#opening it and closing it is fun its like a little stim toy that cuts things

[thepinkseashell]

just got a really sick pocket knife :3

[zeonomicon]

I gotta ask: I've been craving G1 Soundeave having his buttons played with, either SFW or NSFW, I just *shakes fist* I need them to be pressed. Soundwave my beloved <333

Wonderful ask, I see you are a fellow person of culture. Shout out to Soundwave, gotta be one of my favourite stim toys.

Since the pairing wasn't specified, I went with a Cybertronian reader.

Answer under the cut, mostly SFW but suggestive.

G1 Soundwave x Cybertronian!Reader

It was nice to have moments like this with just the two of you, when Soundwave had a chance to take a break from his multifarious duties keeping the ship running and neither of you were being roped into the latest of Megatron's grand plans to take down the Autobots once and for all. You were reclined on the berth with the TIC in your lap, playing some pre-war song he'd kept in his databanks while you caught up on a holonovel you'd become engrossed in. You hadn't been paying much attention to the lyrics, captivated by the story unfolding in your datapad, but as a few lines caught your attention you decided to play it back to hear the last verse again. You snaked your arm around Soundwave's waist, feeling for the raised surfaces of his buttons, and Soundwave stiffened a bit; you supposed in surprise. You pressed his stop button, then your digits found the narrow-angled edge of his rewind button and you held it down for a few seconds before pressing play. Each button lit up energon magenta when you pressed it. Soundwave's buttons were quite satisfying to press, offering a little resistance and making a pleasing click once activated.

Soundwave's servo had gripped your knee while you fiddled with his buttons, but now he laid himself against you with his backstrut to your chassis and his helm on your shoulder, leaving not much room for you to pick up your datapad and read again. You didn't mind, content to enjoy your lover's music for a little while. You moved your servo, intending to set your datapad aside, but he placed his own servo over it quickly. Curious. Experimentally, you stroked his play button with one digit, feeling the texture of the raised symbol, and then slowly applied pressure, holding it just before its active position. Soundwave's cooling fans clicked on.

Emboldened, you held down the rewind and fast forward buttons at the same time, causing the music to stutter and skip before smoothing back out as Soundwave corrected the contradicting inputs internally. He pushed up into your touch keenly. You pressed all of his buttons at once, then alternated quickly switching between each of them in random order, deriving equal gratification from the sheer fun of playing with him as from the way Soundwave arched and shifted in your hold, vents growing shallow.

You pressed the record button and moved in close to him, winding your arms about his chassis and running your digits up the smooth glass. Soundwave let out a whine filled with static when your digits left his buttons, but then you found the eject button on his shoulder and his visor brightened in anticipation. You splayed your servo over his chest compartment and pushed, the spring mechanism attempting to propel the tape deck open only to be met with resistance. He pressed himself even more firmly back against you to give it room to open, but you pushed it shut with a click, holding the button down. Soundwave's visor flickered. "Release it."

"Or what?" You massaged his compartment, pushing hard with your thumb just above his lower hinge to keep it closed, your digits stretching to mess with the buttons on his abdomen again, playing back Soundwave's melodious sighs and the hum of cooling fans.

"Or Soundwave: Will press your buttons."

[slashersins-abandoned]

build-a-bear date

jason voorhees

this boy will dead ass put on his best clothes , his gloves , a hat , a face mask , sunglasses , and come to build a bear with you . he may not speak but fuck he is so excited to do this with you , and you look so fucking happy and excited . he will without a doubt do everything with such dedication and seriousness during the heart ceremony that the bear builder is a bit nervous . he gets his build a bear soft , barely stuffed so that it falls over when it’s sitting . he picks out an outfit similar to his , a bit sad there is no mask or little machete . he’s having so much fun and you can tell . and oh god , there’s little kids who can’t quite reach things and he is helping them , and somehow there are now two kids sitting on either side of him helping him make his birth certificate for his new stuffed animal and jason is just so happy and enjoying himself despite the fact that the children’s mothers look slightly terrified . he ends up naming his bear mr fluffington due to the help of the children who decided jason was their new best friend . the cashier takes a picture of you on the polaroid and jason is very happy with it . he may or may not make a small machete for mr fluffington so he can gaurd the cabin .

michael myers

somehow you got michael maskless and dressed in normal people clothes and inside of a mall . he’s intimidating , hair pulled back into a messy bun , face full of stubble , blue eyes cutting into everything and everyone . he doesn’t seem to care , picking his build a bear after staring at them . his bear is completely over stuffed and hard as a rock . he doesn’t move . doesn’t sing . barely holds the heart before dropping it onto the back instead of stuffing it in and watching it fall to the floor . the bear builder tries to pick it up , but michael steps on it , basically telling them to sew the bear up without it . after wards he takes the heart and pockets it . he doesn’t care what the bear wears . the bear has a black shirt and some jeans and that’s it , the clothes barely fit , and it is almost impossible to put them on . when he names it , he just sits at the computer and stares . he names it “no” . later that night , you find “no” stabbed , half of it’s stuffing on the floor leaving a trail to his body . michael is on the floor sewing the heart back inside of it .

brahms heelshire

you have to get one of those do it at home yourself build a bear maker kits shipped to you , but you try and give brahms the full experience . it actually scratches an itch of indulge on a childish activity that he didn’t know he had . and the fact that the bear that comes in the kit is rather small , makes him happy . he gives his bear to doll brahms . making it was fun , you taking on the role of peppy bear builder . he thought it was cute . his bear is medium full , and he wanted it dressed in a suit . his name is bearington the third . when you asked if he wanted to help you make your bear he lit up , using his adult voice and treating you like a child . he made you do a million and one things during your heart ceremony and you couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he was . all in all it was a super cute fun time and now bearington and doll brahms are never apart .

thomas hewit

you can’t really bring him to build a bear as i don’t think they existed in the time period he lives in , buuuuut you can make him one . you have him pick out a fabric he likes , not giving him any clue as to why . you ask him how soft he likes things . he tells you like his pillow . a little on the firm side . you make a little heart and you have him do a little ceremony with it to put his love in it . he humors you but looks at you with a raised brow as if you’re the silliest person he’s ever met . you ask him what his favorite outfit is and make him pick out more fabrics to get a clothes set out . when you present him with the bear he is shocked . he tries not to tear up . tries not to cry , but he’s so so so happy . he keeps it on his dresser and when he gets out of bed before you , he will put it in your arms so you won’t miss him .

