Play with me

[simpleruser]

1. go here
2. pick a character
3. reply with character request in the subject line, build up a scene of your preference (tl;dr, au, canon, crack, short, I don't even mind)
4. I will bang it like a heavy metal band

(shamelessly ganked from the lovely sugartits)

Comments

[l1ck1ng]

Wet. [She stiffles a laugh against his skin, but she really is wet as hell, and tired as fuck, too. He might want something else, something classifiable and understandable like 'moirail' or 'matesprit', but she's not nothing; they're not understandable. They're nothing short of fucked up and complicated.]

Here. Whatever you want me to be.

[fetidmustard]

[He doesn't want to be broken. He's decided that. But then his programming doesn't want that either. He needs to define 'broken' properly. Trying to pull that out of his garbled brain always ends up returning the same result: processes online, commands recieved, output normal.]

Requesting health status of Terezi Pyrope.

[l1ck1ng]

Healthy. Drained. You singed something before sleep.

[She pauses; for all it matters, she doesn't seem to mind the fact that several places hurt, when her bloodpusher seems to want to hurt more.] I got nothing else.

[fetidmustard]

[Her reply doesn't gel quite enough and it sends a spasm - a shudder, through his shoulders. It's inelegant as shudders go, ceasing at his hips.]

Requesting mental health report of target?

[niggling through all else is the knowledge that he cannot ruin Terezi Pyrope.]

[l1ck1ng]

[Her hands move from his shoulders and back at that, and come down to rest on his hips, an anchor of sorts. She's aware that they're naked and pressed together, and it should fluster her; in some part of her brain, she's flustered, but mostly she doesn't care. Therein lies the complexity of flipping quadrants.]

Perfect. Tip top condition. Could take an empire down with my hands behind my back and all that.

[fetidmustard]

[He sighs and lets more of his weight rest on her. He can't doubt her words, lying and obtuse answers barely graze what he can understand beyond knowing they exist.]

No further requests.

[l1ck1ng]

Then can I proceed to cleaning you up? [Can she proceed to touching him again.]

[fetidmustard]

Affirmative. [He lifts his arms off his sides and shuffles his feet apart a touch more. Assessablity is important for cleaning.]

[l1ck1ng]

[Right, so, on with the touching and all that, then.] I'm just hitting all the bases today.

[fetidmustard]

Request clarification? [She isn't hitting anything, touching is defined separately.]

[l1ck1ng]

Going where no troll has gone before! [Gives his butt a nice pat. She hopes he won't tell her she's wrong there. She hopes there's nothing more sinister to look out for. She hopes he'll just shut up on it.

She gives his shoulder a kiss and starts to run soapy hands over his back again.]

[fetidmustard]

Troll conquest has reached the outer rings and depths of every known planet, to achieve new troll discovery would take several lightyear's travel. [But his skin appreciates the attention she's giving it with the grime that collects when someone doesn't move unless absolutely necessary slipping away, so he shuts up after that.]

[l1ck1ng]

Thank you, school feeder. [No-one likes a know-it-all, Sollux Granger. She sighs sufferingly and just continues to wash him.]

[fetidmustard]

Thanks acknowledged. [It's almost a joke.] Additional information ready to impart. [Another almost joke, half a joke, if he was playing the fool it would be a joke, and he'd think he was hilarious for pulling it. Pretending to be more of a socially idiotic asshole than he really is. He probably won't if - when - he gets better, jabs too close to where he's been.]

[l1ck1ng]

Which information is that? [A pause.] School feed me, oh Captor, my Captor.

[fetidmustard]

[Her Captor, it fizzles like his psiionics through his mind. No other Captors to be claimed in the area but it feels important. It could be important.]

Average exploration of a planet takes two perigees but extended deep water and cavernous exploration can stretch as long as five sweeps.

[l1ck1ng]

[It's important as long as it's him. She finishes with his back and steps back from him to handle one of his arms. She scrubs thoroughly, because they already have one stinky troll on board, and scrapes off the sopor that's congealed on his skin.]

Yawn. A drone makes a better feeder than you.

[fetidmustard]

Incorrect. Drones feed only themselves, sifting bacteria through the air and from the impure genetic material to refine it for the mother grub. [The things you learn when you have entire encyclopaedias of knowledge in your head.]

[l1ck1ng]

You make knowledge boring, Sollux.

[fetidmustard]

Incorrect.

Studies from the latitudinal research facility have determined that under the right circumstances all discussion based on factual information can be stimulating. Shifting blame: major character flaw - noted.

[Incorrect he said, but the muscles in his shoulder bunch up and there was a strain on 'factual', latitudinal research facility doesn't exist. Latitudinal research facility is him talking out of his ass.]

[l1ck1ng]

Are you calling me flawed?! [Gasped the dignified and mature troll now pinching his side.]

[fetidmustard]

William Trollspeare is quoted as having said 'if the podiatric encapsulator fits'. [He doesn't feel the pinch at all, all his processing power is being put toward sounding like a troll.]

[l1ck1ng]

I will be quoted as saying 'shut up, Captor'.

[fetidmustard]

On record. Immediate response: eat me.

[l1ck1ng]

Counter-response: haha, you wish.