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[aventurineswife]

Hi! Could you write anything about Dan Heng's S/O making him laugh and/or smile brightly? Like, not his usual quiet chuckle and a small smile but full on laugh and a wide smile, almost a grin. (I hope it makes sense) And the reader is in awe because they've never seen Dan Heng like that and it feels almost like they're falling in love all over again.

Please and thank you.

“You make me feel like I’m falling in love again”

Summary: While aboard the Astral Express, you attempt to make Dan Heng laugh by introducing a silly plush toy into the mix. To your surprise, you manage to get a full-on laugh and a wide, rare smile from him—something you’ve never seen before. In that moment, you’re reminded of the side of him that is soft and open, and you feel like you’re falling in love with him all over again.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Lighthearted, Character Development, Soft Dan Heng, Rare Smile, Falling in Love over again (I love this trope or whatever it is called 🥺🫶), Established Relationship.

The Astral Express was quiet as it usually was, with the faint hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of paper filling the otherwise calm air. The crew had settled into their usual places, each person wrapped in their own thoughts. You were in the small lounge area, leaning against the table, watching Dan Heng out of the corner of your eye as he sat nearby, quietly reading a book.

You couldn’t help but notice how serene he looked, his usual calm expression ever-present as he read, the only movement being the occasional flick of his page. Despite his calm exterior, there was always something slightly distant about him—a wall he kept firmly up between himself and the rest of the world. It was rare to see him genuinely smile, let alone laugh.

You smiled to yourself, thinking of how long you’d been by his side. You'd seen glimpses of the softer sides of him: the fleeting smiles, the small chuckles that escaped him from time to time, but never anything too intense. He was always so composed, so controlled.

That thought lingered in your mind, and suddenly, an idea struck. You'd seen him smile during small, quiet moments, so what if you could bring out something a little more? You glanced around the room, eyes darting over the pile of old, strange items that had been accumulating near the engine, the odd trinkets that the crew had picked up on their travels. One in particular caught your attention—a small, colorful plush toy that someone (read: March 7th) had left on a nearby shelf.

It wasn’t the most elegant thing, but it was silly and bright, a stark contrast to the usual serious air Dan Heng carried with him. You took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

You quietly reached for the plush toy, sneaking up behind Dan Heng, who was still engrossed in his book. You held the toy up in front of your face, and with a dramatic voice, you declared, “What do you think of my new companion, Sir Cloud-Piercer?”

Dan Heng didn’t respond immediately, his focus still on the book in front of him. But you didn’t give up. You tilted the toy in different directions, trying your best to make the little creature appear as absurdly serious as possible. "It’s very well-behaved, but its skills in battle are questionable," you added, your voice adopting a mock-serious tone.

The silence in the room stretched for a beat, and then, without warning, Dan Heng’s eyes flicked toward you. He blinked, and then—almost imperceptibly—a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. But you didn’t stop. You held the plush higher, waggling it a little. “I’m thinking of naming it ‘Sir Fluffington,’ what do you think?”

And then, to your complete surprise, Dan Heng let out a laugh.

It was loud—louder than you had ever heard him, a sound so unexpected that it caught you off guard. His laugh wasn’t quiet, the usual chuckle he gave when something amused him. This was different. This was genuine, almost free, the kind of laugh you only hear when someone truly feels at ease. His eyes sparkled in that rare way, and his usual controlled demeanor seemed to soften, even for just a moment.

And then came the smile. Not the reserved, small smile you were used to, but a wide, unguarded grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear, a rare display of warmth you hadn't quite witnessed before. His eyes crinkled with amusement, and for a split second, you felt like you were seeing him for the first time—truly seeing him.

You were frozen for a second, taking in the sight of him. The way his expression was so open, so unburdened, it made your heart flutter in your chest. It was like you were falling in love with him all over again. This side of him, so raw and real, was something you didn’t see every day, and it made your stomach twist with happiness.

Dan Heng noticed your expression, his grin faltering slightly as he saw the awe in your eyes. “I didn’t realize you could be so... ridiculous,” he said, his voice still holding the remnants of laughter.

You could only shake your head, a wide smile breaking across your own face. “I’m just glad I could make you laugh like that,” you admitted, your voice a little softer now. “It’s rare to see you so... carefree.”

Dan Heng hesitated for a moment, his expression softening again. “I suppose it’s because I’m with you.” His voice was quieter, and though his smile was more subdued now, the sincerity in it made your heart skip a beat.

You walked over and sat beside him, the plush toy still clutched in your hands. “I never thought I’d get to see you like this,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Dan Heng didn’t say anything for a moment, but his arm brushed against yours as he leaned a little closer, a quiet acknowledgment of your words. The air between you was calm, but it held something deeper now—a connection that was more open than it had been before.

And for once, in this small, quiet moment, you knew that no matter the past or the shadows that haunted him, there was a light in Dan Heng, a warmth he only shared with those he trusted. And you, right now, were one of those people.

You smiled to yourself, watching him as he turned his attention back to the book, but you knew something had shifted, and it made your heart swell.

No, you weren’t just falling in love again. You had already fallen, deeper than before.

[the-psychic-in-me]

Shin Asakura x F!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Spicy level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Just wanted to let you know that I'm an anime watcher, but I'm planning to read the manga as well. I don't mind spoilers, but please excuse me for any inaccuracies. Consider this an AU. You can also find me on ao3 @QueenRos3

This is a continuation of my previous piece. After meeting for the first time, you ended up with Shin's hoodie and with a reason to see him again.

The next day you see a notification pop up and to your delight it's a text from Shin.

He may have been more confident than usual due to some particular thoughts of yours during your first meeting, however, you were blissfully unaware. Just happy that he texted you first.

hi! are you free on friday?

I am after 7pm. Wanna meet for drinks? c:

It didn't take long for you to decide on a place and all that was left was to count the days until you'd meet.

You were able to pass the time with scenarios in your head about what you'd like him to do to you. These ranged from holding hands to more unorthodox activities. Shin, on the other hand, was haunted by your thoughts. It was refreshing to text for a few days as he could just wait for your reply instead of already knowing what you're going to say. But he already knew too much. Way too much for him to be able to pretend like nothing happened.

How is he supposed to take the hoodie back and look at it the same way knowing what you were planning to do wearing it!?

He can only take so much before his brain shuts down.

Although he tried his best to suppress it, he was so excited that he ended up being half an hour early. With nothing to do in front of the bar, before he knew it, Shin found himself smoking. It was weird, it tasted more bitter than last time. It was hard to even remember the last time. Since leaving his old life behind, Shin didn't smoke much anymore. Partly because smoking isn't permitted around the shop, but also because he didn't feel the need for it anymore. However, he was in need to kill some time...

"Hi, Shin! I hope you didn't wait long!" You finally made an entrance.

It took you a few hours to prepare, however you made it look effortless. You tried not to overdo it, but look cute enough to hopefully make Shin's heart skip a bit.

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago. Don't worry!" A white lie never killed anyone.

His comforting smile had the opposite of a calming effect. Shin almost immediately sensed your thoughts since your emotions were pretty intense. But was all... gibberish. At least to Shin. You were having so many thoughts at such a rapid pace that it was hard for him to keep up.

Eventually he was brought back to earth by your voice.

"Here. Thanks again for your help the other day!"

You were holding a paper bag with his hoodie inside. Neatly folded and emanating a lavender aroma due to the scented fabric softener. On top of it you've placed a box of chocolates.

Shin took the bag and was surprised to see the extra item. A part of him was really touched by this. It's not like he's received many gifts before...

"It wasn't a big deal! You didn't have to get me anything!"

"I just wanted to thank you properly. But if you're that bothered by it... You can get me a drink," you wink at him.

I really hope he likes them, you thought to yourself.

"Right, right... I bet you need this after such a long week." He was speaking more for himself. This might have been the longest week of his life and he's been through hitman training.

Suuuuch a long week, you thought to yourself. I really hope the extra fabric softener did the job.

Shin opened the door for you after putting out the cigarette, trying not to choke on the last puff.

You found yourselves a more secluded table and flipped through the menu.

"Sooo what are we thinking? I'm a whiskey kind of gal, but I'd be down for a couple of beers too. Depends how long your week was." You try your best to be understanding, although you'd rather get tipsy fast.

I can't bare to look into his eyes... He's been nothing but sweet and I've been fantasizing about what he'd sound like moaning my name...

"Whiskey it is then." He grips the sides of the menu a little too tight. Only when his fingertips turn white Shine becomes aware of the reflex and lets go.

You order and suddenly the silence becomes dense. Neither of you knows how to start this. Normally, it would've been easy for you, but the alcohol has yet to drown your guilt.

"So, anything eventful this week? I have nothing to talk about unfortunately. The store is usually pretty quiet." He figets with the lighter in his hands.

It's usually quiet and uninteresting, apart from the various hitmen that try to kill his boss. But it's not like Shin could tell you. Moreover, it's not like you were completely honest either.

