doctor is River's second wife.

(The first is Cleopatra, right? Like Idk if there is canon confirmation but it feels true.)

❄️What's a dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? (also, which character would be involved)

Okay, when I read this question, I thought I wouldn't have any idea. But I have. Several. Lets start. Fics I would will into existence if I could:

Full-length Little VVomen.

I know we won't get the movie, but I'll gladly take it as a novel fic. Just for an explanation: Little VVomen is a parody trailer for a crossover of Louisa May Alcott's Little Women and the horror movie VVitch (I assume, I don't actually know VVitch). And it is glorious. Just -

- If it's about a girl, make sure she's married by the end. - Does it have to be to a man?

lives in my head rent free. I want a full story of Jo March saying gay rights, writing spells and sacrificing innocent men, pretty please <3 And I really, really want to know what's up with the Sean!devil.

This is the trailer btw:

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Anyone write this please? (If I could choose, I'd ask Sean and Sinead who wrote the trailer, but I fear, I am already stretching the definition of fic here and using the authors of the og trailer probably defeats the purpose of this question.)

2. Strax fairytale!! written by you :)

Strax as a fairytale protagonist is SUCH an inspired idea and I am hoping very much that you will get round to it some day. But I can't really tell you anything about that that you don't know better yourself.

Or, maybe, I can: I have become kinda enarmoured with the 'Strax as the faithful Johannes' idea, I have always adored that tale, mainly for the tragedy and extremely strong friendship theme. Like, it is so clear that the king's most important relationship is his friendship to his servant. The princess is lovely but they barely know each other, yet. And I think there is SO much potential to improve the abduction scene and the ending. So, yeah, I have been turning that around in my head a bit.

But no matter which tale you will pick, if you ever write a fic for him, I am sure I will absolutely love it!

(also, like, I could mention any of the fairytale ideas you have told me about, here)

3. Heather is an integral part of s10 by @marvellouspinecone

You remember that genius powerpoint Pine made, I assume? Wouldn't it be spectacular if someone wrote that as a fic for me to read? I would choose Pine as the author because she understands the vision best, of course. But, like, I am so grateful already that the powerpoint exists for me to read and dream about :)

(Hi, Pine, not sure you want to read the whole post, but you might see the tag. This is not a request, please don't understand it as such, because that would be incredibly impudent on my part. This is just fancy ideas of mine and a praise to your vision <3)

4. Tenteen is played by Jo Martin by DiscipleOfBrad

So, I actually enjoyed the 60th anniversary (at least wild blue yonder, that much very much had a premise of my type of dw ep) but I still believe we could have done better than bringing back dt for the umpteenth time. (Listen, he is lovely, don't get me wrong, and I liked '14' too, but just - )

I have written a post about why I think making the fugitive Doctor's face return would have been a more interesting choice and I would still love to read it as a fic.

I don't really care whether it would be a simple retelling of the three eps with her instead of tenteen or a completely different tale. I WOULD like to see Donna though (because can you imagine?? Also that scene where Donna just acts like she knows the Doctor all of a sudden? When the Doctor doesn't even really know herself but feels like she should?) and if we could spring for some Karvanista on top, that'd be ace <3

I would give this one to DiscipleOfBrad because I trust them to write a convincing fugitive Doctor. I really enjoyed her in The Cul-de-Sac (which btw I can highly recommend if you'd like some soft thasmin and an intriguing premise. There is a heavy side of whouffaldi, though, I'm not sure whether that is your thing?).

🌿Give some advice on writer's block and low creativity (or energy⚡if you like)

I feel like it always helps me to get myself into a 'I can't do anything else now anyway' situation? That's why trainrides are so good for writing. I just need to be in a situation where I can't take care of more pressing matters, so it won't feel overwhelming if I don't take care of them?

Like, I will rather scroll tumblr than work on my thesis but I won't write. But if I am away from wifi, I might not be able to work on the thesis anyway, so I will easier find the peace of mind (and hence energy and creativity) to write?

Idk maybe that's just me. Maybe it's not working at all either. Honestly, I don't quite know where energy, creativity or motivation to write come from. They just knock and then they're there.

🏜️What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Well, obviously, I adore long comments, who doesn't? But just saying 'long' feels both greedy and like cheating, so let's talk content.

I think, what excites me most in a comment is when I can sense the enthousiasm? It doesn't necessarily have to be for the content of my fic, I had someone write 'YOU MADE A CROSSOVER FOR THESE TWO FANDOMS?? THEY'RE MY FAVOURITE!!" and it made me smile for a day. Just, I write those things because I love the characters and themes and if someone shows that they share this passion? That's community, that's what we're searching for, isn't it?

But also I got a comment today that was just a bunch of predictions about the next chapter of my current fic and that felt amazing! Generally, when people notice things or I feel they have been paying attention, that is SO GOOD. That's probably also why we love long comments. I mean, generally, every second you spend reading the comment is gold, so the longer the comment the more seconds there are, but also a long comment will usually go into detail. Make predictions. Notice things. Talk about how they perceive the characters and why something made sense/surprised them. Quote your fic back to you. And like, all of that is so much fun. It's like reading your story again, remembering why you wrote it. It's the best feeling in the world.

I very dearly love comments.

🌸Do you have any pets? If you do, post some pictures of them

I don't 😭 The place where I live doesn't allow pets and besides, I am away a lot and not planning on staying in this town much longer anyway. So, yeah, it'd be difficult to have a pet. I really, really want to though. Preferably a cat but I'd be so happy with a dog as well. Or a turtle? Or bunny? Or a lizard? I think you could make me happy with almost any mammal and many types of reptiles <3 (not much into insects or fish though. And I feel weird about birds in cages.)

#thank you for the ask!#jennyandvastraflint

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