#a rogue update

[especiallyhaytham]

Assassin's Creed: Rogue | Complete Timeline

Full document for download

A comprehensive list of all important dates and events related to Assassin's Creed: Rogue.

If you'd like to use this as a source or share to other platforms, all I ask is that you link back to this post for credit. This is just information compiled from other sources for the purpose of accessibility. Please do not edit the existing document or remove my name.

If you notice any mistakes, please leave a comment (with a source link if possible) and I'll fix it asap! I do update this regularly.

**I did not go into great detail on Haytham's POV sequence in AC3, and I also excluded events from Forsaken/Haytham's Journal. It was way more than I wanted to do at the time. However, I do want to expand this in the future to also cover AC3, and when that happens I will be more thorough. If for some reason you need information that I left out, hopefully this document at least makes it easier for your organization!

I will make a pinned post soon where this will be permanently linked. Thanks!

[aealzx]

Phantom Rogues

A DP x DC fanfic

Rated: M (because of swearing, mild gore, medical details. just making sure)

Pairings: None (Please don't tag as any pairings either)

Warnings: Blood, medical devices, dehumanization, mentions of experimentation, violence, mentions of mild gore

Summary: After thwarting the GIW's second attempt to destroy the Infinite Realms Danny, Danielle, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker have ended up in Gotham after the GIW's machines exploded. They don't have IDs, money, or anyplace to stay, and after getting badly injured in the fight Danny's ice core has put him in a semi cryogenic stasis, leaving the rest of Team Phantom to fend for themselves while taking care of him. After two months of theft, avoiding the authorities, and sometimes doing a little vigilantism of their own, Team Phantom pissed off the wrong group of criminals by stealing a vial of Lazarus water. Team Batman is called to rescue them, as well as finally figure out what this new ground of rogues is doing in Gotham, and how to get them back home.

AO3 ________

Tumblr posts: Prologue

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28

[reality-detective]

The pilot behind the dramatic Delta crash that flipped a plane upside down at Toronto Pearson Airport has been identified as 26-year-old First Officer Kendal Swanson.

A Minnesota beauty pageant winner who completed her training just last April with under 1,500 flight hours.

The more experienced captain, James Henneman, was handling communications as Swanson piloted during the crash. 🤔

[snuize]

I FOUND A BUNCH OF OLD DRAWINGS THAT I NEVER PUT ON TOYHOUSE OR EVEN SOME I NEVER UPLOADED HERE

LIKE THESE ARE FROM 2023 ???

GO CHECK OUT MY NEWLY UPDATED TOYHOUSE :D

[roguespodcast]

Delays.

They suck.

We already know this, and I hate them. Due to quality issues, things have not worked out with the current VA of an (as of yet) unknown upcoming villain in the next season. This has pushed things back considerably.

Now, there is a plus side - Dee and I are moving in August to the middle of nowhere, where peace and quiet should never be a problem again. No more apartment life. No more construction. Just silence.

That means content will actually become a constant - it will become my full-time job. This is exciting news, so one day we'll look back at all these delays and laugh.

Not right now, but someday.

xx

[patroclusbro]

Rogue (Doctor Who, 2024) + Text Posts (1/?)

The Balcony Scene

Bonus:

[sirspeep]

tav, staring at the night sky unblinkingly: (voice of someone who has just learned polymorph) would you still love me if i was a worm

astarion, sleepy cat who just had dinner: (voice of someone unaware they just failed a crucial insight check) of course my dear

[pursuitseternal]

Can I get “Do your worst” for Ascended Astarion x f!tav please? Bonus points if you can get some bdsm in there 🥵

“Do your worst…”

Also now published as: “Choke Me” update for “The Rogue You Were”

Ascended Astarion x f!Reader | Smut Ask fill

CW: BDSM, collar and leash, breath play, choking, spanking, Elven erogenous zones

It started after dinner, you decided to spend your evening in the library tonight, a roaring fire in the grate and books pressed to your faces. Lounging on top of one another on the couch, you stroke his soft silver curls as he rests his head in your lap.

You can feel his warmth through your thin silk skirt, his fingers tracing the seams of your skirt. His book rests in his hands, propped up on his belly, his back resting between the length of your extended legs.

