#including the banter

[a-witch-called-cottage]

Writing my first fan fic! It was gonna just be for me, but after finding a severe LACK of any fics of BBC’s Mordred, I decided I might actually share it when I’m happy with it.

Anyway, literally no one asked for it, but here’s the constructive criticism I gave myself while half asleep at 12 am, as well as my friend’s “helpful input”.

[mobius-m-mobius]

#obsessed with their priorities

[brainrotcharacters]

deadclaws badassery where it's revealed Wade and Logan tested the distance on Logan's hearing.

Watch them hundreds of feet away from each other in the battlefield and all it takes to set Wolverine loose is for Deadpool to mutter "Logan."

gif credits to original owners!

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.

[syoddeye]

kinktober - day 13 - aftercare

laswell x f!reader | 900 words cw: feeeeeeelings, fluff, mentions of spanking+biting+strap-ons  a/n: reader is kate’s wife. one brief mention of reader having a shaved head. (shaved heads are hot as fuck.) a cute, soft interlude. summary: you take care of kate. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list

“That was…”

“New record?”

“Kate.”

Kate rubs the upper part of your arm good-naturedly, chuckling softly and breathlessly as you nestle against her chest. You think your cooling sweat’s stuck you together, feeling her ribs peel and mesh back against you with her laughter. The two of you glisten in the dim lamplight, its yellow-orange haze casting your prone silhouettes in the hotel room.

Drawing your chin over the cleft of one of her tits, you feel a pang of possessive satisfaction at the sight of her eyes crinkling and laugh lines deepening. She’s flushed, a pretty pink-rose color. Soft, sweet, and loose-limbed, just as you like. And you so rarely get to see your wife this way—completely at peace and relaxed.

“You alright, baby?” You ask, tracing your fingertips down the valley of her breasts and sternum. A fierce tenderness flares in your heart as you admire the fading indentation of your teeth above her nipple. “You did so well for me.”

“I’m fine, really.” She sighs, smiling at you down her nose, head cushioned on a pillow. “You went for it, huh?”

You smirk, rising slowly, letting your mouth drift over her other breast as you sit up on your knees. “I have to make every moment count. Don’t know when I’ll get to do that next, you know?”

Instantly, you know it’s the wrong thing to say. She masks it well, but there’s a flicker of hurt in her eyes. You beat yourself up for it and move straight into apologizing.

“Sorry, that was an idiotic thing to say. I didn’t mean it like that.”

She shakes her head, still smiling, but her hands retract and clasp beneath her head. “It’s fine.”

But you know it’s not fine. You put your foot so far in your mouth, it’s kicked a hole in the back of your head. It’s not like Kate has total control over where her work takes her, or for how long. And you can’t, won’t, ask her to give it up. Not when she’s spent her life clawing her way up the ladder. You scrub your hand over your shorn hair, letting the little hairs prickle your palm, still faintly stinging from a few rogue spanks.

“No, no, it’s not. Seriously. I was trying to be funny and sexy, and I just ended up being rude.”

“Baby,” Kate’s eyes narrow a little, and she frowns, shifting again to prop herself up on her elbows. “It’s okay. I get it. You’re forgiven, so stop beating yourself up and get us a towel, okay?”

You waffle. You’re forgiven, but you’re half-tempted to sneak another apology between her legs.

As if reading your mind, she shuts her slick thighs, shooting you a stern look that breaks with a knowing grin. “No.”

“Okay, but I am—”

“No more apologies. Up you get.” She pats your flank as you carefully extricate yourself from the bed. “Don’t think I can walk just yet.”

Out of her reach, you shoot a smug look over your shoulder as you pace toward the room’s ensuite. “Yeah? Wonder why…”

“Probably because my wife fucked the shit out of me!” She calls back, sending you into a giggling fit in the bathroom. 

You wipe yourself off first, then grab a fresh towel for her and dampen it. Returning to the bed, you find Kate has let her hair down. Her sandy blonde locks fan over the pillow, swinging like fine ribbons when she sits up again to take the towel.

You hold the towel to your chest. “Let me?”

She assesses you for a moment, reading into your offer, then relents with a mute nod. 

