#probably was where my current style started to click into place

[kodasea]

Heels up

[buckyownsmylife]

out of the woods (chris evans x famous!reader smut)

the one where Chris watches an interview of you on the Ellen show

Warnings: mention of small stature in comparison to Chris, smut thoughts, Ellen Degeneres trash talking/thinking, cursing, mention of prescription medicine, talk of age gap (reader is younger than Chris), jacking off, daddy kink

WC: 3k

A/N: this doesn't really have an ending, so if you all like it, I might make a series out of it - the idea is that you are also famous (for acting, singing, writing) and have been friends with Chris but there's always this underlying tension between the two of you. It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: no, he's not married in this story nor do I intend to feature Alba in any part of it whatsoever.

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was scrolling through Twitter when I realized some fans were tagging me in a short video of Y/N on Ellen DeGeneres’ show. I knew she had gone there by herself, mostly to promote her new album, but also to give some publicity for our movie, so I was aware that she would probably talk about me at least a bit… Curiosity got the best of me and I clicked the link to check the video for myself.

She looked gorgeous as always, her hair down in that way I loved so much and her skin seemed to be as soft as ever under the mini dress she chose to wear, her legs stretching out and making her look taller than she actually was. I chuckled, remembering just how small she looked by my side.

I remembered one time when I lifted her up, bridal style, and spun her around the pub we had close to the set, after the Patriots had won a game. Despite not understanding the game, she tagged along and celebrated every time I got excited, like the cute person that she was. I got so transfixed by her giggles back then. They were the sweetest sound and the only thing I heard, despite the fact that we were in the middle of a very loud bunch of dudes. 

I found myself imagining again, as I had then, what it would be like to have her under me, trapped by my arms in bed, or better yet, against a wall, only my thighs securing her in place while I made her moan with my touch. How would she sound? Or, better yet, how would she feel?

Christ. 

Shaking my head, I tried to gather my thoughts so as to not let them stray too far in that direction, something I didn’t have much success in doing, despite the fact that I had been practicing that simple habit every single day since I met her. But it was proving to be a nightmare. She was just far too tempting.

Shaking my head once more, I focused on the video in front of me. My heartbeat had sped up as soon as it started, but I tried to tell myself it was because I was scared for her, since I knew how Ellen could get invasive sometimes.

“So, Y/N…” She started, eyeing my co-star. “You have just finished working on a movie with someone we’re very familiar with, isn’t it?”

Y/N giggled, nodding at the blonde woman. “I suppose so. We have just finished the promotion for it, maybe you guys have already seen it?” She asked the crowd, who went nuts at her. It was sweet to see this kind of feedback, I truly believed in our movie and the fact that I got to know her was just an added bonus.

“For those of you who don’t know what we’re talking about, it’s called ‘Be Here Now’ and it’s currently in a theater near you. Y/N stars alongside Chris Evans, who we love so dearly here, and they play brother and sister as they try to reconnect after their parents' passing.”

More applause at that. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at her idea of love. Last time I was there, she made me pretty uncomfortable, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“So, how was the process for you? We know you’re familiar with the filming process, since you star in your own series ‘Evermore’, that sent you to stardom, along with your songs, but you had said before you’d never act outside of it, since your true passion relies on music. What changed your mind?” Ellen sat back as she said that, already comfortable with the fact that something good would come out of this interview, since Y/N had been pretty vocal about what made her decide to do the movie, even with me.

“Chris did, actually. Or, in fact, the fact that he was cast in it.” A chorus of “aws” echoed around the room and there was no way to know if they were real or prompted, but they were quickly interrupted by the host.

“So, you were a fan?” She instigated, as to what Y/N nodded again.

“Of course. Well, my mom more than me, but I was the one who introduced his work to her, so…” She poked her tongue out at the camera, to which my heart (and my cock) jumped in response. “Ever since I got into this, when I first had the idea for Evermore with James, I told him time and time again I would never act outside of this, because I had no intention whatsoever on becoming an actress. I have always been in this for the music. Well, the writing. I’m a writer, I like writing scripts and songs, I’ve fallen into this performer thing by accident. But I’ve always been adamant about the fact that if I ever had the opportunity to act alongside Chris, I’d take it. It doesn’t matter that I don’t think I’m good enough. It didn’t even matter if the script was terrible, which thankfully wasn’t the case, I just really admire him and his work and I would never live with myself if I turned this opportunity down.”

Even though I knew most of this, I couldn’t help but to gloat at the fact that this incredible woman actually admired me. She was so much better than me in so many things, even acting, and she still thought I was great enough to get her to participate in a movie. 

“So, what I’m hearing is, you have a little crush, that’s right?” And there it was. The coup. Of course. That evil wench…

“That’s what you took out of everything I said? Jesus, Ellen, has anyone ever told you that you listen like a man?” Ouch. That one was perfect. Being the ambassador for females and lesbians everywhere, it couldn’t not hurt her, especially coming from someone as angelical, sweet and universally-loved as Y/N. I appreciated the quick second her smile faltered before it became plastered on her again.

“No, I haven’t heard that before… But tell me, have you met any of the other Marvel actors? I mean, granted, there are a lot of them now, but especially those who have worked closely with Chris?” Y/N shrugged at that.

“I have been friends with Elizabeth Olsen for a very long time, we’re very close, but other than that, no. I haven’t had the chance to properly meet, or rather, hang out with any of them.”

“Who’s first on your list?”

“Anthony Mackie,” Y/N promptly responded, getting a few laughs and claps from the audience.

“My, you had that answer ready” Ellen teased, to which Y/N simply shrugged again. 

“We talk through social media sometimes and I know for a fact he’s hilarious. I hope we get to meet sometime. I might just have to bug Chris about it.” She had already, in fact. I couldn’t wait to introduce them to each other and I was already planning my next party just to be able to make that happen.

“What about Sebastian?” Ellen asked, a glinter of something extremely suspicious in her eyes.

“Sebastian Stan? No, we haven’t met, but I’d love to get the chance to someday. He seems extremely sweet and I know he’s very talented and Chris loves him, so I think it’s a matter of time until it happens.”

“I heard somewhere you had a bit of a crush on him, right? Even if you don’t admit that you have one on Chris?” This fucking woman. I could fucking kill her right now. But, to my surprise, Y/N simply laughed.

“Truly, you have got to check your hearing sometime soon, because that is absolutely false.” 

“Really?” Ellen pushed, to which Y/N beamed even brighter at her.

“Positive.” A beat as the two women stared at each other down. “I think what you meant is that I have had a huge crush on his character, Bucky Barnes.” Y/N explained, laughing at the host. “I admit that only happened after I saw Sebastian’s portrayal of him, but my attraction to a fictional character can’t be really connected to him.”

Ellen nodded, obviously not paying attention to anything she was just saying. “Well, let’s figure out who do you actually feel attracted to, shall we? Let’s play fuck, marry or kill!”

The audience screamed and, to my surprise, Y/N didn’t even blink, a patient smile painting her lips as she calmly watched the interviewer. “So, Y/N, between Anthony, Sebastian and Chris, who would you rather fuck, marry or kill?”

Y/N shook her head, still smiling at the older woman. “I couldn’t possibly answer truthfully to this question, Ellen, mostly because I am not capable of feeling carnal attraction to people I have never met, but I can 100% assure you that I would marry Chris without blinking twice if there was a choice.” 

My heart skipped a beat at her words. The crowd went crazy, obviously satisfied with the answer.

“And you’re sure you don’t have a crush on him?” Ellen’s eyes glistened with mischief, as she stared at the younger woman.

“Ellen, I think the question here is… Are you sure *you don’t have a crush on him?” The laughs from the audience was the last thing to come from the video before it stopped, and I found myself echoing them in the silent living room. Oh my, how I missed this girl.

I tapped my fingers nervously on my jean-clad thigh, looking around the room. I had been staying in Boston with my family for the last few weeks, since the movie premiered and we had finished promotion, and I had found myself constantly calling her to share funny stories from my nephews or to hear about her day. I knew she wanted to meet my family, she had always said she admired the fact that we were so close, despite there being so many of us.

My mom obviously loved her, having been a fan of hers long before I even heard about her existence. So what if…? 

Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed call in the name of the woman I had been thinking about. The phone rang three times before she picked up, stopping me from giving up on this crazy idea.

“Hey, Chris! How are you? I missed talking to you, it’s so weird seeing you everyday for four months and then suddenly not at all anymore.” I know I was literally forty, but I literally melted at this girl’s words.

“Did you now? Is that because you wish we were married, so we could see each other everyday?” Her breath hitched as she realized I had seen the video and I could just imagine the cute little embarrassed expression she was probably sporting right now. I tried to ignore the fact that my words and tone of speaking had suddenly become way too similar to when I was flirting with a girl.

“Fuck, you saw the interview.” I had never heard Y/N curse before, so the fact that I suddenly had no control over my mouth could be explained by the unavailability of blood in my head, since it had all gone south.

“Come stay with me for a while,” I spilled suddenly. Silence was the only answer I got from the other side of the call and my heart sped up in a way that only happened when I was truly anxious. I was already cursing myself out for scaring the poor girl when she finally answered.

“Are you serious?” She asked, her voice barely over a whisper. It was obvious how vulnerable she was feeling, and a sense of overprotectiveness overcame me. “Please don’t joke about this, Evans. This better not be a prank. ‘Cause I really do miss you a lot.”

Fuck indeed. There was no way something good would come out of this idea, but there was no way I would go back either.

“Of course I’m being serious. Come to Boston. You can stay with me, but I think my mom is going to steal you before you even settle in.” A large breath came from the other side.

“Okay. Okay! I’m going to pack my bags. Yay! I’m so excited!” She was clearly jumping up and down with the perspective of what was to come, and I couldn’t help the smile that painted my lips not only at her cuteness, but also due to my own excitement at her arrival. 

“Great! I’ll be waiting.” My heartbeat still hadn’t gotten back to a normal speed. “Text me the details of your arrival, I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Chris, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I knew what she meant. If someone caught sight of us together at the airport, or even the fact that she was here in Boston, all hell would break loose in the press.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it, baby girl. I’ll take care of it.” I froze, only then realizing what I had just called her. A few seconds ticked by while I silently freaked out, wondering how I could brush this over, when she intervened.

