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The Fox's Den {Sylus x Reader}

This just kinda...spilled out of my brain... It started off as a few paragraphs and then spiraled into this, but uh, enjoy.

FAIR WARNING!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLY LONG, I MIGHT HAVE TO SPLIT IT INTO PARTS ACTUALLY IDK

|| Masterlist ||

-Seven

You’re finishing some paperwork at HQ when Jenna slides a manila folder on your desk.

“Advance tech labs has another mission for you.” She says and crosses her arms over her chest, “Hear them out first. Then go take a look.”

As if on cue, your watch beeps with a notification.

You click on it and the mission’s user interface window pops up.

Client: Unspecified - Investigative mission Status: ACTIVE Authorisation: Approved entry - No Hunt Zones: 105, 106, 107, 108

Task details: High-class Linkon residents have been seen carrying protocores to Fox’s Den, a host club, on the outskirts of Linkon. There are suspicions that the club is being used as a trading venue to sell and modify high-grade protocores into the N109 zone.

Objective: INVESTIGATE Fox’s Den FOR PROTOCORE SMUGGLERS. DO NOT ENGAGE OR ELIMINATE SUSPECTS. THIS IS AN INVESTIGATION ONLY.

As you re-read the objectives, Jenna speaks once more, “Have a look through this folder before heading to the Data Sector. ” She places her hand above the folder, “Nero and Tara are waiting there with some more information for you.”

You give her a small nod, “Yes, Captain. Will do.”

You do as you’re told and flick through the contents of the folder.

“Huh, the address is near the N109 zone?” You whisper.

Sylus has a safe house near there, I think.

It’ll be easier to complete the mission if you could crash there every now and then.

I’ll ask him when I have the chance.

There’s a few photos of the club tucked into the folder and from what you can see, it’s quite luxurious.

Entering the club shouldn’t be a problem with the brooch Sylus gave me. Hmmm. I might need to visit Jeremiah some time soon to forge another identity.

You sift through a few more pages and a photo catches your eye. It’s of a blonde woman with a hunter’s uniform and badge but stamped across the page is the word ‘TENEBRA’ in bold red lettering.

“Hmmm,” You hum as you read the sticky note attached, “If encountered, detain immediately? Who is this?”

What had she done to be labelled a Tenebra?

With that thought in mind, you think to your own situation.

Your involvement with Sylus is more than enough grounds to label you a Tenebra, but you brush that thought aside quickly.

“MC?”

Your head perks up from the sound of your name and you quickly press the folder to your chest, “Oh! Tara… Nero. I was just leaving to see you guys, actually.”

“About the case, right? Isn’t it interesting?” Tara grins, “But, yes we came here instead because Nero thinks that the Data Sector is too noisy.”

“They’re blabbing about all the time, it’s dizzying.” He retorts.

He pulls a nearby chair and motions for the two of you to come around, “Come, we’ve got work to do.”

The three of you discuss the case for a while until you ask, “Why am I being sent alone? Aren’t mission usually done in pairs?”

“Yes, well… Technically, it’s only an investigative mission, so the higher-ups don’t think we should waste resources on a mere investigation.” Nero makes quotation marks with his fingers. “You’ve got orders not to engage where possible.”

Tara leans forward to argue, “But even still, Fox’s Den is surrounded by no hunt zones! Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Yes, that’s true, and speaking of which…” He opens some tabs up on his laptop, “As I’m sure you’ve seen, you’ve been approved access to all no hunt zones surrounding the area.”

You nod, looking back at your watch and also the map that spread across the table.

“But that’s not the problem.” Nero continues, “The problem is getting into the club.”

You furrow your brows, “What?” You tilt you head, “Can’t I just go in as a client?”

He clicks his tongue, “They’ve got a very specific clientele.” He says and then draws a rectangle with his fingers, “Invite only.” He emphasises. “Did you think you could just waltz into the place?Everyday?”

You tense for a moment. I thought… with the brooch...

But you can’t tell them about the brooch; They’ll ask you how you got it. So you settle with, “I- well,” you scratch your temple, “I haven’t really thought that far yet.”

...

Your meeting with the two ended just as the sun dipped completely below the horizon

Somehow, they’ve got you a position as one of the hostesses.

You huff. You don’t know a thing about being a hostess.

To be fair, being a hostess would give you the widest variety of intel.

Never had you thought you’d be going undercover like this, but the job must be done, you suppose.

You harshly tug your helmet on and head to Sylus’ safe house on your 270HM.

If he says no, then you can just scout the area on the way back home. That way, the ride there wouldn’t have been for nothing.

“Oh! There you are, little miss hunter.”

You turn around at the voice of one of the twins. “Luke, Kieran?”

“Mephisto told us you’d be here.” Kieran says pointing to the sky where Mephisto circles above the three of you.

“Is Sylus-”

Luke responds before you can finish your question, “The boss has a important business deal, but,”

“You’re more than welcome to stay with us in the meantime.” Kieran finishes the sentence as he opens the gate.

You can almost see the grin behind his mask.

“How long will he be gone?” You ask as you walk with the twins into the house.

“It might not even be until tomorrow that you’ll see the boss.”

“If you’re lucky--” Luke starts

“--I’ve checked your luck index today, miss, you’re not.”

“Kieran!” You smack him on the shoulder

“Anyway,” Luke starts again, “As I was saying, if you’re lucky, he might be done by midnight.”

…

Well now, it’s way past midnight and the boys have convinced you to play card games as you wait. From old maid, to kitty cards, to Big 2.

Eventually, they pull out another deck of cards with haphazardly drawn crows. - “We’ve invented our own version!”

Your brows furrow.

“Crow Cards!” They say in unison.

You’re speechless. You shake your head with a chuckle, but oblige them regardless.

It isn’t long before Kieran has passed out on the couch and you can tell that Luke isn’t too far either.

“Luke, why don’t we get you and your brother to sleep?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” He yawns and give you a nod, “but Kieran can sleep here on the floor.” He snorts, but goes to haul him up anyways.

“I can use one of the spare rooms, right?” You ask

“Of course. The boss has even gotten spare clothes specifically for you in every house. They should just be in the closet of the en suite.” He points to one of the doors, “That one is your room.”

It didn’t take very long after your head hit the pillows that you drifted off into a shallow sleep

Just as the sunlight begins peaking through the horizon, Sylus enters into the safehouse

Mephisto is cawing at him incessantly.

“What has you so worked up?” He frowns.

“CAW!”

Sylus walks through to the main area and sees cards strewn across the floor.

He examines them, seeing the poorly drawn crows, and looks to Mephisto, “What?” Sylus raises an eyebrow at Mephisto, “You led me here because Luke and Kieran made you look like roadkill on these cards?”

Mephisto shakes his head and pecks the cards out of Sylus’ hand. He pitter-patters to the door of the en suite and lightly pecks at it

Sylus’ frown deepens but he follows after him.

And there you were - laying on your stomach atop the sheets.

He lets out a small chuckle, “Tsk tsk, kitten,” he shakes his head, “You’ll catch a cold at this rate.”

He gently turns you so he can lift you up into his arms.

With his Evol, he untucks the sheets and lays down with you in his arms.

You have your head on his chest and legs entangled with his own.

With all the movement, you lift your head blink your eyes open, “Hi.” You whisper.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, kitten.”

You plop your head back down onto his chest, “Yeah, I wanted-” you yawn, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh? You’re asking me for a favour? How unusual.”

You only hum in response and close your eyes again.

For a moment, he thinks that seeing you in the sunrise makes the sunlight a little more bearable.

“What is it that you need, sweetie?” he asks, brushing his lips against the top of your head.

“The location of my mission is near this house.”

“And?” he shoots you a smug smile, “What is it exactly that you’re asking, Dove?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “I’m asking if I can stay here for a little while.”

He chuckles and gently swipes at the space between your brows, “Do you know what you look like right now?” he asks, “A kitten with a temper.”

You untangle yourself from his grasp, “Screw you.”

It quite futile since you end up in his arms once more.

“What mission is so important that the hunter’s association would send you into the N109 zone?” He asks.

“One,” You put your pointer finger up, “It's near the N109 zone. And two,” You lift another finger, “Apparently, there’s some shady trading of high-grade protocores.”

“Hah, when is there not?” He chuckles.

You quickly brush his question aside, “But you’ll let me stay, won’t you?” You pout for good measure.

“I never trade for a loss, dove.” He taps a finger on his temple. “What are you planning to give me in exchange?”

“Um…” You contemplate on the question. “I'll trade any protocores I find that I think may be of use to you?” Your intonation makes it sound more like a question than a statement.

“What makes you think that I don’t already have access to such protocores, sweetheart?” He shifts to lay on his side with his head propped up by his arm.

That’s true. What could you possibly offer to a man who already has everything in the palm of his hand?

You glance up at him, “Well, then… truthfully, there’s nothing I can give you.”

I guess he won’t let me stay after all.

One of the corners of his lips tilt upwards into a smirk, “There is…” he pauses as he procures a piece of paper with his Evol, “Something you can give me.”

You take the paper and frown as you read the contents, “Isn’t this that restaurant by the river? The one with the orchids?”

“Mmm.” He hums in agreement.

“What could I possibly give you there, Sylus?” You ask

He chuckles, “Well, it’s quite simple, really.” He leans forward to whisper in your ear, “I want you to stay with me… Until the moon is high above our heads”

His voice is so close to your ears that you have to turn away

“I want your time.”

A few days have gone by since your…encounter with Sylus.

Now you’re face-to-face with the owner of the club.

He has his hand grabbing the lower half of your face, turning it side to side.

You grit your teeth. Keep it together for the mission, MC. You say to yourself.

“She’ll fetch a hefty price from the clients, that’s for sure.” He chuckles

He almost throws you towards a woman who has a comb and spray bottle in hand.

“Another?” She asks

“Get her ready.” He says as he begins to walk towards the bar where the guests are, “I want her ready for service by the end of the week, Stella.”

