#unassigned male character

[postwarlevi]

Under a Harvest Moon

Content: Just under 1100 words of a domestic fluffy evening with any male character you'd like (might be a little Levi coded, just don't squint too hard hehe)

Note: My (first?) official contribution to my Under a Harvest Moon collab and the second of my (late) September prompts winners. Enjoy!

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"Afternoon my love!" You skip down the driveway to meet your husband who has come home from work.

He smiles and pulls you into a hug and kiss, holding your waist as you go back inside.

"How was your day?" You ask, taking his coat and hanging it up once in the house.

"Same as always. Missed you lots." He kisses your cheek again, going to the kitchen for a drink.

"I've made dinner already." You pull out your meal from the oven and place it on the stove to show him.

"Mmm, smells delicious." He takes a fork and digs in while it's still in the pan.

"You know what today is?" You ask excitedly, grinning at him.

He pretends to think about it and goes to the calendar. He does know of course, but likes to tease you.

"Hmm, the largest moon of the year perhaps?" He taps the date on the calendar.

"That's right! The harvest moon is tonight!" You exclaim, throwing your arms around him.

You have recently moved to a spot that would be perfect for autumn and have been waiting to celebrate the changing of the seasons.

He chuckles and looks at his watch.

"Well, let's go celebrate then. We'll go up to the hillside and watch it rise."

"Really? That sounds wonderful and cozy!" You already start planning the evening.

"And maybe a little cold." He reminds you to get a blanket as you begin to race around and gather things.

While you leave the kitchen, he begins to scoop servings of the dinner you made into containers to take along with you, along with some waters and snacks, and makes a hot spiced tea to put in a thermos.

It's not long before you have two tote bags full of things for your adventure.

You both change into comfortable clothing, warm and cozy, ready to brace the rising moon.

"Ready to go, my pumpkin?" He asks, patting your head playfully and taking the totes.

You laugh at his playfulness and nod. "Yep! All set!"

It's not too far to the hillside, but walking with the totes might be uncomfortable. However bringing the car doesn't sound right either.

"Say, how about we attach the wagon to the back of the bike and ride up?" He comes up with.

Your eyes light up at the idea and you agree. "That sounds perfect!"

You get your bikes out of the garage and hook the wagon to the back of his and set all your belongs in. Locking up the house you set off for the hillside.

It's a nice scenic route full of trees and flowers getting ready for fall. The pathway leading up makes it easy to maneuver but it gets a little tough near the top.

You both get off your bikes and push your way up to the hill.

"Oh wow!" You smile, tired but happy. It's going to be a beautiful evening.

The sun is just setting and the cooler air is coming in now. You park the bikes on the hill and set out a blanket while your husband gets out your meal.

"Happy fall, beautiful." He kisses your cheek as you make a toast and sip your warm spiced tea, then eat the dinner you had made earlier as the sun finishes setting.

As you both talk about your day and all the things you want to do this weekend, you're joined by a few other couples as dusk comes. They are a respectable distance away so everyone can enjoy their own small party.

You put the light sweater on you were reminded to bring and lay your head on your loves shoulder as darkness falls and only the stars and rising moon, along with distant city lights, provide enough illumination for the evening.

"Here, brought some cakes." He says, pulling sweet, snacky items from the tote.

You grin and take one and munch. "Thank you."

"It's so peaceful out here." He says quietly, enjoying the surrounding environment almost as much as your company.

"I'm so glad we're here." You whisper back, kissing his chin, sighing happily as he pulls you in for a hug.

No words are needed between you. The moon rises higher and you pull out a couple small pillows and lay back, the moonlight soon lighting up the sky and earth just as well and more charming then the lights of the city could. Out here on the open hilltop, even with a few others around you, it makes you feel like the only two people that exist.

"You know, it'll look even brighter in the early morning. Unless you wanna sleep out here, let's head back and get in a few hours. I'll wake you." He tells you, breaking the silence.

You contemplate actually staying out here all night, chuckling when he nudges you to get the thought out of your head. That's hours from now.

"Okay, let's head back." You agree, and stand to pack up your things.

You walk the bikes back down the hill and hop on and turn on a flashlight to help guide you on the pathway back to the house.

Putting the bikes away, you clean everything out of the totes and get cozy in the bed. An alarm is set a few hours from now and in the meantime you fall asleep happy in each others arms.

You're pulled out of sleep just after 530am, yawning and sitting up. You can always take a nap in a little bit.

Putting on robes and fuzzy slippers, you head to the porch with cups of apple cider and are in awe at how bright it is.

It is not only the last supermoon of the year, but the harvest moon of autumn, and even with some of the lights around you, it's still the most brilliant.

"Happy autumn." Your husband pulls you close on the loveseat, kissing your temple.

The moon sets just a bit later and as dawn comes you finish your cider and go inside.

Putting the cups in the sink you turn to him to suggest heading back to bed for a bit and are surprised to see he beat you to it.

You hurry to your room and pull off your robe, laughing as he's already waiting in bed with open arms and a smile of his own.

#aot #attack on titan #fluff #aot fluff #domestic fluff #unassigned character short #unassigned male character #under a harvest moon #harvestmoonaotcollab #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #erwin smith #levi ackerman #jean kirstein #miche zacharias #eren jaeger #armin arlert #connie springer #reiner braun #porco galliard

[madneedshelp]

Miss You- Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Summary: Between all the wedding preparations, you and your fiancé have barely had time to spend with each other. In all the chaos, the two of you sneak away to be together.

Includes: Just some Danny fluff because this man has seemed so husband lately, also some minor illusions to sex

"Mom, I don't really care who is in charge of getting the key to unlock the venue. You can do it or Emily can, either way it's fine," You let out a sigh and rubbed your temples.

Your mother and sister had been arguing about who was the best person to be in charge of that task for the past ten minutes and you had to admit that it was driving you insane. They had been arguing about everything all day long and you'd gotten a magnificent headache. While they were being incredibly helpful, they were also incredibly annoying.

In less than a week, you were marrying the love of your life. The past months of wedding planning had flown by. As odd as it seemed, the closer you got to the day you and Danny would start your life together, the less time you spent with each other.

“Well honey, this is your big day and it has to be perfect, so who do you want to do it?” Your mom gives you a pressuring look.

“Jesus, Mom, you might as well tell her that you think you have to do it because I’ll mess it up!” Your sister throws up her hands with a shout.

In that moment, you swear you must look like an exaggerated cartoon character with a twitchy eye. They just wouldn’t stop.

The whole reason for their fighting was the wedding. The wedding was about you and Danny. You loved Danny so much, but now there was all this headache surrounding the wedding. All this chaos and barely any time spent with him.

Before this week, Danny and the guys had still been working some pretty long hours. They had a new album in the works, so that meant a lot of their time was spent in the studio. Even though they weren’t touring, the band kept Danny pretty busy and therefore away from you. Granted you had to work anyway, but you still missed him.

You and Danny had agreed you wanted a small, casual wedding. Keeping things small would make it easier to keep away press, and it would mean less elaborate plans you both would have to manage. Unfortunately, your families had still managed to make the small wedding a complicated affair.

“Okay, you two work this out. I’m going to get some water.” You abruptly stood and excused yourself from the room.

As soon as you made it into the hallway, you pulled out your phone to text Danny.

You: Where are you right now?

Almost instantly, he started typing.

Danny: Just leaving the studio, was going to bring you some coffee. Why? Need something?

A small smile spread across your face.

You: Take the coffee to our place. I’m at Mom’s, but I’ll be there soon. Love you.

Danny answered with a quick “I love you, too” and you pocketed your phone. With a quick glance in the direction of the living room, you decided it was best to go ahead and sneak out without saying anything. They definitely wouldn’t let you leave without getting your opinion on at least ten more things.

You found yourself giddy with excitement as you drove to the apartment you shared with Danny. Between the work, planning, and Bachelor and Bachelorette parties, you hadn’t spent much alone time together lately.

When you pulled in, you were delighted to see Danny was already there. You jogged up the stairs and unlocked the door as quick as possible.

“Babe, is that you?” The familiar, male voice you loved so much called to you from the living room. “I got your usual, hope that’s alright.”

You grinned and pulled off your shoes. “Yep, it’s me. And that’s perfect, honey, thank you.”

Danny was sitting in his unassigned assigned spot on the couch, two coffees sat before him on the table. He gave you the sweetest grin, and your heart melted. This was worth all the fuss from your parents and sister.

You flopped down on the couch beside him and snuggled into his side. You felt his hand come up to rub slow circles on your back as you encircled his waist with your arms.

“Everything alright?” He asked quietly.

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s just my mom. And Emily. You know how they are. Besides, I just missed you.”

He pressed a kiss to your head. “I’m sorry, honey. I wish they would calm down a little, even though they mean well.”

As if on queue, your phone started buzzing. You let out a groan.

“That her?” He chuckled.

“Yep.” You let out a sigh as you read the messages on your phone.

He watched you scroll through the long list she’d recently left you. “Weren’t you just with her? Did she forget something?”

You gave him a sheepish grin as you typed out a response to her many variations of “where are you” in hopes that she might let you be. “I may or may not have snuck over here when I told her I was getting a drink.”

Danny went quiet and then burst out laughing.

“Hey, it’s not that funny,” You chuckled, sitting up and taking a sip of your coffee.

He shook his head, laughter dying down. “No, no, it’s not that. Well, it is funny, but it’s funnier because I snuck over here too.”

“Shut up.” You smacked his arm lightly.

“I’m serious! I love the guys, but they’ve been a lot lately too. On the trip last weekend, I was the most sober of them all, and it was literally my bachelor party. And, after babysitting their drunk asses all weekend, they’ve been so damn picky with the album and they won’t stop fighting with each other.”

“So we both snuck out?” You grin up at him.

“Appears we did,” He returns your smile.

You let out a dreamy sigh. “It’s just like our teenage years again. Never thought I’d have to sneak out to see you once we moved in together, Daniel Wagner.”

“Really brings me back to the good old days, don’t you think?”

You thought for a moment. “I don’t know, I think I prefer now to back then. At least we have a whole place to ourselves now. And we’re not limited to primarily car sex,” You shot him a knowing smirk.

Danny threw his head back in a laugh. “Not that I minded the car sex, but you do have a good point about having the whole place to ourselves…”

“That is a good point. Besides, I’ve really missed you lately, babe. What do you say we make up for some lost time?” You lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, and then trail them down his neck.

“Sounds like a great plan to me,” He grins.

And with the rest of the evening, you both find yourselves happier and missing each other a little less.

#daniel wagner #danny gvf #danny wagner #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet #danny wagner x reader #x reader #x yn #x female reader #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #sam kiskza

[bacchanal-if]

For gender selectable characters, I go with whichever gender's name I think sounds prettier lol. Or, if there's an option to randomize during the first playthrough, whichever assignment I get is what I tend to think of as "canon" for me. Also, if there's character portraits or face claims, I might factor those into the decision. If none of the above apply, I assign one randomly and alternate through the characters to get as even a ratio as possible.

So for the known ROs in Bacchanal, that's

Assignment Based on Name Tamsin > Thomas Henrietta > Henry Lucia > Lawrence Assignment Based on Appearance Edith > Edward

For the masked ROs in Bacchanal, I kinda went off of ✨ vibes ✨

Fox — Male for sure; I don't know why, but reading through the asks on them reminded me of Westley from The Princess Bride Rabbit — Flips evenly between male and female, since both have their appeal with the subversion of historical gender roles if male and a slow-burn, pining romance if female Butterfly — Tend to think of them more as a gender non-conforming male; think Howl from Howl's Moving Castle or Fujimoto from Ponyo. I feel like this one could go either way though, because I also associate butterflies with Yuuko from xxxHolic The Uninvited Guest — Still convinced this one is an Eldritch horror of some sort, remains unassigned

Funny you should mention Fox as Westley, as I used a gif of him as a reaction in a recent ask on the nsfw blog 👀 I absolutely equate the two, even though it was unintentional!

Butterfly is definitely gender-nonconforming, no matter female or male. I've been having a hard time pinning them down lately. Genderfuck? Demigender? Androgyne? Can someone please help me find the right term for them, because I am lost. For the most part they identify with their assigned gender at birth, but, especially in a sexual atmosphere, they have moments where they feel like both.

#author speaks #ro gender

[sykespalmer]

'Minecraft' Finally has a free Girl Character

A lot of girls play Minecraft but you'd never be able to tell it apart by the default character options. Unless you've decided to spend money or install a mod your only option to date has been Steve who is the game's male character. Mojang has finally made it possible for builders to select a free girl-friendly character called Alex. https://forums.com.bz/ She's previously been an unassigned character in the computer version, but this move will help female players on all platforms sculpt their dream worlds using a character they can identify with. Alex will be available for Xbox and PlayStation gamers on April 29th. Mobile gamers using the Pocket Edition should get her this summer.

