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kukuandkookie · 15 hours ago

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Hey everyone, OP here again because I have seen these responses that are more critical of the Doylist approach (including this one):

And I feel like clarifying some things. Please note I am not writing this from a defensive position because I do not feel like anyone is attacking me—in fact, these are all good points. The only reason I’m writing this is because I’m someone who sometimes can’t shut up, likes thinking about things, and trying to put them into words in a way that covers everything so the other party can understand.

So here’s specifically why I’m now writing this addition: because I want to clarify some things just in case some people will come to assume I think it’s okay or even possible to talk about the author’s intent as if we know for sure what they were intending.

I admittedly hadn’t heard about the “Watsonian” versus “Doylist” way of looking at narratives until now, but I think they’re kind of neat distinctions that help immediately clarify sort of what I’m talking about…

But I agree with the main Tumblr post explaining these terms that I came across when I searched them up (I’ve underlined the main point I want to…well, underline here):

(This was a screenshot posted on Reddit so I cropped it for convenience, but please note the reblog is by the person who wrote the original post, so I haven’t removed OP’s username (as I prefer to credit things if possible)).

You’ll notice that what I’ve highlighted is where OP says “but it's very difficult (and imo often useless, though there are exceptions) to try to argue one kind of explanation with the other kind,” because that’s my main gripe in my original post.

I was perplexed by what was happening with the discussion around Frieren where someone looks at the story from a writing perspective and critiques the writing choice that is making the demon horde all evil, yet fans will defend it using the diegetic, in-universe logic and lore.

So to now alter my statement using these new, more concise terms, I was basically trying to say I find it reductive when someone brings up a Doylist argument but fans respond with a Watsonian one.

(🔼 This first line, with the part I highlighted specifically, is basically where I could instead say “…readers using a Watsonian argument against someone who uses a Doylist argument to critique a series.”)

Now please note that I also can totally see why relying too heavily on solely a Doylist argument would be detrimental to how we consume a piece of fiction as well.

If you make too many assumptions from a Doylist perspective, you may end up making a presumption about the author that is unfair to the work and to the author.

For example, I’m always seeing anti versus pro-ship discourse on Twitter, where people now treat the term “pro-ship” like it means “problematic shipping,” and I always feel the need to clarify it just means being okay with shipping and having a ship and let ship attitude that is against harassment, but I also recognize that it’s evolved to become more anti-censorship over the years (to the point many pro-shippers will seem to an anti as if they’re more about supporting dark media over the idea of “ship and let ship”), as the anti and pro-ship discourse grows more intense. And I am fully in support of this anti-censorship stance!

If asked to pick between the two labels, I��d identify as a pro-shipper myself, and that includes the anti-censorship aspect, and that means I don’t see anything wrong with creators creating what they want, even when the things they make are uncomfortable or very dark. Which is all just context for me to try and say that I’m firmly of the mindset that an author’s works are not immediately representative of them as a person.

I worry this disclaimer isn’t as clear in my original piece, although I did try to add it, as these underlined bits in the screenshots below were meant to convey:

So now that I have those screenshots out of the way, I’d like to make one last clarification, using the last screenshot to do so:

When I said “interrogate what some of its choices may be conveying to its audience [but the potential answer you’ll arrive at isn’t set in stone because it will vary from person to person],” I meant it. In fact, I’ve been thinking that I dislike that I used “answer” when I said “the answer itself is multifaceted and nuanced,” because “answer” makes us think of a distinct truth. I wish I had used something more like “the answer you think of” or “the conclusion you arrive at” or “the response you come up with” etc instead.

This is actually why I don’t want to say my point is solely to rely on a Watsonian or Doylist perspective.

There’s a reason I used “writing perspective” throughout my post, and my intention was to say that I think more people can benefit from looking at a piece of media and wondering, “When the writer came up with this idea, what were they trying to convey, if anything at all? What does it feel like it ends up conveying instead?”

The person who explained what Watsonian versus Doylist means also used an example of a character who has a wound that is first described in one place before being said in another instance to be in a different place, and how the explanation may differ between someone using a Watsonian or Doylist perspective:

But the emphasis in my original post isn’t just in trying to assume what was going through the writer’s head, including in simpler things like a continuity error, it’s also to look at the bigger picture of a writing choice from a thematic standpoint.

Like what I want to emphasize here is that I don’t just hope more people will adopt a Doylist mindset, I also hope more people will think about the (potential) themes of a work (which I realize is asking a lot of people, hence why my piece maybe reads like I’m advocating solely for a Doylist mindset, because asking people to treat the media they consume the way we were taught to read things in school feels both impossible and will sound maybe condescending to those people I’m critiquing 😅).

Basically what I’m saying is that the focus won’t just be on little details like “why are the curtains blue” or “why did the wound move on the character’s body” or “why was the villain seen in the background wielding their weapon from season 1 when they have a new weapon in season 2.”

I also want people to think about what deeper ideas they may feel like they and others are receiving from a work.

So to rapid-fire address the points from the three people who are critiquing the Doylist method here, I hope my original post can also remind us that:

Yes, do not perform any attempt at armchair psychology on the writer.

No, a writer’s work is not immediately reflective of who they are, nor does it mean you can even assume you know their entire personality, mindset, beliefs, etc from their work.

No, do not diagnose the writer based off your own assumptions of who they are from their work.

Yes, please do consider other contexts surrounding why their work contains the things it does (eg I mentioned in my original post how people critique the writing choice by Asian writers who focus on pale skin as a sign of utmost beauty, and as an Asian myself, while I don’t like this belief by Asians, I also hope westerners will realize the history behind this beauty standard is more complex than just “because Asians admire white people”).

This last point is actually really important to me—as I said, I am an Asian, so I recognize sometimes that Asians can write or believe things that don’t feel as “progressive” as us in the west, but we need to consider the cultural and even historical nuances behind why—eg many Asians seem more okay with writing dark fiction, such as having boys’ love works that feature rape more than mlm works in the west would, and this can be attributed to Asians navigating a society more strongly tied to sexual repression and the patriarchy. And by extension of recognizing these nuances, we can also acknowledge that just because Asian BL is often “more problematic,” it doesn’t mean it’s less valid than western BL or that it’s not meaningful representation for Asians.

I’m a danmei fan who’s often frustrated by the system of censorship in China, but even I often feel the need to explain that no, it’s not that the entire country is naturally homophobic. The current homophobic censorship by the government and the government’s version of ideal masculinity were actually all taught to Chinese people by the west who colonized China. But even then, the LGBTQ+ are not explicitly illegal in China, and many people make LGBTQ+ works that, due to censorship, are still meaningful representation to Chinese people, even if BL as a category of fiction is often dismissed as women fetishizing gays and danmei is similarly often criticized as such in the west. I find it reductive to assume it’s all about the sexiness of men fucking when it comes to Asian BL, especially since danmei has uniquely evolved to focus more on plot and genre to kind of obscure the romance from potentially being noticed and censored. And at the same time, even as censorship exists in China, it’s a spectrum where cdramas are the most censored, then donghua, then manhua, then audio dramas, then novels, with video games somewhere in between (because I guess being able to see the gayness explicitly on-screen makes it more easily noticeable, hence the stronger censorship, and all the more so for cdramas because they feature real human bodies). But even when a Chinese danmei work is censored, like a cdrama, I wish westerners wouldn’t call it “bromance” as they often do, because the crew’s intent is still clearly to make a BL, even under censorship, and we should respect that. So if you see queer-coding in a Chinese work, as it’s very common (often done under the “sworn brother” concept), I wish people would embrace it rather than view it as queer-baiting, because Chinese creators can’t afford to queer-bait. By writing queer works even under a system of censorship, they are actively resisting the system and we should respect that.

That above is an example of all the nuances I hope people will consider when they engage with danmei.

Like I am a fan of the 188男团, a series of darker danmei novels from Shui Qian Cheng that feature many “problematic” things, and I find it very reductive when I see reviews for her novels on NovelUpdates that rate her work one star just for including non-con, having terrible asshole main characters, or worst yet, when people say they think the author is cool with rape because of what she wrote and that’s why they’re rating her work one star.

But at the same time, there are indeed sometimes more statements about an author’s beliefs/mindset/morals that you can make from a Doylist perspective that people generally accept as truth, like “some of JK Rowling’s decisions on lore or names come across as racist at worst and ignorant at best,” but I’m looking more for statements like “JK Rowling’s portrayal of goblins read as perpetuating antisemitism and may demonstrate her underlying prejudices.”

You can see how the second statement is more thematic and can be seen as subjective, as you can’t as easily convince everyone that the Harry Potter goblins are antisemitic archetypes while you can more easily convince everyone that Cho Chang is a racist (or at least ignorant) name.

And my focus in my original post is on encouraging (using a Doylist approach) people to dig for these more so subjective themes in a work!

That’s why I emphasized a writing perspective rather than just discussing the writers themselves, with just discussing the writers themselves being something someone might do if relying too heavily on a Doylist approach.

For example, when everyone hated Damian Wayne after he first arrived in DC comics because he was a spoiled, arrogant jerk, I wished people would consider the writing perspective that this was the writers laying a foundation for his future growth and development into less of a spoiled, arrogant jerk.

Rather than assume what the writers themselves intended as people when making a work (eg “is EL James cool with misogyny because of what she wrote in 50 Shades”), I hope people will consider just what the writers as writers intended to get across to their audience and what it actually ends up getting across to you as an individual and then to others as a whole (eg “50 Shades is written to indulge in sexual fantasy and it pushes this to extremes. While its darker tones can end up making the novel feel like it perpetuates misogynistic ideas and the patriarchy, it does also give women a place to vent darker sexual desires in a controlled setting, and this can be both good and bad because [insert thesis and maybe essay here]”).

I said in my second reblog of my original post that it’s good to interrogate some of the writing choices and what they convey to the audience, and I stated that “at the same time, this answer won’t be entirely clear-cut because each person who thinks it over will have different opinions,” and I still mean that.

I’m not saying Frieren or its author are conservative or fascist for painting the demons as an irredeemable species. Whether it feels like it is will vary from audience member to audience member.

But considering it is true Frieren attracts a lot of right-wing fans, demonstrating that the author’s choice of writing the demon horde as entirely and always evil can be an issue, I still think it’s valuable to question this writing choice as a writing choice.

It just doesn’t mean we can know what the author truly intended or what they’re like in real life!

And okay, I’ve obviously harped on Frieren a lot and I feel bad that I did it again, but it’s just the easiest example of what I’m trying to convey. I hope this time it makes even more sense, especially since I know the formatting of this reblog is kind of messy. 😅

Not a lot of energy to type up a detailed rant especially since I have a lot of other things I need to write, but…

Interesting phenomenon I’ve picked up recently (although this has always been an issue) is readers treating characters and fictional worlds as real and using that as an argument against someone who critiques the writers of the series behind those characters/worlds.

What does that mean?

Specifically, the reason it’s bothering me enough now to write this out is because I saw it a day ago when I saw a tweet criticizing Frieren (is that how you spell it?) as coming across as fascist because the bad guys in it are a demon horde completely incapable of empathy or goodness whatsoever. The OP specifically asked, “Why did the author write it like that? Doesn’t that sound like fascist messaging?”

Which okay, perhaps the way they worded it was obnoxious, because “fascist” is a word that gets thrown around sometimes to the point it can lose its meaning and people forget how bad it really is…

But fans of Frieren were defending it by saying, “Well, the bad guys aren’t capable of goodness ever so that’s why they have to be completely wiped out in the series!” One artist even qrt-ed it with a comic showing that someone trying to be nice to a demon will be killed, captioning it as “this literally happens in the series” and they got a shit-ton of likes—even though it completely misses the point of OP’s argument??

OP didn’t say Frieren the character is a fascist or that she as a character should try to extend sympathy to fictional demons that we know in her world are incapable of being better.

The question lies in why the author chose to write the world like this. In truth, you can’t easily glean an author’s morality from the fiction they write (Neil Gaiman is perhaps, most recently, a horrific and unfortunate example of this), because humans are too complex for that…

But when it comes to prejudice, it can seep into one’s work in uncomfortable ways.

For example, when people accused the Attack on Titan writer of including things in their work that felt supportive of Imperial Japan, or when Asian writers are criticized for the preference for pale skin in their work, or when Han Chinese danmei authors stereotype non-Han ethnicities in works set in ancient times.

So when OP asks why the Frieren author was comfortable with writing the antagonist as an entire species of evil beings, that’s fair to ask from a writing standpoint. It doesn’t matter that diegetically within the lore, the demons will never ever be good and that you wanting a demon to be good could get you killed—because those demons aren’t real. They are a product of the writer’s imagination…so why did the writer imagine them as an evil mass horde that deserves to be slaughtered?

And no, most people don’t have a problem with a villain who is genuinely evil. The reason Frieren gets special attention here is because it’s about an entire species—the main question is simply why, how come, and what the significance of that is, along with how it may demonstrate or even perpetuate a certain ideology, which in this case, can be seen as dangerous.

Now with that being said, I’m not a fan of Frieren or even someone who has tried it for myself, so I can’t properly critique it, nor would I make actual assumptions on the writer’s views. I’m simply saying that OP asked a question from a writing perspective, but rather than consider the nuances behind the writing choice OP was questioning, Frieren defenders defended it as if the demons were a real thing you needed to worry about where “you can’t question it because if you do and try to be nice to them, they’ll kill you!”

Again, OP did not ask why Frieren as a character doesn’t look for more good demons. OP asked why the author of Frieren the series wrote the theme this way.

