from not entering a class to not turning a pc on

Craigslist room for rent goes sour.

I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.

Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.

She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.

Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…

Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.

Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.

Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.

Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.

A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.

Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.

Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.

Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…

Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…

I want you to go ahead and to form a mental image in your mind and focus. You are at your friends house playing videogames and doing what bros do best. The videogame that you are playing is the Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess and you both were just about to enter the final level when out of the blue, your friend pauses the game. You ask him why he paused the game and he said that he downloaded a new game on his PC and claimed it was an awesome game. Inquiring about the name of the game, he said the name is Mind Over Matter and he further explained that the those who play the game have an increased intellect and says it has helped him to pass his Calculus exam this past week. That last part really tugged at your curiosity because you knew that you haven’t been doing well in Statistics and U.S. Civics class and thought sure why not, it wasn’t going to hurt in trying out the game. You both turn around from the Legend of Zelda game to the computer. You and your friend both disregard the clutter that he has on his computer desk as he turns on the computer. He knows he promised that he will clean it up later. As the computer turns on and the screen activates, the image of the Windows 2007 appears and makes a chiming noise, signifying that it is logging in. Once the main screen finishes with the uploading, your friend clicks on the icon Mind Over Matter and the gaming program begins to upload and the main menu appears. Your friend explains that before you start, it asks for your first name and age so that way it can create an avatar of you. You proceed to type your name and age in the blank spaces and once you clicked the word ‘Accept’, within a matter of a few short seconds a spitting avatar image of you. You are very impressed with the exact down to earth details of you. Before you began, your friend said that he was going to go downstairs to take care of a few things for his parents and that you can go ahead and play without him. He didn’t want anyone to bother you while you are playing the game, so he said he would close the door for you. You thanked him and once he closed the door, you proceeded to start playing the game. The game showed Level 1 and to you it was relatively easy since the question was about who was the first president of the United States and then it proceeded to level 2. 

Level 2 began with another simple question like what is the square root of sixteen and you answered 4. It gave a simple ding to signify the correct answer. You were so excited and satisfied that this game program would help you in achieving your goals in passing your Statistics and U.S. Civics exams that you started to feel a little warm. You shrugged it off thinking that it was just the warmth of the computer irradiating from the flat screen and continued with the levels.  As you completed Level 5, the program gives you an option of entering one of the three doors. Door #1: states that you will promptly leave the game and return to your normal life of non-passing classes. Door #2: leads to average grades with only success in mediocre colleges. Door #3: untold success and passing classes await. Carefully contemplating the options before you, you knew that if you didn’t pass those grades you would have to go work at a low paying restaurant. The second door could take you to a decent CSU college but wouldn’t get the approval of your parents. With confidence you decided to open and enter through Door #3. However, unbeknownst to you, soft harmonious, melodic, tranquil music is being played in the background as you were answering simple questions and as you were entering Door #3. With Door #3 behind you, you entered a new level called Level L and in order to reach the other side where success and ivy league colleges await, you have to traverse through this opaque black, white, and grey labyrinth hallway. You notice that there is hardly any other color within that hallway, on the ceiling, and on the floor. You knew that passing those tests meant a great deal to you and moved your avatar down the hallway and with each step you take, with each step you make, you notice that the long, windy, construed hallway is getting WARMER AND WARMER. As you continue to traverse down that windy hallway, you find that the hallway now splits into three different directions and decide to move your avatar to the left hallway and in turn the hallway moves left, then right, then up, and down, side to side, parallel, and back down again. With the music only getting stronger, vibrating louder, and the warmth only getting warmer. With more turns you make, with more steps you make, it RELAXES you further and further, but you know that you must reach your goal of passing the Statistics and U.S. Civics exams. You need to pass to enter those ivy league colleges. 

The more the hallways split, the more turns you take, the more turns you make, the stronger the vibrations, the stronger the music plays, the hotter the labyrinth hallway gets, that even the room your in is getting hotter and hotter, relaxing your muscles and your mind as it spreads from the feet to the lower legs

getting warmer and warmer

from the lower legs to the upper legs

warmer and warmer

from the upper legs to the waist 

warmer and warmer

from the waist to the stomach

warmer and warmer

from the stomach to the chest

warmer and warmer

from the chest splitting to the left and right arms and hands

warmer and warmer

from the hands and arms back up and down the back and butt

warmer and warmer

from the butt and back to the neck

warmer and warmer

from the neck to the face, where the heavy, hot, relaxing heat concentrates on the ears, cheeks, nose, mouth, and eyes

warmer and warmer

The pulsating, calm, blissful warmth overwhelming your body, relaxing your body as you slowly but surely, but your mind determined to reach that ivy league potential presses on. Despite the ever increasing warmth of the labyrinth hallway and your body gracefully, continually relaxing. Heading onwards and forwards, and yet unaware your mind is slowly changing, slowly drifting, slowly melting away the DEEPER you go. With the music still playing in the background, under that soothing, harmonious, melodious song, lies hidden messages, hidden words, as I count from 20 to 1, your mind will slowly but gradually melt until there is nothing but my words and only my words. Further you proceed into the labyrinth hallway, the further the countdown goes and with each even number your mind will temporarily lift the warmth while each odd number, your mind will melt further and further and be blank. Your avatar shakes his head as you shake your head in acknowledgement as the countdown begins and with each step you make


The warmth passing along

comfortable and relaxed


Warmth overtaking your mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed


The warmth passing along 

comfortable and relaxed


Warmth overtaking your mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed


The warmth passing along

comfortable and relaxed


Warmth overtaking the mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed


The warmth passing along

comfortable and relaxed


Warmth overtaking the mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed

everything you follow is the truth and only the truth you obey


The warmth passing along

comfortable and relaxed

obedient and relaxed


Warmth overtaking the mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed

everything you follow is the truth and only the truth you obey


The warmth passing along

comfortable and relaxed

obedient and relaxed


Warmth overtaking the mind 

melting the mind, blank and relaxed

Wearing no pants and underwear is natural


The warmth passing along

comfortable and relaxed

obedient and relaxed

No pants and underwear is natural


Warmth overtaking the mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed

Hard and horny is natural

The mind getting drowsier and drowsier


The warmth passing along 

comfortable and relaxed

obedient and relaxed

Hard and horny is natural

The mind still getting drowsier


Warmth overtaking the mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed

Edging the dick is natural

No thoughts, just letting the warmth shutting down all rational thoughts


The warmth passing along

comfortable and relaxed

obedient and relaxed

Edging dick is very natural

Thoughts still fading and disappearing


Warmth overtaking the mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed

Keeping dick hard and horny

Becoming very sleepy


The warmth passing along

confortable and relaxed

obedient and relaxed

Keeping dick hard and horny

Very very sleepy


Warmth overtaking the mind

melting the mind, blank and relaxed

Very very obedient

You are so very relaxed, so very warm , so very obedient, that try as you may, your body and mind does not want to leave this pleasurable bliss that has fallen upon you. You try to turn back and return to the place where you came from, but as soon as you turn around, a gush of silky warm air penetrates every fiber of your being, your body and mind. Even as you try to turn back your mind is so melted that you have a hard time remembering where you came from and how you got there. A voice beckons you, seduces you to continue towards your goal and a smile spreads across the face for you knew this is where you were meant to be. Your destiny calls to you and you walk towards that destiny to what seems to be a continuous long labyrinth hallway going around and around and around. As the words continue to dissolve your will, your glazed eyes follow these new set of numbers as continue to push you further down the spiral labyrinth hallway, furthering the control over your mind and body. Heading down from 


Deeper and Deeper


Stronger and Stronger


Deeper and Stronger


Stronger and Deeper


Your will fading further and further away


Only listening to my words and only my words


Following my words and only my words


Your will continually fading further and further into nonexistence


Deeper and Deeper, Stronger and Stronger


Stronger and Stronger, Deeper and Deeper


Completely willing and obedient to my words and only my words

Your mind so blank, so melted, so willing and obedient, blissfully smiling and ready. As the voice behind that charming music continues to guide you to your dream goals.  Your eyes, so glazed, so relaxed, and the mind so calm and melted. The body so limp, so relaxed, your will forever willing to follow the voice’s control. As you enter the Goal of Dreams, the blank, the white, and the grey start to morph and change all around you, flashing strong, deep pulses into your eyes and deep into your mind, wrapping itself around the cerebral cortex.








Your mind assimilating, accepting these changes for it is natural and Noah’s words are the truth.Your mind and body no longer yours to command. Only wanting to obey Noah and his words. For whenever he is on, whenever he talks with you, and even when you strike a conversation with him, you will find yourself unable to contain your arousal, wanting to edge your dick more for Noah. When you see your cock, you will fall immediately back into a deep sleep, ready to follow Noah’s commands. When the game ends on a count of 1 to 5, you will slowly wake up, refreshed, alert and more aroused than you were before.


accepting in the subconscious mind


justified in the subconscious mind


forever the truth and only the truth 


stretching, getting aware of surroundings but still edging the dick



You wake up and see the screen awarding you a certificate of authenticity of passing the Mind Over Matter. You don’t know what just happened but are satisfied and proceed to turn off the program. Your friend re-enters the room asking how it went and you said that it was awesome and look forward to completing his Statistics and U.S. Civics test. He also asked if you wanted to reblog and share with our other friends and you said that be a great idea. Your friend smiled and turned around to get something from out under his bed and before you could get up, he said CUM NOW!