#Forums #Another Blog #another forum

[scriptlgbt]

i’m creating a male character from ancient china who has a secondary personality of a woman (long story). he isn’t a trans man, but he isn’t just a man anymore, and he’s described by other characters as a cross dresser. is this problematic? i don’t wanna accidentally offend any intersex, trans, or nb people with this character :/

I think you're better contacting @writingwithcolor (I would go through their archive first, they have a lot of it and there is really good information there - they may have covered something similar) as well as getting a Chinese + historian sensitivity reader involved who knows about the specific period + region + ethnic group + more details that your story will have.

This seems (just to me) like more of an issue of making sure you're accurately and respectfully communicating a character's identity + experience as well as how they are perceived by others, and that's going to be very culturally-specific. It's not really just for anyone with an unassigned gender to weigh in on. It's specifically people within that demographic whose cultural legacy you're involving.

Translating a historical experience of gender to a modern experience of gender is another layer to this. The advice I usually give to that on its own, is to use descriptions as well as the era-appropriate terminology when possible, if it makes sense to. If something is a closed cultural identity, (like two spirit for example) you're going to need to consult people with that identity. Even if an identity is not necessarily culturally closed, there are still ways that terms like "crossdresser" or "trans" vary based on culture and ethnicity, or even two individuals who are the same in all of those regards. "Gender is the poetry we create with the language we are given." (Leslie Feinberg.) Everybody gets different language and creates different poetry, so take care to do it justice.

- mod nat

#mod nat #cultural gender #cultural relativity #writing advice #ancient china #ancient history #ancient gender #historical gender

[strangely-amusing]

Oppa

Characters : Jaehyun x You

WordCount : 4,886

Genre : Romance, Teacher!Jaehyun

Note : Crappy title, i know. But i can’t think of any other words. Anyway, this is a repost bcs back then i made this into 2 parts (idk why)

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled. Your hair had grown a lot longer and you were very happy about it. You fixed your bangs one more time, and grabbed your bag. You turned off the lamp and left your room, walking downstairs happily. At the dining table, your parents and brother were already waiting for you, quietly munching on their toast.

“Good morning!” You chirped happily, taking a seat next to your brother. They all looked up and took a few seconds, deciding whether they like your new hair or not. Your mom smiled sweetly and bopped your nose. “You look stunning, dear”

“Aw thank-“

“Yes, you look stunning, you look gorgeous. But way too pretty for school. What if you get hit on??” Your brother exclaimed, cutting you off.

“Agreed.” Your dad shortly added, sipping on his tea.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a toast. “Come on now, You get hit on all the time. Its not like i would date everyone who hit on me.”

He looked at you weirdly. “Now you can’t blame me for my good looks. You can blame them.” He said, eyeing your parents. “And also, i can’t protect you from those nasty fuckboys.”

“Language, Taeyong.” Your mom glanced at him. She then grinned. “you should thank me and your father for your good looks. People spend a lot of money to get a nose like yours, Taeyong.”

Taeyong sighed. “Still, what if she attracts the wrong kind of people? I don’t want my lil sister getting hurt.”

You munched on your toast and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I will tell you everything!”

Your dad looked up and squinted his eyes. “by everything you mean, um, i dont know, everyone?”

You nodded, finisihing your toast. “Everyone. Friends, Best friends, Crush, Boyfriend, if i have one. I’m only gonna tell Taeyong though.”

“Come on now.” Your dad groaned while Taeyong grinned, giving you two thumbs up. Your dad glared at Taeyong and gave him a frown. “I expect you to tell me everything.”

Taeyong smiled and shook his head. “Nope.”

In which you cheered and gave him a hi-5. Your dad’s face fell and his jaw dropped. He then glanced at your mom, hoping for her support. Without looking up from her breakfast, she shortly said, “Darling, they are young and you should let them be free.”

“That’s exactly why! They’re young and dumb!” Your dad said, frowning. You and Taeyong looked at him, dramatically gasping. “Dad!!!”

“Taeyong is turning 24 this year, And he graduated from the best university in this country and he just got a job at one of the best company out there, and y/n is turning 21 in a few months, also in the best university in this country. So what’s your point?” Your mom deadpanned, looking at him with her eyebrow furrowed. You and Taeyong grinned widely, giving two thumbs up for your mom.

Your dad frowned, unable to argue. ”…….Fine.”

You and Taeyong grinned at each other. Your dad frowned and continued to eat, mumbling about how both of you were “too young” for everything.

Your mom chuckled and got up to give him a kiss on his cheeks. “They’re not children anymore, They’re old enough to make their own decisions.” She said softly.

Your dad sighed, glancing at you and taeyong. “I guess you’re right. But still, you two have to tell me about your current boyfriend and girlfriend, alright?”

“Sir yes sir!” You chirped, doing a salute. Taeyong laughed yet he copied your moves. Your parents chuckled, shaking their heads. Your mom gathered the dirty plates and put them in the dishwasher. “y/n you should get going, your class starts at 10 right?”

You glanced at the clock and nodded at Taeyong. “Come on!”

Taeyong got up from his seat and grabbed his keys. “You know, i always drive you to college And yet you never give me anything in return.”

You put on your shoes and looked at him. “I bake you cakes.”

“I know, but can you maybe, uh i dont know, give your brother a hug or something?” He said, giving you big puppy eyes. You chuckled and stood up. “What is wrong with you today?”

You tiptoed and hugged him tight. “There. Now lets go, I’m gonna be late.”

Taeyong grinned and pulled you outside. “Lets go! Mom! Dad! We’re leaving!”

“Be careful! Don’t speed up!”

Was the last thing you heard before getting in the car.

♡

The ride was mostly silent, mainly because of Taeyong was focused on the road and didn’t want any distractions. You were excited to see your friends. You haven’t gotten the chance to spend your holiday with them as you were busy with yourself the past month. You were trying to lose some weight, to make your skin smooth, to make yourself happy. You weren’t overweight before, but you were definitely not slim either. Your skin wasn’t dry or oily, but you used to have acnes here and there. You were very happy and satisfied with yourself for being able to do things that would make yourself confident.

Now that college has started, You were excited to see what your friends’ reaction about your physical changes. You were also excited to see his reaction.

You walked slowly in the midst of the crowd, being careful not to drop anything or bump into someone. Some people greeted you, some even tried to flirt, and you replied them politely, only thinking about a certain male. You successfully walked past the crowd, and went straight to your class. The class was empty, except for Hani, your bestfriend, sitting in the back of the class. She looked up and her eyes shone. “y/n!”

You gave her a wide smile and walked up to her seat. She immediately stood up and hugged you tight. “I miss you!!!”

You chuckled, feeling a tiny bit embarrassed because people are starting to enter the class. “I miss you too!”

She then let go and looked at you, from your head to your toe and then back to your head. “you gotta tell me what the heck did you do because you look drop dead gorgeous”

“Actually I-“

“I mean you look hot before but now you’re like, so freaking hot??” Hani cut you off, shamelessly checking you out.

You chuckled, blushing a little bit because she was being too loud. “yea i’ve been working on it the past month.

She smirked and then whispered. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

You blushed, a certain male popped into your head. “I’m scared though. What if he thinks i’m ugly??or if my bangs are weird?”

Hani looked at you weirdly for a few seconds before hitting your head lightly. “Have you seen yourself? You look gorgeous. You’ve got to change that mind set. Be confident”

You rolled your eyes, but she was right. You have to be confident. “Kay, im gonna sit in the front. you coming?”

She shook his head. “Nope. I’m planning to take a nap.”

You chuckled at her response, and then walked to the front of the class. You chose the chair that was the nearest to the teacher’s desk. It was your unassigned assigned seat. You sat down and put your bag down, only pulling out your notebook and a black pen.

You patiently waited, seeing students started to fill up the class. By the time the clocks struck at 9.50, the class was already full. You watched the door as your heart started to beat faster, expecting a certain someone to walk in.

At exactly 10 AM, The person you were waiting for finally walked in. He was wearing a white button down shirt and black skinny jeans. His usual curly brown hair was now gone, replaced by a short jet black hair. He was gorgeous.

“Good morning class!” His deep smooth voice immediately rang through your ears. You can hear the students replying his greetings, but you stayed silent, eyes glued to the figure in front of you. You failed to notice the way he furrowed his eyebrow at you.

“Good morning, y/n. Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, grinning at you. You immediately snapped out of your thoughts, and blushed. “Good morning, Mr. Jung”

He chuckled and whispered not so quietly. “Its Jaehyun oppa for you.”

The class started to cheer, some people cooed. You were blushing so hard that you were sure you looked like a boiled crab. Jaehyun saw your blushing face and laughed. “I was just kidding, y/n. Your face is so red right now.”

You nodded, still unable to control your blushing. Jaehyun then chuckled some more. He then bent down to your level and whispered, quietly this time, “I’m sorry, y/n. But you look so cute that i cant help it.”

You looked up at him, surprised. His face seems a bit different from usual, his cheeks seemed a bit pink. He quickly turned his expression back to a straight one, cheeks no longer pink. He then stood back up and went to his desk.

“Now that you’re all smiling, i can begin the lecture much easier.” He said, grinning widely. There were still some groans, but you could hardly hear it. You were so confused by what he had said. He really thinks i’m cute? Or was it another joke to make the situation better? But i swear i can see him blushing? Or was it only my imagination?

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts as he began the lecture, His deep voice always getting your attention. Mr. Jung Jaehyun was one of the youngest lecturer at the age of 24, only 2 years older than you. And he was one of the hottest too. He was friendly and easygoing, and almost everyone fall for him. Including you. You knew it wasn’t the brightest idea to fall in love with your lecturer, but you just can't resist his angelic smile. 

Hours went by, without you know it, the class was coming to an end. By the time he glanced at his watch, you couldn’t help but to feel disappointed.

“Okay, that’s it for today. I’ll see you guys on Friday. Remember to complete and bring the worksheet okay?”

“Okay Mr. Jung.” The class automatically replied. They started to pack up their bags, some already left the class. You had no class after this, so you took your time and packed up your things slowly. Hani walked to your seat, only to give you a wink and a knowing smirk, and then left. By the time you were done, the class was already empty. Except for you, and ofcourse, Mr. Jung Jaehyun.

You weren’t planning to make any moves today, what happened this morning was enough for you. You had been quiet the whole time he was giving lectures, which was unusual for you. You usually raise your hand a couple of times, mainly because of you actually want to ask, or just trying to get his attention. Today, however, was different. He jokes around a lot, but never these kind of jokes. And yes, although he had been so soft and caring towards you, It wasn’t usual for him to casually make that kind of joke towards his students. Especially you. He usually starts the class with a simple greeting and a sweet smile, and that’s it. You were thinking about it the whole time he was giving his lectures. Was it because of your new looks? Was your hair odd or something?

Your train of thoughts disappeared as someone ruffled your hair. You quickly looked up, only to meet the most beautiful pair of eyes gazing back at you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about this morning. You were quiet and a little bit pale so I thought you were nervous.” Jaehyun said apologetically, his lips pressed into a thin line. You could smell his cologne, and it was enticing. You realized he was still waiting for your answer so you pinched your thigh so you can stop daydreaming about the same man that was standing right in front of you.

“O-Oh, its alright, Mr. Jung. You’re not wrong, I was a little bit nervous this morning. Thanks for noticing, though.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile. He gave you a worried look and crouched down to match your eye level. He tilted his head to get a better look of your face. “But why? You have been in my class for the past 3 years, and your grades were great.There’s nothing to worry about.”

You bit your lips and looked down, unsure what to say. You were trying your best not to blush, by thinking it was Taeyong in front of you, instead of him. It worked, though. “Um, I think its because of today is the first day of college after holiday? And also, its my last year here..”

You mentally slapped yourself for that lame excuse. But it seemed like it works. Jaehyun nodded, and stood up. You were a little bit disappointed because now that he was standing, it means that the conversation was going to end.

“Okay, I guess you’re right. I was a bit nervous today too, you know? So you’re not the only one.” He chuckled, walking back to his desk. You stared at him weirdly. “But why?”

“Because I have finally gathered all my courage to make a move on the girl of my dream this year.” He said, smiling widely as he gathers his things. His smile was so bright, that it broke your heart. It made you sad to know that there was someone out there that made him smile so bright. And that ‘someone’ wasn’t you.

You felt a pang in your heart as you tried to smile with him. “Really? That’s great, Mr. Jung.”

It sounded so small and pathetic, but that was the best that you can do. Jaehyun immediately looked up at the tone you were using, his eyes wide at the sight of the tears that were threatening to fall down anytime.

You know that he can practically see your red eyes, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, but there was nothing you can do. You wanted to leave the room as soon as possible, as you weren’t able to hold it any longer.

“y/n, I didn’t-“

“I’m sorry Mr. Jung, but my brother is waiting for me outside. See you on Friday.” You quickly said, rushing out of the class before he can even reply. Taeyong didn’t pick you up, you lied. You didn’t look back, and went straight outside.