Starting from the beads of sweat cooling on her forehead and working down, you lavish every inch of Kate’s body anew. Your slip-up hasn’t strayed far from your mind, circling the edges of your thoughts as you clean up. Kate’s body bears scars from her job. Some you don’t know the causes of—she can’t or won’t say—but you can guess. Two burns on one wrist. A stab wound on a thigh. Then there are the smattering freckles on her cheeks and neck, small, light brown dots of evidence of ample time spent in the sun somewhere far from here.

You’ll doze after this, shower in an hour or two, so you take deep breaths when you gently dab at her sex. She doesn’t seem to notice, eyes shut and breathing slowed. You can’t help it. She smells like the two of you. When you finish, you grab the discarded strap and hang the harness over the showerhead to be sorted later. You clean the toy in the sink and try not to let your mind wander.

(It’s impossible not to think of how Kate looks split open under you. Reducing a woman like her to a quivering, moaning mess.)

Before you let your imagination wind you up, you return to your wife.

You press a few kisses to her temple and shoulder as you join her in bed and pull the thin top sheet over you. Your bodies fit together perfectly, with her lying atop your chest this time. You stroke lazy designs into her skin and card your fingers through her hair.

“I love you, Kate.”

She sighs, deep and content. “Love you too. Happy anniversary.”

[f-imaginings]

A lot of fanfic writers for billford are reflecting on how the book of bill has changed their characterisation of bill or how their fics should pan out. I'm cheering personally. The book feeds perfectly into how I was always planning to end my fic and it's inspired me to get back into finishing it off. I really like Ford's parts of the book and I especially loved their banter and the back and forth they had in the books. All the things about Ford that I loved to see from subtext in the show and the journal I get to see in the book of bill and it makes me very happy. It makes me think my several year long period of writers block was there for a reason so I could pull bits from this book in to help me finish the story 🥳

[voidcat]

characters: you/imaushi wakasa, sano shinichiro...

a/n: angst lol. strangers to friends. themes of fwb but nothing explicit. switch of perspective. mcd obviously,,

as i said in this post the loose explanatio/beginning of an idea i had that i liked ALOT but couldnt write due to various reasons (esp lck of time) (open post for a lil further stuff for reader x wakasa ig,,,)

attending the same classes as shinichiro sano... you've heard of him alright but that's about it. a nice face to look at perhaps but a little odd. not someone you'd interact with occasionally, nor someone you'd remember in particular-

until you're paired with him for an assignment. it'll help build bonds between the lot of you! the teacher announces and everyone groans in unision

you shoot your new partner to be a look from where you stand and turn back to your notebook. the ring bells but by the time you can get up adn gather your stuff, sano is nowhere to be seen

it takes you hours to find him. and at possibily one of the worst times too.

you heard of the rumors about fights and deliquents but you didn't expect yourself to run into one. youre careful, you live a peaceful life, you avoid trouble, always keep a clean name and all-

the people around all battered and beaten up, covered in bruises, cuts and maybe blood, looking hungry, unsatisfied, maddened– and you're in the center of it all.

footsteps approach you, strong, stern, taking their time and all- you hold it in you to not turn for a look. wait for them to show their face at your feet, dont give them the satisfaction nor even the slightest sign of weakness.

a man with blond hair and a pretty face, long lashes and all, stands before you, looking almost a little amused. "what's a pretty little thing doin' here all by themselv-" "where's sano" you cut him midsentence.

the man looks baffled, a little offensed even. soon joined by a second figure a lot taller than him, they both look at you with hostility and a hint of curiosity.

who cares, you scoff internally, whatever intimidation they're going for, you won't fall for it.

the other man raises a brow at the way you've mentioned sano. shit, you do hope this was not the wrong place, or whatever fight went down there, they must've won... right?

"and who is asking?" the blond speaks up again, sounding a little annoyed now. "you know, we don't allow passes to every pretty thi-" "eeeew" you drag the word and scretch like a gum, making sure to put on a face. "none of your business actually." you add on, placing your hand against a hip.

"why, you-" before he can follow up with whatever's on his tongue, a jolly greeting from behind interrupts him, cutting through the air. you can notice how the idle folks around suddenly tense up, and for the two man before you, shoulders dropped, bodies relaxing...

soon sano emerges, with his hair put up and stylized, nothing like the man in your class, a deliquent out of a shitty teen's magazine you'd say so.

exhanging greets with the two men and doing a special handshake for only them to know, he looks in the mood, just his face a little bruised up and some blood on his clothes.

so that's probably why he skips school some days, you muse.

he notices you a little later.

