#I should be able to drag and drop files and just have them work or download them and have them work

[thedragonbandit]

Why is it so difficult to just get an mp3 file on my phone or ipad with A: coverart and B: into albums (that I can rearrange as wanted)

all I am trying to do is get my (legitimately obtained(!)) audiobooks onto a mobile device. Why do I have to pay a subscription service to add custom artwork because the metadata isn't working correctly. Why does the iPad seemingly have NO WAY to add a simple file to the books app. Why does everything want me to either pay money for a simple function or download a third party ap (with in app purchases for the things I want)

Why was this easier when my mp3 device was literally a USB stick with an aux plug and a screen.

[luveline]

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬? | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

you have a bad habit and miguel finds a solution —a begrudgingly in love miguel deals with his gf’s oral fixation. 1k. requested here

cw mildly mature themes/love bites. mdni

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Miguel knew when he passed you his hand that you'd start some weird shit like this. You withhold for a while, but eventually his fingertips end up by your mouth. You brush them against your lips absent-mindedly. He knows you like the feeling, knows you draw an unconscious comfort from being able to chew on something, and he's not interested in demonising you for something you can't help. 

What he can't abide is your using him like a dollar store chew toy. The second he feels your breath against his fingers, he pulls your joined hands down into the gap between your thighs on the workbench and warns, "Don't." 

"Sorry, Miguel," you say, blinking back to attention. 

"Can't you chew on a pencil like a normal person?" 

"Sorry," you say again, not really sorry. Miguel's not really mad. "I forget that it's you." 

He likes the sound of that, even if he's still disapproving. It's hard to be mad when the level of trust you have for him extends so far, the comfort he gets from your mere presence reflected in you and your lack of shame surrounding a bad habit. Miguel sighs and goes back to his sketching. You squeeze his hand twice and do the same. 

If you can't bite him, you'll bite yourself. It starts with your nails and stretches to your cuticles. You've hurt yourself doing it before, and Miguel doesn't want to see you do it again. He winces at way you nibble your skin.

"Could you cut it out?" he asks. 

"I'm not doing anything." 

"You're trying to start the next apocalypse." 

"It's not hurting anyone," you insist. 

"It's hurting you." 

You let go of his hand to take the computer mouse, dragging and dropping a file from the first monitor onto his. He doesn't bother opening it. It's some flirtatious drivel or tech he doesn't want to deal with,  undoubtedly. 

"It's okay," you sing-song quietly. "You're such a worrier."

He thinks, Fine. Leaves you to your work, gets on with his own, and tries not to worry about your poor fingertips. Ten minutes become an hour, and he forgets what you'd been squabbling about, distracted by work. You drop file after file onto his screen until he gives in and opens one, finds a note drawing done with a jagged cursor of him, he assumes, frowny-faced with a bright red heart drawn around himself. The majority are the same, though the first one you sent him is Miguel with a smile, his cartoon version captioned, "secret softie :3". He puts a couple in his files and the rest in the recycling basket. 

He's retrieving the ones he deleted guiltily when you hiss. He checks on you from the corner of his eye, and notices the little red line of blood building in your cuticle. 

"There's actually something wrong with you."

"Ouch," you murmur, waving your finger around. "Stings." 

"I told you." 

"D'you have a bandaid?" 

Miguel doesn't have a bandaid in the workshop. His first aid kit is half nano tech, half traditional wrap around bandages, all overkill for your surface wound. He takes pit on you and your crinkled face and pulls your hand toward eye level to inspect the damage. You've pulled the cuticle skin up toward the bed and torn skin that should be left alone, blood quick to congeal in the air. He should've just let you bite him. 

"Idiot," he says, and kisses the side of your hand. "Don't do it again."

You grumble at his name calling but seem otherwise appeased. It's not long before your hand is going back to your mouth, but you must remember his demand, choosing to tuck your hands between your thighs. You squirm in your seat and can't focus on your work. 

Miguel thinks, Fuck it. 

"Alright, come here."

You wheel your chair closer.

"What, I have to do all the work?" he asks, holding out his arms. "Come here." 

You stand and slide between the desk and his legs. His thighs are big, and your own press to the top of the desk from the lack of space. You put a hand on his arm curiously. 

"Kiss me," he says. 

You lean in quickly and kiss him. A tentative thing where you're usually confident laying one on him. 

"What was that?" he asks. 

"A kiss?" 

"Kiss me properly," he says. He bracelets your elbow in a big hand, a soft touch to reassure you. "You've wanted to all day." 

You have the decency to pretend (albeit weakly) that he's wrong. "Whaaaat? Who told you that?" 

Miguel sighs and takes your face into his hands instead. He takes in your expression slowly, your eyes, your pupils like black dimes, lashes kissing in the outer corners as you look down to his mouth. You bite the inside of your lip and he loses it —Miguel tugs you against his chest and kisses you firmly, hand at the small of your back and pulling urgently upward in an attempt to bring you closer. 

He can feel the little line from your own biting on your lips as he presses against the seam of them, and he doesn't know what he's going to do with you besides kiss you: he won't let you chew on him, no matter how nice your mouth is. He'll just have to kiss you until you can cope. 

Or you could always bite him in other places. 

"Wait, wait, I can't breathe," you say, pulling away. 

Miguel works his fingertips under the back of your shirt, feeling the slope of bare skin there absentmindedly. "My bad. How's your compulsion?" 

"Wanna play vampires?" you ask. 

He laughs and leans away from you, a feigned disapproval. "Wanna play get a grip?" 

"Grip on your neck?" you ask. 

"How about I bite you? See how you like it." 

You pull your knee up, socked foot digging into his thigh as you lay your cheek on his collar, straining up every time you want to kiss his neck. You press sweet, chaste kisses into his skin, seemingly unbothered by the pretzel-like position you've twisted yourself into. 

"You act like I'm a chair."

"You told me," —kiss, kiss— "to sit here, Miguel, I don't know what you want from me." Third kiss, then a fourth. 

He tamps down goosebumps and gives up. "Can you chill out while I work?" 

"... I can keep kissing you?" 

"Do what you like. I need to finish this net." 

You lounge. Miguel struggles to keep it together, but at least you aren't biting your nails anymore. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed!! if you did and you have the time, please think about reblogging <3

[ryukzakiii]

insomnia

L’s been having a little more trouble than usual falling asleep lately. you have a feeling you know just how to help.

pairing: l lawliet x reader

warnings: none! just sweet (oblivious) L

L didn’t normally get much sleep, but he was going on four days straight now. he was growing more and more delirious by the minute and the words on the page in front of him jumbled in his view. he needed to sleep. in his defence he did try, to no avail of course. at this point he’d given up, figuring if he was going to be awake anyways he might as well get some work done.

when you’d come into the room, eyes half-closed and dragging your feet on the floor, you’d nearly scared him out of his skin.

“L, what’s the matter?” you’d asked him sleepily, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and walking over to see what he was looking at.

“oh, i was just going over some things for the case again, seeing if there’s anything i might’ve missed.” he held up a piece of paper to you, “you can never be too thorough you know.”

“yeah… just, do you know what time it is? you need to get at least a couple hours a night, i told you your concentration will waver if you don’t.”

“i tried, but no luck.” he smiled at you, “not to worry, i feel more awake than ever. i was thinking about revisiting my research into ray pember’s suspects again, see if anybody else seems to fit the kira bill.”

the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy, his skin paler than usual and much more deprived of life, it would’ve been obvious to anybody that he hadn’t been sleeping. he was looking at you with wide eyes, trying to seem awake to hide the fact that they were dry and reddening with fatigue.

“i’ll stay with you then. if you’re gonna be up you should at least have company, right?”

“you don’t have to do that, please, go back to bed.” he sat up a little in his chair, hands falling from his knees, “i’ll be up regardless but there’s no need to deprive you of sleep in the process.”

“nonsense! i can do both, as long as you don’t mind sharing your seat.”

he looked at you, puzzled, “my seat? why?”

instead of answering him, you gently moved his arm out of the way for you to crawl over him, seating yourself on his lap in between his chest and his bent legs, “figured this would probably be the most comfortable for me to go back to sleep. ‘s this okay?”

“oh, well yes i suppose i can work around you if you’re lying down. are you sure you’ll be able to get comfortable?”

“don’t worry about me.” you laid your head down on his shoulder, nose pressed against his neck as your arms wrapped around his torso, “you just get back to whatever you were doing, i’ll be fine.”

at first, he sat quietly reading over the files he had spread out in front of him, blinking his eyes profusely to try and rid them of the tired blur they’d donned. soon he could feel your thumbs gently rubbing either side of his back, trying to coax him to sleep, begging him to put the papers down and shut his eyes. he did feel himself growing much more comfortable in his chair, and because he had to make room for you to fit he had lost the last bit of concentration he was clinging onto.

the slow rhythm of your breaths pressed against his chest were like a lullaby, his arms starting to grow heavier at his sides as he dropped the paper to the table, “what are you doing?”

you hummed in response, pushing him back into the chair with your head and trying not to giggle at the small huff that escaped him, “trying to help. is it working?”

he sighed, “if you mean your attempts at trying to make me feel tired, then yes.” his arms came up to wrap tightly around your upper back, elbows resting against his knees to not let his arms slip down, “i’d like you to sleep here for the rest of the night please.”

“don’t worry, i wasn’t planning on leaving.”

his chin came down to rest on top of your head, eyelids finally falling shut as a heavy breath of air fanned over you. he hadn’t felt so tired in years, so easily swept away by sleep. he could feel your heartbeat against his own, falling into a similar rhythm as they both slowed to a peaceful pace. he figured he could probably fall asleep whenever he wanted to if you came to his aid, and though his inexperienced mind didn’t yet know what exactly the reason was that you had this affect on him, he did know it most definitely wouldn’t be the last time it happened.

as he began to slip into his much needed slumber, you could hear him mutter,

“thank you.”

[r3dcam3llias]

How to Download Our Life: Beginnings and Always Mods

(a step-by-step guide!)

If you've ever wanted to download extra content for OLBA but were unsure how or where to even start, this post will hopefully explain everything you need to know!

What you will need:

Our Life: Beginnings and Always

RPA extractor

Latest version of Python

RPA repack tool

1. Finding mods.

As far as I'm aware, there are very few people who make OLBA mods, but if you do happen to come across someone who makes mods/script edits and would like to download them, you'll likely end up with files with the end extension ".rpy" or ".rpyc" Because the software used to make OLBA is Ren'py, these are ren'py script files that basically contain the script that runs the mod and official script files. (Note: Some mods that don't just simply add onto/edit/add more scenes may also include other important resource files (images, sounds etc...) and might be formatted in a ".zip" file. I'll cover how to unzip and use those as well.)

2. Find your game files.

First of all, before you do anything with your .zip or .rpy/.rpyc file(s) you're going to need to find your copy of your OLBA game's files. For Steam, you should be able to open the Steam app on your computer, navigate to your library, right-click your copy of OLBA, select "properties", navigate to the "Installed Files" tab, and click the "Browse" button.

For a direct download of the game such as from Itch.io, you should just be able to navigate to wherever you downloaded your game and find the same results. You should see your game files now like the picture below.

3. Finding/extracting the RPA file.

Now, you are going to want to navigate to the "game" folder inside the OLBA folder. Here you should find these files:

(Note: depending on whether you have the DLC or not, you may or may not have the DLC files. I do not have the Baxter or Derek DLC so I don't have those files here.) These files are basically all the .rpy/rpyc files, along with images, sounds and all other resources for the game, compressed into single files. So, in order to add our modded files, we will need to extract whichever RPA file pertains to the mod. For example, archive.rpa contains all the scripts, etc from the main game. The rest should just be DLC, so if you have a mod that only affects the main game, you will only need to extract that file. The same works if it is a mod that only affects a DLC; you will only need to extract that respective DLC file.