Now for another example, The Legend of Korra, which has recently seen an uptick in discourse due to a new Avatar series that says being the Avatar is now a bad thing, which many Korra haters blame on Korra the character.

What I noticed is someone pointing out that the writers behind The Legend of Korra as a show constantly put her in punishing situations where she was violated and thrown around like a ragdoll much more than Aang was, and they said they felt like it was internalized misogyny by the writers.

People responded that Korra was always meant to be a darker show and, most frustrating of all—just as they did with Frieren—they spoke about the character as if she was real, because “well she was just way more headstrong than Aang so she got herself in all kinds of fucked up situations!”

Which, okay, yes, we can glean that an obvious flaw of Korra’s is her temper and stubbornness, but again, that wasn’t OP’s point. OP specifically wondered why the writers made Korra like this.

Like why make the female character so impetuous that she seems deserving of punishment through violation?

It doesn’t matter that Aang and Korra have fundamentally different personalities and approaches to battle in this particular discussion because the main point OP brought up comes back to writing choices. This invites us to consider the series critically from a writing perspective.

No matter how mad Korra makes you as a character, she’s still just a character—she’s just words on a page.

Her “choices” aren’t her choices at all because they were choices made by the writing staff, and it’s fair for some people to wonder why a writing staff would write her the way they did. Especially since they could still write her as headstrong and stubborn without making it so that everything always somehow seems like her fault to viewers, to the point no one is satisfied (because ATLA fans think she was too full of herself and thus ruined everything even as they think she deserves the punishment the series gives her, while Korra fans dislike that the writers put her through so much hell).

So with all that being said, I basically wish sometimes people would treat stories as actual stories. I know it’s easy to get emotionally attached to a fictional story or to emotionally respond to a character, whether they’re super amazing or super annoying, but at the end of the day fiction is still fiction and characters are still characters. Even if “normies” can’t look at things from a writing perspective, I wish they could look at a series as just that—a fictional series.

I’m not a fan of or even someone particularly well-versed in The Legend of Korra or anything, but I can still tell how silly it is when someone questions the writers and writing choices of a show and fans of the series as a whole respond that “actually it’s fine because it’s meant to be darker and Korra is flawed so she’s the one who makes a mess of things.” That doesn’t engage with anything in any critical or thoughtful manner.

Like yeah, we get it—the character of Korra is super stubborn so she messed up a lot in the plot and it backfired on her, or the character of the demons in Frieren are indeed irredeemable and it’s pointless to discuss otherwise. But who’s the one making them so flawed in the first place? They don’t actually exist; their traits and what happens to them are all details assigned by the writer(s). So it isn’t pointless to question why a writer chose to write these things the way they did.

Of course, you should not speculate either, and calling Frieren the series “fascist,” even in terms of its messaging, may be going too far, but thinking more critically about the different series you consume is usually a good thing.

If nothing else, it exercises your brain, which I’m starting to get worried that people refuse to use.

Remember: no matter how much a fictional character pisses you off, they’re still merely a fictional character who is a tool within the narrative. Some characters, like Boruto or Damian Wayne, are meant to be spoiled brats who go through character development, and other characters or themes or plot developments may be worthy of criticism even if they “make sense” within the established lore.

#kuku rambles #long post #I’m sorry if this feels overwhelming to the people I’m reblogging from…!#I just like to cover all my bases when I write or even talk so I tend to ramble 🥲#again I’m not on the defensive and I didn’t see your guys’ words as an attack!#I just wanted to clarify hopefully to anyone who assumes otherwise that I’m not saying you should rely solely on a Doylist approach #and I recommend *not* assuming you know the author as a person solely from what they write in their fictional stories 🙏

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forty-servants-free-readings · 2 days ago

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Pick a pile

Is your future spouse rough or gentle in bed?

Pick a group to find out, your reading is under the cut. If you're interested in a short, free oracle reading - feel free to send question to my askbox, anon is on. Answers are extremely slow due to demand and busy personal life, from time to time I go on hiatus. There is also paid offer, explained in my pinned post - those readings will be prioritised. If you want to support me there is a PayPal link in my bio.

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Group 1 - The Fortunate

I think that your future spouse isn't too rough in bed, tho they might be passionate they are just way more into worshipping each other's bodies than pushing boundaries. Very giving lover. I think they like to go slow to pay proper attention to every inch of you. They might want to dress you in nice lingerie and it would be a shame to rip it.

Group 2 - The Gate Keeper, The Lovers

They will show their true face only once they feel really safe with you. Some of their wants might be rather rough or even a bit taboo. I feel like you will know just what kind of a lover they are only once you're married, before they might be afraid to scare you. You will love it tho, don't worry. They might wait for a bit before they start sleeping with you cause they know how intense they can get.

Group 3 - The Moon

They are very gentle at first, it's just to soothe you and not scare you away. They might have some rough tendencies but they will hide them, especially at the beginning. Think of wolf in sheep's clothing. They will enjoy this play and will gladly pretend. They might usually start with good foreplay and get rougher in the process. They have a wild side to themselves.

Group 4 - The Sun

They are very passionate and intense but not rough at all. There is nothing dark about their desires, just overwhelming need to have you. You will be very satisfied regardless. You can relax with that person and let them show you their skill. Very energetic lover with great stamina. Many rounds await you.

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celestialgalaxyglow · 2 days ago

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Batfam and Danny, Part 49

It was midday, Duke and Danny had just handled a hostage situation and were making their way back to the Batcave.

Duke: That was a mess.

Danny: I know, talk about a crazy ex.

Duke: What did she ever see in him?

Danny: He broke up with her, she found herself a better man, then he got hurt claiming she broke his heart!?

Duke: Some people are simply delusional. In any case, thank you for joining me.

Danny: Sure no problem.

Duke: It can sometimes get a bit lonely being the only one active during daylight hours.

Danny: I would join you more frequently, I physically don't need sleep, but my dad forces me to sleep. Saying it's for my "mental health."

Duke: I think you should listen to Jason on that point.

Danny: ...I know.

Duke: You know it's fun having another person with powers in the family.

Danny: Right back at ya! Your powers are amazing!

Duke: It's just simple tricks of the light.

Danny: You plunged a brightly lit room into absolute darkness with a simple wave of your hands. That's nothing to sneeze at.

Duke: Well it's nothing compared to your own powers.

Danny: Well yeah, but I'm literally a god, and the most powerful being in any existence. So comparing things to many is a bit unfair to the other party.

Duke: Ok, then just your simply halfa powers: laser beams, flight, invisibility, intangibility, need I go on?

Danny: Couldn't you also turn yourself invisible?

Duke: Not that I know of?

Danny: Think about it, sight is just the light that enters our eyes.

Duke: And we only see the light that is reflected back by an object.

Danny: Though if you just stop the light from reflecting and leave it at that, you might just become a walking shadow, functional at night, not so much during the day.

Duke: I'll have to make it so the light around me somehow passes through me, or around me, to create a seamless image.

Duke and Danny stop on a nearby roof. Duke looked at his hand and concentrated, then it vanished.

Duke: It worked!

Danny: Told you your powers were amazing!

Duke: Can you see it? Wait-

Danny (laughing): Yes and no. Yes you managed to make your hand invisible, but I using my own powers can see the light warping around your hand.

Duke (a bit embarrassed): Yeah that's what I'm also seeing. Guess I shouldn't use this power against someone who can see more than the normal spectrum of visible light.

Danny: Probably.

Duke: Damn, why didn't I think about this? It could have helped me out on so many missions. Danny you're officially my favorite nephew.

Danny: I'm your only nephew.

Duke: Details-details. Let's hurry back to the cave, if we take too long Bruce will force us to right an extra long mission report.

Danny: Why are we even jumping roof to roof? Danny snaped his fingers. I have portals.

Duke: Good point, let's go. I'm hungry and Alfred should almost be done making lunch.

Danny: Hear, hear!

(Master Post)

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #danny phantom #ghost king phantom #ghost king danny #duke thomas #signal #bruce wayne #batman #alfred pennyworth

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saudianna · 2 days ago

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something including charles 🤤

somno perchance (either recieving)

pls and ty!

-🌃 anon

OKAY I tried a lil bit different writing style im not sure if I like it because it feels a bit rushed but lmk 💔 anyways hope u enjoy sorry i haven’t been doing them at a fast paste there’s so many and it was my boyfriends and brothers birthday this week so ive been busy 😛 and I was supposed to post this yesterday but I fell asleep so um.. 😶

your and charles’ relationship was... rocky, when it came to sex—schedules all so tightly packed, with you as a model, at photoshoots during the week, and him—as a driver... completely busy from almost every thursday to sunday. and even then, most of the time with driving this fucking tractor of a car, he was pissed for at least a day after races... leaving barely any time for compassion and alone time, with one or the other always out or sleeping.

so you concluded the best thing to do was... fuck whenever you could. sure, this included sleeping the majority of the time. i mean, you both agreed there was nothing hotter than seeing the other drowsily wake up to someone pounding into them or riding them into oblivion.

and this happened often.

but the first time?

him coming home after practice... to see you all spread out on the bed, duvet covering one leg... rest of you exposed—for him.

even after talking about it, you guys hadn’t really done anything yet. but he knew today was the day.

“shit... so pretty,” he whispered, to himself mostly.

he undid his clothes, flopping the duvet over your legs and onto the other side of the bed so he could pull your hips towards him, kissing down your legs.

you moved a little, but he knew it wasn’t enough to wake you up just yet...

so he shimmied your pretty blue shorts down your thighs... throwing them across the room, making direct eye contact with your somehow already dripping cunt.

oh my god. had you touched yourself while he was out?

the dirty slut, he thought—no undies and playing with herself without me?

so he spread your thighs, your torso shifting uncomfortably in your sleep.

pulling down his boxers, his cock sprang out, hitting his stomach—flushed tip and pre already dripping down, veins popping.

he rubbed his tip up and down your folds... catching it on your hole, pushing in slightly and throwing his head back, so fucking turned on about the fact you were completely oblivious to the fact that he was fucking you right now.

your body twitched, instinctively responding to the stretch. a soft sound left your lips, half-asleep, half-sigh—and it only encouraged him more.

he gripped your hips tighter, exhaling shakily as he pushed in the rest of the way. you were soaked, clenching around him already, body welcoming him even in sleep. it was too much. too good.

“you’re such a good girl,” he whispered, brushing a kiss against your neck. “letting me use you like this. you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

your breathing hitched. you weren’t fully asleep anymore—hovering at the edge, the soft push and pull of his thrusts slowly dragging you awake.

but you didn’t move. didn’t open your eyes. just laid there, like the perfect toy you’d agreed to be, the slight arch in your back and parted lips making his head spin.

“still pretending?” he murmured, voice dark with affection. he leaned down, mouth ghosting over your ear as he rolled his hips deeper. “or are you just that good at staying still while i fuck you senseless?”

a shaky moan slipped from you—soft, involuntary. he chuckled, low and warm against your neck.

“there you are.”

his hand slid to your throat, thumb grazing your jaw as he picked up the pace, hips slapping into the curve of your ass. the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, your body jolting ever so slightly with every thrust.

you were awake now. very much awake. but you didn’t stop him—you wouldn’t dream of it. this was what you both wanted.

“look at you,” he groaned, watching your brows twitch, your lips part in a desperate gasp. “even in your sleep, this pussy knows who it belongs to.”

charles gritted his teeth as your body clenched around him again, wet and warm and utterly irresistible. every slow pull of his cock from your tight heat only made him sink back in harder, deeper—like he was trying to bury every ounce of frustration, every long day, inside you.

his hand slid under your thigh, lifting it slightly to open you wider for him, giving him the perfect view of where he disappeared inside you again and again.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he hissed, voice raw, reverent. “sleeping like this, legs open, this little cunt soaked for me.”

you let out a whimper then, barely audible—your first real sound, and it made his cock twitch deep inside you.

he paused for half a second, smirking darkly.

“you awake now, baby?”

no answer. just a little shift of your hips, pushing back onto him.

he laughed under his breath, leaning down to press his chest to your back, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his pace picked up.

“still pretending?” he whispered, almost mockingly. “good girl.”

one hand slid under your stomach, fingers expertly finding your clit—rubbing slow, teasing circles that made your thighs tremble. you still didn’t speak, didn’t open your eyes. but your mouth parted in a soft gasp, and he felt it—the way you tightened around him, the way your breathing changed.

“you’re close already?” he murmured, cock driving deeper into your soaked cunt. “you were waiting for this, weren’t you? for me to come home and fuck you like a doll.”

he pinched your clit lightly, your hips jerking in his hold.

“you like being used like this. like you’re just here for me to fuck whenever i need.”

and god, did he need it. his body pressed flush against yours, hand still working your clit while his thrusts grew rougher, messier—the slap of skin loud now, the wet sounds between your thighs absolutely obscene.

“gonna come inside you,” he groaned against your throat. “fill you up while you lie here all quiet and good for me. wake up dripping, yeah? that what you want?”

you let out a strangled little sound then—part moan, part whine—and he knew you were right on the edge.

“come for me,” he growled. “right now. let me feel you.”

you shattered around him, legs shaking, walls pulsing so hard around his cock that he couldn’t hold it back anymore. with a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself in you, hips stuttering as he spilled inside, hot and thick and endless.

he stayed there for a long moment, chest rising and falling, forehead resting against your shoulder. the room was quiet except for the sound of your shared breathing.

then—

“so... still asleep?” he asked, grinning into your skin.

you finally cracked one eye open, lips twitching.