You make some small talk about what you do for a living, which prompts Shin to think about what it would be to have a normal life. That's the goal for him, after all, since experiencing the bliss of home cooked meals and lazy Saturdays at the amusement park.

The drinks follow soon after, allowing you to finally calm down your nerves. You finish the glass relatively fast and quickly order a second.

"I didn't know we were in a hurry..." Shin glances over at your empty glass.

"There's no hurry, I just needed this." You try to mask your blush by pulling the strands of hair behind your ears so they cover your face more.

I'm in a hurry to get you into my bed though...

He coughs, trying to compose himself. And in an attempt at sympathy, your hand reaches his shoulder, rubbing small circles.

"Are you okay?" You were leaning over the table, your face awfully close to his.

I wish it was me leaving him this breathless...

"I'm good, don't worry about me." His cheek was almost bloodied from how hard he was biting it from the inside.

"Just don't die on me, okay?" You sat back down on your chair, not entirely convinced.

You're only allowed a little death, in French. Hopefully tonight...

He's already way too over this, he can't just be at your mercy the whole night, it would drive him insane.

Shin reaches out to the paper bag and takes out the chocolate so you two can eat it together.

"The hoodie smells really good, what did you wash it with?" He changed the subject, hoping to catch you off-guard.

You hesitantly reach for a piece of chocolate, but bite down once you hear Shin's question, trying to buy some time.

"Lavender fabric softener, I hope it's to your liking."

"Are you sure? Mine doesn't smell quite like this, what's the brand? Maybe I could get my boss to order some."

Memories fash before your eyes while munching on the chocolate. You alternate between the chocolate and the whiskey, consuming both at an incredibly slow pace this time.

After some late night texting with Shin you've decided to put his hoodie to good use before laundry day. You've removed any layer that could stand between you and Shin' scent. Enveloped by it, you sat in your bed in complete darkness, apart from the fain light emanated by your phone.

You wished you could call him and have him guide you through it all. Although Shin seemed shy, you had a feeling that there was more to him than met the eyes. Once he took off his hoodie for you, the muscles were too obvious to miss. His hands, his back and oh you could only imagine his legs. That body paired with his cute face, oh and those eyes... You wished he was on top of you, your legs on his shoulders, while staring directly into your eyes. You wished he'd take you without breaking eye contact, so that you can read his every expression. You wanted to know how he would like you to move, how he would react when you clenched around him or how his hands would feel on your body. You wished he'd grab your waist and slam you into him over and over until both of you could find release. You wondered what sounds he makes when he reaches the depths of pleasure, what he would taste like if he exploded into your mouth, what he would look like after hours of you riding him. Instead, you could only stare at his last text to you.

good night, y/n. sweet dreams!

They were sweet, indeed. With a bitter aftertaste, since you didn't know if the feelings were reciptocated. You've only met once, is there something wrong with you? But... You haven't felt this way before.

Shin immediately regretting bringing up the hoodie. His plan absolutely backfired. He just wanted to tease you and give you a taste of your own medicine. He managed to keep his face straight by curling the fuck out of his toes and fingers. The fingernails were digging into his own skin, leaving deep marks.

In the mix of emotions washing over Shin there was something distinct, making him question everything. He was indeed flustered, a bit embarrassed and turned on, but besides all of that he felt a sense of pride. Especially knowing this wasn't a usual occurrence for you. He liked knowing he had the same grip on your brain as you had on his.

There are tens of minds he reads on the daily. Maybe more, depending on what life throws at him. However, he's never had the pleasure of reading such thoughts about him before. Wait, pleasure? He couldn't deny it anymore. He wanted to make your fantasies come true. The last flashback pushed him over the edge.

In this game of telephone he had the advantage, but to no avail. Reading your mind only made it harder for him. Literally and figuratively. You've managed to pull him into your scenario and switch places. His gaze was glued to your lips, craving your voice.

"Umm...I'm not sure. I'll have to check once I get home." You finally decide to answer.

A couple of glasses later you both could blame the blush on the alcohol. It was getting harder to control yourselves. You've ended up sitting next to each other, instead of face to face. After every joke somehow your hand found itself on his thigh, his hand lingered on yours when lighting up your cigarette during smoke breaks and finally, your hand was hooked onto his arm as he walked you home.

"Hey so... Do you wanna come up? I'll forget to tell you the softener brand by tomorrow." You were only half telling the truth.

"Uhhh sure." He completely forgot that he even asked about it, but he wasn't going to waste this chance.

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[annionebutme]

Since ao3 is down i gift society this snippet I have.

Potter, I need your help."    

"Bloody hell, Malfoy. You can't just barge into my office whenever you need something."   

"Someone stole my dick."  

Harry stood shocked for a moment, mid indignation, before gathering his wits again. 

"Piss off!" He said flippantly, going back to his book. 

"I'm serious. They stole my fucking dick." 

"You are a fucking dick." 

"Potter!" He squeeked. Malfoy was never this good an actor. Covering up emotions, pretending to be a friend, being "drunk" while he slipped important info, yes. Acting terrified... never. Harry looked at him again. 

He looked like he was about to cry, his hands were gripping his robes with white knuckles, pulling them across himself. Malfoy would rather die than have someone see him like this. 

"Someone stole your dick?" 

"Yes." 

Harry let his Auror traing take over. He was investigating a theft. He just needed to ask the theft questions. 

"Stole?"  

"Yes, Potter." 

"Your dick." 

"Yes! Can we just get on with it?" 

Those were not the theft questions. He needed to ask the theft questions and write down the answers on his nice detective notepad. 

"How?" He asked, it was also not a theft question. Where was his notepad? 

"I don't bloody know, do I? It's gone! I woke up and it was gone!" 

"Your dick."   

"Are you an auror or not?" 

"I-. Sorry, Malfoy. I just- This is... a lot. Hold on." He shoved a few piles of papers aside, finding his notebook. Quill in hand, he felt much better. 

"When did you first notice the... item was missing?" Harry asked. 

"When I woke up at half past six this morning." 

"And when did you see it last?" 

Last night when I went to bed, at around nine. 

"Nine?" 

"We can't all be party animals, Potter." 

"I know but nine? We're not grandparents yet." 

Malfoy rolled his eyes and leant against the door in a false show of youth. 

"Alright so sometime between 9:00 and 6:30. I already know your place is warded up about as tightly as possible, I'm going to need a list of everyone who may have access, and I'll need a description of the item. In the meantime, may I investigate the crime scene?" 

"Item." Malfoy huffed. 

"Yes, well, it's more professional." 

"To ask for a detailed description of my junk." 

"Doesn't have to be detailed. Approximate measurements and any identifying features is plenty." 

"Ten inches." 

"Real 10 or bloke 10?" 

"Real ten, Potter. What am I going to do? Lie on a police report?" 

"You'd be very unsurprised, I'm sure, to hear that people lie to me and my notebook all the time. Has anyone had access to your item?" 

"My wife was just as shocked as I was." 

"There's no one else?" 

"No, I'm not unfaithful to my wife." Malfoy said, standing up straight and puffing his chest. 

"No healers, drunken runs around the Leaky, or being caught in a changeroom at the same time as someone else?" 

"No" Malfoy deflated a bit. 

"I'd ask for anyone with a motive, but I've met you. Anyone in particular you suspect?" 

"No." 

"Right. We'll investigate the scene then. Is now good?" 

Please feel free to take the idea as I'm unlikely to actually do anything with it. I made these idea notes

They are 43. Its 2023  

Kind of auror potter. Gets to work on whatever cases he feels like. He's a war hero let him have fun energy. 

Malfoy a Lord. Someone stole draco dick and balls hes "like that stupid doll the muggles keep prattling about"  down there. He can feel it being messed with they were helicoptering it around earlier. It was stole by a harry potter look alike escort who takes the genitals of their regular clients to blackmail them so they can have enough money for the spells that nake them look just like Harry  at various ages  

[blackjackkent]

Y'know, while we're in Rivain, let's go check out that Hall of Valor side quest that we received from Taash a while back. I'm told it's kind of like Armax, which is a side quest I always enjoyed in Mass Effect. :D

First of all, wandering through the Lords of Fortune faction headquarters and just realized they have a GIANT (I assume) DRAGON SKELETON which is badass:

Once again taking decor notes for my house. XD

The entry to the Hall of Valor is through a restaurant area called "The Hilt", which has a delightful menu item in the codex:

We love a good theme restaurant. XD I really want mozzarella sticks now.

"Welcome to the Hall of Valor!" cries Isabela as we approach. "I knew you'd find your way here sooner or later. Your kind always do."

I just followed the smell of the Breaded Cheese Wands.