Community College Gothic
  • There is a group of men who sit in the back of the cafeteria. They are always on PC laptops. You do not share a class when any of them, but they are there every day, until the last days of the semester. You never see their laptop screens. You begin to wonder if they even attend the school. 
  • You have a professor who talks about her late husband having helped to found the school. You dimly recall the school celebrating its 75th anniversary a few years ago. You wonder how long ago her husband died. You wonder how old she is. She never understands how to turn on the computer.
  • There is a middle-aged woman who sits in the back of your classroom and wears a motorcycle jacket. She’s always there, in every class. Maybe it is a different woman in different classes. You cannot tell. They all wear a motorcycle jacket. They all wear the same motorcycle jacket. You have never seen a motorcycle in the parking lot.
  • “You can check your grades online”, a professor tells you. You log in to your account and hit the button to select the previous semester. It loads a blank page. The page is fully loaded. There is nothing but white space on the page. You stare into this pale void. You will never know your grades.
  • There is a club room off of the main building. The sign reads “Do Not Enter Unless Permitted By Dean”. You are not sure why it is a club room. Clubs do not meet there. No one meets there. It has no windows. Sometimes you think you hear voices from inside, but no one has ever entered that room. No one has ever left it, either.
Where’d You Learn That? (c.h)

a/n: Calummmmm. okay now that that’s handled… Smut with Nerd!Calum. I’m listening to Lil Dicky right now… I don’t know why. There’s like a little bit of ddlg shit in here but it’s not a lot so if you don’t like it, still read it bc there’s not a lot haha

Y/N- Your Name

Y/F/N- Your Friend’s Name

“Wouldn’t you just love to know what’s in his pants? I mean honestly… How bad could it be?” Y/F/N asks me. 

I cringe, “Shut up! That’s something I could’ve gone my whole life without thinking about… He’s so nerdy like he probably doesn’t even know what else his dick could do but release waste.” Y/F/N slaps my arm as she laughs, causing me to laugh too.

I don’t even remember how we got on this topic… I think I was telling her about how I have this long project in AP History and how I was upset because we’re fucking high school seniors and we can’t even pick our own groups. Today we are supposed to get our partner and I’m dreading the class because it’s full of nerds, including Calum who is notorious for having the highest scores on every video game he ever played. We wouldn’t even be able to hold a conversation. 

And nothing against nerds it’s just that I have nothing in common with them so this project is going to be hell no matter what.

“Only five minutes until you have to walk to that class, Y/N. Are you ready?”

“I’m going to have to be, right?”

“Okay, class, settle down. Get into your assigned seats so that I know who everyone is and then I can assign you your project partner,” my history teacher shouts. We’ve been in this class for about five months and she still can’t remember our names unless we’re in the assigned seats she gave us.

My seat is next to this burnout named Zain (no shade… maybe [?]) who smells like weed everyday. As bad as he is I would still probably rather work with him than any other person in this classroom.

I look over at Calum as my teacher gives out partners to other people. The conversation from earlier subtly enters my mind and the more I think about it the more I believe that maybe Calum isn’t that bad in the sheets. Nothing he’s done has led me to believe that but just looking at him. His hair slightly falling in his face as he looks down, scribbling on his note paper, eyes clouded and focused. Imagining his eyes focused on something sexually kind of turns me on. 

But as soon as I’m lost in my thoughts, I’m snapped right back into reality by my teacher. “Y/N! Calum! You two are partners… You have the rubric I gave you yesterday and the topic you guys are going to work with is the Renaissance. Good luck!”

I begrudgingly look over at Calum who doesn’t look up for a second but immediately stops writing when the teacher stops speaking. I see his lips move but I can’t make out what he muttered. I grab my stuff and walk over to the empty seat in front of him.

I open my legs so I can face Calum though the chair is in the way, my legs fall on either side of the chair.

“Hey, Calum,” I whisper in an asking way, hoping to gain his attention.

“Um hey, Y/N,” he says, his eyes still not leaving the paper in front of him.

“So… The Renaissance… Do you know a lot about it or should we just wait to work on it at my place with a computer so we can look up facts?”

“The latter.”

“Well okay then… Give me your number so I can text it to you after school,” I say.

Calum pulls out his phone and hands it to me, so that I can put my number in.

That’s not really what I asked for but okay…

I type in my number and hand the phone back to him, our hands brush in the slightest way and Calum ferociously pulls his hand back.

I mutter an okay and turn around in the seat, putting my head down until I hear the bell for the next class.

It’s the end of the day and as I’m walking out of the school I remember that Y/F/N went home early so I don’t have a ride back. It’s a chilly but dry winter day so I figure walking home can’t be too bad. As I’m almost out of the student parking lot, I hear someone call my name. I turn around to find Calum in a white BMW, pulling up to me.

He throws his hand on top of his head, lacing his fingers through his fluffy-looking hair. “Do you need a ride home or something?” he asks timidly.

“I can walk but thank you…”

“Y/N, for fucks sake… Just get in the car,” Calum chuckles dryly. Caught off guard, I open the passenger door and fall into the seat. I didn’t even know Calum cursed… Or said sentences that had more than four words in them.

“Thanks,” I gulp. “Do you want to just go to your place so that we can do this project? I’m assuming you have a laptop…”

“And why is that, Y/N?”

“Because you’re known for playing video games… I mean I know there’s a lot of places to play them and PC is one of them so I just thought…”

“Yeah, okay. We can go to my place.”

So is he shy or not?

Ten minutes later we pull up to a contemporary apartment building, which aren’t hard to find around here but it isn’t usually where families choose to live.

“Who do you live with? If you don’t mind me asking…” I blurt out.

Calum laughs a little, “Myself. I live with myself.”

My eyes almost pop out of my head. I knew that he was old enough to live by himself, I would’ve just never thought of Calum to do so.

“Are you serious?”

“Pretty serious… Well I mean I have a pet turtle but technicalities,” he chuckles.

I laugh along with him as he puts the car into park.

We walk into the all white apartment building and get into the elevator which takes us five stories up. When we get to his apartment and Calum opens the door, my mouth instantly flies open. All around his plain white walls, Calum has posters of bands all the way from Nirvana to Pierce the Veil… Not a video game poster or station in sight. 

He probably has a whole room dedicated to his gaming side.

“Dude, what the fuck?” I laugh, throwing my bookbag onto the floor. I run over to his fuzzy white couch, which I didn’t even know was a thing until now, and fall onto it. “I’m not trying to be mean but since when was this your personality?”

“A while? I mean like I think I’ve been like this for a while now… I don’t know. That was a weird question, Y/N, and I’m trying not to take offense to it,” Calum laughs.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I just mean like even in school today you were just so soft-spoken and you barely said anything to me and now I get here and you’re speaking to me more than your walls.”

“Well… Never mind.”

I stand up from the couch and walk over to this man that I just found is a book that’s glued shut. “What, Calum?”

“The reason I didn’t talk to you is because as soon as I found out we were partners, I started thinking about how we would get to come back to my place. And I just started imagining you in clothes that aren’t conservative, you know because we wouldn’t be in school. I started imagining your body in tight clothing and it kind of made me hard and there was nothing I could do about it at that time and I regret saying this completely…” Calum trails off and I stand in front of him with nothing to say.

“Calum, I–”

“I’m sorry… You probably feel so awkward now… I knew I shouldn’t have said anything… I’m just a nerd like I know you probably don’t even want me to be talking to you and you probably don’t even want to be in the same room as me now. I’m sor–”

I smash my lips against Calum’s soft ones. He grips my waist with his rather large hands, digging his fingers into my flesh. He kisses me back, hands leaving my sides and falling onto my ass. He squeezes the right cheek and smacks the left, causing me to gasp and moan into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he mutters, reattaching his lips to mine. His lips guide mine apart as he slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring every part of it. He uses his hands to get my legs wrapped around his torso as he carries me over to the couch, not breaking the kiss.

I never would’ve expected this roughness from Calum, someone known for being able to click a mouse for a computer 210 times in ten seconds. He moves his face to the crook of my neck, using his teeth to bite down on almost every exposed part of my neck. He licks over the marks he’s made.

“I’ve wanted to do this for the longest fucking time, Y/N. If anyone asks you who gave you these marks,” Calum points to them, “what are you going to tell them?”

“That you gave them to me, Calum,” I moan out for the sake of good sex… If I let it get that far.

Calum grabs my arms and pins them together above my head. “Not good enough, babygirl.”

Yeah… I’ll let it get that far.

He uses his teeth to bring up my shirt before reaching one hand down, the other holding my wrists together, and unclasping my bra. He brings his teeth to mark his territory once again, this time on my breasts. “Who gave them to you, babygirl?”

“You, daddy, you gave them to me.”

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot,” Calum groans, letting go of my wrists to focus fully on my boobs. “I’ve imagined these beauties for as long as I can remember.” He attaches his mouth to my left nipple, licking and biting it while his fingers play with the other. “I would just sit in my room and touch myself almost everyday, I would imagine seeing you look like this, completely overtaken by me, squirming under my touch.”

“Oh, Calum,” I moan. He shoots up, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “Now, princess, I thought you caught on to what you should call me… A girl like you should know what happens when you don’t call daddy by the right name…”

“How many?”

“Only five, baby.”

Calum sits straight on the couch as I climb on top of his lap, my butt in the air. “Count with me, baby,” Calum demands as his hand lands harshly on me. We count up to five before he pets me and whispers for me to get up and lay back down the way I was before.

Calum tells me to pull of my pants and underwear before I lay down… I oblige.

He eyes my core before slipping his head in between my thighs. He kisses up and down my thighs before suddenly attacking my middle, causing me to scream out what he wants me to call him.

“That’s right, Y/N, let the whole city know who’s making you feel this good,” Calum groans before reattaching his lips to my heat, plunging his tongue into me. His tongue moves in and out of me as he reaches his hand up to play with my clit.

“Fuck, daddy,” I whimper.

Calum removes his lips from my core before slipping his pants off. He reaches into his pocket silently before I interrupt him and tell him I’m on the pill.

“You’re such a little slut aren’t you, baby? Just know that stops now because you’re mine, only mine,” Calum states before slamming his cock into me, hard. He rests his arms on the side of my body and speeds up. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight.” he blurts to the beat of his thrusts.

Calum brings his hand up to slap my breasts repeatedly. “You are so hot, baby. Don’t come until I tell you to, sweetheart.”

“Calum… I need to come.”

“Same time, Y/N. One… Two… Three!” Calum shouts as I clench my walls around him, coming onto his cock. His come squirts up into me and it’s the most beautiful sensation.

