the good place server exchange 2023
gift works for the good place server's 2022-23 exchange! icon art by @beccadrawing.
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He wonders, sometimes, what decisions he'd make, if he still had Wei Ying. If he had Wei Ying in his life even as a friend. If he had Wei Ying in his life in whatever manner Wei Ying wanted. Of course, he's aware—more than aware—that what Wei Ying wanted was to be out of his life, so it's just yet another foolish thing he allows himself to think about, on occasion.
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Chu Sangwoo wants Jang Jaeyoung to spend the night. It's surprisingly difficult.
5 times Chu Sangwoo and Jang Jaeyoung tried to sleep together and one time they did.
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after the fire, after all the rain by idrilka for occultings (microcomets)
Fandoms: 二哈和他的白猫师尊 - 肉包不吃肉 | The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat
08 Feb 2023
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Memory is a fickle bitch, and so many of Mo Ran’s key memories in her life have been hazy, unreliable, or outright false, leading her down paths she’d rather not tread, but this—this is real. She knows it is. She can still smell Chu Wanning all over herself, the briny-sweet scent of her pussy all over Mo Ran’s fingers even after the shower. Mo Ran presses her hand to her face and inhales, her eyes fluttering shut.
After Chu Wanning gets hit with a lust curse while out on assignment, Mo Ran attempts to grapple with the aftermath.
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- Part 2 of swim through the fires
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Kinn keeps winding Porsche up and leaving him hanging. Porsche isn't loving it.
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until you forget me by defractum for Spodumene
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
08 Feb 2023
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During the Mount Dafan hunt, in the year of the 438th Cultivation Competition, Lan Wangji sees a new-old competitor.
"Have we met?" asks Lan Wangji.
"I'd hope you would remember me if we'd met." The other cultivator looks at him with a bland kind of smile that Lan Wangji has never seen from Wei Ying. Wei Ying could not be bland at anything. And that's not his voice. And yet, it is. It's deeper, like there is grit dusted in, but the inflection, the light hang of humour, that's Wei Ying's.
Lan Wangji blinks. It feels like he's having a hallucination; if he squints, he can see Wei Ying superimposed on this young man and then he blinks again, and he is gone. There's a pressure in his chest, as if someone just inflated a balloon inside of him and plastered all of his organs to the underside of his ribs.
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Or: MDZS, a Modern Retelling