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Thoughts about the Hall of Valor in no particular order:

I definitely thought I'd been on easy difficulty all this time, but I have been on Adventurer (i.e. medium), so I have now rectified that and we are comfortably on Storyteller where I belong. XD I may end up kicking it up again for the rest of the game because I actually wasn't doing too bad overall, but I can immediately tell that completing this quest would take me goddamn ages if I didn't turn the difficulty down. XD

Isabela apparently has unique announcer dialogue based on the companions you join in the ring with, and the game conveniently provides us with a beacon to change our party easily before each bout, so let's see if we can get her dialogue for everyone before I'm done. "Our next challenger comes from the Veil Jumpers of Arlathan! She's deadly and Dalish, so everyone give a halla for Bellara!" "The spirits of the Hall of Valor are honored to welcome Emmrich 'Vol-Carnage' Volkarin of the Mourn Watch!" "Is that a chill in the air? Please give an ice-cold welcome to the darling of Dock Town, the Winter from Tevinter, Neve Gallus!" "The Hall of Valor is pleased to welcome legendary Spirit of Determination, Spite! And his spirit-friend, Lucanis Dellamorte of the Crows." "She's the tiny Titan who puts the feral in Fereldan! Please welcome Lace Harding!" "In war, victory! In peace, vigilance! In the Hall of Valor, give it up for renowned Grey Warden and monster slayer Davrin!" "The Hall of Valor couldn't make a dragon, so we're bringing our own! Lords of Fortune, let's hear it for our hometown hero, Taash!" "Come on, come on, place your wagers! And remember, never bet anything you aren't prepared to lose!" Victoria Kruger is clearly having SO much fun with these lines and I love that for her. XD

One fun aspect of these fights is there's a giant hole in the middle of the arena, and Helena is definitely having fun using her bombs to yeet enemies into it.

I have to complete ten rounds, each of which appears to be (rather like Armax) facing various enemies of a different type. That first round was "Demons", followed by "Antaam," "Venatori", "Frenzied Dead", "Mercenaries," "Deep Roads Creatures", "Darkspawn", and "Fade-Touched Creatures." The ninth round is then "Darkspawn" again, and then "Demons" again for round ten. I'm actually impressed they managed to come up with eight distinct categories before having to start repeating themselves.

Apparently Taash's bond increases any time you take them into the arena. No one else's seems to.

We also get some fun little conversations with Isabela after every round. "You couldn't pay me to step in the pit with you, and coming from me, that's quite a compliment." "Amgwaren! That's dwarven for congratulations, right?" "You might want to try 'amgarrak.' You just called me a pool of salt." "Well, it's not a real fight unless you sweat. Anyway, amgarrak." "You can really put on a show! I should charge an entrance fee." (A/N: I'm surprised you weren't already. O.o) "Look at that! Barely a scratch." "And I'm out another twenty gold! Maker, I should stop betting against you." (A/N: Damn right.) "I see you picked up some nice tricks in the Shadow Dragons." "Well, when the Venatori have a floating palace that shoots firebolts, you have to get really good at not dying." (A/N: Fairly sure the magisterium controls the floating firebolt palace, and not the Venatori, but the point remains the same. XD )

For completing all ten rounds and the quest, we receive a unique ring!

[which-item-poll-archive]

Submissions are open for new polls

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There will be tags for the new polls to differentiate them from the old polls. Both for the sake of making it clear what's new and what's not, and also so that people who don't want new polls can ignore them lol.

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I will most likely queue submissions and polls to be once a day.

I still have to decide if I have time to create polls that aren't based on submissions, and will update later. I have some ideas but not enough to build a proper queue with my own ideas. For now, the only polls that get made and posted will be based on submissions.

My time zone is in Australia, so that would likely lead to posts going up at weird times for most people. To mitigate this, I'll either reblog the posts after they go up at a particular time in the EST time zone, or I'll change the time zone for the sake of the queue. Probably to EST because that's what the original blog was in.

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 31

Words: 3.8k

Y/N gets a glimpse of a different side to Prof Van 🖤

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You don't breathe a word as Van carries you up the stairs. You just let him, fingers tangling in his hair where it curls at his shirt collar, your coy gaze meeting his from under your lashes as you look up at him, feeling more shy and uncertain than you've ever felt around him before.

"Don't think I've ever seen you this quiet," he muses, the smile he's wearing stirring warmth inside you. It's a different kind of heat to normal. It pools in your belly and your chest like the sweetest ache and you try to concentrate on that rather than the way that your mind is taunting you, your rarely-seen cautious side surfacing and filling you with doubts.

Is he taking you to THEIR bed? The one he lies on every night with Kathleen? What if she comes home early? What if the trip's been cut short for some reason? What will you do if she walks in and discovers you here?

Maybe you should go. Make an excuse and call a cab and leave before something bad happens. You know you should do it. But you don't.

"I am kinda nervous," you admit, glancing around to see that you've reached the first floor landing. "It just seems strange being here with you... in your house. I really shouldn't be here. What if Kath..."

The look in Van's eyes cuts your words dead. It's quite obvious that particular topic of discussion is off the table and as wary and anxious as you feel you swallow it all back down with frustrated obedience. No matter how deep your worries and your doubts run your desire to please Van runs deeper.

"Don't talk like that, I want you here and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. It's just you and me, okay? You don't have to think about anything else just for one night."

That's easy for him to say. As you enter a room off the hallway you can't help but glance around, curious eyes flicking over the decor and the furnishings, searching for any sign of her. You quickly scour the dressing table and the bedside cabinets, the wardrobe with one door slightly ajar. There's no obviously feminine touch that you can see, no accessories, no framed photos, no cosmetics or items of clothing that don't appear to be his. If you didn't know any better you'd think he lived alone from what you've seen so far but you suppose you've only seen a limited part of the large house.

He steps over to the bed and stoops to lay you down on the soft sheets. Fuck... that feels good. You hadn't realised quite how exhausted you were. When he said he was going to wreck you he wasn't kidding. Everything burns, your muscles tight and sore, the stinging throb between your legs insistent as you curve your body inwards, feeling vulnerable as he hovers over you.

"That was really something huh?" He smirks down on you, eyes lingering over your curves, a hand reaching up to gently brush your hair back from your face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck!" You can't help but grin and he laughs. "But in a totally good way," you add quickly. "I'm certainly not complaining about it. I loved it. I loved every minute of it."

He caresses your cheek, a thumb trailing over your lips, first the top then the bottom until you stop him, your lips parting to catch the very tip of his thumb, sucking gently. Half innocent, half seductive.

"You're one of a kind, that's for sure," he says softly, his voice almost unrecognisable from the harsh dominating tone that he'd used on you just moments ago downstairs. "I've never met anyone quite like you before."

"Ditto," you whisper against his thumb, smiling soft and alluring up at him.

He hesitates and you find that you're holding your breath, willing him to sink down on to the bed right there next to you and take you into his arms. You want him to tell you that you're all his again just like he did in the heat of the moment, but to your dismay his touch falls away as he straightens up.

"I'll be right back," he promises as he steps away, pausing as he crosses the room to look back at you with a playful grin. "Don't you go anywhere now."

"I won't."

You fix a smile that melts into a quiet sigh as you watch him turn to disappear into an adjoining room which appears to be an en-suite bathroom from the gleaming white tiles you glimpse as he flicks on the light. You know full well that you're torturing yourself by daring to believe that this softer side to him indicates that he might start developing feelings for you. You're nothing but an easy, filthy lay to him, an outlet for all the disgusting and depraved things that his fiancée's too good for. That thought might have thrilled you once and it still does, except now it's accompanied by an unwelcome acidic jealousy that eats away at your fanciful dreams like a bitter poison.

Stop thinking about her Y/N! You're here and she's not! Just try and enjoy the moment for god's sake.

You reach for the sheets to draw them over your naked frame but your fingers catch on another piece of fabric and you stretch it out to reveal a t-shirt emblazoned with the band name The Strokes. You smile to yourself... this man has great taste... and in a rush of boldness you're sitting up in bed and pulling the shirt on over your head.

He said he wanted you here didn't he? Well, you may as well make yourself at home.

You imagine lazy days spent lounging around his house wearing his clothing, cosying up on the sofa in one of his over-sized hoodies, seducing him when he comes home from work wearing nothing but one of his shirts...

"Oh... very cute... looks good on you."

Your head snaps up quickly at the sound of his voice, caught unawares by his unexpected praise. You grasp the hem of the shirt to stretch it down over your thighs, cheeks glowing, preening as he leans on the door frame to admire you.

"Cute?" You giggle quietly, your legs crossed in your lap as you sit up straight to give him a better view of the goods. "Is that even a word in your vocabulary? You've called me lots of things before but I never heard that one!"

He regards you for a moment with an amused kind of thoughtfulness before he's moving back towards the bed and perching on the edge next to you.

"You do realise that the things I say to you... the things I do to you when we're... together in that way... it's not a true reflection of how I really feel, don't you?"

Oh...

"Of course I do Sir."

It just slips out, the honorific term sounding misplaced now you're not down on your knees begging for a taste of his cock or bent over the nearest surface getting your ass spanked raw. It draws a genuine laugh from you both and you raise a hand up to cover your mouth.