By the time you arrived at the bus stop, tears were already streaming down your face. You grabbed a pack of tissue from your pocket and carefully dabbed your eyes with it.

The girl of his dream… is it another teacher? Of course it is. Who? Is it Ms. Lee? She’s young and pretty…Or maybe its Ms. Park? Hani said she once saw them in a coffee shop together…

You quickly snapped out of your thought as the bus you were waiting for finally arrived. You got on the bus and sat in the back of the bus. As you got closer to your home, you realized that you couldn’t go home like this. Taeyong will freak out if he sees you like this.

You got off the bus, thinking where you should go. 

Maybe walking a bit slower than usual will do the trick.

After walking 15 minutes from the bus stop, you sighed. Walking slowly would only get you to think about what happened today. And you have always hated slow walking.

With that, you continued to walk in a rather fast pace and arrived at your home in less than 10 minutes. You saw Taeyong’s car parked in front of the house, gulping slightly. Its 2 PM, why is he home already?

You took a mirror from your bag and checked your appearance. Your eyes were still a little bit puffy, but there were no tears. That’s good enough for now.

Taking a deep breath, You slowly entered the house. No signs of Taeyong. “Thank god…”

“Thank god for what??”

You squealed In surprise, clutching your heart as you turn around to face Taeyong. He was looking at you weirdly, his eyebrow furrowed.

“Um… thank god it wasn’t hot outside?” You quietly answered, hoping that he’ll let it go. He did, and left to the kitchen without another word. You sighed in relief, and went upstairs.

You entered your room and locked the door. You put your bag on the floor and changed into more comfortable clothing, sighing in relief as you finally take off that skinny jeans. Plopping down onto the bed, you let your mind wanders.

You unconsciously smiled as you remembered Jaehyun’s compliment this morning, wanting nothing more than to hear it over and over again. But the tears started to come back as you recalled his smile when he thought about his “dream girl”.

How can i not know this before?

It had been 2 years since you started to have these feelings for him, 2 years since you started to have late night thoughts about him. you had been searching facts about him, his birthday, his favourite song, his hobby. Obviously, you didn’t do enough research because until this day, you still haven’t found out about his status. He wasn’t married, but you didn’t know if he had a girlfriend.

Taeyong is going to turn 24… and yet he is still single…Jaehyun is the same age as Taeyong, so maybe he is still single too?

You sighed as you realized that it was a dumb assumption. the tears kept falling down, so you closed your eyes, hoping that when you wake up, none of these things had happened.

♡

It had been days after the incident, and without you know it, it was already Friday. You haven’t gotten much sleep, your mind refused to stop thinking about that incident. You haven’t eaten a proper meal too since that day, only eating ramyeon every night.

Your class started at 3 PM, so you don’t have to wake up early and pretend to be happy and excited in front of your family like how you did for these past 3 days. The house was empty the moment you came out of your room, no signs of your parents, no signs of Taeyong either. You eyed the sandwich that your mom made for you. You didn’t feel like eating, so you put the sandwich in the fridge for later.

You sighed, not wanting to meet Jaehyun and his stupid smile. Yes, for the past 3 days you have met him several times, but all those times consist of Jaehyun trying to talk to you, and you running away. It was stupid because you were still going to meet him anyway. This was your last year, you can’t just miss all of his class and still hope you’ll get a good gpa. You thought about him all the time after that incident, and decided that he was not worth your precious time. You should be spending your last year in college studying, and going out occasionally with your friend.

You arrived only a minute before 3 PM, and immediately took a seat in the back of the class, next to Hani. She looked at your eyebags, and then your small wrists. “Are you okay? You look like youre about to faint anytime now.”

You nodded, pulling out your book and your pen. “I’m fine. I guess this is what heartbreak looks like.”

She was about to say something but his voice cut her off.

“Good morning class!” He greeted loudly, walking towards his desk. His hair looked a little bit messy, and there was something off about him. Nonetheless, he still had a smile on his face, although it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Good morning Mr. Jung” the students replied just as loud. You looked down, trying to hide your face so he won’t notice you. You could feel his gaze on you, but you ignored him as you pretended to write something on your notebook.

“I really hope that you all have done your work, because i’m going to collect those in a minute.” He said, not a single emotion on his face. You tried to peek and you regretted doing exactly that in an instant.

He was looking at you with the softest gaze you have ever seen, his beautiful dark brown orbs glistened under the sun’s bright light.

Even though the eye contact only lasted for a few seconds, it almost felt like he read you. You broke the eye contact first, feeling like you would burst in tears if you keep staring.

Jaehyun then started to collect the worksheets, one by one. It made you nervous, because you will have to face him. As he got closer, the more nervous you became. You were not sure what made you nervous. Maybe because you were scared you would do something stupid, Or maybe you were just not strong enough to see his face.

A figure stopped in front of your desk, and you already knew who it was. You shakily gave him your worksheet, refusing to look at his face. He accepted it and left without a word, to your surprise. You sighed, both in relief and disappointment.

You felt your Hani’s concerned gaze on you. “y/n, are you sure you’re okay? You look so pale.”

You turned to her and gave her a weak smile. “I mean, i only eat ramyeon for the past few days but im fine i guess.”

Hani’s eyes widened and she immediately grabbed your shoulder. “Oh my god, why? Are you okay right now? How do you feel? How about your stomach?”

Her voice was loud, so loud that it immediately captured Jaehyun’s attention. He glanced at the two of you, looking concerned. But you looked the other way, hoping that he’ll let it go. He did, thankfully.

You glanced at Hani and gave her yet another small smile, signalling that youre okay. Hani looked concerned, but she nodded and stayed quiet. Jaehyun then went back to his desk and began the lecture.

The whole time he was standing in front of the class, you felt nauseous. Maybe its because of all those ramyeon, or maybe its because of the negative thoughts that you’ve been having these past days, or maybe its because of him? Whichever it was, it got worse and worse as the hours went by. By the time Jaehyun ended his lecture, you can no longer see clearly. Everything was blurry, and spinning. You tried to reach out to Hani, but you can feel your body fell before you can even touch her. Hani’s scream was the last thing you hear before it all went dark.

“y/n, I’m so sorry”

Huh?

You groaned softly as you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. White sheets, white walls, white circular lamp? This is not my room….

You sat up slowly, looking around the room. No one was there but you, sitting on a bed, looking clueless. “I thought i hear someone…”

You shrugged and paid attention to the room, now that your vision got clear. You finally recognized the room and realized that you were in the nursing room.

“Oh great, i’m still here.” You sighed.

Your head still hurts, but you tried to stand up. Mainly because it was already dark, as you can see from the window across the room. Nursing room sure is scary when night comes.

You found your backpack and all your belongings on a chair besides the door. You tried to pack all your things quickly, uncomfortable with the atmosphere. You almost got a heart attack when the door swung open.

It was Jaehyun.

His eyes widened as he saw you on your knees, trying to pack your bags. He quickly pulled you up on your feet and guided you back to the bed. “y/n, what are you doing? You need to rest!”

You stayed quiet, unable to think, unable to process anything. You decided to answer him with the most logical answer, with the smallest voice. “But its already dark…..”

He sighed, and sat beside you. “I’m sorry, okay. I’m really sorry. Are you okay? Do you want to go home now?”

You nodded, trying not to show any emotions. “yes, i want to go home now.”

Jaehyun sighed and looked at your eyes. “we need to talk, you know that right?”

You looked back at him, taking a shaky breath before answering him. “Yes, i think i need to know what happened after i fainted?”

“Thats not what i meant, but okay…” Jaehyun sighed, eyes looking down at his knees. “I brought you here. Hani insisted to stay but i told her to go home, i told her that im going to wait until you wake up, because i know this is my fault.”

You nodded, looking away. It was quiet for a few seconds, none of you know what to say.

“y/n we really need to-“

“I need to go home.” You quickly cut him off, standing up to pick up your bags. Jaehyun immediately stood up too, grabbing your bags before you can. “I’ll take you home.”

“I can go home by myself.” You answered stubbornly, trying to take your bags from his hands. Jaehyun then looked at you straight in the eye.

“No.”

With that, he grabbed all your belongings and also his, and opened the door for you. You wanted to argue, but you were too weak so you decided to just agree with him. He then followed outside and closed the door behind him. You let him guide the way to his car.

When you approached his car, he immediately opened the door for you. Having no choice but to give in, you gave in and sat in defeat. He put the seatbelt and put your bag on the back seat. He then entered the car and set his seatbelt.

It was silent.

The whole ride was silent.

You haven’t even told him your address, but he didn't ask anything. You got a little bit scared, because at first it didn't seem like he was taking you home. But after seeing the familiar bus stops that you usually see on your way home, you sighed in relief. 

The atmosphere was awkward, but it was better than having to talk casually, cause you both know it is not the time to do so.

“y/n?….” He called you softly.

You answered without looking at him. “Yes, Mr. Jung?”

He sighed when he heard your reply, But he decided to let it go. “Can i ask you something?”

You can practically feel your heart thumping loudly, hands started to sweat. “Um, yeah sure. Whatever.”

“Why did you cry?….” He asked softly, eyes still focused on the road. You bit your lips, unsure what to answer. “I cried because it hurts.”

Jaehyun glanced at you, concerned. “What hurts?”

My heart.

“My legs. I fell down the stairs that morning.” You knew it was a lame excuse, But your mind was a mess because of the soft tone that he was using.

Jaehyun was taken aback with your reply. He stayed silent for a few minutes, before nodding and letting out a small “oh”. After that, it was dead silence. He didn’t even try to initiate a conversation or anything. From the corner of your eye, You can see that his soft gaze turned into a sad, disappointed one. But you tried to let it go,because you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

When you arrived at your home, Jaehyun killed the engine and quickly opened the door for you. You managed to say a small thank you and proceed to walk as fast as you can to the front door. Jaehyun stood by his car, unable to do anything as you hurriedly walked to your home. You stopped in front of your door, and looked back. Jaehyun was standing there, looking at you with a sad gaze and a small, forced smile.

Its gonna be now or never.

“Mr. Jung?”

You called out weakly, slowly turning to face him.

“Yes, y/n?” He answered, and this was the first time that his voice sounds weak.

“I Lied.”

“……about what?” He furrowed his eyebrow, confusion written all over his face.

“I cried because i love you.”

His eyes widened as he heard your words. He remained in his place, mouth gaping as if he wants to say something but can’t.

You chuckled bitterly. “It’s okay, Mr. Jung. I know that i have no chance. I just think that letting it all out after holding it in for 2 years would make me feel better. Good luck on your moves, Mr. Jung.”

With that, you quickly turned your body around, trying to open the door as soon as possible. Your movements were stopped by a single hand holding onto your arm.

Jaehyun quickly turned your body around and looked straight into your already glistening eyes.

“Mr. Jung, what are-“

Your words were cut off by a pair of soft lips landing smoothly on top of yours. He was holding the side of your face gently, his other hand holding your waist. You were too struck in the moment that you were unable to move. Why is he kissing me? What about his dream girl?

When he pulled back, you were standing there with your mouth agape. So many things going on right now, So many thoughts in your head. Without even realizing, tear drops have already stained your cheeks.

“Mr. Jung why did-“

With a soft smile, he wiped your tears.

“I told you before, its Jaehyun oppa for you.”

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BDRP wrimo Day 3: In script format, write the opening of your character in a popular TV series

The EX-Files, or The X-Files where Mike is Scully if Scully believed with her whole heart that not all demons/ghosts/ghouls were bad and where Sully is Mulder if Mulder didn’t believe in anything and was just using the FBI’s resources to kill everything he could find so they send in a lawyer to try and get dirt on him so they can finally fire his ass. (But spoilers, that I don’t get to since this is an opening,: They become best friends and Mike’s loyalties no longer belong to the Bureau.) 

EXT. - NIGHT - WOODS

Surrounded by trees the only sound is a man struggling to run, his BREATH and FOOTSTEPS are messy. He breaks through the brush, finally visible, but only just. He is wearing pajamas and no shoes. Odd for a romp around in the woods. At night.

He's looking over his shoulder, looking but not seeing. Something is chasing him. He looks for too long and trips over something, a branch or a root or a rock, is unknown.

He looks up. A blinding light makes his features clear, there is blood on his forehead and scratches on his cheek. He has shut his eyes against the light. 

LAUGHTER makes the man attempt to open his eyes. He shields the light with a hand, his palm is dirty and bleeding, too.

The LAUGHTER gets louder.

EXT. - DAY - WOODS

Laying face down is a man. Gloved hands turn him over to reveal he is the same man from earlier, still in his pajamas and the blood on his face has dried. 

The coroner, LEONARD QUIGGLY, a middle aged man with greying hair and thick framed glasses that match his square face, is looking the man over, frowning.

A man is taking pictures. Uniformed officers are surrounding the area with numbers and caution tape.