If you close your eyes and ignore the fact your heart barely beats and your skin is corpse cold, it’s almost as if you’re back in the camp on those long, star-kissed nights. Just you… and your Rogue, curled by the fire in the comfort of his tent.

Every soft ambient sound is identical, the crackle of the fire, the whisper of pages as they turn, the soft wash of breath as he sighs and settles tighter against you.

For that moment, you forget that he is your Sire, the Vampire Ascendant.

You swallow, your throat pulsing against his latest gift, a tight fitting necklace that hugs every sinew of your neck. Black velvet ribbon and shining mithral chains. Costly. Precious. And dear.

Just like you, Astarion had said as he closed it around your neck, adjusting that encrusted ring between the chains just so…

Your fingers fidget with those chains now, the sharp, small metallic sounds making Astarion’s pointy ears twitch. “Enjoying your newest gift, little love?” he purrs, eyes still scanning the page of his book.

But somehow you can feel every tendon and sinew in his body coiling, readying to pounce.

“It’s elegant,” you reply, slipping a finger beneath the heavy chains. “But it is a bit tight.”

“Just tight enough to remind you,” he trails off, eyes flashing their crimson gaze towards you, upside down, before turning back to his page.

“Remind me of what?” you ask, almost absentmindedly, your eyes focused on the next few lines of your novel. You raise its soft little cover up in one hand, the plot thickens the more you read… and you can sense a nice smut scene about to unfold on your pages…

You didn’t hear his low voice through the cover…. Until he clears his throat with a noise, almost a snarl. An unamused one.

“Oh, my darling, please don’t tell me you’re ignoring me for some… fictional romance,” his voice whines in silken tones to shroud his suspicion.

Your heart leaps into your throat as he snaps his book shut. Pale fingers curl over the top of your novel as Astarion pulls it, revealing your now blushing face. White hot shame at being caught colors even your undead complexion.

You look down at him, his face upside down as he lies nestled in your skirts. From this angle, his smile is uncanny, that sly fang-glinting smirk that instantly makes you wet. And by the way his nostrils flare, he can scent it already.

It only makes that insufferable grin twist all the more rakish.

Deft fingers pry your smutty novel from your eager hands, setting it on the expanse of his belly. “I said…” he begins, that tone already low and threatening in the best possible way, “your necklace… your collar is to remind you to whom you belong, my treasure.” He frowns, pouting, at least you think he does, it’s disorienting to look at him topsy turvy on your lap. “Tch, not off to a great or convincing start, little love.”

You roll your eyes, reaching for your book… only to have his fingers snap shut around your wrist. He keeps you there, hand suspended in one grip. His other hand reaches slowly to stroke the sensitive flesh of your neck, teasing and dipping beneath the soft ribbon and hard links of your necklace.

Your collar, he called it.

“Ah, ah,” he mocks in that chiding tone. “You haven’t earned your little escapism back yet. You might not ever,” he warns. “You think I’m happy letting your mind dwell on some dashing hero that lives on a page?” He pouts his thick lips before he licks them. “Are my words not enough for you?”

You blush, staring at him teasing at you from the middle of your silken skirts.

“Your blush betrays you, little love,” he purrs. “Seems you need reminding that what you have with me will satisfy you better than any man in your mind.”

“I don’t know,” you can’t help but tease back, “I have a very vivid imagina—”

That last word is swallowed as his fingers find the ring in your necklace and pull.

Hells… that tight little necklace locks around your throat, a steely caress of velvet and precious metal that makes your slow undead pulse pound in your ears. You gasp for air you don’t need, panic setting in regardless.

Astarion gives that low, wicked, rolling chuckle. “Should we test my imagination, darling?” he croons, pulling your collar just a smidge tighter as he sits up. He towers over you, pinning your thighs beneath his legs as he straddles you. “All that reading… I hope you can keep up with what I have planned for you in reality,” he taunts, tugging on your collar on the last word.

Your stomach blazes with need, hot desire running through your veins at breakneck speed. Even though you technically don’t need to breathe, your eyes are wide with the thrill of being controlled, your lungs burn at the foreign sensation of being stifled so thoroughly.