The woman, Stella, as you’ve learned, rolls her eyes and grabs you by the arm.

She drags you across to one of the clothing racks and pulls various clothes up to your body. She takes some off, and others she returns.

Your eyes wander as you stay still, and for a brief moment, you see a blonde woman in a red dress, strutting towards the exit.

“Tenebra?” You mumble

“What?” Stella raises her brow.

“Huh? Oh, I was asking If I’ll need to wear a bra.” You gulp hoping she’ll believe your cover-up

She stares at you for a moment but then continues to find you a dress.

After a while, she’s finished with your make up and has given you a run-down of the rules.

“For tonight, you’ll be staying with me.” She says as she walks towards the exit

You scramble after her. You barely catch yourself from bumping into her as she abruptly turns around to address you.

“Keep close and don’t wander. Do you understand?”

You nod, “Yes.”

She wraps a red band across your wrist with ease, “This bracelet means that you’re off limits for the mean time.” She grips your wrist and squeezes, “So I suggest you keep it on your wrist even if your life depends on it. You won’t have this luxury for long.”

What have I gotten myself into?

You spend that night observing each and every one of the hostesses and clients.

Memorising faces, names, voices. Anything.

As the week ends, you’re back at the safe house trying to piece all the information you have so far.

You’re hunched over the coffee table with papers scattered about. Some of which you’ve scrunched up and have unintentionally made into Mephisto’s playthings.

You huff.

Everything looks normal, but clearly that’s not the case if HA has sent you here. They wouldn’t have sent you here if there wasn’t some concrete evidence of a covert operation.

Sylus stops cleaning his gun and smiles as you frown. The bastard.

You huff once more and rub your temples.

“You look as if you’re going into a grand battle.” He chuckles and leans back into the sofa.

“I feel like I’ve gotten nowhere!” You throw your hands into the air.

He carefully returns the gun to it’s case and settles himself on the floor next to you, “Talk to me.” He pulls the pen from your hands and spreads the papers across the table, “We can figure it out together.” He glances at you with the smallest of smiles.

A couple of weeks have gone by and you’ve gotten better at acting as a hostess.

You find that a lot of these clients have a very loose lips - ever so willing to give information with so little incentive

Today, you’re cozied up with a client, your legs in their lap, and an arm wrapped around one of theirs.

You grin internally as he continues to talk about all the protocores he could offer you.

“Oh?” You say sultrily, drawing circles on his arm.

YUCK

“Oh, I do, baby.”

EUUUGHHH

You’re trying your best to suppress a scowl.

“I could give you all -”

You glance up at him as he stops mid-sentence.

Your gaze shifts from his face to the mirror behind him where your eyes meet Sylus’s intense gaze.

What is he going here?

Sylus nonchalantly walks over to the two of you and the room has gone still.

“And who might this be, sweetie?” He glowers at the man, but his question is directed to you.

You open your mouth to reply, but the man beat you to it, “Mr Sylus, I’m-”

"I didn’t ask you.” He says sharply.

“Sylus, what are you doing here?” Your grip around the man loosens and you quickly shift your legs to plant your heels on the floor.

“Well… Sweetie.” He emphasises the endearment as he pulls you from the other man’s lap, “I’m here for you,” He pulls you to his chest

Without another word, he tugs you into one of the private rooms.

With the momentum, you fall to the loveseat in the middle of the room.

“Sylus!”

“When you said you had a mission here, I assumed you were going in as a client.” He locks the door and makes his way to you, “Not a hostess.” He narrows his eyes as he traps you between his outstretched arms on the loveseat.

“Why does it matter?” You glare back at him, “I’m still getting the information I need.”

“You realise that I could get you all that information in the blink of an eye, right?”

You know that. You do. He never lets you forget. Head of Onychinus. King of the N109 zone.

But what does that say about you?

Always relying on someone else to do things.

Always relying on Xavier on missions. Even Rafayel helped you at The Nest. Zayne’s always taking care of your health, and now Sylus, too.

When had you ever truly done anything yourself?

You grit your teeth, “Look.” You say as you muster up all your courage to glare at him, “I appreciate the help, but I’m not some dove that needs saving.” You push at his chest, “I can do this on my own.”

He yields as you push him until both of you are standing.

“I can’t just rely on you for everything,” You say.

Tenebra - the word plants itself at the forefront of your mind

His chest heaves as he looks at you, but he doesn’t speak.

“What am I supposed to say to the association?” You walk towards the door but look back at him with a soft smile, “They’ll label me a Tenebra for even breathing the same air as you, remember? We can’t have that now, can we?”

He takes a hold of your wrist. “You know I’d never let that happen.”

“Mmm.” You shake your head, “I know, but even then… I want to be able to proudly say that I was able to do a mission with my own strength.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you shrug your hand away from his hold.

“So,” You place you hand on the door knob, “Let me do this on my own, Sylus.”

As you leave, he deflates onto the loveseat with a sigh.

As much as it stings that you don’t want to rely on him, he understands what you’re trying to say.

You’ve gone many days without seeing Sylus, not even at the safe house.

At the host club, you return to your dressing room with the brightest smile, you’d think your face would split in half.

That drunk client spilled all the beans. They are smuggling protocores through this host club. He mentioned a warehouse south from here, in the no hunt zone. Luckily Jenna authorised your entry into that zone. You’ll have to check it out after you leave the club.

As you exit, your watch beeps, “Huh? Wanderers? This far from the no hunt zone?”

Your hands settle at the hilts of your hands guns strapped to either thigh.

With vigilant eyes, you scan your surroundings. Trees upon trees in every direction.

Taking soft and steady steps, you head deeper into the no hunt zone.

Eventually you see lights scattered throughout the tree line.

There’s a large building stood in the centre of the clearing.

As you walk closer, you hear voices. “The warehouse.” you whisper.

Then a truck whizzes past and you duck for fear of getting caught.

It drives far into the warehouse and you follow around to get a clearer view.

They seem like specs from this distance, but they’re unloading the protocores from the truck.

The impatient part of you screams to just sneak into the warehouse.

But that fire is quickly extinguished when you notice a few men patrolling the warehouse.

“I need to come back another time. With a plan.”

The next few days you observe the schedules and their protocol for receiving deliveries

You manage to sneak your way into one of the trucks as your shift ends at the host club.

In the truck, you’re shallowly breathing from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You close your eyes to take a deep breath as the truck slows to a stop.

“This is the last one for today, boys. Let’s do this quick!” You hear a man shout.

Your hand comes up to press at your sternum. Your heart is beating right out of your chest so much so that blood is thumping in your ears.

“You think we’ve got some aether cores to sell today?”

“Tch, I wish.”

As their footsteps grow louder, you take a slow breath-

BEEP BEEP!

You gasp as your hunter’s watch detects wanderers nearby. You grasp at your wrist to dampen the noise. Hunching over, cradling your arm as it beeps again.

STOP! Please!

“What was that?”

What do I do? I’m going to get caught.

“Check it out.”

Think. Think.

From their footsteps, you can tell one of the men has walked into the truck.

THINK!

You don’t have a choice.

With a grunt, you charge at the man, shooting him in the chest, before hauling his body to cover yours as you exit the vehicle.

“INTRUDER!” the other man yells. “INTRUDER! LOCK EVERYTHING DOWN.”

Sirens blare as shots are fired in your direction. One lodges itself into your thigh. With a scream you dump the body shield and limp as best as you can out of the crossfire.

Another shot whizzes past the side of your arm. Another into your lower abdomen as you turn to shoot at them.

Before you make it to the forest, a loud roar shakes the ground and you stumble onto all fours.

A wanderer. A Hoarfrost Wyrmlord, you recognise.

It stomps it’s way towards the warehouse, likely drawn in by all the noise.

You scramble away as best as you can, but behind you are the men from the warehouse.

Your breaths have become rapid and shallow, “Where…”

The Wyrmlord locks onto you, blowing out gusts of air from it’s nostrils.

You begin shooting at the Wyrmlord but it looks unphased.

You duck for cover as it shoot icicles your way.

Protocores. You think. “You must have a shield somewhere.” you say as you peak over the metal pillar.

“You!” A foreign voice takes your attention.

The man has his gun pointed to you.

Swiftly, you kick your leg out in an attempt to disarm him, but he catches it and kicks at your other leg so that you land face first into the dirt.

For a few moments, you wrestle him until he’s got you in a choke hold.

You elbow him in his side and as his grip loosens you try to swing him over your shoulder.

But he uses the momentum to kick off of the pillar, and the action flings you backwards, and your back hits the ground with a thud.

You grunt and struggle to stand.

Before you can shoot him, a Harte Knave slashes through him.

Just as quickly, your bullets pierce though the Harte Knave and it disintegrates in dust.

Another roar shakes the ground as you and many others are pulled into a protofield.

“No!” You scream.

“Sylus!” You yell into the air.

Hoping, praying that he just might appear out of thin air.

...

“CAW!”

Meanwhile, Sylus is seated in another safehouse.

His leg is bouncing up and down.

You should have returned to the safe house hours ago, but there has been no notification of your arrival from the security system.

For every centimetre the moon rose into the sky, so did his worry.

“I appreciate the help, but I’m not some dove that needs saving.”

Your words echoed around in his mind for the past few hours.

“I can do this on my own.”

He knows that. You’re strong. He’s seen it.

“They’ll label me a Tenebra for even breathing the same air as you, remember?“

Tch.

“I can’t just rely on you for everything,”

But something was wrong.

His intuition never failed him.

“CAW! CAW!”

“Mephisto.” Sylus quickly stands and stretches his hand out for Mephisto to land on.

A holographic video pops up and Sylus sees you dropping the lifeless body and limping away into the tree line.

The screen flickers for a moment as you scream his name before you disappear into the protofield.

Even before the video ends, Sylus is rushing out to his motorcycle. He pulls up the coordinates from Mephisto’s previous location history and speeds away.