Two men are looking down at the corner. VICTOR is balding and stocky, he is of the mindset that it's too cold and too wet to be standing out here doing his job.

JACOBY is only a few inches taller than his partner, biting his nail as he looks on with worry. This is his first dead body. It shows.

As the coroner works Jacoby gets restless.

Victor points to the man's face, stepping so he is standing directly over the man's head.

                                              VICTOR

                          That's Nathan Weston.

                                             LEONARD

                          Is that a positive I.D.?

                                            VICTOR

                          He went to school with my son.

                                             JACOBY

                           Was it an animal?

                                            LEONARD

                                     (Shaking his head)

                          No. These markings are too precise. See here?

Leonard lifts the man's shirt. The scratches are not like the ones on the man's face. They are, as the coroner said, planned. Almost like he was used as a canvas to a drawing.

Victor tilts his head at the display. He and Leonard exchange a knowing look.

                                            VICTOR

                          Can you check his back?

Leonard turns the man in his pajamas over, lifting up his shirt. The markings are there too. But there's something else. Victor steps forwards and sighs.  

Victor walks away from the scene quickly, not looking at the other officers as he passes. He has somewhere to be that is not there.

                                            JACOBY

                                    (Looking after his partner in confusion )

                          What does that mean?

Jacoby looks at Leonard but Leonard will not meet his eyes, he is too busy looking at the man. The boy, Nathan Weston, and the cuts that adorn his body.

INT. - DAY -FBI HEADQUARTERS IN WASHINGTON D.C.

A man walks up the stairs of the entrance of the FBI building. Around him men and women pass by as they go about their day. An elevator dings, heels clack against the tile below them.

He approaches the front desk with a bright smile for the secretary sitting there.

                                             WAZOWSKI

                          Agent Michael Wazowski.

INT. - DAY -FBI HEADQUARTERS - OFFICE

MICHAEL WAZOWSKI, a young know it all whose courage outweighs his infinite amount of fear every time, walks through desks. He is taking in his surroundings, smiling at people he passes, while also making headway for where he is supposed to be.

He walks down a hallway until he stops at a door. He knocks gently three times.

                                            V.O. MAN’S VOICE

                          Enter.

Wazowski opens the door. An older man reading a newspaper is sitting at an important looking desk is inside waiting for him. His name is LANDERS, a man who once loved his job but is too old to do anything else now.

Wazowski approaches the desk.

                                            LANDERS

                          Agent Wazowski, thank you for coming on such short notice. Please, sit.

Wazowski sits as directed. His eyes drift to the two other men that are in the room. One looks younger, older than Wazowski himself, and is sitting in a chair just off to the wide of Landers’ desk. He smiles back at Wazowski when they make eye contact.

The other man is standing in the corner, not looking up from a spot on the floor. His arms are crossed and Wazowski can't really make out his expression. He can't look at him any longer, Landers is addressing him.

                                            LANDERS

                          We see you've been with us just under three years.

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          Yes, sir.

                                            LANDERS

                          You went to Law School. Passed the BAR, but decided not to practice. How did you come to work for the FBI?

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          Well, sir, I was recruited out of Law School, actually. I didn't think I would be cut out for the field work so I went ahead and took the BAR but after second thought I realized that the FBI could be a place where I could distinguish myself.

                                            LANDERS

                          Are you familiar with an Agent by the name of James P. Sullivan?

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          Yes, I am, sir.

                                            LANDERS

                          How so?

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          By...reputation. His family's name proceed's itself. He is a Yale graduated psychologist who wrote a monograph on serial killers possessed by demons, used to help catch and exorcise Jennifer Jordan in 2005. Generally thought of to be the best analyst in violent demon possessions. He had a nick name at the Academy. Scary Sullivan.  

                                            LANDERS

                          What I will also tell you is that Agent Sullivan has developed a consuming devotion to an unassigned project outside the Bureau mainstream. Are you familiar with the so called X-Files?

                                            WAZOWSKI  

                          I believe they have to do with unexplained phenomena.

                                            LANDERS

                          More or less. The reason you're here, Agent Wazowski, is we want you to assist Sullivan on these EX Files. You will write field reports on your activities along with your observations on the validity of the work.

The man in the corner looked up then. Wazowski caught his eye, faltering for a moment before looking back to Landers.

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          Am I to understand that you want me to find evidence to defraud the EX Files, sir?

                                            LANDERSw

                          Agent Wazowski, we trust your education had provided you with to make give a proper analysis to the methods that are being used on the project. You'll want to contact Agent Sullivan shortly. We look forwards to seeing your reports.

INT. - DAY - FBI HEADQUARTERS - BASEMENT

An elevator dings. Wazowski steps out into a dingy hallway that is poorly lit. There are boxes of files lining the walls. He makes his way to the end of the hall where there is barely any light left.

Wazowski knocks, in contrast they aren't as sure to the ones he had made earlier.

                                            V.O. MAN’S VOICE

                          Sorry, no body down here but the FBI's most unwanted-!

Wazowski pushes the door open anyways to find JAMES P. SULLIVAN. Bulky, spoiled, good at hiding inside himself. Confident in a way that is learned, not naturally born. He is sitting at his desk so his height is hidden for the moment. His back is turned to the door, the file he is reading open as he bends over to read it.

The office does not look like the professional ones upstairs.  There is no method to the madness. Pictures of shadow figures, of pentagrams, of people adorn the walls. Files are spilling out everywhere. Wazowski is horrified.

Still he enters.

Sullivan turns, looking up from the file. Wazowski waves.

                                            WAZOWSKI

                     (Walking forwards with his hand outstretched)

                          Agent Sullivan. I'm Michael Wazowski. I've been assigned to work with you.

                                            SULLIVAN

                    (Taking Wazowski's hand)

                          Isn't it nice to suddenly be so highly scrutinized?

Wazowski's eager demeanor shifts.

                                            SULLIVAN

                    (Going back to his file, dismissive)

                          So who did you take off to get stuck with this details? Wazowski?

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          Actually I'm really looking forwards to working with you. I've heard a lot about you. And your family.

                                            SULLIVAN

                          Oh, really? I was under the impression that my dad sent you to spy on me.

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          If you have any doubt about my qualifications or credentials-

                                            SULLIVAN

                          You're a lawyer. You teach at the Academy. Got your undergraduate degree in demonology.

Sullivan pulls a stack of papers from under a heap of files, the top few falling off. He stands, reading the top page.

                                            SULLIVAN

                          "A proposal on legal processes of Demons, Michael Wazowski, senior thesis," now that's credential, humanizing demons.

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          (Defensive)

                          Did you bother to read it?

                                            SULLIVAN

                          I did. I liked it. It's just that in most of my work demons don't necessarily sit in a court room to stand trial.  

                          Sullivan passes by Wazowski , walking to the door. He turns the lights off behind him leaving Wazowski to stand in the dark.

                                            SULLIVAN

                          Maybe I can get your opinion on this though.

Sullivan moves back into the room, turning on a projector and returning to a laptop.

On screen is a body. Nathan Weston in his pajamas, face up.

                                            SULLIVAN

                          Montana male. Age 22, no explainable cause of death. Autopsy showed nothing. Nada.

The picture changes, showing the cuts along Nathan's abdomen.

                                            SULLIVAN

                          There are, however, these lines all across his body. Not deep enough to kill him, not even deep enough to need a stitch. Lawyer Wazowski, tell me, can you I.D. these marks?

Wazowski stepped closer to the screen, apart of the projection displaying on his body as he does.

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          Claw marks, maybe? Or knife wounds made by the attacker. A rune of some kind?  

Wazowski turns back to Sullivan, who changes the slide.

                                            SULLIVAN

                          How's your chemistry? this is the chemical found on the surrounding tissue.

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          It's organic. I...don't know, is it some kind of synthetic protein?

                                            SULLIVAN

                          Beats me! I've never seen it before either. But here it is again in Astoria, Oregon, and again in Maysville, Kentucky.

The slides change. Two different bodies show on screen. Both with the same markings on their skin. Wazowski turns to look at Sullivan.

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          Do you have a theory?

                                            SULLIVAN

                          I have plenty of theories. Maybe what you could explain to me is why is Bureau policy to label these cases as unexplained phenomenon and ignore them and then expect the public to abide by laws to these creatures.

Wazowski has no answer, so he says nothing.

                                            SULLIVAN

                          You're of the mindset that demons aren't all evil? Right? That we can just, sit down and have dinner with them? Have rational conversations with them?

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          Logically, we as a society can not record all demon summoning, tears in the rift, or portal openings. We also cannot have a record of every possessed physical being walking around. And even then methods use for exorcism are barbaric, without any thought on the host until the demon is extracted. I could be a demon right now, and you'd be having a rational conversation with one, wouldn't you?

                                            SULLIVAN

                          Conventional wisdom. You know this Montana male is the fourth person in his town to die under mysterious circumstances. Now when convention and the law aren't able to give procedure to these beings, are we to just stand by and allow these things to happen just because people like you think they deserve a change to explain themselves? Would you be saying that to a human capable of these things?

                                            WAZOWSKI

                          The boy obviously died of something. If it was due to a demon it's plausible it was something missed in the postmortem, if he was murdered, it's plausible there was a sloppy investigation. What I find is the notion that you'd think an intelligent being that we know little to nothing about in the grand scheme of things would be lacking in empathy or emotion of any sort. Just because you've never run into one living a normal life here outside of the Underworld doesn't mean they aren't here. You just have to know where to look.

                                            SULLIVAN

                          That's why they put the "I" in FBI.

Sullivan smiles and walks off towards the desk he had been sitting at.

                                             SULLIVAN

                          See you tomorrow, Wazowski. Bright and early. We leave on the very first plane to Helena, Montana at 5 am. 

Wazowski stands there for a moment longer unsure of what had just happened, but he smiles because whatever it was that had happened, he had won. 

#bdrpwrimomary #i tried my best #and had to use sully because that's his partner in crime #and we don't have one so i feel as thought it was safe aha

[reflectcreatively]

Blog #3: Another New Member, Character Design & ‘Re-Vamped’ Story

Introduction

Welcome to Week 3 of ‘Reflect Creatively’. I hope you have enjoyed the journey so far! This week, the lads and I welcomed another new member to our crew, who was instrumental in helping us plan for the film as she helped design the characters. We also re-adjusted the story, reviewed the risk assessment, created a Google document for posting our ideas, and finalised the script.

And Another One

A girl by the name of Hayley joined our crew this week. As she had previously been unassigned to a group and we had only three in ours, she fit right in. She was happy to take on the roles of art director and camera girl, and as we’ll see in the next section of this post, she was particularly instrumental in art directing.

Designing the Characters

Part of Hayley’s role as the art director is that she had to design the characters. Her illustrations looked amazing; she was able to accurately use what I had described to her and implement it into the character’s appearance. Here are the designs below:

This is Ronald, the main character. He is an accountant who plans to go on a date with a girl after coming home from a long day of work. He takes a nap only to turn into a zombie afterwards.

This is Ruby, the girl that Ronald plans to date, with her dog. She becomes scared when she sees Ronald as a vampire, running away from him with her dog in hand.

This is the Goth looking male. He resolves Ronald’s problem of being unable to go out with Ruby by suggesting that he go out with him instead, which Ronald accepts.

Story ‘Re-Vamped’

There were a few improvisations that were made to this story in order to make it coherent. One of the major changes was that Ronald is no longer having a dream about looking like a vampire, but instead he actually is one. We also re-shuffled the clock tower scene so that it was placed before the date instead of after and improvised it so that he showed his vampire symptoms while walking to the date, only to be distracted by the ringing of the clock tower. Lastly, we scrapped the scene where Ronald sees a goth girl at a tram station and replaced it with him seeing the goth guy at the picnic location.

References

TPG Singapore. (2020). [Illustration which says “Work in progress. We are undergoing a revamp to serve you better”]. Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/tpgmobilesg/photos/a.897820347249924/1295022130863075/?type=3

Wiebe, D. A. (2020). [Photograph of man signing a record contract]. Music Industry How To. https://www.musicindustryhowto.com/record-label-contracts/

#creativecollaborations #week9 #assessment2

[oxfordeliterp]

CONGRATULATIONS, VICTORIA!

You have been accepted to play the role of GWENDOLYN ARMSTRONG with the faceclaim of ZOE KRAVITZ. Please create your account and send it to the main in the next 24 hours. I am swept off my feet by your application, although this time, once again, I had to choose between two marvelous ones. Yet, the way you know Gwen’s skin and what a piece of art you have turned this into captivated me and I know I couldn’t possibly see anybody else writing this character now that I have read your application. I want to read your writing forever, if possible, because you’re no Medusa, Euryale or Stheno, but a siren trying to lure people to their deaths with a breathtaking choice of words and an impressive depth that you have offered Gwendolyn. Thank you for giving me a spectacular reason to stay up all night and I already know it is going to be an honor writing with you. Based on the description of every Quarrel Club member at the end of the para sample, I would have given you any of those characters; but instead, have the queen. She’s yours.