jesse cromeans

jesse walks in like he owns the place . the prettiest most expensive bear is his . only the most fancy suit ( he will later order a suit from some fancy designer for his bear ) . he does the heart ceremony , smiling at you the entire time and bumping your hip with his . he promises that he’ll get a chrome heart to put inside of the bear later . and you best bet that jesse gets everything . sun glasses , boots , socks , underwear , roller skates , back pack . his bear is spoiled to shit . you’re is too , and you almost wanna laugh at the look on the other customer’s faces when the price rings up . jesse was being so showoffy that he forgot to get a birth certificate or name his bear .

bubba saywer

much like with tommy you can’t really bring bubba to build a bear . but unlike tommy , you already know all of bubba’s favorites . you know he loves textures , so the body , each limb , the head , and the tail are all different fabrics . different sensations so he can have those little stimming moments . you know he likes things extra soft , so that’s how you fill it up . during the heart ceremony you have bubba do so many cute little things and he is more than happy to bounce around and babble . then you have him close his eyes and sew the heart in . when he opens them his eyes light up . and when he feels over the bear he is in utter heaven . it becomes his stress reliever and cuddle buddy . and you’re so happy he finds so much comfort in it . bubba will be giving you so many kisses as a thank you .

billy loomis & stu matcher

it’s pure chaos . they’re messing with the kids , putting things out of their reach , debating on what animal or bear to get . but they are the most creative . billy gets a bear , stu gets a bunny . billy gets his stuffed medium full , stu barely makes his stuffed at all . stu over exaggerates every fucking heart thing , billy just smirks and makes everything filthy despite the gasps of mothers around you . billy dresses his bear up like a bad ass punk , stu give it a dress and tries to make a thong for it . billy names his bich fuker and stu names his fuking bich . you don’t know how you made it out of the store without being kicked out but somehow you do . later , at lunch , both of them disapear only to suddenly see the stuffed animals pop over the table as they give you a weird stuffed animal porno scene that you try not to die laughing over .

vincet sinclair

surprisingly , vincent will go into town with you for this venture . and even more surprising , he will go maskless . his long locks will cover the damaged half of his face , and he might look just a bit annoyed with how crowded it is in the store and how loud it is . he’s used to peace and quiet and metal music . he spends a long time deciding on a stuffed animal , even if he doesn’t think that he’ll put it up anywhere . he tries and does convince you to only get one to share . you’ll both build it together . he choses two and lets you get the choice in which one to get . he does the heart ceremony with you , giving a soft look to you , amused at how much fun you’re having , memorizing the way you look so he can sketch it later . you both decide to try and dress up in cozy clothes , a sweater and pants and socks . you name the bear vincent jr and vincent shakes his head , looking at you amused and presses a kiss to your temple .

bo sinclair

bo is annoyed as fuck to be there and is glaring at the kids , calling them brats and ankle bitters . he doesn’t act like he cares , and much like vincent just wants to get one . he isn’t made of fucking money . though he does get pissy when you don’t pick the bear with golden curl fur and you end up changing it with hitting his chest with a limp bear hand . he talks down to the bear builder because at first it’s too soft , then it’s too fucking hard , and then there’s too much stuffing taken out . you end up tipping the poor girl when his back is turned . he almost fucking faints when he sees how expensive everything is for clothes so you only get one white shirt . you then convince him to get a pair of socks because that’s what bo wears when he’s being lazy . he names it ankle bitter . a few days after you get the bear you can’t find it and you think it might have been thrown away , and then you see it in bo’s garage on a top shelf holding a wrench .

lester sinclair

lester has a lot of fun . once he makes it inside he gets pumped and asks if he can give his to jonesy . you both decide that your gonna get on each for her . lester gets her a bunny because of how much jonesy loves them . its absolutely adorable . the bear builder has and issue understanding lester’s slurred country talk , and it makes you want to laugh so hard because it’s obvious they’re from out of state . you end up just doing your best to translate and only laugh harder when lester starts laying it on thicker for a laugh . the bear ends up between limp and medium , a good fluff for a cuddle and chew toy . he dresses the bunny up as you , saying that it’s good for jonesy to have a little version of her daddy’s love . and you can’t help but think lester is fucking cute . he doesn’t name the bunny . later , after you decide to eat in the mall , lester says he’ll be back and goes to the bathroom . when he comes back he hands you a little bear that is dressed up like him and tells you that he wanted to make you something to hug on to when you missed him too much .

jacob goodnight

jacob is nervous , overwhelmed . you go during a school day in the morning so no one is really around . he doesn’t what to do or what to chose , but decides on one that has eyes that can be removed , you understand that he has a bit of an issue so you promise that you’ll put pretty patches over the eyes when you get home , he’s very relieved by this . now , your boy is usually pouty or neutral looking , but watch him light up and smile during the heart ceremony . he takes everything to heart and is so happy . his bear is medium fluff with most of the fluff in his tummy . he takes his time cleaning it , and picks out a very basic outfit . just a plain shirt and shorts . he names it jacob , after himself and wants you to hold it , thinking that you look so cute with two soft stuffed animals in your arms . later , he’ll try to make matching cross necklaces for both your bears . he also wants to come back and make a bear each for all his dogs .

martin ( 1977 )

this shy boy is extremely excited and nervous at the same time . he’ll be quiet , glancing towards you and back at his bear , one that is pure white . he does the heart ceremony , shy as hell about it , whispering the words and such . but the further into the store the more he comes out of his shell . he smiles and stands close , looking at clothes and wanting your bears to match . they both end up looking cute and fancy , his a girl he names angel , and he tells you it reminds him of you . he keeps it in his room , often looking at it when he thinks and misses you .

carrie white

this girl is excited , eyes bright and smile wide and sweet . she picks out something soft and pink and colorful . she doesn’t want her bear to be plain , no she wants her to be beautiful and stand out . you can’t help it . you put your own bear away so you can spend all the money spoiling this happy girl you have . she does everything with gusto , even doing it with some shy kids . she’s so lost in the moment that it’s wonderful , she really needed this . her bear is so soft , nearly limp , and dressed in a pretty yellow sundress with ribbons on her ears . she names it sunshine .