Why did I leave her by herself? Near the N109 zone nonetheless. I’m a fool.

In the protofield, the Wyrmlord is the last wanderer.

There are only a few other humans left and luckily, the Wyrmlord is beginning to stagger too.

You’ve managed to break it’s shields but you’re heavily wounded and the Wyrmlord has caused the temperature to drop so rapidly that it’s difficult to even pull the trigger.

Sylus… Please…

You know he can’t just appear into a protofield. But somehow his name on your lips gives you enough strength to continue the fight.

Out of desperation, you’ve managed to resonate with some of the Evolvers.

And with great effort, you and another Evolver deal the final blow to the Wyrmlord and you’re transported back to the warehouse.

Sirens are still blaring and the edges of your vision are fading.

“Sylus.” You whisper walking away from the warehouse.

You grunt as you slump against a sturdy tree.

The shards of ice that were lodged into your stomach have vanished along with the protofield and now your blood has begun to soak through your clothing.

With a few harsh tugs, you rip your sleeve off and press it against your wounds.

Everything hurts, but you try to slow your breathing.

Your watch beeps once more.

The adrenaline causes you to perk up at the thought of more wanderers.

WARNING! Critically low blood pressure - severe blood loss. Coordinates have been sent to the nearest Hunter’s Association field lab.

When you wake next, the room is too bright for your eyes to adjust.

You blink and raise a hand to your face to block the light.

Glancing around, you notice it’s like any other bedroom.

You groan as you sit up.

Looking down at yourself, you see the faint outline of multiple gauze pads from underneath your top.

You limp out of the room, using the wall to take most of your weight.

You flinch as you feel a tap on your shoulder, hands immediately going to where your guns would have been.

“Relax, Kitten.” Sylus says, with both his hands up in the air, “I’m just trying to help you.” He begins to lower his hands.

“Sylus…” You croak from the dryness of your throat.

You could do nothing but stare. Was this real?

You were hyperventilating a little, and he’s never really seen you so high-strung.

“You’re safe.” He says as he slowly cups the side of your face.

“Sylus… I…”

He lowers his forehead to yours and you visibly relax.

“You’re safe with me, sweetheart.” He repeats the phrase as he gathers you into his chest.

“I won’t let you go ever again.” He whispers. “Never again.”

I told you it was long XD. I had fun though. If you guys like it, I don't mind fully fleshing this out into chapters. I really enjoyed writing this one actually.

|| Masterlist ||

-Seven

[bastila-s]

Baldurs Gate 3 High Quality Screenshot Tutorial 2.0

Hi everyone, I decided I wanted to make a more specific and slightly more in-depth tutorial on how I take screenshots in Baldur's Gate 3. For this tutorial, you will need ReShade and Otis_INF'S Photomode Mod. If you do not want to download these for whatever reason, my older tutorial covers alternative ways to get some nice screenshots.

1. ReShade (skip if you already have ReShade downloaded)

For this step, you're going to want to download ReShade. ReShade is important to this tutorial as it's going to allow you to take screenshots of your game in higher resolutions. To do this, find a ReShade preset you like on the Nexus. (You can find lots of them by just typing in "reshade" in the search bar). From there, most mod authors will explain how to download ReShade in their mod description and get it working for your game.

Once you successfully have Reshade installed, a bar of text will appear at the top of your screen, prompting you to press 'home.' This will put you through a mini-tutorial if just installed it.

2. Photomode Mod

For this mod, you'll need to subscribe to a patreon to get access. Installing it is really simple, just unzip the zip file and put its contents in a folder, then run the tool once you have BG3 running.

Personally, I choose to re-map all the controls to different keys on my keyboard as I find it makes it much, much easier for me to use. Specifically, I re-map the movement, camera tilt, and starting the photomode controls. FOV is also really important to pay attention to, so make sure you like the controls for that as well.

Make sure to test the camera mod to make sure it's working before moving on to the next step.

3. High Resolution Screenshots (Hotsampling)

Hotsampling simply means that we're going to briefly make our game run in a resolution much higher than what we usually would, which often times means your game window will end up looking huge and run off your screen.

To do this, we need to make sure a few things are in place before trying to hotsample, or the screenshot won't be captured properly.

Go through this checklist to ensure hotsampling will work:

• If you have more than one monitor, you have to make sure your monitor is set to show only on one screen. (This setting is found in Displays on Windows)

• Make sure BG3 is set to borderless windowed mode

• In ReShade, go to the settings tab. Ensure you have a key set up for taking screenshots, and that you know the folder your screenshots will be saved to. It's essential to use ReShade to take screenshots, nothing else will work. Use ReShade's screenshot key.

Once you make sure you have the above done, go to the photomode mod, and click on the hotsampling tab. From here, you can change the resolution of your game. Typically, I take my screenshots in 3,840x2,160 or 5,760x3,240 if I want a very clear image. Those are just 2x and 3x my monitor's resolution (1920x1080), so you can adjust if your monitor is different. Once your chosen resolution is set, your BG3 window will likely run way off your screen and potentially make your computer lag. (This means it's working). Make sure your BG3 window is active, then hit the screenshot key you set earlier in ReShade. This screenshot should now appear in the folder that's set for screenshots in ReShade. (It typically defaults to the folder where your game is installed).

4. Extra fine-tuning

There are a couple of ways to enhance screenshots in BG3 even further.

The first way is through using ICGS Depth of field. This tool will allow your sceenshots to minic depth of field the same way cameras IRL can do it it—it makes for some beautiful screenshots, and I'm seriously impressed by how well it replicates that look. The author gives a tutorial on how to get it working—I know it seems complicated, but follow it step-by-step and play around, it'll come to you very soon!

The other tool that I just found recently is Relight for ReShade. This tool allows you to add some lighting on a character, which I thought was so cool. Here's a tutorial for this, too.

5. Post-Processing

This step is entirely up to your own creativity, but I just thought I'd share Photopea as a good, free software (that you don't even need to download) to help you edit your photos. It basically works exactly like photoshop!

Ok that's it for all but I think I will continue to update this post and add to it whenever I find anything helpful :)

& Thank you to all the wonderful mod authors out there for creating all this software and allowing us to take beautiful images, it makes me so happy !!

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 10 - Probably should read ch1 first

Gun has a new neighbour. Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

Gun doesn’t think of them as love letters.

Everything that he has written or typed, more a statement of fact rather than him dwelling too much on the words. 

He tells you he thinks about you because he does.

He tells you he misses you because he does.

He tells you you have a hold on him because you do.

Gun’s train of thought, as he admits that he misses you - a startling vulnerability that he has never exposed or felt before, does not follow his usual logic. 

He thinks having it spoken, not written, makes it less of a weakness. Simply because it’s less tangible. Invisible.

A confession made all the more intimate spoken in the dead of night. Travelling hundreds of miles, across seas and valleys and fields, to reach your ears.

Which makes everything he does, all the more romantic. Because Gun Park does it without thinking, without logic. 

He just is. Innately so.

An unforeseen characteristic that only you could tease out.

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You read and re-read the messages until you could recite them, imagine his fingers gliding over the screen when he has something to tell you.

Scan over the images, inspecting each and every pixel. A glimpse into this side of his life that you’re not privy to but he is slowly inviting you in. 

Listen to the voice message so much that you think you would be able to pick out his sigh like you can his handwriting; the timbre and inflection and articulation as unique as a fingerprint.

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The day of Gun’s return draws nearer.

You find yourself staying at his place later and later. Eventually sleeping over every night, curled up on the sofa like a cat. 

In case you hear the click of the front door, the footsteps, that sigh. 

Every small noise makes you jump.

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8:37pm

They finally concluded all business.  Everything went to plan, everything running to schedule.

Gun and Goo didn’t even make it back to the hotel for a night of rest.

Instead, they climb into the car, racing to Seoul and chasing the sun across the sky as darkness and starlight followed. Roads turned from dusty tracks into tarmacked lanes and then super highways.

Your texts start to come through at once.

“Is that Y/N?” the curious blonde tries to peer over.

“Focus on the road.” 

Gun’s voice comes out amused without meaning to. He couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he scrolls through your messages.

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Even though he mentioned he would not be able to contact you, your fingers still twitch when anything, no matter how minute, happens or a random thought pops into your head - Gun being the first person you want to tell.

You draw back at first, not wanting to bombard him with messages when he is unable to receive them.

In the end, you give in.

Besides, you reason, it's nice to know when someone is thinking about you.

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10:48pm

Goo feels the eyes burning into the side of his head. Had felt it for probably a good minute how. It's unnerving.

"Can't you drive any faster?" Gun growls.

“What you in such a rush for?"

“...”

“I’m not going to drive any faster with you glaring at me, you bastard!”

“...”

“Stop looking at me!”

"..."

Ugh. Goo presses down on the accelerator.

The speed increases from 120kmh to 130, ticking up to 140... 150... 160 and higher still.

"You're paying for any speeding fines!"

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Gun never thought he would fall for someone.

And never that the way to his heart is through his stomach.

Because even with the push and pull of your blossoming relationship, that was how it all started wasn’t it?



He realised fully how he felt about you, the depths of his affection, with the first picture he sent, when he said that your food tastes better.

It’s the truth.

Goo had declared his meal the most delicious thing he has ever had in his mouth with a suggestive waggle of the brows.

To Gun it was bland and tasteless. Goo, in disbelief, stole a bite from his plate then looked at him like there was something severely wrong with him.

Maybe there is.



Each time he read a message from you, it was a dopamine hit straight to his brain and his heart.

Something to look forward to after a long day.

Gun doesn’t remember ever feeling so tired with work, especially not when there is the thrill of a fight waiting just around a corner.

Now all his thoughts are invaded by you.

He lies in bed awake at night wondering what you are doing.

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12:35am

"I've been driving non stop for 4 hours man!"

"..."

"Either we pull in at the rest stop or I piss on you. You choose."