"And I don't think I need to tell you that you don't need to call me that when we're not fucking!"

"It's just a habit, I can't help it," you grin. You love the way that he's looking at you right now, a fondness that could easily make you feel like you were the only girl in the world if you could just let yourself go.

And he keeps on looking, intently scanning your face as he raises up a hand and that's when you note he's holding a dampened wash-cloth which he presses lightly to your cheek, dabbing at your ruined make-up.

"I can do that," you tell him, the nurturing action exacerbating the shyness that's afflicting you in the most uncharacteristic way. "I'm sure half my make-up's already slid off my face anyway. I can't even imagine how bad I must look right now, I must look a right state."

You reach up for the cloth but he stops you. "I can assure you that's not true. Here... let me. I know you're quite capable but I wanna do it for you." He runs the cloth under your eyes, cleaning away the tracks of mascara that stain your skin, moving down to rub around your lips, working methodically and with a surprising gentleness that sets off flurries of a nervous kind of exhilaration inside you.

"You know, you really don't need to wear all this make-up. You're plenty pretty enough without it. Gorgeous in fact. Beautiful."

You simper, feeling strangely delicate and vulnerable with his attention on you the way that it is. The brashly confident sex-hungry woman who's always so self-assured seems to have temporarily gone into hiding.

Something's changed. You realise that you hadn't really contemplated how the night would play out, focussed mainly on the sex as you were, but this turn of events is unexpectedly refreshing and very welcome. One moment you're being fucked to within an inch of your life and the next you're being treated with all the softness and care of an intimate lover. It doesn't feel like just a casual hook-up anymore. Every moment you spend alone with Van you're sinking further and further into something that you know you'll struggle to pull yourself out of. You know it's dangerous but you can't bring yourself to heed the warning signs.

So you let him take care of you and clean away the mess that he's made, the smears of make-up and the drool and the sweat, the evidence of your sordid fuck. After he's finished with your face and neck he lays you back down on the bed and you don't resist, even when you feel self-conscious as he raises the hem of the shirt and starts to drag the cloth softly up your inner thighs. Everything still feels like a wet, sore mess and you flinch as he nudges your legs gently apart.

"Aww are you sore love? I'm very sorry."

His tone's soft and apologetic but you can distinctly hear the edge of playful mischief in it, you catch it twinkling in his eyes as you raise your head to address him with a smirk. "No you're not! You're not bloody sorry at all!"

"You got me!" He chuckles, an eyebrow raised up. "But I did warn you didn't I? And besides… I reckon you got exactly what you wanted... am I right?"

"Uh-huh..." your satisfied little smiles tells him all he needs to know and his voice drops low, a teasing tone that makes your belly flip.

"In fact I think maybe I went too easy on you... Next time you won't be so lucky!"

Next time...

You laugh, laying your head back down on the pillow whilst he carefully cleans up the sticky mess between your thighs, your hot bruised skin soothed by the coolness of the damp cloth. You wince as he does it but you love that you can feel where he's been, your tender flesh still smarting from his brutal handiwork. You're pretty sure you're going to feel him for days and that thought delights you.

"There ya go baby... all nice and clean and good as new. Perfect."

He scatters a few soft kisses around your navel and then over your hips and your thighs. You giggle at the ticklish sensation, a warm tingling buzz sparking which you try to hide the effects of by biting down on your lip to stem a gasp. You can fully imagine him being keen to go several more rounds on you with barely any encouragement and you're not sure your body can take it and besides, you're enjoying this softer version of him far too much to let it go just yet.

"Thank you... for taking care of me," you murmur.

The kisses continue as he drapes the t-shirt back over your thighs. He presses them to your belly and chest over the shirt and your jaw as he travels upwards until he reaches your neck. He burrows his face there, muttering so quietly against your skin that you're not sure if you mishear him when he speaks.

"I was just thinking earlier... remembering the first day I ever noticed you. It was my first day on campus."

This shocks you. "There's no way you can remember me from way back then. You arrived before the semester even started didn't you? I never had any classes with you for at least a month after that."

You're loathe for his lips to leave your neck but your intrigue is sparked by this revelation and you need to know more. He doesn't disappoint, breaking away and sliding his body next to yours on the bed, propping himself up on an elbow close enough so that your bodies are touching.

"Of course I remember you. You're a very memorable girl.” He pauses, his words melting your insides which are now teaming with butterflies. "Professor Stevens was showing me around and there you were, sprinting up the corridor ahead of us, not looking where you were going and colliding full-on face-first into some unsuspecting lad just as he rounded the corner." He chuckles at the memory. "Textbooks went flying, there was paperwork everywhere... and you just stood there with the biggest smirk on your face whilst this poor lad scrabbled around on his hands and knees picking up all your stuff! It was pretty obvious from your insincere apology that you had no intention of clearing up your own mess."

"I remember that!" You recall, laughing. "Well, he did offer and I was already running late for class..."

"For a change," he cuts in pointedly, more teasing than exasperated. "Became a bit of a theme from then on. I quickly realised that you seemed to think the usual rules didn't apply to you. You were late to the options day presentations too. That was the second time you caught my eye." He shifts on the bed, sinking down to get comfier, a hand snaking around your waist to gently rest there. "I distinctly remember you trying to sneak in without anyone noticing, except you were wearing the skimpiest little dress that ensured that the whole lecture room was paying more attention to you than the presentation Johnny was giving."

"Maybe you shouldn't have been looking Sir!"

This time it's not a mistake calling him that. His smile widens. That damn smile. You're sure it's going to be the end of you.

"You don't have to tell me that! Fucking hell, do you know how hard I tried to be professional? I tried to think of you as just another student but as soon as my module choices got finalised I scoured the list for your name, hoping to see you were in my class."

You can't stop grinning. Your cheeks are actually hurting you're smiling so much.

"Well seeing as we're confessing stuff I didn't just choose your module for the content," you admit, remembering how quickly Van's classes got oversubscribed.

You want to reach up and rest a hand on his hip, reciprocate his touch but you daren't. You feel like you're in a little dreamworld, a blissful bubble that might burst at any moment if you make the slightest wrong move...

"Do you ever take your studies seriously?" He says, and this time there's definitely a hint of exasperation even though he looks outwardly content. You're just about to answer, try and distract him with more flirtation but he sighs, sinking down to lie fully beside you, eyes fixed upwards as he begins to speak.

"There's always talk in the faculty about the individual students. The staff love to discuss the ones with a bright future, the ones who truly shine, but they also talk about the ones who think the sole point of going to university is to party. The ones who don't really want to be in lectures or don't show up at all. The time wasters."

Your heart sinks like a stone. This isn't going the way you envisaged. He should be pulling you closer in his arms right now, leaning in for a lingering kiss. Your bodies are still tightly pressed together but it feels like he's drifting away.

"You don't have to tell me which category I fall into," you say glumly. "I do try, it's just..."

You trail off. Just what? There's not a lot you can say to justify your poor attitude. He's described you perfectly.

"As soon as I told Professor Stevens you were in my class he assured me that you were destined to fail. He said it was a waste of good resources trying to teach a student like you who obviously didn't give a damn." His tone is serious now and you cringe inwardly, waiting for him to deliver the lecture you're sure he's gearing up to. "But I disagreed... emphatically."

Oh? This is more like it. You glance over to see he's studying the ceiling and you study him, the contours of his perfect profile.

"I've always liked to make up my own mind, see. I don't like to be led by others. I wanted to give you a chance." He tips his head to the side, your eyes meeting.

"And...?" You ask hesitantly, not sure whether you're off the hook or not when a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Well... day one of the semester you proved him right. Nothing says biblical hangover like turning up thirty minutes late to my very first lecture sporting shades indoors on the most overcast day of the year!”

A tiny giggle bursts forth even though you try to suppress it. You know you're a no-hoper but at least you do it in style. Van continues, his expression hard to read.

"But everyone deserves a second chance right? I know I'm a little strict but I don't like to write students off too quick... so I threw you a curveball. I asked you a tricky question that wasn't in the class notes. You'd have only known the answer if you'd done the wider reading that was recommended. You remember that?"

A blush instantly stains your cheeks. Of course you remember. You'd been checking out your hot new professor's arse at the time, admiring the way the tight denim clung to his hips. When you'd heard your name called out you'd practically jumped out of your seat. Most of your lecturers had long given up on inviting you to contribute to class discussions. They knew you well enough to surmise that it was a complete waste of time. You'd stuttered and spluttered, sitting bolt upright whilst you'd nervously asked Van to repeat the question, blurting out a wordy and meandering less-than-satisfactory response whilst he'd regarded you with those cool blue eyes of his, not giving anything away. He'd nodded with a curt "thank you Miss Y/L/N" when you'd finished, leaving you red-faced and unusually rattled afterwards, sinking back down into your chair like you could melt into it.

"You caught me off-guard. I wasn't really listening," you concede meekly, hating the way that you loathe to disappoint him, wondering if your university experience might have been a lot different if he'd been there right from your very first day.