[slashersins]

Ok so, one of the best dates (in my opinion) is going to build a bear and each getting a bear! Like picking em out together n doing the little heart ceremony (and also putting scents in I love the scentss) putting the hearts in each others bears bc love~ picking out their clothes together, naming em, then afterwards grabbing something to eat! (Taking a picture together n setting it as your lockscreen) its wonderful and you get a bear to remind you of your partner!! 10/10!! -Scooby

jason voorhees 

this boy will dead ass put on his best clothes , his gloves , a hat , a face mask , sunglasses , and come to build a bear with you . he may not speak but fuck he is so excited to do this with you , and you look so fucking happy and excited . he will without a doubt do everything with such dedication and seriousness during the heart ceremony that the bear builder is a bit nervous . he gets his build a bear soft , barely stuffed so that it falls over when it’s sitting . he picks out an outfit similar to his , a bit sad there is no mask or little machete . he’s having so much fun and you can tell . and oh god , there’s little kids who can’t quite reach things and he is helping them , and somehow there are now two kids sitting on either side of him helping him make his birth certificate for his new stuffed animal and jason is just so happy and enjoying himself despite the fact that the children’s mothers look slightly terrified . he ends up naming his bear mr fluffington due to the help of the children who decided jason was their new best friend . the cashier takes a picture of you on the polaroid and jason is very happy with it . he may or may not make a small machete for mr fluffington so he can gaurd the cabin . 

michael myers 

somehow you got michael maskless and dressed in normal people clothes and inside of a mall . he’s intimidating , hair pulled back into a messy bun , face full of stubble , blue eyes cutting into everything and everyone . he doesn’t seem to care , picking his build a bear after staring at them . his bear is completely over stuffed and hard as a rock . he doesn’t move . doesn’t sing . barely holds the heart before dropping it onto the back instead of stuffing it in and watching it fall to the floor . the bear builder tries to pick it up , but michael steps on it , basically telling them to sew the bear up without it . after wards he takes the heart and pockets it . he doesn’t care what the bear wears . the bear has a black shirt and some jeans and that’s it , the clothes barely fit , and it is almost impossible to put them on . when he names it , he just sits at the computer and stares . he names it “no” . later that night , you find “no” stabbed , half of it’s stuffing on the floor leaving a trail to his body . michael is on the floor sewing the heart back inside of it . 

brahms heelshire 

you have to get one of those do it at home yourself build a bear maker kits shipped to you , but you try and give brahms the full experience . it actually scratches an itch of indulge on a childish activity that he didn’t know he had . and the fact that the bear that comes in the kit is rather small , makes him happy . he gives his bear to doll brahms . making it was fun , you taking on the role of peppy bear builder . he thought it was cute . his bear is medium full , and he wanted it dressed in a suit . his name is bearington the third . when you asked if he wanted to help you make your bear he lit up , using his adult voice and treating you like a child . he made you do a million and one things during your heart ceremony and you couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he was . all in all it was a super cute fun time and now bearington and doll brahms are never apart . 

thomas hewit 

you can’t really bring him to build a bear as i don’t think they existed in the time period he lives in , buuuuut you can make him one . you have him pick out a fabric he likes , not giving him any clue as to why . you ask him how soft he likes things . he tells you like his pillow . a little on the firm side . you make a little heart and you have him do a little ceremony with it to put his love in it . he humors you but looks at you with a raised brow as if you’re the silliest person he’s ever met . you ask him what his favorite outfit is and make him pick out more fabrics to get a clothes set out . when you present him with the bear he is shocked . he tries not to tear up . tries not to cry , but he’s so so so happy . he keeps it on his dresser and when he gets out of bed before you , he will put it in your arms so you won’t miss him . 

jesse cromeans 

jesse walks in like he owns the place . the prettiest most expensive bear is his . only the most fancy suit ( he will later order a suit from some fancy designer for his bear ) . he does the heart ceremony , smiling at you the entire time and bumping your hip with his . he promises that he’ll get a chrome heart to put inside of the bear later . and you best bet that jesse gets everything . sun glasses , boots , socks , underwear , roller skates , back pack . his bear is spoiled to shit . you’re is too , and you almost wanna laugh at the look on the other customer’s faces when the price rings up . jesse was being so showoffy that he forgot to get a birth certificate or name his bear . 

bubba saywer 

much like with tommy you can’t really bring bubba to build a bear . but unlike tommy , you already know all of bubba’s favorites . you know he loves textures , so the body , each limb , the head , and the tail are all different fabrics . different sensations so he can have those little stimming moments . you know he likes things extra soft , so that’s how you fill it up . during the heart ceremony you have bubba do so many cute little things and he is more than happy to bounce around and babble . then you have him close his eyes and sew the heart in . when he opens them his eyes light up . and when he feels over the bear he is in utter heaven . it becomes his stress reliever and cuddle buddy . and you’re so happy he finds so much comfort in it . bubba will be giving you so many kisses as a thank you .

billy loomis & stu matcher 

it’s pure chaos . they’re messing with the kids , putting things out of their reach , debating on what animal or bear to get . but they are the most creative . billy gets a bear , stu gets a bunny . billy gets his stuffed medium full , stu barely makes his stuffed at all . stu over exaggerates every fucking heart thing , billy just smirks and makes everything filthy despite the gasps of mothers around you . billy dresses his bear up like a bad ass punk , stu give it a dress and tries to make a thong for it . billy names his bich fuker and stu names his fuking bich . you don’t know how you made it out of the store without being kicked out but somehow you do . later , at lunch , both of them disapear only to suddenly see the stuffed animals pop over the table as they give you a weird stuffed animal porno scene that you try not to die laughing over . 

vincet sinclair 

surprisingly , vincent will go into town with you for this venture . and even more surprising , he will go maskless . his long locks will cover the damaged half of his face , and he might look just a bit annoyed with how crowded it is in the store and how loud it is . he’s used to peace and quiet and metal music . he spends a long time deciding on a stuffed animal , even if he doesn’t think that he’ll put it up anywhere . he tries and does convince you to only get one to share . you’ll both build it together . he choses two and lets you get the choice in which one to get . he does the heart ceremony with you , giving a soft look to you , amused at how much fun you’re having , memorizing the way you look so he can sketch it later . you both decide to try and dress up in cozy clothes , a sweater and pants and socks . you name the bear vincent jr and vincent shakes his head , looking at you amused and presses a kiss to your temple . 

