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Ro's Monthly Edit

[yes, this used to be bi-weekly and then that failed, so I'm gonna try this now...]

March 11th, 2024 - April 7th, 2024

This month included 7 works, including chapters from 2 series (excerpts below the cut) and various ficlets/headcanon for an ask game.

Horny Teen, part two, from Hideout (explicit) touch-starved Nomad!Steve Rogers x motel employee!Reader

“Not—not a nightmare,” he whispers. “Just ignore it.” Steve’s voice is husky, his grip on the back of your knee tight and unyielding, keeping you from trapping him between your legs. Your impulse is to soothe him, to tell him he is fine and it is okay to be turned on, generally, when naked and pressed to someone you find attractive—hell, you definitely are—but if he wants you to ignore it, if he’d rather not, if it’s too soon or too hot (metaphorically, physically) or just too much right now, then you respect that. None of this has ever been about making him feel like how he chooses to receive affection is wrong.

New Parent Panic, from Bedrock and Blueprints best friends-to-lovers Ari Levinson x Reader

Ari's still-booted feet land heavily beside you again. "Then I'll take her now," he grits through clenched teeth, "and you can use the bathroom." "No. I already have her." "Fine. I'll be right back." "Take your time." The way you lace the words with a sickly sweet melody has Ari spinning on a heel and staring at you through his long eyelashes, a tick in his jaw stopping him from saying something he might regret. "Kid," he finally sighs, "just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." He runs a hand over his beard while he waits for your answer. A few seconds later, his hip juts out, arms akimbo, and he bites his bottom lip expectantly. You just walk off toward your phone on the kitchen counter and call the nurse hotline back.

New Parent Panic (Ari's POV), from Bedrock and Blueprints best friends-to-lovers Ari Levinson x Reader

Rachel has, eh, sorta stopped crying by the time the bottle is empty. She kicks her chubby legs out and stares at Ari with huge eyes, snorting with each exhale. He does the suction thingy to clear her nose, just like you taught him, and then it's Daddy-Daughter drug time. Diaper change is next, and then because Ari happened to put on his favorite navy blue sweatshirt, he pulls out Rachel's navy blue onesie. Sue him. It's cute to match his kid. Her big eyes get heavier and heavier, so Ari takes his chance to go check on you before Rach is even fully asleep. He slips his shoes back on without tying them. He's happy the first words out of your mouth once he opens the car door aren't an apology. Goodness knows when he needs a minute, he needs a minute. There's nothing wrong with that. Ari wishes it weren't his fault though. "Is she okay?" you ask with a watery voice.

Dirty Asks from this game:

A - Alone Time with Steve Rogers

B - O - W - Bondage, Outdoor, and Water with Ari x Reader from Bedrock and Blueprints series

U - Underwear with Ransom Drysdale

L - S - Lighting and Sleepy Sex with Ransom x Reader from The Root of All Ransom series

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Hey Guys!

So, the first part of this update will be me partly rambling, so bare with me! It’s really just me, kind of talking through my thought process and letting you guys know how updates will go and things like that! I didn’t really write this week, primarily because of work. Healthcare right now is no joke (thanks to Omarion, aka Omicron 😒😒😒), and so I’ve been really overwhelmed with that.

With that being said, I currently have about 5k words written as of now (which isn’t a lot 😅😅), but I’m slowly making the progress! I’m fighting codes and trying to ensure that passages are leading to where they need to and that stats are showing up correctly. I’ve also been writing out the different backgrounds you guys can choose from and making sure that the stats I allocate towards them make sense; as of now, there are 3 backgrounds to choose from, and each one has an ability that is associated with it (along with a curse). I’m estimating that I hopefully will have at least 10k done by the first week of January.

The demo release will have the prelude and then the beginning of the first game (Feelin’ Alright Doc?); afterward, I’ll be focusing solely on that storyline; making the lore for it and incorporating your paths, inventory, and your dead ends. I know I want to get some sensitivity players and beta testers before I release anything because I want to make sure that I am correctly representing the different cultures, ethnicities, and communities that I am including in this game. However, I am getting ahead of myself, so I’ll just wait until I’m closer to my stop point before I make the sound off.

Moving forward, I think I will stick with Monthly updates? I thought about Bi-Weekly ones, but like I stated earlier, I don’t really know how often I’ll be able to work on the game due to work. As of now, I’ll just play it by ear. Also, I am answering asks, so if you have any questions about characters or RO’s, please let me know!

Goals for Next Month

Finish the Prelude+Beginning of the Game

Create RO Character Profiles in Twine

Edit, Edit, Edit

Release an interest form for demo testing?