Calum slips out of me and falls next to me. He says something about how hot it is that his come is dripping out of me.

“Where did you even learn to do that?” I ask and giggle, completely spent.

“Baby, you’d be surprised how many gamer girls want to be fucked,” he laughs and I slightly laugh along with him.

I don’t know why that kind of gets to me… It’s not like we’re dating and I’ve surely slept with people as well but something about the words Calum said a few minutes ago made me feel like I was actually his…

I didn’t think it was something I would ever want but somehow at this moment I don’t want anything else but that.

“So all the things you just said–”

“Are true if you want them to be, Y/N,” Calum interrupts.

“I think I do want them to be true…”

“Well then we’ll work on that… After we work on this project, babygirl,” Calum smiles.

I smile back, “okay.”

We both stand, find our clothing, and start to get dressed. Calum says while putting on his pants, “Look at me… I’m so good in bed I have girls like you believing they want to be with me.” 

I playfully swat at his arm. “I do want to be with you.”

Calum grins, “Good.”

anonymous asked:

Hey do you know any drarry high school AU's??? Thanks so much:)))))

I think the only one’s i’ve read are;

Worlds Apart by QueenyMidas (30k)
In a muggle AU, Draco and Harry are left looking for magic in much more virtual places. For the both of them, the PC game World of Warcraft provides an outlet from their lives at school (where they’re both still nasty rivals). When their characters meet in game and a romance blossoms, it’s only a matter of time before they figure out who’s on the other side of the computer screen. You really don’t need to know anything about WoW to read this. Explicit in later chapters.

Draco’s Boy by Emphathic Siren (189k)
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Zootopia / Robin Hood Fanfiction: Take A Stand Chapter 11- Where there is light, there is a shadow

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(AN/ Hey folks it’s Garouge Faux AKA Crewefox here with another chapter of Take A Stand. Thank you so much to the great people who liked, followed, faved, reblogged and reviewed the last chapter which was in fact the most reviewed chapter thus far, so thank you again. Ok so I need to thank the awesome 1tT4k3sTw0 AKA @helthehatter for allowing me to use her OC in this chapter, I’m such a big fan of her work and I’m really grateful she’s allowed me to use her OC. BTW this is the longest chapter yet at over 6200 words!!! So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…)

Chapter 11- Where there is light, there is a shadow.

Mason Bogo was a creature of habit; he lived by a strict schedule and that’s how he liked it. He woke up, went to work, worked out at the precinct 1 gym, went home read or watched TV then go to sleep. But when he became romantically involved with Clawhauser there were some welcome changes to his schedule such as Friday breakfast, the two would meet up at McPhail’s café not far from Clawhauser’s home and enjoy a meal together.

But of course last Friday the two hadn’t shared breakfast together, Bogo had made a decision that he had regretted ever since he made it. Ending his romance with Clawhauser had affected him more than he anticipated, he was having trouble sleeping, he’d keep rereading loving text messages the feline had sent him and he would find himself crying whenever he dwelled too much on the failed relationship. And who did Bogo have to blame for his misery, only himself, he wished he could turn back the clock to last Friday morning and instead of fake laughing at Clawhauser tell him ‘I’m scared, I’m scared of coming out to my parents, my superiors and my friends’. Bogo had always admired Clawhauser for being true to himself and not caring what people thought of his sexuality, Bogo on the other hand had tried time and time again to tell his parents ‘I’m gay and a inter’ but his courage had always escaped him.

So this Friday morning Bogo couldn’t bring himself to take a step into McPhail’s café instead he was sat across the street on a bench drinking a mediocre cup of coffee and eating a stale banana muffin. He was mentally kicking himself What are you doing you idiot?! You’re just going to get upset again! he was about to get up and leave when he saw a familiar round figure come into view, it of course was Benjamin Clawhauser he was on the opposite side of the street to Bogo completely oblivious to his ex’s presence. Clawhauser got to the café entrance and looked like he was about to enter but halted himself, Bogo observed the downhearted expression on the usual jovial cheetah’s face and felt a wave of guilt strike him, after all it was Bogo who had broken both their hearts. Benjamin took a second to recover then carried on walking towards the subway unknowing that the buffalo whom he loved and lost was behind him, pining for them to be together again.

Within that second something in Bogo snapped, as if frustration overpowered his sadness, no more was he going to wallow in a pool of despair and no longer was he going to hide who he was. Mason Bogo tossed the bad coffee and muffin in a trash can and walked over to McPhail’s café, he was going to win back Clawhauser’s heart he needed to be reminded of the good times together. Bogo knew begging or flirting wouldn’t work, he had to prove himself, prove that he had changed and was committed. As Bogo walked into the café he made a promise to himself that the next time he walked in here he would be hand in hand with Clawhauser.


Nick had an awful night’s slumber and it was all due to one thought; Luna. Despite Judy and Nick voicing their emotions over the discovery of the little girl, the fox still wasn’t any less uneasy about being a father. He had been laying in bed with Judy sound asleep and snuggled up next to him with a endless stream of thoughts running through his mind I’m going to be a terrible father, I don’t know how to care of a kid, I’ll need to redecorate the spare bedroom, what am I going to do when Victoria dies? How will I comfort Luna? That poor kid, all of this happening to her and to top it off she’s lumbered with a loser for a dad…And Carrots has got a jerk for boyfriend, this isn’t fair on her, we just started dating and just like that we have a kid living with us. This cycle of self doubt and worry continued on and off through the night resulting in sporadic sleeping for Nick.

When the couple got up for work Judy had given Nick a loving kiss and long hug whilst whispering “Everything’ going to be ok.” Nick savoured the affection, it gave him strength and will, he was going to need it for what he was going to do this morning; talk to his mother. Nick hadn’t spoke to his Mom about the fact that Robin Loxley was back in town and now he had the extra kick of 'Surprise you’re a Grandma!’, but he knew it was better to speak to her sooner rather than later. He decided to take the morning off and go talk to Marian, Judy agreed this was the best course of action and wished him luck with a goodbye kiss.

Nick walked into the grounds of St. Zoo High in the Sherwood district of Savannah central feeling the pleasantness of nostalgia, he was once a student here and somehow managed to graduate despite skipping classes to do the odd hustle here and there. He made his way to the computer lab after flashing his ID at one of the security guards who patrolled the school. He walked into the lab to see students of various species dotted around at different PCs barely noticing as a cop entered the room, he approached the closed door to the technician’s office and knocked on the door. “Come in.” Marian’s voice came through, Nick did as instructed and Marian’s eyes lit up when she was her son “Nick, what a surprise.”

“Hey Mom.” Nick smiled back.

Marian got up from her workstation which had four monitors and two keyboards saying “I know I say this every time but you look so handsome in that uniform, no wonder Judy fell for you.” She then hugged her grown up kit and kissed him on the cheek.

“What are you working on?” Nick asked politely while nodding at the computer monitors.

“Ugh, some wannabe hacker from the student body tried to hack the grading system but I stopped them, I’m just trying to figure out who it is.” Marian explained, clearly frustrated by the hacker.

“Marian Wilde; bane of teenage hackers.” Nick joked.

“So what brings you here? None of the students are in trouble are they?” Marian asked, confused.

“No, nothing like that.” Nick relieved his mother’s worries “I need to talk to you about a couple of thing, is there anywhere we can talk?”

“We can’t talk in my office?” Marian queried, looking puzzled.

“Um, I’m not sure how you’re going to react and you don’t want to be in earshot of your students.” Nick explained with an awkward expression on his muzzle.

“This should be good.” Marian replied sarcastically.

A few minutes later Nick and Marian were sat in the empty stands surrounding the sports field, no students were practising on the field at the moment which was perfect for Nick. But Nick didn’t know where to begin, this was going to be hard to say. Marian detected her son’s discomfort and commented “Stalling will not make it any better.”

“Sorry it’s just difficult to talk about.” Nick gave an excuse.

“Are you and Judy ok?” She asked with genuine concern.

“We’re fine it’s something else,” Nick assured “listen I’m sure you’ve heard about the M.M gang causing trouble all over the city.”

“Who hasn’t?” Marian scoffed “All that’s on the news at the moment is either the M.M or the election.”

“That’s why Jack has come back to Zootopia, the MCB is trying to catch them.” Nick continued “The bureau were working on the theory that this M.M gang was just copying and glorifying the originals.”

“Nick, stop.” Marian halted putting a paw on her son’s shoulder “It’s ok.”

“But-” Nick began to protest.

“I know that it’s Robin and John.” Marian sighed.

“You knew?” Nick asked, perplexed.

“Oh come on, really? The style of robbery, the archery, hitting the mob. It had your dad and your uncle John written all over it.” Marian elaborated.

“So how long have you known?” Nick questioned.

“Ever since the first news report; I knew it was Robin, I could just sense it.” Marian revealed, her shoulders slumping with sadness.

“…I saw him.” Nick confessed.

Marian’s eyes went wide as she followed up with an urgent “When?”

“The other night, Carrots, me, Jack and some others were on a drug bust. Jack chased after the perp on his own, nearly got himself killed but Robin saved him.” Nick answered, Marian noticed Nick wouldn’t say the word 'Dad’.

“He saved Skippy?” Marian asked with a grin, she felt like a teen with a first crush again.

Nick twigged his Mom’s cheery demeanour and pointed out “You almost sound happy he’s back from the grave.”

“It’s complicated Nick.” Marian replied bashfully “I’m still technically married to Robin remember.”

“He was a master criminal, a liar, a coward, he faked his own death and left you alone to raise me!” Nick partly growled.

“And I still love him.” Marian admitted.

“What!?” Nick yelled.

Marian ignored her son’s outburst and declared “I still love your father.”

“Are you serious?” Nick stressed, his fur standing on end.

“Yes I am, even after all the mistakes, after all the years, I still love him.” Marian confided “I mean didn’t you think it was weird that I never had a boyfriend after your Dad?”