bo sinclair 

bo is annoyed as fuck to be there and is glaring at the kids , calling them brats and ankle bitters . he doesn’t act like he cares , and much like vincent just wants to get one . he isn’t made of fucking money . though he does get pissy when you don’t pick the bear with golden curl fur and you end up changing it with hitting his chest with a limp bear hand . he talks down to the bear builder because at first it’s too soft , then it’s too fucking hard , and then there’s too much stuffing taken out . you end up tipping the poor girl when his back is turned . he almost fucking faints when he sees how expensive everything is for clothes so you only get one white shirt . you then convince him to get a pair of socks because that’s what bo wears when he’s being lazy . he names it ankle bitter . a few days after you get the bear you can’t find it and you think it might have been thrown away , and then you see it in bo’s garage on a top shelf holding a wrench . 

lester sinclair 

lester has a lot of fun . once he makes it inside he gets pumped and asks if he can give his to jonesy . you both decide that your gonna get on each for her . lester gets her a bunny because of how much jonesy loves them . its absolutely adorable . the bear builder has and issue understanding lester’s slurred country talk , and it makes you want to laugh so hard because it’s obvious they’re from out of state . you end up just doing your best to translate and only laugh harder when lester starts laying it on thicker for a laugh . the bear ends up between limp and medium , a good fluff for a cuddle and chew toy . he dresses the bunny up as you , saying that it’s good for jonesy to have a little version of her daddy’s love . and you can’t help but think lester is fucking cute . he doesn’t name the bunny . later , after you decide to eat in the mall , lester says he’ll be back and goes to the bathroom . when he comes back he hands you a little bear that is dressed up like him and tells you that he wanted to make you something to hug on to when you missed him too much . 

jacob goodnight 

jacob is nervous , overwhelmed . you go during a school day in the morning so no one is really around . he doesn’t what to do or what to chose , but decides on one that has eyes that can be removed , you understand that he has a bit of an issue so you promise that you’ll put pretty patches over the eyes when you get home , he’s very relieved by this . now , your boy is usually pouty or neutral looking , but watch him light up and smile during the heart ceremony . he takes everything to heart and is so happy . his bear is medium fluff with most of the fluff in his tummy . he takes his time cleaning it , and picks out a very basic outfit . just a plain shirt and shorts . he names it jacob , after himself and wants you to hold it , thinking that you look so cute with two soft stuffed animals in your arms . later , he’ll try to make matching cross necklaces for both your bears . he also wants to come back and make a bear each for all his dogs . 

martin ( 1977 ) 

this shy boy is extremely excited and nervous at the same time . he’ll be quiet , glancing towards you and back at his bear , one that is pure white . he does the heart ceremony , shy as hell about it , whispering the words and such . but the further into the store the more he comes out of his shell . he smiles and stands close , looking at clothes and wanting your bears to match . they both end up looking cute and fancy , his a girl he names angel , and he tells you it reminds him of you . he keeps it in his room , often looking at it when he thinks and misses you . 

carrie white

this girl is excited , eyes bright and smile wide and sweet . she picks out something soft and pink and colorful . she doesn’t want her bear to be plain , no she wants her to be beautiful and stand out . you can’t help it . you put your own bear away so you can spend all the money spoiling this happy girl you have . she does everything with gusto , even doing it with some shy kids . she’s so lost in the moment that it’s wonderful , she really needed this . her bear is so soft , nearly limp , and dressed in a pretty yellow sundress with ribbons on her ears . she names it sunshine . 

[kriss-the-writing-nerd]

11/11/11 tag game

Answer 11 questions, make 11 new questions, tag 11 persons!

I was tagged by @waterfallwritings for this! Thank you, your questions were really interesting and fun to answer! o(^▽^)o

(Sorry if I got a bit lengthy, it was just so nice to do something not university related after exams!)

1. How do you come up with ideas for your WIPs?

The heavy artillery from the get go, eh? *cracks knuckles* Okay, to be honest, I'm not sure. I've never really thought of it, they're just there, clamoring for attention (plot bunnies are my best ally and worst enemy). I definitely have bouts of very intense inspiration and days when I just,, can't. Even if I know where the scene is going, how it's going, and why, the words aren't there. Or they're all wrong. (This is when I default to writing ugly-crying emotional breakdowns or sex. Likely both.)

Working out a story is a game of association laced with concepts and core elements for me. Like this: dragons (core element) + mountains (association) + tribe/clan (concept) + shapeshifting (association/concept) + relocation/settlers (core element). And that's basically my dragon wip.

Eld's story is based on a Doctor Who quote "demons run when a good man goes to war". Ren and Kuro grew up with me; at some point they just started acting on their own - I just throw shit at them and sees what shakes loose at this point. (They have five kids! How???? did that?? happen???)

(I'm a sucker for prompts. My brain can see a single word and just, run of with it hollering in glee.)

2. How do you get past gaps in the plot?

Urrrrgh, I have to get past them??

I struggle, is what I do. Typically I let it sit, soundly on the back-burner in my mind, until I've mulled through my story to the point where the hole is gone. (This takes months, and with my sci-fi wip I ended up rewriting the dang thing completely at the third draft after eight years of working on it. Scrapping it was painful.)

Or I try a different angle. Sometimes it works.

3. What motivates you to keep writing?

I love writing. There's really no more significant reason than that. Writing allows me to express myself, create and explore worlds and characters who wouldn't exist otherwise. And it lets me just exist without any layers. When I've been hurting, writing has helped me get the pain out with no more than tears.

And I love words and languages; the way we have about 10 different words to say "snow" (partly because Swedish mesh several words into one but still) and maybe 2 (3?) for heat. That there are groups of languages with the same ancestors that are so close; how absolutely amazingly different they can be (I just learned "y" is not considered a vowel in English and I'm???? Completely blown. What. What do you mean it's not a vowel. Are you sure???). And languages with different alphabets and ones that use pictures to represent ideas instead of sounds! And sign languages!!