"No shit," he laughs in a warm rush, shaking his head. "It was pretty obvious you weren't paying the slightest bit of attention..."

"That's not strictly true," you interject which earns you a frown which shuts you up pretty quick.

"I'm talking about the lecture content," he says dryly. "But you did give me a very interesting response... one I wasn't expecting."

You facepalm dramatically, embarrassed. "Oh great, it was even more shit than I can remember then. Way to make a good impression, huh?"

"Actually it was very insightful."

"What... really?"

Is he fucking with you? He looks sincere.

"Uh-huh," he nods. "I mean you didn't really answer my question, not fully anyway, and you completely went off on a tangent, but there was something there. I don't know what you'd call it... unpolished brilliance maybe..."

"Brilliance?" You echo, full of disbelief. "You're taking the piss now aren't you?"

You're expecting him to start laughing, the joke on you but he doesn't. He just looks at you with that warmth again, the hand resting on your waist moving up to cup your jaw. He tilts his body to press more firmly against yours.

"Believe me, I only give praise where praise is due. You might not have realised it but you impressed me that day, but it was more than just that. You intrigued me. I knew right there and then that I had to see more of you, find out all about you, get closer to you somehow. Even though I knew damn well it was a terrible idea and I should keep my distance I just couldn't help myself. I... umm... I might have pulled a few strings to ensure that you were on my personal tutees list."

He looks mildly embarrassed and you feel your eyes widen. All that time you were lusting after Van in secret before you propositioned him and he'd already set his sights on you. "You really did that... to get closer to me?"

"Yeah," he smiles. "Turns out you're a very hard girl to stay away from... and I gotta admit I didn't even try. You've not just got a beautiful body, you have a beautiful mind too…”

He shifts again where he lays, an arm reaching up over your head, his other hand patting his chest. "C'mon, lie right here, we can talk more in the morning. You must be tired. You should rest."

You don't need asking twice, scooting as close to him as you can, practically purring as you nestle into his chest. The warmth of him and the cool scent of his cologne and the steady thump of his heartbeat fills your senses. You feel a hand on your hair as he strokes it soothingly, a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head as you hear him mutter quietly. "I like you Y/N... if you must know I really like you..." He lets out a soft sigh like an afterthought "...much more than I should."

This must be what heaven feels like. You close your eyes.

[aurils-blesstide]

WELL MET, TRAVELER!

The name is Gale of Waterdeep, welcome to my humble wizard's tower! I'm here to offer you a most particular service: kin requests of various kinds! Yes! You heard that correctly, this is a Kin Request blog! In particular, I'm here to aid any wary souls from the BALDUR'S GATE series of games, from DUNGEONS & DRAGONS sources, any FANTASY OTHERKIN and any other stragglers from CAMPAIGNS OF ANY KIND. Your own, D20, Critical Role... You name it! I can assist.

I can happily offer you any of the following, you may freely take your pick! :

🎆 SKETCHES !

I would Ideally like to limit this to those that do not have visual depictions of themselves already, such as any non-canon folk, those from purely auditory mediums, so on and so forth!

🌌 STIMBOARDS !

A collection of gifs (quantity may vary) pertaining to both your interests within canon, and any particular specifications you wish to make!

🌠 MOODBOARDS !

A set of artfully arranged images that correspond to both your interests within canon, and any other specifications you wish to offer!

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A collection of different objects that correspond to your interest within canon, and any specifications you may offer! Please be as clear and concise as possible , as that would help me consider things such as pricing, and specific kinds of items you may/may not enjoy.

An important note: this will not include pieces of merchandise that feature you/are themed around you! I'm sure we've all seen plenty of themed candles, jewelry, and other items. I'd rather go for a more original approach. However, let me know if this is something you'd like me to include all the same.

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Any kind words you need to hear! Whether you'd like me to put you at ease about something you're upset about, need kind words, or would like my personal opinions of how to be further in touch with yourself as you are in canon, I'd be thrilled to chime in however I am able.

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A very simple kind of request, I will give you a trinket themed after you! My tower is full of all kinds of baubles and curios, after all. This is a little thing for both you and I to have fun, and will likely have the fastest turn-out rate of the bunch.

🪻 BOUQUETS !

A fairly novel concept, I'm sure. But I'll offer you a list of various flowers I believe may fit you, in order to give you an intricate arrangement of flowers! This may also include images related to the concept at hand.

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[writing-good-vibes]

For the valentines one shot would it be possible to have a combination of meet cute and replacement ?

hey thanks so much for the request !! i did another fic with the replacement prompts which you can read [here] if you like !! but i hope you enjoy this one too !!

WARNING for corey x gn!reader and joan being The Worst™, but there's also a lot of awkward fluff heehee.

💘 very cute divider by @/saradika-graphics 💘

taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

This wasn't the first time a customer had yelled at you over something beyond your control and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Likely not even the last time today, and with that in mind you simply tried to weather this particular storm.

"Why didn't you mark it clearly? Are you just trying to trick your customers, now? Trick more money out of my pocket?"

"Ma'am," you try again. "I really am sorry for the confusion, but this item just isn't included in the promotion. I can void it from your bill, if you don't want it?"

This suggestion doesn't work, and the woman in front of you reiterates the same spiel of how you, the cashier, were clearly trying to con money directly from her pocket by not clearly indicated which cans were included in the 3-for-the-price-of-2 promotion.

While you waited your turn so you could assure her that, although it wasn't anything to do with you, you'd shoulder the blame and "Please, I can take it off your bill, or you can switch this can for one of the included items?", you notice the young man stood behind your enraged customer.

He's looking down at his shoes, shoulders hunched, but the embarrassed flush is still obvious on his soft cheeks.

He glances up occasionally, eyes darting around at everything in his vicinity; his mom (or who you presume to be his mother), the other customers who are either irritated by the hold up or amused by the scene playing out in front of them, and at you. His eyes stop on you for a moment too long, tracing your features quickly, before they snap back down to his sneakers.

You almost miss your cue to continue your placating attempts because your mind has wandered at the mere sight of this guy. You wonder if he flushes like that, all pink and bashful, about other things. Things more fun than his mother chewing out a minimum wage employee. You feel the heat start to rise beneath your own skin.

After way longer than you hoped, the woman finally concedes and sends the young man, her son, with strict instructions to go and get a new can from the promotion stand. He gets back in record time, giving you a tight smile as he hands you the can of peach slices for you to scan.

His mom complains the whole time.

You watch while the young man packs their grocery bags, broad hands enveloping each item as he organises everything methodically, like he's about to be fired from a job he doesn't have.

Finally the transaction is complete and your Angry Customer snatches the receipt from your hand and leaves with a thunderous rattle of the carts wheels.

Breathing deeply, you try to centre yourself. When you look up you see the young guy still stood at your checkout. Something about him makes you smile.

"Hey," he says quietly, wringing his hands. "I'm really, really sorry about her."

"It's okay," you assure him. "Won't be the first or the last time I deal with a situation like that." A shrug, as you try to maintain an air of nonchalance, while you rearrange some of of the junk -- pens, discarded price tickets, a Canadian quarter you'd found in the cash draw -- around your register.

"No, really, I mean it. You did a great job, she shouldn't have given you a hard time."

You're touched by his concern, even more touched when you look back up at him and his eyes are wet. "I'm okay, honestly. Thank you though, you're sweet. Was that your mom?"

"Yeah, she --," he hesitates, then just sort of gestures.

"Ah," you nod.

For a moment you both say nothing. Corey wrings his hands again restlessly. Under the halogen glow of the grocery store lights, you notice a silver signet ring glinting on his pinky finger.

"Corey? What are you doing? Get back here!" His mom is blocking half the exit door with her shopping cart, looking at him expectantly.

He flinches at his name. "I'm Corey," he - Corey - says, as though it weren't now obvious to everyone in the store. He steps out of the way of the checkout, allowing the next person in line to move forward as you start scanning their groceries.

You give him your name in return and then, "I'll see you here again?"

"Yeah, I mean probably. I uh, I really have to go. Um, bye -- I mean, see you!" he replies over his shoulder as he hurries off back to his mother.

You watch him leave, watch as he holds onto the shopping cart with one hand while his mother pushes it out the door and they cross the parking lot together. His mother is giving him an earful.