“Thanks, Chris. That was pretty much the best thing I’ve ever heard. I just might forgo my prescription medicine while I’m over there, because you’ve been able to completely relax me with just two sentences.” She giggled and if I was at first leaning towards thinking she was sarcastically teasing me, just by the nature of her words, the tone of her voice made it clear that she actually meant what she had just said.

Once again, I was at a loss for words, especially because I couldn’t help but to allow myself to imagine that this was her, flirting with me a little bit. The blood I so desperately needed in my brain had once again left to pump another organ full of life. I was saved from having to answer, though, as Y/N quickly wrapped up the conversation.

“I’ll text you the details of my flight in a little bit. See you soon, angel.” She hung up before I could process the nickname she had given me. 

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, finally relenting and getting up from the couch to take a shower to rub one off.

I had found myself in this situation more times than usual after meeting Y/N. Normally, I’d only do it out of boredom, preferring to fuck someone whenever I’d get sexually frustrated. But the last few times I had taken girls from parties into my bedroom, I could only see her. Y/N. And I hated how disgusting I felt after it was done, the fact that I didn’t care about the girl I just fucked and the fact that I imagined my younger friend.

So now I resorted to this kind of activity. As the warm water started to hit my body, I allowed my right hand to travel the extent of my body until I found my hardened member. “Fuck,” I found myself whispering into the bathroom as I tugged on my cock. Images that I had spent a lot of time concocting in my head flashed in front of me, all of them starred by Y/N. 

I imagined her nude body here with me, under the falling water. How her breasts would heave with every breath she took. Would she be as filled with desire for me as I was for her? I imagined the path the warm droplets of water would run across her skin and how I wished I could lick its remnants. 

Maybe she’d fall to her knees before me, looking up from under her eyelashes with that coy expression that drove me crazy. Her lips would softly kiss the tip of my cock and she’d still be watching me, analyzing my reactions. I would do my best to restrain myself, allowing her to get accustomed to my member, but my hands would eventually find their way to her wet strands, creating a makeshift ponytail that would facilitate my vision of her work while I still managed to control myself and not use it to guide her.

She’d kiss the skin all around my cock, quick little kisses just to tease me before going further down to suck on my balls. I’d throw my head back, begging her to do what I needed, and she’d finally succumb, wrapping her lips around my tip before slowly sucking further down my dick. She’d be relentless, eventually being able to swallow my whole member down her throat, and I would look down again to see her looking up at me with a proud gaze in her eyes.

“Such a good girl,” I would whisper, just before I finally snapped, using my grip on her hair to pull her from my cock until just the tip remained tightly squeezed by her lips, until I pushed her all the way against me again. “Take this fucking cock like the little perfect girl you are for daddy.”

And she’d take it like a pro, a satisfied smile on her lips as I fucked her mouth, eventually breaching into her throat, making her gasp for air, tears in her eyes as her hands flew to my hips in an attempt to slow me down. But she wouldn’t really, opting for simply carving her nails on my flesh as she took every single rope of cum I’d deposit between her eager lips.

Fuck. I let the water wash away the sin I had just committed while sending up a prayer for better control when Y/N arrived. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in the bathroom, touching myself while she was at my house.

[queer-irritator]

Roomies | Roommate!Wade Wilson x Roomate! GN! Reader

Inspo for this fic came from @lunasblunt via this post <3

CW: All the things that go along with Deadpool <3, hint at stalking

Word count: 3,107

You trudged up concrete steps to reach your front door. It had been a long, frustrating day at work so you hadn’t bothered to lift your head from your phone where you were currently placing an order for Chinese food. It wasn’t until your key refused to slide into the lock that your attention was torn from the delicious food on your phone. 

After one more failed attempt to insert your key, you noticed a paper stapled to your door with the word ‘EVICTION’ typed in large red print. 

“What the fuck?” You mumbled to yourself, eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

You began to read the notice, apparently your piece of shit roommate hadn’t been paying their half of the rent the last few months. Sighing, you turned to face the street and sat on the cold steps and ran your hands down your face. This night really couldn’t get much worse. 

After taking a few minutes to wallow in self pity, you got up and located your belongings that had been thrown in a disorganized pile next to the steps. There was no doubt in your mind some items had been stolen if they were outside all day. You rummaged through your belongings and packed up what you needed, now you just needed somewhere to crash. 

Unlocking your phone, you scrolled through your contacts list hoping someone would be kind enough to accommodate you for the night. 

‘Althea S.’

The name brought a smile to your lips, Al was a long time family friend and always was there for you in your hardest moments. You clicked on her contact information and gave her a call. 

-

Of course, Al was happy to offer up her couch for as long as you needed. So, you were now stepping off the bus that dropped you off in front of her apartment. Rummaging through your bag for a spare key Al had given to you a few years ago, a gruff, low voice sounded besides you.

“You heading inside?”

Startled, you jumped slightly and placed your hand over your chest, “Oh, you scared me! I didn’t see you there.” 

“I tend to have that effect on people.” the man replied, putting out a cigar he had been smoking. 

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that you were scary, I just…” You paused, it would probably be better to just move on, “But, yes. I am heading inside. Can’t find my key.” 

The man was pretty tall. He had dark hair and quite an interesting facial hair style choice going on. And although he was wearing jeans and a flannel, it was obvious he was incredibly muscular and fit. 

The man moved in front of you and unlocked the door and held it open. 

You thanked him as you walked inside and he followed behind you. You started to make your way up the stairs to the third floor. Although the mysterious man wasn’t speaking, you still heard his footsteps behind you. You were telling yourself it had to be just a coincidence. That was, until he continued to follow you to Al’s door. 

You had began to shake slightly from anxiety, this man has been following you and there was no way you could put up a fight with him. But you could sure as hell try. You turned around quickly, gripping your pepper spray in one hand.

“Can you please stop following me??” Your tone came out aggressive and confrontational, just as you had hoped. 

“I’m not following you.” He said simply. 

God, he was a bad liar. He wasn’t even trying to think of an excuse!

You used your thumb to slide open your pepper spray as you continued to try to get him to leave you alone, “Yes, you are. I know who lives in this apartment, so if you don’t leave I’m going to scream and then you’ll go to jail for being a fucking creep.” 

“First of all, you can’t go to jail just for “being a creep”. Second of all, I live here!” He began to raise his voice.

You gave him two chances, so you quickly lifted your pepper sprays to his face and sprayed him in the eyes and began to bang on the door.

“What the fuck!?” The man squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands over his eyes.

“Al!! Open the door! I need help!!” You yelled while banging on the door. 

The man was groaning in pain and trying to get his bearings when you heard a click and the door open. Without even looking, you ran inside and locked the door behind you. 

“What the fuck is going on?” You heard Al’s voice behind you.

Panting, you dropped your bag and frantically began to explain the situation. 

Al began to comfort you and rubbed your shoulder, “Wade, go see what the hell is going on.”

You hadn’t noticed before that there was a man sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and holding a hairless dog. 

He groaned before getting up dramatically. He was only wearing a white t-shirt, blue and white striped boxers and white fluffy bunny slippers as he poked his head into the hall.

“Come here, sugar.” Al lead you to the couch and got you a glass of water and offered you some hits from the bong sitting on the table, which you gladly took. 

While you were calming down, you heard muffled voices from the hallway. There was only two things you heard clearly. 

It was the same voice as before, yelling again, “They fucking pepper sprayed me!” followed by who you assume is Wade, laughing hysterically. 

The door opened and Wade walked in, but the man that had been following you also came inside. 

“What are you doing?? That’s the guy that was following me!” You shot up from the couch, ready to become defensive. 

“Well, obviously, a certain blind old lady has neglected to tell you that she has 3 roommates.” Wade explained. 

“What?” You looked to Al, confused.

“Oh shit.” Al murmured, “Yeah, I guess I forgot a thing or two. Meet Logan and Wade.” She said, gesturing to the door, where the men no longer stood. 

“Oh my god.” You brought a hand up to cover your mouth as guilt began to come over you.

Al had mentioned Wade and Logan in passing, but never told you they lived with her, or that they would be around tonight.

Logan was still wiping his eyes, but Wade had returned to his position on the couch.

You gingerly stepped closer to Logan, “I am so sorry, Logan… Is there anything I can do? I’ll get you some water.” You didn’t give him a chance to answer before you were in the kitchen filling up a glass of water and also wetting a dish cloth.

“Oh, don’t be sorry.” Wade piped up, “You’re my new favorite person now!” 

Logan ignored him, “It’s fine… I can’t say I blame you.” He took the wet cloth from you when you returned and wiped his eyes and face with it.

“Well, I’m going to bed. Don’t pepper spray anyone else.” Al announced before heading to her room. 

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna do the same…” Logan said before disappearing into the second bedroom.

Now you were left alone with Wade. You sat on the opposite end of the couch without saying another word. The only sounds filling the room were coming from the television and the crunch of popcorn. 

Feeling awkwardness creep in, you decided to take another hit on the bong.  

“Evicted? Yeeesh, that sucks.” The man beside you spoke. 

You whipped your head toward him to see him rummaging through your bag, tossing your eviction notice over his shoulder and continuing his snooping. 

“Uhm… could you maybe not go through my stuff?” You were aghast by the audacity of this man. 

“I could, but I’m nosy. And you did just pepper spray my best friend.” He defended his actions as he examined a pair of your underwear. 

You snatched the underwear and your bag from him, stuffing the garment back inside and zipping it up. 

“Which I apologized for. And you didn’t seem too concerned for him earlier.” You tucked your bag next to you on the couch. 

Wade shrugged and continued eating his popcorn, but just then a pink hello kitty watch he wore on his wrist went off. 

“Oh, duty calls!” He set the bowl of half eaten popcorn aside and stood up. 

You carefully watched him as he picked up a clump of red clothing from the floor and gave it a sniff. It must have passed the smell test because he kicked off his bunny slippers and got dressed in a red and black suit. After he equipped copious amounts of weapons to his holsters, he put on a mask and opened the door. 

“See you later, sweet cheeks.” He winked at you before leaving. 

After the night you had, you decided to just go to bed while you had some peace and quiet.