And idioms! It's so cool how idioms can carry words of wisdom, caution and reassurance, and rarely can be translated (classical examples from Swedish "There's no danger on the roof" and "The rain is standing like sticks in the ground") because they lose their connections to the cultures they are used in.

The universes in my head are as full of life as the real world and not nearly as anxiety-inducing. I have stories to tell. And you know that feeling when you’re in the zone and everything is flowing and you’re writing 10′000 words in a go? That.

4. Do you do any other kind of creative writing?

I dabble in poetry? Like, very sporadically and with mixed results. I have a friend into slam poetry who opened my eyes to it, too.

(Would fanfiction go here too?)

5. Do you have any other creative hobbies besides writing?

Urngh, yeah, too many. If I’m not reading, my hands need to be moving or I’m an unhappy bean. Though, writing is the only thing I never put down. Ever.

Okay, so, I draw (badly), both on paper and digitally. Mostly landscapes. I also try to make house sketches/plans. And I paint (a bit better than I draw), prefer oils or acrylics over water colors. My partner and I also paint miniature models when there is time.

I also crochet and knit, and I love origami. I roleplay (Dungeons & Dragons, whenever the DMs have time), and I play the violin (and piano) and write simple music for myself.

I garden if there's time in the spring and during summer, and I absolutely love these little fairy-gardens that have been popping up everywhere. On that note, I have more houseplants than I have space for.

I'm also thinking to start up a little thing making bracelets and bead strings for fidgeting. I needed some kind of stim toy to be able to focus and I wanted something silent with many different sensations to keep me entertained. I hunted around a bit but eventually made my own and they turned out pretty nice!

(I also like to bake, especially pies and breads.)

6. What do you do when you’re stuck on a scene and don’t know how to get it out / write it?

I slam the key words in. And then I ignore it until it stops fighting back so much.

Or I backtrack. Sometimes I've written myself into a corner unknowingly.

Sometimes I drop a wip that's giving me grief and work on another, or I use word/idea prompts to get me started.

7. How do you decide how to end your WIP?

God, please tell me because I don't hecking know. Should I do an epilogue? Should I leave it open/ambiguous? Should I just cut it off and leave the next step to the reader? Should there be a "true" ending, with goodbyes (actual or metaphorical)?

Urrrrrrrrgh. Good Lord, endings.

8. When in the process of writing do you decide how its going to end? Or do you kind of just wait til you get there?

Either I know from the start, before I write the first words, or I wait. Which tends to mean frustrating the hell out of myself. I have started to go through my wips (whether original or fanfiction) and give them all bare-bones outlines, because not having endings is a big problem for me.

9. Why did you decide to join writeblr?

Basically when I decided I had had enough of the "join to see more" button or the "sensitive material" warning. And when I realized there was a really nice writing community here I could maybe become a part of. (A major reason was actually @concerningwolves advice posts.)

10. What’s your favourite food?

(CW: Maybe skip if you’re vegetarian/vegan/you’d rather not read about meat.)

Chinese deep-fried chicken with sweet-and-sour sauce (not the spicy chili kind, the actual pineapple and tomato juice based kind) with rice. No question about it.

Mom's "blodbröd med fläsk" is a close runner up though, but we only eat it once a year, at the midwinter solstice. It's homemade Swedish tunnbröd (hard thin-bread) with blood instead of water in it that you dip in boiling water to make it soft, with white sauce, and fried, thoroughly salted pork.

(Believe me, some country-side Swedes in the northern parts are still pretty pagan about the sun coming back, me included. It's a big deal when you go between no night/darkness and then very little/no sun.)

11. If you had to kill off a character in your WIP, who would it be and why?

People are dying right and left in most of them already, since three include large-scale wars, so there's no shortage there.

But if I had to choose a main-character or a directly supporting character? (MY BABIES! NO.)

I think Ren, from the sci-fi wip, because he would be free from both responsibility and physical and mental pain. (My boi is a wreck.) It wouldn't be unlikely either. But at this point it would destroy my story! 😂 Less story-destroying would be their foster-guardian Sandra. It would still force me to write a completely new arc, but it would be do-able.

Although, regarding the fantasy wip Firestorm, Kebarock dying in their war would crush Sunling. That could be done without losing the plot entirely. Hmmm.

Puh, that was a lot of thinking! Okay, I'll be tagging.. @concerningwolves @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables @adorhauer @focusdumbass @sleepy-and-anxious @els-writes @meteorwrites @sebastian-writer @telvivere @thescribesloft and @aceymichaelis No obligation to do this of course! <3 (And if I tagged you and you’d rather not be tagged in games, I apologize, please let me know)

And here are your questions if you want to:

1. What about your wip makes you smile?

2. What's the hardest decision you've had to make in regards to a wip?

3. What text font do you prefer writing in? Or do you write by hand?

4. Are there pets in your wip? If not, what pet might your character(s) keep?

5. What AU would you love to see/write for your wip?

6. Is there any type of music/a song in particular that you associate with your wip?

7. Are you a night owl or an early bird/When do you write?

8. Favorite beverage?

9. Where do you prefer to write? At home? In a library? On the bus/train?

10. What are your first 3 to 5 associations with the word 'writing'? Why those?

11. What do you do when you're bored?

Hope you enjoy! o(^◇^)o

[gabriel4sam]

Comfort in the arms of friends, a Obi-Wan x Depa x Quinlan story!

A very explicit fic under the cut!

Quinlan entered his rooms and let his backpack fall on the couch.

Here he was.

In the Temple again.

A reformed Dark Sider.

It had been months since he had been in his small apartment and he had stayed only three days the last time. It was bare: he had always collected more memories than trinkets and when his Padawan had been Knighted, he had left the apartment they shared and let her have what they had brought back sometimes from their mission.

And now? He had seen his former Master and his former Padawan when he was in the Halls of Healing, but they had left three days ago for a mission. Quinlan checked his terminal. From his closest friends, two were also on mission, one was listed missing, Obi-Wan was in the Temple, and…two others were dead. He toyed with the idea to comm Obi-Wan for a minute, then closed the terminal. It was late, more dinner time than anything, a Councillor had probably hard days.