Maybe create a discord?

Love you guys, stay safe and I’ll see you at the end of January! 🤎🤎

#a trial of horror #if wip #interactive novel #interactive game #interactive story #twine #twine game #progress update #atrial-ofhorror-if #cyoa #interactive fiction #if game

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causal bby devlog - 02/19/21

So, technically, I’m back to “writing” and I have been working, hitting my 300-500 words a day which has been nice! But I’ve been really unmotivated lately, feeling really down, and just being hard on my writing and I tend to fall into periods of that. But I’m aware of it and I know taking it easy is better for me in the long run, working on a project like this. So, I’m probably gonna start do bi-weekly, twice a month logs like this with more to update on, rather than the usual weekly ones!

My focus right now is on planning and organizing. When I started laf I just kinda stuck variables wherever and named them whatever seemed right at the time and it’s gotten confusing and all lost. Now that we’re hitting larger chunks of narrative, where I need to recall a var from ten passages ago, it’ll save me so much time to have a masterlist to refer to. That’s mostly where I’ve sunk my time this and last week. 

The other thing I’ve done is started using Tweego, it sounds and looks much spookier than what it actually is. It’s really just a way of keeping track all of your passages(those little boxes that you have open and close individually to edit in the twine app). Tweego compiles them into one or a few text files that is easily managed in your prefered text editor. Moving over to this system(and I’m not being hyperbolic) has saved me hours! Before this, I would write in word, copy/paste into a text editor with syntax highlighting(the colors) for sugarcube, then copy/paste again into Twine. This process took forever and made bug fixes, testing, etc. take forever. 

Narrative wise, ch 1 is mostly planned out. I know kinda how I want the scenes to play out but I also have a decent idea of how long it’s gonna take me to finish the full thing....and yeah, it’s a while. Chapter one’s first scene is a picnic where you’ll have a chance to meet the other ro’s you missed during the opening ball. Which! is exciting! But! It means six different variations of the same scene;-; I’m gonna try to make all that variation worth the replay but yea I can forsee some struggling with that. We’re also meeting some new side characters!! Some of Miss Merritt’s town friends, in addition to Janet and Ben, here’s what they pretty much look like^^

(side note: this dressup is so cute! very much recommend!) 

Also I think I mentioned some side project stuff would be coming out this or next month and that’s on hold at the moment.... I had planned on working in choicescript for that but I’m considering moving that to Twine or maybe experimenting with inky(another kind of text-based narrative program)

But that’s about it! I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy, and happy<3333

#ty freya for showing me twee #you have my entire heart<3 #salty talks #devlog #update #interactive fiction

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Goong: The Royal Palace by Park So-hee

In terms of lost royalty, the Korean monarchy was basically dissolved in 1910 ending over 500 years of the Joseon dynasty when the Empire of Japan annexed the Korean Peninsula.

94 years later after visiting the Three Kingdoms period tomb of King Kim Su-ro in 10th grade South Korean student Park So-hee was sadden seeing parts of the nearby old palace so devoid of life but, also inspired. Imagining too another historical spot like Gyeongbokgung in Seoul would be more vibrant with a royal family, who could further contribute to preserving the traditional culture, became something of an obsession. As an adult and pro comic artist after a magazine she worked for ceased publication and again feeling down Park took a chance mentioning her high school idea to another editor she was working with for a short comic. Intrigued, the magazine Wink ended up wanting to publish the series and asked her to create Goong instead. So, from 2002 for the next ten years at a grueling bi-weekly schedule Park would see her dream achieved. The comedic and sometimes melodramatic series of a 21st century Korea with a still powerful royal family about to gain a commoner for its newest crown princess finally clocking in at 28 volumes. During this time Goong would further appear in translated editions and be adapted to a 24-episode TV drama in 2006 and musical in 2010, among later remakes.

Different in several ways as adaptations are, at the time it would still be years before Park finished her comic and the 2006 TV series also features a different ending at her request. The young main cast in 2006 was fairly inexperienced, marking Yoon Eun-hye’s acting debut as commoner turned Crown Princess Shin Chae-kyung, the first lead role for Ju Ji-hoon as Crown Prince Lee Shin, Kim Jeong-hoon coming off singing duo UN’s disbandment as Prince Lee Yul, and the first TV drama for Song Ji-hyo at series start in the role of the Crown Prince’s girlfriend Hyo-rin. Despite some audience contention and criticism over casting and performance the South Korean TV adaptation proved to be successful too. Not just receiving awards in its home country but part of a growing Korean Wave of pop culture inundating audiences overseas. In English Goong took different names as Palace or Princess Hours. Featuring memorable music and praised for its elaborate costumes and locations matching the detailed art of the comic the drama brought new light to aspects of Korean culture in the past and present, too helping international audiences have greater respect for such media coming from outside their countries.