“i was doing so well,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “you ruined it.”

he chuckled, kissing your cheek softly.

“couldn’t help it. you looked too fucking good.

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A helping hand

Content: smut, Tenna x Reader, masturbation, wireplay, gender neutral reader, No use of y/n, you jerk Tenna off, Author does not own a CRT and does not know how they work IRL, Boss/Employee Relationship, Tenna is Insecure, Praise Kink, This TV man has me on a chokehold, Reader Is Not Kris, Spamton mentioned briefly, hurt/comfort if you squint, Size Kink, Tenna is huge what can I say ,Porn With Plot, Reader is a darkner, dear and darling as petnames

Synopsis: You and Tenna have been colleagues for some years now. You work backstage, but also take care of Tenna's health and check-ups. During one of his programs, he starts glitching, and although he seems hesitant, you decide to run a medical examination to see what is happening to him. Turns out, he has been keeping some secrets from you: Touching his wires actually turns him on a lot.

Word count: 7371

Cross-posted on AO3

Mr. "Ant" Tenna's TV Time was the only thing left keeping him sane. As less and less watchers turned his gaze at him, Tenna went from a bubbly host that loved to please his public to a desperate man, hanging on to the last of his viewers. He thought that, if he kept making programs, if he kept the show going, the family would turn their eyes upon his screen once again. He thought of them his saviour - one that could make the Dreemurrs come back together, all of them, to have a good time. Sadly for him, this had not happened in several years.

You had started working there when the Dreemurrs were still around. It was nice seeing the children play, as well as hang around in front of the TV. You remember Asriel's and Kris' conversations, their worries, and how they joked around. You remember the girls that came to visit sometimes, Noelle and Dess, and their family as well. Tenna always looked happy when the Holidays came around.

Perhaps he did not realise it at first — or did not want to. One of them, the older one, she stopped coming altogether. Little by little, the Holidays stopped visiting, and the Dreemurrs' relationship turned… sour. Fights broke out pretty frequently, for seemingly small reasons. Few times did Mr. Dreemurr stop to watch television now, often staying at work until well into the night. Toriel, however, did stay in front of the television screen, waiting for him, or trying to forget her problems.

During those times, you saw Tenna become… antsy, for a lack of a better word. His antennae twitched nervously, his usual, cheery smile seemed forced often. His mood-swings became even worse, and sometimes, when you passed his dressing room, you could hear the sobbing between the static noise that came from inside. You knew this was eating him alive, but you kept the hope, just as he did, that you would not be abandoned.

How wrong you were.

"And you cannot BELIEVE what he said to me!" You were listening to Elnina rant about his beloved. The Weather always sticks together, it seemed. Ever since those two began dating — and you cannot even remember a time when they were not — they seemed to be joined at the hip. Both invited you for a cup of something, and you accepted, even if it meant having to hear the two fawning over the other. It was, in a sense, sort of cute.

For years now, no watchers turned their eyes to you all. The dust had even accumulated in the corners outside of the studio. Many of the workers decided to relax a bit and live a calmer life. It was less exciting, and a bit lonely at times, but it was part of the lightners' nature to move on. At least you acted more or less like a big family in the studio.

"Goood MORNING everyone!" Mr. Tenna's booming voice made his appearance, just as he burst through the door. "Are you ready for another great day? Of course you are, of course you are!"

Most of you had learnt to adapt to the new circumstances in your lives. Mr. Tenna, however, did not. It was fair to say that the situation only made his insecurities worse, and those were pretty apparent, no matter how much he tried to hide them. Or perhaps you had just learnt to read him very well over the years.

"Well, well, well! Some of my best employees all hanging out together! Oh geez, I HOPE you're not planning to take over today's program! It's going to be a blast, you will see! Literally, even" Tenna approached the three of you, a wide smile on his face. He was positively beaming, so he probably came up with a new idea that he liked for today's show. It put a small smile on your face as well.

"Oh Mr. Tenna! We were just having some tea over here. Oh, and I was telling this VERY funny story of when Lanino told ME he wanted to get married! While he was asleep! Can you believe it?" Elnina was one of the few people that could match Tenna's energy. "Oh he was SO embarrassed when he woke up, I swear! I could almost melt when I saw his face go all red"

"Elnina, you're going to make me blush again. But how could I not think about marrying you even in my dreams? I just wish to be with you, even when I am asleep!"

The weather always sticks together. Listening to them was at least a bit less uncomfortable having Tenna around, because at least you had each other to feel like the third and fourth wheels in the situation.

"Well isn't that just adorable? The public would love such a story like that as well! And as much as I would love to hear it fully and with all the details possible, I am afraid there is no such time for that!" Tenna clapped his hands. He probably did not want to listen to the whole story. You could not blame him. "It is time to get ready! Come on, come on, we're going live in TEN minutes! I need you all to be ready!"

That was your cue to stop lazying around and get to work. Elnina and Lanino would have to get ready. You were lucky to work 'backstage', helping with the lights and any problems that may arise. After finishing your cup, you said your goodbyes and skedaddled to where you were needed.

Lights. Camera. Action. The new program began to roll. You got to give it to Tenna — It was surprising! Quite a 'blast', literally. One of those physical challenges of him involved cannons. One of the poor Shadow Guys got launched from them. As much fascination you felt for the show… well, you couldn't help but to pity him a little bit.

"And now my DEAR AUDIENCE! Are you ready for the next—"

You heard the glitch in his voice, and immediately perked up. His screen had gone dark for some seconds. Completely black, no light, and he got frozen in place.

"— it's going to be UNBELIEVABLE, let me tell you! Mike, prepare the scene! It's time for our wonderful actors to show us everything they've got!"

It was momentary, and although Tenna acted like everything was more than fine, his screen's light was still somewhat dimmer than usual. You could tell from the way he glimpsed at your direction that something was wrong, and he was worried.

Your brow furrowed. His antennae twitched. You saw him gulp, and swore that could even see him sweat, even if that was not possible. What had happened…? It was best to keep a close watch on him. You were ready to call the program off if it happened again.

Indeed, that ended being not the only worrying thing to happen. At moments, Tenna's screen became a tad bit too bright from its usual. His voice also stuttered from time to time, a bit static-y. It did not look too bad… but still, you could not help but to worry, and by the way he gesticulated to hide the shaking of his hands, he was not entirely reassured that those were minor glitches. He somehow managed to hide them well, the darkners in the public did not seem to notice a thing. Thus, Tenna was able to successfully finish his newest performance.

As the workers began to tidy up the scenario, you decided to approach the host himself.

"Mr. Tenna?" You called out from behind his back. This caused him to give a small jump, and then turned to look at you. For just a flash of a second, you swore you could see some static on his face.

"Ah! Well, if it isn't one of my best employees! How did you like the show today? Was it amazing? Great? I am sure of it! Did you hear how the public went absolutely wild?"

This was typical of Tenna. He only had two ways of coping when something went wrong: Lashing out at people, or pretending everything was fine. Somehow, the moments where he lashed out at you were few and far between.

"Yes, it was indeed a very good performance, congratulations" his smile seemed to grow even wider at those words, his antennae bobbing up and down a bit. "However, I would like to talk about what happened"

"Oh? Well I have no idea what you meant! I hope it's not because I launched that Shadow Guy out of the cannon. He is okay! Just a bit of dust and powder on him, don't worry, not a bone was broken! (I do not think they even have those!). Anyways, he knew what he signed up for! I can swear he even liked it the weir—"

"That's not what I was talking about" you cut him off, and this seemed to make him tense up. "I meant—"

"Oh, oh, you did not like the show? Come on, I know you LOVE reruns, dearest! But sometimes we have to experiment a little! You know, out with the old, in with the— I mean, not really! The OLD THINGS are as great as they were once, aren't they?" He was picking up the pace while speaking. " And people LOVE our old shows and performances! But isn't it amazing? By giving them something new they will appreciate it even more when the oldies come back! I do not know why you're so focused on this show, really, everyone loved it, didn't you hear them clap? Besides, it was a great idea, I always have great ideas, dearest! I've been acting and hosting these shows for many more years than you can imagine! I know, I know you were there too but hear me out I think you're forgetting that—"

"Mr. Tenna." You took his hand on yours, and he shut up immediately. His screen became, once again, a bit brighter. You could swear that you saw the faintest tint of pink on it as well. "It's okay, your performance was great, the show was great, but you know that is not what I am talking about"

The man audibly gulped. He took a deep breath, and once again tried to laugh it off.

"Oh, you know, it was just a small glitch, nothing to worry about! It's not like it's going to happen again, you know? You saw it, everything is under control!"

"Tenna."

"Y…you're just overreacting, I am as good as new, I swear! I…" he paused, and stayed silent for some seconds. "I… y…you think it's… bad?"

His voice dropped, sounding much more soft. You knew that tone of voice, and if you were not careful, he could burst into tears at any moment.

"I think it's worth checking. You've got any free time? I can get you checked up right now, and when we find the source of the issues… well, you won't have to worry anymore." As his hand was in yours still, you gave it a light squeeze, and offered the poor man a reassuring smile.

"I… I am free, yes and… and… you're right! Well, of course you are. You're always taking care of my health as much as you can, aren't you? I could not ask for someone better to fix whatever is going on."

The fact that he was constantly praising you even if you did nothing got a bit annoying sometimes. However, instead of telling him to drop the act, you decided to take advantage of how agreeable he seemed to be. It had been at least a year since his last check up, as he tried to avoid them like a tasque avoids water.

You ended up in his dressing room, door closed so no one could bother the both of you. Tenna had taken off his jacket and shirt, and was sitting on a chair. Due to his huge size, you had to sit on his lap to reach the panel located on his chest comfortably. It was a bit of an awkward position, but over the years, you both had learnt that this was the most efficient: your legs would not end up hurting from standing for far too long, and his back and knees would not ache from being in weird positions.

"I am just going to see if any of your cables are misplaced, okay? I'll try to be quick."

"Oh— uh, yes, yes, of course! Don't worry, just… just, uhm… be gentle, okay? (my wires are a bit sensitive…)"

"I know" you replied. "Just stay still for me, okay?"

The man held his breath, and his whole body tensed the moment your fingers moved one the wires inside his chest. His antennae shot up, and his face once again took that pink-ish hue. It was weird, as you were sure this wire had nothing to do with changing the hue of his screen.

"O—Oh ohhoh, uhm, be careful there, sweetheart! It, uhm, it is a bit… ticklish, as you k-know…"

"Yes, sorry, I will be careful"

Tenna gasped the moment you touched his wires again. He seemed to squirm under you. For someone so good at acting, he was pretty bad at hiding how sensitive his wires were.

"You're doing so good, Tenna." You murmured, not thinking much about what you were saying, too focused with the mess of tangled cables inside him.

"I… I am?" His voice sounded strained, somehow, as if he had been holding his breath.

"You are doing amazing, just a bit more, okay?"

"N…nngh— y…yes"

You stopped the moment that noise left his mouth. That… was the first time he made any noise like that. Was he in pain? This time you looked at his face, and put your hand on the side of it

"Goodness, Tenna, you're hot"

"O-oh, uhm, thank you? Y…yes, I… of course I am"

"I meant— you're overheating. Do you feel okay?"

"Ah!" He let out an awkward laugh. "N…Never better! Yes, of… of course. I, uh, darling, I might need a bit of a rest, though…?"

You nodded, and yet, your hand went in his chest cavity again.

"Just give me a moment, and I will let you rest. Will you be good for me?"

"Y…you sure? I… I mean, yes! Of course, I… I will, I will be… good"

You could hear the static in his voice. This time you were trying to go faster, so, unfortunately for the host of the program, you also became a bit less gentle while moving his wires and seeing that they were correctly plugged in.

"N-mgh… w-wait, I…"

One of Tenna's gloved hands came to rest on your hip. He squirmed once again. As your hyperfocus on him was broken, you now realised that he was…

Panting?

Your movements became slower, as you watched his every reaction. Every time your fingers brushed one of his wires, he shuddered. Tugging softly on one of them had him letting… was that a moan? It… it couldn't be.

After so many years, the realisation dawned up on you. Tenna had 'sensitive' wires, touching his insides was very, very intimate, and he…

He got aroused by the contact, you were pretty sure now.

"…Tenna?"

"N-nhgh?"

"Are you… getting turned on by this?"

"Goodness! H-how could you even think… that… I…?"

He fell silent, slowly. Your own face was burning as well. After all these years, you finally understood why he usually tried to get away from check-ups with you. It must be awkward, just as it was now. Especially as it was now, with you sitting on his lap while tinkering with something that was very clearly erogenous in him.

You wished to throw yourself into a pile of dust and be consumed by it. Reject your nature as a darkner, and instead, become a dust bunny, just to escape the shame.

"I… I did not want to make you uncomfortable" He said, avoiding your gaze completely. "T…the first times you came to check up on me you were so… so eager to help! And so, so nice to me and so… cute, really, I couldn't bring myself to tell you, that, well… my wires are a bit special." He finally admitted.

Your hand retracted from his chest cavity, and instead you rested it just below it. You never bothered to check his reactions, or… ask, really. You were just doing your job, and you were more than happy to help Tenna with it.

"It… it wasn't always like this, if you're wondering! I meant it years ago, I was just ticklish, but as time went on they became much more sensitive and, well, I did not want to be taking advantage of something you did not know, you know?"

His voice was much softer, from shame, from… fear, perhaps? Fear that you might leave him and not want to see him again. For some reason, the thought did not cross your mind.