To stay busy, he made the bed, then he sat on it. It had taken him four minutes. And now?

What were people doing when they arrived home after a long absence?

After a second of hesitation, he made himself an infusion. He had used so much stims when he was away than the Healers had forbidden him anything stronger. With the mug, he sat on the couch. He took a sip and burnt his tongue, searched somewhere to put it, remembered he had wanted to pick up some small table and hadn’t had the time, put it on the floor and took a few steps, going to the window.

He stood there, watching Coruscant for a long moment. Time passed, shuttles crossed from one side of the window to another, and he stood there, his respiration too fast, arms crossed and nails digging into the flesh of his arms in an effort to stay calm.

He was fine. He was totally fine. They had let him leave the Halls of Healing because the feeling of so many suffering was a nightmare with his special gifts, he wasn’t going to crawl back to them.

That being said, that wasn’t working. The walls were closing on him and it wasn’t working! He couldn’t stay there right now.

He turned, swore viciously when his feet caught the mug that he had totally forgotten.

He wasn’t really sure where he was going until he found himself knocking on Obi-Wan and Depa’s door. He waited a little but nothing came. His shoulders dropped. With the war, it was no surprise that nobody was home, they were probably still in the Council Room. He turned to leave and just at that moment, the door opened.

“Quinlan Vos!”

“Master Bilaba..” He bowed, more habits than anything, “I was searching for Obi-Wan, I’m sorry to bothe-“

She had him by his arm and was dragging him inside before he ended his sentence. Obi-Wan was leaving the bedroom, tying his belt, feet bare, and Quinlan suddenly understood what he had interrupted and turned to Depa Billaba, and yes, she was wearing outer tunic and pants, but she was barefoot and without inner tunic.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“Of course, you should have.”

She disappeared into the bedroom and came back with her boots and a bundle of clothes.

“I will go and find an unsuspecting victim to trash in the training rooms. Play nice, boys.”

And she left them.

“Did you eat?” Obi-Wan asked and after Quinlan’s answer, he went to warm them some porridge.

“For dinner?” Quinlan remarked. Not that he was opposed to the idea but in his memories, his old friend was more of the vegetables and whole grains for dinner when things were fine, and only a few strong drinks when they weren’t.

“It’s comfort food and I suspect you need it.”

“Well, a good shot of that liquor Organa sent you…”

“I’m not giving you alcohol. Come, sit with me.”

Quinlan sat down. He wasn’t even finding a good joke about what he had interrupted and he hadn’t the energy to search. But as he ate, he realized that he had been hungry and as the level of food in the bowl diminished, he felt better, if only by a margin.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Obi-Wan asked when the food was all gone.

“Words are more your forte than mine. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Do you want me to talk?”

Quinlan shrugged.

"It will be okay," Obi-Wan said softly. "Breathe. Just breathe. Can you reach for the Force?"

“I don’t dare. What if it’s dark?”

Obi-Wan didn’t insist. That was something Quinlan liked in him. Obi-Wan didn’t like when people tried to force his hand in talking about his feelings and he extended to people the same curtesy.

Obi-Wan put some documentary on the holonet and Quinlan let the mating habits of the Peko peko become some sort of background noises. Just next to him, Obi-Wan was a warm presence, in the tangible world and in the Force, and Quinlan let that presence lure him into calm.

He was safe. If something came, Obi-Wan would be there. Without realizing it, he slipped into sleep more restful that he had had for days. Later, strong arms carried him and he almost opened an eye, but there was that friendly, familiar Force presence, then the comfort of a mattress and he knew no more.

The next morning, conscience came slowly, between warm sheets and a strong body behind him. That wasn’t so surprising, before that mess, he had an healthy if irregular sex life, but he knew that Force presence.

He was in bed with Obi-Wan.

How had he…??? No, they hadn’t had sex, he was sure of it. He was unhinged by the last month, but he was sure he wouldn’t do that. Also, Obi-Wan was happily in love with Depa Billaba and his friendship with Quinlan wouldn’t have stopped a very strong NO if Quinlan had tried.

He slowly left the bed, wishing very hard Obi-Wan wouldn’t wake up, then left the bedroom. On the couch in the small living room, there was a bedroll and a pillow and he grimaced. Depa had slept on the couch because her lover was babysitting.

“Abandon those dark thoughts and come have breakfast with me.”

He was so out of his game that he jumped at Depa’s voice, and almost broke a potted plant in turning to bow.

She had a small smile on her lips, her hairs down and was preparing some fruit salad. Quinlan’ stomach growled.

“There is no need to bow. We aren’t in the Council Room, after all, and I’m much more interested in your help eating all of that than in a half-hearted respect.”

And after a second of hesitation, he joined her. He felt ravenous, the effect of a good night of sleep. He even found in him a tentative joke:

“I left him in the same state I found him, I swore.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it. If you had had sex with him, you would be very much still sleeping, and with more marks than that.”

He was so surprised he almost choked on a berry and Depa laughed at his expression.

Then, she became more serious:

“Quinlan, Obi-Wan and I have a fortnight before we ship again.”

He nodded, not understanding why she told him that.

“Your days are yours, of course, but since you’re alone in the Temple and in need of comfort while you search for your bearings again, you’re most welcome here. The days, the nights, what you need…”

“That would put a damper of your sex life,” and yes, he was definitely feeling better if he could talk like that to a Councillor, even one of the friendliest of the bunch.

“You say that like a public is something Obi-Wan and I disliked. Or as if it wouldn’t give us motivation to hit some interesting clubs again. Obi-Wan has quite a success in the backrooms.”

“I don’t…I…Master Billaba!!!”

And she laughed again and it was as clear as a crystal symphony of Rodia, as pure as the Force, and Quinlan suddenly knew he would be fine.

He was home, in the Temple, among his people, and he would be fine.

****************

Apparently, living with other Jedi was exactly what Quinlan had needed to get back on his feet.

After only six days sleeping on Obi-Wan and Depa’s couch, he felt more himself than he had in months. He went to see his appointed mind healer every day, exercised lightly in the training halls and spend all the time he could with them. After ten days, he felt like a Jedi, if a Jedi with a difficult experience behind him, and not anymore like a time bomb.

There was a sort of bubbling joy infusing those quarters, a peace full of laugh. The pair didn’t let the war and its miseries enter their quarters.