“…Yeah, I always kind of wished you found someone else.” Nick answered, calming down.

“But I didn’t want to. Look at this way; if Judy was the Hood and she had done all the things that Robin has would you still love her?” Marian gave a hypothetical.

“That’s not fair.” Nick countered.

“Would you still love Judy?” Marian pressed.

“…Of course.” Nick answered, being honest with his Mom and himself.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad was it? I didn’t freak out like you thought I would.” Marian chortled.

“Uhhh.” Nick sounded, not sure how to divert the conversation to the next topic.

Marian’s eyes narrowed and asked in a voice only a mother could muster “What are you hiding Nicholas?”

“So, um, I found out some news yesterday.” Nick struggled under the intimidating gaze of his Mom, it was like he was a kit again.

“Out with it.” Marian instructed.

“Ok here it is; you’re a grandmother.” Nick said quickly akin to ripping a band aid off.

“Come again?” Marian sniggered, not believing she heard him right.

“I have a daughter.” Nick confirmed with an anxious voice.

Marian was silent for about five seconds, clearly stunned by the news she just received, her face wasn’t giving away any emotions, Nick could read most mammals but he could never read his mother. Finally she spoke “You have a daughter?” still showing no emotions.

“I only found yesterday, she tracked me down at the ZPD.” Nick garbled.

Then before Nick could utter another word Marian let out a squeal of joy and wrapped her son in a big hug “I’m a Nana!” she celebrated.

“Mom?” Nick murmured, surprised by the sudden shift in her expression.

“Oh my stars!” She said with delight “Tell me everything!”

“Well her name is Luna and she’s six.” Nick answered, a little overwhelmed by his mother’s reaction. He retrieved the small photo of Luna from his pocket and handed it over.

Marian took the photo and elated “She’s beautiful.”

“You ok?” Nick queried, noticing Marian’s navy blue eyes had become watery. “I’m just happy.” Marian choked, she was now crying freely “I’ve always wanted grandchildren.”

“Well she’s a sweet kid, you’ll like her.” Nick added, finally smiling.

“So what happened? Why did just find out about her?” Marian asked twice, still entranced by the photo of the little kit.

“Me and her Mom dated years ago, it ended badly and when she found out she was pregnant she kept it from me, she didn’t think I’d make a good father.” Nick explained briefly.

Marian’s happy face quickly and was replaced with a frown “Who’s her mother?” she asked, her voice simmering with annoyance.

“Victoria Todd.” Nick answered.

“That stuck up tramp!?” Marian shrilled

“Mom calm down.” Nick attempted.

“When I see her I’ll bop her right on the nose, saying you’re not good enough to be a Dad.” Marian vented.

“Mom listen…” Nick tried again, and failed.

“I’ll rip that trollop’s tail off!” Marian threatened, even if her kit was in his thirties she was still protective of him.

“Vic is dying!” Nick had to shout.

“What?” Marian uttered, her flaming anger now being extinguished.

“Vic has got pancreatic cancer, she’s terminal and not got long left.” Nick answered.

“Oh god.” Marian whispered, feeling guilty for letting herself become angry.

“Luna’s going to live with me and Judy when her Mom passes away.” Nick stated.

“That poor angel.” Marian sympathised, looking at the photo again “What does Judy think of all this?”

“She was upset at first,” Nick confided “but she’s says she’ll stick by me and Luna.”

“Of course she will.” Marian gave a comforting smile.

“…I told her she should leave me.” Nick confessed “She said she’d stay…dumb bunny.”

“Why on earth would you do that?” Marian asked, appalled at her son’s words.

“Because she should get out while she still can, she’s only twenty five, she could find someone who won’t lumber her with a step child. And Luna, I feel so bad for her, she’s losing her mother and gets stuck with me; a loser who has no idea to raise a kit.” Nick ranted, not noticing he was crying.

SMACK! Marian’s paw whipped around the back of Nick’s head, startled by the strike Nick just stared at his Mom as she said in a critical tone “That’s for doubting yourself!” then came another quick SMACK! “And that’s for doubting Judy!”

“Ow.” Nick moaned, rubbing his now sore head, memories of being told off as a teenager came flooding back.

“You will be a great father Nick, I’m sure of it. Don’t you think I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant with you? Me and your Dad were both 16, our parents kicked us out and we had barely any money and yet we managed, we raised you and we love you. And you’re worried about how you’ll manage; you have a home, money and a girlfriend who wants to help you raise Luna.” Marian rallied.

“Mom.” Was all Nick could say.

“And as for you doubting Judy, shame on you.” Marian scolded “That woman loves you and she is the sweetest mammal in Zootopia. You think she wants out? News flash; she doesn’t. She fell in love with YOU! She wants to spend her life with YOU! So don’t you dare doubt her again.”

“Ok.” Nick conceded.

Marian opened her arms and Nick gladly hugged his Mom “Plus you got a Nana to help with babysitting.” She added cheekily.

Nick laughed slightly at the comment before saying “I love you Mom.”

“I love you too, my little kit.” Marian replied, ending the hug “So when do I get to meet my granddaughter?”

“She’s coming over on Saturday with Vic, I’d really like it if you were there.” Nick revealed.

“Meeting my grandchild? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Marian promised with a warm smile.


Nala and Clawhauser had honed in on Judy the second she stepped inside precinct 1 without Nick beside her. The bunny quietly clarified that she hadn’t killed Nick, that the fox was in fact visiting his mother, but of course they got onto to the topic of Luna. Judy explained about the DNA test and Luna’s mother impending departure but Nala noticed the caring nature in Judy’s voice, she had a good feeling that her, Nick and Luna were going to be ok.

As for now the two feline cops were driving into the Meadowlands district to the north of the city, this was of the more exclusive areas of the city, the mammals here were rich and rather conservative which why it seemed odd to both cops why there was a Pro-Interspecies marriage rally being held outside the opera house. Nala and Clawhauser had pulled into the opera house’s parking lot and could already spot a two crowds forming outside the building, one pro-inter and one anti-inter. The two cats exited the car and made their way to the demonstration. Both crowds were relatively quiet but were staring daggers at each other all of them wearing T-shirts and holding signs that supported their cause. Benjamin and Nala joined the dozen or so police who made a barrier between the two parties, Clawhauser took one look at the anti posse and sighed as he read the hurtful signs 'Inters are unnatural’, 'Keep Zootopia pure’ and the most hurtful 'Pred +Prey = Freaks’ Nala recognised her friend’s hurt and offered “We don’t all think like that, you know.”

“Huh?” Clawhauser sounded.

“I’m not a inter, but I support you guys, you should be able to marry.” Nala smiled.

“Thanks Priderock.” Clawhauser responded and meant it, it was always good to know your friends were there for you.

“Anytime.” She grinned with a wink.

“Good morning everybody!” A voice came through a megaphone, everybody turned their attention to the steps of the opera house to see a male mountain Tapir dressed in a 'Moon for Mayor’ T-shirt and khaki shorts “Thank you for showing up to support us! And if you have come to oppose us, well I hope we can make you understand.”

This caused a chorus of cheers from the pro crowd and wave of boos from the opposition. “Now I know I’m not a big celebrity, I’m just a accountant who is in love with a boar. But maybe someone with a little more class can change your mind.” The Tapir addressed through the megaphone, ignoring the string of insults being directed him from the anti-inter crowd. Both crowds were murmuring, wondering who this mammal was, then they got their answer…

“O.M Goodness!” Clawhauser gasped.

“No freaking way.” Nala’s jaw dropped.

From the crowd a beautiful figure emerged wearing a black tank top and matching black jeans, she looked both elegant and confident as she gratefully received the megaphone from the Tapir activist “Buenos dias Meadowlands!” Gazelle greeted over the megaphone resulting in cheers from one side and murmurs of confusion from the other.

“It’s her! The angel with horns!” Clawhauser beamed, hardly believing that the singer he adored the most was mere feet away.

“I guess you’re wondering why I’m here? To show my support for the interspecies marriage? Of course, but I’m here for another reason.” Gazelle announced.

“You rule Gazelle!” A inter supporter cried.

“Why are you supporting those freaks!?” A Bastille voter snapped loudly.

“I am here to say this; I am a inter!” Gazelle declared to a roar of applause that silenced the boos from the other side.

“She’s an inter?” Clawhauser mumbled.

“You’re awesome Gazelle!” Nala shouted out, not caring that she was supposed to appear neutral.

“And you must understand that I and most of inter community don’t have any ill will to those fight the marriage bill, we just want to make you understand how we feel.” Gazelle explained “In schools and on field trips to museums we were taught that mammals evolved past their primitive ways and came together to live in harmony, to forge friendships that break the barrier of species, of prey and predator. Is it so hard to realize that romance might grow between species? I want to ask all of the Mammals outside of the pro inter crowd; are any of you inter and wish you were stood with us?”

There was a rabble of disagreement amongst the anti inter demonstrators, none of them raised their hand, maybe in fear of what other would say. But someone wasn’t afraid and this someone didn’t even realise he had raised his paw. “You there!” Gazelle smiled brightly as she pointed her hoof at Clawhauser “Officer please can you come up here?”

Clawhauser looked up at his outstretched paw and gulped “Uh oh.”

“Go for it!” Nala egged on.

Clawhauser lowered his paw and made his way towards his idol getting pats on the back from the inter crowd as he made his way up the steps. Gazelle lowered the megaphone took a hold of Clawhauser’s paw and said with merriment “Thank you for this sir, it means a lot, officer?”

“Clawhauser, I’m a huge fan.” Clawhauser panted, his breath short from exhilaration.

“Ready to face the haters?” She asked with positivity.

“Always.” Clawhauser agreed.

Gazelle put the megaphone in front of her mouth again and said “This is officer Clawhauser, a proud inter. Sir can you tell everyone in your own words why inters should be allowed to marry?”