Gun doesn't want to test him. Usually one to be so meticulous about his car but the blonde menace might just really do it. The possibility is, worryingly, not at zero.

"Just hurry the fuck up."



Gun can barely believe it. Usually one to bide his time and wait, to lament the end of fights and violence; now he's rushing home to see you.

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The business trip was nothing short of a complete success.

They’ve expanded HNH’s influence, secured a promising business partner and pocketed themselves a pretty penny.

Goo had even made himself a secret friend. He thought for sure he was going to have to fight Gun for them, the person fitting all their criteria:

Excellent fighter with ample raw talent, patient and shrewd, the fun side of mentally unwell.

"Wanna flip for them?" Goo nudged his partner.

"You can have them."

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1:01am

There's a convenience store selling bouquets when they stop.

As Gun waits for Goo, he wonders if this will be too much.

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1:15am

"Huh. Gun Park pulling out all the stops? I never thought I'd see the day."

Goo comments on the bouquet as soon as he sees it. Gun ignores him, studying the flowers in his hands. He nearly went for red roses until he saw the pink camellias.

It's the same shade as your lips.

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2:18am

Goo pulls up with a screech outside the building, streets empty and only the sound of his engine purring filling the early morning air.

"Don't say I never do anything for you, you bastard."

"...Thanks."

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2:24am

Gun spots your shoes in the hallway.

Had wanted to bang on your door anyway despite the early hours. Held back just enough to collect his thoughts. This just makes it easier.

He takes his own shoes off and softly lowers his duffle bag, holds the flowers in his hand feeling like a fool with their first crush.

Which is true, he supposes.

The apartment smells like you, your scent lingering in the air. Sweet and fragrant.

With quiet, measured steps, he strides through his home. Something in him knows where you are. Senses your presence like it calls out to him.

Gun sees you fast asleep on the sofa. Wrapped in a blanket and remote control held loosely. In the background, the TV hums, low and almost muted. Casting everything in artificial light.

He plucks the remote from your hand, rests it and the camellias on the floor. 

You stir at the disturbance.

“Gun?” you murmur, sitting up, trying to see if it really is him.

“I’m back.” He tucks your hair behind your ear with a gentle hand.

You blink the sleep out of your eyes until they adjust and focus. 

Gun Park. 

That face and company you have so dearly missed.

“Hi,” you whisper, shy and face blooming under the intensity of his gaze. 

“Hi.” 

The moment is desperately sentimental and soft and everything that Gun isn’t, but completely is with you. 

"These are for you," and he nods at the bouquet on the floor and you burn crimson. 

Pink camellias. Longing. You wonder if Gun even realised. But even if he didn't... he got flowers. For you. You don't know what to do with how full your heart is.

"T-thank you."

Gun gives you a small smile, the one that makes his eyes crinkle and light up, and you smile back. That smile he has missed more than he thought he was capable of.

His eyes drop and follow the curve of your lips, the slant of your mouth.

He can’t resist. 

Gun curls his hand under your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, feeling your small intake of breath as you gasp.  He has never wanted anyone, anything more.

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper as Gun leans his forehead against yours.

“Me too.” 

You glance up from his lips to find his black eyes staring back. 

What should have been intimidating from the start, yet you never thought it was. How can you ever find them intimidating when he looks at you like you’re everything.

Gun tilts forward, just slightly. 

Enough to slot your mouths together. A tender caress of the lips. 

Tentative, like you’re fragile and could break any second. Like this is fragile and could break any second.

This will never do, you think.

So you kiss back with all the energy you have, throwing your heart into it, desperate and a little messy-

Until Gun matches you beat for beat. Smiling and humming against your lips.

Until he’s the one taking charge. Kissing you deep and passionate as you hit the back of the sofa, arms wrapping around you. Rough and a different type of desperate, teeth nipping at your lips.

Gun wants you and he wants this and-

He pulls back, leaving you chasing and whining. 

He’s got so much on this, so much to lose. He’s never been in this position before.  Never wanted something so at odds with everything he has ever known. 

Never done this before, feeling a fear that he's not sure he likes.

His gaze pierces into your soul.

“I need this to be real.” 

Is that all? 

And you tell him,

"It is. This was real from the very beginning."

Your pour everything into the next kiss and Gun has no choice but to believe you.

[deanwritings]

FwB: Chapter 1 - The Proposition

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: FwB - Friends with Benefits.

After walking in on Y/N following a fun encounter, Dean and Y/N decide it would be beneficial and much easier to use each other for their needs. But can they keep it just about sex?

FwB - Master List

Word Count: 3,283

Warning: Smut (in case the title was not obvious) and 18+ themes and language.

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A/N: Just one of those fun little storylines that popped into my head. Enjoy ;)

Putting the Read More's early since it's 18+ content

"Mhmmm," you hum, curling into yourself as you rest on the cool sheets of the motel bed. The man of the hour was re-buttoning his shirt and pulling his pants back on as you relaxed into the mattress. 

"How do you take your coffee?" His voice is light as his eyes roam your still naked body. You take a deep breath, the spot in between your thighs still throbbing from your truly breath-taking encounter.

"Light, with milk please," your voice is soft, still not having fully recovered from its overuse last night and this morning. Twice.

He nods his head, giving you one last, lingering look, a smile wide on his face, before he steps out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

You roll onto your side, your knees slightly tucked and your chin resting in your hand, staring at the pastel wallpaper thinking about how you ended up here.

You weren't really the type of person who had one sight stands. You typically liked to share this experience with someone you knew and trusted, but after months of hunting, and no relationships in sight, your vibrator was starting to get old and you were really missing the real thing.

So, you decided to sneak out after Dean and Sam's lights had shut off in their room, and headed to the local bar where you met Jordan; a nice-looking man, probably within a five-year age range of yourself, who caught your attention as soon as you walked in. It took you a few drinks to work up your courage, but you invited him back to your room, and as you laid here thinking about it, you were so happy you had.

You hear the door click open behind you and you slightly turn your head to the noise.

"Well that was --"

"Hey Y/--"

"Dean!" You screech, the hunter appearing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open and not a single sound coming out as his hand falls off the doorknob, his eyes roaming over your naked figure. 

"Stop looking" You scream at him again, one hand going to cover your breasts as the other desperately reaching for the kicked up comforter.

"I--" Dean's voice gets stuck in his throat and nothing else comes out.

You finally manage to grab the blanket and pull it around you, effectively covering yourself as you stand from the bed.

"What the fuck, Dean? Did you get hit in the head and forget how to knock?" You screech, your hands tightening around the scratchy comforter protecting your modesty.

"Wha--no,” He stutters before closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I know how to knock.” He finds his voice and his eyes pop open again. “I wasn't expecting you to be laid out naked on the bed!" Dean's voice is an octave higher than usual as he throws his hands towards the bed you had been lounging on.

You just glare at him and he rolls his eyes as his  hands slap against his legs. 

"I was coming to get you as check out was ten minutes ago and Sam and I have been waiting for you." His deep voice returns, a hint of annoyance to it now.

Your head whips to the digital clock by the bedside, the large, red letters reading 10:14.

Shit. You got so caught up in this morning's activities you completely forgot you were supposed to meet the boys at the car by 10am.

"Why are you naked anyways?" Dean's voice brings your gaze back to him, his brow furrowed and lips frowning at you as he looks you over, not in a checking you out sort of way, but trying to answer his own question. 

Before you can answer, the answer appears in the doorway behind Dean, two paper coffee cups in his hand.

Dean turns towards the sound, and Jordan's blue eyes look over Dean, before looking to you.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asks cautiously, and you can practically see his thoughts.

"Who are you?" Dean questions as he straightens out, and Jordan takes a step back.

"Look dude, I had no idea she had a boyfriend," he raises his hands up, still holding the coffee cups.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"I'm not her boyfriend," You and Dean say in perfect unison.

Another set of footsteps echoes off the concrete landing of the second floor, and suddenly, a larger man appears behind Jordan.

"Everything okay here?" Sam peeks into the room, a mix of confusion and laughter in his brown eyes as he takes in the scene of you wrapped in a faded pink comforter, Dean standing a few steps into the room, looking between you and Jordan, and a nervous-looking Jordon who just wanted to bring you some coffee before you said goodbye.

"For fuck's sake can you two give me five minutes of privacy!" You order the Winchesters.

Sam's eyes go wide as he coughs back a laugh but just nods his head, disappearing from your view.

Dean just looks between you and Jordan, his gaze lingering on Jordon for just a moment longer, before he silently leaves your room, Jordan stepping out of his path.

Once the sound of footsteps disappears, Jordan finally steps inside the room and closes the door behind him.

"Friends of yours?" Jordan asks with a light smile as he reaches out to hand you your coffee, his body visibly relaxed now that Dean is gone.

"More like co-workers," you nod a thanks as you take the cup from him and take a sip.

You had mentioned to Jordan that you were a private detective when he asked about your occupation last night. It wasn't a total lie; a lot of your work was similar to that of a PI, but you were typically investigating monsters instead of cheating partners and missing teenagers.

"Ah," Jordan tsks and takes a sip of his own coffee as a silence falls over you.

Now came the awkward part. This being, really, your second-ever, one-night-stand, you weren't really sure what to do next. Last time you had one, you had snuck away while the guy was still sleeping, so there was no need to say "goodbye."

"Guess I better get going." You break the quietness of the room, and Jordan nods.

"Thank you for last night," you smile. "And this morning." This gets a chuckle out of both of you and Jordan's gaze falls down to his feet.

For a brief moment, you wonder what it would be like to date him; a normal man with a normal job, in a quiet, little town that now had one less ghost problem. He was funny and seemed very genuine. He wasn't the type of guy you pictured would take a woman home for just one night of fun, but you thought the same about yourself. In another life, where two infamous hunter brothers weren't waiting for you, you picture yourself dating Jordan, and your smile falls at the thought.