"I just… did not want you to feel bad… goodness, I am a mess, aren't I? Of course I should have told you before, I… I am so sorry." As he kept talking, his screen kept getting darker and darker. "You're my employee, hell, my colleague!! We've been through so much together! And I have been a terrible boss and a terrible friend and now here I am overheating and glitching and just messing up everyth—"

A gasp escaped his lips the moment you tugged on one of his wires again. He looked at you, face now bright, mouth agape, completely perplexed. Your face might be burning, but you were going to use his own weakness for your advantage.

"Mr. Tenna" you said, choosing your words carefully "How long have you been having these problems?"

"M-My wires being sensitive? W-well, they always were a bit, but, over the last two years t-they've become much more, and the last few months? Almost unbearably so, I tried doing my own check-ups from time to time, but— nngh—"

You tugged a bit on another wire again, and that made him stop talking to let an embarrassed moan out. The times added up, it had been two years since Tenna had avoided his check-ups altogether. Before those two years, you just played a bit of 'cat and mouse' as you pursued him down the halls and he 'ran away', giggling as if it was all part of the show. You felt a bit of pity for the man. He had tried to check himself… but he was unable to as well? This looked like another symptom that you both should have noticed.

"What about overheating? Has it been happening more often?"

He hesitated before speaking, probably because your finger was still hooked on his sensitive wire.

"Y…Yes" the man admitted "A…at first I got very worried, the first times I felt myself overheating, and I tried to… to do a check up on myself but every time I seemed to make it…worse."

It was kind of funny to see how he stopped rambling during each reply, just to instead get to the point. You hoped you were not torturing him too much.

"I just want to check," You said, and he tensed again "am I… am I making you too uncomfortable? Just tell me if it is too much" this time, you let his wire go, he was free to speak as much as he wanted.

"Oh! Oh, well, I, I can't say it's completely comfortable, you know? But, uh, well, I mean, you're as uncomfortable as I am, I suppose! It's… It's not like I am going to die, it's just, well, it's not painful precisely, you know? Quite the contrary, but, uhm, I somehow still feel that I was taking a bit of advantage… well, at least until you started just freely tugging on them after learning how it made me feel. Now I am just, a bit confused if I can be honest? I…" There he was, rambling again, and he seemed to have noticed as well. "…I do not dislike it, if that is what you are asking. Like, I have my cutest employee sitting on my lap and touching some very delicate stuff. I am pretty sure you can get a pretty interesting X-Rated show out of something like this!"

That was Tenna's attempt at a joke, and you might have found it a tad bit funny, if not for the fact that you were still lingering on how he had called you 'cute' twice already. He was prone to praising and complimenting people, and it was not the first time he had called you that. However, the tone which he used in public, calling you 'cute' and pinching your cheek, was very different to how he said it now.

Your hands reached up, and you held his casing, deep in thought. Because of the position you both were in, your bodies were a bit closer now, as you stared where his eyes would be. He just stared back, a small, puzzled smile on his face, waiting for your next question, or trying to guess if you were displeased with the situation or not.

You went through an inner checklist of his symptoms. These could not be due to stress. Stress could play a factor in worsening them, but if you took his recently acquired higher sensitivity as a symptom, then it could not be due to stress. Everything you checked inside of him seemed to be working properly, no wires were misplaced, no strange sparks, no mouse biting at them. Apart from his mood-swings being a tad more frequent, his personality stayed the same, so no huge personality changes. His antennae and his body moved well and he responded quickly to stimuli, his colours seemed to be working… Nothing in your 'Tenna is actually dying for real right now' checklist was being ticked, apart from that moment where his screen went completely dark and he froze in place.

A stray thought crossed your mind, one that made you open your eyes wide, and that dusted your cheeks with colour. That… that couldn't be it, right? I mean, the symptoms and the way he was behaving made sense if it was the case. Tenna seemed to held his breath at your reaction, probably bracing for the worst.

"…Mr. Tenna? Would you be okay if I asked you some very, and I mean very personal questions?" Your voice was soft, careful. You couldn't believe you were going to ask your boss— your colleague— your friend, this.

"Well, it's not like we can get more personal than this now, can we? You've been tinkering inside of me for quite a while! Inside my chest, I mean, not… uhm… yes, you can ask"

You lowered your hands, and rested them on your legs. You could feel them sweating a bit, as you could not believe you were about to ask this.

"How long has it been since you last 'relieved' yourself?"

A very deeply uncomfortable silence fell between of you. It stayed like that for a few seconds, Tenna was probably waiting for you to say it was a joke, to change the question to something else. You were, however, very serious about that question.

"G…Goodness, dear! You, sitting on my lap, touching my body while I am shirtless and then asking that? What will the viewers think!" He let out an awkward laugh. "You are such a jokester sometimes, I swear! Did I ever tell you that you could make a great comedian if you start timing your jokes right?"

"There is no public here, and I am serious, Tenna."

His laugh died off, slowly. His screen was turning pink again, and he seemed to brace on for dear life to the arms of the chair.

"W-Well," he cleared his voice "not much, lately? You know I am a busy guy, dear, you know how much I work! It does not leave much time for free time, what is more, this should be my free time! I made a small and tight and quick slot in my schedule just so you could get me checked! I hope you know you are very important AND my health is as well and we should not waste time with—"

"And sex? I do not need to know with whom, just if you've been having… sexual intercourse?" You tried making it sound professional, and failed absolutely.

"Goodness, you're trying to kill me from embarrassment. You're trying to kill me and steal the spotlight." His antennae dropped, and he had to cover his face with his hand to hide how much he was blushing. You now very clearly identified that now-red hue of his screen as a blush. He would be sweating buckets, if he could sweat.

"You know that I appreciate you, and I would not be asking this if it wasn't absolutely necessary." After your words and a pause, you heard him sigh.

"I…I've been in kind of a 'drought' for… some years now? As, I, as I said, I am pretty busy, dear, and I do not usually have time to pursue those things, and it's not like I find many people in the company that attractive, and well, I am sure the one I find most would not be, uh, interested in…" his words died down as he looked at you, he was giving out too much information and the situation, the questions and the position were having quite the effect on him.

You would be curious and would ask who he found that attractive, if not for the feeling of something hardening and poking between your legs. Tenna's screen glitched momentarily. He looked like he could cry at any moment. You were pretty sure it was him who wanted to go become a dust bunny now.

"I… I am sorry, I am so sorry, I am a pervert, you… you just don't know what effect you have on me, dear, my god, I… this is deeply unprofessional. What kind of boss am I!? Having my dearest employee sitting on my lap and doing these things and… goodness, I am awful, I am an awful, perverted man, a-and you will leave and I will nev-ver see you again" he choked back a sob. His voice was becoming static-y again. You shushed him, holding onto the casing on the side of his screen again.

"Hey… I… I am not going anywhere, okay? Come on, Tenna… you know me better than that…" You had to reassure the poor man before he started full-on crying. At the same time, you felt like this was part your fault as well, as you had continued to tug on his wires even after he confessed.

Maybe, deep down, you were the perverted one that enjoyed seeing your boss become a mess under your delicate touches.

"I… you're not leaving, then…?" he sounded hopeful, and yet puzzled at the same time, as if he was testing your words.

"I am not, I… I think I know what is happening with you"

"Oh, oh, oh that is AMAZING! A diagnosis! I can't believe!" He now beamed with happiness, and you knew what was coming. "My life solved! My show saved! Oh, oh, I need to get a commemorative award for you for being the best employee ever! Get this WONDERFUL darkner an award MIK—"

You had to cover his mouth before he called for Mike. You did not know Mike personally, but somehow, you felt like Mike would be watching the moment he got called, and you were not ready for that situation yet.

"Tenna I… I think you're pent up." You could not believe your words, and to be honest, they almost sounded like a bad prank that you were trying to pull on your boss. "It makes sense, the overheating, the increased sensitivity, and worsening with stress. As you're overheating, it causes you to glitch, and the frustration is keeping you on edge"

He went silent once again for a few seconds.

"…Y… you're kidding, right, darling? Such an… easy answer? Where is the drama, the showmanship? Or, well, are you sure this is not some kind of X-Rated script I am completely unaware of? Where are the cameras…?" of course, he did not believe it. He probably felt a bit silly, knowing that the diagnosis was simply that he was horny and it was causing him to act up.

To be fair, you would have felt pretty silly as well if you went to the doctor and they simply told you to get laid to solve your problems.

"…Well," he started saying a bit after you took your hands away from his mouth, "I mean, I just need sex, right? Well, it, uh, shouldn't be too hard! I was a sex-symbol back in my prime, you know? Still am! (and besides, they DO say I age like fine wine)" he chuckled. You had never heard someone say that. "You know what they say! Hot DILFs are IN right now!"

You choked the moment he said that. You were pretty sure that he was, for one, not a father, and also that he did not have any idea what that word meant at all. That mailman he was around so much must have had been the one to teach him that word.

You were also pretty sure that it had been ages since he last flirted with someone, and he was probably set up for failure if he left with that tent in his pants, trying to pursue an evening full of passion. What you were about to propose was hard to believe, even for you.

"Or… I could… lend you a hand now"

Tenna almost short-circuited right then and there. He looked at you like you had said the wildest of things. It made you shrink back a bit, thinking that maybe it was not too good of an idea.

"I— are you— did— did you really— oh man, I, I uh— I do not know what to say— are you— like— I, uhm— I mean— I mean—" he started stuttering, his voice once again glitching just a bit. You could almost feel the heat steaming from his head. "I— like— are you serious— I mean— isn't this— just— I mean— a bit unprofessional?? I— I uh, I mean—"

"Y…you can also say no if—"

"NO!! No, that's not what I…" he interrupted you. "I, uh, I just… are… are you comfortable with that? Are you sure? Like, completely sure? 100% sure? 1000% sure? Are you sure there isn't a hidden camera anywhere?"

"I mean… Well, I know what you need now, and if you glitch out too badly I can react or see if there is another problem and…" You ran your finger along the edge of the opening in his chest and he sucked in a shaky breath. "I have been teasing you for a bit (even if at first I was not aware). I know what you like, Mr. Tenna" you heard him gulp again. "And I think if you leave this room like this everyone would notice your 'issue' now."

Those pants he usually wore left little to the imagination. They were usually pretty tight around his crotch, and although they seemed elastic… well, that only made the problem worse. Tenna was huge in size, and his shaft seemed to be proportionate to his height.

"B…but I will only touch you if you want, I understand if—"

"I do." He cut you off. His trembling hand came once again to rest on your hip, now tracing slow, gentle circles with his thumb. His voice was low, as if the both of you were sharing a secret. "I… I would love that, I think. No, I am sure. Are you sure?" He had to check again.

"Y…yes, I am sure as well." You nodded. "Can I touch you, then?"

"Yes…please" he murmured the last part.

Your eyes finally left his screen, and moved downwards to see the hardness that lay confined in his pants. A tentative hand reached out and pressed around it. Tenna let out a gasp. You wrapped your fingers on the fabric as best as you could, and as your hand started moving, the TV man let a shaky sigh leave his lips.

"A-ah darling… y…you're… you're quite bold, aren't you…?" he gasped once again, and his antennae trembled. "I… god, that feels good."

His words only served to encourage you further. As your hand moved quicker, you felt his grip on your hip tighten. Somehow, knowing that if he wanted to he could grab you like a doll only added to your excitement.

"Do you like this, Mr. Tenna?" Indeed, you were becoming emboldened by the situation. "Does it feel good?"

"Y…yes, yes it does, it feels very good, it— oh…nngh—"

He bit his lip, and you got the glimpse of a fang of his.

"C…can you please… please stop teasing me?" He pleaded "My… it's… well, the pants are starting to hurt a bit…"

"O-oh, yes, of course"

Even though these were a bit elastic, you could see how it would be painful to be encased in them. Aiding him, you let his erection spring free, and it almost hit his stomach. God, he was huge, and his dick now stood tall and proud between your legs.

"…E…everything okay, darling?" he coughed. You had been staring straight at his dick for a solid minute, and he was growing worried.

"Y…yes! Sorry!" You hurried to envelop his base with your hands, and he let out a drawn out moan as you did.

This was the point of no return, you thought. Your relationship had taken a huge leap, and through his arousal, you were sure he also knew that.

As your hands stroked his shaft, you couldn't help but to notice it felt… plastic-y. It should have been a given, as most of his body was made of wires, metal and plastic. Even though you were masturbating him, you were also marvelling a bit at discovering a new part of his body that you had never seen nor touched before. It felt a bit like silicon, hard, but still a bit squishy. You tested this by giving it a light squeeze with your hands.

Tenna let out a moan once again, he seemed to have liked that. A drop of pre-cum now adorned his tip. You gathered it and used it as lubricant to aid you in jerking him off.

"D-dear? Can I… nngh— oh, this is… that feels god yes— can I ask for…mh… for something?" At his words, you nodded. He seemed to ponder it a bit before asking, however. "C-can you… can you tell me I'm… good? Please?"

Such a small, tiny, puny request. You could have laughed at how predictable it was. Of course Tenna had to have a praise kink, it just made sense. If you told him no, he would probably beg for it. Seeing Tenna being so pathetic was… kind of cute, actually.

"You're being so good, Tenna" you cooed, and he seemed to relax immediately under your touch. "You're being so good for me"

Tenna was becoming a whimpering mess. It was simple praise, really, telling him that he was good. Just saying that was making him become putty in your hands, and he was not afraid to show you how much he liked it, letting sounds freely.