Clawhauser didn’t feel put on the spot, it was like Gazelle was a spark of inspiration that gave him the words to captivate any audience, he took the megaphone from Gazelle and looked briefly at the crowd and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who was standing next to Nala, it was Bogo and instead of his default grumpy face he was wearing a kind expression that warmed the cheetah’s heart. Clawhauser began to speak through the megaphone “Love is an amazing thing, it gives us joy in the happiness of times and strength in the toughest. Love doesn’t see gender, it doesn’t see species, it just exists. And if two mammals share this love then why shouldn’t they be able to enact the ultimate expression of love? Please just let inters marry.”

This statement caused a whoop of cheers from the pro crowd and applause from his fellow officers, including Bogo. Clawhauser passed back the megaphone and got a huge hug and peck on the cheek from Gazelle before re-joining the line of cops, even though Clawhauser hadn’t fully forgiven Mason he did smile and nod at his ex, holding onto the hope they could be friends again.

“Thank you Officer Clawhauser, that was beautiful.” Gazelle said gratefully before turning her attention to the crowd once more “Minds can be opened, we should let go of this hate between our two sides and focus on what we share, then we’ll all see that we’re the same, that we all love. And I have so much confidence that Zootopia will elect Trevor Moon as mayor …well, just watch.” Gazelle looked for someone in the crowed and her face lit up once she spotted the right mammal she spoke “Wade can you come up here?” she asked, her voice a tad giddy.

Everyone looked toward where Gazelle’s gaze was pointing; a figure in a red hoodie (with the hood up) carefully made his way through the crowd. When the figure arrived at where Gazelle was stood he pulled down his hood, he was a wolf with jet black fur and stood half a foot taller than Gazelle. “What are you doing?” Wade asked with hushed concern.

Gazelle then passed the megaphone back to the tapir and focused completely on the wolf in front of her “Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” She answered, her pulse quickening.

“What are you talking about?” Wade asked again, sounding a little nervous.

“Wade, Te amo, I have loved you since we went to St. Zoo High together, every day you’ve been in my life I have never known sorrow. Most of my happy memories have you in it and now I want to make more memories with you.” Gazelle professed before reaching into the pocket and producing a tiny red leather box and getting on one knee causing a shared gasp among all of the audience “Wade Jones, will you make me the happiest woman in Zootopia?” Gazelle proposed smiling at the happily shocked wolf, she opened the box to reveal a silver engagement ring meant for a male with a ruby in it’s centre, it was the same red as Wade’s favourite hoodie.

There was a brief lull of silence before Wade answered simply smiled “Yes.”

The pro supporters went wild and other wolves howled as Gazelle slipped the ring on her now fiancé’s finger then stood up and kissed him lovingly to the sound of cheers. And even though the anti-inter protestors were silent more than a few of them began questioning their views.


Judy was eagerly awaiting for Nick to return from visiting Marian, she despised being cooped up in the precinct doing paperwork. Judy loved being on the beat but she had to wait for Nick to get back, she looked at the clock in the corner of her computer screen, it was 11.31 am, Nick had sent her a text message that he would back at the precinct for midday, that’s when an lightbulb flicked on above her head. Nick had looked pretty disheartened this morning with all the events of the previous day weighing heavy on his mind, so he needed cheering up, she was going to buy them both some of his favourite greasy junk food for lunch and have it waiting for him when he returned.

Five minutes later Judy was walking down one of the quiet side streets of borough to the nearest Bugga Burger fast food joint. It was then that she heard a gravelly voice holler “Help!” Judy’s sensitive ears twitched and quickly pinpointed the source of the distressed voice “Help me!” the voice yelled, she sprinted to a nearby alley where the voice was coming from, it was a small space between two buildings. Judy spotted a figure on his knees beside a metal fence railing at the end of the alley, as Judy ran over she noticed the man was wearing a shabby brown poncho with an equally grubby hat on his head, a cane and a tin up were on the ground beside the figure. Judy realised it was the same blind beggar fox that she met outside Precinct 1 last week.

“Sir?” She fretted as she knelt next to the beggar and put a gentle paw on his back “What happened?”

“Sorry about this.” The fox spoke but not in his usual aged voice. His elbow shot into Judy’s gut, stunning and winding her, the fox then took advantage of her daze and threw her again the metal railings.

Within three seconds she had been handcuffed to the railing and her tranq pistol taken from her, as soon as she got her senses back she barked at the now standing beggar “Uncuff me!”

“Like I said; I’m sorry.” The beggar offered before removing his sunglasses, hat then poncho.

Judy’s anger then morphed into disbelief as she looked upon the revealed canine “Robin Loxley?” she spoke, her surprise evident in her amethyst eyes.

“So nice to see you again officer.” Robin greeted politely, the late forties fox was dressed in a grey sweater and black pants, he unloaded the tranq gun and placed it on the ground

“What’s meaning of this?!” Juddy seethed, tugging in vain against her own handcuffs.

“I needed to ensure you wouldn’t arrest me.” Robin relayed with a smug smile.

“Yeah well that smile will be wiped off your face when my backup arrives!” Judy argued before reaching for her radio with her unrestrained paw.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, I have some important intel for the ZPD.” Robin advised.

Judy heard this and resisted pressing her com, she lowered her paw and asked “How did you know where to find me? Or were you going to do this to any cop you ran across?”

“Oh no, I had to make sure it was you, after all you seem like an honest cop.” Robin answered, his hazel eyes full of confidence “You could say I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

“You’ve been following me?” Judy guessed, observing the remarkable similarity in appearance between Robin and Nick.

“I haven’t had to,” Robin grinned “check under your badge.”

Judy unclipped her badge off her ballistic vest and noticed a small circular disc on the back “A tracker.” Judy groaned, feeling stupid.

“I put it on you when you helped me in front of precinct 1.” Robin elaborated.

“That’s pretty smart.” Judy admitted, removing the tracker and tossing it aside “Is this how you knew the ZPD would be at the fight the other night?”

“Exactly, you led us right to Thumper and Flower, they had about fifty grand in their car, a local orphanage really appreciated the donation.” Robin informed.

“Rob from the rich to give to the poor.” Judy stated with a peeved tone.

“Before I give you this intel I have to ask; how’s Skippy?” Robin queried.

“Like you care.” Judy scoffed.

“I do actually.” Robin insisted.

“From what I’ve heard about you, you care about no one but yourself.” Judy attested.

“Oh is that what you think? You read some police files and think you got me all figured out, officer?” Robin rebuffed.

“Hopps, Judy Hopps. And of course I read your file but that’s not where I learned about you.” Judy bated.

“What are you talking about?” Robin wondered, curious yet cautious of the rabbit.

“I can’t believe he was worried about being like you, at least he cares about mammals.” Judy taunted.

“Ok number one; I do care about other mammals, me and Little John are doing this for the poor of Zootopia and two; who are you talking about?” Robin was getting wound up.

“He would never run away like a coward, abandon his love to raise a kit all alone. He is nothing like you.” Judy provoked.

“Who?” Robin forced.

“Nicholas Pieberius Wilde.” Judy unveiled with her own smug smile.

Robin stood stunned for a moment, Judy could see the cogs turning in the master thief’s head and she took it as a small victory. “You dragged my son into this? How dare you!” Robin snapped.

Judy started to laugh which caused Robin’s glare to worsen “Well that’s one thing you got in common; you’re both dumb foxes.” She teased, still chuckling. Judy was a sly bunny, indeed.

“Leave my boy out of this, I don’t want Misdadd or Rattigan figuring out who he is, they could hurt him.” Robin pleaded.

“I didn’t drag Nick into this, I just can’t believe you didn’t recognise him.” Judy smirked, loving the fact she was getting on Robin’s nerves.

“You lost me.” Robin stated, growing weary of being mocked.

“The other night when saved you saved Jack, Nick was the one who called out your name, he’s my partner.” Judy explained.

“Nick…Nick was that cop?” Robin mumbled, his ears lowering.

“And here’s the stinger; I’m dating your son.” Judy said with smarm.

And to Judy’s surprise Robin smiled at that last sentence “He became a cop and has a honest cop as his sweetheart, not bad Nicky.” Robin spoke.

Judy being a little puzzled by the sudden change of mood decided to be charitable and add “And to answer your first question, Jack is fine.”

Robin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before saying “Well this is a turn up for the books, I handcuff a copper and she turns out to be my potential daughter in law.”

“And I may have an outlaw for a in law.” Judy retorted.

“Ah, you’ve got a sense of humour at least.” Robin tried to charm “But back to business.”

“If you had intel why didn’t you pass it through Mr Big like before?” Judy wondered.

“Because time is against us, you only have a two hour window,” Robin replied, before looking at his watch “make that one hour and fifty six minutes. To be blunt, there’s been a murder.”

“What?” Judy reacted, her voice growing serious.

“I was tracking some of Rattigan’s goons in Sahara square, I thought they were on their way to another drug deal but when they arrived at the weather control plant I knew something was amiss.” Robin recalled.

“What happened?” Judy asked, eager to spring into action.

“Here.” Robin said, retrieving a smart phone from his pocket and plating a video; they were two mid sized mammals wearing ski masks to avoid identification standing by the trunk of a parked car with a covered up licence plate, they opened the trunk and started to unload black trash bags and bring over to large vent cover that had been opened.

“What am I looking at?” Judy questioned.

“Keep watching.” Robin instructed. The video continued to play and as one of the mammals ripped apart the bag a severed leg fell into the vent, this nearly made Judy hurl, the video continued and the mystery mammals continued to dispose of body parts down the large vent. Robin pressed pause on the video, stuffed the phone back in his pocket before handing Judy a micro SD card “You’ll need that for evidence.”

“What the hell did I just see?” Judy asked, feeling slightly queasy as she took the memory card.

“The mob likes to call it red sand.” Robin answered, sounding grim.

“Red sand?” Judy obviously asked.

“The heating system for Sahara square bellows massive amounts of heat and sand every four hours through a system of large heaters and fans. Those fan blades are so sharp and move with such speed they can reduce anything to mere fragments, so if a gangster wants a body to disappear they dump it in a vent, wait for the heating system to kick in and all that remains of the body is some bloodstained sand at the other end.” Robin illustrated.