[banamine-bananime]

the forum werewolf game ever. of all time.

do you remember playing werewolf/mafia in school or at a party? the game where a few people are secretly assigned werewolf roles, each night they kill someone from the village, and each day everyone lets the mob mentality accusations fly as village tries to vote out the wolves? well, you can find communities online playing absolutely wild tricked-out role-madness elaborately-themed-with-long-writeups-and-plots versions and it's wonderful.

so a few years ago some friends and i ran a Red vs Blue theme game, mostly with friends who were not familiar with the series. we knew it was going to be a wild time but there was nothing that could have prepared us for exactly how it went down.

you see, no one knows each others' roles (the character, their affiliation, and any special abilities) in werewolf except for the wolves knowing each other. somehow, despite this and most of the players not knowing the source material, they were fucking possessed by the spirits of their roles - this is the only explanation i can find for what happened - and things got Immensely Silly. we were watching in mod chat going INSANE.

please, join me as i try to recount our crowdsourced improvisational RvB fanfiction.

so, to set the scene: the introduction

and a basic recount of the rules and mechanics of werewolf in general and this game in particular:

Each player gets assigned a role and are either village or a wolf (or sometimes, a third party). Villagers do not know each other, but wolves all share a group private message to strategize together (thus this is a game of a side with numbers advantage versus a side with information advantage)

Villagers win by eliminating all wolves, wolves win by eliminating/killing all villagers (although the game ends at the point when villagers wouldn't be able to prevent this, i.e. when there are fewer villagers than wolves). Third parties with unique win conditions may also be in a game.

During day phases, each player votes for who to eliminate, and the "winner" dies (note: in this community we use "yeet" for eliminate because it's silly and because the traditional forum werewolf term is "lynch" which like. we're not gonna say that.)

During night phases, wolves choose someone to kill, and any players that were given "powers roles/PRs" with actions they can perform at night can act (e.g. protecting someone so they will not die if wolves target them)

(specific to this game) Each player is assigned to red team or blue team. Reds can only vote to eliminate blues and vice versa (no teamkilling during the day!)

(specific to this game) The first day of the game will be Team Captain selection instead of an elimination. You may only vote for players on your own team.

(specific to this game) Unless otherwise noted, night actions can only be used on members of your team.

(specific to this game) You are each allowed to open one private message thread with a player of your choice on your team.

along with this introduction to the public thread where people try to convince each other of who to eliminate, each player gets their private role message thread. these roles were:

Village:

Church, blue team treestump ("Your main motivation has been to save Tex because of your history, but deep down you know that you'd lay down your life for any of the Blood Gulch Crew. Upon your death, rather than joining the rest of the dead, you will still be allowed to converse with the living on the game thread.")

Sarge, red team tinkerer ("On odd nights, you can create an item and send it to a member of your team. Item functions are subject to mod approval, so get creative! Just remember, violence is always the answer!")

Tex, blue team tracker/oneshot vigilante ("On even nights you can track a player on either team. Once during the game, you can choose to shoot first and ask questions later, killing your target instead of tracking them.")

Simmons, red team back-up ("Enthusiasm is not unrewarded in the military and you've worked your way up Sarge's colon and are the Red Team's second in command. Its clear that this job is not for you because you tend to lose your cool and break down at the slightest psychological provocation. You have no assigned ability at this time, and will inherit the ability of whoever is elected Red Team Captain.")

Tucker, blue team back-up ("If anyone can pick up chicks in a tank, its you! The war itself doesn't bother you, because you'll find any opportunity to shirk duties and spend time at your…..ahem special…rock. This is unfortunate because you seem to be the only one who has any combat ability (besides the "freelancer" mercenaries). You have no assigned ability at this time, and will inherit the ability of whomever is elected Blue Team Captain.")

Caboose, blue team wildcard ("Repeated head injuries, firefights inside your consciousness, and having an A.I. ripped out of your head have progressively deteriorated your mental state to the point where you're pretty much divorced from reality. All you know is that your friends need you! On even nights, you can pick any ability to use on any player, but the chances of failure are high.")

Grif, red team commuter ("After dropping out of Ithaca College, you decided to join up with the USNC. Flailing your way through basic, you've ended the self proclaimed "good-for-nothing-slacker" of the Red Team. Being cynical and selfish has earned you no big fans amongst your squad. Your bottom of the totem pole social status, and constantly being the butt of Sarge's jokes, doesn't stop you from laying down some lead to help your friends (but 48 snack cakes might distract you). Once during the game, you can go take a nap in the supply closet, effectively removing yourself from the game for a night. No one, including Sarge, will be able to find you.")

Sheila, blue team bulletproof ("Despite your big size, treads, and heavy weaponry, you are a kind, calm, and caring A.I. But a tank is a tank and you enjoy blowing stuff up, even if its your own teammates. It can be lonely in deep space stuck in a canyon with a bunch of idiots, but you've managed to strike up a romance with the red team robot, Lopez. You are immune to night kills.")

Donut, red team armour-colour-seer ("The red team rookie. In deep space. In the middle of a war. Surrounded by death and destruction. SOMEONE has to remind everyone what you're fighting for. Someone has to remind people of the finer things in life wine, cheese, wearing colors that match, and waxing codpieces. Growing up in rural Iowa has made you a little…..naive, but friendly. Generally bumbling and incompetent like Caboose (the blue team rookie), your geniality makes everyone tolerate your screw ups. Your armor is lightish red, not pink! On odd nights you can seer a player to find out their armor color. You must alternate teams when choosing your targets."). Donut's response to his role:

Doc, blue team protector ("Too bad you're the WORST medic there is. I mean really? CPR for a bullet wound? What happens if someone gets shot in the foot? You rub aloe vera on their neck? Damn right! You arrive months late and your patient is already dead, but because of budget cuts you are on loan to both the red team and blue team and get caught up in their antics. You take your do no harm vow seriously and are a pacifist....unless there's a murderous rage filled A.I. possessing you. On even nights you can protect a member of your team from being killed.")

Lopez, red team blocker ("You are the closest thing Sarge has to a son and he treats as such. You think Sarge is an annoying pompous jerk. Ever since Sarge damaged your speech unit while installing it you've only been able to speak in spanish and so you can only post in spanish. The blood gulch gang typically use and abuse you, which you resent but can't do anything about. You passive aggressively make comments in spanish that no one can understand. However, the language barrier hasn't stopped you from striking up a passionate romance with the blue team's tank, Sheila. On odd nights, you can block a player of your choice.")

Andy, bomb, as one would expect. ("Despite not having a mouth, you sure as hell like to run yours. The only reason anyone takes your crap is the constant threat of explosion. However, no matter how foul-mouthed, vulgar, and sometimes creative you get, Tex can get you under control. If you are attacked, you will explode, killing yourself and anyone else in the immediate vicinity.") (i also want to note this role was randomly assigned to the sweetest, cutest player possible lmfao)

Wolves:

The Meta, red team reflexive ability seer ("If anyone performs any actions on you, you will find out who they are and what they did.")

Wyoming, red team ninja/bombproof ("Ruthless, cunning, and not afraid to manipulate others to your will, you've always known what its going to take to reach your goals and nothing will stop you. This disregard for regulations and laws extend to the laws of time. Using equipment stolen from the military, you set people in time loops, and overpower them while they're confused. Time travel baffles even the smartest minds, wonder what it does to a bunch of idiots in a box canyon. On even nights you can't be tracked, and on odd nights you can diffuse the bomb - if you correctly target them, you can kill them without killing yourself.") Wyoming's response to this role assignment:

O'Malley, blue team redirector/force-kill/result-thief ("When implanted in other people, you serve to accentuate their own rage and internal desires. On even nights, you can redirect a player on the Blue team to perform their action on someone else. Once during the game you can force them to kill. Once during the game you can steal your target's night results in addition to the redirection.")

Third parties:

Vic, red team treestump jester. ("As is custom for all thing Blood Gulch, you are terrible at your job. Acting as a glorified tech support guy, you offer unhelpful advice and end up complicating things far more than necessary. You answer all calls with "hey dude" or "whats going on dude" which makes everyone question the legitimacy of the operation at hand. You are an independent third party, and will win the game if you are voted out AND the game makes it to the point that the final day has only 3 or 4 players)") [this means Vic wants to keep things even between wolves and villagers, so one side doesn't eliminate the other too quick]

Each player has a role PM that's just them and the mods.

Each player can also open a PM between themself and one person on their team. This can be opened any time and continues for the rest of the game.

Doc PMs Sheila (starting day 1)

Andy PMs Doc (starting day 1)

Caboose PMs Sheila (starting day 2) (oh god. oh god the happenings as a result of this PM. it's. well. you'll see.)

Tucker PMs Caboose (starting day 3) (Tucker immediately regrets it:)

Simmons PMs Grif (starting day 3)

Lopez PMs The Meta (starting day 3)

Church PMs O'Malley (starting day 3)

Sheila PMs Tucker after Tucker bugs her for one incessantly (starting day 4) (it's really cute. I won't include snippets because they're irrelevant but they talk about DnD. blue team DnD nights when.)

The Meta PMs Grif (starting day 5)

Grif PMs Donut, on Donut's request (starting day 5)

Next: day 1

[xaviers-student-union]

Xavier Student Paper: Issue #3

Exploding Population; New Imp who dis

Starting off this week's news round up with a lighter topic as there are several issues that are still developing. I'd like to offically welcome new student, Dev to our Mutant family. Dev has already gotten in my goodbooks everyone, though through which secret method I will not disclose. Can't have everyone knowing how to sweeten me up afterall.