"oh!" mouth formed into an 'o' shape, you can see his surprise written all over but he is quick to disperse all that." greeting you with your surname formally, he reaches out a hand, then brings it up upon noticing the splatters of blood and takes it back with a sheepish smile.

"what brings you there?" he asks, never losing a bit of his joy that contradicts the entire atmosphere.

"our assignment." you say curtly and receive another sound of surprise from him. he looks apolegitic at the very least, you think.

"well.. uh-" he scratches the back of his head, casting a glance around, you wait to see where the stammering will go.

"how would you wanna do it then?" he asks more for you than himself, to ease you probably, you can only assume.

another joins their little group, keeping silent and watching what's going on. you relly, really should get going, you decide after giving a quick look around. "we can go over the details at an appropirate time later."

"alright then!" he says, never missing a beat from his energy. it's unbelievable, you think. "should we... ah-" he pauses, "exchange numbers to keep in touch then?" he asks, and he means well, you can tell just from the way he looks and talks, but the rest? you're not exactly dying to say out loud your contact information. especially not with that blond anywhere within a 20 meter radius.

"here." you say, reaching out your hand to reveal your phone. "i'm not announcing my number for a bunch of weirdo, self proclaimed deliquents to hear."

your words take him by shock but he breaks into a snort right after. the two men exchange a glance and a thug at their lips as well. the blond however does not look once pleased with your words.

or you at all.

you begin to come and go to their place often, the assignment builds up slow but steady and the guys seem reasonable enough after actually sitting down and hearing each other out. shin looks happy with the development too, says you have brought a change but you'd disagree. he is the light and sun and the beating heart of this place and wherever he goes, they follow, absolute devotion and belief in him, as a person, for his mind and for his heart.

you can see why, you can feel it too. once you begin to spend your time with shinichiro sano, all the rumors and speculations you've heard up until then are gone. assignment be damned, you can tell when a friendship begins to bloom and with shin- it happens at such a pace, you find yourself a little afraid.

the assignment ends, presentation and all, with flying colors you pass and decide to celebrate it out, with the rest joining as well.

a karaoke bar is all fun and games until night rolls out. it has gotten late but shin offers to walk you home; keizo and takeumi dragging a very drunk and messed up wakasa. everyone bids one another goodbye- save for wakasa... and you almost believe youhave seen a hint of sadness in their eyes as they bump their fists against yours. if you didn't know any better, you'd ever go as far as to say they'll miss you around.

a day passes, another and another... much to their relief and encouragement, you stick around.

not within the vicinity on the days big fights go around but definitely dropping by to hang out, fool around and whatnot. it's now your laughter mixed with shin's that fills the air, and everyone seems joyful and happy most of the time- save for imaushi wakasa.

for reasons unbeknowst to you, he remains hostile, rude, and on and up about sending your way stupid lines like he did the first time. most of the time you ignore him, which annoys him further– the scene alone brings a smile to your lips, the smirk of a vixen, you even overhear him once, yelling to keizo about you are, sounding very much frustrated.

despite this is how the things begin and roll out, neither of you expect to grow close- closer than you'd have imagined.

yes, you and shin might be the sunshines, but you and wakasa? the two of you become inseperable. you even hear some people mumble how they fear the two of you looking down at them, gazes that burn holes through their skulls, see into their souls... the two of you could make a power couple- if you were one at all.

there is the heat, there is the tension. you comb through his hair with a gentle touch that has wakasa melting in your hold, yet the second someone dares to imply anything more, you shoot them a glance so heavy, it'd crash their lungs.

wakasa hopes, in the end, that perhaps there is an end to it that is happy, that is hopeful. he knows there is no making up for the way he treated you but you were not the kindest toward him either, so it makes you equals, no?

so he sings sappy songs at karaoke whilst tipsy, so any accusation he can brush off as the effect of the booze, but hopes you caught how he looked at you. so he touches you as soft as you do him, trying to mimic your kindness, an attempt at how love, in the physical, in action should be.

he doesn't know any better, why should he? why should anyone to begin with?