It wasn’t always easy and some evenings, they came back from the Council with too old eyes and a grimace on their mouths. But those evenings, he saw them make more efforts for each other in shape of easy things, baths and comfort foods and foot massage. For the first time in years, he thought he should perhaps search someone to share this type of relationship and not his quick, usual, tumble in the sheets only.

It was so different from what he had thought they had. If someone had asked him before, he would have said that Depa and Obi-Wan spend their evenings reading other Jedi’s paperwork and correcting their grammar for fun. He had been an idiot, he thought, while he was nursing an herbal tea and letting Depa teach him new ways to cheat at cards, while Obi-Wan napped with his head on his lover’s lap.

And the warmth of their relationship wasn’t the only thing surprising him. He didn’t spend his time thinking about his friends’ sex life but if he had, he would have bet about vanilla sex twice a month…  

For a Jedi’s spy, he needed to work on shedding his bias. When Depa had asked if he would be ok if they came home later one day, he had only asked where they were going because he had always been a gossip.

He wasn’t really expecting an answer. He wasn’t really expecting that answer! Now, he couldn’t stop himself from picturing it, flushing from the images.

Obi-Wan and Depa had apparently a more interesting sex life that he could ever imagine. And sometimes, the idea… What were they looking for, in a third? He wasn’t in love with them, but …. How long had it been since his sex life had been more than a string of lovers never seen again, and some…ok, he could confess it, some vanilla sex, because he just wanted to get off and it was easier finding someone for that sort of sex that bothering with the more peculiar clubs.

His mind went again to the clubs that his two friends frequented… Now that he saw Obi-Wan in the evenings, without the Councillor’s persona, he could see it.

His warmth, his smiles, the fire of his hair and his sparkling eyes. Depa probably didn’t have difficulties finding someone to share him with. And Depa. With her smart quips and her long hair and her presence… And she had beautiful eyes too. How come he had never before remarked them? He recognized now that she made him weak in the knees when she laughed at one of his jokes.

Quinlan Vos hadn’t become one of the most successful undercover Jedi by refusing risks.

The next morning at breakfast, he simply asked. The yes was immediate but the discussion after more long that he believed it would be.

And that too felt good.

How sure they wanted to be sure it wouldn’t hurt their friendship. How important it was for them. That also made him think about his wilder years and how young Quinlan hadn’t been very careful with himself.

But he didn’t regret it. Not when it had led to that moment, sitting against the headboard of their bed, with Obi-Wan’s head bobbing between his legs.

“He has quite a mouth, don’t you think?” Depa remarked. She was as naked as them, sitting in a comfy chair next to the window, a glass of wine in her hand, watching her lover go down with talent on their friend.

“Like a dream,” admitted Quinlan, “didn’t think humans could-”

Obi-Wan pressed his tongue flat along the underside and Quinlan lost track of what he was saying to moan. He wasn’t surprised to see that his old friend could smirk and give a blowjob at the same time: it was totally Obi-Wan. But he couldn’t be vexed at a man taking him deeper any second and massaging his balls with his hand like that.

“Slower, beloved,” Depa ordered, “Let Quinlan enjoy the experience before making him come.” Quinlan groaned at her voice. He had never tried something like that but discovered he liked it. Her gaze felt like a caress itself and her voice, all silk and steel, made him want to kneel and ask for orders.

He stroked Obi-Wan’s hair, cupped his cheek. In the Force, Obi-Wan was radiating contentment and desire and safety and it was almost as good as the eager mouth caressing him.

“Force, Obi…Your tongue, your mouth…” He thrusted up and Obi-Wan just took him deeper, swallowing around him, his eyes closing, sparkling in the Force like a damn firework.

“Kriff,” Quinlan swore.

“You’re good,” Depa encouraged, “don’t be afraid. Obi-Wan can take it. Our ginger hedonist here likes to deepthroat Cathars when he wants to have fun. Have you ever seen how thick they are?”

Quinlan groaned again, the sound punched out his chest, and prolonged in a gasp when a lightsaber-calloused hand cupped his balls again.

Those two would kill him, but what an end…

Depa grinned smugly. She had probably felt his lust skyrocket in the Force with her words.

“It can be exhausting, the Council. We need to do things that push us out of our worries. When we had more time, before the war, Obi-Wan and I liked to hit the clubs once a week and well…he’s curious, you know that. Do you know how many species are on Coruscant? And the only common thing is that everybody likes to have fun.”

Obi-Wan grunted around his mouthful. His two hands were busy caressing Quinlan, who could see from here how hard Obi-Wan was.

“I think my favourite encounter was that Twil’ek accountant, but Obi-Wan’s certainly was those three days we spend with a Besalik dancer.”

That was it, Quinlan was done. Three other thrusts, fucking Obi-Wan’s throat and a cry like he was dying and he shoot his seed straight into that willing mouth.

Once he could remember which way was up, he patted Obi-Wan’s head, searching for words.

The bed dipped a little when Depa joined them. He watched her kiss Obi-Wan in a long, deep kiss. If he had some air in his lungs, he would have whimpered at the idea of his seed on their tongues. He had not even kissed Depa yet!

They turned to him in tandem and he gulped at the expression on their faces, then Obi-Wan winked and Quinlan suddenly laughed.

Sex was good. But it was because it was sex with them, with his friends. It was not only getting off, it was sharing something with them.

He leaned down, very slowly to let Depa move if she didn’t want his kiss, but she turned her head and kissed him first. It started chaste but soon, she was taking control and he opened for her.

And when it was done, she winked too and he laughed again and went to claim a second kiss.

“What do you want now?” Obi-Wan asked, his head pillowed on Quinlan’s belly. His own cock was still hard and flushed, curving against his belly, but he didn’t seemed in a hurry to take care of it.

Quinlan hesitated. Depa caressed his dreads and he purred, closing his eyes.

“Trust us to say no if it’s something we don’t want,” she said, “like we trust you to refuse something that would displease you.”

He turned his head for a kiss. Depa kissed like she was taking command of a battlefield and it was intoxicating. They lost a few minutes to kisses and some heavy petting. Obi-Wan’s appreciative gaze was like a caress on their skins. In the shell of her ear, encouraged by the kisses, he asked.