Anyway! Dev has been to the school previously, and has now returned as a student so please give them a warm welcome. Though do be forewarned that they do seem to have a mischievous streak. Though, there's nothing wrong with that, if you ask me! [ relevent parties: @imp-decisive ]

Treasured Student gone missing

As some of you have likley heard, Jubiliation Lee [ aka Jubilee] was last seen a few nights ago after an incident we'd rather not disclose in the paper. Her room had been wrecked, and vacated. She has since not been seen by staff and students alike.if you have any news regarding her whereabouts, or any leads as to where she may now be, please inform a member of staff.

And Jubilee if you're reading this please come home. Everyone is worried for you, and we miss you. We're arranging for someone to clean up your room and keep it heated for when you come back.

Everyone here at the XSU shares my sentiments.

We hope you're okay

[Relevent parties: @thejubilee-xmen ]

Mutants in Musical land

With the return of professor hearth from Brazil, the schools play has been selected and auditions will begin soon. As you may have guessed, the chosen play for this year was voted on by members of the board;

And they came to the decision to put on a variant of Alice in wonderland.

When asked why she chose this particular play, professor hearth highlighted the importance of representing a young mutant girl with a rare ability such as essokinesis [ or sommo-realm traversal depending on your interpretation] , and how the book at the time was a revolutionary topic. For showing a young mutant with little control over an ability that wasn't being used to assist her Flatscan peers was entirley unheard of.

Well, I wish everyone luck in their auditins!

[ relevent parties @lessons-in-poison ]

Sneaky thief? Or mischievous rodent?

Deanne has been informed by a few students of missing items, and of hearing odd squeaks late at night. If you have anything to report, please talk to Deanne in the union club room. Right now, the leading theory is that there may be an escaped pet rodent in the vents that's been unknowingly stealing everyone's stuff.

Personally, I want to believe that the real thief was the friends we made a long the way.

[ relevent larties: @hare-and-gone ]

New professor! Can't wait to prank them!

We'd like to extend a warm welcome to a new professor we've noticed roaming the halls! Welcome! Professor Ozzie will be teaching Ecology. I actually had to look that one up!

Ecology is the study of how living things interact with their environment! Which, for anyone whose interested in biology and chemistry I think you'd quite like this class!

I'm considering signing up myself!

Also, can I just say it's mighty fine to see another disabled mutant joining the staff. Welcome professor!

[ Relevent parties @ozzie-the-stoat ]

New club has popped up!

The "Dark ones" is now accepting new members. They can be found in the dingy meeting room right when you come into the hangar. Honestly, I'm 99% sure this is just a cult. Which professor signed off on this and why was it gambit? Well, okay let's see what this totally-not-a-cult or gathering of witches will do. [ crime, probably]

Do Vampires dream of electric sheep?

Molly isn't quite sure, however she is planning to conduct a survey in this issue

Misappropriation of Lost and Found

To the person claiming recent missing property to sell back to their owners at Mark up, we have been informed that you're on your final warning. If you continue the XSU members will report this behaviour

Is that a bird? A plane? No its just Warren coming home again!

Warren has finally returned! But also informed me of something very very very weird. It seems theres some strange going ons at the mansion.

A bunch of professors are being turned into animals. Who is doing this?

And why am I pretty sure it's the aftermentioned dark ones / witch coven/cult ppl.

[ @wworthington-xmen ]

[ Attached to this issue of the Student paper you find a petition to convince Professor X to hire a psychiatrist alongside the school counselor Nod [ @totally-not-a-mutant ]

There's a mismatch of signatures already pre-signed]

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C48: Nature of Your Being

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Memories of Earth return to you as fragments, shards to still be pieced together. Your fingers grab onto your hair, and you want to roll up both from the overwhelming flood of images and all the feelings in your chest. You didn't remember who you were, but that's not what you expected. The coldness in your words, the harsh truth of your being reflected in your face. But the thing that hurts the most is that nothing has changed, you continue to be pushed by those base instincts, the same mentality, even if you want to deny it.

Vash lets you hunch over a bit, and his arms tighten around you. He can tell you are in pain and wants you to know that you're not alone, he is there and will support you. He sees your blank stare from the corner of his vision, your fingers pulling at your hair.

"Iris..." He isn't sure he should say the name he had seen on the screen, so he swallows it back. "It's okay. Take a break. Don't hurt yourself. I can only imagine how hard this must be, but please lean on me."

You grit your teeth and push down all the emotions trying to boil over inside you. Everything you've been looking for is within your reach. You want to know... you have to know more. Your body relaxes and straightens up again. You can pick up the pieces later, right now, there is the burning question of your nature still left unanswered. What are you now? Something happened on this ship after you were recruited, you were still human then, had to be.

Determined to uncover the truth, you pull away from Vash's arms and sit down at the console. Your fingers glide over the keys and buttons with ease, like you do it every day. You look through your files, and deep inside a random looking file system, you find a folder called "Project HUMAN, subject 0325". Vash's hand grips your shoulder as you try to open the item, only to be greeted by a message saying it is locked. You try your handprint again with no success, even something Vash typed in didn't grant access. A heavy weight appears in your stomach, this has to be it. At least some answers are hidden inside, you can feel it.

You stare at the screen. The red message denying you access to your information flashes on the screen. You let out a deep sigh and feel Vash's grip tighten.

"Tell me what I can do for you. How can I help you?" Vash sounds so sad, he is at a loss.

"I don't know it myself," you say quietly, the feelings still being pushed down. "I want answers."

The laboratory doors open, and you turn your head towards them to see Luida and Brad step inside. Brad looks awkward, avoiding looking straight at you, instead staring at the tray with food in his hands. The woman, however, is calm and has a kind smile on her lips.

"Good to see you're awake. And you came to the same conclusion as we did about looking for your records. Did they help? Did you get the answers you desired?" Luida comes close enough to stand beside Vash.

"Some..." you look back at the screen. "But not everything. I seemed to be a regular human when I boarded the ship, but I still don't know what happened after that. I think I found where the information is, but... we can't access it."

"We'll take a look at it, but maybe I can help to fill in the gaps just a little bit for now. I have the results of the labs, and I had a look at them. Do you want to know? We can wait a bit if you'd prefer that." Luida's voice is still calm and kind, with a comforting warmth in it.

You look back at her and don't see Vash's gaze shift onto you with concern as his lips press tightly into a line.

"I want to know! Please!" You lean forward in your seat more towards the older woman.

"Well, I'm not a doctor, I was trained in the basics, but I did find out some things..." She hesitates for a moment, the expression on her face wavering on doubt. "The samples I took, I ran them through some machinery measuring all kinds of markers, and everything seemed normal, well, except for your blood turning into a completely different material that I haven't gotten around to testing yet. But despite the test results coming back normal, I pulled up your genetic makeup and looked through it, and it isn't completely human. I can't say how it was altered, but part of your code resembled that of... Plants."

It feels like a heavy blanket has been thrown over your whole being. Your heart stops. Your lungs stop. Your body stops. The feelings you've repressed start to push the lid off, ready to boil over. You look up at Vash beside you, and your world collapses.

You don't hear anything else, a storm erupts in your head, and your chest feels like it's about to burst. You don't remember what happened next, you heard some crying and some screaming, but you aren't sure if it came from your head or your lungs. Glimpses into a different laboratory flood your mind on top of everything else, tubes and wires running across the room to a tank, a blue light filling the room, casting shadows of the equipment. Nothing substantial gets pieced together just more fragments of your past that don't fit with others to form a timeline.

As you come to your senses again, your eyes are met with sunlight. No longer are you in the laboratory, it's bright and beautiful as it shines through the leaves of a tree. A memory of home. Or Earth? You lay on your back, head tilted to the side. Your fingers touch blades of grass, and you let a few move through between your index finger and your thumb. This doesn't feel like a memory. As you move your head, you realize you are covered by a red coat, and looking a little more to your side, you see Vash leaning his back against the trunk of the tree, your head laying in his lap. You feel a stark sting in your heart as his worried gaze moves upon you.

"How are you feeling?" his voice asks quietly, and his fingers brush over your face. "Luida gave you something that should have helped you feel better."

You take a moment to think. Your head is still cloudy, and the newly returned memories are littered everywhere with no rhyme or reason. The voices that always plague you are wailing in a far corner of your brain, your chest feels heavy, and your stomach turns from a mix of feelings.

"Broken." You answer honestly and sit up holding onto the coat, looking at it for a moment before taking in your surroundings. "Where are we?"

"It's this ship's biodome." Vash says, his voice sounding sad, "Luida conducts her flora research here in hopes that one day the whole planet could be covered in greenery."

Your hands clutch the red fabric tighter as you pay closer attention to the landscape. The beds of flowers, the different shades of blue flow like water through the garden, and from somewhere you hear the quiet song of a stream.

"I think I vaguely remember our ship having one too." Very brief glimpses of a glass dome come to mind.