it scares him how natural it is for shin and you. some days he finds himself envying the two of you even, would things be any different were you to attend the same school as the two of you? oh what wouldn't he do to be graced with your smiles and giggles all day every day, having you look at him as you rest your cheek against your palm–

he aches for something a tad normal sometimes, at the very least with you. would the two of you ever cross paths were it not for shin? the thought scares him and he feels like an asshole for envying his friend like this, desperate for anything that would come from your hands.

but at the end of the day, it is himself you seek out. his arms that you allow around your person, his lips on you, devoring you, it's wakasa that consumes you wholly and the thought brings a wave of comfort at the very least.

then the entire world collapses down in the span of 24 hours.

shinichiro dies.

almost 24 hours have passed since his death and wakasa still cannot find it in him to return to reality yet.

then like an angel amidst the chaos, you reemerge from the fog, from smoke. it doesn't take a genius to figure out something is wrong.

"waka," you call out to him, sound laced with something he cannot quite pinpoint. shutting his eyes completely, he sits in the same spot for a moment, all the doubts, every single negative, twisted and fucked up thng he has been holding at bay til now so close to breaking out.

you speak, but he does not hear the words.

not pass the 'i am leaving'

[vaguely-concerned]

in his and davrin's banters, lucanis exhibits a certain little shit energy I don't think we see him have with anyone else other than illario and honestly I am living for this

[clown-paws]

> cope these mechanisms boy!!!!

> ashes is very cool. heard they commit arson and i fell in love so. take some messy ass doodles :)

> ID below (credit and thanks to @majorshatterandhare !) and in alt text -

[ID: two drawing of Ashes O'Reilly of the Mechanisms. Ashes has medium brown skin and dark brown coily hair that has been dyed red and grown out. The left side of their head has been shaved. They have red eyeshadow and are blushing. They have a circular barbel in their lower lip, and two earrings in their lower ear, one of which is a stud and the other is a hoop. They have shaved sideburns and a gap between their top two front teeth. They are wearing a vest, trousers, and a long over coat, all of which are the same beige. They have on dark red fingerless gloves and their nails are painted.

In the first drawing Ashes body is facing mostly toward the viewer, turned a bit to the viewer's right, their head is facing the viewer and tilted down. Their mouth is slightly open and their top teeth are visible. Their left hand is in the pocket of their coat and the right one is holding a smoking cigarette. Their eyes are not visible. This drawing is in the upper left hand corner of the image.

In the second drawing Ashes is only seen from the chest up. They are in profile to the viewer, with their left side visible. A white crystal is visible hanging from one of their earrings. Their eyes are closed. This drawing is in the lower right hand corner of the image.

In the upper right hand corner "Ashes O'Reilly" is written in white bubble lettes. It is underlined and there is a corner bracket next to the A, both of which are also white.

End ID.]

[wispythreads]

The Lair of the Shadowbroker DLC definitely earned its fan praise, in my opinion. This feels like Mass Effect 1 level of artistry and level design, I love it.

There were like, way too many enemies, and I still don't really feel great about how they changed Liara in just a two year time gap between the games, but I appreciate the way this DLC handled it, it made an effort that resulted in her feeling more like how she felt in the first game.

The scene after Tela got revealed as the one who had been trying to murder Liara at the start of all this was rough, Shepard and her slipping off the window ledge, falling together, slowed down only by Tela's biotics until she shoves Shepard the rest of the way to the ground, while she gets to gently float down to make her escape. That impact looked like it HURT, especially with how much effort she had to put into getting back up again.

Shepard honestly sounded so grumpy and dejected as she said "I'm okay, by the way, thanks for asking." before hopping into the car with Liara.

And speaking of the car, I loved the banter between Liara and Shepard the whole way through, but particularly during the car chase, which was really fun! "Head on Collision!" - Liara "I hear that's bad for people." - Shepard. All the little bits of back and forth were so great to listen to, wouldn't mind replaying just for that bit of the DLC alone.

The actual Lair itself was so so so pretty.

The boss fight against the Shadowbroker is probably my favorite across all all of Mass Effect 1 and 2? Especially with the cutscenes where Shepard realizes ah ok ammo won't do anything that's fine I'll just punch him

Really cool alien design too.

Mini thoughts from snooping on my squadmates dossiers below.