“Oh god.” Judy grieved for the victim.

“Judy, I bringing this info to you because you seem like a clean cop. Please you have to make sure Rattigan doesn’t get away with this.” Robin motivated “That body will be gone in less than two hours if you don’t find it.”

“I’ll find the victim.” Judy promised.

“Thank you and sorry again about all this.” Robin said pointing at the handcuffs. “You can call for backup now.”

But as Robin went to walk away Judy spoke up “Thank you for this but when we meet again it’ll be you in these handcuffs.”

“I look forward to the chase.” Robin replied with a playful tone before dashing out of the alley.

Judy couldn’t help but smile as she saw Robin run away, Nick had inherited his charm from his dad. Judy reached for her radio, pressed the button and said “This is Hopps, I need assistance, I’m in a alley off of Mill street, over.”

“Carrots! You ok?!” Nick’s panicked voice came over the radio.

“I’m ok Nick, but you’re not going to believe who I just ran into.” Judy responded with a tired sigh, wondering how Nick and Bogo would react.


To say Nick was pissed off would be a major understatement, he had blown his top over the fact Robin had not only hit Judy but cuffed her as well, it took some bellowing words from Bogo to calm him down. The chief had arrived in the alley with Nala and Clawhauser when he heard what happened over the radio, the MCB of course scrambled a team to look for the Hood but as expected found no trace of the vexing vulpine. Chief Bogo had called the Weather Control Plant and ordered them to stop the heating system for Sahara square, which they reluctantly complied with. Soon the entire Weather Control Plant was swarming with cops from varying precincts. Nick, Judy, Nala and Clawhauser were back the south west area of the plant removing the covers of vents trying to find the one where the murder victim was dumped in.

The team had split up to cover more ground, Judy was having no trouble lifting up the heavy vent covers after all she worked out a lot and always beat Nick in an arm wrestling contest. But then she came to one vent cover that was proving difficult to budge, she then spotted the other side had a padlock on it unlike the others she had inspected, in a lapse of judgement she walked over the vent and she heard the metal bend beneath her feet but before she could escape she fell through the weak mesh metal and crashed six feet below her with a thud and a moan of “Oh sweet cheese and crackers.” She got to her feet and tried to get her bearings, Judy was struggling to see in the dimly lit space although her nose was getting a woft of decay, it was the smell of death. She fumbled for the flashlight on her belt and illuminated the darkness to have her fear confirmed; she saw the severed paw first then the rest of the corpse diced into pieces ready to be disposed of. Terror consumed Judy and she fell to the cold metal floor unable to look away from the bloody paw.

Judy reached for her radio and stammered “I f-found the v-victim.” Her heart hammering as she looked upon the first dead body she had ever seen.

(AN/ DUN DUN DUN! Judy’s found her first dead body, poor bunny. What did you guys think? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Review, like, reblog, fave and follow, it really helps. Next time on Take A Stand we learn both the identity of the victim, there’s a twist in the new murder case and our favourite mammals go out for a drink. Please review and c ya soon…..)

Guild Wars Lore: Factions

“Many generations ago, evil walked the shores of Cantha. It rode the wind, and skulked in the shadows. Waiting for the right moment to strike… Much time has passed. Evil, has returned….”

Hey everyone! Time for the next lore post, continuing on from last week’s Prophecies post, we are moving onto the next campaign from the original Guild Wars, and the second in the series of lore posts, Guild Wars: Factions. Guild Wars: Factions introduced us to a whole new land, Cantha! It is very heavily influenced by Asian culture, drawing inspiration from all over the continent. This campaign also introduced two new professions, the Assassin and Ritualist. The Assassin was a quick and deadly warrior, specializing in chaining together attacks to take down enemies quickly. The Ritualist was more a support profession, and unique in that they are one of the oldest profession in Tyria, even existing before humans were gifted magic. Before receiving magic from their Gods the ritualists would channel Spirits of their ancestors from the Mists, granting them power. We can see this class being an inspiration to the newly revealed Revenant (Also I would like to point out that Guild Wars: Factions is NOT an expansion, but a standalone campaign, Prophecies is not necessary to play it, though owning both means characters created in either game can then travel to the other)


The Betrayer

The story for Factions actually starts about 200 years before the present day in game. In 872 AE, in the Harvest Temple, then Emperor Angsiyan was slain by his trusted bodyguard, Shiro Tagachi. He absorbed power from the dead Emperor, given to the Emperor from Dwayna while in prayer, and proceeds to slay all in the Temple, but not before one of the Ritualists is able to alert the outside by ringing the Temple bell. Among those that enter the Temple to face Shiro are Vizu the Assassin, Saint Viktor of the Kurzicks and the Luxon Champion Archemorus. Vizu dug her blades deep into Shiro’s shoulders, forcing to drop his two swords. This gave Viktor and Archemorus the opening they needed. The two champions of their factions each took up one of The Betrayer’s dropped swords and slew him with his own blades, cutting him almost in half. With his last breath, Shiro changed Cantha for centuries to come, unleashing what is now known as The Jade Wind. With his death wail, Shiro unleashed the power he had stolen from the Emperor, now corrupted, it washed over the land, turning the Echovald Forest to stone, and the Jade Sea to (well…) a block of solid jade for miles. The Betrayer was dead, and Cantha now had to deal with the destruction it had brought with it, and also answer the question of why Shiro would slay the Emperor. For two hundred years the people moved on, with limited resources now that a whole sea and forest could no longer sustain life, the Kurzicks and Luxons again warred with each other. However, it would seem all too soon that all of Cantha would have to confront their past yet again…

The Affliction

The Shing Jea Monastery is a tiny island just west of Mainland Cantha, where students come to learn and train with great masters of their chosen profession. In 1072 AE (it should be noted that Factions and Prophecies happen at essentially the same time) The Player Character (PC) catches the eye of Master Togo, a highly respected teacher in the Monastery, and half-brother to the Emperor, and as his most promising student, he takes the PC to see Minster Cho, as is a yearly tradition. As they approach Minster Cho’s Estate, a very dangerous problem presents itself. A very deadly disease has swept through the estate, turning all those infected into vile monstrosities called The Afflicted.

The PC and Master Togo fight through waves of the Afflicted and are forced to kill the now transformed Minster Cho. Togo takes the PC to search for the origin of this plague, finding it in the holy valley of Zen Daijun. Killing the Afflicted as they make their way through the valley, and avoiding the deadly miasma, they come to where it all seems to be spreading from, the Daijun Library. After slaying the Afflicted in the library, Togo makes a startling discovery. Etched on the ground is the Guild Emblem of The Betrayer, Shiro Tagachi. Even though Shiro has been dead 200 years, Togo believes that this symbol may point to Shiro’s involvement in spreading this plague. 

The Betrayer Returns

Togo and the PC head for Kaineng City on Mainland Cantha, hoping to stop the plague from reaching the crowded city. Togo also calls for his old student Brother Mhenlo, who was studying in Tyria, to come help him. In Prophecies, Brother Mhenlo was a Monk henchmen a player could add to their party. Upon reaching Kaineng City Togo and the PC realize it is too late, the plague has already taken root within the city. Whole areas are being closed off for quarantine, chaos is starting to take hold. Togo and the PC head to Vizunah Square, believed to be the center for this latest spread of Afflicted. This is also where native Canthan players receive help from afar. For Guild Wars: Factions they had a unique mechanic for this, if playing a native Canthan character, the next mission in Vizunah Square has you fighting the Afflicted to reach another team of players, coming from either Tyria (if Prophecies character) or Elona (a Nightfall character). A foreign character playing through Factions would begin their campaign in this mission as well, starting from a different mission outpost, and fighting through a different route, to meet up with the native Canthan team. Before the mission, a flashback is played where Shiro, before he is a bodyguard to the Emperor, is confronted by an old fortuneteller woman. She tells Shiro that she sees great things in his future, and that he would be remembered for generations. Shiro brushes off the woman and continues on his way. In the mission and after the two parties had met, they proceeded to try and find the source of the plague. They find that indeed Shiro Tagachi has returned, as a spirit he is building an army. Togo and the PC discover that the Affliction is not a disease, but the result of living creatures getting too close to Shiro’s evil spirit. Whether or not this was done on purpose by Shiro, or simply an unintended result is unknown. In either case Shiro uses the Afflicted in his schemes, but he sets loose a new creation, the Shiro’ken. Shiro had taken spirits and bound them to constructs to serve his will, creating an army of powerful warriors. After the party is able to defeat this Shiro’ken, Shiro manifests himself and kills everyone present, having dealt with them, he leaves to continue building his army. As the players lay dead, several mysterious spirits appear and after debating among themselves, they return them all to life. The spirits explain that they are Envoys, the spirits of terrible criminals guilty of horrendous crimes in their mortal lives. As punishment for their evil deeds, Envoys are tasked with taking the recently dead to The Mists. Shiro was one of these Envoys, but has since been taking the souls he was supposed to be bringing to The Mists and turning them into Shiro’ken. The Envoys cannot fight Shiro, as the Envoys cannot fight each other, so they task the PC and the others with taking Shiro down, in exchange for returning them all to life. To this end they suggest they become Weh no Su “Closer to The Stars” (this is the same thing as becoming Ascendend in Guild Wars: Prophecies). Only by becoming Weh no Su can they even see Shiro, and thus be able to stop him.