To do this, you can either download this RPA extractor or find your own and follow its steps. For this tutorial, we will be following the steps of the RPA extractor provided. Once you have downloaded the RPA extractor, drag the .RPA file you want to extract out of the OLBA folder, into a new folder, then drag and drop it onto the RPA extractor icon (shown below)

This should open a new Command window where the .rpa file will be extracted. You should end with something like this:

(for this example I extracted the step 3 DLC RPA file)

Now you should have a new folder containing all the .rpy and resource files you need.

4. What to do with modded .rpy/.rpyc and/or .zip files?

If the mod you downloaded just came with the files not zipped, you can skip this first part. Otherwise, you will need to unzip this zipped folder. To do this, you can either just right-click the zipped file and click "Extract All" and "Extract" when a new window pops up.

Alternatively, you can use a program such as 7-zip, which may help extract speeds for large files. Now, you should have, or already have your modded .rpa files on hand (finally!) Normally, if these files are editing preexisting material from the game or adding new scenes, at least one file, if not all of them will have the SAME EXACT file name as an already existing file. In this case, BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING go into the folder(s) you got earlier by extracting the .rpa file(s) and look for the file(s) with the same name(s) as your modded .rpy/.rpyc file(s) and either make a copy or move them somewhere safe in case something is wrong with your modded files/you no longer want the modded files, you can put the original files back in. Once you have done this, you are going to drag the modded files directly into the folder(s) you got earlier by extracting the .rpa file(s). MAKE SURE YOU PUT THEM IN THE CORRECT FOLDERS AND EITHER OVERWRITE THE ORIGINAL FILES OR MAKE SURE THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED.

If there are any other files, such as sounds or images or .rpy/rpyc files, feel free to just make another folder to put these in.

5. Repacking the RPA file.

Now these next steps can get really complicated, so I'll break them down into smaller steps. 1.) Download the RPA repack tool (make sure to unzip it) and the latest version of Python if you haven't already.

2.) Inside the unzipped "rpa-master" folder you'll find another folder of the same name. Inside this folder all you need is the "rpatool" file. Take this file and move it into a new folder completely outside of the "rpa-master" folder, name this folder whatever you want, it doesn't matter. (EXAMPLE BELOW)

3.) Now take the folder(s) you got from extracting the .rpa file earlier or created and put them in this new folder. (EXAMPLE BELOW)

4.) Type "cmd" into the path while in the folder with both of these.

5.) Now, a command prompt window should pop up, type in this:

 py rpatool -c

followed by the name of the .rpa file you want to make and the name of the folder(s) you are repacking separated by a space for each. (EXAMPLE BELOW)

6.) Depending on the size of your file it might take some time, but once you see the .rpa file appear in the folder, you're all done! It should look something like this:

Now, all that's left to do is put that .rpa file into the game folder with the rest of the .rpa files !! After that you can test it out and your mods should now work!

As always if you have any questions or need help doing this yourself, feel free to contact me or submit an ask!

[xiii-e]

XIII▸ Well. I suppose I should introduce myself.

XIII▸ Hello, to all those I haven't met- which, will be most of you realistically. I'm Project XIII-E, otherwise refered to as Thirteen-E. Just Thirteen works too. After certain recent... events shall we say, a representative of the Union DoJ/HR insisted that I be given the oppertunity to meet with people outside of Harrison Purview while discussions regarding my status are underway, since things are dragging out somewhat.

XIII▸ So... this omninet account was created, with the assistance of Helios-8 [◂▸Hi folks o/ ] a fellow Project who understands all of this better than I do. He's volunteered to be my minder while I'm figuring all this out. For now, I suppose- more about me? What's important... I'm a trained field medic and basic mechanic, intended to opperate as a mobile assistance personnel wherever the fight is thickest. I can patch you, or your mech up from most things. I'm a Lancaster pilot; not the most common thing in the legion I know, but IPS-N knew what they were doing with the old lannies. I've made some alterations. M1 Leatherback is my pride and joy. I'm registered under the callsign Cicatrice, but my name is preferable. It's easier to say, and to spell.

XIII▸ Oh the uh- the Project thing. That might take a while to explain. I'll... I'll summarise it later. [ADDENDUM: summary_attached] That's all I can think of, from the top of my head. I'll do my best to aclimatise to any cultural differences outside of Harrison space during my time here. Please feel free to ask me questions, about myself or my stated expertise. It might be nice to make some more lasting connections, outside of deployment.

XIII▸ Signing off for now. I look forward to meeting you.

// loading echo.exe ... //... //... // now running echo.exe

◂▸ alrightyy, Turtie's got themself introduced, now it's my turn. howdy folks: My name is Helios-8, but I accept Lio if flashclone naming conventions turn your stomach. That's what me and Turtie are, by the way. Project-produced HA sanctioned flashclones. Being able to say that openly is why I run this nifty piece of software that keeps things below the line for any HA techs who might get on our case about legal distinctions, treaties, terms of service etc. Legally, we didn't say any of this shit.

◂▸I'm on a seperate datapad, I get my own that I can tinker with since I'm defined as an employed citizen in the tech sector, whereas Turtie's... well, it's complicated. Suffice to say they're not that. I'll explain in time. Important thing is, anything they want to say that might get them in trouble, they'll run through my interface and protective software. You want to see what either of us don't want HA seeing, we'll throw it into the void under the cloak of ECHO here. Something between insurance in case this all goes tits up, and a sort of controlled exposure therapy so Turtie can learn how to speak their mind.

◂▸I think it's important they get a break from the bullshit the Projects put us through, hence why I put myself forward to be their handler between deployments. My project line wasn't anything like Unlucky Thirteen, but- ehhh, that's a story better saved for the big expo. Sorry for being cryptic about shit. It'll come to light in its own time. This was meant to be an introduction but, I think you'll find out what you need to if you get talking to us.

Or don't; we'll be treating this thing like a diary anyways, and when ECHO's feeling up to big files I'll drop some of the more interesting pieces of history I have squirreled away too >:]c But, your eyes are enough. You saw us. You know we were here, and we were real, and that we were people too.

I'll try and keep things organised: ECHO should automatically tag anything she's cloaked with echo.exe if you're looking for our back and forth, and I'll file any large files, exposes etc that may or may not actually come from me under turtleshell.dox ; for incoming chatter, just check out You've Got Mail

◂▸anyway, cheers for reading. see you round the net -Helios-8

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// ooc: hiii this is @mossydice / @mossylocks depending on where you may know me- and this blog is a bit of an experiment!! I'm pretty shy overall so how much actual rping I manage to do is Very up in the air, but at the very least this'll serve as a fun in character blog for me to exposit about my scrungly Thirteen-E; I won't get to play them for probably another year or so yet, so this is a fun way to explore their character and some of the lore specific to them that I've come up with in the mean time!! ^-^ I look forward to doing more ic writing!! If you want to talk about anything, ask any clarifying questions etc please feel absolutely free to pop into my dms \o/

IMPORTANTLY: Thirteen-E's whole deal can get a bit gritty in places, so I'll be trying to include cw's where I think they might be revelent. However this whole blog is going to play heavy into dehumanisaiton and the comodification of human bodies if the flashclone premise didn't make that obvious, so if these are topics you'd rather not read about at length in your fiction, no hard feelings!! thanks for stopping by o7

[magickalsapphic]

Evernote to Notion Tutorial!

As an avid Notion user whose first love was Evernote, I was also very upset at the sudden high charge and limit of Evernote to 50 free notes... I already had 565 notes in there, and was a fan of the simplistic yet useful mechanism for taking notes with a click, organizing them in notebooks, and being able to use tags, archived files, etc.

So I have taken it upon myself to recreate the mechanism as closely as possible.

This is my final result: easy to make into your own!

Template link, though I suggest looking over this tutorial most of all:)

I also have to say, I love how it is relatively great for the mobile option as well! Especially with my gallery views and button for new notes.

**I recommend using a computer/laptop for this!

Step 1: Importing all your notes

- Instructions directly quoted from the Notion website:

You can import all of your Evernote data into Notion in one go, and retain its organization.

From the import window, choose Evernote

Sign into your Evernote account.

Authorize Evernote to connect to Notion.

Once your Evernote account is linked, check the boxes next to the notebooks you'd like to move and click Import

Your Evernote notebooks will appear as pages in Notion's sidebar. Inside, you'll find your notes as items in a list database.

Each note can be dragged and dropped anywhere else within Notion

Step 2: Move notebooks into ONE database

Let all your notebooks load correctly -- I personally checked the amount of notes each notebook had to match the ones in Evernote. The notebooks will go into the Notion pages on the sidebar like the picture, and each page will automatically add the notes into a NEW DATABASE table, which tells the amount of notes at the bottom.

Create a new blank page: this will be your EVERNOTE HOME layout

Inside this page, create a New Database (preferably in Table form)

This will be the MAIN DATABASE

In this database, click ...

Then click + Add a new property and click Select.

I named the property "notebook". Then include in the options all the different notebooks you had in Evernote! Here is my specific example:

4. Add ALL the notes to the new database

Each "notebook" is automatically a separate database, we don't want that!

With tedious work, copy all the notes from the first notebook into the new database

Go into the first "notebook" (on the sidebar, just imported from Evernote) and press CTRL-A or Command-A to select all the notes. Then copy them with CTRL-V or Command-V.

Then go into your EVERNOTE HOME LAYOUT

Paste the notes into your MAIN DATABASE

Make sure the notes are inside the database, they will be part of the MAIN DATABASE table!

WARNING!!! BEFORE PASTING THE OTHER NOTEBOOKS' NOTES:

After pasting the First Notebook notes on the MAIN DATABASE, put the correct notebook property in each one!

I could not find a better way to do this than selecting a Single Note > Click on the "Notebook" property > Select the preferred notebook ("plot/story ideas") > click away > click back on the square until it is selected (the whole square turns blue) > then copy it (CTRL-C or Command-C) > then select the rest of the notes in that property column (like in picture 3) - and pasting the property to all of them at once.

(select property + CTRL-C or Command-C)

(select the rest of the notes - for ease, click on one, then press SHIFT and arrow down!)

(Paste the property to the rest of the notes all at once)

-- Thank you @ myself for complicating a very simple procedure --

Continuing:

5. Next - copy and paste the notes of each note book into the MAIN DATABASE, each time making sure you add the "notebook" property as said in Step 4.

For ease: I found it helpful to sort the notes (... > Sort > Updated > Descending)

When this is done, you should have all your notes into a single database (MAIN DATABASE), organized by notebooks.

Make the Evernote Home Layout - 2 options

*If you're new to Notion, you will slowly get the hang of databases, don't worry. I am making this as detailed as possible:)

Option 1: Use my free template!

Please let me know if you have any problems accessing it.

Option 2: Follow my instructions and make your layout your own

You can follow my steps as I create my preferred layout, and change things around (magic of notion) to make this into your own.

I prefer to make my page Full Width, Small text, and change the font (upper right corner: ...)

With the space bar I give some space to the whole ordeal.

Now, what exactly am I saving from a normal Evernote Home Page?

Recent notes

Scratch pad

(Would be so very easy to get a pinned note, and recently captured as well, though I don't do this in this tutorial)

Notebooks Gallery Tutorial

Press anywhere on the page > Click + > Scroll and Click on Gallery View > Click New Database

It should look like this

This here is a new database that we will call "Notebooks Database"

Each page shown there can be each notebook, and if you don't wish to show it in Gallery view, and instead have a simple list, you can!

For that Press ... > Layout > List

I will continue showing how to make the Gallery View like my own layout however:)

You can customize each page by clicking on it, changing the name (to each notebook you have), adding a cover and icon, however you wish.

Notion Tip: Instead of having to download images, you can Copy Image Link to almost any GIF of image on Google, Pinterest, etc, and then pasting the link!

Make sure you select "Page Cover" to be shown for your Notebooks Database Gallery View!