And 15 years later, Goong remains a show I still enjoy watching, just as the comic is a fun re-read. While citizens of countries still today with monarchies of one form or another may not all have positive feelings about their royals, the question of the place and future for such in societies long debated, it is hard to deny the soft power and influence such figures can also wield. Just as while the likes of soap operas may be changed from where they started out, such narratives still can draw the viewer in, out, and in again following the journey and lives of characters swinging from the more domestic to unusual, through the many twists and turns.

 Goong: The Royal Palace by Park So-hee is available in English translated by HyeYoung Im, adaptation J. Torres, lettering Teri Delgado and Marshall Dillon, in print (omnibus for later volumes) and digital from Yen Press

The 2006 South Korean TV Series was released on DVD (Region 1) in English by YA Entertainment OOP

#Korean Comics #manwha #goong #park so-hee #궁 #강소희 #beat the backlist #favourite comics

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

May 21st - June 3rd, 2023

In case you missed it, here's a roundup of the fics and ficlets posted this past two weeks!

Below the cut are links and snippets from 4 works from 3 series.

Plans, part one of Time & Tines Steve Rogers x villain!Reader

Steve tilts the tea in your direction. “Here’s hoping you didn’t waste truth serum on me,” he cheers. “Might be the only drug completely useless both after and before Erskine’s formula.” You’re amused, a smirk lifting fading, dark lips. “Ah yes. Good, honest Captain America.” “To a fault.” “No.” Your seriousness stops him cold, and Steve’s smile fades. “It’s not a fault. You’re just rare.” You value honesty. He can work with that.

Too Eager, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale, Rated Mature Ari Levinson x best friend!Reader

“Let’s get you comfy, okay?” He rolls the zipper of your skirt down at your side and yanks it free slowly. He runs his hands up your body and back, under your blouse, to unhook your bra, ghosting a kiss to your clothed chest before sitting back up to tug at your tights. He didn’t say anything about you only taking your shoes off at the edge of the couch, which means Ari is being remarkably controlled for how much he hates shoes in the house. As he playfully shimmies the long and frustrating tubes of nylon over your feet, you sit up to pull off everything up top, letting the blouse and bra drop to the floor and crossing your arms over your bare chest. “Cold?” You nod, and Ari takes off his own t-shirt right there to help you into. It’s warm from his body and each fiber smells deeply of a decade of comfort. His hands return to holding your thighs. “Better?” Yes, but you don’t want to talk about it.

Sad Sack, a Common Education drabble Jimmy Dobyne x professor!Reader

"Is this because of one paper? Did something happen in another class?" You stop yourself from ripping the smoke right out of his mouth so he'll look you in the eye. Jimmy shakes his head and does it for you, rolling his tongue over chapped lips and then holding them in. "No, ma'am." You relax a little, waiting for him to elaborate. You're waiting the whole time Jimmy mulls over his cigarette. He takes out a lighter and then thinks better of it and shoves it back in his pants, leaving the hand buried in his pocket. "Can't have you thinking of me like that," he mumbles. "Like what if I just get worse? What if I'm stupid and...I don't want you to see me that way."

Reversal Point, part five of Threadbare Steve Rogers x fashion designer!Reader

It’s Hellfire Night. There’s a crackle of road gravel as the limousine pulls right up to your curb, but you don’t see Steve first. Sam Wilson pops his head and torso out of the sunroof with a beaming white smile. “Ah yes, the woman of the hour,” he coos before glancing back down into the backseat. “Close your mouth, buddy. You’re gonna swallow a bug.” You giggle and approach the shiny black car. The door latch opens from the inside. “You look ama—“ Thud. Steve whacks his head on the door rim trying to step out. “Oh gosh, are you okay?” You make it to him just as Steve stands up straight on the sidewalk. It’s easy and instinctive, meant to be, the way his hands settle against your arms and sweep down to hold your delicately gloved hands. “You’re stunning,” Steve whispers. “That’s not a concussion talking?” “He’ll survive,” Sam yells from inside the car. “Pretty sure he ran through several solid walls just to get to the showers after our run.” “It was one glass door and I didn’t see it close after Davis,” Steve barks over his shoulder.  You tick your head up toward your apartment. “You and the windows, handsome. Not friends, huh?” He rolls his glittering blue eyes playfully, huffing, “Don’t you start.”