Straight up chortling over Mordin and Kirrahe's bickering and how it is preserved in their mission report He really should've realized something was going to be up on Maelon's end... Nice of them to try and shelter him from any repercussions for his outburst, but he needed followed up on much sooner than when Mordin thought he'd been kidnapped. The list of threat analysis against all the other main species holy- not surprising, honestly, based on what is known about Salarians, but still pretty interesting ... So not only is he a musical enthusiast in his spare time but also a Bill Nye the Science Guy type? That's neat. Good for him.

I hope we get to reunite Jack with her mom. That would be nice.

LEGION IS A GAMER I love this little cluster of AI so much. He has so many infractions on that online game that technically are true due to the fact that he's. Not an organic being. But the only one that sticks is him taunting other players- that's so silly aww… he bought the highest (and most likely most expensive) version of a game that was fundraising for the events of Eden Prime, just for the fundraiser. He did not play that game at all. He even tried a dating simulator oh my gosh. I don't think he's hopeless =( what a mean ranking for a dating sim. He's spent so much time on it, too… (not as much as the other games, but still a significant time investment my gosh)

ahhh this is where Grunt's fanon characterization of being Shepard's son starts coming in. I do think the main game version of him and his relationship with Shepard, a paragon!Shepard at that, is interesting, but it wasn't lining up with what I was seeing online. (and by main game version I mean the transition of [Talking about how great it is we've got so many strong enemies to fight against] "I don't plan on living like this forever" "Talk like that and it won't be your choice. I'm sure as hell not quitting with a whimper. Just so you're clear where we stand." [Hyper aggressive and enjoying memories of gruesome kills] "I'm not sure I want to keep coming down for these talks..." "Whatever. Don't have to be friends to be allies." [Still hyper aggressive and enjoying memories of gruesome kills] "Y'know, I kind of thought connecting with your past would bring stability." "Ha! See, now we're having fun. Me remembering good deaths, and you with your... funny human thing you're doing.") I think there is something very sweet about him being enamored with dinosaurs and looking up to Shepard so much that he wants to know about the whole of Humanity's history as warriors :')

The transmission between Samara and her daughters... all the things she had to give up in order to become a Justicar...

!!! THANE GET THE LUNG TRANSPLANT YOU HAVE A SON YOU NEED TO CONNECT WITH AND I CARE ABOUT YOU SO MUCH DON'T JUST GIVE UP AND DIE IN A YEAR!! LIVE! LIVE AS A PERSON AND NOT A WEAPON!! I love how his kill methods are so elaborate and the alternate methods are equally intricate, with the Krogan's main method understandably being the most involved and calculated. And then you get to their alternate method and it's just one word. It gives this impression of hands to his head exhausted and resigned.

... Garrus's family… his mom…. god that's hitting a little too close to my heart....

[thechaoticfanartist]

“I believe I told you not to follow me?"

“And you thought I would listen? Come on, how long have you known me now, Master?”

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[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i think about the whole "love that" exchange a lot.

[flareboi]

hey vicagent lover followers. would you like a treat

[moeblob]

There was a post I saw about someone who mutually ghosted a guy after a date and kept matching with him and they're not interested but it's the longest "relationship" the person had been in at that point and I'm like. Karen would mutually ghost someone.

She doesn't really tell Brent/Right/Evelyn/Chris his name (he has a double first name, Patrick is not his last name) and just refers to him as "My Guy". Like "Ah damn, My Guy matched again. End my suffering." And when she tries to explain it to Right who does NOT understand how it's different, her logical answer is "it's my God given right to ghost a polite man!"

Also I just imagine her confiding in Paul about Rick and he's like "is his name Patrick" and she's like "kinda". And after that, Paul calls him "Pattycakes" cause he's never even seen the guy so why not give him a funny little nickname. He's allowed to do so at this point probably.

[muse-write]

I think I like the story of DMC because it hits all the same chords Star Wars does: complicated family dynamics, murderous men slowly realizing how messed up they are, supernatural powers that bend the laws of physics, and a serious commitment to the Bit from everyone involved

[eddie-rifff]

im going to buy some expensive peter hammill memorabilia to help me forget about how the career path im on is doomed to be taken over by ai so i have to pivot entirely if i want to have any hope of a stable career <3