"Yeah, most likely. All the big Seeds ships had a biodome, to carry life more than just human to a new home." He falls silent for a bit, trying to catch your gaze even though you avoid his. "Iris... can I ask you something?"

An uncomfortable feeling has been nagging at him—a fear, a worry, an ugly thought. Your reaction to hearing Luida's verdict on your test results. He doesn't know what it meant, and he has been worried since the moment he pieced the information together.

"If I know the answer..." you hesitate, still avoiding looking at him.

"What did that look mean? The one you gave me when Luida told you that part of your DNA is that of a Plant." He swallows, fearing the worst—that you reject it, that you are appalled by that fact.

You clutch his coat even tighter, pulling it against your chest like an embrace. The realization you had come to then had shaken you, it has changed everything. The one thing you thought you could trust came crashing down.

"Didn't you realize...?" Your voice is so quiet, he can barely hear it. "The closeness... the sense of belonging... the feeling like we've known each other for long before you found me... They aren't genuine. None of it is real. I thought you loved me... I thought I loved you... But it's not true... none of it."

"What are you saying?" It feels like someone has wrapped their fingers around Vash's throat. He tries reaching for you, but you pull away from his touch, so he lets his hand hit the ground.

"It's nothing more than a Plant thing... like you have with your sisters... You can feel what they feel, they feel what you feel. We've just created a lie for each other. It's nothing but an illusion... We were drawn so strongly towards each other, everything happened so ridiculously fast. How did we not realize it sooner?" You pull your knees against your chest, your hands still gripping his coat.

"What makes you think that...?" He wants to deny all of it, but a small part of him starts to doubt it too.

"It would explain so much... You can't say you haven't noticed it... Sometimes it seems like I can feel what you feel—your pain... your anguish... your ecstasy... your pleasure. Your presence has always calmed me, and you kept the voices at bay for so long... It's all because of the Plant connection..." You still can't bring yourself to look at him. Your body feels cold, like your heart is bleeding out.

"I've heard your voice... Like that of my... our sisters." He sighs, feeling like his head is spinning. "But you're different. I had no idea until now, I didn't sense you, it's not like I constantly heard you, only the time I got hurt. I don't think it was all a lie."

"I want to believe that, but... It's all too much..." You hide your face into the coat. "And you heard me in the recording... the coldness... the indifference... I have pretended to care for so long that I don't know if I would recognize the real feeling. Those were my words, so maybe I was right. I don't know what love feels like, so how would I know I truly love you. Besides... you deserve better, I'm not a good person, I'll only drag you down with my questionable morality. Some things never change."

"Your morality?"

"Everything I do is because I don't want to feel guilty or I want to make up for it. But that's not a good reason, it's selfish and horrible, that's not kindness. No wonder I never fit in, I'm a coward."

"You aren't that person anymore. You aren't the same as back then, you've had so many experiences, both good and bad, that have shaped you. People change, you can't let something you said back on Earth define the person you are now. I've only seen you as kind and good."

"It's not about the me from back then. I still save people selfishly, my instinct to protect is still the same, and I have said cruel things, thought disgusting thoughts just because I wasn't accepted. I've shown my true colors. I've wished them dead, Vash, I've cursed them with thirst and famine, with disease and hardships. I'm nowhere near as kind as you."

"And I'm the reason we're all stuck on this desert planet..."

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OMG YES PLEASE I LOVE RAMBLING ABOUT CODING!!

There's a couple different moving parts to this one even though it's a pretty small program, but I'll do my best to explain how they each work and fit together! I have no idea what your level of experience is with JavaScript and HTML so bear with me if this gets a little long-winded lol

You asked in the tags specifically about JavaScript and how it knows where the fandom tags are, so I'll start there! This part all happens in the aptly named readtags.js. First of all, I need to explain line 2

This is just setting up a shortcut so that I don't have to write out document.querySelectorAll("something") every time I want to select "something" on the page. So when I write $("something"), it will do the same thing!

querySelectorAll is a method that will get all of the elements on the page that match the given query - in my case, I'm searching for elements with certain CSS classes. This link shows how CSS classes can be used to apply styles to an HTML webpage, but you can also use them as selectors, like so:

As shown in the examples in that link, the words starting with a period are classes, and the "a" is an element. "a" elements are usually links (like the link to browse a fandom tag!) Here, I'm getting all of the "a" elements with the "tag" class that are inside of elements with both the "fandoms" and "heading" classes.

(Just in case you didn't know how to find this information, if you right click on any browser and choose "Inspect," you can see a breakdown of the whole webpage, including all the HTML elements as well as their classes and other attributes. Most will also helpfully highlight the element you right-clicked on when they open the Inspect window)

Luckily, Ao3 is an extremely well put together website, and doesn't have a ton of seemingly useless or confusingly named classes on every element like some websites I've had to look at lately (news websites, I am looking at you.) So it's very simple to find what you need for something like this!

Next up is this little chunk of code:

Since you're already interested in coding I'm not going to go into detail on the concepts of variables and loops, though I'll add some info about JavaScript-specific syntax. "let" indicates that you're creating a new local variable, for example line 22 where I'm making an empty list called tags_text.

On line 23, I'm making a for loop (specifically a for/of loop) that loops through every item in the list "tags" (which we set previously with the query selector!) For each item in the list, we get its text content (we don't want the entire element with classes and attributes!) and add that text to tags_text with "push."

Finally, there's a console.log statement, which is just JavaScript's version of a print statement. You can find the console in the Inspect window, on Chrome and Firefox I believe it's the second tab to the right.

This log statement in particular is using a neat little trick called string interpolation to get the number of tags in tags_text, and then put it in the printed statement. So in the console, you'd end up seeing something like "Found 20 fandom tags on this page!"

And then tags_text is returned to be used elsewhere and that's the end of the function! Again, since you already seem interested in coding, I'm guessing you know the basics of how a function works, so I'm not going into it here. And since this post is already pretty long I'm going to stop here for now, but if you want to know anything else about how this works just ask and I'll be happy to ramble some more lol

graphed my fandoms to end off the year

[tosuckmyweenis]

Just wanted to share a thought but infinite darkness older Leon is 100% the kind of man to buy his girl those vibrating panties as a “romantic” gift and also take full advantage of the fact that he has the remote for it and abuse his power

That is all

Anytime!! Anywhere!!! Absolutely!!

I tried to write a full fic, but I had a few ideas and couldn't decide; the worms aren't worming yet, so enjoy these bits and bobs for now Anon 💕

It's in a slightly weird formatting, but I hope it doesn't bother too much. I'm kind of on the fence about these because i read them over too much but fuck it we ball.

In public while doing mundane tasks?!

The only day Leon is home is, of course, the day you chose to get all your errands done; he only tags along once he convinces you that today would be the perfect day to test out that little gift he got you, wagging the remote in one hand and the black lace in the other. After all, he sounded so convincing, and with that smirk plastered on his perfect face, you weren't going to say no.

Starting off with just the lowest setting on the way to the first store with the reassurance that he'd be on his best behaviour.

Staying close behind you, staring shamelessly at your ass while you're pushing the cart in some grocery store, making your way through the isles trying to grab the box of cereal you needed off the top shelf, he refuses to help.

Waiting until you're on your tippy toes before cranking the power up to max. He loves how your body jerks in shock at the sudden intensity and clamping your hand over your mouth and the inside of your cheek to stop a moan from slipping out. Then, he takes the opportunity to press himself against you to grab the item before leaning down and whispering into your ear. 

"Careful, Sweetheart, You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?" Finally lowering it once he tosses the box in the cart, continuing to do the same thing for every item you reach for over and over, never letting you cum though

"Why should I risk letting other people see your pretty face? It's meant for my eyes alone. Although, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"

Finally, getting everything you need and checking out, loading everything into the back of the jeep. 

He'd just hand you a bag, and when you bend over to put it away, smack your ass, and when you turn to yell at him, he's just leaning on the side, holding the remote and turning it up with a shit-eating grin. 

"Leon, please," shamelessly begging him at this point, your legs finally giving out.

"Sorry, what was that? Please, what?" 

"Please let me cum, s'too much; I need to" 

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you want." 

Deciding to go early in the morning before rush hour was the smartest decision you made that day.

At home while you do chores?!

Doing chores was at the bottom of your list of things you wanted to do today, but things needed to get done, and you refused to ask Leon for help; the poor man works enough as it is and deserves to relax a little.

You were grumbling about it until he brought up a little positive reinforcement, which is how you ended up with a death grip on the edge of the kitchen sink.

You lost count of just how many times you came so far, panting like you just ran a mile, legs trembling, barely able to hold weight anymore.

Staring at the back of his head while watching a movie, his arm lazily tossed over the back of the couch, his thumb mindlessly moving the controls around in no particular rhythm, periodically stopping to give you a break before resuming.

"I don't hear any dishes being washed."

Rinse and repeat until you're just a crying, overstimulated mess.