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name and pronouns: Victoria, Vee, V for Vagina, she/her … sheeeet I don’t care, I’m just excited for a group like this to come along, a group that has pumped me up to be in the RP world again!

Age: Quarter century

Time-zone: PST

Activity level: My life is currently a clusterfuck, but a clusterfuck that is in desperate need of distraction and creative outlet. The only thing keeping me away from the interwebs is a part-time job and the graduate school application process. Sooo… I don’t know numerically out of 10? 6? 7? I never know how to answer this part - lets just say I spend more time procrastinating online than I should.

Triggers: N/A

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Desired character: I instantly connected with Gwendolyn the moment I read her bio. I’ve always had the tendency to be drawn to troubled, complex, introverted men - obviously, Gwendolyn is the opposite of all of the above, which shocked me when it came to how drawn I was to her as a character. It became quite obvious why she felts so familiar after reading her biography and her circumstances a few times through – she is the version of myself that I always wished to be but never had the balls to go through with in college. As I sit here and finish out writing this application, I realize just how much of a joy it has been simply to hash out my own feelings in an introspective way through this character. For me being a year out of college and looking back on my own experience, I recognize that her extreme black and white views on female/male dynamics and radical feminism are so familiar due to a lack of experience in the real world. I know I can play this character so well because I understand exactly what motivates her whilst also having the hindsight to understand why her extreme views will be her downfall if she doesn’t learn to compromise her brilliance. It’s so easy to see the dichotomy of men vs. women in the small bubble that is the college experience, but to be able to play it out with the self-righteousness that Gwen has for her cause, not to mention her ability to back it up with hours of research and intelligent debates, is an opportunity that I would be far too excited about!

Gender and pronouns of the character: She/Her

Changes: If it works, I have used Zoe Kravitz as my muse for this character. When it comes down to it, the writing of the character is far more important than the face but I honestly could not get her badass, renegade essence out of my mind when I was typing out her app.

I was also thinking Naya Rivera as back up #2, and then Eiza Gonzalez if you don’t see either of the other gals meshing with your vision of the RP.

Traits:

           + Charismatic, Principled, Loyal, Contemplative, Ambitious

           -  Sanctimonious, Arrogant, Fanatical, Vindictive, Stubborn

Extras:

Gwendolyn is following the History and Politics course as her major of choice. A natural fit, her aims to alter the prevailing, patriarchic gender dynamic extend much further than simply Oxford. She firmly believes that hidden in history are stories of matriarchies that have been purposely buried by the predominance of male historians. Determined to pair the wisdom and lessons of the past with a future game plan to get into politics, she knows to make a difference globally, you must know and analyze the cycles of history. Gwen is a news junkie, her cell constantly pinging with the latest updates stemming from hundreds of diverse news sources. She subscribes to a plethora of sources, never wanting to fall into the trap of an echo chamber and finding sick joy in reading viewpoints she disagrees with so she can shred the arguments apart with gusto.

Gwen is constantly challenging the syllabus and her professors for not having enough diverse content (i.e female and P.O.C authors) – much to the annoyance of her classmates. She will consistently ramble on in debate and find ways to weave in a complaint even in the most simple of question-answer class discussion. It’s gotten to the point where she has been kicked out of a class for being too confrontational.  But don’t think that’s stopped her – she now stages her formal complaints in the form of unassigned essays that she will turn into her professors detailing the long list of her objections to the proposed subject matter. She knows its drives everyone crazy, but she feels she’s doing a service to them all – it’s a well researched fact that diverse classrooms paired with varying points of view in reading material leads to the most productive learning environment, a talking point she will gladly back up with a bibliography of sources that she knows by heart.

A trait about Gwendolyn that no one would ever realize is her tendency to be exhausted by her own ambitions. Although she insists on being the loudest in a group of people, she is most comfortable when she is at one with her mind, challenging it with complex novels are articles, or if she’s lucky, finding another like-minded individual who is interested in tearing idea to shreds just for the interest of mental sparring. Although she is active in the social scene out of necessity, it’s not her goal in any way to be the life of the party unless it’s in the interest of bringing more notoriety to the Quarrel Club.

Personality Type: The Debater (ENTP)

Follow the path of the unsafe, independent thinker. Expose your ideas to the dangers of controversy. Speak your mind and fear less the label of ’crack-pot’ than the stigma of conformity. And on issues that seem important to you, stand up and be counted at any cost.” – Thomas J Watson

Taking a certain pleasure in being the underdog, Debaters enjoy the mental exercise found in questioning the prevailing mode of thought.

Treating others as they’d be treated, Debaters have little tolerance for being coddled, and dislike when people beat around the bush, especially when asking a favor.

I also have an inspo blog I’ve been using for her, the account that I applied with. It contains general quotes, people of interest, and things that I think either define Gwen as a person or better explains what she cares about. Please consider when reading the app: http://cooperxmathis.tumblr.com/

PARA SAMPLE

Everybody knows the story of Medusa, that she was a petrifying woman to be reckoned with. That her name loosely translated to Queen. That she was so terrifying that one glance into her steely eyes would turn her victim to stone. Only some people know that she hadn’t always been a hideous monster. That she had been one of the most beautiful and devoted servants of Athena, and although many men sought to marry her, she fell for Poseidon. Those with even the slightest of Greek mythology knowledge can recall that Medusa was ultimately weak and succumbed to the mortal men who hunted her down. She became a famous symbol for another man’s strength. Perseus paraded her defeat on his shield as a badge of honor – another woman down, another head on a platter, another female used as an ingredient in a trumped up legend for whatever man needed an ego boost. But there is a much more interesting story behind Medusa, a mere-mortal who squandered her time on hope and regrets, always fantasizing about returning to her mortal life of worshipping another whilst she herself was originally worshiped for the most dull of female qualities – beauty and purity.

Of course Medusa became one of the most famous female villains in Greek mythology – she was a fantastic tale of an innocent girl who lost her chastity and transformed into a seductive woman whose power was to great and finally put in her place by a cliché male hero. Male historians eat that shit up, happy to pass on a tale of a woman who got what was coming to her. The real cherry on top of this sexist shit pie, the little detail that your grade school history class always leaves out, was that the female Goddess, Athena, transformed Medusa into a monster. That in the original myth, Poseidon raped her in Athena’s temple, and out of jealous spite, Athena turned her into a monster, transforming each of her satin locks into a snake. That small detail is always left out of grade-school mythology week, probably to avoid harnessing the awareness of girl-on-girl on crime and victim blaming in young impressionable teen women. Can’t let them catch on too quick; when second class citizens are divided the patriarchy thrive – divide & conquer.  

Alas, Medusa was essentially victim-blamed after being raped by Poseidon – a sick twist that Gwen was all too happy to see her history teacher squirm over when she pleasantly brought it to light in her freshman mythology class. Gwen learned early on that if she wanted to learn relevant history outside of the ‘triumphs’ of what rich white dudes did for the benefit of other rich white dudes, she would have to dig for herself. For buried within the legend of Medusa, Queen of the Gorgons, there are two much more worthy recipients of the title, two older, immortal sisters – Stheno and Euryale. It’s no surprise that these so-called villains soon became heroes in Gwen’s mind.

The younger of the two sisters, Euryale, was the calm before the storm. Just as vicious as the others, but with a completely different approach, luring her victims in with a stillness and calming peace that would give no warning to their fate. Her eyes described as still pools of violet that tranquilized all those who looked upon them, blessing them with a feeling of control over a hectic universe, the ultimate tease.  Giving no warning for the immediate havoc that was about to be released, they would lose all desire to retaliate. Hypnotized by her presence, they would remain blissfully still until the last moment, relishing in the moment even as she sank her fangs through flesh and tore skin from bone.

Then there was Stheno, her muse, her identity, the fiercest of the three, known to be the most murderous of the Gorgon sisters, having killed more men then both of her sisters combined.  Her approach was on a complete different side of the spectrum, her eyes explosive with a fierce reminiscent of Hades’ fire. No hypnotic placidity could be found within them. She yearned for the indulgence of human flesh, indulged in the taste of warm blood. No attraction on earth is as tempting as that of a powerful force - and none came more powerful as Stheno’s presence. A temper as violent as no other on this earth or in any other existence - she was the unstoppable force that brought a swift and total destruction.

Gwen was going to rewrite Oxford history, her legacy would be destroying the façade that the Riot Club had created, revealing them for the petulant children they are, little boys creating messes for play and throwing money to clean them up. This was her pet project, her practice round before she was unleashed onto the real world. A smaller, test version of how the rest of the world works, where rich men create problems that affect the rest of us and then jack each other off for fixing the mess they had created in the first place.  She somewhat knew this was child’s play compared to raiding and destroying the ultimate boys clubs outside of Oxford, but hey, if she could tear down a centuries old tradition and replace it with a far superior female legacy within a four year span, she would finally prove to herself that she was the unstoppable force of nature that Stheno had inspired her to be.

She knew it was crucial to pick the right women, that this very first group of ten girls would be everything as they would be setting the tone for centuries to come. One of her best qualities had always been her ability to see past the bullshit of girl-on-girl crime. She never bought into the idea that in order to move up in the world she had to put other women down. It was a fact that that very notion is what has kept women as powerless for millennia, and she was determined to prove that if she brought ten of the best and brightest together, that claws would not come out, at least, not against eachother. However, her place as the leader of the group is something she would never sacrifice. Not that she is buying into an idea that she is better than any of the other women, but positive that only she has the pure, clear-cut vision of boosting them all up for the better; not to mention she hadn’t planned on being exactly forthcoming on her actual motives. The appeal of the Quarrel club was first and foremost an illusion that she was presenting. That it was something of a petty, social badge of honor that would include frivolous spending, ludicrous parties, and a bit of fun competition with the most ‘desirable’ men on campus. Little would her recruits know that she was hand picking them for their potential. She would take these confused women and show them what the world really could look like if they only had the power, if they only had the desire to restore the natural order of the world where women were destined to lead. It would be a slow process, she knew, she would have to lure them in, which would be easy. The hard part would be making them see how pointless the perks and values of the Riot Club were and showing them that true satisfaction will come from tearing down the men and everything they stand for, not just downing shots and fucking around with Oxford’s golden boys.

After months of careful planning, she had nine pristine envelopes in hand, their thick cardstock stamped with wax seal, the fierce stare of the Gorgon head piercing through the deep red. A satisfied smirk wove its way across Gwen’s lips, her eyes lighting up as she ran her fingers across the raised edges of the insignia. She knew the women would all assume it was Medusa, probably never even hearing of Stheno, but soon she was to teach them the buried history of the much stronger women that existed in not only fabled myths, but the real world as well. Soon, they too would be the legends used to inspire leagues of women to write their own history, to never be forgotten by the bias of time told through the eyes of men. The future will be rewritten and the pen will be held by f e m a l e s. Flipping over each envelope, she dipped her vintage, sterling silver pen into ink and began to write out each woman’s name.

L A U R E N    H A S T I N G S -  A crucial member for a multitude of reasons. The most obvious, everyone not only knew Lauren, but also idolized her. She glided across campus with an ease and poise that was unseen in most modern women, she epitomized the essence of old movie stars. Although Gwen in no way embodied these qualities, nor would she ever want to, she still understood the effect that this old-fashioned femininity had on the masses. Frankly, she found Lauren to be an extremely dull Betty Draper-esque robot, but if there was one thing that Gwendolyn respected it was discipline, a quality that Lauren certainly exuded with her picture perfect image. She knew that nobody could truly be that flawless, but whatever Lauren was hiding, the façade that followed her had never cracked, no scandal had ever erupted - an amazing success in Gwen’s eyes. In her mind, Lauren could be the Euryale to her Stheno. That level of control and composure was something she admired and could learn from. More importantly though, was Lauren’s connection to Jamie Heather. Her smile faltered. She would never admit to herself how much of a catalyst he had been in creating the woman she had become; that he was the very reason why the Quarrel Club would exist in the first place. No, Gwen quickly shook the beautiful face from her mind, refusing to let him run away with her thoughts once again - he doesn’t deserve that much credit.  Moving on, she poised her pen to the next ivory envelope in the stack.

E L I Z A B E T H    P E M B E R L Y  – Gwen can’t exactly put her finger on what draws her to Elizabeth, but there is an infectious energy that surrounds the girl wherever she goes. Gwen knows that she is indulgent and a bit of a narcissist, but fuck it, what man doesn’t get away with the same qualities and still labeled a charming cassanova? Elizabeth has a way about her that makes everyone desperate to please, a very distinct feminine essence that is subtle but inevitably intoxicating. Better to have that on her side, to harness that sort of brilliant charismatic energy and exploit it for her own purpose than to let Elizabeth waste away her own potential. She has a power that makes people do whatever she wants without asking them, for motivations that they don’t even understand but desperately urge to simply satisfy her.