"Well if you ever happen to be in the area," his blue eyes find yours again. "I hope you'll look me up." He smirks and your smile finds its way back.

"I definitely will."

A few minutes later, you're fully dressed and your packed duffle is slung over your shoulder as you approach Dean leaning against Baby's hood, and Sam sitting in the passenger seat with his laptop open.

"So that was you last night?" Dean hums with a shit-eating smirk. You stop in your tracks and ball your fist before landing it against his shoulder, barely phasing the large man. "Sounded like fun."

"Shut it," you mumble, continuing your path to the trunk and throwing your bag inside, Dean's laughter following you before you hear the driver door shut.

"Sounded like fun," you mock, slamming the trunk shut with a little extra force before climbing into the back of the Impala.

Nine hours later, the trio finally returned home to the bunker.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, Y/N hightailed it to her room, Dean's gaze following her movements, his eyes glued to her ass.

He couldn't stop thinking about how he found her this morning; lounging naked on the bed, her tits sitting perky on her chest and her smooth thighs positioned just well enough over each other that he couldn't see what was between them.

Mix that in with the noises he had heard last night and twice this morning, he'd be lying if he said he didn't have a wet dream after he fell asleep listening to the satisfied moans from the woman next door. He had just assumed it was the room on the other side of theirs. He never imagined they would be coming from Y/N's room.

To say the trip home was uncomfortable was an understatement. He tried to keep himself distracted by listening to Sam ramble about some potential cases, but he was pretty much fighting off a semi most of the drive. He would be able to calm himself with memories from his childhood, or some of their more nasty cases, like the bugs from years ago, but a glance into his rearview mirror would undo it all with one look at you.

Maybe he should have gone out to get laid last night, too. Hell, he would have been happy to scratch that itch for you had he known.

It wasn't like he was oblivious to your looks. Yes, you were his friend, and a badass hunter, but you were also a beautiful woman with eye-catching curves and gorgeous Y/E/C eyes.

He had definitely thought about it before, he'd be a fool not to, but he never let his mind wander too far before he made things weird in his own mind.

But hey, if you were game, maybe you could help each other out.

It had been a long time since he had gotten any; he had been too tired to even try after their last few hunts, and he had been avoiding his usual spot in Lebanon after his last hook up, Annie or Dani, or whatever her name was, had become a stage five clinger after their night together.

But what had surprised Dean most about this morning, well maybe not most, was that you had gone out for a hookup. In the year or so you had been living with the boys, Dean had never seen you go home with anyone or take anyone home. He had of course thought it was odd, a girl as beautiful as you keeping to yourself whenever you went out, but it wasn't any of his business and he kept his focus on his own needs instead.

But maybe you were hooking up, and just keeping it under wraps. If Dean hadn't walked in on you today, he would have never known about your night out.

Either way, after this morning's show, Dean wouldn't be able to control his thoughts about you anymore. It had been better than anything he tried not to imagine.

So he wanders down the hall until he's at your door and rasps his knuckles against the wood.

"What!" Your muffled voice responds. There's still a hint of annoyance from earlier and it makes Dean smile.

"Got a sec?" Dean raises his voice just a bit so you can hear him through the divider.

A beat passes before the doorknob shifts and you appear in the doorway.

"Congratulations on remembering how to knock," Y/N sneers as her arm rests upwards against the door. Dean starts to smile at the attitude, but quickly licks it away as Y/N stares him down.

"Can I come in?" Dean glances over your head into your room. Y/N purses her lips and squints her eyes, trying to figure out what he wants before she makes her decision.

"Fine," she huffs and steps aside, allowing him into the room.

Dean steps inside and glances around the room, set up identically to all the other bunker rooms, though decorated with pictures of Y/N's friends and the few members of family she has left. Her opened duffle was on the bed and clothes partially hung out it, Dean clearly having interrupted her unpacking.

“What do you want, Dean?” Y/N sighs as she closes the door behind him. “I swear to god if it has to do with this morning, I’m going to kick your ass.” She narrows her eyes and she turns to fully face him. 

Dean looks down and licks his lips. This was probably a bad idea, but he wasn’t really thinking. Not with his upstairs brain at least. 

"So, don't shoot me,” Dean lifts his hands up in defense before he even gets the words out, and her eyes crinkle as she squints at him, anticipating his words. “But, uh, it is about this morning." Dean smiles tightly, already anticipating her reaction as she huffs and her arms fall to her side.

"Get out!” She shouts as she points to the door. 

“Y/N –”

“No! Let’s not act like this morning wasn’t the most embarrassing moment of my life, but you feel the need to keep rubbing it in my face.” She steps towards him, now pointing to herself as she draws closer.

“And I don’t see what the big deal is, anyways?” Her arms now fly out to her side. “It’s not like you and Sam don’t do the same thing. So why does it have to be a thing when I do?” She spits, her chest heaving with her words, and Dean’s eyes linger a little too long, thinking about what’s underneath her shirt. 

“Dean!” She snaps his attention back to her raging Y/E/C eyes. 

“It doesn’t!” His tone suddenly matches her, not because he’s mad, but because he got caught ogling her and forgot why she was yelling in the first place. So his natural instinct was to yell back. 

“It doesn’t,” he holds his hands up and corrects his tone. He clears his throat and shakes his head. This conversation was getting away from him.

“There’s no shame in it, and I’m not here to make fun of you.” He watches as her shoulders relax, but she keeps her eyes narrowed at him. 

“Then what do you want, Dean?” Her voice is crisp, and he realizes if he doesn’t get to his point in the next few seconds, she was going to either kick him out or stab him. Knowing her, she’d probably go for the knife first. 

"What would you think about an arrangement?" He raises his eyebrows with a slight nod, hoping his stressed word would tell her exactly what he was thinking. 

But Y/N's brows furrow and she frowns.

"An arrangement?" She echos with confusion, her eyes looking upwards like the answer is on her forehead. 

Dean looks away and folds his lips. Maybe that wasn't the best term.

Time to bite the bullet and lay it all out.

“What do you think about a friends with benefits situation?” His eyes lock on hers, and his heartbeat is steady as he stares her down, studying her reaction.

Her body immediately shifts, her hip popping out and her head cocking to the side as her mouth hangs open. 

"You’re asking to be fuck buddies?" Her E/Y/C eyes sparkle in disbelief.

Dean’s heart begins pounding. He can’t tell if her reaction is positive or negative. She was typically very easy to read; she wore her heart on her sleeve and she rarely hid her emotions. You would know if she was pissed as her screams echoed through the bunker, or if she was in a good mood as she danced down the hallways, humming along to whatever was blaring through her headphones. Like the rest of them, she hid the hurt, but the rest of her emotions were easy to tell. 

Not this time though. 

Dean takes a deep breath and his tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, the confidence he felt a few moments ago now wavering. 

“Look, if it’s not your thing, fine. No hard feelings, no jokes, we’ll pretend this conversation never happened.” He tilts his head towards her. “But I’ve noticed hookups don’t really seem to be your thing, so if you don’t want to go through the trouble of sneaking out to meet someone,” her head dips and her eyes find the wall closest to her. “I’d be more than happy to help you out.” 

A beat passes before she finally looks away from the wall and back at him. His lips quirk into a smile. Not cocky, not trying to charm her, but a true, genuine smile.  

“Obviously you don’t need to answer now, or really ever, but you know where to find me.” He gives her one last lingering look before gently brushing past her and out the door, closing it quietly behind him.

He takes a step to the side, away from the door, and lets his body relax against the cold concrete as he lets out a deep breath he didn’t realize had built in his lungs.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but he figures that went as well as it could have. She didn’t shoot or stab him, or tell him off, so that had to be a good thing, right?

With a glance over his shoulder, he looks at the door, as if she may appear there, but several seconds go by and nothing changes. 

With that, he pushes off the wall and heads back to his own room. He had left his duffle in the trunk of Baby, but figured at this point he could grab it tomorrow. 

He heads to the kitchen, quickly finding a cold beer in the fridge and popping the cap off before heading back to his room as he takes his first few sips. 

Typically after a hunt, everyone retreated to their rooms to decompress in their own way, and after today, Dean was going to need some much needed alone time with his right hand and his stack of Busty Asian Beauties. Specifically, Mikka on page 17 of volume 84.

Walking into his room, Dean kicks off his shoes and places his beer down on the desk across from his bed as he replaces his jeans with his gray sweats. He stripes off his dirty shirt, tossing it straight into the hamper and goes to his drawer to pull out a shirt for the night when there’s a knock on the door. 

His heart jumps as his eyes shoot to the doorway. 

What are the chances it’s Y/N?

He licks his lips as he stares at the door. Chances are slim to none. It’s probably Sam wanting to go over one of the cases he was talking about on the drive home, but in case it isn’t, he drops the shirt he had picked up back into the drawer.

He strides over to the door and takes a deep breath, his eyes looking high as he opens the door, but finds nothing. 

He can’t help the smile that appears on its own as his eyes quickly shoot down to find Y/N standing in his doorway. 

Her Y/C/H hair falls over her coral sleep shirt that has a much deeper V then the shirt she wore this morning. Dean’s eyes immediately find her cleavage, and he feels his heart nearly stop when he realizes her nipples are poking through the thin fabric.

His jaw clenches as his teeth grind against each other, and his semi suddenly returns. 

“I’m in.”

Keep Reading - Chapter 2

For my forever tags, I didn't tag you for this as I will not tag anyone unless you ask/consent due to the sexual nature of this story. So if you want to be tagged drop a comment or shoot me a message (goes for anyone!)!

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@iprobablyshipit91 @recoveringpastaaddict

[desklamper]

do you have any advice or tips on how to make object assets? love ur work btw!!

Thank you very much! I take a bit of pride in my craft and I'm gonna show all of you kiddos at home how to make assets like me!

Lets start with this Example Object!

the humble dry-erase marker!

First, I break it down to it's simplest shapes in INKSCAPE.