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

February 12th - February 25th, 2023

In case you missed it, here are the fics and ficlets posted within the last two weeks!

Below the cut are links and snippets of 6 parts from 4 series:

Gifts Given, a mini-tale from The Root of All Ransom Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader, enemies-to-lovers

“I was gonna see you off,” you huff, grabbing his elbow gently. He leans to kiss your cheek, a smooth way to cover up his whisper of, “second only to getting me off, but—“ he pulls the card out of your reach “—this is important, too.” “Seriously, Ransom, I can just cancel it under the room.” He tosses his card dramatically over the desk, making the poor hostess scramble to retrieve it. “Oops. I guess they already have my card on file, so unless you want to waste my money, sweetheart…”

The Things We Do For Love, a mini-tale for Fools Rush In Steve Rogers x wife!Reader (Sketch & Keeps)

“Yeah, yeah, Keeps. Less talking, more washing.” He turns on the water. He imagines you can’t even feel the temperature through the layer. “Don’t be an ass.” He grimaces at the color thinning on its journey down the drain. “Don’t smell like one and we’ll talk.” Your husband points to the back of the shower for you to drop your now malleable clothes and shoves the bar soap in your hands. For good measure, he drizzles liquid body wash down your back. He waits for most of the ick to rinse from your hair and face before helping scrub shampoo through. It’s…unclear if the smell is lingering on the clothes and tile only or if you still stink. “Uh god,” he coughs out, “should I get the vinegar? Would that do it?”

Alone Together, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale Ari Levinson x best friend!Reader

Your hazy gaze rakes up a very tall man in dark jeans and a dress shirt—well, as dressy of a shirt as Ari Levinson owns. “Hey,” he mutters with a smile. The tension in your chest boils over, face cracking into an ugly sob because he’s here. The perpetual anti-Valentine hauled ass across town for you…and you’ve had no food with alcohol. “Okay, alright,” Ari hushes, kneeling down so you can bury your face in his (thankfully dark) shirt. The hug masks that you are not happy from other patrons, and his position seems to give a few onlookers the wrong idea. A few people start clapping. Others join in and start ‘aww’ing you. They think Ari’s just proposed to you, and he stiffens in your arms. “For the record, this is why I don’t do this shit,” he says in your ear, making to pull away until you grip tighter. “Just one more second,” you blubber. You’re not quite ready to be seen, and there are still people watching. He rubs your back for as long as it takes.

The Root of All Ransom, Part Five, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader, enemies to lovers

“Oh, hello, dear,” Linda chirps to you, watching Ransom sit on your other side, “don’t you look lovely.” His mother twitches her fingers like she needs a cigarette, faking an adjustment of her thick spectacles to hide the tremor, and the whole night is already worth skipping hanky panky before arrival. You do look lovely. It makes him look good. He’s winning. He needs a victory drink. When food is set down in front of you all by a catering staff, you immediately offer appreciation, and Ran parrots the ‘thank you.’ He doesn’t think much of it. He just takes your cue. Ransom has always known how to be decent; he chooses not to be out of spite…except near you. He likes looking good around you. It makes him feel like he could be good. Meg, subtle as ever, word vomits “holy shit” in response to Hugh Ransom Drysdale thanking the fucking help. When Ran catches her eye, Meg raises her brows and snaps her wrist like she’s cracking a whip. He scowls back, but his cousin is too far across the table to curse without upsetting you, so he just mouths ‘get fucked’ at her.

Judgment, from Book II of The Stark Legacy Tony Stark's daughter, coming of age epic

Sam needed to take real notes on the developing side effects of her dermal Extremis injection. She needed a secure and sterile space to take samples. Shuri was a legend in Sam’s studies; Wakandan telecommunications, armor, medical care, and weaponry had no competition the world over. She was excited to work with the Princess.   The welcome party was mercifully small, but still included several of the most important people in the country. King T’Challa himself stood poised to greet his old friend, and Princess Shuri giggled beside her brother, talking excitedly to someone on her Kimoyo beads until seeing Bucky emerge from the quinjet. “Captain Barnes,” Shuri exclaimed, “you’ve brought me gifts!” Bucky handed her the crate Banner had given him in New York. “And Miss…” but the princess never finished her thought. The handful of Wakandans all stared at Sam, still wearing a hat and casual clothing. The warrior Okoye leaned over to the king, whispering, “is it a girl?”