“Oh Force yes,” Quinlan heard Obi-Wan said, not even pretending he hadn’t heard. The redhead joined them again, kissing slowly the powerful back of Quinlan, lower, lower, and Quinlan rolled over his belly to give access, putting his head on Depa’s lap.

“Perhaps I could do something for you when I’m there,” he joked, and she smiled.

“Later,” she answered, scratching her neck, “if it’s been long, you wouldn’t do very well down there.” And he would have been vexed if Obi-Wan hadn’t chosen that second to part his cheeks, blowing on his hole.

Quinlan squeaked and Depa caressed his hair again.

“How long?” She asked and he searched in his mind, adding years and finally answering:

“Almost ten years”, and then he tensed because the sensation of lube was foreign, all those years making him forget how sensitive that part of his body was. But Obi-Wan certainly knew what he was doing. It almost surprised the Kiffar; he remembered that part as something his lovers had done to rush to the main event, and he would confess, if asked, that he just did it to be sure he wouldn’t hurt them, when he was in the other position. Obi-Wan didn’t seem of the same opinion. He acted like fingering Quinlan was a treat itself, taking half an eternity.

Quiet, nonsense syllables escaped Quinlan as the ginger Jedi opened him, slowly, cautiously, and made sparks dance along Quinlan’s nerves, rubbing against his prostate, stretching him, little by little. Quinlan couldn’t have said how long it took. He only knew he was melting into the mattress long before Obi-Wan deemed him ready and that Depa never stopped petting his hairs, telling him tales of pleasure and joy found in the meeting of flesh, stories so hot that her voice only would have made him come if his last orgasm hadn’t been so satisfying.

Then they helped him roll over his back, because he wanted to see Obi-Wan, and his friend took him, in a long, smooth movement.

Quinlan closed his eyes, tipping his head off. Obi-Wan kissed his throat, still immobile in him, the sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure. It had been years since Quinlan had let a lover do that and he had forgotten how intimate it was. He was half hard between them and his erection only flagged down a little at the burn.

Obi-Wan kissed his throat again, peppered little bites on his jaw, patient, and impossibly warm and hard in him. After a moment, Quinlan started squirming and Obi-Wan had a laugh.

“Patience,” he said, licking Quinlan’s lips, then he started a slow rhythm that made Quinlan whine. It was like that rhythm made him feel even more the cock piercing him. He looked up at Depa and she was against the headboard, watching them with burning eyes, touching herself slowly. Quinlan saw a hint of gold and realized her nipples piercings weren’t the only ones she had. Just at that moment, Obi-Wan pushed against his prostate with more strength and Quinlan wailed, forgetting about that glimpse of metal. Obi-Wan seemed to drove deeper into him at every thrust and when Quilan put his hands on his shoulders, he took the hint, sharing a long kiss, only broken when Quinlan moaned again on a particularly hard thrust.

“You felt so damn good. So kriffin tight,” Obi-Wan praised and Quinlan whined again. He had forgotten how good that could be, how could he have been so stupid.

Depa took his hand and Quinlan used it as an anchor as the pleasure menaced to took him away.

“You’re doing so good,” Depa murmured, “and you like it so much. Why did you refuse that to yourself for years? If it’s the lack of trust for strangers, come to us, dear one, every time you need.”

She leaned down on him and kissed him deep; before adding, “I will even teach you to take Obi-Wan and my strap-on at the same time if you’re so good every time.”

“Please,” pleaded Quinlan, arching his back, without being sure what he asked for.

“Not yet, dear,” she ordered and he knew he would obey.

Obi-Wan came with a low growl, slumping over Quinlan, panting against his collarbone.

Quinlan whined. His cock was hard rock again but Depa batted his hand away when he tried to correct that.

Obi-Wan rolled over next to Quinlan, pressing soft kisses against his shoulders, then taking his mouth in a long, grateful kiss.

“Good hips movement,” Quinlan quipped against his mouth and the laugh of Obi-Wan made his lips irresistible, he had to kiss him again. Depa shifted on the bed and put herself on Quinlan’s legs. She made quite a view, her hair down, her smile, the gold of her piercing attracting attention to her nipples.

“Put your fingers in me,” she asked and Quinlan pushed easily two of them into her, using his thumb to rub her clit, groaning deeply at how wet she was. His hands moved to her hips and they both stilled. Then Depa smiled and moved and Quinlan groaned again when her body welcomed him. She was tight and wet and warm and smiling at him, and he took a few careful breaths to be sure it wouldn’t meet a premature end.

Obi-Wan sat next to Depa, kissing her, then let a trail of small kisses and bites on her throat. One of his hands caressed the place where the other two were joined, then he pushed the tip of a finger beside Quinlan’s cock, making the other man whinged a plea.

“Shhh,” Depa encouraged, “We have you,” and she rocked gently, taking him higher and higher in a long spiral. Obi-Wan’s fingers and mouth danced on their bodies, sucking, rubbing, teasing, the three of them tangled together in a lazy slide to pleasure. Quinlan came first, the pleasure deep in a way he didn’t know possible, and Depa followed, helped by Obi-Wan’s fingers between the lips of her sex.

Wallowing in the hormones swimming in his blood, Quinlan lay there, watching as Obi-Wan helped Depa onto her back, tossing one of her legs on his shoulder and put his mouth on her sex. Depa arched with a yell, but he didn’t relent, and Quinlan realized it was a sound of great pleasure and not of overstimulation. With wet noises, clinging to her hips with his two hands, he licked Quinlan’s semen out of her and Depa mewled, more vocal that she had been all evening, until he finally succeed in licking her to a second orgasm.

“If the Temple ever need money, you need to make a holosextape,” Quinlan remarked and Obi-Wan, his lips still shining, his beard a mess, muffled his laugh against Depa’s belly.

They stumbled to the fresher, already yawning, exhausted, then stripped the bed and thrown the dirty sheets in a corner of the room instead of in the laundry chute, minds already half-asleep, and cuddled, the three of them under the covers.

“Remember,” Depa promised, as Obi-Wan was already dead to the world, “Every time you need comfort, presence, or help. You’re not alone in the Temple.”

And cradled in their arms, Quinlan slept, without nightmares or terrors.