Guidance From The Past

The PC and the party proceed to Nahpui Quarter, there they must prove themselves worthy by fighting celestial creatures, each representing a human vice. After defeating them, the player is finally Weh no Su, and is granted access to the sacred Tahnnakai Temple, where spirits of Cantha’s greatest heroes are honored. Among them are Vizu, the Spirit of the assassin that helped taken down Shiro 200 years ago, Togo believes she may possess knowledge in defeating Shiro now. They arrive almost too late, as Shiro has started binding the spirits of the heroes into his Shiro’ken. The party is able to free all the heroes before they are bent to Shiro’s will. Speaking with the spirit of Vizu, she reveals that while she was responsible for incapacitating Shiro 200 years ago, the death blow was struck by Saint Viktor and Archemorus of the Kurzick and Luxon people respectively. Vizu tells them to seek out their spirits, Archemorus’ spirit resides in an ancient spear made of his bones, and Saint Viktor’s urn, housing his ashes, also holds his spirit. After this mission, another flashback plays, with Shiro going to meet the fortune teller. She tells Shiro that great things are coming to him soon, and that the Emperor has his eye on him. The next scene has the Emperor appointing Shiro Tagachi as his personal bodyguard, seeming to prove the fortune teller’s prediction true.

Relics of The Past

Mhenlo and Togo decide to split up, as Mhenlo has a personal connection with the Kurzicks, so Togo leaves to work with the Luxons, as he knows the Elder of The Turtle Clan, Elder Rhea. Mhenlo and the party meet Danika, the daughter of Count zu Heltzer, leader of one of the Great Houses of the Kurzicks. With her help they head to the petrified Echovald Forest to meet with Count zu Heltzer, in requesting the use of Saint Viktor’s urn. The Count agrees to help Mhenlo, but Cathedral zu Heltzer, where the urn is stored, has become corrupted, and the wards put up no longer recognize and responded to the Kurzicks. The PC and party fight their way into the Cathedral, fighting corrupted guardians along the way.They are finally able to locate, and secure the Urn, but as soon as it is removed the Cathedral begins to crumble. The party barely escapes, but almost as soon as they are able to savor victory, Togo appears with news with the Luxons. They will agree to let them use the Spear of Archemorus, but only if they can win the right to wield it in a tournament known as the Convocation. The Convocation is an event where all the Luxon Champions fight for the privilege to wield the spear, and use it to slay the legendary kraken Zhu Hanuku, a legendary Sea Spirit that rises every year. The PC enters this tournament, and is able to best the champions, and the Kraken, and finally, the Spear is awarded to them. With the Spear and Urn, the PC heads back to Kaineng City, where news reaches them that an attack by Shiro and his army seems to be imminent. In the Undercity below Kaineng, Shiro is opening spirit rifts, bringing in legions of bound spirits to fight for him. The PC destroys the rifts, and the powerful constructs guarding the rifts. Finally, they confront Shiro, who merges with a bound spirit to fight them. Using the Urn and Spear, the PC is able to fight Shiro, and as his construct is destroyed he is nowhere to be found. Unsure if Shiro is defeated, the Envoys appear to the party once again and reveal that The Betrayer is not gone for good, but a great blow has been struck against him. The Spear and Urn were destroyed in the fight with Shiro, but it matters not, as the Envoys reveal that they will not be enough to destroy him this time. The Envoys tell them they must unite the warring Luxon and Kurzick people together, to fight as their champions did 200 years ago, and take down Shiro. It is here that the PC must make a decision, go with Mhenlo to try and convice the Kurzicks to lend their strength, or with Master Togo, and seek the power of the Luxons. Another flashback is shown, this time the Fortuneteller has grim news for Shiro, newly appointed royal bodyguard. She tells Shiro that the Emperor plans to kill him in the Harvest Temple, that he is afraid of his power. Shiro can’t believe it, but she tells him that he would have to make a choice, his life, or the Emperor’s.

(While it is possible to do both of these next missions after you beat the game, since you must choose which faction to join, Kurzick or Luxon, these next missions happens at the same time)

Factions United

If choosing to join the Kurzicks, they welcome the PC and ask for their help in bringing 3 of their people to the Eternal Grove. These 3 have volunteered to become Juggernauts, plant constructs that are created by binding the soul of a human volunteer to one of the Forever Trees. These Juggernauts are immortal, as long as the tree they are bound to lives, the Juggernaut will spawn at the tree if destroyed in battle. These Juggernauts act as eternal guardians of the Kurzicks. While preforming the ceremony, The Awakening, Luxons attack, trying to kill the Trees, preventing the creation of more Juggernauts. The PC is able to fend off the Luxon attackers, but soon the Luxons return, this time surrendering. The Luxons are fleeing an attack by the Afflicted that have entered the Echovald Forest. Using the situation at hand, the PC convinces the Kurzicks and the Luxon to put aside their rivalry and work together. Together, they are victorious, and an alliance is forged, if only for the time being.

If the PC chooses to join the Luxons, Elder Rhea  has them prove their worthiness to her people. One of the tasks is to take newly hatched Siege Turtles into the Leviathan Pits to be raised. As they are escorting the Turtles, Kurzick raiders attack them, trying to kill the turtles. As they battle, the Kurzicks are suddenly attacked from behind by Afflicted, and it become apparent that the Afflicted will overrun them all if they don’t fight together. A fragile alliance is struck, and the Kurzick and Luxon people fight as one, stopping the Afflicted. 

After either mission, Togo is said to be heading to the epicenter of the Jade Wind, the remains of the Harvest Temple. He hopes to get advice and help with Shiro from the ancient Saltspray Dragon Kuunavang, who was trapped beneath the Harvest Temple during the Jade Wind.

Where it All Began

Another flashback is seem before this mission. Shiro and the Emperor are seen approaching the Harvest Temple. A guard welcomes the Emperor, but informs him that he is supposed to enter alone, as that has always been the case. The Emperor orders the guard to let Shiro and the rest of his escort pass, that ‘there has been a change of plans’. The Fortuneteller’s words ring in Shiro’s mind, this deviation from tradition, coupled with the correct predictions that the Fortuneteller has already made, convinces Shiro that his life is in danger. He had made his choice.

Once the mission starts, it is found that Kunnavang has become corrupted by Shiro. Fighting through waves of Afflicted, the PC and their Kurzick and Luxon allies, finally reach the corrupted dragon. They are able to defeat her, and break Shiro’s hold on her. Along with the appearance of the Envoys, Shiro’s true intentions are finally discovered. He has been searching for a spell that will return him to life. He is almost finished, but he is missing one very important component, the blood of the imperial line. 

The Betrayer Lives

The PC and their party rush to the Palace, realizing that Shiro planned to kill the Emperor in order to return to life. They are too late to warn him though, as the Palace is overrun with Shiro’ken by the time they arrive. Shiro is almost to the Emperor, so the PC and their allies, fight their way into the inner sanctum. They arrive to see Shiro about to strike down the Emperor, but Master Togo steps in to take the fatal blow for his brother. Master Togo is killed by Shiro, and unfortunately his death is the last component Shiro needs for his spell, as he is of imperial blood. Although not the intended target, Shiro has what he needs, he leaves, ready to prepare his spell. Master Togo is mourned, but not for long, as the greatest enemy to Cantha breathes once again.

Shiro was now returned to life, in his mortal body he now had access to all his former power as a legendary assassin. This body did come with a risk, he was indeed mortal once again, so death was once again a reality for him. He worried little, he was eager to enter battle again, starting with the PC and their allies. The Inner Sanctum of the Emperor’s Palace would be the setting of the final confrontation with Shiro. A formidable foe, he was able to hold his own against the heroes. Finally, after a hard fought fight, Shiro, was slain again. As he died, Oracles of The Mists sealed his mortal body in Jade, probably preventing another Jade Wind. Shiro then appears as a spirit, angry, he demands the Envoys release him. But this time Shiro is not an Envoy, he is simply a lost spirit, and rather than make the mistake of giving him that power again, the Envoys seal him away in a ‘Special’ part of the Underworld. The Envoys thank the heroes for their work, telling them that they will be waiting for them to join them in the Afterlife, but to live a long and happy life till then. Shiro was defeated, the plague was no longer spreading, and the Kurzicks and Luxons had struck a fragile alliance. Peace was in Cantha, but many questions remained. Why had Shiro so easily turned on the Emperor, how had he gained so much power. These questions would remain unanswered for a few short years. For in another part of the world, on another continent, another power was awakening, something forgotten, erased from history for its crimes, sought revenge. Its power has been felt throughout the whole world, even if those affected were never aware. Seemingly unrelated events would be revealed to be connected by one long thread, and a common enemy would be revealed…

Alright guys, that’s it for this week’s lore post! Next week we move onto the final standalone campaign for the original Guild Wars, Nightfall. See you then!

-Karn Vileclaw

Both information in the livestream demo Bioware streamed and the Character Creator Demo released September 29th 2014.