Seventeen, from Book II of The Stark Legacy Tony Stark's daughter, coming of age epic

“Hey, Ineffective Metal Man,” Rocket said, shaking a bottle of booze across the table, “calm down or I won’t pour you one.” “Iron…never mind. Not today.” Tony rested his head in his hand, looking out yet another small port window. Rocket sat confused. Stark had never refused to drink with him. “Why? What’s today?” “Actually, it’s my daughter’s birthday.” “Oh my god, you spawned?” Rocket blurted. His eyes shifted between the dirty looks of the others. “I mean, good for you.” “She is left on your world defenseless? That is terrible,” Drax added. “You’re probably gonna need to get her an expensive gift. Chicks like that,” Quill chimed. “What do you normally do for her birthday?” Gamora spoke to Tony directly for the first time. “A card,” Tony said, unable to turn back around, waving a hand around in apology. “Yes, one card representing someone of her choice for you to kill, an excellent gift,” Drax agreed.

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

[skipped Feb 26th-Mar 11th, included here]

March 12th - March 25th, 2023

In case you missed it, here are the fics and ficlets posted within the last four two weeks!

Below the cut are links and snippets of 4 works from 3 series:

Threadbare, Part One Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

You are a ninja with the tape measure, gentle hands sliding over his chest and waist and—Steve swallows—his hips, all while rattling off numbers…which no one writes down. Steve moves his arms and legs when told. When you’re kneeling on the edge of the platform, eye level with his crotch, Steve decides to distract himself and get some answers. “I’ve been looking forward to my first meeting with Mr. Tovarich. When might he arrive?” Tony clears his throat, wincing. “Not possible, buddy.” Steve tenses. “I thought that—“ “You can’t meet him for the first time.” Tony holds up a hand before Steve can move. “You already did. She’s measuring the distance between your balls and the floor.” Steve startles out a ‘what,’ snapping his legs shut with your hand between his thighs. “Captain Steve Rogers, please meet your favorite designer,” Tony beams, shoving his tongue against the inside of his cheek and hiking up his eyebrows. Steve shrinks, face burning. “Hello, Captain Rogers,” you introduce yourself with a lovely smile, “I will…need my hand to make your suit, sir.”

The Root of All Ransom, Part Six/Finale, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x Rich!Reader

Because Ransom needs money. He had money long before he had you. It’s what he needs the most in life. He loves money. If losing you is what it takes to keep the money… That’s the thought he can’t finish as control of the urge to come slips from his bruising fingers. His desire for his status quo is faltering. His equilibrium’s been changed. He does love money. He does. Now, to Ran's surprise, he loves you, and he has no fucking clue how to love both. He doesn’t know if can keep both. But friction is friction. He’s surrounded by the feel and sound and smell of sex. It’s familiar and more than a little haunting to him if this is the last time, but Ran crests that mountain before any coherent thoughts form. He can’t trust himself to speak. He might repeat what he never should have said aloud.

Threadbare, Part Two Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

Tony lifts his hands in surrender and starts retreating to the door. “Look, I hate to take credit—“ “No, you don’t.” Incredulous, sagging eyebrows dip below his frames. “—but I am very, very good.” He points a finger back and forth between you and Steve. “You’re welcome.” He tries to peek under a pile of sketches atop your work tote, and you rush to slap your hand down. Stark might see the other designs you’re working on, and just like he can’t know about Fisk, he can’t know about those. “Fine.” Tony puts his hands up again. “I’m going.” Steve steps to your side, apology loud in his eyes, and asks if he can make you a tea or something stronger, ya know, because Tony has that effect on people. “Yeah—“ you stare off toward the elevators where Stark remains lurking “—he’s still there,” you whisper. Steve huffs a laugh and shifts to bridge the mere inches left between you, his hand gently landing on your upper arm and planting a kiss on your forehead like a breeze. “Better make it look good then.”

The Dignity of His Choice, Reflection: Part One, Rated Mature Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader from Fools Rush In

That’s the epic truth you lost touch with when Steve was out-of-touch. People always grow; it’s just not always in the same direction. Steve has made a point to grow alongside you, and he deserves not to be alone in his efforts. You cannot fathom all that Captain Steve Rogers has endured in the last three months or the last century, but you can try. Love is walking beside someone when you can’t see the path beneath: one or both of you could have no footing, and you’ll still take that step. One stumbles, the other balances the weight until equilibrium is reached. There are plenty of steps forward, but for now, Steve melds to you, plants his feet beside yours and carries the burden of it all because he let go of your hand when he stumbled. He let go, and you still held him high. He would fall without you. He shouldn’t lose the love he walks beside, the warmth he feels close to his soul, solely because he stumbled in fear. He still stumbles as a dancer though. That consistency, at least, is as comforting as ever. Song by song, you reminisce, slowly evolving from smiles to chuckles to laughter that shakes both of you. You missed him. You missed his perspective. You missed his purity. You missed your perfectly imperfect partner. Steve’s the One in every way. He always was.