-

You had been staying at Al’s for about two weeks now. You got to know the boys better, and it only made you feel worse about pepper spraying Logan. He had insisted that you take the bedroom and he would put up with sleeping on the couch. Despite how many times you said no and refused, it was to no avail. He had practically forced you to take his room. Wade on the other hand was always coming and going at odd hours. You learned that he and Logan were mutants and hunted down criminals once in a while together, they called themselves Deadpool and Wolverine. Wade did most of his work on his own though, he described it as “beating up assholes”. You had only seen him a handful of times, but he was seeming to stick around a bit longer after returning from one of his adventures last night. 

It was morning and you were cooking breakfast with Logan. The two of you had actually been getting along, despite the circumstances which you met. He was giving you a tip on knowing when bacon was done cooking when Wade had inserted himself in between the two of you.

“Hey! Glad to see my two peanuts are getting along!” He said, slinging his arms over yours and Logan’s shoulders. 

Logan was quick to shrug his arm off, “Go feed your rat dog, Wilson.” 

Wade did a theatrical gasp, “Don’t you EVER call her that again! She is a beautiful angel!” He walked over to pick up Dogpool and cuddle her. 

“That’s my good girl! Yes, you love your Papa, don’t you?” He cooed and baby-talked Dogpool as she licked his face. 

You had been watching him and chuckled to yourself. Logan glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. He saw the way you looked at Wade. At first he thought it was you pitying him, but the more he observed, the more he could tell you definitely had a crush. 

“I’m gonna finish this up, it’ll be ready in 10 minutes.” Logan said as he began to cook some pancakes.

You nodded at him and headed to your room, giving a big smile to Wade and Dogpool as you passed them. You sat on your bed and pulled out your computer, continuing your daily search for a new apartment. 

It only took about two minutes until Wade had appeared in your doorway. You glanced up and acknowledged him with a quick ‘Hi’. You tried to focus on your task at hand, but Wade was a hard person to ignore. 

He looked around the room and took a few steps inside. He picked up one of the stuffed animals you had displayed in a net and played with it for a few seconds before putting it back. Coming further into the room, he swung his arms by his side and blew a raspberry into the air. He looked at a few more of your things strewn about the room before he was at the edge of your bed, looking over your shoulder.

“Getting tired of us already?” He commented, sitting next to you. 

You looked over at him and chuckled, “I’m just staying here until I get a new place. Remember the eviction notice you found snooping in my bag?” 

“Ohhh yeah, I almost forgot about that!” He thought back fondly on the night you met. 

His presence being so close to you made your heart beat pick up speed and breath shake slightly. You couldn’t deny your attraction to Wade. Especially when he would get home late, sweaty, beaten, and bloody, still in his suit. God, that suit. It made him look so damn good. 

“What about that one?” He lifted his arm to point at your screen, arm brushing against yours in the process.

You clicked on the listing, “Well, if you have $6,000 laying around every month for rent, we could get it.” You chuckled. 

“We?” Wade repeated your words, looking at you. 

You felt your cheeks heat up, “Well, I can’t afford it…” 

Before Wade could make a snide comment, Logan knocked on your open door. 

“Breakfast is ready.” 

You took the excuse to close your laptop and quickly get up and get some food. 

Wade trailed behind you, but stopped when his phone rang. He dug his hand into his pocket and answered the call. You couldn’t help but listen in as you began to eat. 

“Okay! Don’t get your nipples in a twist, I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Wade groaned and hung up, leaving to go change into his suit. 

It was starting to piss Wade off how much he had been working the past few weeks. He had barely had any time to get to know you. When he re-emerged, ready to take out some bad guys, minus the mask, he grabbed a piece of bacon. 

“It’s like no one wants to kill evil masterminds themselves these days!” He commented, mouth full of food. He picked up a pancake and shoved it in his mouth before pulling on his mask. 

“Thanks for breakfast, peanut.” He said, ruffling Logan’s hair.

He was greeted with adamantium claws in his side, “Don’t fucking touch me.” 

Wade groaned in pain but quickly laughed it off, “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the Outback today.”

You grimaced, the squelching sound of blood dampening your appetite. You were just glad the Deadpool suit’s colors hid the blood stains. 

Logan’s claws retracted and Wade walked to the door, “You don’t have to play hard to get in front of company, pookie bear.” He winked and blew a kiss towards you and Logan before leaving. 

“I swear, one day I’m going to find a way to kill him.” Logan muttered before continuing to eat. 

You chuckled and drank some coffee, the dynamic Wade and Logan had never failed to make you laugh. 

-

Later that night Logan and Al had gone out to a bar, but you elected to stay in. It was around 10:30 when Wade came home. When we walked through the door he looked a little worse for wear, more than usual. 

His posture was hunched forward and his shoulders were hanging low. You could also see multiple bullet holes in his suit. You got up from where you had been sitting on the couch with Dogpool. 

“Wade? Did you have a rough day?” You questioned, voice laced with concern.

“You could say that.” He replied, flopping onto the couch with a sigh. 

“What happened?” You noticed a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead on his mask which he just started to take off. 

“Just- God dammit.” He muttered to himself, struggling to find the seam of velcro to peel off his mask. 

“Let me help.” You said, scooting closer to him so your thighs were brushing together. 

Wade set his hands down on his lap as yours gently removed his mask and placed it on the coffee table. You gave him a sweet, sympathetic smile when you saw the defeated look on his face. 

“You can talk to me.” You gently encouraged him, placing a hand on his knee. He looked down at your hand and then back to your eyes. He leaned back against the couch, “The asshole got away today.”

“I”m sorry.” You mirrored his movements and removed your hand from his knee. 

Wade immediately missed the warmth of your body heat on him. He closed his eyes as he silently cursed himself. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this again, a dull ache in his chest and a pit in his stomach whenever you looked his way or touched him in passing. After Vanessa left, he didn’t want to love someone ever again. But then you just had to walk into his apartment. 

You had been staring at Wade the entire time, your heart breaking for him. While you sat in silence you were racking your brain for a way to cheer him up. 

“Oh, I got a really cute picture of Dogpool earlier!” You chimed up, grabbing your phone off the table and searching for the photo. 

Wade stared at your face while you scrolled through your phone. When you presented the photo to him, he didn’t move his head to look at it. 

“Can I kiss you?” He questioned, voice lower and more serious than you’ve heard it before. 

His question left you stunned, “...Huh?” You were still holding up your phone displaying a picture of Dogpool asleep on her back, tongue hanging out as always. 

“Can I kiss you?” Wade repeated himself. Your heart fluttered and you lowered your phone, “Uhm… yes.” You nodded. 

Wade leaned forward and captured your lips, placing one of his hands on the couch on the other side of you. 

You closed your eyes and leaned into his kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft as you gently moved against them. Wade let go first, leaning away from you to gauge your reaction. 

You looked at him, slightly puzzled, “Why did you stop?” 

“Just making sure I don’t scare you away.” He smirked, but you could tell there was truth hidden in his words. 

You sat up and swung a leg over Wade and straddled his hips and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“You could never.” You whispered to him, inching closer to his face. 

That must have been all he needed to hear, because Wade was grabbing the side of your face and crashing his lips together with yours once again. 

[raging-bisexual76]

i’m begging you to speak more abt bachira & isagi w a loser!reader

!! Nonnie I'm so glad you asked fr it's gonna be kinda long just tell me to stfu if u need

also they're a lot meaner with reader than their yan counterparts

TW/CW; dubcon/noncon (to be safe), bullying, mention of spitting (sexual style fingerguns), gentle mention of impact play, hard mention of non-consensual picture sharing and can be implied that the pictures were taken without consent

So it's like a college au kinda but also like not? And I'm gonna do it fem reader coded I'm sorry I was trying to stay gn but then my brain was like mmm no

Now obviously the boys are still on the soccer team still and are more than likely popular because they've gotten the team to it's current standing.

Then we have our sweet lil loser reader :) who could do no wrong except standing up against the bullies. She's probably in an unpopular group/club but I'm not entirely sure what one

But reader's all red in the face and jabbing their finger into the boys chest, asking when will it be enough for them and that they're sick of seeing and hearing it. That they should be ashamed, thinking they're big shots when they do stuff like this. And while she's popping off, the boys are just like "holy shit who the fuck does she think she is??"

So as I said, they start moving their bullying efforts to the reader after that. It starts small with them stealing her stuff, tugging her hair, turning her friends against her and spreading rumors, etc.

But the first time they trip her?? And get a lil glimpse of her panties??? Fuuck. Especially as she sits up with tears in her eyes, giving them the nastiest look she can muster as she tells them to fuck off and just leave her alone.

After that though, it gets worse for our dear reader. Instead of just tugging little stands, they grab fist fulls of her hair and pull, just to hear what noises she makes. They'll dump water out a window, or push her into the fountain just to see what's underneath her shirt and flip up her skirt to see her panties. The boys will go out of their way to kick a soccer ball so it hits her, just to see her cry. Pinching her and leaving little bruises on her sides and thighs, groping at her through her clothes as they press themselves against her. They'll start pulling her off to secluded places by her hair or arm to make her give them a blowjob, or get a quick fuck in.

I can see any pictures they have of her in compromising positions probably being shared with the rest of the soccer team. She can't prove it, but the stares from the team say more than enough.

One of the teams favorites is where the reader is on their knees, looking up at the camera with tears and cum running down her face, both Yoichi and Meguru's dicks pressing against her face. Another is a video of reader laying on her back, covering her face with her forearm in embarrassment. She's barely clothed, boobs almost spilling out of her bra with each of Bachira's thrusts. Isagi has her right hand in his as he wraps them around his cock, and with his other he pulls her tits out to abuse her nipples (pinchin, spittin, biting, slappin n suckin my god he'd do everything). And after she thinks they're done, she goes to sit up to gather her things only to be flipped over and pushed back down. Yoichi has the camera now as he steps behind her, running his tip up and down her leaking entrance. Bachira just clicks his tongue with a pout, "You didn't think we were done yet, right, [name]-chan? Yoichi-kun hasn't gotten his turn yet, and I'm still a little dirty. So, clean it." He slides in front of her, lifting her head up by the hair as he presses himself against her mouth.

(m tryin to not think abt if they ((the team)) have seen reader and the boys go at it in the locker room and the showers (((they have))) )

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Idk this isn't all the ideas and I'm all over the place with this,, but it's in the making yk? I feel like yan them doesn't want any harm to come to darling, but bully them? They want to see you bruised, broken and hurting, they want to see the look hatred in your eyes and for you to be uncomfortable around them

[being-of-rain]

My collection of Doctor Who Magazine comic reprints! (Or 'graphic novels' as they're officially called, which I feel is a bit misleading since they're almost all collections of many different stories, but I don't think 'graphic novel' has ever had a standardised definition so whatever.)