... > Layout > Gallery > Card Preview > Page Cover

My final result:

Notion Tip: To hide the name of "Notebooks Database", click the three dots ... next to it and click Hide Database Title

2. Recent Notes Gallery Tutorial:

To explain how to add the RECENT notes view I will make a video:

This is exactly what I do:

Make space after the title > Move a Block next to another Block to create 2 columns > Drag the Notebooks Database Gallery to Column 1

In column 2: Add a New Gallery View > Choose Main Database > Add whatever Properties you would like shown > Sort > By Created Time/ Updated Time (depending on preference)

For this one, make sure you put "Page Content" to be shown

... > Layout > Gallery > Card Preview > Page Content

3. New Note Shortcut Button Tutorial

To add a button so you can quickly add a new note like in Evernote, do the following (shown in the video below)

Click anywhere > + > Button > Add page > (Add page to) "MAIN DATABASE" > (Delete the name property) > + Add another step > Open Page > Select Page > New Page Added

Explore all the other features of this new button!

4. Finally, customize each Notebook Page:

Click on each Notebook page > Add a Gallery/List/Table view > Filter > Choose selected notebook tag > Sort > Updated time > Descendant

(video/gif tutorial shows how i personalized mine, I still have more stuff I want to add but those are the basics!)

BONUS: Add a Scratch Pad

Click anywhere > + > Add a Toggle List > ::: > Customize color

OR

Click anywhere > + > Add Callout > Customize color and Icon

Thank you for following this tutorial and I hope it was helpful and less daunting for new Notion users after the Evernote downfall:) Please send any questions, feel free to add your own ways to make things easier and other tips and hacks you may have!

[paper-mario-wiki]

I understand that the way you’re playing fallout 4 is very specifically geared to yourself, as it should be. But the way you’re talking about this playthrough is convincing me I should give it a try! Do you have a mod list for this kinda immersive role playing?

straight up i have forgotten most of the mods i installed. theres like 50 and they all change the game in subtle ways so i dont know which ones i like and which ones i dont.

if you're playing fallout 4 for the first time, i'd just go in blind and play the vanilla game! i think the reason im able to stay in roleplay mode so well is because i already know the commonwealth from my first 2 playthroughs of the game from years ago.

otherwise, if you HAVE played Fallout 4 before, think about small things that bugged you, or aspects of the game that you enjoyed and wanted to be more expansive. and then look for a mod that does that! chances are it exists. this game has a GINORMOUS modding community, and most problems ive been able to solve just by googling!

barebones stuff is like. Fallout 4 Unofficial Patch, F4SE, Buffout 4 which are very baseline mods that

1) Stabilize the game a bunch

2) Make the game able to talk way nicer to mods

I use Vortex, a mod manager by NexusMods, which is extremely handy as it allows you to toggle mods on and off without needing to go in and manually place and rename a bunch of files. It also doesn't JUST work with Nexus mods, you can also manually drag/drop ZIP files containing mods and it'll install and allow you to toggle them exactly the same.

and uhhh after that, maybe some lighting mods? really, it's however you want the game to be better.

ive been adding as i play!

[stripa]

Daan and Karin Romance Mod Alpha 1 (daarin_mod v0.1)

HUH??? SO THE DAARIN IS FINALLY REAL???

uh, yeah. apparently.

This is pretty bare bones, but I was proud enough to release it, in case some of you guys want to go through all the dialogue I made. Took me a while, there are many different options to chat with Daan :)

I feel like I am pretty satisfied with PRHVL Bop. I may add some touch-ups here and there, but It's pretty much done.

Beware, you can still compliment Daan's hair as any character, but only Karin will be able to start a conversation with him, almost as If he's only interested in her! :O

I spiced it up by including some lore about her! I plan to expand the lore of both characters since like with Marina, Levi and O'saa, I feel they are the characters that have most depth, and It would be awesome to add even more to them. Source for the lore is the "Trivia" section in the wiki: https://fearandhunger.wiki.gg/wiki/Karin

(I'll probably change this dialogue to include the fact it's oversized, could get some cool dialogue out of that.)

So yeah, enjoy Daarin gang, as I deploy this Holy Friday's gift upon you. Next week school starts again, so expect mod development to reaaaally slow down. I need to focus on my studies. Sorry. At least you have this.

DOWNLOADS:

They are both the same file. Just decided It would be wise to have two links in case one goes down. Media preservation!

Installation is explained on the readme text file. Just drag and drop onto the root folder of Funger 2 basically.

I recommend 7zip to unzip the file, but I think WinRAR should work as well.

By the way, I have a YouTube channel, yesterday I uploaded a video of me killing Centaur with only Karin and Daan! Check it out here:

Take care, and thanks for the support! If you notice corny/unbelievable dialogue, let me know here so I may make it more appropriate.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

To seek freedom

ectoberhaunt2023 day 10- occultism TW- mind control summary- The Justice League is trying everything they can to free Danny.

ao3 ectoberhaunt2023 masterlist Part 2 of ITR

The Red is like a river. Sometimes it is gentle, lulling; other times it is rushes by underwater currents dragging him under to drown.

Sometimes it feels like there is someone on the shore shouting at him, but then the water fills his ears and his head dips under its currents.

Only faint echoes breach the Red around his mind. Feeling, thoughts, sometimes pain it all becomes muddled and if Danny spends too long trying to puzzle it out the Red becomes violent pulling him under to drown.

It’s best to let him lull him to sleep. To be a memory in his own body. It’s safer that way

It had been two weeks and the Justice League was finding out that they are unprepared to face down whatever Danny was. The cultist had claimed he was a ghost, but Danny’s medical file showed he had the signs of a living human. Of course, there was always the possibility that it was faked. But Deadman, the ghost who worked for the JLD, was invisible and intangible. Danny wasn’t.

When Batman had questioned Constantine the man had shrugged and said all he knew was that Danny came from a long line of occultists and that he wasn’t supposed to be this powerful.

Did the artifact give him the power? But if so, why didn’t the occultist use it on himself?

Batman went over his file again and had to clench his teeth at the lack of information. He’d have to give the JLD another presentation about proper background checks.

Name: Daniel Nightingale

Family: UnknownPrevious employment: Nasty Burger cashier

Magical ability: can sense spirits and magical artifacts, can see some mid-level spirits

Batman frowned.

He’d already tried looking into what Danny could have meant by ‘Manson.’ But there were no conclusive answers on that front either. It was most likely a person, but it could also be a place or an object.

He’d already looked up the name Manson and there were a lot of results. And without more information on Danny it was impossible to tell if he had any connection with any of them. And when Bruce searched for any mention of Danny in the information he’d compiled about the most likely Manson he also came up blank.

He was about to run the search again, or at least try and narrow down the list of options when his communicator rang.

Danny had been spotted robbing a bank.

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Batman, Superman, Flash and Green Lantern made it first with Constaninte saying he was on his way.

Bruce arrived just in time to see Superman crash onto the street. Danny floated above the street, his eyes glowing red. His clothes were ragged and his face was gaunt.

It was obvious the cultist hadn’t allowed him to eat or rest. If they didn’t capture him soon, Danny might die.

At least he had proven himself resilient in past fights, taking hits that would have knocked Superman down.

“Green Lantern” Bruce spoke into his comm, “distract him until you can get him cornered, then Superman, I need you to try and knock him out.” According to their past interactions, Danny struggled to go intangible through Hal’s constructs but it should hold him for a while. If they could distract him long enough then knock him out, they might be able to end this quickly without hurting Danny too much.

They all gave confirmation and Hal flew up and swung a giant bat at Danny who ducked down. This continued as Hal attacked with several different constructs.

Hal had just made contact and trapped Danny in a cage. Danny had started to try to push through when Hall suddenly dropped it and Superman rushed forward and landed a punch that slammed Danny into the ground.

They had almost reached him when Danny’s eyes opened and for a moment they were blue before they flickered back to red. Bruce threw a tracker in his direction, but Danny went intangible and sunk through the ground.

[highqueenofelfhame]

rowaelin // 5.4k words // masterlist

If there was anything that Aelin loved in the world, it was sweets. Evidently it was so profound that Rowan had already picked up on it in the few weeks they had been talking. From late morning into the early hours of the afternoon, he’d taken her around downtown Varese and showed her all of his favorite spots. 

Just like he knew her affinity for all things sugar related, Aelin knew that he didn’t like to indulge in heaven on earth. When he led her into four different bakeries and sweet shops it was the best kind of surprise. He may not eat them himself, but he had clearly thought about her sweet tooth when mentally mapping out their day together. 

By the time he drove her back to her apartment, not only did she have bags full of decorations to add to her new home, but several boxes of various sizes filled with everything from cake slices to truffles. There was a specialty candy shop where she had bought three pounds of candy for her desk at work, all of them a rainbow of colors and flavors wrapped in crystal clear paper. The boxes of chocolates would be placed into her fridge to avoid any melting. She would pick through those one by one and add her absolute favorites to a note in her phone for future purchases.

Saying goodbye was bittersweet, the way the dark chocolate truffles had been as they melted to nothing in her mouth. Rowan had to be awake early the next day and she had a thick file folder she needed to sift through to finish finalizing a presentation. Despite how badly neither of them wanted it to be over, the short window of time they had was closing. 

While they both hoped to reunite the following weekend there was a solid chance of it not happening. Rowan had to go out of town Friday night and wouldn’t be back until Sunday morning. He offered to make the drive for the afternoon anyway, but it felt silly. With travel came exhaustion, and even though Aelin had no qualms about staying curled up on a couch with him, it just didn’t make sense. 

Still, they hoped, and spent a little too-long leaning against her apartment building and sharing kisses between Rowan saying, “I should go.”

“So go then,” she whispered back against his lips, her own parting to tug on his bottom lip.

“You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that, love.” When he called her that, it did anything but make her want to stop. It sent embers sparking through her blood, flames licking up her thighs and between her legs. The feel of his hands against the sensitive skin of her neck, fingertips dancing over her jaw and sliding into her hair had her feeling like a teenager all over again.

“What if you came upstairs just for a few minutes?” There was no harm in that, right? He could help her carry her things upstairs then leave. Probably. 

“I think we both know that minutes would very quickly turn into hours, and hours would turn into us both falling asleep in your bed.” His words said one thing: that they shouldn’t. The husky, rough tone of his voice, however… That was saying something else. 

“I’m not tired,” she murmured, allowing his fingers to angle her head ever so slightly. Rowan’s lips dragged hot kisses along her jaw and neck, pausing to nip just over her pulse point. Involuntarily, she dropped the bag of sweets she held in her right hand and yanked him closer by the pocket of his jeans. The evidence of his wanting was pressed against her stomach and she moaned. Devilish lips tipped into a grin against her collarbone at the sound. Why did everything he did have to feel so fucking good?

“You would be by the time I was finished with you. I would have you exhausted past the point of being able to say anything but my name.”

“Who the fuck ever told you that you weren’t good at talking to women?” It came out more breathless than she intended it to, and he chuckled darkly against her neck as he made a path with his lips right back to hers. One more searing kiss and he finally pulled away, thumbs making circles over the line of her jaw. A whimper slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it and Rowan kissed her again. Like he couldn’t help it. Like he wanted to do anything but leave. 

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised with one last peck to the corner of her mouth. It took every ounce of self restraint to let him pull away, taking his body heat with him. Despite the balmy air she felt cold. 

Hoping to the gods that none of her chocolates had received too much damage from their short fall to the concrete, Aelin gathered the bags and watched as Rowan got into his car. A single dimple popped in his left cheek as he threw her a final grin over his shoulder. 

He might have said she would kill him, but it was going to be the opposite. She just knew it. 

~*~

“That’s the worst news,” Aelin grumbled, face morphing into a frown on his phone screen. Her voice filtered through the ear buds he wore while walking toward one of the SUV’s that would charter him and his teammates to the stadium. This weekend he played the Devils in the Wastes. 

“I’m not thrilled about it either.” And he wasn’t. They were going on another two week stretch of not being able to see each other, and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t make this weekend work. 