"You do such a good job each day… you make such great effort, so… you must be rewarded, right? For your hard work?" He nodded enthusiastically, and you felt him throb in your hands. You were starting to have lots of fun, knowing the effect you were having on this man. "You're such a good host, a great entertainer, everyone loves you, Mr. Tenna"

"Y…yes! Y—mghhh— y…yes?? You?? You do??" his screen had that red tint that you were starting to like so much. He was practically melting because of your words, and he seemed desperate to hear more.

"Of course I do, I love your show, your performances" His grip tightened a bit on you again, his fingers digging a bit on your skin. You moved a bit closer, and whispered: "I just love TV."

It was something a bit silly to say in the moment, and yet you could not believe the effect it had on him. He hissed in pleasure and even trembled. His dick was positively leaking now, aiding you in your job. You were starting to enjoy this far too much, and even smiled at the situation.

"Y—you— you don't…mmh— you don't know— oh god— what you're doing— to— to— MH!!"

A high pitched moan left his lips as you grabbed one of his wires again and pulled on it a bit. His body tensed and he bucked his hips, making you bounce on his lap. Your eyes went wide. You knew he was sensitive, but, hell, you did not expect that much of a reaction!

"P—-please, please, please, keee—p going— please—" Your boss begged. "—Again— please— do that— aggmmh—"

Such a sight, you could feel your mouth watering. Your efforts redoubled, one hand now masturbating him, while the other caressed and gently pulled at his wires. You were positive he was going to drool if you kept it up.

"So good, Tenna— so good! You're being so good, I cannot help but love the noises that you're making! Just a bit more, okay? You want to impress me, right? You're doing amazing, look at you, I just cannot stop looking"

Once again his hips bucked, and you bounced on his lap. This would fuel your fantasies later on, you were sure, and how you wished for a moment that you were not using your hands—

"D-deaa—ar? Darkl—ling? I— god mmmh— if you—kkeep—" he gasped for air "I—c—clos—e— plea—please!"

His words were a jumbled mess, but managed to get the message across. Both of your hands focused on stroking him now, so that only left one possibility to make him reach his most pleasurable climax. You closed in on him, and used your mouth to hold one of his wires and pull on it, feeling the small sparks on your tongue.

"aaAAA-aaAA—ANHH!! NNGH!! NNH—!"

Tenna's whole body tensed as he pulled you close, his cock erupting over your hands, his weirdly-static-y cum dripping over them, over his belly and your own legs. You kept stroking him during his orgasm, and he kept you locked in his arms as he came, his breathing ragged until he… stopped. Suddenly.

You released his wire, and noticed that his screen had completely blacked out.

"Ah hell! Tenna!" Panicking, you released his shaft, and were about to press the button to turn him on again when his screen lit up, and he gasped for air. For a moment there you almost thought you had killed him, either from pulling at that last wire so carelessly, or for having him cum too hard after such a long time.

"Whoah mama! That was! Whew!" He sounded exactly the same as always, cheery, albeit exhausted. His breathing was still ragged, but a smile was now decorating his face. "My god, darling! Who knew you had such skilled hands? And that last trick you pulled— using your teeth to grab at my wires? You really know how to tug at one's heartstrings! (literally)"

"A…are you okay? You completely blacked out there, I thought I…" you gulped. To be honest, it had scared you for a moment. It would have been awful if you had killed your boss. How would you even explain it?

"I am more than fine! I feel… I feel GREAT! Whew, it's like… it's like my body is all relaxed now, all… wow" He relaxed on the chair, although one of his hands was still resting on your lower back. "I… well, darling, I have no words to express my gratitude. I think you have exploded the fun-o-meter today!"

How could he be so silly, you would never understand. Nevertheless, his words and how casual he was brought a smile to your face.

"Although I… uh…" that pinkish hue seemed to have returned to his face yet again "I… I really made a mess, didn't I? I… It got everywhere, oh goodness, your clothes!"

Indeed, they had been stained, and they felt weirdly tingly, as well as your hands. You could feel your boss shrink a bit, probably from embarrassment, or because he felt guilty.

"Ah, don't worry, I will just go change and—" You tried to get up, but he prevented you from doing so.

"W…wait, you're leaving? I… Already? Can't you… Can't you stay a bit? (please?)" He pleaded, once again. You had been a bit careless, and knowing him… of course he would not want you to leave now.

"I… yes, I will stay, I am not leaving" You gave in. Getting the stains off your clothes was going to be awful later, but, well, you supposed it would be a bit rude to get up just now and leave him alone.

He hugged you tight once again, a smile beaming on his face. You felt his body cooling down, and were happy to notice that he did not burn to the touch anymore.

"Oh THANK YOU! I knew you were the best, dear, you ARE my best employee, after all!" He realised how weird that sounded just after saying it, so Tenna went on— "my best employee, and colleague, and friend! Of course, friend! E—even… something more? (perhaps?) And of course the cutest and most attractive with the best ideas and so, SO reliable and…"

"Tenna" You giggled a bit. He was back to his normal self, it seemed. You were relieved as well to see that this did not seem like just something that the two of you should forget. In fact, you found yourself pretty eager to, maybe, in the future, go further.

"Y…yes, I am rambling again. It's in my nature! My mind just goes too fast, darling" He nuzzled you, or tried to, as he rubbed his screen against your cheek. He then paused for a moment. "I… uh… if you want I can… return the…favour…?" he gave a sheepish smile, looking at you once again.

"Maybe another day" You replied. By the way his antennae dropped, you could tell he was a bit disappointed. "It has been a lot today, so I just… would like to relax now. I liked it, really. You're very attractive, Tenna"

That helped him stop sulking. Knowing that it was not just a one-time thing and that you were also willing to repeat what you did— maybe go even further, had him positively brightening.

"Let's just stay like this for a bit, okay? We'll move in a few." You said, as you wiped your hands on your clothes (they were already ruined, so). After that, you closed the compartment on his chest to hide his wires, and rested your head on it.

Tenna nodded, caressing your back with one of his hands. For once, he was able to enjoy the silence and peace around you. He had no doubts now— you had a special place inside his electronic heart, and he will do anything to make you aware of that. For now, however, he simply relished on the way your skin felt against his, how your body fit perfectly against his torso, and how warm and cozy you felt. Maybe it was you who he needed all along. Maybe life would not be so hard now, because he felt that as long as he saw that smile, he would never fade into obscurity. At least, for now.

#tenna x reader #deltarune fanfiction #x reader #smut #x you #reader insert #gender neutral reader #🌗 ✧ Insomnia's reveries

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accio-victuuri · 21 hours ago

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i am enjoying going through this tag on weibo #王八好好吃饭大赛# or turtle eating contest. it’s basically cpfs sharing cpn/candies/rumor. it’s a common expression among us that when there is a good cpn shared, comments will say something like : “i have eaten well.” so that’s where the tag comes from. i have to agree with the posts on this entry, it’s a paradise for cpn lovers.

i’m gonna share a few on here for everyone to have a good meal. i picked out more of the fake rumor kind of things, cause that is the majority and in shorter form that i can compile it. tho some did share proper cpn posts with explanations and all but i feel like i already have shared those here over the years. i can’t possibly put everything in that tag here, so i shared the web link for others to visit it too. ✌🏼

so anyway, enjoy! 🍚

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• When I graduated in 2021, my roommate went to Beijing for an internship, and their company took on an event and had contact with Bo. One day, she tagged me in a group of friends that she heard Bo send a voice message: Baobao, I'm going to work first, I'll call you after I finish (in a while)~ Then my roommates didn't believe it, because Bo was very cold on the surface, and then I dug out the behind-the-scenes footage: “Then you have to be nice to me~” and our group exploded.

• My friends, I brought it up again 😈 The original picture is from (2020) years ago, I can't stand it anymore - but I can't directly post the original picture of gzry sister, so I will just transcribe both pictures and relay them in text:

Wang Yibo is so bad. He was talking on the phone with Xiaozhan during dinner, and he deliberately turned on the speaker of his phone to play the game, and he was eating and teasing Xiaozhan.

Xiaozhan didn't know where he bumped into something, and he was still complaining to his husband on the phone when he was feeling uncomfortable. He was in a daze and had no idea that he turned on the speaker. Her voice was soft, and he spoke to Wang Yibo like a spoiled child: "It still hurts, it hurts so much"; Wang Yibo said: "I'll blow it for you", but Xiaozhan was still unhappy, and said directly: "Then you can't come..." His tone was even roundabout, and the rest of the staff who were eating lunch boxes at the table didn't dare to breathe.

This is exactly the daily complaints of gzry on both sides, hahaha [Too disgusting] [I really can't stand it] [Whoever wants this job can get it] [Ten thousand points of harm to single dogs]

FYI: for those who don’t know what GZRY means ⬇️

• W bought a new car some time ago. But X used this brand when he was working in Shanghai. The same car. It is not clear whether W bought the car for his wife.I'm going abroad to travel and temporarily give the car to my wife.

( basically saying that when WYB was away, XZ used his car for work. ya know. married behavior. also, it’s OP who used “wife”. I don’t see XZ as a wife. )

• Let me tell you an old story first. My best friend's friend (not a fan, just a good friend, but knows her best friend loves him very much) family is very powerful, living in the area where my IP is the highest level, just happened to be with that super famous host, everyone knows him, if Chong Er wants to release it, please help me to blur his name, otherwise this information is too directive, and you can tell who leaked it at a glance...

They are neighbors for many years, and the two families have a good relationship. One day, the host (this specific event should also be coded), invited this woman's family to a dinner party. This woman was curious because her best friend kept talking about it, so she couldn't help but ask the host if BoXiaowas really together, and then the host smiled, nodded to show affirmation, and said that their relationship was stable and they were living well now (2021 at that time). (I feel that the host probably thought she was a fan. At that time, because of the aftermath of the previous year, the situation was actually a bit subtle, at least not as good as it is now, so the host also specially comforted her and said not to worry, they are very happy now... Oh, I really feel bad for you again.)

• My good colleague told me that she had taken over a project and had a good relationship with one of the junior leaders of that project (they often worked together).

The project filmed an advertisement with Bobo. The young leader was standing not far from Bobo during the filming. He saw Bobo replying to WeChat messages, raised his phone, took a selfie and sent it to. The young leader saw that the WeChat note of the person Bobo was chatting with was Zhan Ge.

He said he knew something, but he signed an NDA. But he said, you can chase stars now.

• XZ makes cupcakes for WYB.

• My roommate's friend used to intern at a TV station and accompanied an artist (artist's name is sk) to record a program. My roommate asked her what was going on with Bo Jun Yi Xiao. The friend didn't support it, and replied very calmly, "Oh, no need to ask about them, it's true." Then the roommate asked her if Bo Jun Yi Xiao was a secret show. The friend said it was actually quite obvious, and everyone in the circle knew it.

• XZ cooks for WYB, and he shows it off among circle of friends. like the one below, it’s clearly for two people. caption is “do it yourself and live a comfortable life”

• XZ really likes WYB’s look in LOF. He often asked WYB to send videos when he is doing something on set and send it to him.

• I remembered another one. I was browsing Xiaohongshu and saw someone took a photo of a motorcycle on an elevated road in Beijing. Many people said it looked like Wang Yibo. I looked through the comments and there was a reply that said it was not Wang Yibo. Many people asked why you said it was not Wang Yibo. The blogger of that comment said that the license plate numbers of Wang Yibo's two motorcycles did not match. Then some people went to his homepage and found out that he was a CP fan (in fact, he just posted a human-shaped stand of cql). The person’s homepage looked very rich. Some people said that the sister was stupid and had a lot of money, but she still supported this kind of CP, which was obviously fake. The sister replied that she was sick. Who would support the CP of their colleagues? Bao Bao, think about it carefully.

Another one is a stalker I followed before who only had a few fans. His Weibo location was also in Beijing. He had previously sent a bouquet of flowers saying that it was received by XZ on Chinese Valentine's Day. Later I checked and found that the flower shop was less than 1 km away from Wang Yibo's home.

( the OP is implying that these fake accounts are yibo. especially the 2nd one. )

• Last year, I was in charge of operating their Weibo account ( company name redacted ) . My mentor once noticed that I was wearing the same short-sleeved shirt as Wang Yibo and asked me if I was his fan. I said that I was not only his fan... He immediately understood and said that what you like is quite accurate, and that he has a really special relationship with that person (XZ) . I got excited and asked him why he said that! He said that he only jumped to it in 2023, and had been there before. He also participated in the interview for The Untamed in 2019, and he even found a picture of him and Bo Xiao in the same frame and showed it to me. During the promotion of the drama, their colleagues discussed their relationship with each other. A male colleague who had been in the group before said that they had dated, but he didn’t know what happened afterwards.

• I'm here! Although it's not very direct information, I just want to talk about the semi-publicity of the two of them in the industry.

I used to work in the industry. Because I was in an art school, many of my classmates were in the industry. I first knew about them in 2019, which was relatively early. At that time, 9xue was on the hot search, and I clicked in to take a look, but I didn’t think that their relationship was bad, I just felt it was weird. We even discussed in the dormitory whether this was a good relationship or not, and finally concluded that they couldn’t be pure colleagues. After a while, my college roommate went to an internship at a production company. After a period of internship, he came back and suddenly said to me: My God, do you know who is real with whom? I said, are you crazy? She said it was the producer sister of their company who said it, and she directly said that they lived on the upper and lower floors (now I think it should be jmf) Then I was very curious because I really hadn’t seen a real gay in the domestic entertainment industry. I watched the materials all night and officially fell in love with it.