I'm pretty happy about having the complete set, which includes very almost every Doctor Who comic published by Panini and Marvel UK over the last 45 years. It's a series I love a lot, because it has some of my all-time favourite Doctor Who stories, and because (like the TV show itself) it's a fascinating look at how a series can change over decades of regular releases.

Feel free to ask me any questions about them! As you can probably tell, I think about the series a lot.

Image 1: The 36 books in order of when the original comics were published (more or less. A few of the books collect comics from several different times, meaning I have to take some creative liberties in where I place them). This is the order I keep them on my shelf. The books aren't all the same dimensions, because DWM changed to a different size from 2013 to 2019.

Image 2: The same order of books, turned around so you can see the back covers. For anyone who happened to be curious about that.

Image 3: The spines of the collection on my bookshelf. They started out all different colours, but eventually standardised a black design.

Image 4: (Click to see the full image.) The books in order of when the graphic novels were published, which was 2004-2024. Here you can see how they started out reprinting some of the most popular runs of classic Doctors, then changed to alternating between the most current comics and filling in old gaps in the collection. You can also see the evolution of the covers, from character to dramatic movie-poster-style illustrations, and going through every Doctor Who logo of the last 20 years.

[the-s1lly-corner]

You points

I'd like to hear some of your general headcanons for itward! Any and all headcanons you can think of >:)

General Itward hcs!

I got too silly guys

This is gonna be long so buckleup

Side note, my silly little goofy baking marathon has begun, so requests are REALLY gonna slow down today and tomorrow and likely Tuesday as well

I current have multiple pies in the oven as we speak <\3 (note from the future i was typing for so long the first batch of pies finished and the second group just got put in)

My bodies gonna hate me for this but imma get paid (yaaaay!!!!)

Love to think that itward is self sufficient. He grows his own stuff and scavenges for any metal parts he needs what whatever (his ship, a project, ect)

As such he also builds and maintains his own stuff; the ship is the most obvious thing! But I like to think nearly everything in the ship itself was either made by him or found abandoned !

Its canon that he loves forks, both stated in the character sheet thing KMG posted as well as the copious amounts of forks decorating the main area of his ship! I mean he literally has a wall covered in forks! I can easily see him having even more forks stashed away somewhere

Torn between headcannoning him to just have them in a jumbled heap in a drawer somewhere... and headcannoning that he sorts them by size, material, color, and style... both seem so in character for him.. hmm..

I can say for certain that he has a box somewhere full of random stuff hes collected and it's not at all neat and organized. Rocks, gears, bolts, sticks, glass vials, jewels, and so on! The "oo pretty I think I'll keep this and use it for later (never uses it for later)" mindset! I like calling those lil trinket boxes "crow boxes"

"The one many children talk about", as said by the man himself. So fran and the twins arent the only ones who have interacted with him... dad of dozens of children

I was gonna go somewhere with that previous point but I genuinely forgot what I was gonna say

Has made stuffed animals and dolls at least once for all of his kids. And yes, that includes Clara and Mia, at least before they tried to kill him... reluctantly makes bunnies for kids who ask

Speaking of bunnies, since it's been proven that itward wasnt bluffing or lying about his fear of them (KMG made a post showing off a type of Kamala that basically makes you addicted to their candy, making you eat them til your guts explode) (which... is horrifying and makes me wonder, did itward see that happen to someone? Perhaps one of his kids? A friend? Or did he not and the concept just scares him so much?) It's a little funny that itward has a bunny plushie on his ship

Sad hc but I like to think it belonged to one of his past children and as much as hes afraid of it he doesnt have the heart to give it away

While we're on the topic of sad stuff, I dont think itward can shed tears. So in place of them, his bones start to rattle a little

While I also headcannon that his bones rattle when hes nervous or flustered, and perhaps on the rare occasion that hes angry, it does happen when hes sad enough

Okay no more sad, I like to think his hat steams when he gets real excited about something or embarrassed. The top of it just. Pops open and theres the steam billowing out

I dunno I think it suits him and his aesthetic...

Stole this idea from someone else but he can purr; it's mostly involuntary imo and if you listen close enough you can hear his bones vibrating and clacking against one another

His eyes glow in the dark! Not too bright, it's fairly dim, but it's enough for him to see around and for you to see where he is in a dark room!

Creaky bones. He is OLD! probably VERY OLD! So it would make sense his bones click and make noise thanks to the general age.. wear and tear you know? Especially prominent in his spine and ankles

Has a habit of clacking his teeth/jaw when speaking, as well as when hes just. Not doing anything

Prone to fiddling with his rings (!! Will get to that in a second!) As well as the accessories on his coat; and sometimes, even his hat!

Okay the rings! I like to hc that itward makes his own accessories too ! That includes the gems and chains on his coat (heck, hes probably made his own clothes!) And I like to hc that he sometimes wears rings !

Sometimes sells his stuff; more likely to sell shoes and clothing, as well as his machines and services! Sure he mostly lives off stuff hes found or grew, but theres some stuff that he cant just find or grow.. plus its generally a good idea to have some money somewhere

I'm pretty sure hes good friends with palontras and ziar (given him and palontras work together to help Fran and the painting of ziar in itwards ship) but I also like to think he is friends with the wizard and cogwind!

Mostly because I wish we got more stuff for both of them... also him and cogwind can bond over their interests!

Does not stay in one place for long, given that KMGs labels him as a wanderer, but assuming he keeps Fran around to raise her I think he anchors down to one place... well not ANCHOR but like, cutting down on traveling at least a bit, especially in the beginning so fran can fully come to terms with everything shes learned (the truth of her parents death, the grieving process, learning she may or may not be part of something larger if memory serves me right, it's been a while since I played the game, as well as being shot.. like yeah she was healed physically but like imagine how shes gonna feel when that fact she was shot mentally sinks in) ... cant have her bouncing between different realities and the spaces in between them constantly

Ponders

Listens to Antonios (giant old ant dude) old music, I think! Probably has a bunch of old vynlls laying around somewhere

Frequently has to clean his hands, especially his fingers since hes always working on SOMETHING, he doesnt wanna walk around with gunk in the grooves of his fingers. Very yucky very gross and very un-gentleman..ly...

I keep trying to wrap this post up but I keep remembering hcs/coming up with new ones

Anyways COMMITS to the bit when hes playing a game with Fran, or really any kid hes looking over. Tea party? Hes gonna bust out his very best manners. Yes he will wear a tiara if its offered to him. It will go over his hat, of course. Playing doctor? Oh he'll moan n cry about how sick hes feeling, please help him! Ect ect, things like that!

Sometimes makes shadow puppets and tells stories. Both in the form of little shadow theatres, but sometimes he will use his own hands and project the shadows onto the wall!

Very good at coming up with stories on the fly

Also very very good at comforting people, I think. Hes been around for a while and he just OOZES comfort

So if you have a nightmare or struggle with anxiety, itward wont let you just suffer and be scared, hes gonna do what suits you best to calm down; distractions, holding, taking, quiet, grounding, ect ect ect anything you need

[slothpower-central]

Rolling out the Red Carpet for the Cinema branch!!

Hello,hi, it's me that one person who makes the funny videos and thinks she can draw(she cannot) Inspiration hit me in the middle of my film studies course while watching Vertigo by Alfred Hitchcock and I thought "what if I made my own LCB branch where every sinner is based on a movie I've watched in my film class (and just general classic Hollywood cinema) and so I did it! The branch is currently VERY unfinished,as I add a new sinner each week for every film we watch in the class,so lemme introduce you to the guys that I've at least doodled so far(awful art incoming lol)

First up,we need a manager,or should I say,director(get it, because it's based on movies?) anyway here's Dorothy! If it wasn't obvious, she's based on the Wizard of Oz,She may or may not have come from the Outskirts and now she's running around with these sinners,and her little dog too! Oh and her red slippers(boots now,IG lol)? Those have a use, clicking her heels 3 times allows her to bring her sinners back to life!

Our guide is Glinda! Also based on Wizard of Oz,I have....not drawn her yet! But she is ultra hands off,she mainly communicates by sending Dorothy letters in bubbles,oh and did I mention she's a color fixer? ...yea I probably should have started with that

Now onto our actual sinners, don't ask me about major plot details about them,I haven't worked it out yet,

Sinner #1,This is Chaplin! Based on Modern Times by Charlie Chaplin,this guy is more of a fusion of the two main characters of the movie since uhm...neither of them have names and frankly their stories are both so intertwined that You could easily mix them together so here we are. They are the most comical of the sinners,I have described them as having a lot of cat like behaviors to a degree, and they are selectively mute(silent film lol) They have a white board they write on like it's Lethal Company and they have Heelys(mainly for the funny)

I haven't uhm.....finished sinner #2 yet because everytime I try to draw him my art style makes him look like the Pringles mascot lol but it's Kane! Kane is based on Charles Foster Kane from Citizen Kane by Orson Welles! Right now currently he's like "god I'm in a company of all women...AND CHAPLIN" He's rich like....richer than Hong Lu rich,he does seem to offhandedly mention something Rosebud and it seems almost like he's searching for it...wonder what that could be?(Btw go watch Citizen Kane, I'm not telling you what Rosebud is)

Finally out last Sinner at the moment: Sinner #3 Judy based on Judy from Vertigo! Yessir this is the reason for the branch, her source got my imagination spinning (she may or may not be mine and Amia's favorite atm of the branch) I would have made Scottie a sinner but......I hate his ass and need him exploded and not in the cute way(JUDYYYYYY YOU DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER GIRLLL) Judy is also 20x more fun as a character than Mr. "I'm gonna stare at women for 70% of my screentime" Honestly I could gush so much about her but I won't to keep this brief... essentially by the end of Vertigo Scottie convinces her to change everything about herself to turn her into his lost love/obsession Madeleine (ai know there's more too it but uhm....Go watch Vertigo, I'm not spoiling the movie)[PS, Ignore the doodle in the corner, that was from an idea that Amia's OC Tessie and Judy would get along well]

Tomorrow we'll actually have Sinner #4 who's gonna be based on someone from the movie Sunset Boulevard ( I don't pre watch these bc my attention span actually increases so much when I analyze movies for Limbus)

Anyway I'll keep updating you on the Cinema branch their tag is "LCB Cinema Branch" if you want everything in one place oh! And feel free to draw my lil guys if u want,just @ me or tag me or something. uhm don't ask about their weapons or colors or anything I haven't thought that far ahead yet lol

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hai <333333333

I just wanna say i love ur writing style sm and you even inspired me to start!!!