“You really don’t want me to drive down there?” It had been an on-and-off topic of discussion the last few days. Both of them heavily considered it. When it came down to it, it just didn’t make sense. If she did, his flight didn’t get in until Sunday evening. Rowan knew he would be wiped out from the match tonight, and she would be driving two hours to just sleep beside him. Monday morning she had to be at work at 9:30 at the latest, and it just wasn’t worth it to him.

Not that she wasn’t worth it– she was. The cost of those several hours of drive time paired with how tired she would be the next morning because of the commute? That was the part that he couldn’t justify. Once her physical health came into play, he was out. It would be another long week without seeing her, but he would suffer through it if it meant she was well rested and could function normally at work. 

“Of course I want you to, love,” he told her, voice dropping in volume to avoid any of his friends from overhearing. He would never hear the end of it if they did, especially if they got wind of how desperately he wanted to kiss her frown into a smile. It was impossible to do that through a facetime call, but the desire still crested in his chest.  Since when was Rowan Whitethorn such a ball of mush? “But you need to rest.”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Besides, the two times we’ve slept together has been some of the best sleep I’ve ever had.” She sunk lower into her pillows, fighting back a yawn. There was a five hour time difference and it was already almost midnight back in Varese.

Rowan took a moment when he got to the car to toss his bag in the back before climbing in. Fenrys slid in next to him, immediately sticking his nose into business where it didn’t belong.

“Is that her?” Fen’s voice must have been picked up easily by the microphone because Aelin’s eyebrows lifted in curiosity. One look in the pup’s direction had him retreating out of Rowan’s bubble with hands up defensively. 

“Tell whoever that was I said hello,” she crooned, knowing by the look on Rowan’s face that he definitely wouldn’t be delivering that message. Another smile broke across her face. Gods above, she was beautiful. 

“Absolutely not. He’ll never leave me alone.”

“Is she talking to me?” Fenrys leaned over again, the top of his golden curls entering the frame of the phone, nearly blocking out Rowan’s entire face. “How the hell did Rowan manage to get a woman as pretty as you? I’m curious.” 

Fenrys wasn’t entirely wrong. How he had someone so blindingly beautiful to call at the end of the day was beyond him. All golden light, soft curves, and sharp wit, she was exactly the kind of woman he’d imagined himself being with. Sometimes he felt out of his mind insane when he thought about how quickly his feelings were growing for her. Like he was in the middle of the ocean, no life raft in sight. But he would gladly drown in it, in her.

Aelin’s laughter pulled him from his thoughts. Fenrys retreated out of frame when Rowan pinched his side sharply, the golden haired man hissing while swatting at Rowan’s hand. The girl that consumed his every thought was still smiling when he scooted over until he was flush against the door. Rowan tilted his phone screen so she could only see his face. “He’s a lot.”

“Is that your assistant couch?” 

“He– yeah. Yeah he’s my assistant.” Next to him, Fen snorted and shook his head but mercifully said nothing. Great. Now he had to deal with that can of worms. 

“I’ll let you go. Drive safe, text me all about the win, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” The win of his high school students. Fighting off a wince, Rowan promised he would before hanging up and stuffing his phone into the pockets of his sweats. The team logo burned against his thigh for the first time in his life. It wasn’t a big deal, doubted she would even care, but the longer he kept the secret the worse it would be when he finally came clean.

“Your assistant couch, aye? She still thinks you coach a high school team?” 

“I don’t want to hear it, Fenrys,” Rowan warned, voice low and promising pain if he pushed too hard. 

“You need to tell her. If you’re not worried–”

“I’m not worried and I don’t want to talk about it.” There was a finality to his tone that prompted Fenrys to nope right on out of that conversation. 

Truthfully, the only person he felt like he could talk it through with was Lorcan. But the towering brute in question was being so cagey about Aelin’s intentions that it wasn’t exactly on the table at the moment. Rowan understood his hesitancy, but they’d barely spoken of the sport. He knew she didn’t know who he was. That she wasn’t trying to wring money out of him the way… 

Rowan shook his head, locking those thoughts in an iron cage in the back of his mind. He would not go there. Not with her.

~*~ 

“How are things going?” Evalin Ashryver Galathynius leaned toward the camera as though she were buckling up to hear all sorts of tea spilled. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low bun, not a single strand out of place. Her white t-shirt was plain, but Aelin was certain a blazer of some sort was hanging in the office somewhere.

“Really well, I think. The team is amazing so far, I haven’t had any issues. Nobody is pushing deadlines I set or anything like that.” Aelin picked through the dish on her desk, selecting a vibrant green candy that she quickly popped into her mouth. Evalin waited for the plastic paper to stop crinkling before she answered. 

“I didn’t have a single doubt about that. I meant your work life balance. You have a tendency to struggle with it. You always have.” Something about the way her mother spoke had Aelin narrowing her eyes. Evalin’s lips twitched in effort to hide a smile, her fingers fiddling with the pearls that hung from her throat.

“You talked to Aedion, didn’t you,” Aelin asked flatly, lips in a firm line to hide a smile of her own. Vultures, the lot of them. Always so eager to share any shred of gossip where her love life was concerned. 

“Well, I certainly wasn’t hearing it from you!”

“I didn’t even tell him about it!” Aelin cried, throwing her hands in the air as she slumped back into her chair. Still, she grinned. “Lysandra swore she would still keep my secrets after they started dating, but I clearly can’t trust her anymore.”

“Nonsense,” Evalin’s bejeweled hand swiped through the air in dismissal. “Tell me about this young man that you met.” 

A heavy sigh loosed from Aelin’s chest as she turned the candy over in her mouth, the flavor unusual while she thought about Rowan. Where did she even begin? There truly wasn’t even much to report on, and she said as much. “He works a lot, coaches a high school soccer team— oh don’t look at me like that.”

“You secretly love the sport, admit it.” Aelin’s eyes rolled. 

“I loved watching Aedion play, but since he’s out and I have no obligations—”

“Outside of being the daughter and granddaughter to two men that own two different teams,” Evalin interjected, and Aelin winced. Both of her eyes squeezed shut as she covered her face with her hands, her mother’s gasp enough to have her peeking through her fingers. 

“What the hell does he think your last name is?” There were few instances where Evalin cursed, and that this had been deemed appropriate told her it was a bit more major than she had been chalking it up to. 

“He… doesn’t? It hasn’t come up.”  It really hadn’t.  She didn’t know his last name, either. Aelin would get around to it. How often had it been an issue before? She frowned, knowing the answer without having to say it. Over and over men had sought her out as a way to get their way in with her father, hopeful for a lifelong career.  Besides, how do you slide that into a normal conversation anyway? By the way my family is worth billions and I myself am worth millions, please don’t date me for my money. 

“You know I’ve had too many instances of people weaseling their way in to get to Dad, or Papa, or our money.  Not that I think Rowan would, because I don’t. But it wasn’t a first date conversation, and the last few times we’ve been together I genuinely haven’t thought about it.” It was the truth. Aelin didn’t feel like the daughter of a family with more numbers attached to the bank account than she cared to count. She was just, blissfully, Aelin. The same girl she was on holidays, curled up on the couch under blankets with her family around. No public image, staggering bank account. Just her.

“Does he know you founded and run Fireheart?” Aelin peeled her lips back from her teeth in a silly smile that was more of a grimace. Even on the computer camera, she could make out the faint tinge of green that stained her lips. “Gods above, Aelin.” 

“He thinks I teach dance and piano at local studios.” Her words were mumbled and muffled by the hand she’d placed over her mouth. “Which isn’t a lie! I do teach dance and piano. Just not… currently while opening the new office.” 

When she said it out loud, it was so, so, so much worse. The blossoming relationship was already built on a lie. It wasn’t one that really affected anything, but it was still a lie. Even if it was just by omission. 

Evalin opened her mouth to speak, but Aelin opened hers first and let the candy fall from her tongue onto her desk. Instead of whatever she had been about to say, her mom snorted despite her brows knitting together with worry. 

“What?” Aelin asked, using a tissue to toss the candy into the bin beside her. 

“You look a little pale, my love. Are you feeling okay?”

“It’s probably the lighting in here,” she gestured toward the ceiling her mother couldn’t see. The sun had set a while ago, leaving the fluorescent lights to cast an unflattering light over her features through the camera. A mental note was made to do something about light fixtures in here before saying, “I should go. I have a few things to finish up before I head home.” 

“I want to hear more about this man, Aelin. I mean it.” 

“I’ll tell you everything as soon as there’s a development,” she swore, grabbing her water bottle to wash away the odd taste the candy left in her mouth. 

As soon as their goodbyes were said and the call was ended,  Aelin fished through the bowl,  plucked out every green piece within, and dumped them all in the trash. 

~*~

An intensely severe frown pulled her lips down as she sighed and shoved the bowl of pasta she made as far from her as she could manage. Something had smelled just a little wrong while she was cooking, but she managed to wave it off as the scents of dinner mingled with the air fresheners she had plugged into the wall. It appeared that a fridge clean out was in order because the pasta just tasted bad. Aelin wasn’t a chef by any means, but typically the meals she made were better than this. A sour and metallic taste lingered in her mouth despite her desperate attempts to wash it away with water, soda– anything. 

She hadn’t felt well all day. In fact, the golden blonde had appeared peaky enough that several of her staff members inquired about how she was feeling. Even though she didn’t want to, Aelin had ended up leaving for the day a mere three hours after arriving in the office, barely making it through a meeting with her entire staff. When she got home she parked herself on the couch after making a simple pasta with garlic and basil which clearly hadn’t worked out. Neither had dinner the night before — something about the chinese take-out made her violently gag and spit it back into the container. It was now in the trash, a graveyard for everything she’d tried to consume in the last twenty-four hours.

It was easy to decide against eating— she wasn’t really hungry. More than anything she was trying to eat because she needed to. Breakfast was commonly skipped and normally by noon her stomach was rioting to be filled. Now, however, she found herself sinking into the couch and tugging a blanket over her body for warmth. All she wanted to do was sleep. 

Less than five minutes later, a storm of nausea, fatigue, and dizziness overwhelmed her. Aelin’s mouth began to water, a sign that soon bile would be rising up the back of her throat. She stumbled through her apartment, knees slamming onto the tile of her bathroom floor just in time for her to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Tears heated her eyes, pricking at the corners as she hurled and hurled until there was nothing left.

As gross as it felt she rested her forehead against the edge of the seat, willing her stomach and breathing to calm. Chest still heaving in gags that produced nothing, she took several deep breaths through her nose and out through her mouth. It would help in the long run, surely, but the smell of toilet water clung to her nose so much that she could nearly taste it. Drool pooled in her mouth and she quickly spit into the porcelain bowl, wiping the remnants from her mouth with the collar of her shirt. 

 Hours seemed to pass before being able to muster the energy to rise on shaky limbs and head back toward her room. There were no thoughts but to slide between her sheets and pull the duvet over her head, the hope that sleep would cure all her problems.

The nap lasted for so long that when she woke, the sky was darkening. Shades of pink and orange and blue peered between clouds as the sun began to disappear below the horizon. Somehow she had managed to sleep the entire day without waking a single time. 

Aelin patted around the bed in search of her phone, remembering with a low groan that it was still in the living room. Though she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to provoke her weak stomach, she found it in herself to retrieve a bottle of water and her cell before returning to her bed. Steady and full deep breaths kept her from feeling she might be sick again as she typed out a message to Rowan, discarding her phone onto the pillow beside her as she turned on the tv for something to watch. 

Aelin didn’t even make it through the first episode before her body was lulled back into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

~*~ 

Hot water poured over his head, snakes down his body in rivets. Rowan would have been content to stand in the shower for the next few hours if it would ease the aches he felt all over his body.  

Lucky for him, tonight he would take a few extra minutes because they had played Varese tonight and the drive to Aelin’s apartment would be fifteen minutes instead of two hours. Though he had driven down with the team on a charter bus, Rowan would take an Uber to her apartment. Fenrys was going to drive down tomorrow. Sunday afternoon they would return to Doranelle for another week of grueling practice. 