Don't worry if your object looks too complex, just getting a general shape with points where they need to be is good enough! In this example, the basic shapes are simple and geometrical, with some slight curving on the marker body itself!

(tip, dragging lines using the node tool curves them)

Now that i have my parts, I'll assemble them and organize their layers.

Now, we select the colors we want, for this example, I want this marker to be Blue, so I'mma make some of these outlines reflect this. I'm also going to make the marking tip thing a solid color, taken by that one cap-less marker asset,

Now, I'll make basic fills, I usually duplicate the outlines (Command+D/ Ctrl+D) Remove the outlines, and set the fill.

It's okay to re-adjust some stuff too! Don't be afraid to do so!

Here comes shading! Some general tips!

When shading, stay consistent! keep shadows aligned based on your light source! In this example, my light source is on the Right.

For highlights, never make sure they fit with the colors ur using, like using a light blue for the highlight on this cap.

If u really wanna be fancy, You can also use gradients to shade, just don't overdo it!

Lemme just shade the base off screen!

Pro tip! COLOR CHOICE IS kinG!!! Take this logo for example

I personally would not give it this color because it takes too much attention away from the face In my opinion, It works, but, Its honestly up to personal preference

with this kind of color, you are still acknowledging the existence of the logo, but, it's not taking too much attention from the face, Either works!!! It just based on taste! (I also manually added an outline for the logo)

I then duplicate the asset layer and take the cap off in case i want just the cap or the marker without the cap.

then, i open the document properties tab (File>Document Properties) and click on "Resize to Content". I also tick off the "Checkerboard" Setting for the background

I finally export as a PNG in case i need to use it as a PNG! I set the size to about 2.5 times the size for higher resolution and quality!

And there we have it!

A Dry-Erase Marker!

Hope my tutorial was understandable and easily digestable!

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Prompt: “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!”

Pairing: JackBucky

[My years of very vivid dreams finally coming in handy for post-war nightmares. Yay?]

Bucky's ahead of him, turning back to smile at Jack. Jack smiles in return, enjoying the view of Bucky wearing his jacket. Enjoying the feel of Bucky's sheepskin on his own shoulders.

"Get back here!" Jack calls when Bucky runs forward. He jogs to keep up, and just as he reaches Bucky, the ground disappears, and they're falling into a void. 

"Jack," Bucky says, and Jack's coat is shredding around Bucky. Bucky's coat is staining red. "Jack, I'm going up again." 

"No!" Jack shouts and reaches out, but Bucky's suddenly jerked upwards, eyes on the sky where bombs are falling. Jack keeps falling, and soon he's surrounded by bombs. Bucky's going  higher and higher, bombs exploding against him. Each time one hits, another part of Bucky's sheepskin turns red. 

"Bucky!" Jack shouts. "Bucky!" He tries to push himself upwards somehow, but there's nothing to hold onto in the void. "Bucky! I'm coming!"

"Wake up!"

Jack whips his head around. It sounds like Bucky's voice is right by his ear. But Bucky's above him, getting smaller and smaller, obscured by bombs and smoke. 

"Wake up! You're having a nightmare!" 

Jack looks up where Bucky's getting even smaller. "Bucky!"

"WAKE UP." 

Jack's shaken so hard his teeth click together as he comes to. "I'm here," he says. Bucky shakes him again, hands tight on Jack's shoulders. "Bucky! I'm here!" 

Bucky goes still. He's hovering over Jack, sweaty and terrified in the light from his bedside lamp. "Jesus fuck," Bucky  mutters, his hands not loosening on Jack's shoulders. "Jesus, are you okay? Are you okay? What do I–I should get you a blanket–"

"Bucky," Jack says. He reaches up and grips Bucky's wrists, rubs his thumbs over Bucky's tendons to ground them both. "It's okay. I'm okay."

Bucky stares at Jack, then breathes out hard. "Yeah," he says. "Okay." His grip loosens, then he turns his hands so he can hold onto Jack's fingers. "You were yelling."

Jack manages to sit up. His pajama shirt is stuck  to his back with sweat. He lets  go of Bucky's hands  so he can pull it off. The cool air of the bedroom makes him shiver. Bucky flops onto his butt and pulls at Jack, maneuvering him until Jack's cradled against his front. 

"I'm okay, Bucky," Jack says, smiling a little as Bucky hugs him tightly. "Just a nightmare."

"You don't usually have them," Bucky mumbles. "I don't think you've ever had one."

Jack thinks back. "No, I guess not," he says. He presses his cheek to Bucky's collarbone and breathes in deep, smelling Bucky's sweat and soap. Bucky kisses his forehead and rubs his hands up and down Jack's body. One hand on Jack's arm, the other on his leg. His hands feel heavy and wonderful. Safe.

"Don't like you taking my job, Jack," Bucky says, trying to sound amused, but he just sounds scared.

"Unless it's Air Exec," Jack replies, and he's rewarded with Bucky snorting. He looks up, and Bucky meets his gaze. 

"It's okay," Jack says, reaching up to touch Bucky's face. "I'm awake. You're here."

Bucky smiles a little. "Can't get rid of me."

Jack closes his eyes and turns so he can kiss Bucky's shoulder. "You have no idea how glad I am about that," he says. 

"Even with the nightmares?" Bucky asks. 

Jack doesn't know if he means the one Jack's just had or the repeated ones Bucky deals with on a regular basis. It doesn't matter. The answer is the same. "Even with the nightmares," he says and loops an arm around Bucky's waist.

"You need fresh pajamas," Bucky says. "I should re-make the bed like you always do when I have a nightmare. You could take a shower. I could make you a cup of tea or get you some whiskey or–"

"You're here," Jack says, understanding to his bones Bucky's need to help in some very tangible way. But Jack does all the things Bucky's just listed because Bucky needs them when he wakes up from his nightmares. He needs clean pajamas and fresh sheets and a hot shower and a shot of whiskey to remind himself he's not in his nightmares. Not in the Stalag. Not dirty and cold and forever terrified one of the boys will die on him.

Maybe Jack will need those things one night, if another nightmare gets him. But what he needs right now is what he didn't have in his dream: Bucky within reach, alive and warm and safe. He shifts and turns, drapes himself along Bucky's front with his knees on either side of Bucky's hips. 

"I need this," he says, dragging his hands along the the shape of Bucky's shoulders and biceps. Feels him real and breathing under his hands. "I need you right here being you, John."

Bucky slides his hands up Jack's back and presses his face against his neck. "Okay," he says. "I'm here, Jack. I'm right here."

[justplainwhump]

Bad pets

Follows seamlessly after this piece on Angel and Lourdes, narrowly escaping recapture... or did they, really??

Developed with and written for @wildfaewhump - I do hope Lourdes is captured (pun not intended) well in this, I love them so much.

Content / warnings : BBU, BBU recapture, creepy whumper, whumper pov, referenced noncon (romantic training), referenced facility whump. Just some nasty people enjoying their nasty job.

Piers Scott was the sort of man others easily considered a bully; which was probably confirmed by how little that reputation bothered him. He was tall, broad around the shoulders, and the sort of heavy that came from strength rather than from fat. Piers could throw most other people around with ease. And he liked doing just that.

To his own surprise and utmost delight, he'd found an employer who paid him well to do exactly what he loved, each day, on the clock. This year would mark his fifteenth anniversary as a WRU handler. He'd started in training Guards, done alright, aided by his ability to instill respect in the trainees; but quickly enough it turned out that he was best suited for the less... refined elements of Romantic training. Many of his colleagues excelled at building trainees up to match the high WRU standards and clients' even higher expectations. But to build them up anew, you first needed someone to tear down what was there.

Piers did that.

He worked in prep protocol, assisted with the delivery of effective punishment, fear-related conditioning, and often enough he got called out on the streets for acquisition or reacquisition jobs.

Usually, these were fun.

Today though, just as he was getting acquainted with their latest target, a tiny, sweet, beautifully fearful stray with huge wide eyes and soft brown skin, some blond bitch in a fancy blue coat had shown up and shushed him off, claiming to be their owner.

He didn't believe one word of it. Little Doe-Eyes had been perfectly designed to the taste of someone, and years of experience made him sure that this someone was not her.

"What a bitch," Fin mumbles next to him, as they step to their van, looking past the pet and their alleged owner. "There's something off about both of them, if you ask me."

The couple is kissing now, in the middle of the road, the pet on their tiptoes, the taller woman leaning in.

"I'd pay to watch them fuck," one of the junior handlers mumbles. "They're both hot."

Piers watches the woman, the way her posture shifts, the way she curves her back and tilts her head. The junior is right, he thinks. They are. And it's not a coincidence.

He scoffs. "Because they've both had Romantic training," he mumbles. "The bitch is just a better liar than the little one."

"Fuck, you're right," Fin hisses, hand flicking to the shock baton at his belt, ready to lurch forward. It's too late. A taxi door slams shut behind them, as they speed off.

"She played us."

Piers pulls his phone from his pocket and with few clicks opens a map. "We can play them right back."

There's a blue dot on the map, where the team are standing in front of the coffee bar. And a red one, moving away from them steadily.

Chuckling, Fin shakes his head and pats Piers' shoulder. "Fucking genius. You put a tracker on them?"

"Little one is bound to stray off again sooner rather than later. I'll gladly be waiting there when they do."

"Well then. Let's see where they go. And put their descriptions in the database, see what comes out. I want to know who they are. Who's looking for them."

If someone's looking for them, Piers thinks. He's known Fin for plenty of re-ac jobs. They do bring in the pets with enough bounty on their heads, or those with desperate enough clients. They don't always bring in the others. Their job is to get strays off the streets and that they do. What happens after, well. There's a long established agreement between Fin and Piers not to talk about any of their favourites going missing.

"Dips on little Doe-Eyes," Piers says, catching his boss' gaze.