He pulls you by your collar, stopping only once your nose presses against his. That paper bound novel of yours in his hand, he waves it next to your head, pinching its offending existence between his fingers. “Perhaps we can repurpose this as a part of your reminder?”

“Hmm,” you feel bold, invincible, now that you have settled into the dull ache of pain and let it inspire you, making your hungry nerves crave more. “Do your worst…”

“Oh you know me, my treasure,” he growls, lips pressed into your ear, fangs scoring on your neck, “I only give you my very best.”

His rumbling laugh, low in his belly, inundates your senses. Yanking you by your collar, you gulp and gag at the force. Eyes shut from the pain, you slowly realize he’s laid you out over the couch’s arm. Vauguely something metallic clicks behind your head, and it’s only after he pulls you taut, bending you back by your collar do you realize he’s attached something to that ring.

A leash, a simple chain of matching shining bright metal he’s still fishing entirely out of his pocket. The links jingle merrily, your only warning before he pulls it tight. “My pretty consort,” he purrs, “I don’t like to see worry cast so on your face. Fear not,” his warm touch lifts your skirts up to bare your ass, “you are mine.”

The metal tugs your head to the side as he bends down, reverencing your ass cheeks with a few blunt-toothed kisses. Nothing to break the skin. Just enough to make you sigh some strangled moans.

Warm, dexterous digits slide their way beneath the gusset of your underwear to tease out that slick he’s been smelling. “Mmmm,” he purrs, “I hope this is all for me and not from that filthy smut you’ve been indulging in without me.” You hear it, that wet slick of his fingers crooking inside you, aiming for that spot that makes your thighs tremble instantly.

“Now, pet,” he sniggers at the moniker, easing your leash to give it a waggle. Just for effect. “Let’s repurpose this novel of yours. After all, if you can find enjoyment in its pages, perhaps I can too…” He tests the weight of it in his grip, the other hand pulling you by your leash and collar to make you strain upwards just slightly. “You asked for my worst, but you are only worthy of my best, darling…”

Smack. Your body jolts, pain-pleasure racing up your spine as the book connects with your rear. A little moaned grunt slips from your lips.

“What was that, my dear? Good enough for you?” he purrs, rubbing the reddening mark on your backside.

You hang your head, laughing breathlessly. “If I said no…” you leave the question unfinished.

He gives a little growl of disapproval, arm swinging back to land your little novel square on the other cheek. Harder this time, you yelp as your body lurches forward.

A smooth tug on your leash guides your face next to his, your lithe back bending as he whispers in your ear. The wash of his warm breath tickles. “Now, little love, good enough at last? Or does the man on these pages still hold sway?”

Leaning against his mouth you sigh, “It’s very good, but I think I’m missing something. My void is aching to be filled… I feel desperate with wanton need… pulsing, throbbing, leaking…”

“Hells below, my dear, is this the kind of drivel you’re consuming?” He chides you as he tosses the book down on the couch. “Well, if you’re wanton hole needs serving, I’d be a cad not to comply. No fictional man will get the better of me,” he chuckles.

You hear it, feel it. His free hand easing his trousers open enough for his cock to spring free. Your hands brace on the arm of the couch, your clothing too tight. You curse that silk on your torso, the bodice that pinches your breasts and irritates your skin.

Only your legs and ass are bare, free for his touch and his tongue. Warm breath washes over your cunt first, and you know he’s pulling out all his tricks to impress you, to distract you from your smutty little novel. Fingers tease at your clit, his skilled tongue lapping in and out of your channel, while you let out a string of colorful curses and florid language.

His laughter vibrates into your cunt, wetness dripping down your thigh. Spit… slick… you can’t tell any longer what’s seeping as his tongue fucks in and out, in perfect rhythm with his fingers as they circle your bud.

Heat coils in your belly, flooding your muscles with ungodly fire and need. Close, so close, you pant as just the right teasing pressure grazes your clit….