Rowan shut off the water and wrung his hair out before wrapping a towel around his waist and heading to his locker. All around him his teammates shouted back and forth about the game, a few clapping him on his back when he passed. He had played particularly well tonight, leaving his soul out on the field like he did every week. His legs were sore enough to prove it. 

By the time he dressed, bid farewell to everyone, and made his way outside the Uber was waiting. In the safety of the backseat of the car he opened his phone to read the text he’d missed from Aelin during the game. 

I think I food poisoned myself. Entirely bed ridden. Save yourself and don’t come over tonight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. 

She followed it up with a heart emoji as if that would make him worry less. Like hell he wasn’t going to go make sure she was okay when he was so close. Even if he had been in Doranelle, or getting off an airplane, he would have driven to make sure she had everything she needed. 

Because of the late hour, nearly eleven at night, traffic was scarce and it was a short trip to her apartment. The contents of his overnight bag hit him in the shoulder repeatedly as he took the steps two at a time. It was irrational to be so worried when she said it was just food poisoning, but he knew of people that had made trips to the hospital over such a thing. Dehydration was a very strong risk if she wasn’t able to keep her fluids down. 

It bothered him just a little bit that he had to knock on the door and potentially wake her up, but the idea of her withering away alone was worse. With a firm knock, he bit the bullet and waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

Rowan knocked harder, unease making his stomach turn until he heard the soft padding of feet across wood floors. Moments later the door was cracked open, a pale and exhausted Aelin peering between the space she had created. It took her a before it registered it was him, and the frown that took up her entire face quickly turned to confusion.

“Hi, baby.”

“I texted you,” she rasped, pausing to clear her throat as she opened the door all the way for him. “Did you not get it?”

“I did, and you’re out of your mind if you really thought I would go back to Doranelle without at least checking on you.” Aelin laughed softly, barely letting him get the door closed before her arms were around his waist. She nuzzled her face against his chest and took a deep breath. Rowan carefully eased his bag to the floor before gathering her up in his arms and carrying her straight back to bed. A low whine escaped her lips when he pulled away, but he promised he would be back in just a minute. 

True to his word, he returned less than a minute later with a full water bottle in hand that he placed on her nightstand. Golden hair fell across her face as she sat up and took a tentative sip, then carefully lowered herself back onto the bed. Aelin was quick to snuggle up against him when he climbed in next to her. Kisses were pressed to her forehead, cheeks, nose, and a soft one to her lips while he brushed her hair out of her face.

“I’m glad you came,” she whispered, eyes already closed, her breathing evening out. 

“Me, too.” 

~*~

Aelin was, literally, sick and fucking tired. Though Rowan had taken amazing care of her, held her hair while she vomited the next day, and ensured she drank enough water to stay hydrated, the food poisoning seemed to linger over the course of the following week. Two days ago she had been feeling absolutely perfect and thought it was over, but the next afternoon half the office heard her throwing up. 

Most of the week she’d been locked away in her office, forcing herself to make it through each work day until it was time to go home. Every night she was getting a full night's sleep– gods, she was getting more sleep than she had in years. But she was just so wholly exhausted right down to her bones that she had little energy for anything else. 

By the time she managed to crawl up the stairs and fall into bed, she was almost asleep before her head even hit the pillow. Twice this week she had woken up in the same clothes she had worn the day before. It was so out of character for her, but she had been really sick, and it did seem to be sticking around. Whatever she caught, her body couldn’t shake. 

It was why she was working from home, her laptop open and papers scattered around her bed. If she was contagious, she wasn’t going to expose her employees more than she already had. Not only could she not have half the office out for a week, but she cared about them too much to risk it. 

On her lunch break she had just made a bowl of chicken noodle soup when her cell rang. She immediately answered, assuming it would be Rowan calling to check up on her. Multiple times a day he would call and ask a laundry list of questions. Her answers never changed between morning, afternoon, and night, but he still asked to satisfy the anxiety he had. It was sweet.

“Hey,” she chirped, determined to sound less miserable than she was.

“How are you doing, babe?” Not Rowan, but Lysandra. 

“Ugh,” she groaned, leaning back onto the pillows and fiddling with the lid of her water bottle. “I’ve been sick all week. It sucks.” 

“Weren’t you sick over the weekend, too?” 

“Mhm. I didn’t know food poisoning lasted for so godsdamn long, but here we are.” In a living nightmare, dying a slow, slow death. Stomach muscles she didn’t know existed ached, her arms and legs felt like limp noodles. The bruises on her knees from kneeling on hard floors all week were probably permanent. 

“That’s because it doesn’t,” Lysandra said, curiosity in her voice. “Are you still throwing up?” 

“Not all the time, but it’s a solid fifty-fifty when I try to eat anything. The rest of the time I’m asleep because I just can’t seem to–” Perfect with the comedic timing, a gigantic yawn interrupted her– “stay awake.”

“Just curious,” the second word was drawn out, the end of it sounding like a snake. “When were you supposed to get your period?”

 Aelin snorted. Hard. Even though Lysandra had posed the question as a joke more than anything else, Aelin still swiped down from the top of her screen to double check what day it was. It wasn’t a possibility– she was on birth control and they had used a condom. Yet when she saw the date, her eyes were glued to the white numbers on the screen. Her silence drew out a little too long. Lysandra said something, maybe her name, but it didn’t quite register. 

“Let me call you back,” she said, throwing the blankets off her legs and scrambling out of bed. The work papers went flying, drifting slowly back to the floor. Even her laptop had been flipped over in the chaos but that didn’t matter. Not with the rising panic in her gut working its way up her throat.

She didn’t even bother to change out of her pajamas before running out of her apartment, down the stairs, and around the corner to the drugstore. 

~*~

Less than half an hour later, Aelin was propping her phone up against the bathroom mirror. The toilet was out of frame, but she felt like she could deal with this whole situation better if Lysandra was with her. It was silly to be so worked up over it, but she was also late. While her period did have a tendency to give or take a few days, sometimes a week, it had never been this late. As much as she could try to chalk it up to a million different things, she wouldn’t know a moment of peace until she was throwing the negative pregnancy test in the trash. 

“It’s going to be okay.” Lysandra was sitting on the couch she shared with Aedion. Thankfully he was at work and couldn’t witness the first pregnancy scare Aelin had dealt with since college. 

She pulled multiple boxes of tests from the paper bag and laid them out. Through the camera, her eyes met Lysandra’s and she had to brace her arms on the counter to keep from falling over. Her legs felt like jello and the nausea was setting in. This time, though, she felt it had less to do with being sick and more to do with anxiety. 

“This is ridiculous,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. “We were careful. I haven’t missed even one day of my birth control. I’m probably late because of work stress.”

“But we have to make sure.” Lysandra’s voice was soft, gentle. Though she knew they would be joking about this as soon as the tests reflected a negative result, right now her best friend was cool, calm, and collected. Everything that Aelin wasn’t. 

With shaking hands she opened the first box, removing both tests from their wrappers. She moved out of frame, the porcelain cold against her skin. It was an effort to control the tremors of her fingers in order to get the little caps off, and then she was forcing all the urine out of her body and onto the wicks of those stupid pieces of plastic. 

“You got more pale,” Lys noted, frowning heavily as soon as Aelin stepped back into frame. 

“Yeah, well,” she mumbled in response, putting the two tests side by side on the counter. “I feel like my entire nervous system is trying to escape my body.”

“Three minutes from now we’ll be laughing this off. It’ll be a fun story to tell Rowan the next time you see him.” Despite herself, Aelin laughed softly but it was swiftly cut off when her eyes glanced down at the tests. 

It hadn’t even been a full minute yet, but a response was staring up at her clear as day. She picked both of them up as ice slid through her entire body. From her head to her toes, everything was cold. Whatever blood pumped through her body had fled, soaked straight to the floor and taken her stomach with it. The shaking in her hands was bad enough that when she turned them toward the camera, it took Lys a second to be able to read it. They made eye contact again, faces mirror images of the other: wide eyes, open mouths, pale skin.

“Holy fuck.”

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[alj4890]

A New Kind of Intimacy

(Trystan Thorne x F!MC) in a Choices Crimes of Passion drabble.

Here you go, @lexicook74-blog Sorry this request took so long. I have had several family emergencies pop up.

Rating: G

Masterlist

"Hey." Cameron wheezed on her way inside the main office.

"That didn't sound like your normal greeting, Detective." Trystan teased. "Rough night?"

"Kinda. I got caught in last night's storm and couldn't find a cab." She coughed.

Trystan's warm smile turned into a thin line.

"And just what were you doing last night out in the storm?"

Cameron missed the hard edge tinging his velvety voice.

"Luke called with some more info he was able to dig up on that Rothschild case. Seems Mrs. McNair likes to frequent a particular bar down on Water Street." She sniffled, then blew her nose.

She coughed some more then searched her pockets in vain for a cough drop.

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked, his tone growing more irritated the longer he observed her.

"It was late and more of a spur of the moment check. I got caught in the rain while searching for a taxi."

"You should have called me, even if it was to pick you up." He grumbled.

"And disturb your beauty sleep?" She teased. "I was fine. Remember, I was doing these types of things before I got stuck with you for a partner."

He frowned when she shivered and pulled her jacket closed.

It was a sunny day with a mild breeze blowing. It was nowhere near temperatures that could cause the type of shivers she seemed to be fighting.

Trystan reached over and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.

"You have a fever."

Cameron snorted. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not." He argued.

"I promise I am." She reached for the case file on her desk. "Now, I think we should--"

"MAFALDA!" Trystan yelled out.

Their boss stuck her head out of her office.

"What?" She asked, eyeing the two curiously.

"I'm taking Cameron home." He gripped his partner's arm and tugged her towards the exit. "She's sick."

"I'm well enough to work!" Cameron tried to wrench her arm free. "Let go and--'

"She has a fever and is coughing and sneezing all over the place." Trystan explained. "I'm sure you don't want to take any germs home to your daughters."

"You're right." Mafalda waved them off. "Keep that at home, Rose. Me and Luke can handle things while you're off."

"But I--" Cameron weakly protested.

"I'll keep you updated on her condition." Trystan interrupted.

He dragged Cameron to the elevator. Once the doors closed, she lit into him.

"What the hell was that?!" She coughed. "I was fine to sit at my desk and review the case."

"Yes, but I know you, Detective." He argued.

Trystan folded his arms and matched her glare with one of his own.

"That brilliant mind of yours would have noticed something in the file the rest of us missed and you'd have been determined to go investigate it."

"Because that's my job!" She croaked.

She winced with how sore her throat was.

"I know." He gentled his tone. "And you're wonderful at it. But you won't be of use to anyone if you work yourself into the hospital."

"It's a cold, Trystan, not a damn heart attack." She muttered.

"Your fevered state is going to make you weak." He pointed out. "What if your next lead puts you in danger?"

"That's why I have you there to watch my back." She grumbled.

"Which you didn't take advantage of last night." He reminded her

Cameron avoided his accusatory gaze.

"Fine. Just drop me off at the nearest pharmacy and I'll get some cold meds. After they kick in, I'll be good to go."

"No." Trystan hissed.

"Excuse me?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You heard me." He took her arm again once they stepped outside. "My car's over here."

She muttered about how pig-headed he was while getting into his car.

He merely smiled over her mumbled insults as he drove to his apartment.

"Why aren't you taking me home?" She demanded once she recognized where they were.

"Because I have all you need at my place along with the comforts I prefer for myself." Trystan replied.

"Are you saying my apartment isn't good enough for you?" Cameron griped.

"Not at all. Mine has one thing though that yours doesn't." He responded.

"And that is?" She sneezed three times in a row.

"There are no copies of case files anywhere." He parked then led her towards the elevators.

"Clever." She reluctantly smiled at him. "It's almost as if you know me."