V I C T O R I A   D E  T E R R E R O S Another choice that although overwhelmingly dissimilar to herself, came with a connection to the Riot club paired with the bonus of an old family name. Although Lauren had the essence of a celebrity, Victoria actually was one. Not that Gwendolyn was one to give a shit about tabloid fodder. There were far too many important events and people in the world to waste time on the likes of People magazine or throwing meaningless likes to Instagram ‘stars’ desperate for validation from thousands of strangers. No, she was not one to be starstruck by celebrity influence, but she couldn’t deny that in today’s times, Victoria’s tabloid status could be of use. If she could have an early influence on the young royal, there’s a chance that she could make sure that Victoria didn’t become another pretty face simply peddling Vitamix or whatever bullshit beauty product down the throats of millennial lemmings glued to their phone screens. Plus, Gwen’s obsessions with history meant that an old, royal family name couldn’t help but pique her interest. Package that in with a brother in the Riot Club and Victoria was a given.  

A R I A   B E L L E F O N T E – She could never put her finger on exactly what drew her to Aria, but she in some ways has always envied her. Her effortless charm and impassivity are qualities that Gwen knows she could never enjoy but admires greatly. A woman like Aria is crucial to the group, a perfect example of the type of women who should be, no – will be – running the world. Aria never smiles to please, never wastes her time nor believes that her appearance is anything but an asterisk to her entire being, never felt the need to parade whatever it is her parents do to enable her to afford attending such a prestigious university. Aria simply exists, in complete authenticity; a woman who has never tried, let alone needed, to impress anyone yet has a bounty of influence at her fingertips. The only negative that Gwen can assess is the utter lack of appreciation that Aria has for her own influence. She seems completely satisfied to drift among their entitled peers with little motivation to do anything with her gifts. Pressing her silver pen as she dotted the I of Aria’s name, Gwen was sure she could inspire the girl to follow through with her full potential.

A L E X A N D R A   R O S S E S S E N – Whispers could be heard all over campus of the brilliant young woman who at only sixteen had earned early admission to Oxford. Whispers turned into full blown shouts as soon as everyone realized such a brilliant mind came packaged in a red-haired, statuesque beauty. She and Alexandra had a class together where Gwen got to witness the full blown arrogance of the child genius, a quality that turned the rest of the class off but Gwen absolutely adored. At such a young age Alexandra had the confidence that most women never find after years of soul-searching and worthless self-help guides. Alexandra had a quick wit and didn’t abstain from questioning authority, a quality Gwen quickly picked up on after witnessing her challenge many of the key points in several lectures. Not to mention the rumors that she was behind the gossip maven Ace, a serious advantage that Gwen knew if she could harness for the benefit of the Quarell Club could be a crucial cog in the warhead she was creating against the Riot Club. After all, everyone knows to win a war people need to believe the rookies have a fighting chance; it brings morale up among underestimated troops and breeds allegiance in new acquaintances determined to prove themselves. And in the court of public opinion, Ace could weave a narrative of success and manipulate gossip during the inevitable hiccups that come with starting such an exclusive group.

A R A B E L L A   W I N D S O R – Everyone knows about Arabella Windsor and her midnight escapades. Judgments surrounding her loose reputation never cease and what Gwen adores is the fact that she seems to revel in them. Gwen abhors the double standard that tells women they must be as beautiful and sexually desirable as humanly possible but once they take control of said sexuality and use it for their own pleasure are labeled slut and presumably undesirable, a catch twenty-two that would be amusing if it wasn’t so prevalent and capable of destroying a woman’s self worth. Female sexuality has been the number one weapon manipulated by men to keep women in their place since the dawn of time. That much is most obvious even now when you look at every government funded female health legislation dictated by literal (and figurative) dicks with not one woman in sight to speak for her own body.  The key to the male ego is his ability to womanize, to show he’s the big man on campus by tricking women into his bed and then ignoring their very existence the next day as a power play. Gwen isn’t sure if Arabella knows just how much of a social renegade she is just by simply sleeping with as many men as she pleases without guilt, but she is determined to take that unabashed female sexual prowess and harness it into more meaningful pursuits. She knows there is a bit of risk involved, seeing as many of Arabella’s conquests are men of the Riot Club, but with the right amount of loyalty to the Quarell club instilled, Arabella’s sexuality could be used as a weapon. After all, it’s a well-known cliché that a man is most weak with his trousers around his ankles.

C O R D E L I A   M C Q U E E N – Cordelia attracts the gaze and curiosity of many, not only because of her world-famous last name, but because of the mysterious way in which she carries herself. She is a walking oxymoron – charismatic yet unforthcoming with the few words she speaks at all, a wallflower in theory and yet impossible to ignore. She is the type of girl that you always want to know more about but refuses to share what she doesn’t meticulously allow to be public. Gwen was determined to have her be a member of the club the moment she saw her. Her effortless appeal and unwavering mysterious persona perplexes many, Gwen herself falling under the spell. She isn’t sure what exactly the girl can bring to the club, but the magnetism she exudes is sure to be harboring an untapped potential that Gwen could use to the club’s advantage. Plus, if Gwen is honest with herself, the connection Cordelia holds to high-fashion royalty adds an essence of exclusivity and publicity that Gwen is just shallow enough to take advantage of.

C H A R L O T T E   Z E R I L L I – With a twin in the riot club, Gwen knew that Charlotte would be a risky choice that could pan out to be a fountain of knowledge into the inner-workings of the Riot Club or backfire in a nuclear fashion if she couldn’t harness her loyalty to fall into step with the Quarrel club. Gwen had a feeling that Charlotte had always been the brilliant one out of the Zerelli twins, that she had been living in her brother’s shadow and was looking for an opportunity to stretch her legs in a role of influence. With the right coaxing and a group of brilliant women surrounding her, Gwen was sure that Charlotte was a harbor of untapped potential that could prove to be one of her finest choices of all. There wasn’t an exact quality that she could put her finger on when it came to what drew her to Charlotte, but Gwen wasn’t one to silence her intuition. Too many women choose to ignore that little voice in their head that all too often is screaming the right answer because they have so little trust in their own minds that they choose to silence their own power. Women’s intuition isn’t a myth, and Gwen is out to prove that hers is spot on.

L A N A   C H A M B E R S – With a mind as sharp as her own, Lana was the last woman to make the cut. It’s not that she didn’t have the right temperament for the club, she was there on scholarship after all, proving that she had a keen mind and was determined to fight her way to the top. It’s just that Gwen was aware that her combined choice of women has an overall image to maintain. It was crucial to show that the Quarrel club would not have money be an influential factor in membership. Gwen is apt to criticize capitalism and is she is a firm believer that white imperialism has lead to the huge income inequality gap that exists between the worlds most wealthy and most poor. Gwen won’t admit to herself that she is using Lana as a tool to show off her own biases towards wealth and money in general. In her mind, she’s doing the right thing, offering a woman a spot in a money-driven social circle and coming off as a selfless queen who is above such superficial things such as monetary measures, despite knowing little of actual poverty after growing up in family of extreme upper-class means and opportunities.

Pressing the final wax seal with satisfaction, Gwen felt the high rush that comes whenever she feels she is on the precipice of a brilliant scheme about to be realized. This would be her master project, her legacy, her own personal legend. Oxford would be forever altered, the gender dynamic pushed in a completely different direction with women, her women, leading the pack. Sliding the ivory envelopes into her tan leather backpack, she sauntered out the door, her head raised high, already balancing the inevitable crown she was about to take as her own.

#accepted #gwendolyn armstrong

[postwarlevi]

Attack on Titan collab for writers and artists alike

My first collab. Yay! Be gentle. And thank you to @firefly-graphics for these amazing dividers!

Autumn is just around the corner. A drop in temperature, cozy blankets, leaves falling, less daylight, fall festivals, apple cider, pumpkin pie... love?

If it's autumn themed, step right up!

Guidelines:

🍂 Strictly Attack on Titan, strictly SFW only. Slightly suggestable okay, very slightly. (if you're unsure, better to be safe!) Modern, canon, whatever!

🎃 Open to any pairing, character ships, character x reader, or just a group of characters enjoying autumn. No restrictions.

🍎 This is open to all sorts of creations. Writers with stories, HCs, shorter drabbles (let's say maybe at least 200 words?) Artists with fanart or mood boards, etc.

☕ Any autumn activity is welcome, and including holidays within fall (Halloween, etc). You can even throw in things you can do anytime (drive in movie, etc) as long is it clearly takes place in autumn (mentions of weather, decorations, etc)

How to join + Rules:

--To join please first send me an ask or a message so I can add your name to the masterlist below. Also let me know what you might plan (HC, mood board, etc) and what characters are included once you have the idea.

-- Anyone is welcome to join as this is a SFW collab. But respect contributors rules on their pages!

-- You may join multiple times and no need to stick to the same pairing (unless you want to).

-- When you're ready, tag me in your post @postwarlevi so I can enjoy and add the piece to the masterlist and also please include the tag of #harvestmoonaotcollab

-- Start posting September 1st. Soft deadline of December 1st 2023 (a little after is perfectly fine!)

-- and of course if you like the idea, want to join, and want others to, reblogs are appreciated :)

Masterlist:

My contribution: unassigned male character x reader fic

@levi-supreme - Levi x fem!reader fic

@flametrashira - Levi x gender neutral reader fic

@m-jelly - dad/sheriff Levi fic

@arlerts-angel - Armin x gender neutral reader fic

@svftackerman - Levi x fem!reader fic

@la-undercover-latina - Hange, Levi, cadets fic

@romantichomicide95 - Levi x fem!reader fic

@happybird16 - Levi x reader fic

@levis-squishy-cheeks - vet/trio fanart

@robynhoodss - Levi x gender neutral reader fic

@roseofdarknessblog - character x fem!reader fic

@necessaryvictoriangargoyle - Reiner x Bertholdt

@yakaaamoz - Levi x reader fic f. Zeke

@mootheskinnycowsblog - Levi x fem reader fic

@humanitys-strongest-bamf - postwar Levi x reader

@darkstarlight82 - Levi x reader short fic

@chaotic-on-main - Levi x reader short + moodboard

@youre-ackermine - Levi x Hange fic

#attack on titan #aot #aot collab #attack on titan collab #anime collab #art collab #writing collab #sfw #under a harvest moon #snk #shingeki no kyojin #Harvestmoonaotcollab

[goingknowherewastaken]

Plausible Attraction

Title: Plausible Attraction Prompt: So I recently started watching The X-Files on Netflix and before the first episode was even done I just knew I had to do a McKirk fic with the concept. (I have no idea if anyone else has done this, but here’s my contribution!) Fandom: Star Trek x The X-Files Relationship: Jim Kirk x Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy // McKirk Warnings: some vulgar language, mentions of death Additional info: With some character and detail alterations, it’s pretty much the part of the episode starting with the time of the reassignment to when they end their first meeting. This site  has the transcripts of the show’s episodes and it’s what I used to write up the dialogue and scenes that happened in the episode instead of continuously replaying the episode over and over again. Also, right now I’m just keeping this as a one-shot.

Summary: Agent Leonard McCoy gets a new assignment. It and his new partner are not what he expected.

Plausible Attraction

FBI HEADQUARTERS || WASHINGTON, D.C. 

The brunet scowled as he strode through the building filled with his fellow black-suited agents. They ignored him or, at least, they pretended to ignore him. Everyone in the building was well-aware of the no-nonsense agent. Those well-acquainted with the Georgian merely brushed off his gruff demeanor. The newbies took one look and scattered.

Especially this early in the morning with no coffee in hand.

Turning down a narrow hallway, he finally slowed to a stop outside of an office door; the golden plaque declared that it belonged to a one ‘Section Chief Christopher Pike’. He raised his broad hand and gave two quick raps on the door to announce his arrival.

“Come in.”

He took a deep breath and tried to school his face into a less surly expression as he entered the office.

Christopher Pike was an example of FBI excellence. Originally a young, hot-shot police officer who tired of small town skirmishes, Pike breezed through the academy and agent life, earning the respect from fellow agents and superiors alike. Now, after 32 years of service and being named Section Chief,  that respect has yet to cease.

“Agent McCoy, thank you for coming on such short notice.”

Even as he simply sat behind his desk, the sharply-dressed, silver-haired, middle-aged man exuded an assertive grace; one that caused McCoy to gather his composure even after knowing him since gaining his status as an active agent. 

Pike gestured towards the empty chairs placed before his desk. “Please, have a seat.”

McCoy nodded and crossed the room. In doing so, he took notice of another presence in the small office. After taking a seat, the second man moved to stand at parade rest just behind Pike, giving McCoy a chance to see his identity. 

Agent Spock T’gai - the FBI poster child of good behavior and McCoy’s least favorite agent. He was too composed, too stoic, a bit of a narcissist, and had a god-awful bowl cut.

