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I know I haven't been very good at filling these, but...

I know I haven't been very good at filling these, but...

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Roddy doing the sniktbub
.....let's see if this jump-starts a few of my neglected projects. Stolen shamelessly from minibot_love.

1) Pick one of my fics or drabbles, or any other project you happen to know I am/was doing.

2) Request a future or past scene set in that fic-verse with any characters you want.

3) Wait for me to write 500(+/-) words of said scene.

And there was much rejoicing.
  • The sobs had subsided into little hitches, the Prime’s inner workings stuttering and halting. Kup had managed to get him to roll over at some point, the bright red helm tucked against his dull green chest, and he stroked over the lad’s helm and neck with a low croon. “Ready to talk?” he asked.

    Rodimus shook his head. Kup crooned again, and nudged at him. “Well, sit up. These old struts don’t like bein’ on the floor.” With his encouragement, Rodimus got up to sit on a crate against the wall, and Kup scooted another crate over to sit on while he massaged his Prime’s ankles and wrists back to full functionality. Rodimus cried a little more, hard sobs muffled by his hand until Kup reached out and tugged it down to hold it. “Ready to talk now?” he asked once the tears had subsided.

    “I don’t... know what to say.” Rodimus’s voice was less Prime and more frightened sparkling. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

    “Lad, I’ve seen much worse in my day. Why, when I was your age-”

    “Please don’t elaborate!”

    Rodimus only looked more mortified at the outburst; Kup only laughed. “Spoil my fun, whydontcha. All right, all right, whatever you say.” He tugged at Rodimus’s hands, guiding him down to nestle against his shoulder, and the poor mechling went willingly. “But there ain’t no shame in it, y’know. You like what you like.”

    Rodimus shuttered his optics. “I just wanted to try it. Nothing else was working. I was never... like that before.”

    "And Springer didn't want to try? Or 'Cee?"

    The question was gentle, understanding... devastating. "I couldn't ask," Rodimus confessed, putting his face in his hands. "He - they - I was ashamed."

    Kup sighed. "Roddy... lad... look at me." Rodimus shook his head, optics shuttered behind his fingers. "Look. At. Me. Direct order," Kup growled, and the Prime's hands slid from his face, helpless, relaxing, grateful that someone else was taking charge of him.

    Kup thought he understood where the desire to be tied up was coming from. "You, mechling, ain't got nothin' to be ashamed of. Ever. Likin' a 'face don't make you a slut, and likin' to be tied up don't make you weak or unfit t' lead. Now I'm gonna give you some manuals on how to do it properly, and when you're ready, you're gonna find yourself a partner to have fun with this with, or I'll find one for you." He wiggled his fingers. "And I'll make sure they got tentacles. You got it?"

    That earned a weak, watery giggle, one that made Kup want to punch the ceiling in victory. "I got it."
  • That is adooooooorable!
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  • So much melt. So much cute.
  • Awwwwwwwww!! Everyone needs a Kup. EVERYONE. I need the link to his advice page again. I forgot to bookmark it.

    So, that part of the original fic really struck something in me. Gonna sound like Kup for a sec.

    I was friends with this wonderful person in college. Free spirit, barefoot in winter, gentle kind soul. Anyhow, a few years after we graduated, he was found dead. He had been experimenting with asphyxiophilia, and something had gone very wrong.

    It was just a heartbreaking loss, and I remember wishing so hard that he'd had a partner to keep him safe, to experiment with stuff with so he hadn't done that alone.

    Your Roddy just brought it all up for me and this follow up just... it made me cry and smile. I wish my friend had a Kup, you know?

    It is such a fun and funny story (the original), and then suddenly becomes so serious, because sometimes we can put ourselves in danger by not having people we trust to watch over us.

    anyhow, I'm babbling. Just want to say how much I love this.
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