"I do know you, Cameron." Trystan's tone softened to one of earnest affection. "I know how selflessly giving you are of your time and talents."

"Ugh." Her head dropped back in frustration. "Enough with the compliments, Prince Charming. I give up."

"Ah, but unlike my Drakovian brethren, I prefer to give compliments to those who deserve them. I also refuse to rub in my victory." Trystan winked at her. "Though this is a battle I knew I would win."

He opened the door of his apartment and swept her an elegant bow.

Cameron's amused snort turned into a wracking cough.

Trystan clucked his tongue in sympathy then guided her past his living room and on into his bedroom.

"Allow me." He helped her out of her jacket. "Your pajamas are right where you left them the other night."

Cameron went to the drawer he had made not too long ago just for her. She smiled softly to see the various clothes he insisted she keep there for whenever he got her to agree to spend the night.

After changing, she realized how exhausted she was from the fever she was fighting. Without any fuss, she got into his California king sized bed and snuggled under the covers.

Trystan appeared not too long after with a tray loaded with juice, cold meds, tissues, a leather bound book, and a cup of something steamy.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"Not really." She sat up against the bed pillows, eyeing the tray curiously.

"After you take some medicine," he handed her the mug filled with a strange yellowish brown liquid, "drink this."

"What is it?" Cameron wrinkled her nose at the thick liquid substance.

"An old Drakovian home remedy for colds." He nudged the mug up to her lips. "Trust me, it will make you feel better."

"Yeah, but what's in it?" She asked.

"Sorry love." He told her. "But only Drakovians are allowed to know that. If we shared it with outsiders, we'd be dragged to the gallows for such treason."

Cameron groaned when he merely smiled. She took a tentative sip, her eyebrows rising in surprise. There was a very strong taste of alcohol mixed in with what she thought might be chicken broth. Strangely enough, she thought she tasted a few other odd spices such as cinnamon. It sent her senses reeling yet wasn't as terrible as she first thought.

"Whoa! That was not what I expected it to taste like!"

Trystan chuckled as he settled on the bed next to her.

"It does quite a number on your nose and throat, making it the perfect remedy for a cold." He lifted the leather bound book and insisted she finish her mug so she could rest.

Cameron found herself obeying. It surprised her that she would readily do so. She couldn't recall minding anyone, not even her beloved father, when it came to taking it easy when she was hurt or sick. Something about her banished prince made the notion of being taken care of not so horrible.

"What's with the book?" She asked after setting her empty mug on the tray.

"Can't have my favorite detective bored and deciding to try and escape back to work." He explained. "So I have a collection of old Drakovian mystery stories to keep that workaholic brain of yours engaged."

Cameron couldn't help but smile. It amazed her how well he knew her after such a short amount of time. He made it feel like they'd been together for years rather than a month.

She curled up against his side and allowed his melodious voice to soothe her into a deep sleep.

Trystan's lips curved when he noticed her nod off during the third story. He marked the page, knowing she'd insist on hearing the rest once she awakened, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. He then tucked in the covers around her and quietly slipped out of the room.

Knowing Cameron was right where she needed to be and with the one she needed to be with, Trystan was able to relax and focus on making sure she was properly being taken care of.

[maria021015]

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 12 AHEAD!

She hated hiding things from Lydia, but this was something she had to do on her own and tonight was her best chance at it. She knew that Xander had originally been rostered to work at the station, but had since been reassigned to guarding the cemetery due to the recent ‘grave robbings’. It gave her the perfect excuse to show up at the station under the guise of dropping Xander’s dinner off, which would then allow her to sneak into his office, access his computer and locate the files from her parents’ case. At the moment, it was the only lead she had to work with. Maybe there would be something her brother had missed.

Her plan - for the most part - went without a hitch. She was able to get into the police station with just a box of rice and a sweet smile. The oblivious and kind officer at the front desk even directed her to Xander’s office. The blinds were already half drawn, obscuring her from the vision of the rest of the officers on duty at the station, which surprisingly wasn’t many. It seemed the Beacon County Sheriff’s Station was low-staffed with all the unsolved murders around town, but there was nothing new there. If anything, it worked in Zaida’s favour. She casually sat herself in Xander’s desk chair and shook the mouse to bring the screen to life. Luckily for her, Xander had used the same password for all his devices since before he graduated school, and Zaida had memorised it long ago. It was easy to log into his computer and navigate through the system to keyword search for her parents’ names. Multiple reports popped up immediately, including the initial police incident report, the coroner’s report and the final report closing the case. She opened each one up and read them through thoroughly, her blood running cold at the same repeated strange details. No point of entry or exit in the house was discovered. The injuries noted on the bodies were deep slashes caused by claws, in an unusual five-fingered pattern. The cause of death was ruled an animal attack. Five fingers. Xander had told her she’d remembered incorrectly. He promised her that he’d read the reports and it had noted four, as consistent with any other animal attack. He’d lied to her. Why had he lied to her?

Before she could dig any further, the blaring noise of the fire alarm pierced the silence, causing her to jump to her feet, nearly knocking Xander’s desk over in the process as her knees crashed against it on her way up and out of the office. She abandoned the desktop and hurried out into the hall only to see Stiles being dragged by an officer further down the corridor towards the holding cells.

“Stiles! What the hell?” she shouted over the ear-numbing alarm and didn’t fail to notice the broken-off arrow buried deep into the man’s leg. There was only one person she knew who shot arrows like that. This was not just some cop. Something was going down, and the others had left her out of it. She could be mad about that later, but for the time being Zaida launched herself after the man dragging Stiles, gripping the doorframe as she changed directions quickly at a sharp turn. Her stomach lurched when she entered the next room to find a cell had been busted open and a figure had tackled the fake officer as Stiles grabbed her hand and tugged her to the floor with him, pulling along whilst scrambling away into the far corner.

“What are you doing here?!” Stiles yelled at her in a high-pitched shaky voice.

“I should be asking you that! What’s going on?” she shouted straight back, eyes glued to the curly-haired male attacking the man in uniform until he slumped to the ground, unconscious or dead, she wasn’t sure.

Stiles didn’t have time to even attempt to answer her question before the werewolf turned on them and with a sharp intake of air Zaida identified that face even beneath the twisted, animalistic features and expression of aggression. “Isaac?” her question came out in a quiet squeak of shock.

There was no recognition in those glowing yellow eyes as Isaac approached them with bared, sharp teeth. Derek entered the room with a loud howl that sounded more akin to a roar than anything else, and scared the other wolf, leaving him retreating to cower in a crouched form against the far wall.

“How did you do that?” Stiles asked, his chest heaving from the panic and exertion from his earlier struggle.

“I’m the alpha,” Derek smirked in explanation, flashing his red eyes and Zaida got to her feet shakily.

“Will someone tell me what the fuck is happening right now?!” Her tone was shrill and angry to cover her fear. She turned to Stiles with fury in her features and the boy licked his lips nervously.

“Derek bit Isaac and then Isaac’s dad turned up dead so he was arrested, but the hunters found out and sent a mercenary to kill him so we decided to come and break him out of prison before any of the actual killing could happen.” The words flowed out of Stiles’ mouth like a chaotic waterfall.

“Did you know about this earlier? Why didn’t you tell me? Who else knew?” She flew into a rage, shoving both hands into Stiles’ chest to push him away from her when he tried to step closer.

“Scott and Allison knew. I tried to tell you earlier but I just…I couldn’t do it.” Stiles admitted and hung his head low in shame.

“Why is everyone around me constantly lying and hiding things?!” She screamed in frustration, feeling her anger boiling inside her. “You said that you wouldn't make the mistake of leaving me out again. How could you keep this from me?”

“I know, I should have told you. It’s just…I know how much you like Isaac. I didn’t want to tell you until we figured out the truth and had the situation under control.” The boy apologised and tried to reason with her but she was far beyond listening right now. Between the revelation that Xander had been lying to her, that she’d been right about her parent’s death, and now that Isaac had turned and may have murdered his own father…she was overwhelmed with a flurry of emotions, and none of them good.

“That wasn’t your decision to make.” Zaida scoffed and pushed past him, knocking her shoulder against his, leaving the station and not glancing back.

She took the long way home, taking the time in the cool night’s air to think and try to clear her mind. How had her life ended up like this? One best friend was from a family of viscious hunters and the other was likely turning into a supernatural creature. Her best friend’s boyfriend was a werewolf, leaving their group right in the middle of a feud between the supernatural and hunters. The guy she was dating was also now a werewolf who might have murdered his own father and was out of control. Her friends were hiding things from her. Her parents had been killed by a werewolf and she had no idea why. She herself was something supernatural and her family likely hid that from her for her whole life as well. Her brother was lying to her and gaslighting her to make her think that she was crazy. What else did he know and what more was he keeping from her? She didn’t register she was crying until hot tears were streaming down her face. Why was this happening?

Her feet worked on autopilot and she cried until her emotions dulled into numbness. Her legs ached as climbed the stairs up to the third floor of the apartment building. The keys were cold in her hand as she twisted them in the lock and swung open the front door. The apartment’s lights were on, and Xander was waiting for her in the living room with a furious expression on his face.

“You broke the rules again, Zaida.” His voice was dangerously low as he turned to look at her with a locked jaw. “What’s your excuse this time? A friend has been kidnapped? Someone’s in the hospital?”

“Ask me where I was.” That was all she responded with. She couldn’t bring herself to care at all that he was on the verge of yelling at her. “Go ahead and ask me, so I can tell you about how I broke into your office and found the files from Mom and Dad’s case. So I can ask you why the hell you’ve been lying to me for years about what was in those documents.”

Xander merely stared at her, his mouth slightly open and alarm behind his dark eyes as his anger dissipated. She didn’t allow him to speak. Instead, she kept pushing, her own voice raising in volume. “Tell me about how you knew I was right and you lied to me and told me it was all in my head. You made me think I was going crazy!”

“What you did was illegal.” was all he could come up with. From the guilty look in his eye, Zaida knew he was aware of how wrong his actions had been.

“Yes, it was. But what you did was immoral. You know how important trust and honesty are to me and I thought it was equally important to you. That was what made our arrangement work, but you’ve broken that. I’ve never lied to you.” she shook her head, eyes going glassy as she crossed her arms around herself like a protective shield. With all that was going on, she’d still managed to be truthful about where she was and why she was there, simply omitting the supernatural details. Even that had been hard as she hated keeping anything from him but he’d now proven that he didn’t deserve the honesty and trust that she had given him.

“I told you what you needed to hear. Telling you that you were right was never going to make a difference. It only would have kept your mind stuck there running over all the possibilities pointlessly. You needed to move on and I gave you that.” he insisted, though she suspected his defence was more to make himself feel better about what he’d done than to convince her.

“You didn’t give me the peace you think you did. I have thought about it unceasingly. Remembering what happened as one thing and thinking the truth was something else entirely was so much worse. I wasn’t able to stop going back and forth between the two. You have no idea how confusing it has been. This wasn’t just some small white lie for my benefit. I knew I was right about what I saw that day and you knew it too, yet you let me think that I couldn’t trust my own memories. That I couldn’t trust myself, and it has weighed on me for years.” Zaida stepped away from him when he tried to move closer.

“None of it matters, Zaida! Mom and Dad are dead, and the details do nothing to change that! Knowing what happened isn’t going to bring them back.” Xander’s temper started to return in his frustration with her fixation on the past. “You are so obsessed with it, it’s not healthy. You need to move on.”

“Knowing the truth, gaining closure, that would have helped me move on, but you took that away from me. I don’t think you understand what you’ve done. I am never going to trust you again.” Zaida’s words left her mouth before she even really came to the conclusion herself, but the reality of it sunk in during the silence that followed. Something between them had been damaged beyond salvaging tonight, and now they both knew it.

[sanjana-aqua]

I want to be yours

Yoongi X reader

Smut, AU, romantic, car sex

"Good morning..."

Entering the building, she bow and greeted the employees and made way to her office. She kept her bag and files on table and checked the time.