McCoy shoved down the memory of their run-in two years ago and focused on Pike.

The man in question let the silence in the room hang for a moment before breaking it. “Agent McCoy, we see you’ve been with us for just over three years.”

The urge for an eye-roll and sarcastic reply weighed heavily on McCoy’s tongue, but Spock’s presence caused him to refrain from giving into it. Pike wouldn’t care, but Spock would. “Yes, sir.”

Pike gave a soft hmmm. “And, you went to medical school - top of your class, might I add, with your pick of top hospitals once you graduated - but you chose not to practice. How’d you come to work for the F.B.I?”

Another eye-roll was suppressed. “You already know this, sir.”

Two brows were raised at his reply - one amused and one unimpressed. McCoy heaved an audible sigh. “I was recruited out of med school, sir, several weeks before graduation.” He still remembered that night. He had been going on his twenty-fifth hour of coffee-fueled energy when a suit had intercepted his way to the break-room, offering him the job of a lifetime. “They wanted a few more medical specialists in the ranks, but after a few months I got a little restless. Field work was more interesting.

My family still thinks the switch was a delayed act of rebellion, but I saw the FBI as a place to distinguish myself from the rest of the doctors in my family. So I took the chance. Still don’t regret it for a second.”

“Even though it would eventually lead to a failed marriage?” 

Pike must have seen the red flash in McCoy’s eyes at Spock’s callous remark because he quickly stated, “Are you familiar with an agent named James Kirk?”

McCoy’s anger was momentarily abated by the abrupt comment. “Yes, sir, I am.”  Both seemed surprised at the response.

Who wasn’t familiar with the guy? 

“How so?” Spock intoned, curious about how he knew the younger agent.

“Reputation.” Despite never actually seeing the kid, McCoy doubted there was a single soul in the agency that didn’t know about James Kirk. The second son of two legendary agents, his father, George Kirk, was killed the day Jim was born in an attempt to take a serial killer into custody. Days later, Winona resigned and moved out to Iowa. The next time the FBI heard major news about the family was when Kirk graduated college. “He’s one of the youngest recruits to date. A certified genius with degrees ranging from engineering to psychology, he wrote a monograph on serial killers and the occult, who helped to catch Nero. Generally thought of as the best analyst and agent in the violent crimes section.” There were several other things that McCoy could have added, but he didn’t think the kid’s promiscuity and tendency to bend and break the rules was something he needed to say aloud.

Pike tapped the arm of his chair in consideration. “What I’ll also tell you is that Agent Kirk has developed a consuming devotion to an unassigned project outside the bureau mainstream. Are you familiar with the so-called ‘X-Files?’”

“I’ve heard rumors of them, but I thought that that’s all they were.” McCoy scrunched up his face in though. “They have to do with unexplained phenomena, correct?”

The older agent tilted his head. “More or less. The reason you’re here, Agent McCoy, is that we want you to assist Kirk on these X-Files.You'll write field reports on your activities, along with your observations on the validity of the work.”

Stunned silence was all that McCoy could managed for several moments as he looked between the two agents in shock. “What?”

Spock seemed confused at McCoy’s own confusion. “What Chief Pike sai--”

“I heard what he said,” McCoy raised a hand and cut Spock off. “I just -- am I to understand that you want me to debunk the X-Files project?”

“Agent McCoy,” a facetious Pike began, “we trust you’ll make the proper scientific analysis. You’ll want to contact Agent Kirk shortly.” With a final nod to end the early meeting, he added. “We look forward to seeing your reports.”

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McCoy, with his arms crossed over his chest, practically radiated frustration as he glared at the closed doors of the elevator. Of all the cases and partners he could have been assigned to, it just had to be the ones that dealt with hooey-crap. 

At the ding!, he grumbled again and began to stomp his way through the abandoned basement. Well, nearly abandoned. This was the location of Agent Kirk’s office.

Because where else would you put someone obsessed with superstitions and myths.

It was only once he reached the very back that he came across an office door. He knocked twice with his knuckles, cursing Pike under his breath for making him do this.

A male’s voice sounded through the door. “Sorry! Nobody down here but the F.B.I’s most unwanted!”

McCoy heaved another sigh before reaching out and twisting the knob, finally revealing the world he would now be working in...and - boy- is it a doozy. The walls of the tiny office are the first thing that demand attention; each one plastered floor to ceiling with photos of UFO’s, ghosts, supernatural beings that McCoy couldn’t even put a name to, and several posters - one of which displays a UFO with the text ‘I Want to Believe’. Nestled in between the massive collage were a handful of whiteboards and one silver screen. There were a total of seven metal filing cabinets shoved to the side and a handful of stools and chairs scattered about. To the right of the door, there was a second room separated by chain-length wall that seemed to be some sort of workzone. The wall mounted tables in the room weren’t any better; every single bit of space was cluttered with files, photos, knick-knacks, and a computer, currently displaying a page of text that McCoy couldn’t read.

Then again, that was probably due to most of the page being blocked by a curious looking--

Oh. 

Pike was forgiven.

McCoy’s brain stuttered to a halt once his eyes finally landed on his new partner. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but Agent James Kirk was definitely not it. For someone who’s office was in a windowless basement, Kirk appeared to be made of sunlight. His golden hair - tousled from his long fingers - and sun-kissed skin - scattered with light freckles and beauty marks - practically glowed under the warm light of the old bulbs. Piercing blue eyes - the color of a clear day and brimming with curiosity - caught his own from behind thick black frames that sat upon the bridge of a delicate nose. Pink, plush lips - quirked in fascination - were cradled in a strong jaw coated in a light stubble. 

This man did not deserve to be hidden away in the depths of a basement.

McCoy blinked out of his stupor. “What?”

Kirk’s lips twitched in amusement. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, ummmm,” he stuttered, face flushing when he realized he’d been caught staring. He hastily stepped farther into the office and thrust out his hand. “Agent Kirk, I--”

“Jim.”

McCoy blinked. “What?”

“Jim. James Tiberius Kirk, but I prefer Jim.”

“Oh, okay. Jim, uh, I’m Leonard McCoy, I’ve been assigned to work with you.” He managed to gather his thoughts enough to get the statement out. 

What the hell?? He was never this flustered.

Jim shook his hand, revealing a strong grip that matched the man’s large hands. “Oh isn’t it nice to suddenly be so highly regarded?” He leaned back in his chair, threading his fingers together behind his head, the rolled-up sleeves inching farther up his arms. Leonard was pretty sure the blond’s white button down was grateful to have the top two buttons undone. The stretch from the movement would have been too much on the nicely fitted shirt. “So, who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, McCoy?” 

More like what did I do in a past life.

“Actually, I’m looking forward to working with you.” Well, now he is. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Well, a little bit.

At that, Jim sat forward and raised a bushy brow. “Oh, really?” He stood up. “See, I was under the impression --” One step. Two steps. “-- that you were sent to spy on me.” Jim had them toe to toe, closing the distance between them to only a few inches. A sardonic grin graced his face. Turns out he was nearly as tall as Leonard was and just a little leaner. 

Leonard held his ground and stared right back. “If you have any doubt about my qualifications or credentials, th--”

He broke off as Jim held up a hand and then stepped back to grab a paper from a pile on his desk. “You’re a medical doctor, graduated from ‘Old Miss’, and have been an agent for about three years now. And, you did your undergraduate degree in physics.” He adjusted his glasses and held the paper closer to his face. “Einstein’s Twin Paradox, a New Interpretation. Leonard McCoy. Senior Thesis.” He turned his head back to Leonard. “Now that’s a credential, rewriting Einstein. I gotta say, I was not expecting that from you.”

Leonard glowered and crossed his arms again, choosing to ignore the last part. “Did you even bother to read it?”

“I did.” Jim gave a million-watt smile. “I liked it. But...” He sat back down and clicked around at the computer. “In most of my work, the laws of physics rarely seem to apply.” He turned back around and gestured to a point behind Leonard. “Can you get the lights?”

He rolled his eyes, but obliged the command. Instead of being left in darkness, the bright glow of a projector attached to the ceiling gave them light. They both turned to face the information now on the screen.

Leonard stared at the photo of the female and the smaller text next to it. “What is this?”

“I was hoping to get your medical opinion. This is Karen Swenson.” He used the mouse to circle her face. “An Oregon female, age twenty-one, no explainable cause of death. Her autopsy shows nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch.” He clicked the mouse to change to the next slide, one that showed two bumps on her back. “There were, however, these two distinct marks on her lower back.” He zoomed in on the spots. “Doctor McCoy, can you ID these marks?”

Leonard stepped closer squinting at the bright screen. “Needle punctures, maybe? Animal bite? Electrocution of some kind?” Using pictures projected on a screen wasn’t the same as observing the actual body.

He heard another click and the slide changed. He heard Jim say, “How’s your chemistry? This is the substance found in the surrounding tissue.”

“It’s organic...” He scanned over the slide. “I don’t know, is it some kind of synthetic protein? I’ve never seen this before.” At Jim’s sigh he turned back around to see him.

“Me either, but look at this.” He clicked again and Leonard observed the new slide; the body of a boy laying face-down on railroad tracks, his shirt was lifted in the back. Jim zoomed in on the exposed patch of skin. 

Leonard’s head tilted in interest. “It’s the same marks.”

“Sturgis, South Dakota.”

Another click. Another close-up of another pair of red bumps. “And again in Shamrock, Texas.”

The doctor mulled over what he was just shown. He twisted back to Jim, finding his eyes shining in the light. “Do you have a theory?”

“Oh, I have plenty of theories.” He gets up and walks towards Leonard to stand before him. “Maybe what you can explain to me is why it’s bureau policy to label these cases as ‘unexplained phenomena’ and ignore them.” His eyes gained a mischievous air and he leaned forward, just enough that his warm breath ghosted over Leonard’s face as he eerily whispered, “Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?”

“Logically, I would have to say ‘no’.” God, he sounded like Spock. “Given the distances needed to travel from the far reaches of space, the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft’s capabilities th...” He trailed off at Jim’s amused smirk. “What?”

He shrugged. “It’s comforting to know they sent me someone who’s thought about this stuff before.” Leonard rewarded him with a snort. “But, McCoy,” He scrunched up his face, resulting in Leonard getting distracted by the little wrinkles that appeared in Jim’s nose. “Leonard? Len? Leo? Nope. Not gonna work. What’s your middle name?”

“My...why do you need my middle name? What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to figure out what the hell to call you. ‘McCoy’ seems too impersonal and ‘Leonard’ is just...no.” The nose crinkles appeared again.

“What’s wrong with ‘Leonard’?” He felt like he should be insulted, but...

“You don’t look like a ‘Leonard’. You’re too young to be a ‘Leonard’.”

“I’m nearly thirty.”

“Exactly!” Why was this guy so exuberant about names? “You’re too young!”

Leonard rolled his eyes. “Sure thing, Tiberius.” Jim squinted his eyes at the mention of his middle name. “And I’m not telling you my middle name. If you have a problem with my first name, you’re gonna definitely have issues with my middle one.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that because Jim lit up like a kid in a candy shop. “No. Nope. I’m not telling you. Don’t even try.”

And he immediately wanted to punch himself when the kid deflated. 

“Fine. You don’t have to tell me,” Jim huffed out. “I’ll just look up your file later.” Leonard was cut off before he even had a chance to argue. “Until then, I’ll just have to think of something for you.” 

A tinge of worry filled his gut. 

Jim looked waaaay to excited about that idea. 

He sighed. “I don’t have a choice in the matter, do I?”

Another radiant smile. “Nope!” He glanced back at the screen and the two suddenly remembered why they were they. “Right! Conventional wisdom!” Jim stepped away from him and darted back to the computer, clicking through the slides back to the first victim Leonard was shown. “You know this Oregon female? She’s the fourth person in her graduating class to die under mysterious circumstances.” He held up both hands. “Now, when convention and science offer us no answers...” He lifted a brow. “...might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?”

He had to hand it to the guy; he was good. Leonard waved his hand at the screen. “The girl obviously died of something. If it was by natural means, it’s plausible that there was something missing in the postmortem. If she was murdered, it’s plausible that there was a sloppy investigation or maybe even a purposeful cover-up.” He moved to stand a few feet away from where Jim sat. “What I find ‘fantastic’ is any notion that there are answers beyond the realm of science. The answers are there. You just have to know where to look.”

With that, Jim leaned forward and looked up at Leonard, resting his elbows on his knees. “That’s why they put the ‘I’ in ‘F.B.I.’” He punctuated the acronym. Leonard watched as Jim then leaned back and spun his chair to start sorting through papers. “See you tomorrow morning, Doc --” He scrunched his face once more. “-- bright and early!”

Leonard huffed and rolled his eyes yet again before turning to leave the still dim office. Just as he stepped through the door, he heard Jim say, “We leave for the very plausible state of Oregon at eight A.M.!”