…until it all disappears. You scream in frustration. Your hips buck and grind into nothing

Hirrrk… you gag and groan at once as he pulls you by that jingling leash until you land, splayed on your back. Satisfied as you catch your breath he grins at you. You are a mess across the couch. A small mercy, he lets go of your leash and tosses those metal links to rest beside you. “Be a good pet,” he purrs, “and spread those legs for me again….” He cages you in, a wicked smile and arching brows as he hovers over you. “Unless you’d rather enjoy your… fictional pleasures?”

His finger slips inside your necklace, easing the chain apart as he settles comfortably between your thighs. Finally you can swallow and take a deep gulp of air. The relief on your face makes him leer, capturing your softly smiling lips in a kiss. He’s tender and slow, the warm tip of his tongue tracing your lips. As you part them, you taste the tang of your own slick. A hum escapes your throat, and you match the daring darts of this tongue with your own. Your hunger for him eagerly rises, hands pulling on the soft velvet of his breeches, gripping the backs of his thighs to bring him closer.

To guide his cock where you are aching for him.

“You haven’t even asked me once what I was reading about,” you rasp, taunting him with a mischievous tone. “You didn’t even notice its main hero is an elf…”

Those silver brows twist, canting in all their rakish glory. “Is that so?” he purrs, grinding the long shaft of his cock up and down your seam. “Was my little love being a quick study? Care to share your…”

Your fingers brush the shells of his ears, both at once. His cock twitches so hard between you, you can feel the precum leaking onto your belly.

“Hells,” he groans. But you’re not done. One hand at the back of his head, you turn him quickly, taking that soft flesh of his earlobe and sucking it loudly between your smirking lips.

The whimper from his mouth is divine, the shudders that race down his spine ripple in time with the jerks of his cock again.

Quickly, you slot him inside you, eliciting the loudest snarl from him you have ever heard. His hips move quickly, snapping into you, already so close to his release. “Godsdammit, darling,” he hisses even as you keep your lips tracing the shell of his ear. “I’m the one who should be…”

You suckle the soft curve of his ear again, nibbling your way to the tip. The faintest brush of your tongue on his precious, pointy ear has him shuddering and slamming into you with erratic abandon. “I… can’t…” he pants, breathing through his fangs clenched tightly. With one last curse on his own choking breath, he thrusts home, warm cum spurting deep inside you as he convulses and crushes you, the throbbing of his cock in your walls enough to throw you into your own orgasmic oblivion.

Pleasure tears through you, blistering hot as every muscle goes taut. Shaking, panting, you grip around his head, careful not to bite his ear in your fangs.

With one final graze of your teeth on his fleshy earlobe, you relax. You feel him shiver and swallow one last exhausted whimper as he lays all his weight on you.

A few breaths, and all is again as it once was—a warm, post-coital embrace. Wet. Hot. And wordlessly brimming with love.

Something prods at your hip beneath you, and fetching it, you realize it’s your novel. Reaching around his mussy curls, you find your page, fully aware that he’s still hard and seated deep inside you.

He makes no complaint now as you pick up right where you left off. Only his breathing grows steady, his head nuzzling into your neck as his fingers trace the fine metal of your collar. He mumbles something into the hollow of your throat. “What was that?” you reply, as if this was the most mundane evening in existence.

His voice is slurred, worn out from the intensity of his pleasure, and it makes you grin as he rasps, “You certainly did your worst, my darling, and I loved it…”

[cinamun]

What if.... what if my day was pretty chill so I took all the pics I need for Thursday's update and just post tomorrow instead? I will get what I need for Thursday after dinner tonight. We cool with that?

[kineticallyanywhere]

Monkey’s Paw pages 152-157 ( START HERE || ao3 || previous || next ) AU after episode 62. The Omega Dads try a more desperate gambit, but   careful what you wish for. Our dads find alternate versions of themselves in a strange dreamscape. If you die in the dream,doyou die in real life?

Thank you all so much for your kind comments!!! I know my posting regularity (if I ever had any) has flown straight out the window but it still feels so good to make more and get it out there. thank you guys!!! I hope you can keep enjoying this thing I started for myself and continue for partially myself and partially you guys <3

[too-many-lavellans]

Shep'lan Lavellan

Clan Trader, Inquisition Agent Assassin

[hellafluff]

whatever the opposite of a shoutout is to the Rogue Trader fextralife. we as a community need to get our shit together and make a real wiki with correct assets.