#ro's bi weekly edit #in case you missed it #threadbare #the root of all ransom #fools rush in #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfic #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fanfiction #steve rogers smut #ransom smut #steve rogers fluff

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

January 15th - January 28th, 2023

In case you missed any of the posted fics/ficlets this week, here's a quick list with snippets of each!

Five series, mini-series, and one-shot additions for your reading pleasure.

The Root of All Ransom, Part Two, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

The one thing Ransom is not around you is bored. There are people who try so damn hard, thinking whatever makes them likable is good, but none of it is real. At best, they turn out warped, misunderstood because no one knows fuck-all about them. Everything’s been curated. Everything’s been forced. That behavior has always been brutally obvious to him. He grew up surrounded by people faking everything about themselves, disingenuous people. Harlan is the only person who did not put on a front for him. They’re the same that way, but his grandfather allows people to play their little games in front of him, using the intrigue in his novels; Ransom simply tells people to fuck off and does whatever he wants. What occurs to Ran now is you don’t do anything for him. You don’t tailor your behavior to appeal to him in any way, and in fact, you seem to deliberately refuse to be appealing. You’re so obviously uninterested in most of the things Ransom spends his days (and nights) on that he wonders. He rethinks every encounter trying to pinpoint where something changed for you because why else would you pay him any mind whatsoever. He’s searching for warning signs that you’ve taken this the wrong way. He can’t let you expect something from him. Expectations are predictable. Predictable is boring. You are not boring.

Formation, Rated Mature/Dark Challenge Entry, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

He always desires that. It happens at different stages during the night but it always happens. Tonight is one of the rare times he starts slow. The day must have been bad. How can the day be worse when every day Lloyd lives is bad? You'll never ask though. You would never demand anything of him, not even to come. You've learned. You know better. You've been trained.

Wedding, from Book One of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

“Champagne?” Sam looked at him quizzically, adjusting her shawl across her shoulders and arms. “You’re old enough right?” “In several countries,” she said, “not this one.” “I won’t tell,” Tony mumbled, swiveling to grab one of the pre-poured flutes from down the bar and handed it over. His eyes flicked toward the tables. “You and that boy seem cozy.” His daughter blushed, rousing mixed feelings in Tony. Love and affection: he could remember the beginning but also the end, and now he resisted watching Sam go through the same. She didn’t take his bait. “How are Big Sam and Parker?” Tony hardly let the pour end before ripping the glass up to his lips. He tapped again. “They’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine.”

The Root of All Random, Part Three, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

For a split second, he contemplates setting the bag on fire and returning its charred remains to you or Linda or both, but instead, he stares at the beautiful thing with narrowed eyes again. He’s such a whore for nice things; he can’t damage it. In his mind, Ransom thinks about how he’ll eventually get bored with it. The bag won’t always look shiny and new. It won’t always be top quality when newer versions come out. He’ll throw it away like all the other stuff. It’s replaceable. It’s not special. It could be one of a kind, and he should not care because it’s just a bag. He doesn’t give a shit about it. He doesn’t give a shit about anything. Then he thinks about his car. It is not new. He is not bored. He sees all the new models and fucking hates them. None are his. It’s special to him, and he knows it’s just a car. His car has never made him look bad. His car has never made him feel exposed. No one has ever looked at his car and thought “what’s a car like you doing with a guy like him” or some stupid shit because it’s just a fucking car.

Waking, from Book Two of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

Sam noticed a bit of formula that intrigued her. He was still trying to harness the energy of the infinity stones in a controlled environment, pairing them to be precise. The problem seemed to be what carrier mechanism to use. Bruce saw how Sam studied the screen and started to tilt the monitor away from her. “That’s not…You shouldn’t have anything to do with that—” “Ya know, if you could,” Sam interjected, looking away, fumbling with junk on the counter,, “use the mind and soul stones to recreate Vision. Aunt Wanda would love that. But he would only be a close approximation, assuming you have as much footage of his mannerisms and speech pattern. Oh, but that would be Jarvis.” Sam slipped Missy into the pile while she replaced each piece sloppily. “There is still the possibility you would generate an alternate personality, like a psychopathic robot killer, oh wait…Tony did that. Wanda may kill literally everyone if you dangled him in front of her enough.” She had to walk a fine line between irritating Bruce, but not angering him, and giving him more to think about on top of all of his current work. “Sam, how do you know anything about,” he waved his arm into the paused screen, “this?” She was no actress, but she had the brainpower to over-analyze most of her performance and correct herself. “That's why I'm here, Bruce, because I'm drowning in a bunch of information I already know, and I want, I need something new!” She removed her cap and rubbed the exposed stubble of hair in frustration, and demanded, “so for the love of all innovation, can you throw me a bone?” Sam saw a tiny light come on at the base of her tablet. Blindspot had started. Missy was in action. However, she hadn’t intentionally distracted the doctor with her itchy head.