A glance back at his new partner revealed that he was now facing his computer, but Leonard knew when he was being watched in someone’s peripheral. 

He smothered a smile. 

He had a case to pack for.

#mckirk #fanfiction #star trek #star trek au #the x files #bones #jim kirk #captain kirk #leonard mccoy #doctor mccoy #james t kirk #james kirk #fan fic #one shot #x files au #agent mccoy #agent kirk #crossover #goingknowhere #goingknowherewastaken

[spiffycow]

So you want to play FO4 with Mods...

...But you don’t know where to start or what to get. That’s what this post is for!

Below is a categorized list of mods I currently use in my game With Links.

Note that my playstyle is to prefer the game to remain mostly the same, a little more difficult, closer to the survival style, with everything maintaining immersion, & loaded up on settlement options. If this sounds like you, then please view below the cut!

Happy gaming!

Setup

Realize that with mods enabled, you will not be able to earn achievements. There is a mod workaround for this, but in the spirit of the devs intending you to earn said achievements with a vanilla character, I’ll not be including it in my list. If continuing to earn achievements is important to you, create a new character or a new save file and keep them separate.

First you will want to navigate to your Documents/MyGames/Fallout 4 and open Fallout4Custom.ini. At the bottom, add these lines EXACTLY, then save and close.

[Archive] bInvalidateOlderFiles=1 sResourceDataDirsFinal= 

Download ENBoost and extract the files inside WrapperVersion into your Fallout 4 game folder. Run Enblocal.ini and set ForceVideoMemorySize=true. Save and close. If you have a video card with more than 4gigs of VRAM, adjust the VideoMemorySizeMb to reflect that number (4096, 8192, 16384, etc.)

Next, visit the NexusMods site, create an account, and click “Install NMM” at the top of the page. Once it’s finished downloading, run the installer and then the program. When it’s scanning for games, make sure to verify Fallout 4 and hit Finish. Select Fallout 4 and hit OK.

Note: If it asks you Do you want to auto-create categories, I always hit No, but you do you. It’s a purely organisational preference. I like to create my own categories, as you will discover further in the post~

Mods

As previously mentioned, I like to organize my mods a little differently than default. If you choose to do this as well, your newly downloaded mods will be under the “Unassigned” category.

Tier 1: Essentials

This category is basically mods that are either required for other mods or mods so great and wonderful that I would never really consider playing without them.

Adjustable UI Volume Sliders

Armor and Weapon Keywords Community Resource

DEF_UI

Full Dialogue Interface

HUDFramework

Improved Map with Visible Roads

Unofficial Fallout 4 Patch

Valdacil’s Item Sorting

Tier 2: Visual Enhancements

Enhanced Blood Textures

EoW - Pre-War Books Retexture

Interiors Enhanced

True Nights (for True Storms with ENB)

True Storms - Wasteland Edition

WET - Water Enhancement Textures

Tier 3: Settlements

Basement Living - Bunker and Basement Player Homes

Better Settlers

Craftable Turret Stands

Crafting Workbenches

Creative Clutter

Do It Yourshelf

Homemaker - Expanded Settlements

Increased Build Limit Enhanced

Laundry Day

Longer Power Lines

Manufacturing Extended

No More Floating Razorgrain

NorthlandDiggers Resources

OCDecorator - Static Loot

Salvage Beacons

Settlement Attacks Beyond

Sim Settlements

Snappable Junk Fences

Spring Cleaning

The Fridge

Thematic and Practical

Videos of the Wasteland

Tier 4: Followers

Danse GTFO Power Armor

Dogmeat’s Backpack

Everyone’s Best Friend

K-9 Harness

More Smarter Companions

Tier 5: Character & Cosmetics

Armorsmith Extended

Commonwealth Cuts - KS Hairdos - ApachiiSkyHair

Eyewear and Mask Retexture

Holstered Weapons by Azar

LooksMenu Customization Compendium

Lots More Facial Hair

Lots More Female Hairstyles

Lots More Male Hairstyles

Lowered Weapons

Wearable Backpacks and Pouches

Tier 6: QoL & Immersion

Beantown Interiors Project

Better Mod Descriptions

Brahmin Troughs

Campsite

Immersive Drumlin Diner

Immersive Fast Travel

Immersive Vendors

More Where That Came From - Diamond City Radio Edition

Old Saint Nick’s Christmas Radio

Old World Radio - Boston

Pip-Pad

Super Mutant Redux

Swinging Animated Meat Bags

Targeting HUD and Betty Mentats Enhanced

Targeting Sensors on Recon Scopes

We Are The Minutemen

Once you’re finished downloading, go through the list and install them. Be sure to pay attention to each mod’s instructions as they will tell you what conflicts they have with other mods and what patches to install, as well as what  files should overwrite others.

Once all mods are installed, download and install LOOT then sort and apply to optimize your load order.

#fallout 4 #mods

[sykespalmer]

'Minecraft' Finally has a free Girl Character

A lot of girls play Minecraft but you'd never be able to tell it apart by the default character options. Unless you've decided to spend money or install a mod your only option to date has been Steve who is the game's male character. Mojang has finally made it possible for builders to select a free girl-friendly character called Alex. https://forums.com.bz/ She's previously been an unassigned character in the computer version, but this move will help female players on all platforms sculpt their dream worlds using a character they can identify with. Alex will be available for Xbox and PlayStation gamers on April 29th. Mobile gamers using the Pocket Edition should get her this summer.

#Forums #Another Blog #another forum

[bedlamgames]

Q&A #12

Still working on that hotfix, should have it up before the stream tonight. 

Many, many questions and answers under the break

Anonymous: Is it still possible for the PC to get the Trainer trait from going to the Mistress of Torments mission?

It is. Needs specific text for you though on the Success as currently it’s one of the ones with only generic text. 

Anonymous: Didn't notice it in the changelog, but I thought I recalled some mention of potions being added this update. Any inf you could give us on that?

Ended up just being the one extra potion for this update which is Shakko and is mainly linked to the new Orc Cum Addict training. More potions will be coming in later updates.

Anonymous: 1 of my slaves are in encampment role as seamstress. She is Vivian. And I got 3 slaves not assigned to anything. When I ended day the slave part of the day also called 2 out of the 3 non assigned slaves also seamstress. "Vivian was chained in place while slaving away on both maintaining and improving the clothing of the encampment." Tesslora and Malrase both slaves unassigned to anything have that same message while the last unassigned slave has usual "left alone" message.

Cheers, I’ve had similar reports about slave-smiths so something is clearly up there.

Anonymous: xfto: so a short list of bugs i have seen so far,A: random tentacle trait for slaves, dont know how this one happens, but the slaves have the trait but its not mentioned in their examination B: regeneration trait is mentioned in the examination but theres no trait in the list next to aggressive etc C: this one is gamebreaking and i dont know how it happened, BUT after ranking up my slaving-level and picking my free slaver my camp-leader dissapears from selection/game, says i m on an assignment

Regeneration is not classed as a trait but on the same level as the alterations caused by corruption. Reason for that is it’s not something assignments would check on for chances of success/failure but it is used for avoiding negative consequences, making them immune to being hungover and allowing them to recover faster. 

Anonymous: I've tried to do the Cutprice Rose mission with the player character a few times now and it always crashes when the PC gets to the city. Tried it with a female Nethemir and a female succubus.

Weird, I wonder if that’s related to the new thing where certain races automatically have the fel tainted trait which both of those do. 

Anonymous: I just got a new slave who has slutty trait twice. I got her from the assignment where a warlock is going to do some ritual with kidnapped maiden. I choose the defending assignment and had crititcal success. Name: Nikki Muddcraft Race: Neko - Sex: Female - Status: Slave Traits: Magic: Corruption - Depraved - Slutty - Slutty - Sneaky - Agile

Double traits, oh double traits, one day I’ll work out how to avoid you forever. Obvious answer thankfully on that one. 

Anonymous: I imagine this has come up before but just in case, is there any chance of an editing function in the future? What I mean by that is a method of modifying slavers/slaves on the fly as opposed to endlessly reloading or restarting in the event of bad rolls. Though I am aware that you don't necessarily have to pick one of the slavers upon "leveling up," this isn't an option at the start. Case in point, I just had a second-in-command seed with Leader/Peaceful/Brutal/Creative/Weak.

Currently no. There will be more ways though to adapt slavers in future to add/remove traits and as the Second-in-Command gets more expanded on that might just be a really good one to have in comparison to others. 

Anonymous: Does taking the clumsy trait make it more likely for corruption and biomancy to turn on you?

No, but that’s sodding genius. Consider that idea very much yoinked. 

tpogs: Aaaaaaaagh! I'm so mad at you! The art you pick for your trap/feminine males is so effing good. That male Sea Elf is just to much. You're a monster.

Thanks, I do try :D

Anonymous: Do you have any pets?

I have a planted aquarium currently with kuhli loaches, platies, tetras, three female fighting fish, some shrimp, and a couple of assassin snails. 

Anonymous: In the new update, the assignment "A Word In Your Ear" you pick a slaver first, but cannot pick a slave second. Thank you for the good work, keep it up.

Cheers, I appreciate it.

Anonymous: Trading - Cutprice Roses. Text says (maximum of three purchased) and I can only buy 1 item even though I have enough budget to buy 2. So is this bugged or what does that (maximum of three purchased) mean?

Sounds bugged to me. 

Anonymous: "Madame, really for me?" place asks, their eyes lighting up at the sight of what you have for them. "I'll try it on right away." I got that when I was trying to assign armour. I accidentally clicked on the someone in the camp option instead of myself. So I tried to back out and when I clicked cancel I got that message and armor vanished from encampment. I also checked every slaver and slave and none of them got it equipped.

Cancelling on assigning gear apparently is causing some real issues like also giving it a wearability rating of 0 which is a bugger. 

Anonymous: There's an old bug with changing places, causes a slaver to duplicated as a slave when you select something other then a slave, can even be the leader of the encampment. Only problem is that that the leader can disappear from it and requires to give orders when away from camp so right clicking on a slaver to break the end of day. theres also the issue of peoples names being removed if you sell the slave of the slaver and the whole thing of it counting towards slavers being away.

Wait don’t only slaves show up as selectable now for that part of the assignment? Damn thought I’d sorted that.

Anonymous: There's a bug with selecting who to use the potion on if you cancel it you can't select who to use it on ever again, might apply to a few other screens as well.

Sounds similar to the earlier gear issue. Will see if I can sort them both out together.

Anonymous: There's no option to go back from the fully random start. could there also be an option to save one of the rolls of the characters so if one were to keep re rolling that they might have an option to select one that might have been rarer.

True. That’s theoretically possible to add but I know it’s going to be an utter bastard to implement so not saying that it isn’t going to happen just might take awhile. 

Anonymous: Minor bug I think, if you take Magic: Illusionist, it isn't triggering for Scour Dockside for new talent and maybe other assignments with Magic: Illusion

Will check it out.

Anonymous: So I've noticed a Ton of my slavers "dissapointed in the lack of slaves" when I have slaves "left alone" for the night. thought you might want to know

Yeah that wording is overly generic currently and not taking into the various factors why they may not have used a slave either due to there not being any currently, all the slaves were being used, them not fancying the current selection, them being too busy etc.

#Q&A

[guildofheroes-blog]

Blog URL: sxthdietrich.tumblr.com

Faction: Government Handler / Supervillain

Character’s Name: Seth Dietrich

Character’s Alias: Cross Agent #936

Age: 32

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Pansexual

Powerset: Government and ancient conspiracy backing.

Equipment: Incredibly versatile selection of weapons, chemicals and ammunition.

Likes: Pizza, Flirting, Investigating, Manipulating, Research

Dislikes: Confrontation, being surprised, Volta, lack of personal space, being investigated

Physical Description: Six feet tall, with blue eyes and short blond hair. A mixed-race tanned male (Asian/Caucasian).

Personality: An insufferably smug but ultimately relatable person, but secretly cold and calculating.

Biography: A government handler for a currently unassigned superhero in North America, who was born into an ancient conspiracy known as Cross and is generally considered to be one of their best operatives. Ultimately knows very little about Cross, but serves them with a fanatical devotion despite this fact. His only real job is to keep tabs on any heroes he knows of, as well as their locations - and to tell Cross if anything unexpected happens. This goes hand-in-hand with his 'real' job as a hero handler for the government.

Other: This is a sideblog to princess--cynthia.

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Mun Info

Name: Cam / Aether

Pronouns: He/Him

Contact Info: Tumblr IM tbh

Smut/NSFW: 21, and yes

Other: Tremble before the mighty bearded scotsman.

[postwarlevi]

Using my favorite prompts from this list, I'll use the top vote(s) and write a story with Levi, Jean or unassigned male Aot character... or multiple ones!

#eliza wants to write #writing #help me decide #attack on titan #aot #no going back now aaahhhh