Later, I found a job in the industry. I can only say that if you reveal your fan status a little, someone will suddenly say to you in casual conversation: "Oh, you like him, hey, did you know that he and that person are really together?" "Did you know that they were really dating?" "Did you like them before you knew they were really together?" There are so many things like this.

• When Xiao Zhan was on the set of The Untamed, Wang Yibo brought out a box of self-heating hotpot to eat. Xiao Zhan was afraid of getting fat and didn't dare to eat it. Wang Yibo prepared a box and was ready to eat. At this time, Xiao Zhan took Wang Yibo's chopsticks and said he wanted to taste it. Wang Yibo asked Xiao Zhan if he was hungry and if he wanted him to get a box. Xiao Zhan said no, and then you and I ate half of Wang Yibo's box of self-heating hotpot... In the middle, Wang Yibo said that he would gain weight~ Xiao Zhan pretended not to hear it. At the end of the meal, Wang Yibo wanted to drink the soup. Xiao Zhan said don't drink it because it's too oily. In the end, the two of them ate it all.

( lol this one is funny 😂😂😂 )

• Aren’t there a lot of bugs in the crew? I like to play with bugs. One time, Bobo ran and said, “Take it away, take it away.”

XZ said to WYB as a joke: "If you say that, the little bug will also feel sad."

In fact, hus tone was obviously teasing, and WYB was stunned for a moment, thinking. Seeing that WYB was stunned, XZ quickly said to him, "Okay, let's let it go back. Do you want to say goodbye to him?"

Then WYB said: Goodbye (waved)

XZ smiled and said, "Don't you have anything to say to it?" WYB: "Then you better not come tomorrow."

( WYB is so cuteeee 🥹🥹🥹🥹 )

• My friend is doing postgraduate study at China University of Political Science and Law, and her classmate is doing internship at a small court. A few days ago, I found out that her brother and younger brother sued the same company together and used the same agent. Since it's not an online infringement case, I guess XZS and YBO won't issue a statement.

• They were all from Day Day Up in 2019. I had a sister who was an agent. She was familiar with gzry from Mango TV in 2019.

Then they said that the two of them were very sweet backstage, and the gzrys commented that it was filled with the sweet atmosphere of bringing a wife home. At that time, it was said that Wang Yibo twisted the bottle of mineral water for Xiao Zhan and handed it to him, and many people were cheering. Then it was said that after the rehearsal, Wang Yibo took Xiao Xiao for a ride on a small motorcycle. That motorcycle had only carried Han Ge before.

• My sister is an advertising employee. It should be in 2020, when her colleague was sending products, she found that Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan’s external delivery address was the same (they were not endorsements in the same period, and when sending to one person, they found that the address was duplicated and sent to another person)

• they have been playing tennis together in a club in Beijing. Also played badminton. It's not this year, it's the first half of last year.

sources: one and two

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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r3starttt · 24 hours ago

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VITAMINAS

SUMMARY: Abby taking care of you when you're sick

AN: I don't think I ever posted this but If I did pretend I didn't(???? I wrote this on the worst fever ever so ignore any horrible wording.

Imagine Abby coming home, her jacket smelling like your perfume as she puts it somewhere in the couch. Her shoes loud against the floor as she walks into the kitchen. She can hear your troubled breathing so she's quiet, using the loud rain from outside to quiet her steps here and there in the kitchen and the loud sound of the utensils she's using to cook you the most delicious chicken soup ever. She makes you a sweet tea and a not so delicious remedy with a hideous smell she already knows you're gonna pout about later.

She makes sure to put your medicine into one of those containers to separate the pills for day and hour just in case she needs to go out or can't work from home. Because oh yeah Abigail asked for a week of vacation the second you got sick and took you to the doctor Inmediatelly.

She takes some vitamins and puts them on a small napkin and takes everything to the room, quietly opening the door and leaving all on your night stand.

The bed is a mess, all pillows and blankets for you to use. Old worn clothes and socks everywhere in the bed and floor and tissues everywhere. The old medicine packages on her night stand.

She leaves the door open and leaves you sleeping as she goes for the rest of the manybthinfs she's prepared for you and hurries back as she hears your loud coughing. It's desperate, like you can't breathe.

And when she comes back she cuddles next to you, helping you sit and rubbing your back.

You're sweating and probably about to get fever again, and you can't breathe. Your eyes are teary and puffy from the kittle sleep you've gotten and the frustrated crying you let out last night, cuddling her and confessing how shitty you've felt for being so dependent on her these days, which saddened her because who had ever made her girl feel like a burden before when she was sick for her to think like that?

"Hey... deep breaths baby. You've got this." She murmured, her eyebrows slightly curved in pity. And you tried, you really tried to take a deep breath, but your throat felt too sore and achy and it always ended in a nonstop coughing that made you curve into a fetal position.

Your body was as sore as your throat. And you could barely talk before coughs would interfere.

Your voice was sore and huscky.

"My head hurts." You finally managed to say, barely audible. But Abby heard, touching your forehead just to make sure it wasn't another fever. "It's okay, 's probably just all the coughing and lack of sleep. Don't worry." She murmured. And noticed your discomfort at her words. She was trying her best to comfort you bit there' was only much she could do. "I can't give you anymore medicine. You know that."

And you sighed, turning your attention at all the things she brought for you. "Right. Wait." She kissed your forehead before turning to the opposite side of the bed, in front of you.

She dragged the chair from her desk and pulled it so she could sit in front ot you and the bed, next to the nightstand. "So... these are all the pills you have to take. I put the time too." She paused, holding a glass of water for you to take the pills. "Now... this is the tea you don't like." And just like she thought, you pouted.

She brushed your disheveled and tangled hair away from your sticky face, giving you a gentle smile. "Just take it. Then you sip this. It's sweet." She held the other cup of tea, one that was actually good. And you did, taking the first one in one sip that almost made you throw up again. And immediately you took the other one, a gentle sip that was more than enough to erase the old taste. "And... chicken soup, just like you like it." She held the bowl for you as you straightened yourself in the bed and pushed all the many pillows and blankets aside to properly eat.

"You're getting better." She murmured as if ti convince you. And you sighed. "I mean it. I think you should be better by this week." And you eyed her a little as you ate the soup.

You were mad and annoyed at the lack of sleep and the sore body and throat and the runny nose. The body pain and all the sweating. You felt dirty and dependent and useless and so so in pain.

And in a whole week it hadn't gotten better but worse.

"Thank you." You finally spoke, quiet and huscky. And Abby smiled because she didn't know how much she could miss your voice and your jokes and your laugh.

"When you are done with it you gotta take the vitamins." She held the napkin for you, a sheepish smile on her face. And you nodded.

"What do you wanna go when you get better?" Her tone soft and soothing as always. Like she was talking to a child, simply soft and tender.

You smiled at the thought of it. And she only smiled back, but god was she feeling relieved. She hadn't seen youbsmile since you got sick

"Dunno." You murmured, taking a sip from the soup.

Your breathing steady for once.

"Think about it, yeah?" She insisted, standing from the chair to press another kiss into your forehead and walking over the closet to take her shoes off and change her clothes into pajamas to spend the rest of the cloudy rainy day cuddling with you and taking care of you.

"Love you." She murmured, her arm wrapping around you as she covered herself with a thin blanket. And you looked back at her, smiling once again.

You could talk, but it wasn't needed.

She knew she was loved.

#A𝕽𝐂𝐇𝖎V𝕰 ( abby )#abby x reader #abby x you #abby x y/n #abby x masc!reader #abby fluff #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x black reader

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puriteenism · 3 days ago

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idk what to say abt this, as a poc fan. i believe that her statement is sincere, especially because of her attitudes to social issues now. shes grown eight whole years since then, and while that is not an excuse for the past, she most likely doesnt hold those opinions now. the people exposing her are not doing it out of any good faith. she was 19. thats old enough to know not to do that. keeping it hidden could be seen as her hiding it, but also could be seen as her moving on.

i always feel a bit iffy when white people try to "move on" from their past racist actions instead of at least addressing it a little bit, since its not really your issue to move on from and you have to at least reckon with the harm you caused. a lot of white people tend to see their teen edgy racist eras as harmless or at least not worth digging up, (not saying that shes doing that) but unpacking that and speaking about it is important and can do good. im not saying she has to make a statement like: "I WAS RACIST IN THE PAST" and get flayed in the town square, but talking about it and how she learned and grew from it could provide a good example for her (lets admit it) mostly white listenerbase, as well as being seen as "taking accountability". however choosing not dig it up with how the internet can be is also an understandable choice and i will not hate on her/be hugely disappointed in her for this.

the only other part of the statement worth mentioning (and barely that) is the missing poster promotional, and i can see that as an careless mistake. the rest is fearmongering puriteen slop and/or blatant prejudice wrapped in a social justice coat. the idea that she is "fetishising the female experience" or somehow a zoophile is almost laughably on the nose, the type of critique that my incredibly pentecostal mother would give her, a jk rowling special. damaging and will get spread around and blown out of proportion but bait so obvious you could catch a fish with it. one is blatant TERF rhetoric and the other (while still being terf rhetoric) is practically completely made up.

the incest/CSEM allegations to me are similarly stupid but need to be acknowledged more deeply since there are many who will fall for this.

hayden is allowed to sing about sensitive topics in her art. this includes incest. when she sings about incest she is not required to put a two minute disclaimer at the beginning saying "i understand that incest is wrong. this is a fictitious depiction which is not romanticising incest in any way shape or form". she is not required to intersperse the song lyrics with interruptions to explain how incest is wrong. needing the artist to concretely explain the taboos in their artwork and why you shoudlnt replicate them in the real world is child behaviour. saying that she is not allowed to sing abiut comicated topics because it may trigger someone is disingenuous, since if someone doesnt like something, they simply should not engage in it. some things arent for you, and thats ok. not every piece of art is going to be palatable to everyone, and thats just the way of the world. she is not a bad person for singing about incest, including incest as a topic in her songs. she is not a bad person, invalidating peoples trauma or actively advocating for incest when she does this. i feel like this should be obvious, but here we are.

the shirt (for context there is an image going around of her wearing a top saying "legalise incest) is a bit crude, but isnt the smoking gun people think it is. its just "edgy humor" and if you legitimacy think that it is an actual call to actually legalise incest, then i dont know what to say to you. it also didnt come out of a vacum, being a reaction to the stereotypes of her region and what people were calling her. she doesnt actually want incest legalised, and it isnt a piece of mass merchanise either. its just a shirt she made and posted. not the best, but definitely not a horrible evil bad thing. very obviously a joke.

the csem allegations are completely untrue and pedojacketing. the character was not a minor (19) and the idea that the character was "minor coded" is incredibly dumb. minor coding, in artstyle or personality, doesnt exist. these were also a way of processing her own trauma, and bringing them back up to paint her as a villain is a special kind of evil. also, again, she is allowed to have art that is sad/messed up/deals with hard topics. art is allowed to do that. she is allowed to post that art. you are in charge of your own internet experience, she isnt forcing you to see it. this is another way to paint her as a gross pervert.

as you can see we have 1 actual issue, one sort of issue, a bunch of lies a lot of puritanism and a ton of terf rhetoric! the drivers of this hate train have hoarded this information for ages just waiting for the right moment, which is incredibly messed up and shows they dont actually care, they just want to tear down hayden due to their own predjudice. the racism allegations have been adressed, and while i am not happy with finding this out, know that she was not a child when she said and did these things and wish she talked about this before this all happened, she has moved on. from what i have seen from her current politics, she seems progressive now. to say we should all ostracise her for being racist at nineteen when she is a very outspoken social rights activist now at 27 is probably not helpful. you can choose to not listen to her music or be angry about her racism, that is completely fine, but please do not back the people who made this tweet thread. they have lied, blown things out of proportion, their supporters have doxxed her, her family and are clearly operating from a place of prejudice and hatred.

#ethel cain #nvm i knew what to say #blackposting #long post #discourse #purity culture #hayden anhedönia #mothercain

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zarla-s · 1 day ago

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I'm not sure if you accept asks, but kinda wanted to share a fact that I found out recently.

With our modern technologies, it's no biggie to insert an image into text, and emoji is already a big part of the internet. However, back in 2000s, images often were too heavy for the technologies! And even if you manage to insert an image, with the text the whole thing might look just strange.

And here comes our hero — Wingdings(Not Gaster)! Created in 1990, Wingdings' main purpose never was to be a readable font, it was the early-internet easily accessible images. You need a thumbs up? Of course you can go ahead and bother yourself with inserting a heavy blurry image; orrr you can just change the font to Wingdings and get a high-resolution image with any size you want. (And that's also a reason why Tumblr reads some of the wingdings font as emojis :D)

Of course, now really a small amount of people uses Wingdings for it's original purpose, however it still remains in Windows OS by default (from 2014), and probably had a huge impact on the mainstream back in the day.

Oh yeah, it also leads us to another thing: since in Handplates Gaster was the one to create phone for Toriel and Asgore (as far as I remember??? damn my memory), I'm pretty sure he could use Wingdings as easy emojis for the early technologies :D

(Sorry for long post and poor grammar, got carried away for a bit XD)

Haven't done an ask cluster in ages, so let's get a few out of the way! Some Deltarune Chapter 3-4 spoilers ahead!

The main hurdle for images back in the 90s was the load-times - 28.8 modems were VERY slow, which is why a lot of old images tend to be on the smaller side. People used very tiny little things in their text back then, mostly game sprites or little pixel things like teacups, stars, hearts, little decorative things like that but all very small for loadtimes. Early precursors to the standard emoji! But yeah Wingdings was also meant to serve that purpose, haha. Even though embedding a font on a webpage was also tricky... so whenever people wanted to play tricks with Wingdings (look up the "NYC" thing) they'd usually tell each other to open up Wordpad and type it in there. Nothing back then was high resolution though lol, not with everyone using a CRT. |D But I'm just being pedantic, don't mind me.