Fin smirks and nods, before he looks back on the red dot moving on the map. "Deal. Blondie is mine. And you -" he waves a hand at the juniors. "Just lean back and learn."

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"What do we have?" A day later, Piers is leaning forward in the van, looking over the junior's shoulder on the laptop screen in front of them. They've been letting the junior's take the night shift, keep an eye on the bourgoise brownstone town house the tracker led them to and do their research.

The runaways had been surprisingly careful, letting their cab drive circles, stopping at a busy shopping centre where they presumably changed cars. But they'd been too stupid to notice the tracker Piers had slipped into Doe-Eyes' pocket. Nobody had ever intended to chase them. They just needed to wait.

Right now, the second junior is still staking out the street, while the others are gathered in the van.

"Little one is from Lourdes program," the junior said, pulling up the file. Piers studies their face on the photo. They are delicious. Vulnerable, eager, terrified. He's always been wanting to get his hands on a Lourdes. Seems it is his lucky day after all. "Reported stolen around a year ago. Owner seems to be over them, already ordered replacement number two."

"Lovely," Piers hums. "And the blond one?"

"More secretive. But you've been right, she's a Romantic as well. High security case, custom order, facility 002. Reported on the run since her owner died, but higher-ups weren't interested in making the search public, probably not to draw attention on that pretty face."

Fin has stepped in behind them as well. "Fine with me. Our attention will suffice for both of them." He glances at the house, then back at the screen. "Whose house is this? Doesn't look like a classic pet lib hide out."

"Freckles'." The junior points at the photo of the blond pet. "Made up a fake identity, married the owner, conveniently inherited when he passed just months later. Doe-Eyes moved in after. Nobody else lives there."

"Freckles, huh?" Fin clicks his tongue, reaching out to trace the pet's lips on the screen. "What a naughty, naughty girl. And she's got so much to lose now."

"How do we get in?," Piers asks. "Freckled bitch won't just open the door, and this is the neighbourhood to just pick a lock. Back door could be -"

The side door of the van slides open, and before Piers can even jump up and grab his baton, someone is thrown on the metal floor between them.

Brown skin, barely covered by a strappy black top and a mini skirt. Beautiful black hair. And huge eyes, wide with fear at their sight.

Doe-Eyes. Curling up in respect position even unprompted. "Please," they whimper. "Please, please, please."

Piers sucks in a breath. Fuck. They're even more enticing today than they were yesterday.

"Look what I found." The junior handler jumps in behind the pet, tosses a small black purse to Fin. "Lost little puppy, wandering the street, all alone."

"Well then," Fin laughs, in utmost delight, as he reaches into the purse and pulls out a single key. "Problem solved. I guess we'll walk right in." He kicks the pet in the side, and they wince beautifully, as he flips them over on their back, staring up at the handlers. Fin firmly plants a foot on their chest, as he smiles down on them. "Hello again, Doe-Eyes. Remember us?"

They nod, desperate tears glinting in their lashes. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir, I was a bad pet, I was wrong, I should have been good."

"You can still be good." Fin smiles, the fake winning smile every handler learns to master. "Your friend, though. She's a naughty one, isn't she? She's lied to us. Stolen from us. Pretended to be a person."

The pet shivers, and Fin keeps smiling. "You know what happens to bad pets, don't you? What has to happen?"

Doe-Eyes is trembling under Fin's boot, but they nod nonetheless, even manage to call up a shaking, sweet, apologetic smile in return. They're breathtaking. "Yes, Sir," they whisper and cast their eyes down. "Bad pets get punished."

Yeah, Piers thinks, drowning in their sight. Bad pets get punished.

He knows it's going to be glorious.

[heraldofsomething]

Not my usual content, but here are a few of my favorite pictures from my recent trip to the Grand Canyon (part of the reason I haven't really posted in a while).

I don't have a super fancy camera, but I'm pretty happy with how a lot of my shots turned out, especially after a bit of editing, so I figured I'd share a few.

...and it's probably a good thing I didn't bring a high-end camera, because the one I did take is now full of sand. Lol.

Anyway, click for higher res, etc., etc.

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 3: Horology 🕰️

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Horology (n.)

the science of measuring time

the art of making instruments for indicating time; clockmaking

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I assume real clock-making is rather time-consuming 😉 Making a clock-making-inspired mandala sure was!

...It took more time than I care to admit to come up with that joke. At least the art turned out nice? 😅 Bad puns aside: Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk more about my thoughts/process for this piece ✨

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I'm a little bit conflicted with this one, Sparklers. (But hey, at least I should be getting this one posted a little bit earlier! 🤷‍♀️ ) I am happy with how it came out, and I was pretty excited to see what I could do with the ideas of gears and metal that immediately sprang to mind for this word, however...The act of making said metal and gears ended up being a lot more trouble than I anticipated. 😅 Those emotions are so equally matched it's hard to separate them. The biggest hurdle was the fact that in order to look "right," I had to be more careful about getting curves looking circular-ish and uniform with each other. For full circles, that's generally not so bad. For semi-circles and arcs, it tends to be a big pain. 🙃

It also didn't help that I chose to make the outer ring of gear teeth a size that was really "too small" for Procreate's symmetry tool to help me out as much as I needed it too. So I also had to be more careful with those as I worked me way across what area the symmetry tool wouldn't fill in for me. The background was a bit more challenge than I expected, too. If anyone remembers how I mentioned yesterday I had decided some spot color "within" the mandala lines is okay but I still want to keep things loose: This one definitely pushed the boundaries on that. I tried leaving things more abstract, but I kept going back and re-defining certain color areas because it felt wrong otherwise.

I think that's a conflict between the general clockmaking concept and the abstract nature of how I'm approaching these prompts; Clockmaking, or at least the physical components needed to do it, is so very rigid and precise. Although, on the other hand, there's a kind of irony in that, isn't there? Since the way we humans measure time is something we made up—it's pretty arbitrary as far as nature is concerned.

...I seem to be wandering away from talking about the art and into higher concepts I am really not an expert in. 😅 Let me try to get this derailed train of thought back on track...

My point was that it felt like I needed more color, placed more carefully, to help with the definition between the different gear and cog pieces. This was not helped by how a lot of the images I kept seeing when I looked up clock/watch insides did usually have pieces that stood out because they were differently colored metal. Two related asides: 1. I apologize to anyone that does work with watch/clock components and may be getting a headache from my lack of proper vocabulary to describe said parts...Or the general lack of sense the "clock parts" I tried to draw here make compared to the actually insides of a time-telling machine. Many, many artistic liberties were taken! 2. I do actually kind of recommend looking up watch/clock insides sometime when you get a chance if you're not familiar with what that looks like; I found a lot of the pictures oddly soothing for reasons I don't fully understand. But even so—A lot of them are pretty even though I don't think they're trying to be. The screws on this one make me think of tiny gemstones! [I did consider adding some spots of color to background to mimic that jewel-like feel I just mentioned, but ultimately I didn't want to over-complicate the color palette.]

Anyway, going back to the lines/mandala portion for a moment: I knew going in that the fact I'm taking up the center for the word definitions would make a time/clock-themed one more difficult. After all, one of the primary things you think of with those concepts are the clock hands in the center of a clock face. Usually, even if you don't read analogue clocks that often that's still true!

For that reason, while I normally make the mandalas from the inside-out (aside from adjustments/tweaks that happen later), this time I started more on the outer edge. The clock hands hanging out there were still one of the very last things, but the gear teeth and general round "clock border" were the first and I more or less worked my way inward.

And at a certain point I realized so far I really just had a "gears" or industrial-themed mandala that showed no hints of being tied to clocks specifically. 😅 You can see from that, I ended up opting to put roman numerals in the 4 primary "clock" positions—12, 3, 6, 9. If I'd had room, I might have gone for the full set of 12, but by that time (ha-ha) I'd spent way too long making those four "gear spoke" semi-circle things that hang over right where most of the other numerals would go and I was not of a mind to either re-do or erase them. 😵‍💫 I then spent way too long trying to figure out how to "compensate" and fill the "clock face" just a little bit more because the big 4 numerals weren't quite enough for me. It's not very exciting but I landed on just some small lines—Tick marks, you might say. 😃 You may also notice that, true to something else I said yesterday, this is now the first example of one of the Obscutober mandalas in black rather than white. I did start out with it in white, but as I was moving into work on the background I thought the white was coming off a little too "soft" or too much like the mandala was glowing. Black felt like a better fit for the illusion of depth and the more "rigid" feel overall.

Although while I was in the process of changing the lines from white to black, I was very tempted to leave it in a half-state where some of the uppers layers were in black and the lower ones were still white. That got vetoed for consistency's sake, but it did cause me to go back and play with some of the contrast in the background a little more to kind of echo the idea.

I was also very tempted to try dark brown or sepia lines for this one, but, say it with me: I decided not to to keep things simple and consistent.

The final product doesn't necessarily look that much like what I originally had in mind...But to be fair, my original vision was pretty fuzzy. At least unlike yesterday, there isn't too much I feel like I'd change or do all that differently if I had to do it over.

I do hope I can say at least that much about tomorrow's piece—Tomorrow is shaping up to be a busy day in my offline life, so I'm a little bit concerned about how I'm going to fit Obscutober in...But that's a key point of the challenge, right? 😅

There's definitely a joke in here somewhere about "use your time wisely," but I can't quite put it together, so you Sparklers will have to think on it and let me know if you can figure one out. 😉 Until tomorrow, Sparklers... 🤗

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[wonheartzz]

BE MY PROM DATE? — PARK SUNGHOON

PROFILES 1 : WELCOME TO DECELIS ACADEMY !

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founded in 1964, decelis academy remains one of the best high schools in seoul and the nation: ranked #1 private school in seoul, #5 high school in seoul, and #11 high school in korea. students must pass the bar exam with a score of 88 or higher in order to attend the academy. everyone here, from staff to students to parents, all try their best to maintain the values of this school and strive to keep the academy’s academic ranking.