I was wondering could you maybe do scenarios where the monster trio + law finds out that their s/o was a marine before they became a pirate?

Thanks so much :)

So I debated writing this, thinking it might be a little vague. However, I had a few ideas, plus, flattery will get you everywhere with me. I'm so glad you like my writing and that you'd started writing! I bet you'll be amazing!

Warnings: violence, Law being particularly mean, hurt/comfort, GN!Reader

Word Count: 1290

     You’d left a long time ago, or at least, it felt like a long time ago. At one point, you’d truly believed in them, believed that they were good people, but the corruption that seemed to permeate every level of their ranks, the destruction and concealment of knowledge, the blind eyes to the suffering of others, it sickened you. Perhaps it was unsurprising that you’d left, that you’d told them off as you threw your ‘justice’ jacket to the ground before storming out. A ‘dishonorable discharge’, like you cared. You’d heard of kind, helpful pirates, so you’d become one, hopping from crew to crew, trying to find your place. Some of them were great, some were okay, but you never quite clicked with the crew. Meeting up with your current crew, however, was a different story. There was just something about them. Maybe it was how sweet they were as a whole, maybe it was how they helped people, or maybe it was the man that you’d fallen for, whatever it was, you didn’t want to leave like you had in the past. Dating him only strengthened that feeling, only made you want to stay more. The closer you got to him, however, the more you feared him finding out about your past. You knew it was possible that he just wouldn’t care, that he’d shrug it off like he did with a lot of things, but you feared the worst, you feared him hating you for it, that for whatever reason, he’d see you differently, that he’d leave you. When you’d come face to face with your Vice Admiral commander, you’d frozen, this man knew you well, this man had been in charge of you, had trained you. Was the ringing in your ears from a bell or machine? Or was it from the words out of his mouth? The ones about your position as he laughed, mocking you.

Luffy

     He barely registered what the man had said and, quite frankly, didn’t care. All he saw was you freezing up, was your terrified expression and tears streaming down your cheeks at the man’s words. Suddenly, the vice admiral was on the floor, holding his nose as Luffy’s arm retracted, his face filled with anger. Nobody hurt the love of his life like that and got away with it! It didn’t take long for Luffy to defeat the group of marines, hurrying over to you as you sat on the deck of the Sunny on your knees. The young man quickly began wiping away your tears, smiling at you, his usual sunny smile.

     “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t pay attention to what he said.” Luffy said, drawing your attention, how was he okay with this?

     “Luffy, I… how are you okay with this?” you asked, more tears taking the place of the ones Luffy wiped away. Luffy just cocked his head to the side in confusion.

     “What the guy said? Who cares what he said. You’re you, so that’s all that matters. He made you cry so I beat him up.” Luffy said, pulling you into a hug. In truth, he still didn’t really register what the man had said, only that he’d probably insulted you, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care if it was true, didn’t care what may or may not have happened to you, all he cared about was you.

Zoro

     Was he shocked? Not particularly, but then, few things truly shocked the green haired man. Besides, it explained a few things that he’d noticed about you. Your strict training regiment, your early wake up and sleep schedule, and your desire to keep your clothes in ‘proper form’. He wasn’t particularly bothered by it either, he’d been a pirate hunter before becoming a pirate, so he didn’t see it as being that different, you’d both actively put pirates away, what did he care about how? What he was bothered by, was the marine mocking you, your body trembling as you stood there. You could take care of yourself most of the time and he didn’t worry about you getting a few scrapes, but this wasn’t some physical scrape that could be healed, this man was messing with your head. The crew barely even saw him move, standing near you one second and then standing behind the vice admiral the next. He could only hope that the man would have a permanent scar, a reminder to never mess with you or the crew again, a reminder of what he’d done and the strength that Zoro had. Walking back over to you, he kneeled down in front of your sobbing form, curled into yourself on the ground. 

     “Marine, pirate, civilian, it doesn’t change who you are. I still love you.” he said softly, picking you up and heading inside, letting the others take care of things while he comforted you.

Sanji

     The blond was furious. How dare somebody hurt you! He barely let you come to harm in a regular fight, this? This was personal. They’d hurt you and now they’d feel his full wrath. He honestly didn’t care about the holes he kicked into their ship, nor did he care about the fire that began to spread, the lower ranking marines scrambling to put the flames out as he faced off with the marine who’d hurt you. Sanji was a sweet, caring, loving man, a chef who enjoyed the looks on people’s faces as they enjoyed his food, and your gentle lover. Even towards his enemies, he was never vicious or cruel, so much so that the crew wondered if this was even Sanji as he devastated not only the vice admiral, but the crew, and their ship, a dark look in his eyes. Almost as soon as the last man fell, Sanji was rushing towards you, worry filling his eyes as he picked you up and headed inside. You needed comfort, hugs, your favorite snack, maybe a relaxing bath. Whatever would make you feel better, he’d gladly do for you. So you were an ex-marine, that didn’t change his feelings about you.

Law

     Stunned. That was the only word to describe his initial feelings towards the information. He’d had an… interesting past with marines. First Flavence, then Cora-san, he really wasn’t sure how to feel about the marines. Even still, seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks, watching you stumble back in fear, he couldn’t let the vice admiral get away with this. Taking the ship of marines out was child’s play as he activated his room, while he wouldn’t destroy their ship just yet, he’d leave the marines to attempt to figure out how to put themselves back together as he turned them into a pile of limbs, torsos and heads. Almost like a doll shop of body parts, ready to be assembled. The vice admiral stood there, looking at the chaotic mess that was his crew before turning back towards Law, fear filling his eyes. Law had purposefully saved him for last, slowly walking towards the man. Had he been a little mean in the past? Yes, had he been outright cruel? Once or twice. But what he did to the vice admiral was dark even for him. Organs scattered about the deck, body chopped into pieces and hidden across the ship, left only with a pair of eyes sitting upon a barrel as Law walked back to the Polar Tang. He needed to have a talk with you. The vice admiral said ‘former marine’, meaning that you’d quit, so for better or worse, you were no longer a part of the scum that he’d just disassembled, but he was kinda mad that you’d hidden it from him. He thought you trusted him more than that.

[the-cryptographer]

I'm maybe 1/3rd of the way through Mass Effect and I guess I'm being normal about it because I'm not emotionally hyped to rip it apart even though it's not very good.

The combat is clunky, but I have a soft spot for third person shooters (though I guess technically this game switches between third and first person shooting). I started out as Vanguard, but then restarted the game as Infiltrator after deciding that fit my style better and absolutely zero regrets on that choice. It's all about pistols and sniper rifles and not having to rely on your companions for decryption and electronics.

The writing could be better, but the characters are likeable enough and the plot serviceable enough and the worldbuilding bad enough I'm not encouraged to take any of it too seriously. Idk, I just can't take any of these fake alien species and their fake politics seriously. Like, the Asari, c'mon? The weird incel breeding obsession they're exploring with the Krogan? Hanar and Elcor being funny speak foreigners? Quarians clearly spoofing China's old one child policy that we were all obsessed with in the aughts? Just the way that male is the default gender for all these aliens unless it's fuckable? Idk, I know that alien species in media are going to be reflections of humanity but... you could have reflected something less transparent than gender existentialism and orientalism, lmao. It's just so fourth wall breaking, it's funny instead of offensive. At least in my opinion.

My favourite part of the game so far is RPing military personnel tbh. I don't feel this fits well with the morality system, but I am absolutely loving playing sole survivor PTSD compassion fatigued Shep - trying her best to be professional and give a good face to humanity and the Alliance. Never failing to be polite to her superiors, but acting out violence and aggression on 'acceptable' targets. Strutting through a world of civilians who have to follow rules that she doesn't, walking into situations and making snap decisions about who are the sheep and who are the wolves - who she is or isn't justified in using force and threats to control. Idk, it's fucking great.

Yeah, but the morality system so far my worst gripe. I think in general the Lawful Good Paragon vs Chaotic Evil Renegade axis is really not in line with the story being told - friend of mine said really the conflict probably more in line with Lawful Evil vs Chaotic Good if you're going to reduce things to this single axis in the first place. And personally I think we need a separate axis for Shep's attitude towards alien races apart from any hastily adapted dnd & star wars morality systems. Ubb- But all of that aside I really don't like having my dialogue choices restricted. I don't mind a pass-fail mechanic where my attempt at intimidation doesn't work if I'm not practiced enough in it, but I feel I should at least be able to say what I want in the situation I want. So yeah, I took advantage of the bug at Noveria to max both scales bc fuck this.

Also annoying DA2 style dialogue wheel where I press an option and watch my character say something wildly different than I would have guessed based on the text I clicked. Doi!

Ashley and Garrus are my current favourites. I appreciate Ash's clear lower class POC military brat background and the way it's influenced her prejudices. (Idk, another thing I like about this game was the super HR approach to dealing with this shit. Like... yeah, rather than 'fixing' everyone involved into having the proper unbiased opinions on these issues, you sort of have to accept that everyone involved has their baggage and convince them its in their best interest to set that aside so we can work together effectively anyhow.) And I appreciate Garrus being a raging hypocrite. Brought him to Noveria and watched him complain about companies moving there to avoid legal and political oversight, like- Bitch. Isn't that what you did when you quit being a cop and decided to stowaway on my ship? So you could shoot people without having to file paperwork about it 🤔

[jasimkhalil]

tell me that you love me, i know all your talk is cheap.

⤑ assad zaman, 41, cismale, he/him 𓇢𓆸 my my, if it isn't jasim khalil, my favorite vampire in town. you know, though people say they can be rather deceitful and possessive, i know they’re really alert and captivating. but hey, what do i know? i’ve only known them for a year. if you need to get in touch, you can probably find them at their work as a veterinarian at local animal hospital.

baby, i'm a code mistake, i was never meant to be.

about OR click the read more. / photos. / musings. / template credit.

― BASICS.