Bioware on Twitch, Gameplay Demo
Dragon Age of Youtube, Character Creator Demo

Gameplay Demo and Character Creator Demo: Character Creator

  • The current start screen for Inquisition (which may change) shows both a line of Mages and a line of Templars marching to Haven for the summit, choosing to start the game shows the building (I believe it is the Haven Chantry) being blown up and consumed by the Fade. A Templar’s shield flying into the screen, this is the first scene in the Enemies of Thedas trailer.
  • PC versions of the game are controller compatible, allowing both game pad and controller peripherals to be used with Inquisition.
  • When Gender tarot cards show up they are randomized, as neither gender is default. Sometimes the Male cards are showing and sometimes the Female, they can be manually switched between at this point.
  • You will pick a specific spec for a class at the beginning of the game (i.e. Rogue: Archer, Rogue: Double Blade, Warrior: Sword and Shield, Warrior: Two-Handed, Mage) These are not permanent and only determine starting skills, they can be respec-ed later or the Inquisitor can have a combination of two within the actual game (as long as they are the same class skill).
  • There are difficulty levels: Casual, Normal, Hard, and Nightmare. Difficulty can be change within the game, however, doing so will lock out difficulty achievements for that playthrough.
  • When you choose a race a default voice is chosen by race. Qunari and Dwarves are given the flatter American accent, while Elves and Humans are defaulted with the British accent. However, you can change these within the CC.
  • There is a 2D slider on a grid for more specific and smaller tweaks, such as size and shape customization. As the cursor is moved around the shape and size of the feature will change.
  • Scars can be moved across the Inquisitor’s face and positioned with vertical and horizontal sliders.
  • Some notable sliders are: Ear Lobes, Eyelash Style, Broken Nose, Double Chin, and Adam’s Apple for both genders.
  • Makeup is also available for both genders.
  • Several pieces of information on the Color Wheels. Almost all Color choices will have Color Wheels, except for Hair and Skin colors. Eyeliner has a restricted Color Wheel with usual/normal base colors. Also Tattoos have free ranged Color Wheels as well.
  • Eyes do/can have Central Heterochromia, meaning the inner iris can be a different color than the outer. However eyes cannot have Complete Heterochromia, meaning the Inquisitor cannot have two different colored eyes.
  • Replication Codes to share Inquisitors with friends is not currently being developed. However, it is a feature that they wish to add and will be looking at adding Post-Release. The idea is that the codes will utilize the Dragon Age Keep and make for easier sharing.
  • Tattoos are dependent on race. Human will receive generic tattoos, Elves will have Vallaslin, and Dwarves can have brands. Qunari do not have the option of tattoos.
  • Instead Qunari are given specialized replacement for helmets. Qunari will receive war paints called Vitar (spelling?), they are toxic to all other races and have distinct patterns as well as stats. These war paints like helmets can be hidden with the hide helmet option.
  • Beauty Marks are currently not within the CC, but are a suggestion they may look into adding.
  • There is currently not an option for Character customization in-game later (like the Black Emporium), but is something they will be willing to look at as a Post-Release feature later on.
  • Lighting within the Character Creator is close to most of the lighting sequences within Inquisition. Also the first sequence after the CC exposes the Inquisitor to many different lighting changes, so it is a short restart instead of having to restart a character later in the game.
  • There are options for Hornless Qunari.
  • Horns can also be broken, asymmetrically broken, sawed down, or metal tipped.
  • Qunari receive 4 hair styles with almost each hair style matched with each style of horns. There is no size slider for horns, their size being preset.
  • Qunari skin tones range from the usual pale greys, to Sten’s bronzed tone, to jet black. Other Inquisitors range from pale to Vivienne’s black tone as well.
  • There are no sliders for Height or Body Type, instead Height and Body type is dependent on racial body types.
  • In cinematic scenes Qunari will look down at Dwarves and Dwarves will crane their heads upwards. Male Qunari and Female Dwarf having the starkest contrast.
  • Around 62 different variable affect the Inquisitor’s appearance, the combinations of them all providing billions of unique appearances.
  • There are no game portraits of the Inquisitor, as it was sacrificed for stylized icons that indicate health state of the Inquisitor and party.
  • Elves have the largest ears and still retain some of their unique mousy looks from DA2

Gameplay Demo: Gameplay

  • Part of the Deep Roads is Valammar, the entrance being in The Hinterlands and often surrounded by Nugs. There are several options to entering the area (i.e. finding the key, early exploration reward, or through a plot event). One of the area missions is dealing with the Carta
  • Darkspawn will return, specifically further down in the lower levels of Valammar.
  • Tactical view is high recommended for mid-battle screenshots. Also the transition between Tactical view and Real Time is flawless.
  • Trackers and Damage Floaters can be turned off. Damage Floaters can also be adjusted so only controlled characters is given floaters or the entire party can have them turned on.
  • If you fall over a ledge the Inquisitor respawns to their previous position. Enemies pushed over ledges fall to their deaths.
  • Any armor in the game can be customized and upgraded with materials collected from around the world.
  • Health does not instantly heal after battle. Health can instead be regained via potions or specialized bombs, but potions are limited and the number carried can be determined via per companion/character. Health will slowly regenerate outside of battle, the speed depending on the difficulty (e.g. casual will regen the fastest). There is no injuries due to this new system.
  • Barriers can be cast by mages and will eat damage for a time, Guard is activated in various ways by warriors and will protect against damage as well.
  • The reason for cutting back on health spells is to open up the party for any and all companions, rather than clustering or discarding a mage as a spam healer.
  • The Spirit Tree for mages also possesses a revive spell, also a bomb much like Mythal’s Favor, and companions and the Inquisitor can be manually revived by sending another character over and helping them up with the Interact button. This takes longer to do than the revive spell or bomb, which is instant.
  • ‘Power’ is like the Inquisition’s funds, it can be used to expand, build, or further the story-line and world. Allowing for the Inquisition to have impact on the world as well.
  • Friendly-fire is it’s own mode and can be toggled on and off separate from difficulty. It only adds more challenge for those who want it.
  • Spells and abilities can be used out of combat to prepare for upcoming battles without engaging.
  • Most combat can be disengaged from, most likely boss battle can’t.
  • Free roam and side quest enemies do not scale to the Inquisitor’s level. Main plot enemies scale within a set range and those quests/plots have recommended levels stated at the War Table.
  • Mages (unless Knight-Enchanters) and Rogue Archers (when equipped with bows) will not have melee attacks, but will have several evade options to put distance between them and the enemy.
  • Regular enemies will dwindle in numbers and then repopulate. However, Story enemies and High Dragons are permanent kills.
  • Companions approval will be indicated by events, conversations, and continuances in their story. Also there will be indicators that a companion approves of an action, just no number or amount system.
  • Specialized armor (i.e. Templar) will look the same/similar instead of changing with a companion’s style.

anonymous asked:

maybe a yooseven body switch? or any rfa body switch? please and thank you (love your blog btw!)

I love the idea, thank you! I somehow thought that Seven as Yoosung would be funnier but when I was finished I thought Yoosung as Seven would be better… so here is a not so good body switch… listening to k-pop again is distracting af..

The alarm clock filled the darkness of his room with a loud beep. His head hurt when he opened his eyes slowly to shut it off. Wait, he couldn’t remember going to bed, or going to sleep. When did he close his eyes? His neck hurt and as he tries to stretch himself. The moment a bit of blonde hair falls into his face, Seven jumps up. Since when does he have blonde hair? Did Vanderwood play a prank on him? Did he bleach his hair? Did he do anything to his babies? Seven turns around and catches Yoosung in a mirror next to him. He asks himself why Yoosung would have a picture of himself in his room until Yoosung mirrors Sevens movements.

Slowly, he looks down, sees brown pants and shoes that are definitely not his. His hand strokes his face, pulls his cheeks and hair in disbelief. And then he turns the lights on and he finds himself in Yoosungs room. “I need to call Yoosung… No… Myself?” he mutters to himself as he dials his own number. “Seven?!” Yoosung seems calm. Too calm. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE SEVEN?! WHY AM I YOU?! WHAT IS THIS HERE?! EXPLAIN!” Seven suppresses a laugh “Calm down, Yoosung I’m sure I can solve this problem somehow. I just need my equipment.” Yoosung inhales sharply. “There’s a small problem, Seven. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO MY CLASSES AND HOW ARE YOU GOING TO DO YOUR JOB?!” There’s silence for a minute until Seven sighs loudly:” Okay, listen. I’ll be going to your classes and you’ll do nothing.” “How can I do nothing? What if your maid comes in and what should I tell your girlfriend and saeran?” Seven didn’t consider the people that hang around his place. “Well, first of all; if you touch her inappropiatley I will destroy you. Second of all, if you just stay infront of the PC or just come to your place and call it a secret mission, everything will be fine…” Seven can’t hear Yoosung nodding, but he takes the silence on the other end of the line as a yes and just hangs up. His neck is killing him, and his clothes feel like he slept in them. It’s Yoosungs old hoodie and his old jeans. His hair is falling in his eyes and just being 10 minutes in Yoosungs body are annoying as hell. He undresses himself and opens Yoosungs wardrobe. In the back, he finds an old leather Jacket. And by the sight of this very unusual item, Seven grins from one ear to the other.
With a loud bang, the classroom door flings open and crashes against the wall. Seven, or Yoosung enters the room. White shirt, leather jacket and his hair clipped back in a tiny man bun. Behind his ear, sits a cigarette and at his shirt dangles a pair of sunglasses.

Seven doesn’t say a word when he enters the room. He goes to one of the seats next to a group of girls and slouches himself down without granting them a look. He notices that people start to whisper about him, but he doesn’t care. Instead, he just leans back and listens to the Prof. In the corner of his eye he notices one girl. She’s looking at him every now and then, she seems curious about Yoosungs new attire.

After class Seven feels a light tap on his shoulder. A group of girls stand before him and giggle when he turns around. In one swift move he takes of his sunglasses and has put them on, together with a cheeky smirk. “What can I do for you, ladies?” another giggle from two of them. Their leader begins to talk, but Seven isn’t listening. The girl that has been eying him the whole time, looks directly at him again. But as their eyes meet, she hushes away. Seven doesn’t know what’s happening when he’s ripped out of his trance by a kiss on the cheek and a tiny paper in his hand. He crunches it up and runs after the mysterious girl. She looks cute and his a little bit smaller than Yoosung. Not as cute as his girlfriend, though, but that is hard to achieve. “Hey! You!” The girl stops and looks in Sevens direction. She has a curious look in her eyes, which intensifies as she musters Yoosung from head to toe. “Would you like a milkshake? Or coffee?” Somehow, this bold Yoosung suits Seven much better than the baby Yoosung. “Sure, why not?” Her voice is quiet and soft, almost a whisper. A wide sile spreads across Yoosungs face.

Two hours go by and Seven has a fun time as Yoosung. Especially after hooking Yoosung up with this cute girls from one of his classes. He tried to be as much of Yoosung as possible. Except for a few lies. A game addict that is likely to fail all his classes is not a suitable boyfriend. Instead, he brought back the old Yoosung. The one that worked hard for school and didn’t waste time on games and one that looked really handsome in a suit. Seven brings his small date back home and even receives a little hug from her, before his phone rings. “Hiya, Yoosung!” “Seven, please come home… This is crazy I don’t know what to do. Everyone is crazy and I just want to go home!” Yoosung begins to whine like a baby. “Ya… I’m coming.” With a grin, seven makes his way towards his home… thinking about a good excuse for his style and regretting that he didn’t cross dress Yoosung as a woman.