"He'll be there in 5 min... I should make his coffee now..." Thinking that she went to the coffee machine.

Sana was the personal assistant of one of the biggest ceo in south korea, Min yoongi. She was working in Min corporation since 3 years and she knew his timings, schedule and also mood swings. Yoongi was not a cold person but was very strict when it comes to work and doesn't tolerate any mistakes. None of his PA lasted for more than 6 months coz of his anger and overwork in company. Sana was 7th one. Because of her professional, calm nature and hardwork she was able to cope with him. In short, both of them are so used to each other.

Sensing the abrupt silence in company, she understood that his boss is here. Taking his coffee and composing herself, she went towards his cabin.

"come in" hearing the knock on the door, he said.

"good morning sir... Your coffee..." She said and placed the coffee on his table near him. He took the coffee and that's when he noticed that she was not in her office formals. She was wearing floral light pink dress and she has done a bit make up.

Eyeing her up to down he said "you're looking pretty... Any occasion?"

She made a small pout and thought that he again forgot. Obviously, he is a busy ceo... Remembering these small things might be difficult. She signed and said "nothing special sir... Just like that... (Taking out the tablet) you have a meeting at 2.. That's the only schedule for today..."

Yoongi "okay... Make one more appointment at night 8..."

Sana noted it and asked "with whom sir..."

Yoongi got up and came towards her. Holding her hand, he kept a box in her palm saying "with the birthday girl... Happy Birthday sana..."

A pink tent appeared on her face and she looked down saying "thank you sir..."

He smiled seeing her blushing and said "only thank you... I want to treat you dinner today..."

She nodded while still looking down and he came near her ears whispering "if you want you can consider it as a date too..."

Butterflies... yes she felt it. She closed her eyes blushing badly and he smirked seeing his effect on her. He sat back on his chair with coffee in his hand and said "prepare for the meeting and after meeting you can go home... I'll come to pick you by 7:30... Okay..."

She looked at him and smiled saying "okay sir..."

She went towards her cabin and locked the door. Keeping her hand on her heart she said "control sana... Control..." She drank water and sat on her seat looking at the box. Slowly she opened it and was mesmerized seeing a beautiful sea green colored silver pendant. She touched it softly and said "what's happening to me..."

On the other side, yoongi was looking at her from the glass door in between their cabins. He smiled seeing her happy. He himself doesn't know when his heart was dragged towards her. Her smile, eyes, personality and charm has made him fall for her deeper. The thought of confession never came in his mind but he started showing his love through actions.

Sana was admiring the necklace when she felt a gaze on her. She turned and saw yoongi looking at her. He smiled to her and her heart skipped a beat seeing his gummy smile. She returned the smile and bow as a thanks for the gift. They were looking at each other while smiling and without blinking. They wanted to say a lot but their eyes were doing the talking. There's no denying that there was a sexual tension between them since long. Both want to devour each other till the last drop.

Their moment was disturbed by yoongi's phone call. He received the call and went back to his seat while sana thought 'this all seems too real to be true... Does he also feel the same as me...'

She hid her face in her palms thinking that. Patting her cheeks several times, she said "focus sana...focus... We have a meeting..."

Composing herself, she started preparing for the meeting. Throughout the meeting yoongi and sana were taking glances at each other as sana was sitting next to him. Yoongi deliberately threw a pen near her on the ground.

"sorry..." Saying that he bend down to take the pen and was lost seeing her toned legs. The urge to kiss them and mark her there was taking over him. He slightly brushed his fingers on them in the process of taking pen.

Her breath hitched feeling a sensation on her legs. Before she could look, she saw yoongi got up taking pen and said "continue..."

Sana thought 'did i feel it correct or it was just an illusion...' she looked at him but he was busy analysing the presentation. 'maybe it was illusion ' she shrugged and continued concentrating on meeting... More likely on yoongi.

After the meeting, yoongi said to her "you can go home... I'll come and pick you..."

She nodded but before she got go, he held her wrist and pulled her towards him slightly. She was taken aback by this sudden pull and to maintain distance, she kept her hand on his chest.

"what happened sir...." She asked even though she was losing herself being this close to him. His arms around her and his hand on her waist.... His breath fanning her face and his lips...

"you were about to hit the table..." He said making her sign in relief. Taking back his hand from holding her, he gently tucked her hair behind ear and said "it was not an illusion... be ready..." He pecked her forehead and went from the meeting room.

Sana was standing there frozen. She couldn't believe what she heard... And that peck... She touched her forehead feeling his touch there and said "he's giving me chills... I hope I'll be able to stand this dinner..."

She packed her things and went to her home. She looked at the time and it was 3:45. She thought to take a short nap before getting ready. At around 5, a doorbell sound disturbed her sleep. She got up lazily thinking who it can be.

She opened the door and saw a delivery boy holding a bag.

" miss sana...this was sent for you..." He handed her bag and before she could ask anything, he left.

"weird..." She commented and took the bag inside. There was no name mentioned on it but when she opened the parcel, it was a beautiful sea green color knee length dress and a note with it...

Hope you like it sana... Happy Birthday once again...

From yoongi

She hid her face in her palms and screamed while jumping on bed. From past few days, he is treating her extra special and today became more special because of this. She calmed herself and looked at the dress..

" so beautiful... Mr. Min has nice choice" she commented and started getting ready.

7:30 PM

Yoongi was waiting for sana outside her house. He already informed her that he came and she said she'll be there in a min. He was fixing his shirt when he heard the tick tock sound of heels. Following the sound, he looked and his eyes got stuck on her. She was looking so pretty in that dress along with that pendant, her open hair and smoky eye makeup was adding beauty to it.

Even sana was lost in him. He was not in his usual office attire. He was wearing shirt matching to her dress and blue denim jeans. Sana came towards him and said "shall we go sir..."

He came out of trance and said "yes..." He opened the door for her and she sat on the passenger seat. Sitting on the driver seat, he said "you're looking too pretty..."

She shyly tucked her hair behind her ear and said "thank you sir... Your selection is too good..."

He looked at her and said "indeed it is..." He started the car and they drove towards their destination. Upon reaching the restaurant, he took her to rooftop where he reserved place for them. It was giving such a nice view of city and was decorated also a bit.

Sana was overwhelmed seeing all this and said "thank you so much sir... It's really beautiful..."

Yoongi came at back of her and whispered in her ears "it's better if you call me yoongi... okay..."

She shivered a bit and nodded. He held her hand and took her to their table. She was again surprised seeing all her favorites. Before she could say anything, he pulled a chair for her and asked her to sit. She smiled and sat and yoongi sat infront of her.

Scanning the place, she asked "can i ask one thing sir...(seeing him glaring her) i mean yoongi..."

His face lit up hearing his name from her mouth and he said"yeah... ask..."

Sana (hesitantly) " why you're doing all this for me..."

Yoongi smiled and said "because you're special to me..." She looked at him and their eyes got locked with each other. None of them wanted to break the eye contact but sana was not able to look more into his eyes. She broke it and looked down saying "shall we start... I'm hungry..."

He chuckled seeing her nervous and said "yeah... We should..." They finished their dinner with a little talk and then he ordered champagne for them. The waiter bought glasses and he took one saying "cheers to your birthday..."

She took the glass and clicked with his and took a sip but felt that there's something in the champagne... Some... Metal..or ring.... Wait...WHAT... She looked at yoongi shocked and took out the ring from her mouth.

Yoongi gulped and came towards her. Taking the ring from her hand and kneeling down, he said "I've been waiting to tell you since long... I love you... Will you marry me..."

She was shocked and surprised and couldn't process what's happening.... This dude infront of her was proposing for marriage and she was lost... She doesn't know how to respond...

Yoongi "sana please say yes or no... My knee is hurting..."

She came to her senses and chuckled saying with happy tears "yes...yes... I love you and I'll marry you..." He was overjoyed and slid the ring in her ring finger. In excitement, he cupped her face and leaned to kiss her... She flinched at the sudden closeness and closed her eyes tightly... He stopped seeing her uncomfortable face and smiled while kissing her cheeks.

She opened her eyes and he said "don't worry love... I won't force you for anything..."

She got up and hugged him tightly saying "you made my day yoongi... Thank you so much..." He hugged her back....

After sometime,

Yoongi and sana were driving back home but sana was lost in her thoughts. She doesn't know why she flinched when she also wanted to be close to him.... Maybe everything happened so fast and she wasn't ready for the kiss at the moment.

She looked at the surrounding and not many people were there on the road. She gathered some courage and said "can you stop the car for a moment please..."

Yoongi was a bit confused on her sudden request but he stopped the car in corner. "What happened..." He asked while switching on the parking light.

She took a deep breath and opened the seatbelt. He thought she wanted to have some air so he opened the car lock but to his surprise, he saw her leaning towards him. She cupped his cheek slightly and said "I'm not uncomfortable and you're not forcing me for anything..."

Saying this, she captured his lips on her.... Yoongi was shocked for a second, but he kissed her back with same passion. During the kiss, she opened his seatbelt and came on his lap. Holding his nape, she deepened the kiss while he was busy in roaming his hands on her. She opened two of his shirt buttons and roamed her hand on his collar bone.... He moaned a bit and she took a chance entering her tongue in his mouth while tasting him. They both were lost in the kiss but he stopped her hand when he felt she was opening his shirt more.

Breaking the kiss, he said while panting "what are you upto sana..."

She kissed his forehead and said "I've waited so long for this yoongi... Don't stop me..." She leaned and started kissing his neck...

"fuck..." He moaned and said "but we're in car babe... Wait till we reach home." She pulled the recliner which made his seat go back and she said "not today love..."

She opened his shirt fully while sitting on his lap and started giving him wet kisses on his peck. He closed his eyes feeling her kisses and said "you're so desperate for me huh..." She pinched his nipples and said "yes love... I am..." She kissed his neck while giving him a hickey and said "you look good marked by me..."

Her hands went down to his jeans and he said "wait..." She was confused and asked "what happened..."

He pulled his seat back and said "we need to cover the windows..." He pressed a button and all the windows were covered with black curtain. He locked the car and switched off the parking lights and said "let's go to back seat... It's more spacious..."

She nodded and both of them went to back seat. They were sitting facing one another and without wasting a second, he pulled her into kiss. She encircled his neck while deepening kiss and his hands made way towards her dress unzipping it. His hands brushed her back and she moaned feeling his touches. He trailed his kisses down to her neck and shoulder while she was pulling him more close to her.

Gently removing the strap of her dress, he whispered "love... I don't have protection... You can stop me now...else..."

She hugged him tightly and said "don't worry... I'm on safe periods... Don't control'yourself..."

He smiled listening to this and broke the hug. Removing her dress, he was gawking at her figure when his eyes caught something. A tattoo... Of his name... Near her heart... He looked at her and she said "i got it two months back... I thought to tell you but couldn't get enough courage..."

He caressed her tattoo and placed a gentle kiss on it. Her while body felt goosebumps when he kissed her there. " My name looks beautiful on you..." He whispered against her skin and trailed his kiss down. Cupping her breasts he said "you know... This car is soundproof too... So fucking scream my name..."

He started sucking her breasts and she moaned his name in pleasure... With each moan... He was increasing the pace and he knew how wet she got by this. While sucking her breast, he trailed his fingers on her clit...

"ahhh fuck yoongi...." She screamed a bit....

"you're so wet babe..." He continued gentle rubbing on her clit while sucking her and she was leaning against the window feeling enormous pleasure.... He inserted his finger inside her pussy and she screamed "yoongi...ahhh...fuck..." He started finger fucking her while kissing her all over.

Leaving her a mess, he took off his jeans in process and his member was standing rock hard... Seeing that, she was feeling the urge to kiss and take it in mouth... She looked at him and asked "can i..."

He leaned back to window and said "you can..." She bend on her knees and touches his vein. He closed his eyes when she took his length in her mouth giving him the warmth...