Full name | Aliases: Jasim Zaheer Khalil | Jas.

Gender | Sexual orientation: Cismale, uses he/him pronouns | Pansexual.

Date of birth | Age: May 31, 1983 (Gemini as fuck) | 41, stuck at the age of 33.

Species: Vampire as of 2016.

Place of birth: Dhaka, Bangladesh; family moved to Newcastle, England when he was in his early 20s, hence his Geordie accent. He spent most of his time in London after being turned, using the cover of a busy city to lay low.

Current residence: Blackwater, Colorado, moved here in February of 2023. Resides in a 1-bedroom, 1-bathroom apartment that’s cozy but not cramped.

Occupation: Veterinarian at the local animal hospital, works with both companion and exotic animals.

Relationship status: Single and non-monogamous.

Children: Blissfully, none. He hasn’t sired anyone, either… yet.

Positive traits: + Alert, captivating, generous, orderly.

Negative traits: - Deceitful, irritable, possessive, sordid.

― PHYSICAL TRAITS.

Hair color: Black, medium length that hovers around his jawline, thick and curly.

Eye color: Dark, dark brown, practically black; wide, gentle, and deceiving. He perpetually has a deer in the headlights look.

Height | Build: 6'0" | Slim, underweight even, lanky; though not without muscle definition, especially in his arms and chest.

Distinguishing features: Wears glasses as vampirism did little to cure his vision issues. The scars from his turning can be found along his left leg, starting at his hip and leading down to his knee; sloppy and ridged bite marks where unrelenting teeth tore into his flesh. Also carries the scars from an attack, with gnarly furrows along his back. Sharp dressed (when he’s not in scrubs) and takes inspiration from elements of style in the ‘30s, ‘40s, and ‘50s, but he has his more casual moments, particularly when relaxing at home. Clean shaven from neck up only. While some of his features veer towards sharp, he ultimately has a boyish face. His fangs are smaller than the average, though it’s unclear why. Still, they’re deadly and serve their purpose.

Scent: Wears Black Phantom - Memento Mori by Kilian, a strong yet pleasant fragrance with notes of dark chocolate, rum, caramel, coffee, sugar cane, sandalwood, and heliotrope. This luxury perfume mixes in with his natural vampiric scent, often only noticeable to werewolves and other vampires, which leans towards a sickly sweet nature often associated with cadavers. Basically, he smells like a gourmet bakery, with elements that are just a bit off.

Faceclaim: Assad Zaman.

― BIOGRAPHY (content warning for: mentions of drug use, sex, violence, death, blood, murder).

1983–2005. The youngest of three siblings, he’s a healthy, happy boy born in the springtime of Dhaka, Bangladesh. He has a close-knit family, parents married and in love, and he needs for very little. Wants even less. Jasim is certainly a “wild child,” often bringing chaos and trouble to his family’s doorstep. He just can’t help it, being as restless and frenetic as he is. Still, love surrounds him and childhood to his teenage life is simple enough. At the age of 22, he and his family move to Newcastle, England. This opens up better job and education opportunities for everyone, as well as a much needed change of pace and scenery.

2005–2016. During this time, he focuses on obtaining a degree in veterinary medicine. He commits to the four years needed for this, as well as the four years prior in undergrad studies. While he’d always been a people person, he works better with animals, known to rescue them ever since childhood. After graduation, he secures a job at a local animal hospital, working hard to save up and move into his flat; essentially proving to his family that he isn’t some immature, chaotic party boy after all.

2016. Despite this, he does still party from time to time, fucking around and finding out in some not-so great parts of town. He’s high on something and disappeared into the night to hook up with someone he soon learns is a monster. A beast only spoken of in myths and entertaining media. A vampire. At first, he believes it’s just roughhousing, with teeth that initially feel human biting at his skin. It hurts, but he’s fine with it, into it even… until he’s not. Canines extend and tear into flesh, his femoral artery sliced, as if the deep bite marks from hip to knee don’t cause enough blood loss. He’s losing consciousness—his life—rapidly, and he panics. Biting, clawing, stabbing even, anything to weaken the fanged creature attacking him so fiercely. It’s all bloodshed, as far as he remembers. He has enough wherewithal to drag his bloodied, mutilated body away, no different than a wounded animal seeking quiet shelter to die in peace. Find more details of his turning here.

2016–2017. Except, he doesn’t die. Well, he does, but he’s reborn. Stronger, more alert, and so insatiably hungry. Scared and starved, even prior to his new life, he leaves the now darkened apartment and abandons the confusing pile of ashes in search of food. He doesn’t make it to a restaurant, however, when this newfound hunger isn’t for some local Chinese takeout. He grabs and tears into the first human he sees, smells, and feasts on their blood. Hot metallic down his throat, rejuvenating and sating him in a way he’s never known in his mortal life. This is a nightly occurrence, as he flees to London and hides in the shadows of bustling streets. For approximately a year, he’s alone. Terrified and ravenous, with no family or others of his kind to lean on.

2017–2023. Eventually, another vampire finds him, caked in blood and nothing short of feral. A wide-eyed, rabid animal with mounting murders on his hands. Other vampires will not stand for this, when Jasim is a threat to exposing their kind and worsening their issues with hunters. He has a choice: die or assimilate. He chooses the latter, for the most part. It takes time, and effort, and even more bloodshed. But, he humanizes himself little by little, learns to cover his tracks and throw both hunters and law enforcement off of his trail. He discovers more within this supernatural underbelly of the world—other vampires, witches, even fae, banshees and angels to a lesser degree, including a nasty run in with a creature as feral as he is. He’s not perfect and, in many ways, he hasn’t shaken that untamed streak in him. However, he’s better at hiding, soon rejoining the mortal world as a semi-fit individual for society.

2023–present day. To further prove that he’s changed (and to escape a hunter that discovered him, with a handful of instances of cat and mouse, as well as outright torture), Jasim moves to Blackwater from London in early 2023. He finally gets to put his veterinary degree and skills to use again, working at the town’s animal hospital and throwing himself into this work full force, using his newfound abilities to better care for animals. All the while, he’s trying to truly live life again, now that he has a long one ahead of him. He’s not perfect, he hunts nightly with the increasing death toll at least partially his responsibility, but he’s better. Able to hide when he needs to and come out when he has to.

― HEADCANONS (content warning for: N/A).

He doesn’t like humans. Their value and his respect for them tanked shortly after becoming a vampire, realizing how weak and fickle mortals truly are. Humans are, as far as he’s aware, prey and nothing more. Despite this, he’s careful to not expose himself too much, instead coming off as merely a strange individual.

Coffee and cigarettes are basically necessary for his survival. If you want to be on his good side, slide a cup of hot black coffee and a pack of Marlboro Light 100s his way. On that note, he also collects lighters to an excessive degree.

Fosters animals, mainly kittens and adult/senior cats, but he’ll rescue any animal. Owns a couple of cats (Rasputin and Farrah, both tabbies), a sun conure named Nanshe, and a freshwater aquarium with various fish. Basically, he prefers to spend time with animals instead of people. It’s arguably safer this way.

Can’t drive, won’t drive, will walk everywhere until he dies and he doesn’t care how inconvenient it is.

Practically known for his insatiable appetite, always feeding—or trying to, at least. This makes him a worthy target to hunters and a risk to vampires. Trust and believe, there’s been an increase in human deaths since his arrival to Blackwater.

― WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Sire not sire: Because Jasim accidentally killed his sire during his turning, he was left to flounder for roughly a year, a trail of drained bodies behind him. This simply wasn’t acceptable. So, an older vampire took reins of him and essentially “trained” him. This is essentially a mentor to him that he’s become extremely close to and even codependent on. Their relationship could be more platonic and familial, or even romantic and sexual.

Hunter eats hunter: It was about damn time that a hunter was able to nab him, following his trail in London and capturing him. It was one of the most brutal nights of Jasim’s life, rivaling his turning even, but he managed to escape. This, unfortunately for him, didn’t put an end to their cat and mouse game. It even became fun to him, for awhile, until he fled to Blackwater for safety. It seems they followed him here too.

Run rabbit run: It was a messy evening a couple years back in London, and he had fed from a human with a mix of drugs and alcohol in their blood, which only proved trouble for him. He picked a fight with the wrong person—either a hunter or another supernatural creature. Quickly, he learned what damage others could do to him, and dealt his own damage. He narrowly escaped with his life and has been hiding from this person since, fearful of them and past the point of scorned.

Ride or die: Someone Jasim has known essentially his entire life, dating back to childhood. This is likely someone of a similar age, either a human or supernatural creature/hunter who hid it from him. They’ve always remained close, except for a brief pause when he was freshly turned. He reconnected when it was safe to, explaining his situation and even outing himself as a vampire. They remained best friends despite this.

Companionship: Friends! We love friends here. Jasim is a neurotic oddball but he can be loving, gentle, and generous. So, friendships of all varieties and levels of closeness are welcome.

Dalliances (past and present): He is, for lack of a better word, a damn trollop. Sex is often how he lures in humans to feed, much like his sire had done to him. Beyond this, he just likes to sleep around and connect intimately. FWBs, one-time hookups, and even possible relationships are invited to the party! Additionally, exes are also a possibility, before and after his turning.

Adversaries: Sure, he can be friendly, but he can also be the exact opposite. This has resulted in quite the long list of people who don’t like him and vice versa. People whose family members he’s drained and killed, vampires who don’t like his esurient and careless nature, hunters or other supernaturals he has bad blood with, etc.

Patients: One common ground he can have, however, is a love of animals. As a veterinarian, he sees many animals, day in and day out. He even helps to adopt out the wonderful pets of Blackwater. So, if your muse has a pet or has rescued an animal off the streets, chances are Jasim’s seen them.

Species specific - vampires: His semi-new kin. He’s incredibly biased towards vampires, preferring their company above all. That being said, he’s not always liked by others of his kind. He tends to gravitate towards and try to build close relationships with other vampires.

Species specific - witches: Limited experience and he’s slightly apprehensive towards them, sensing and smelling the power in their blood. Despite this, he’s open to friendships and learning about their magic, willing to help those he’s particularly close to.

Species specific - humans: Fodder to fuck and feed from. There’s no value to a truly mortal life, in his eyes, and he gladly uses humans to sustain himself. He has no qualms with using compulsion on them, either. Yet, there may just be a human he softens up for, finding value in and wanting to keep… perhaps even turn into a vampire as well.