[laertive]

so I got invited to a friends dnd campaign

Elise “Ellie” Rose, Tiefling Rogue

on the hunt for the criminal lord that left her for dead in an enchanted ice prison

[rielzero]

I'm working on it c:

[reality-detective]

You think YOU'RE having fun right now?

I'm the guy who was on the record for the past 5 years telling you there would be justice for SpyGate and none of these traitors were gonna walk away from this.

I said you would see the return of John Durham.

All the evidence has been collected. It's all just been waiting for the pieces on the board to get into the right position.

They know exactly who did what, Durham's had it ALL in the filings.

There IS no statute of limitations for leaking of classified materials, espionage or treason against your own country.

What do you think the statute of limitations is for stealing classified information off a federal database in exchange for cash from a political campaign?

What is the statute of limitations for deliberately constructing hoaxes that were then used to drive narratives to try to impeach a President?

I already checked. I know the answer. 🤔

[thecoffeelorian]

Coffee's Fic Café, Redux!

Vilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome…

So, cool people.

Once upon a time, I had originally thought that sticking a short blurb at the beginning of my fanfiction list would be enough of an introduction to get to know me, as well as assuming (at the time) that people would focus more on my stories and less upon my general history...these days, however, that may no longer be the case.

This is kinda why I hope to start over almost entirely from scratch, as well as go into a bit more detail about what it is I write about and why I write it in the first place, so...here goes nothing.

ABOUT ME:

Since my first memory of Star Wars involved the Ewoks in "Return Of The Jedi", I guess I officially count as an Elder Fan, and therefore have been in the SW fandom ever since childhood. Since then, as you all will see below, I've done a bunch of work in several facets of the Galaxy Far, Far Away; as well as dabbling in other fandoms in order to broaden my horizons somewhat. I've also started to do a little fanart recently, so once I've got this pinned post up and running, I will eventually add my pieces to the proper fandom sections.

ABOUT MY WRITING STYLE/PREFERENCES:

Sooooo...when I mention in a fic that the romance will be 'slow burn', chances are the main plotline will probably brought about the exact same way. This means that, if we're going by recent examples, the Female Reader will start witnessing some hints of future conflicts from her extended family by Chapter 9 (TBB: Kiss Me, Captain), or else finally getting a moment alone with a certain space pirate by Chapter 9 (SC: Anomaly). This also kinda means that I need my audience to be ultra-patient with me sometimes, as I'm just not that kind of writer who jumps straight into the "woo-hoo" without a literal ton of preparation beforehand.

WHAT I NEED FROM YOU:

So, what does this mean for any and all interested readers?

Simple--I need likes (❤️); I need reblogs (🔁); and if you're feeling really excited, horrified, etc. about a recent chapter, comments (🗨️). It's as simple as that, because it's feedback that makes the world go 'round, and because this site is NOT Tiktok, i.e. views alone WON'T let me know if anybody enjoys my hard work. Therefore, hit the proper icons when my updates come, and I won't ever end up throwing my efforts away in frustration because people weren't bothered to interact.

Anyways! Now that I've gotten through all my explanations, here is a current record of all my fanworks:

STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH

(De)Stressing (Captain Howzer x Reader)

Kiss Me, Captain (Captain Howzer x Female Reader)

The Surprise Guest (Crosshair x Reader)

Caf, Chocolates, and Comfort (Tech x Reader)

The New Aftermath Series (S1 Rewrite)

Burn // Standoff // Heart Of Stone

Overwatch (You Are Omega)

Rogue Punned (A Space Parody)

STAR WARS: SKELETON CREW

Anomaly (Jod Na Nawood x Female Reader)

OTHER STAR WARS TALES

The Special Guest (Codywan)

Comm Chatter (Anomaly Tie-In)

CALL OF DUTY

Sachertorte (König x Reader)

GLADIATOR II

Everyone's Got Secrets (House Husband AU)

FARGO

Promises (Ole Munch x Reader)

STARLIGHT EXPRESS

On Another Track: Part 1