"fuck... " He cursed under his breath when she started licking and sucking him out. Her mouth fit so good around him and her strokes... fuck...but he was controlling... He wanted to cum inside her only so he said "love... Please stop..." She understood and said "fine..."

She left him and said "sit here..." Pointing at the center of the seat. He sat while spreading his legs. She sat on his lap while adjusting his length and he held her hips. With a stroke, it went inside and both of them said "fuck..."

She kept her hands on the side of his legs and said "watch me fuck myself on you..." Saying that, she pushed her head back and folded her legs. She started riding him and he could see his member going in and out of her pussy with her breasts moving up and down simultaneously...

That sight was such a turn on for him. He always imagined her to be like this but when it's happening... It's so much better than the imagination. The way she was bouncing on him and moaning his name with each stroke... he was losing his senses...

She felt pleasure rush to her core and she came on him... But yoongi was still hard... So he said "don't stop love... Please make me cum..."

"I'm tired love..." She said while panting. He held her hips and said "you can do it..." And started putting pressure and was helping in riding her on his member... Soon she started enjoying more and increased the pace... This time yoongi felt enormous please and both of them came together.

He hugged her and kissed her forehead asked her "are you okay love..." She nodded while panting and said "I'm okay... It just felt right...so good... I want to be with you like this always..."

Yoongi "me too sana... I also want to be like this with you..."

"shall we wear clothes..." She asked and he nodded. They wore their clothes, opened the curtains and he started his car again.

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[lvhfanclub]

Final Unity project.

Fairly easy. Started with a blank scene, added a huge plane, put on a grass texture, added a car, which I found out through running the game functioned as a player character. I then decided that my game would be a top-down car thing.

So, I raised the camera and rotated it so that it pointed straight down at my car and my plane. From there I decided that my "ground" needed to look like a road, so I went to the asset store: https://assetstore.unity.com/packages/2d/textures-materials/roads/road-materials-137087

I downloaded some road textures and put one down on my plane. I noticed that the controls for the car were fairly difficult to use, and that this fact combined with the limitation of the fixed camera meant that I could make a game of directing the car to knock objects off-screen until none remained.

So, I went to the asset store again: https://assetstore.unity.com/packages/3d/props/exterior/road-props-low-poly-123340

I downloaded a bunch of low-poly, road-themed props which I then began to place into my game. The presets I used came loaded with their own physics and everything so all I had to do was put down some objects for my car to knock off-camera. For some reason, all of the objects and the car were incredibly small at first, so I scaled them all up until I found them visible enough on-screen. The rubber pad objects had a tendency to send the car flying when approached from the wrong sides, so I decided to include them as sort of landmines which the player would have to avoid/remove carefully.

From there I felt it was time to customize the car, so I applied a grass texture from the standard-unity assets. It looked pretty badass. For some reason the car's sound scripts did not work, and I tried to get them working by looking at the right tab and seeing if there was anything wrong with them, but I couldn't tell. I followed up on that red error you're seeing at the bottom of the screen, and navigated to the problem file, but I couldn't figure out where to go from there and googling the error didn't get me any further answers. I tried just dragging and dropping the script onto the car, but that did not work either. I tried dragging the audio files onto the car, but that just made them all play once simultaneously on startup. So, I let the sound be.

I was trying to think of a way to spice up my creation further so I put down a couple palm trees just as an obstacle which could not be moved and had to be navigated around.

Looking at it, I thought it would be cool to assign a story to the odd scenario I had created, so I imagined that the grass had gained consciousness, brought the car to life parasite style, and organized with the palm trees to take back nature and fight what they saw as pollution.

Also, at some point I lost the rightmost menu, and I have no idea what caused this, but it quickly put a stop to any further experimentation.

So, I was ultimately able to design and build a basic videogame in unity. It runs full-screen and is playable in its current state. There's a video of Ty playing it above if you're interested. Personally, I had the most fun just coming up with a story to justify what was happening on-screen, even though there was no requirement on that front.

If I were to sell it, I'd call it "Grass Car". Buyers would line up, man.

Additional material used:

Road texture

Cone object

Metal barrier object

Concrete block object

Rubber bump object

Orange barrier object

Water barrel object

The material used from the standard assets should be:

Car prefab

Grass texture for car

Palm Tree prefab

[s3899602]

Blog #6 - Week 5

Pharos 

I finally found out why some presets don’t go where I want them to. It’s because they actually have a specific place they need to go. I found this out because when I was placing in the audio file it wouldn’t let me just drag and drop it into the timeline, I had to scroll down to ‘Simulation Audio’ and place the music in there. This is the same for some of the presets, they go in the ‘Ceiling’ section right at the bottom. I’m very glad that I figured that out and answered another one of my questions. 

Sound Design

I spent a few hours creating a little draft for the sound design for my ‘running scene’ idea. It was in no way polished but I thought it would give an idea of what I was going for. 

Didn’t work. My original plan, ✨Plan A ✨, was to record the audio myself, but I wanted to have something to show a quick proof of concept so I thought I might as well do it since I had some time. To record original audio, I think a quiet park would be best to record the running, and I will borrow a Zoom H4n to record everything. I’m not going to give up hope quite yet as I think there is something to my idea here, I really think, if done right, I can immerse the audience into a scene and create my heightened experience. But I fear even if I do it right I won’t achieve the feeling I’m going for. Otherwise, Plan B is to create lighting design for a piece of exhilarating music, which I definitely could do, but the problem is I have looked around and can’t find anything I would be interested in creating lighting for. I think I might have attached myself too much to my original idea, but I don’t want to let go yet because I haven’t done all I could do to try and make it work.

Plan B 

Turns out I can record the audio from any song on Spotify by screen recording on my iPad, airdropping to my computer and converting the mp4 file to wav. Easy and helpful, and I will bring my iPad to class in case anyone else needs me to record audio for them or wants me to show them how to do it. I looked up how to do the same thing on a mac and I’m not sure if screen recording works on a macOS like it does on IOS. I also found an extremely helpful website that has almost every game soundtrack that exists. It was super helpful for me when looking for exhilarating songs. Unfortunately, while I did find a few good ones, nothing jumped out at me. Luckily, I was thinking about songs that make me feel exhilarated/excited/energised and I thought about Kingdom Dance by Alan Menken (from Tangled) and how I could do so many different things with the lighting design to push the feeling of exhilaration. I’ll get some opinions when I do a mock up of the lighting to show in week 6. 

Capitol Test #2 

Blue needs to be vibrant to show 

Lights on ceiling cut out weird even though I did a 10s fade 

Ask Ryan what he meant about the light being able to go faster

Top of the arch orange/red with walls yellow 

Sparkle wasn’t working at the top, I need to change to a dark blue. Although Sarah asked for twinkling stars. I'm not completely sure what I should do. I might do a trial for both, but the white was a bit strong so I wonder if I can change the colour to grey to make it less white and more of a subtle sparkle. I will see what I can do with the preset otherwise I'll try it manually. 

Redefining Exhilaration 

Merriam-Webster’s definition of exhilarating is ‘causing great emotional or mental stimulation’ and the example is ‘no recording can capture the exhilarating feeling of being at a live rock concert’. I really need to think about what will make a majority of people feel exhilarated, not just myself. I need to stop thinking too outside the box with how I approach exhilaration, because it’s very formulaic, and if I don’t get it right, no one will feel exhilarated. 

Colours

I think I have figured out how the colours work in the Capitol but it would be helpful to go through them all and get a demonstration of the colours with their RGB values to see what they show up as. 

To-Do

Go out and record running/breathing for the running scene to see if it could possibly work for exhilaration (Plan A) if not, refer to plan B

Create lighting design for Kingdom Dance to see if that could work instead (Plan B)

[striderincosmos]

A Matter of Loyalty (Or, the Shadow Broker Realizes Garrus Vakarian Doesn’t Give A Damn)

The Shadow Broker’s Vessel

The door to what Liara was sure was the inner sanctum of perhaps the most mysterious being in the galaxy was, in surprisingly quick order for her, stacked up on in short order. Then again, she really shouldn’t have been shocked, even after all this time. Commander Jonathan Shepard and Garrus Vakarian, former C-Sec officer, would have been able to do this sort of thing in their sleep.

“Alright,” she said as she began to hack the door. “This being likely has information on all of us. It might try to use that against us, get us to slip up. Are you prepared for what he might know?”

“We’ll have to be, if we want to get him off our backs.” Garrus replied as he readied his assault rifle, a very well taken care of Mattock. “If he riles us up enough to shoot him in the face, I can’t call that a negative.”

“Even still,” Shepard cautioned, “if the rest of the ship is any indication, things are about to get more dangerous than they’ve already been.”

“As if we don’t deal with dangerous already?” Garrus chuckled. “I mean, we’re still chasing the Collectors here.”

“It’s unlocked now.”  Liara interjected, readying her machine pistol. “Ready? Go.”

The door slid open, and the trio filed into a room that was... empty, a ring of pillars in the middle capped by a desk at their far end. Behind the desk sat the last thing any of them had ever expected.

The being that regarded them with eight beady black eyes sunken into a bestial mask the color of spilled human blood was massive, its mouth, a thing that curved up into the middle of its face and was filled to the brim with razor sharp teeth, twitching into what could generously be called a smile.

It was... a yahg. Something that should have had no business being in a fine, tailored suit. And it spoke to them, spoke to them, with an utterly deep, vibrant voice.

“Good afternoon, Dr. T'Soni.” it began almost amicably. “You're here for the drell you left behind, I'm sure.”

It turned it's gaze to Shepard. “This is bold, Commander Shepard, even for you. You needed a great amount of luck to even find this place. And you will need more still to leave.”

“I don't need luck. I learned that on Elysium. And your Asari Spectre learned the hard way.” Shepard's words were stern, hard things, ones of the kind that Liara knew was always reserved for the unjust.

“Just so,” the Broker replied coolly, “as I'm sure Captain Masarra and the 15 soldiers you saved would tell. And Vasir was expendable. The only thing that her death has cost me is time."

"Like Farron is? Is that right?" Liara nearly spat the words at the beast before her.

"Farron's plight is due to your interference, Dr. T'soni," the Broker replied, its voice still calm. "He betrayed me when he turned over the Commander's body to you. He is simply paying the price now."

"I think betraying someone who's willingly working with the Collectors makes him a decent man in my book." Shepard shot back.

"It is a mutually beneficial partnership, even with your current interference. Even still, the Collectors' offer stands, Commander Shepard, whether you breathe or not.”

“That's enough,” Liara interjected. “Give us Farron. There's nowhere left to hide."

It glanced over at Liara again. “You travel with fascinating companions, Doctor.”

Finally, it looked over at Garrus. "You still have quite the bounty on your head, Archangel. Likely, you would think I would like to take that bounty for myself."

"However, I have a different proposition for you, Mr. Vakarian."

Garrus' rifle dropped ever so slightly for a moment. "What would I ever want from you?"

"I see in you an ideal leader. Put down your weapon and walk away from this, and I can ensure that you will be free to grow into the sort of commander that even Shepard here cannot make you."

"Why would I do that?" Garrus said incredulously. "Shepard wouldn't try and stop me from becoming better. Hell, he's been dragging me kicking and screaming into trying to become the sort of... what's it called? The saint that he is."

"He would not do so intentionally. But he stifles you regardless. Take this opportunity, and you can become Primarch of the Hierarchy in a year. Command the respect of millions. Be lauded as the greatest general the turian race has ever seen."

"Well maybe I don't give a damn about being the best." Garrus growled. "Maybe I just want to be someone who can be depended on, even if things get grim. Maybe I actually enjoy standing next to Shepard and calling him out on some of his bullshit. No. You're fighting all of us."

"So be it."

The Shadow Broker stood, towering over all of them, and roared as it smashed down into his desk, shattering it before throwing a massive chunk at Garrus. The turian leaped out of the way, the piece of desk further shattering on the floor he'd stood on mere moments ago.

The fight was on. And they all knew that there was no way to fully know what came next.