Species specific - hunters: He’s terrified and avoidant, keeping a safe distance to preserve his life. Again, this is fallible and he can’t ignore them forever, especially as he does like the chase… what? It makes him feel wanted for a short moment in time. Regardless, he’s a problematic vampire that’s attracted the attention of some hunters.

[korolife]

Blog No.000🧺 24年4月5日

『KoroLife』 : (I wish for) A Colorful Life

in hindsight I probably should've started with this introduction but ah well

Hello! I go by Aki Shourikawa, also known as TheAwesomeAki-kun from DeviantArt. Ever since dA "died" in 2019, I felt like I lost a place where creativity and the fun aspects of making art was celebrated and utilized. With the character-limiting, trend-chasing, confusing censorshipping, popularity-prioritizing algorithms and systems most social media sites use, I lost an outlet for expressing my scattered thoughts and experiences throughout my art journey.

Even though talking to the void for not having a following was normal to me even from my dA days, it felt especially lonely the past few years trying to move everything and start anew to cold, uncaring websites who valued clicks more than integrity or ingenuity. So much so that I just felt like I shouldn't even try doing anything apart from quietly feeling inadequate and too incompetent for anyone else outside my own head.

Outside of being a creator, I can hardly find artists I'd like to follow as a viewer in these sites now compared to before; when all the recommended recommendations tend to be the hundred-thousand-eyeball-popular artists that usually ➀cater to a younger demographic for profit, or just ➁follow along with whatever is currently trending and mirror what other artists already made. Not that there's anything bad about understanding your market and making profit off of it! It's just... art, to me, has always been an escape from ridiculous societal standings, hierarchies, or denomination prejudices present in day-to-day lifeーEveryone is capable of drawing or making art, and that's something I've always liked about it. But even if bad apples with bad takes are probably just a minority to an otherwise wholesome majority of artists out there... the idea of transforming the creation of art into a pure competitive market, or even some kind of 'content' generator somehow leaves a bad taste in my mouth, personally.

I want to see more of artists who create their own art as a showcase of how they perceive the world in their unique sense and style, just because! But those types (especially ones without a following) seem to keep getting shadowbanned, stunted, and pushed away by unquenchable zombie algorithms that push and normalize this trend.

There's a lot of laughably bad things to say about DeviantArt's online reputation, but I found that a lot of like-minded lurkers were easier to find back then + genuinely interact with beyond one-word compliments and befriend over a common interest (art!) regardless of following size, skill level, or what have you...compared to how it is these days where it's a ridiculous..."looking for art moots, but I will be picky❤"-kinda world. It was probably because it was focused as an art website and not just a really broad scope of 'social media' site where everything non-art also goes down the hatch...that was the case for old dA, at least.

Now, enter Tumblr!ーa site that I've been extremely familiar with even before I started uploading my stuff online, even though I haven't used it myself mostly because of DRAMAtical Murder memes ngl- and while I understand it still contains most of the flaws I've listed of other social media websites... it's meant to be a blogging site! With multiple blogs for multiple different things! That'll work great for me!... with my category-varied 2.4k submissions on old dA...I think!!

So instead of moping around for halcyon days as I did the past 4 years or so now, through Tumblr's platform... I wanted to get back to being productive again and document an aspect of my life that I wish to be filled with different colors and flavors. Through this nonsensical ramblingy, longass tangent about not liking other social media sites in comparison to old dAーalreadyーI'm doing it now!!

I want to learn all sorts of things when it comes to drawing, so I want to share all the failed experiments, confusing experiences, and silly things that generally makes me a little happy when I'm drawing. Even though I'll probably still be talking to the void...I think even the void will appreciate having more than 280 characters to use without sounding like an incoherent, shattered fortune cookie prophecy.

And if somehow, somewhere, someone finds and reads through them.... I hope they can give some form of motivation, inspiration, entertainment, or a cautionary tale for your own artistic endeavors, maybe? like, underestimating your deadlines and procrastinating at the last day, then panic upon the realization that you should've started like a wholeass year ago to finish the task at hand, then proceed with praying to a god (of your choice) and cramming until the very last minute til you nearly break your hands! Me and my 7-, 11-, 14-, 19- and 23-year-old selves do not recommend this at all! Tune in next week for more wild experiences that will summon forth bombasticeth side-eyes!!-

See you around, and for now, I hope you have a nice day ahead! 'v')/

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[indigowallbreaker]

31, for kiss prompt, with edelgrid (edelgard/ingrid)?

Transman Ingrid for all! Enjoy!

31. Kiss at Dusk

(Currently accepting rare ships! Click here for the info post!)

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“I was thinking of announcing our engagement soon.”

Ingrid, who had a mouthful of fruit and herring tart, looked over at Edelgard with alarm. Edelgard laughed. “I’m sorry, I suppose I timed that wrong.”

Narrowing his eyes, Ingrid tried to both elegantly and quickly swallow his bite of dinner-- with mixed success. “Do you think the people are ready to know?” Ingrid asked, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. Flakes of crust stuck to his lips that he tried to brush away before his lover could notice.

“I am certainly ready for the people to know. We hadn’t exactly been subtle about our courtship. An official announcement might stop the rumors that I’m turning into a Kingdom puppet, or that you are attempting to get close to me to carry out an assassination.

Ingrid shook his head. “Are people still saying such things? It’s been nearly three years since our relationship became known to the public. I could have killed you hundreds of times by now. Not that I ever planned to!” He hurried to add when Edelgard laughed again. 

“I know, I know,” Edelgard assured, taking Ingrid’s hand on the tabletop. “It’s always been an absurd idea.” She ran her thumb across Ingrid’s knuckles. A frown creased her face that Ingrid didn’t like.

Pushing away his dinner plate, Ingrid placed his other hand over Edelgard’s. “What is it?” He pressed. 

Edelgard met Ingrid’s eye. The sun was setting over Enbarr, feeble rays of light catching on the gold in Edelgard’s outfit in one last hurrah for the day. Ingrid couldn’t help but smile. Getting to witness the Emperor’s emotions so unguarded was a privilege he has earned during the war. He planned to never lose this love and trust. 

“I don’t want to pressure you into a such a personal decision.” Edelgard began carefully. “I have written up the announcement already but, what name should I put for my husband to be?”

Ah. Ingrid turned to the window. He should have know that’s what this was about. It had been only six months since he started using male pronouns and dressing in more masculine-styled attire. This transition was still new territory for himself and Edelgard-- and thoughts of a different name still caused a fearful sort of excitement to fill Ingrid. 

“I’ve been thinking it over,” Ingrid said with no small amount of hesitation. “There’s a few that I like but I don’t know if any fit.”

Edelgard took Ingrid gently by the chin and made him face her again. “Such as?” She prompted.

“Well... there’s Lykos and Everard. And then Claude had a suggestion too.”

“Claude? You spoke about this with Claude before me?”

“It came up at that summit in spring. I asked him where his name came from and we got to talking.” Ingrid took the hand Edelgard still held to his chin and brought it up for a kiss. “If it helps,” he continued sheepishly, “I don’t know how many of his suggestions were legitimate. He does like to tease.”

The affronted look that had taken Edelgard’s face at the mention Claude softened. “That he does,” Edelgard conceded. “What did he suggest?”

“Irfan. It means “knowledge” or “awareness” in Almyran, if he is to be believed.”

“And where do Lykos and Everard come from?”

“Everard was brother to the king of Faerghus about five or six centuries ago. He never became king himself, but he fought in many battles to ensure peace across the Kingdom. Lykos--” here Ingrid paused and offered an awkward smile. “He was a wolf companion in a storybook Glenn used to read us.”

Edelgard nodded as if fairytales were serious business. “They seem like good names. Which one speaks to you the most?”

Ingrid bit his lip, letting Edelgard’s hands slip from his as he sat back in his chair. “I don’t know. I don’t think people would like me parading around the new Empire with the name of an ancient Kingdom royal. It’s probably foolish to choose a name from a children’s book. And of course, Irfan might offend people who are still uneasy about--”

Getting to her feet, Edelgard gripped the back of Ingrid’s chair with one hand and leaned right into Ingrid’s face. He tensed as those eyes narrowed at him. He vaguely thought it would be better to have a weapon in hand if he was to be stared at with such intensity. 

“I did not ask how the world felt about these names.” Edelgard’s voice was deliberate. Commanding. “I asked how you felt about them. You are the one who has to live with it. I’ll task again-- which one speaks to you the most?”

Ingrid opened and closed his mouth. Years of being at Edelgard’s side-- through peace talks with Almyra and the reorganizing the Kingdom and outsting Empire nobles-- and Ingrid never got used to being near that gaze. 

After a lengthy pause, Edelgard smiled. “Allow me to assist. How does Irfan von Hresvelg sound?” Ingrid’s heart beat loudly in his ears. “No? Maybe Lykos von Hresvelg.” 

“Edelgard--”

“Everard von Hresvelg? If you’re looking to history for names you might consider Derick, a past prime minister who ended up marrying the Emperor at the time. You will be sharing his fate after--”

Ingrid pulled Edelgard down by the collar and kissed her. Dusk had officially fallen and their dinners were now cold, but Ingrid didn’t care. The world could have ended outside the palace window and Ingrid wouldn’t have let Edelgard go. 

When they finally did part, Edelgard cupping his cheeks with both hands, Ingrid’s head still spinning. “I will write use Ingrid for now,” Edelgard murmured. “If you choose a different name by the time we marry, we will use that in the wedding announcement.”

“I love you,” Ingrid could only think to say.

Edelgard chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Just so you know, Ingrid von Hresvelg is perfectly acceptable.”

Ingrid kissed her again. And again. And soon dinner was forgotten in favor of laughter and tugs towards the door and more suggestions for a good name of Edelgard’s future husband. 

[incorrectcoldflashblog]

For the WIP asks:

3, 6, 7, 9, 14, 15, 22, 23, 24, 26

Look. I wanted to say ‘ALL!’ so, believe it or not, this is actually me reining it in! 😆

3. what’s a wip that you’ve procrastinated on the longest? why?

I mean, it has to be my Fake Dating AU (for Coldflash, of course). I’m mostly procrastinating really getting started on it because I know it’s gonna be on the longer side and I’m in the middle of posting another big project of mine so I really cannot handle having to write both at once (no matter how much I might want to, haha, but unfortunately I’m trying to be reasonable).