A/N: Been a crazy couple of weeks. Fewer posts than normal but they are some chonks. Yes, 'The Root of All Ransom' is now 5 parts, up from the originally planned 3, but...no one is surprised.

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

May 7th - May 20th, 2023

In case you missed it, here are the fics and ficlets posted within the last two weeks!

Below the cut are links and snippets of an ask game compilation and 2 one-shots:

List of Comfort Drabble Asks

a challenge of nine completed asks from a prompt list which includes: Steve Rogers Ransom Drysdale Ari Levinson Lloyd Hansen and Curtis Everett (first fic I've written of him, too!)

Hit By Fate, one-shot life lesson Steve Rogers x reader

Steve Rogers buries his hands in his jean pockets, folding himself more into the cover of his hoodie and leather jacket. “You wanted to help me?” you croak. He ticks his head in confusion, respectfully indicating that you’ve asked the one and only dumb question known to mankind. “Why?” You don’t even know what you’re asking about now. Why me? Why today? Why now? Why not? You don’t notice your hands are shaking until he grips them gently. “I can take you to the hospital,” he offers. “I’m fine.” The repeat earns you another frown. “I’m not…hurting,” you clarify. “That’s called shock, sweetheart.”

Rerouted, one-shot fight and makeup Jake Jensen x reader

“Please don’t say stuff like that. I’m trying.” “I am, too.” You square your shoulders to his and rip the drink out of his hand. “But isn’t trying and trying and not succeeding just failing in slow motion? Because that’s what it feels like to me every time you choose a fucking machine over me.” “That’s not fair.” Your glare stops that line cold. “What I mean is—ok, this is too…” Jake puts on the dark sunglasses. “Imagine my very sincere, partially-blind eyes when I say this is the best I’ve got. You know I don’t know how to be—“ “I swear to god if you say ‘lovah,’ Jake Jensen.” Little shit is always making a joke out of everything. Since that is exactly what he was about to say, Jake cocks his hip and scratches his goatee. “Fine. Boyfriend. I’ve never gotten this far with someone, but I want it. I want this. I want it with you. I can’t be better until—ya know—try shit to do the best I can and maybe, actually, get better.” You bitterly sip your sweet treat, saying flatly, “Charming.”

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

March 26th - May 6th, 2023

In case you missed it, here are the fics and ficlets posted in the last two four five weeks! Whoopsy daisy, got behind...

Below the cut, you'll find 5 works from 3 series, 2 standalone one-shots, and a link to an ongoing prompt game.

Rupture/Puncture, part three of Threadbare Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

Steve picks up the mug left beside him and moves to say ‘thank you.’ It’s not a travel cup like Byron or Abby brings out to the cops which Steve assumes means this was your drink. Tony must have called while you were waking up, too. “Your efforts are—“ Steve turns to see an empty roof again “—unnecessary.” You’re gone. The access door closed again. “I bet you’re already halfway here,” Tony muses. “You doing that power-run thing?” The call disconnects and Steve lets it fall with his arm, limp in his lap. He sips at the steaming tea for mere seconds before it occurs to him. If he texts himself from your phone, he’ll have your number. “Damnit,” Steve exclaims when the locked screen taunts him. Thank god the Team doesn’t actually know how bad he is at this. It’s embarrassing, really. He deserves to skulk around on concrete treetops and sleep on stone.

Smells Like Team Spirit, Mature One-Shot Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Steve Rogers

You have to cover a squeak while you flop onto the mattress. This sort of dominance is nothing like Steve Rogers even on his most confident day. Steve is always measured and a little tentative, his force reined in to the point of being boring after so many years. This is all flush and feral with the promise of oblivion, and in the strangest way, you still associate every second as with Steve, not Lloyd Hansen. The exercise in trust--the sheer fact that he was willing to entertain this idea, must less the practice--is a show of devotion from Steve you never thought possible. And then Lloyd kneels down and pushes your legs apart. "Open up for me. That's it. Good girl."