I don't think Gaster would really like emojis or emoticons at all, it'd be kind of weird for him, haha. I can see Sans or Papyrus messing with them though, Sans just to tweak him. Alphys of course loves them.

Possibly? I don't have many thoughts about Friend right now cause I just don't think we have enough information. Pink/Yellow definitely keeps coming up, which is a motif I mostly associate with Spamton but could turn out to be indicative of a much broader thing. I still think Spamton was talking to the knight though. Love Spamton having cat connections lol. Part cat. Neko Spamton. Hang out with the cat Shadowguys.

I don't know if I like it exactly, there's a lot of stuff pointing to it but that doesn't nearly matter as much to me as where's Papyrus. Where is Papyrus. Sans is nothing to me without Papyrus. Where is he! Did he come with him if he hopped dimensions? They NEED to be together the skelebros MUST STAY TOGETHER. Papyrus doesn't even need to do anything, I just want to see him and maybe say hi. I just want to know he's okay. Where is he toby. I need to see him. plz.

I did do some Handplates/Deltarune type things a while ago! Just small things though.

deltarune... good

I HAD TO LOOK IT UP i wanted it to be Centiskorch but they're not in the right egg group lol

From what we saw of them in Chapter 4 it looks like the Addisons actually support each other rather happily and think of each other as friends (ha ha! i was right!!), but I do think Spamton felt really self-conscious about not being as successful as the others. He felt like he was the group's little faily mascot which really bothered him, and to be fair they did sometimes treat him like that (not maliciously or anything). I don't think he thought they'd leave him but he really wanted them to take him seriously and treat him like an equal. Maybe even impress them! He wanted to prove himself and fulfill his purpose which left him very vulnerable to the voice promising him the world in exchange for his proverbial soul.

I think that'd make it sting even worse that Spamton never thought the others would leave him, like never even expected it since he was in their AdBloc, so them ghosting him for his success instead of being happy for him would have been so confusing and so painful. He clearly still dwells on them a lot from how hard he projects onto Kris about them. They still think about him too. :< Really I wish they could all just get over themselves and talk to each other about what happened.

#asks and answers #lisaasila-stuff #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #spamton #handplates #[screaming in front of the skelebros house] PAPYYYYRUUUSSS

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zstartrixxx · 1 day ago

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had to share a headcannon / get your opinion..

How do you think, with as many of Jack's characters, would react to meeting their match? ( wit, skill, etc. )

I headcannon that depending on the character and thing, it could either be heaven or hell..here's a few of mine..

Patrick ( knowledge on medicine and human anatomy ) a mixture of fascination and spiraling at the thought of someone out doing him at the one thing he's decent / revolved his time and focus on.

Oliver ( wit ) a mixture of smugness and arrogance, he'd take it as a challenge to out wit each other and then possible make up sex to make you regret challenging him to a wit battle.

Roy ( gun skills ), pussy whipped to a T. Would enjoy it as it's great knowing you can defend yourself, plus it's leads to friendly competitions just to watch you gloat at beating him.

okay, i'm a bit obssessed with this so here is my contribution:

Patrick Sumner (Medical Knowledge & Anatomy):

Picture him watching from afar, cigar in mouth, taking mental notes as this near-idealized rival of his studies. He’d go above and beyond to prove his superiority—in sutures, prescriptions, who knows more—and revel in it, even in his own mind.

I agree with you! Watching someone surpass him in the one thing he’s dedicated himself to would send him into a crisis. It’d be his own personal hell—especially if the situation were highly specific, just him and this rival sharing the same role. I’m thinking post-canon (after India, even during or after the ship events). Patrick would take it as a challenge because he needs to feel useful… Even if he’s distant, analytical, and overly polished with patients, a "rival" would make him lose his bearings.

But if you’re the rival? The tone shifts. Imagine a scenario dripping with sexual tension: Patrick would show you just how skilled his hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue are. That he knows more than just theory—because practice is what matters. It’d turn into a sadistic little competition: Who can make the other climax first?

The prize? "Best Doctor in the Region."

Oliver Mellors (Wit & Banter):

Oliver would watch with smug amusement as you absorb everything you read. Shared reading sessions? He’d challenge you to memory games—"Read this chapter, then summarize it in detail"—and be aroused by a mind as sharp as his.

That’s what excites him most: people who are smarter than him and wield that intelligence like a weapon. Whether you’re throwing sharp critiques at the elite or being sarcastic with him, Mellors wouldn’t hesitate to turn even sex into a dirty game:

"I’ll fuck you while you recite that poem. Miss a line, and I stop." (Spoiler: You’ll be pushed to your limit.)

Chess matches with him are deadly serious, ending with one of you shouting "Checkmate!" and jumping into the other’s lap. Card games? Filled with double entendres. And even bedtime reading becomes foreplay—books tossed aside, arrogance melted away by kisses and rough, claiming sex.

Roy Goode (Gun Skills & Marksmanship):

He loves seeing the person he loves outshoot him. Target practice, quick draws, hunting—anything requiring aim, focus, and precision? He’s there, cheering you on.

In your case, Roy’s the type to hover behind you, giving "instructions" (you don’t need them) just to feel you roll your eyes. His rough drawl purrs in your ear: "Hit that bullseye, darlin’, and I’ll let ya ride my face." (Joke’s on him—you’ll ride him either way.)

Lion Kaminski (Physical Endurance & Athletics):

He’s endlessly impressed by your reflexes. After every friendly competition, he’ll grin and mutter: "Damn, woman—you don’t miss a single shot, do ya?"

As a (near) professional athlete, Lion lives for physical challenges. Who can hold a plank longer? Run faster? Climb higher? It’s all about adrenaline and pushing limits.

With you beside him, teasing him into uncomfortable boners mid-workout—"Bet you can’t last… unless I’m under you"—it becomes sweet torture. Morning runs turn into pinned-against-the-wall moments: "Fuck—how are you this flexible?"

In the end? Win-win.

Remmick (Hunting & Predatory Instincts):

He loves the hunt. And it’s 10x hotter with someone who matches his skill. Your shared hunts become a deadly dance: luring prey, cornering them, killing with grace… Though Remmick tends to get messy, blood splattering his coat.

You tease him: "If you stay clean tonight, Remmy, I’ll let you lick me everywhere." Suddenly, the feral vampire is on best behavior (until he’s not).

#remmick x reader #oliver mellors × reader #lion kaminski x reader #roy goode x reader #patrick sumner x reader #[★] zstartrixxx #[✮⋆˙─] zstartrixxx headcanons #[⛦] zstar anons&requests

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"Yes....that's what I was feeling. Blurry and this metallic taste in my mouth. So that's the side effects of the shots, eh? I guess...it was too good to be true." He sighed, some of his hope dying a little. "So...if I take too much of this thing I'll go blind?" Arthur asked, his voice clearly a bit stressed. "If I go blind I won't be able to shoot, and that's what I do for a living. How am I going to keep us alive if I go blind...?" He frowned a little, looking down. "If I knew, I would have taken less of this. But shit, did I even have a choice?" Coughing blood and lacking air also would have negative effects on his body. It seemed they would have to learn how to balance things. Too little medicine and TB would take over Arthur, but the more medicine he used, the more the side effects.

"Alright, let's hurry up then. The sooner we find those natives, the better." If they didn't have an answer, then at least Arthur could search a different scientist or doctor while he still had time.

The way they increase their pace though, after some minutes, Arthur was starting to pant, Cass was walking fast, and when they got to the store, he waited outside, taking deep breaths. He hadn't felt dizzy yet, but now he was. A bit far behind the store between some tall grass, he rested his weight against an old fence. The world was spinning a little, just a little, and keeping his balance was a bit off- it was then that when his stomach started to digest the food he had eaten that he felt the pain, as if his stomach was burning, and the nausea got strong very fast, he couldn't help but to vomit all he had eaten- it was a violent one, his stomach kept contracting until the last bit of food had been pushed out, the acid irritated his throat and he started to cough, and one cough seemed to call the other, and now it was the TB cough of his irritated lungs with the cough from the acid in his esophagus. And the more he coughed, more his wounds ached. Tears came from his eyes of how much painful it was.

He didn't cough blood, but he had vomited all the food.

Once it was over, he washed his mouth with water and chewed some mint to clean his teeth. At least he wasn't dizzy anymore, but his stomach felt inflammed. Was that a side effect too?

When Arthur got back to the store, Cole had already moved to the other one. He hurried up, trying to keep the pace, seeing his friend from afar, he followd him to the trading post. So many different items called his attention. "Cass, do you know what side effects this medication has?" He ripped off the wall another wanted poster of Cass, that ironically was right behind him.

"A cave? I...I'm not so sure if that will do me any good." He scratched his nape, worried since the doctor told him to avoid closed, humid places. "Well...the natives or some special doctor or crazy scientists seem to be the only hopes for me." He sighed. Having a terminal disease was...heavy. Specially now he had found a new purpose with Cass.

"You know...I was...okay about dying. My gang...my family is gone...the people I liked abandoned me- not saying they were wrong to do that but still...I ended up alone, I manage to escape and survive from a place that I thought it would be my grave. I was...ready to die, I was...fine with it, even if it was difficult. But now that....now that I met you...I don't wanna die anymore." He looked down, tensing his lips a little, his eyes a bit sad.

"I'm...I'm afraid. Again. I don't want to die, Cole. Much less be a burned to you." Arthur confessed. He wanted his future to be with Cass. He wanted to be part of his gang, he wanted to have a place to belong, to have a family again.

"Oh wait, I think it's...- just wait a minute." He walked to a bakery, by the wall, a wanted poster of Cassidy. He looked around and made sure to remove it. Looking at the poster, he saw the way they drew his friend. He looked so bigger and scary in the drawing, maybe a person wouldn't even recognize Cass, he had such a sweet gentle look when he wasn't angry.

Then suddenly, again, his sight got so blurry. Arthur rubbed his eyes, but this time, his eyesight didn't return to normal. He tensed, rubbed his eyes again, his right eye returned to normal, but his left one was still a bit blurry.

What the fuck was that? He wasn't tired, and he hadn't damaged his eyes or anything. He took the bottle of water he had in his bag to drink a little, but it felt so bitter. It was odd. His saliva also felt bitter. There was a weird metallic taste in his mouth. After rubbing his eyes again, his left eye finally returned to normal. But he felt a bit nauseated.

The food he had eaten was fresh and top quality- he really doubted it had been any of it. He also hadn't drank whiskey or anything strong. Odd.

He returned to Cass, passing him the folded poster.

"Look what I found. Huh...I'll make sure to remove these every time I see one."

#arthurmorganrp #cole cassidy

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knivestothroats · 2 days ago

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The Professionals: New Kid On The Block

The Professionals is a crossover of In The Woods Somewhere by me and Professional//Victim by @victimeyez This chapter picks up from Overdraft Fee, while Tommy is still going through withdrawals CW: captive whumpee, human trafficking, opioid withdrawals (minor), torture (past)

Fletcher knocked twice in warning before opening the door to Buck’s old bedroom. It had only been Buck’s bedroom for a few months, but now they had a hard time imagining it as anything else.

Today, however, it had a new occupant.

Tommy, or whatever name he would pick, jolted in bed when Fletcher entered, but the attempt was weak. He crumpled back down to his pillows immediately. The kid looked like hell; tangled hair stuck to the sweat slicked on his face, his eyes red, his skin sallow. Fletcher set a brown paper bag and a water bottle down on the nightstand, and Tommy eyed it like relief in the desert.

“Breakfast is in the doggy bag, eat what you can, when you can. I’m going out to pick up your meds.”

Tommy blinked drowsily, looking up at Fletcher before quickly dropping his gaze.

“Thank - thank you,” he croaked softly.

“Yeah, well, don’t thank me yet.” Fletcher drew handcuffs from their belt, dangling them in front of Tommy’s gaze. “I gotta make sure you stay put.”

Dread from the familiar sight made his stomach drop, but he swallowed it back and nodded in quick defeat. When Fletcher went to cuff his ankle to the bedpost, his skin felt hot to the touch. There was no resistance from Tommy when they clicked into place, just an anxious curling of his toes.

“There are others in the house,” Fletcher told him. “They will not help you. If you try anything, they’ll let me know, and I’ll reconsider these meds for you. Got it?”

Tommy had managed to collect the water bottle and held it to his chest, taking sips when he could.

“Got it.”

“Good. And if they try anything, you can let me know,” Fletcher added. “I told them to check on you occasionally but I shouldn’t be gone too long.”

“What - what do you mean, if they try anything?” Tommy asked.

Fletcher shrugged. “Like, if they mess with you, or whatever. I gotta get going.”

Fletcher turned and slipped out the door before Tommy could ask any follow up questions.

Tommy fell in and out of feverish sleep, too often to tell how much time had passed. Nothing felt real – opening his eyes to sunlight, laying in a real bed. It would be heaven if he didn’t feel like hell.

He came to, gasping, searching the room before he realised he was alone. Something had alerted him though - a person he vaguely recognized from the house slipped into his room only moments later.

They stood beside his bed, hands on their hips. They had a dark complexion and luscious black curls cropped just below the chin. They adjusted their round glasses around almond colored eyes and squinted at Tommy, retrieving their phone from their pocket.