CLICK TO MEET THE STUDENTS !

STUDENT ID #211043899 : PARK SUNGHOON

DETAILS. despite his good looks, sunghoon isn’t very popular. he is however well-known throughout the school for his handsome appearance and being friends with jake sim and jay park, two of the most popular juniors. he’s a quiet and private individual, but is a part of the school’s soccer team—although he mostly sits on the bench. he’s ranked #2 in his grade and is notorious for being in almost every honors class.

STUDENT ID #211042375 : JAKE SIM (SIM JAEYUN)

DETAILS. jake moved to korea his last year of middle school, but was able to adapt quickly to the korean school system. he’s the star player of the school’s soccer team and is in the top 10 for his grade. jake is known for being a kind, well-spoken individual, who is also quite the charmer, or so everyone says.

STUDENT ID #211041987 : JAY PARK (PARK JONGSEONG)

DETAILS. jay, or jongseong, is known for his extremely respectful and polite attitude. he would be considered a teacher’s pet if every student at decelis didn’t like him so much. he can be a little hotheaded on the soccer field, but usually ends the game without any yellow cards. ranked #5 of his class, he is also extremely smart, and especially good at debating. everyone at decelis knows the golden boy jay, and everyone loves him.

STUDENT ID #211042344 : KIM JIMIN

DETAILS. jimin is a part of the school choir, usually getting every solo, and known for her vocals. she’s also on her church’s worship team and a dedicated member. she’s quite popular since she’s on the school’s volleyball team and an overall sweet person. jimin has been best friends with l/n y/n since they were babies at church, so most people who talk to her know about y/n.

STUDENT ID #211049772 : KANG TAEHYUN

DETAILS. taehyun is also a part of the school choir, but nobody at church besides his close friends know he sings beautifully (and he’d like to keep it that way). another kid that was born into the church, hence why him, jimin, and y/n are such good friends. he’s incredibly smart—ranked #1 in his class—but little people know. he’s somewhat known in his school, but people don’t know much about him.

STUDENT ID #240883654 : YANG JUNGWON

DETAILS. jungwon is currently the freshman class president and rank #3 of his grade. although he only does taekwondo at the moment, he is an overall athletic individual who many teams want to recruit (e.g. jake with soccer). he usually hangs out with upperclassmen, being considered one of their "adopted freshmen".

STUDENT ID #240881928 : NISHIMURA RIKI

DETAILS. riki is sometimes called ni-ki since there is another riki in his grade, but his friends still call him riki. he moved here this year, but somehow understand korean pretty fluently. he's known for his excellent dance skills, being the youngest member on the school's dance team, all stars. riki mostly hangs out with jungwon and their upperclassmen friends.

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SYNOPSIS. it’s been one semester into junior year, yet y/n is still single and crush-less. desperate for a date to prom, she asks all her friends for help to find one. luckily, y/n’s best friend knows the perfect guy—tall, handsome, smart, funny, and he’s the cute guy from summer camp?! too bad he goes to another school.

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[sarkariresultdude]

Understanding the Bihar Board Online Result System: Key Features and Benefits

 

  Bihar Board Online Result The Bihar School Examination Board (BSEB) is responsible for carrying out examinations for college students in Bihar, India, particularly at the secondary and higher secondary levels. With the growing digitization of training, the procedure of checking consequences has also advanced notably. This article will delve into the web end result machine of the Bihar Board, its importance, and the implications for students and the training gadgets in Bihar.

Introduction to the Bihar School Examination Board

It conducts examinations for the tenth and twelfth grades, ensuring that scholars acquire high-quality schooling and are evaluated fairly. The board additionally oversees the academic curriculum, develops syllabi, and facilitates instructional programs across the kingdom.

Importance of Online Results

In the beyond, students needed to wait for weeks to get hold of their examination effects through conventional methods, which often concerned bodily verification at schools or examination facilities. The creation of online outcomes has revolutionized this procedure, offering numerous benefits:

Accessibility

Students can get the right of entry to their consequences from everywhere with an internet connection, getting rid of the want to travel to colleges or exam centers.

Timeliness

Online results are commonly introduced directly, permitting college students to test their performance right away after the board formally releases the outcomes.

Transparency

The online gadget reduces the chances of discrepancies and mistakes in the end result announcement. Students can confirm their marks independently, leading to more agreement within the examination manner.

Convenience

The online platform can cope with massive volumes of site visitors, enabling college students dads and moms to get entry to effects without lengthy queues or delays.

How to Check Bihar Board Results Online

Checking the Bihar Board consequences online is an honest method. Here’s a step-by-step guide:

Visit the Official Website: Students need to go to the reliable BSEB website (biharboardonline.Bihar.Gov.In) at the result statement day.

Navigate to the Results Section

On the homepage, there is usually a committed segment for examination outcomes. Click on the applicable link for the 10th or 12th-grade outcomes.

Enter Required Information

 Students need to enter precise information, which includes their roll range, registration variety, and date of delivery. This record enables the system to retrieve appropriate effects for the pupil.

Submit the Information

 After coming into the specified details, click on the "Submit" button. The system will technique the facts and display the consequences.

Download or Print

Once the consequences are displayed, college students can download the scorecard or take a printout for Destiny reference.

Understanding the Result Format

The end result sheet typically carries numerous crucial pieces of statistics, together with:

Student Name: The complete call of the candidate.

Roll Number: The unique identity variety assigned to the student.

Subject-clever Marks: The rankings acquired in each subject, often at the side of the maximum marks for every.

Total Marks: The aggregate rating calculated from all subjects.

Grade/Percentage: The typical grade or percent performed by using the scholar.

Status: A skip or fail indication, based on the pupil's performance.

Grading System and Evaluation

The Bihar Board employs a grading machine to evaluate scholars' overall performance. Each issue's marks are transformed into grades, which offer a clearer understanding of the scholar's usual performance. This system encourages students to achieve higher grades while minimizing the stigma associated with failure.

Post-Result Activities: After the effects are declared, several crucial activities are observed:

Re-assessment and Scrutiny: Students who are disappointed with their marks have the option to apply for re-assessment or scrutiny of their answer sheets. This procedure involves a fee and calls for college students to put up an application within a stipulated time.

Admission to Higher Studies

The consequences substantially have an effect on students' next steps, specifically those finishing their higher secondary schooling. Students need to be trying to find admission to schools or universities, frequently primarily based on their overall performance inside the board assessments.

Career Counseling

Many faculties and educational establishments provide counseling sessions for college kids post-results, assisting them in making informed selections approximately their instructional and career paths.

Challenges Faced: Despite the benefits of the online result machine, challenges persist:

Technical Issues: 

On result days, the professional internet site regularly reports heavy visitors, which could result in gradual loading instances or transient outages, frustrating students keen to check their results.

Digital Divide:

 Not all college students have the same get entry to to the net or virtual devices, main to disparities in the potential to check outcomes online. This gap can disproportionately have an effect on students from rural or economically deprived backgrounds.

Fraudulent Activities: 

There have been times of people or corporations attempting to exploit students with the aid of offering unofficial or manipulated outcomes. Students must rely simply on the legitimate BSEB internet site for true effects.

Future of Result Declaration

As generation continues to adapt, the Bihar Board may not forget further improvements to the online result machine, which include:

Mobile Applications: 

Developing devoted cell apps to facilitate easier admission to consequences and educational resources.

SMS Services: 

Implementing SMS-primarily based end result services for college students without net access.

Integrated Platforms: 

Creating a comprehensive educational portal that consists of assets for examination practice, counseling, and more.

[trivialbob]

The more I fly with an airline, the nicer they are to me. I get upgrades and free drinks.

The longer I’m with my cable company the worse they are to me. The price creeps up a few dollars every few months. Oh, I’ll deal with this some other time, but I’m not going to worry about $2 right now. It’s the frog in the pot of water on the stove business model.

Service went out last night. I tried the usual online help/chat.

Q: How many cable boxes are not working?

A: Two

Q: Select which one it is.

There were other similar dead ends. Finally I had enough of “Please unplug your set for 30 seconds” and called a human. Nowadays calling a person isn’t necessarily less aggravating for me than trying to “chat” with a computer, but it couldn’t be worse than the chat.

Many years ago, with AOL dial-up (eeeeeee-awwwwww, boing, boing) service, I had some problem. Via my landline I reached a techie guy in the US who was genuinely eager to help. Maybe it was his first week on the job.

When he said, “Oh Dude! I see the problem! Here’s what we gotta do...” His demeanor made me smile. Some people HATE being called dear, sweetie, or dude, but I sort of like that informality in some settings. A grocery store cashier recently said to me, in a bit of a Southern drawl, “Hey hun, you dropped your card.” It cracked me up.

Today’s help desk person was nice. It’s frustrating to be asked to re-do all the steps I tried on my own. They have a script to stick to; I get it. I can also picture this iknstruction in the script: “Be sure to thank the customer at least every 2 minutes for being one of our valued customers.”

From some research I did online for my particular error code, away from the cable company’s web site, I suspected a billing snafu, despite my last payment posting on time and no new payment being due yet. One brief error message on my TV even indicated something about billing, but I wasn’t able to recreate that message.

I asked the person about billing. “No, no. You’re account is in good standing. And thank you for being one of our valued customers, Mr. Bob.”

Then we waited on the fifth or sixth reboot. She also indicated she was starting the process to “escalate the ticket,” because nothing was solving the problem.

She must have sensed a little frustration on my part, though I was very polite the whole time. She ended up changing something that cut my bill a little and even bumped up internet speed (despite my current speed being awesome already).

I had to acknowledge the billing change via a text she sent me. The moment I clicked Yes my service was immediately restored. I said she no longer need to escalate the ticket to a higher level. She seemed happy the problem was resolved. I bet she wondered what happened too.

It’s not a free drink and more legroom. I appreciate the discount. Except it started with a problem, not because I’ve spent a lot of money there over the years.