Necking Region, part four of Threadbare Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

You pause on the first step and peek at him over your shoulder. “So…’Button,’ huh?” He blushes furiously and focuses on your balance when you won’t. The dress train is long enough to require he lift it so he can see the stairs beneath his own feet. You two climb slowly. “Well,” Steve blusters, repositioning the layers so one of his hands on your hip sits under your own hand that lifts the front bustle, “‘Handsome,’ right?” One step up. You snort. “You say that like it’s odd that I’m attracted to you, but I think I thoroughly proved that tonight, mister.” Another step up, and you’re about three-quarters of the way there. Steve can’t hold back anymore though, not even till the top of one flight. He uses his grip to spin you around and nudges his foot under your skirts, rising to the stair just below you. You’ve dropped all else and grabbed onto him for balance, cupping his cheeks like he saw you do earlier tonight. You have to lean down to him as his whole being screams ‘let me kiss you.’

Eight-Thirty PM, an It Had To Be You tale, Rated Mature CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!Reader

Steve’s so disappointed, in mourning for his last moments before even more travel, running his fingers along the silky fabric of your blouse, the supple leather of your skirt, and the soft cotton of your panties. “Maybe we should sit,” you suggest, thinking he’ll walk you over to one of the three chairs in the room, but Steve plunks his ass down right on his coats pooled atop the carpet.  He pulls you into his lap, hands still roaming your clothing. He seems resigned to staring at the sliver of your décolleté beyond your collar, and it’s natural to tease him by starting to unbutton it. Two weeks is too long to go without seeing that slack-jawed look of envy for the fabrics that are allowed to kiss your skin all day. He’s as ravenous as an addict before they fall right back off the wagon. “Okay,” you say finally.

Whisky, Book II of The Stark Legacy Tony Stark's Daughter coming-of-age epic

“Go ahead, you can ask,” he prompted, having heard all sorts of outrageous, mostly rude, comments and questions about the metal appendage. How much can you carry? Can you pull it off and on to sleep or clean? Can it spin around in all directions? Are there weapons inside of it? Can you crush a guy with only that thing? How much did it hurt when they put it on you? Do you have to charge it separately? These were the normal questions. Every once in a while, someone would ask if he missed being a whole human, and that one particularly hurt.  “Would you ever want a real arm back?” Sam said sheepishly. The way Sam asked him, though, was unlike anyone else. She did not imply he was not a human, she asked what he wanted instead of what he could do, and most curiously she seemed to believe he could have a real arm again. Still, Bucky wouldn’t be stitched together with a corpse’s arm. “I’m not Frankenstein’s monster,” Bucky replied, slowly and deliberately, “that’s how I ended up like this.” Sam took and drank from the bottle. “You know, the monster was the most genuine and kind person in that book.” She looked down at the grass between her feet, very quietly adding, “Forget I asked. I’m sorry.”

Test, Book II of The Stark Legacy Tony Stark's Daughter coming-of-age epic

Someone landed a solid blow, based on the hollow sound of smacking skin, before it was Falcon who rushed back into the digital blue air. “I’m done,” he yelled, and from behind him came a fluttering mass of birds, a kamikaze group that dove towards the platform with a violent speed.  “What the hell,” Barnes yelled. Not one bird touched Falcon, who did not flinch, but immediately after diving out of the projection the sound of slashing and pings against the vibranium surface of Cap’s shield rang out. The projection couldn’t show enough definition in Sam Wilson’s expression to tell how much control he was exerting. This was new, by the look on Bucky’s face, a behavior of his friend he had never seen. “Big Sam, stop!” Samantha panicked and jumped in front of Bucky on the platform. “It’s Lil’Sam. Do you remember me?” The fluttering died immediately, and Falcon’s focus shifted to her. The streaming blue figure slowly approached her. Bucky instinctively wrapped an arm in front of her, but she kept talking. “You taught me how to bluff in cards. You taught me to watch the sky. You said that could tell me everything I needed to know—” He was directly in front of her now. Any closer and the projector would have cut off his nose. “You said you would make it right,” Falcon whispered to Sam Stark.

Dirty Doodle, Rated Mature Steve Rogers x Artist!Reader

Bucky pops into the lounge for a snack. "Hey, guys." You beam, tossing a wink over your shoulder since poor Steve is still beet red and struggling to decipher all the meaning in your sketch. You don't imagine Captain Rogers knows what 'tentacle porn,' 'monster fucking,' or 'hentai' are but, by god, it's fun to watch the wheels turn. Then Bucky slows his approach to the counter, eyeing your sketchpad curiously. "Is that..." Bucky shakes his head. "Never mind." "I made a drawing of Steve," you announce proudly, "pretty good likeness, I think." Bucky steps closer with a controlled expression. "Uh huh, that's definitely Stevie."

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