“What are you doing here?”

Tommy pulled the covers up higher on his chest and sat up a bit more against his pillows. Barlowe tapped their foot impatiently, turning to look at their phone as they swiped around.

“I thought you looked familiar. Couldn’t place it for a second, but…” they held up their phone, looking between Tommy and their screen.

“Yeah. This you?” Barlowe turned the phone around to show Tommy, and his heart started to pound when he recognized the picture on it.

It was a capture from a livestream, where Tommy was bound on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. Smears of blood painted the floor underneath him, the broken glass he kneeled in glinting in the production lights. Tears tracked down his face, their flow interrupted by his wide smile.

Smile for the camera, baby, you live for this. Caius’s voice from that day, and many others, came unbidden to his mind.

Tommy froze, staring at himself on the screen. Any hope he had of starting fresh here was dashed away - they knew who he was. What he was.

“They stopped posting content with you,” Barlowe said. “Figured you died. Kinda crazy that you ended up here.”

“Um, yeah,” Tommy said weakly, hands gripping at the sheets. “Not dead yet.”

“Is Fletcher going to be doing these videos now?” Barlowe asked.

“I - I don’t know, I-”

“What’s with the scars?” Barlowe cut him off. “I thought you didn’t get scars; wasn’t that the whole thing?”

Before Tommy could answer, the door opened again and the other two trainees walked in. Billy, whom he’d met, and the woman he didn’t have a name for.

Barlowe slipped their phone into their pocket.

“Okay, so you’ve met Barlowe,” Billy said, gesturing to them. “You’ve met me. This is Caldera. What’s your name?”

They all watched him, waiting for a response. Tommy shrunk down under their collective gaze.

“I don’t… uh… I don’t know…” he said in a small voice.

Caldera raised her eyebrows.

“You don’t know your own name?”

“Well - well I - I don’t - F-Fletcher, um… I don’t know what they want to call me,” Tommy tried to explain.

“Well, what’s your name?” Billy prompted.

“Um… I used to be called Tommy. But - now… I’m not sure.”

“So, Fletcher, like, owns you now, or what?” Billy asked, folding his arms.

“Yes.” That part seemed simple to Tommy, at least. The twisted part of him – which seemed to be the majority of him, now – felt an odd comfort in knowing that he was owned by someone who wanted him. It was echoed by a more rational part grieving his freedom. Owned. Owned and used like an object.

“For what?” Caldera asked.

“Um,” Tommy shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t have the energy for all these questions right now. “They said, um, help a-around the house and with, um, training.”

They had also said “punching bag,” but he opted to leave that one out for now.

“Help with training?” Caldera scoffed, looking him over. “How are you going to help with training?”

“I don’t-”

“Did they, like, buy you?” Billy interrupted.

“Yes,” Tommy answered.

“From who?” Caldera asked.

Tommy thought for a moment of how to answer that and settled on simply saying, “Traffickers.”

“What’s with the collar?” Billy asked.

Tommy touched the metal around his neck gingerly.

“It’s ‘cause I’m owned, I guess,” Tommy said.

“Is it like a sex thing?” Billy asked.

Caldera rolled her eyes and Barlowe snickered.

Tommy shrugged. “I guess it is, for some people.”

“Is it a sex thing for Fletcher?” Billy pushed.

“No.”

The trainees spun around to see Fletcher in the doorway, looking unamused. They stepped into the room.

“If you’re not chained to the bed, get the fuck out,” they ordered in a flat tone.

The trainees made a vague motion of shuffling towards the door but continued to linger.

“What’s the deal with him?” Billy asked.

“He lives here now,” was Fletcher’s response.

“What for?” Barlowe prompted.

“Whatever I want.”

“Which is?”

“Right now it’s for the three of you to beat it,” Fletcher said.

Billy put his arms out.

“Can you at least tell us what we’re supposed to call him?”

Fletcher hesitated only a second before saying, “Be creative. Don’t make me tell you to leave a third time.”

The trainees finally took the hint and filed out, (Billy muttering under his breath, “Be less weird if it was a sex thing…”) leaving Tommy alone with Fletcher. They closed the door and turned back to Tommy, who shrank down under their gaze. Although he hadn’t really done anything, he still felt like he was in trouble.

“You playing nice with the other kids?” Fletcher asked.

“Um… I think so?” Tommy wasn’t sure how to respond.

Fletcher pulled a small orange bottle from their pocket and twisted off the lid. They tipped a pill into their palm.

“These should help. You get one in the morning and one at night.”

They passed the pill off to Tommy who took it eagerly, swallowing it down with a long gulp of water.

“Thank you,” he gasped. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, I need you to be in working condition,” Fletcher said. They returned the pill bottle to their own pocket. After fishing around a moment they produced a small key and unlocked Tommy’s ankle. “Get well soon. That’s an order.”

Tommy nestled back down into his bed after Fletcher left, hoping whatever they gave him would kick in soon. And that this meant the beginning of a better life for him, however that may be. He rolled onto his side, intent on watching the window until he couldn’t keep his eyelids open any longer. Hopefully a better life here, but… Fletcher had made it clear they would not be kind. With a tightness in his chest, he reminded himself of his necessary rule;

Don’t get your hopes up.

@suspicious-whumping-egg @whumpyourdamnpears @generic-whumperz @lonesome--hunter

@whumplr-reader @theelvishcowgirl @sunshiline-writes @dont-be-gentle-please @galesgallery

@2in1whump @sparrowsage @apokolyps @whumpinggrounds

@morning-star-whump @leviiio @alexmundaythrufriday

@defire @jumpywhumpywriter @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

@light-me-on-pyre @slightlydisturbedbeans @dislexiher @paperprinxe @desert-dyke

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @burtlederp @whatwasmyprevioususername @cursedandtired

@whump-only @misspelledwitch @redstainedsocks @thehopelessopus @im-just-here-for-the-whump

@thatsthewhump @utopian819 @pretty-face-breaker @thesuffererrrr @technicallydeliciousdeer

@notactuallyluska

#the professionals #original #writings

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prettyflyshyguy · 2 days ago

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I've been playing too much Fear & Hunger I got tunnel visioned and forgot that the season finale of Murderbot came out this morning.

Let's get this done with so I can get this blog back on track for being more ART and less BLOG (except when Alien Earth episodes start dropping.... I'll return to these large episode discussions inevitably)

I gotta get onto the backlog of art I'd like to draw that's sprung from this show. I forgot to say this last time but: you know the drill.

"Where are my clients?"

"Don't worry about it."

NOT AGAIN HEHEHEHE NOT AGAIN

LOVE that we're seeing the gang in their preferred/home made outfits, the fashion choices are so fun and it really helps add to their personality when we get to see them in smart casual/formalwear.

Love that although this show has a lot of very modern hologram sci-fi interfaces, it still has a lot of the more traditional physical interfaces too. Not everything has to be sleep holograms all the time, I think both is good and this show strikes a really nice balance between hardware being very hard (Gurathin and the need for a direct cable uplink) and also so many things still being hologram based. Buttons and chunky devices and cables and handhelds, but also, soft screens and holographic interfaces that come and go connected to those chunky hardware bases with tactile buttons.

I'd need to re-watch Alien: Covenant but I remember feeling like it went too futuristic scifi (holographs galore) and lost the original aesthetic of the retro-scifi that Alien is defined by. Now I'm always going to love that, it's ingrained in me, but I think this show has more of a fresh take on the visuals that I've really appreciated.

At this point they're just getting AS to be a showoff. "got any neat but useless skills"

"Yeah guys check this out!"

Jokes aside - once again it's using colours in a really fun and specific way and I love that so much of the corporate aligned entities (people, uniforms, technology, locations) ends up being very limited in colour schemes and so specifically coded and associated to those assigned colours.

This entire scene was fantastic and I think it does a great job at highlighting once again how differently the CorpRim operates compared to PresAll - even just down to the majority of the Corp Reps sitting down (bar the Leader) so when Gurathin sit's down and so quietly murmers "we'll buy it" it's this timid but bold display of recognition that business is what they'll listen to. Business is what they understand, and just sitting down at the table potentially opens up that a communication that may be listened to more. It's a really subtle thing but the fact that he makes the move to sit down at the table first I think is very specific.

To then have the Corp Leader join him in sitting down - with recognition of the deal being presented, it's delightful. It's so uncomfortable but such a fun detail. It seems to insignificant on the surface but just the act of sitting at the table carries so much weight in this one moment. In an awfull, nasty and horribble way given the weight of capitalism bearing down on everyone and how painfull it is to have to 'play by their rules' (the corporations).

GOOD COLOURS. GOOD SET DESIGN.

Love how much this little clip of "the station" feels like public transport in australia. Like the big concrete slab walls with vending machines and big screens and arrows pointing places. These guys are authorised officers. If you're a vic resident you'll get that joke. (sorry international followers, I usually like to explain this sort of thing but it'll be a bit too long winded for this post)

UGH the decor. The wood! I don't know enough about furniture/interior design to clock what styles this is referential to or drawn from but I love how much this living space feels like it's a blend of so many things from both oldschool sci-fi series (it makes me think of the round table food scene from Alien, and various common room living spaces from other classic scifi like Star Trek) and modern architecture and design, but the use of WOOD in particular gives it a historical traditional feeling too. Combined with the concrete and the set in LED lights and it's such a wonderfull blend and contrast. Delightfull take on sci-fi architecture that as the cast and crew have said: might be in this world's future, might be in a galaxy far, far away. Who knows.

No but like: why does this look like it was filmed inside Melbourne RMIT???? I'm deadly serious.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUGHHHHHHHH that was a good line. "Then I became more of a customer." just the absolute clarify of the threat. It's always fun when you get a scene where someone's kid or family member suddenly appears and everyone has to pretend they live normal lives to protect the sanctity and the innocence. But no, Gurathin straight up said "I will tell your kid you sold me drugs."

And I love that for him. Just the complete "You had a hand in almost ruining my life. Now I have that power." it's a see saw and it's swung violently up in his favor.

Then the justification. "I thought you could handle it."

I love when a character gets to have a "remember me :) I've changed :) I'm not fucking playing now :)" moment. Especially when we've only known them in the Now, so this gives an interesting glimpse into a past life we're only privy to thanks to inferred information and a handful of comments and small conversations.

GURATHIN I DON'T KNOW IF YOUR BRAIN CAN STORE THE ENTIRETY OF THE RISE AND FALL OF SANCTUARY MOON IT'S A VERY LARGE SERIES

There are some HEFTY implications to this. I mean I'm not just talking about Gurathin - because importing the entire data backlog and effectively personality of a SecUnit is leaving me with questions I'm not sure I want answered - but how will this irreparably change him? How will this irreparably impact MB?

This is also bringing up questions the critically acclaimed videogame SOMA explored with regards to the concept of copies of oneself. I kind of doubt the show will touch on this, and it'll probably be kept fairly straightfoward as the main concepts this show is deep diving are a bit different. But we could have two cakes. Who knows.

Maybe I should just wait and see lol

What in the bold villain medieval torture device is this LMAO

Hi everybody it's me. I'm going to be irreparably emotionally impacted by the choices I made today. I have obtained immense psychic damage.

Bro's just like me on day 1 of AVCON when I threw up on the lawn outside our air bnb

Ok not to be a real weirdo about this but - is Gurathin drinking water out of that cup instead of wine :))))))))))) that'd be real neat if he was

:')

And nice to see it being a subtle thing and not something anyone's brought attention to either.

GOD.

STOP THAT.

Ok we got the "it walks around disguised as a human" but not really in the way that I wanted and I'm devastated. I'm gutwrenched.

I think the ending of it leaving is incredibly poetic and important. But I'm going to be really sad I know it because although I'm sure I'll enjoy season 2, there's things I really wanted to see explored with PresAux and MB after this resolution of sorts that I fear will never be touched on. Alas, do I have to write fic? I fear I will.

It was a damn good ending - in a really fun way it sort of reinforces one of my theories from episode 1 where it was nervous wearing clothes and hesitated and freaked out at being offered a spot in the habitat - because in the moment I interpreted it as being terrified and nervous because part of it deep down wanted to be treated like a person, but it wasn't the right time or moment and for a second it thought about it before leaving. It hesitated. The opportunity presented and it terrified it because it didn't know how to take it and it wished it could in a way, but in a way that people understood it. And now finally it has that chance but on it's own terms. So many times it's been treated almost like a child and not been giving the breathing room, but now it has that chance to discover itself truly. I find this very relatable once again.

Good ending, strong ending, sad is good and important, but I will dearly miss the dynamics and personalities and potential of the PresAux crew if we do leave them behind for the most part for the rest of the series.

I really hope they still play a large part of the show - I want to see them grow as people as much as I want to see where MB ends up.

And yeah if uhhhhhhhh I think I'm going to explode if they don't do anything with "hey you gotta pretend to be a person. Stop standing so stiff. You need to smile. No not like that. Quick put this outfit on so it'll diguise your literal arm cannons." I'll fucking write it myself I'm so frustrated. I need to see them all go on some fucked up heist. Please.

Do you see my vision.

DON'T TELL ME TO READ THE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just want to see TV show PresAux do it >:(

#shy talks #not art #shy liveblogs murderbot #Murderbot #Murderbot TV #GOD DAMNIT I'M GONNA START ANOTHER UNFINISHED FIC PROJECT BECAUSE OF THIS SHIT AREN'T I #dont worry I enjoyed the episode #i'm just afraid of the untouched potential of the concepts I so dearly desire to see explored in my favourite fiction

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