6. write 3 sentences of any wip you’d like, post it in the answer.

Barry has been the one to make every move. Len wouldn’t have. He promised himself that he would only take as much as he was given.

7. do you outline before writing? if so, what’s your outlining process like?

Not really? I’m kind of a mess about outlining to be quite frank, I always know vaguely where I’m going but that’s about it!

9. what are you struggling with the most in finishing your current wip(s)?

Scene transition, which is always a big problem for me honestly. Figuring out how to get from point A to point B in a way that’s not too abrupt and makes sense.

14. what’s your favorite thing about writing?

When things suddenly click into place after you’ve been stuck for a while.

15. what’s your least favorite thing about writing?

English hard :(

22. when do you know you’re really in a writing frenzy?

To be honest lot of the times writing in English is very much like hitting my head repeatedly against a brick wall for me so writing frenzy? I don’t know about that, lol. I’m just glad when I’m able to write for a while before hitting the wall!

23. what’s something that you think all writers should know?

Oh I really don’t think I have the writing chops to answer that!

24. do you have a writer you look up to in terms of writing routines/style?

I don’t really have a writing routine per say but in terms of style and characterization @moriavis was probably the biggest inspiration for the way I write Coldflash, especially in my current series.

26. is there a wip you’d like to see recreated in a new medium (ie. movie, audio drama podcast, web series, animation, musical)?

Lol, no? Not that it wouldn’t be fun to watch a Coldflash musical XD But yeah I don’t have any other ambition than to write fic and hopefully have a couple people like it too.

I hope I haven’t forgotten any of your questions and thank you so much for asking me so many of them <3

WIP Ask Game

[mizkit]

new blog post: Aeon Timeline & Scrivener: a how-to for syncing

new blog post on https://mizkit.com/aeon-timeline-scrivener-a-how-to-for-syncing/

Aeon Timeline & Scrivener: a how-to for syncing

Okay, background:

I have spent years fiddling with Aeon Timeline. I love the visuals on it, I like having a timeline for my books, and I know it’s way more useful than I’ve been using it for, but I have not, for the life of me, been able to make it sync with Scrivener, which it’s Supposed To Do.

Like, I’ve spent ages looking for tutorials and…yeah, anyway, there weren’t any, or weren’t any that were useful to me. I feel the documentation for the program was probably written by the developers, who understand how it all work and are therefore somewhat opaque. So I finally asked on the Aeon Timeline forums, where they…were pretty opaque, honestly. They explained something basically entirely wrong, but with just enough useful information that I was able to gradually kludge my way through to DOING WHAT I WANTED IT TO!!

And now I’m going to tell you how to do it, with 1990s style screenshots because…look, it’ll work, and that’s what matters. Follow all of this and at the end you’ll be able to sync a functional timeline from Scrivener into Aeon Timeline 3.

For the purposes of this tutorial, we’re going to assume a brand new timeline using a standard calendar, because I haven’t tried going beyond that yet.

Open Aeon Timeline (AT3 from here on out).

Choose ‘New Timeline > Fiction > Novel’

From here, it’ll offer you the standard settings; click Next

I don’t personally care about tracking a narrative exclusive of the timeline (I don’t even know what it means), but will leave that checked:

it asks if you want to start from scratch or sync a Scrivener project; click sync

You would think it would now offer you the option to open the Scrivener project. Instead you get this:

What you want to do now is go to the vertical menu on the left and select sync:

I’m going to sync my novella COMING TO AMERICA, which has enough moving parts to make it all useful. Click ‘set up syncing’

Click ‘Scrivener’

Select your project. I’m going to assume you can manage that without a screenshot.

It’ll give you this screen when you’ve done that:

(My novella is in Scrivener as a short story, so that’s what AT3 defaults to for its ‘Narrative folder.’)

You are going to want to sync CHARACTERS and PLACES from this window as well. Click ADD FOLDER. It’ll give you a dropdown:

Select Characters; it will then say ‘None’ across from that in the dropdown. Select ‘Character’ from that dropdown.

I have not figured out the ‘flat list’ vs ‘nested list’ thing yet, so I’m ignoring it.

Do the same thing again: ADD FOLDER > PLACES > LOCATION

It’s not robust enough to let you add character groups and story arcs at this point, because those have to be selected from the top level (ie, characters, places, etc) and you can’t reselect it. I dunno, I didn’t write it. :)

You should now have a page that looks like this:

Click ‘next’.

Ok, I need to be clear now that there is a lot of great stuff in here that I have absolutely no use for/understanding of, so I’m sticking with the real basics. The point is, they all work this way, though. So.

We are going to work with ‘Start Date’ and ‘End Date’ here. The rest you can deal with yourself.

Currently, it says Start Date > None, with a dropdown menu on the “None.” You want to click on that and select “Create New.”

Same with End Date.

Now, if you’re like me, you’re like “ok but where the $P(*& do I actually create the new thing?” The answer is, you don’t. AT3 and Scrivener are going to work together to do it for you.

So it now looks like this:

Click ‘Next’. The default setting for the next page is ‘Keywords’…

…but we want it to be the dropdown option ‘Custom Fields’:

This is where it starts getting really sexy.

For every field you want to be able to fill out in your Scrivener metadata, change the dropdown from ‘None’ to ‘Create New’

Click OK.

Now, ONCE MORE, instead of just syncing it like you think it would, it goes back to the main AT3 screen:

And your Scrivener page, where you have opened the ‘Custom Metadata’ over under the info tab on the right, looks like this:

In AT3, click ‘Sync Now’

It will restart your Scrivener app. When Scrivener opens again, this magic thing will have happened:

Now, you have to change the date format from DATE to TEXT in the custom metadata for Scrivener (at least if you want dates set before 0AD, which I do for these purposes, and also presumably if you’re doing an entire custom calendar). Click on the three dots on the right (circled), and when the popup window appears, select ‘Text’ instead of ‘Date’ from the dropdown.

Now you can put in your custom metadata. It’s single-line text stuff; if you have 2 or more participants or observers in a scene, you hit enter between each one, so they’re not on the same line.

So now if you pop back over to AT3, you’ll see that it’s telling you that 1. there’s no timeline data for it to display, and 2. OMG YOU’RE OUT OF SYNC

Click sync now. :)

And now, et voifuckingla, you have items populated in your timeline:

and your character information in the inspector panel has updated:

AND if you go back to Scrivener, you will see that your Characters and Places folders have ALSO updated with the characters who are now in AT3.

And look, at this point, you know most of what I know. There are a couple of things I can add, but will add to a different post, because this one is already incredibly long and full of screenshots like it’s 1996, but this is fundamentally how you make Scrivener talk to Aeon Timeline 3 in an actively useful way.

[mcgravin]

(this post from @foone​ got me thinking about a post I had been working on and saved in drafts, so I finished it up and here it is)

Thinking about the current discourse around AI—generative art trained on people's copyrighted works, ChatGPT writing essays for high school students, the hilarious failure of Bing's AI chatbot assistant, and on and on—and it made me want to go back and read one of the classics of scifi about AI, Asimov's short story ["The Last Question"](http://users.ece.cmu.edu/~gamvrosi/thelastq.html). I want to look back on this story as a time capsule of what we knew computers and AI could be at the time it was written. Spoilers below for a 67 year old scifi short story; go read it first, it's pretty good!

[image ID: the cover of Science Fiction Quarterly, November 1956, featuring "The Last Question" by Isaac Asimov; the image on the cover is of a man standing in front of a landed rocket and wearing a red, military-style uniform and interesting helmet, clutching a ray gun that seems inspired by the Thompson submachine gun, looking over his shoulder at a group of "tribal" looking native aliens with yellow-green skin; I interpret the man's expression as a sneer of disgust or possibly suspicion]

I hadn't read it in a while, but it's one of my favorites. I remember the broad arc of the story, but not specific details. So the second paragraph really threw me for a loop:

> Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face -- miles and miles of face -- of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.

Let's break that down, keeping in mind that the start of the story is set in May, 2061, almost 40 years from now: 1. The computer* Multivac has attendant*s* (multiple). 2. It has a "face" (the interface, presumably) that is "miles and miles" long and is "giant", so we can conclude that the body of the computer is likely the size of a building and occupies an entire warehouse-sized space if not multiple warehouses. 3. It's largely composed of relays (explaining why it's described as "clicking").

(* From this description, along with the story's description of its abilities, Multivac would probably be considered a supercomputer, but supercomputing wasn't really a well-known concept until the first supercomputers were built in early 1960s, so Asimov very plausibly wouldn't have known the term. Compare the description of Multivac with the fastest modern supercomputer, Frontier, built by HPE Cray and AMD at Oak Ridge National Laboratory. Frontier occupies seventy-four 19-inch server rack cabinets, giving it a "face" of probably a bit more than 120 feet.)

From this, it seems clear that even in the world of speculative fiction, someone as forward thinking as Asimov had not yet foreseen the explosive potential of the transistor to miniaturize computers. In fact, I at first wondered if he would have even been particularly aware of the discovery of the transistor*, since it had only been proposed as a concept in 1926 and the first working example was created in 1947. In an amusing coincidence, the story was published in Nov 1956, just barely more than a month before the 1956 Nobel Prize would be awarded in December to the Bell Labs team that created that first working transistor. It would still be 9 years yet until Moore's Law would be posited in 1965.

(* Just as an aside, he does mention transistors in the story, exactly once. After the first section of the story taking place in May 2061, each section jumps forward in time. The second section takes place an unspecified number of years further in the future, when mankind can travel through hyperspace to colonize new worlds. The story says "In place of transistors, had come molecular valves so that even the largest Planetary AC could be put into a space only half the volume of a spaceship.", so Asimov acknowledges the transistor and discards it all in one breath, and computers are still massive things.)

Bringing this back to the starting point, all of this has me thinking about the oncoming tidal wave of AI and wondering where our predictive gaps are in guessing exactly how extensively AI is going to totally disrupt work, the economy, politics, society, and just day to day life in general. Is quantum computing the modern equivalent of the transistor? As it stands, it's currently right on that cusp between scifi and reality—in limited use, but largely still under research and not yet anywhere near the potential we've been able to predict—like the transistor was in '56. Or will it be some other technology we haven't even considered?

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Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”