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gravehags · 9 months

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our little remedy

Pairing: Aether x f!Reader x Mountain

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: threesome, PinV sex, anal sex, weed smoking, ghouls being tender as always, Cumulus and Dew cameos

Words: 2,416

Summary: Two ghouls at once was unprecedented for you. But you love a challenge.

a/n: PART 5 BABY HORNY HOURS ARE NOW the way i would let aether and mountain absolutely destroy me...whew

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“Mm…’Lus…I have kitchen duties.”

The ghoulette smiles against your lips and pushes you further into the doorframe. Clearly she pays your concern no mind as she slides her hand into your hair, claws scratching lightly at your scalp.

“Not finished with you yet, my love,” she purrs, hand sliding down to cup your ass. A low wolf whistle comes from the hallway and the two of you part, brows furrowed. Dewdrop is leaning against the door opposite Cumulus’, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. Cumulus lets out a little growl that makes your breath hitch.

“We’re busy, fuck off,” she snarls at him, gripping your hips and frowning.

“Oh I know,” he says slyly, “heard you both loud and clear last night. And you didn’t invite me?” His lips slide into a faux-pout and Cumulus looks like she’s going to launch at him.

“Dew, fuck off,” you say simply in an effort to de-escalate the situation, “and mind your business. ‘Lus, I have to go.” She looks so damn sad, tail flicking lowly behind her. Squeezing her hands you lean over and give her two kisses on her cheek and one achingly sweet one on her plush lips. Dew at least has the decency to look away as you give her a meaningful stare. She sighs and relinquishes your hands.

“If you must,” she says, giving Dew a sideways dirty look.

“Bye, love,” you murmur. “Goodbye, Dewdrop,” you say, brushing his shoulder affectionately as you pass.

You hurry down the hall to make sure you don’t witness any ghoul-on-ghoul violence. It’s still too early in the day for that.

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A week passes, filled with duties both tedious and enjoyable, and you find yourself heading to the common room on your floor. You’ve earned the ire of your fellow siblings after the invasion of ghouls in the space but quite frankly you couldn’t care less. You walk in and immediately register a conversation.

“I don’t think she can handle it.”

Mountain is sitting on the couch, joint in hand speaking to Aether, who sits in a chair opposite with his feet propped up on an ottoman. You loudly deposit your bag in a chair and sidle over to them.

“Who can’t handle what?” It’s not like you to be this nosy but you and the ghouls had become close over the past few months and they seemed to prefer bluntness. Plopping yourself on the couch next to Mountain, you give them both a look. Mountain takes a deep drag from his joint and passes it to you.

“Can’t handle us,” he says simply, exhaling smoke.

You don’t have to ask for clarification - you’ve picked up on what he means.

“Took Cumulus’ strap,” you say, not without a little pride. Aether grins wickedly and winks at you.

“We heard,” he chuckles, watching you take a hit. “Been thinking about those sweet noises you made that night for days now.”

You cough a little on your exhale, making Mountain smile.Your cheeks are burning from the way they both look at you.

“Do you want it?” Mountain queries, accepting the joint back from you. “Both of us?”

Lust simmers low in your stomach as the weed pulls through your system.

“Yeah,” you breathe, biting your lip. Aether’s eyes fly to where your teeth tug on flesh and you see his fists clench. Mountain stands, positively towering over you and you crane your neck to look up at him. Aether follows suit, looming, and you turn your gaze to him.

Oh absolutely, you think.

As if reading your mind, Aether extends a hand and pulls you off the couch.

“Yours?” he asks Mountain as the three of you walk towards the door.

“Yeah. Bed’s bigger.”

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Once again you find yourself in the ghoul den, standing at the threshold of Mountain’s room. He’s right - his bed is massive. The room is decorated with crawling vines and beautiful blooms and idly you wonder how he cares for them in such a dark space. Aether slides his hands around your waist from behind you as Mountain closes the door, making you jump a little.

“Easy,” he purrs, leaning forward to inhale deep at the crown of your head. When you turn in his arms to face him he’s gazing down at you with a soft expression, even with his pupils blown. Suddenly gripped with desire you slide your palm along his jaw and raise yourself on tiptoes to capture his lips. You whimper against him as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours. As he devours you, he guides you backwards towards the bed, where Mountain is sitting. Upon your approach he stands and you slip from Aether’s grasp to enter his. He’s too tall for you to reach so you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your level. When he slides a hand down to bring your hips against him, you moan at the feeling of his hardened cock resting against you.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Aether asks from behind you as he strips himself. You want to turn to look at him but Mountain grips your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up.

“She’s perfect,” he murmurs. Your flush continues to spread across your body and you’re filled with such emotion not only for the both of them, but for all the ghouls. They’ve been so kind to you, so loving - more so than anyone else you’ve met during your time at the abbey. Mountain must see the tears welling in your eyes because he sits, bringing you back to eye level with him.

“You’re perfect,” he repeats, and Aether echoes him before wrapping his arms around you once more. You’re finally distracted from emotion by the feeling of Aether’s lips on your neck as his hands slip the buttons of your habit loose. Mountain helps his effort, sliding the garment down and off your body until you stand before the both of them in your bra and panties.

“C’mon, Mountain,” Aether says, lips on your shoulder.

“Your turn,” you smile at him as he begins to remove his shirt and pants. As he is occupied with that task, you feel Aether unhook your bra and a shiver runs through you as his large hands slip down your body to remove your underwear. When you’re finally nude, you turn to face him and gasp. He’s gorgeous - big, strong, dusted with hair and his cock juts out proudly. He’s nowhere near as long as Swiss but he’s thick - so thick your body aches at the thought of being filled by him.

“You like it?” he asks, bringing a hand down to idly stroke himself.

“Mmhmm,” you respond, stepping towards him and sliding a hand into the hair on his chest. He purrs contentedly as he moves his hand to your breast, teasing your nipple into hardness. You lean into his touch, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him fondling you when you realize Mountain has gone untouched. You turn to face him and your jaw hangs open. He’s already reclined on the bed, slowly stroking his (unbelievably big, you think) cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says with a grin as the two of you make your way towards him.

“Didn’t want you to feel neglected,” you say as you kneel on the duvet. Slowly, you climb over him and swing your leg to straddle him. Leaning forward, you kiss him slowly, letting his cock drag between the two of you as you work your mouth over his. When you shift forward to drag him through your folds, you hear Aether moan behind you. You turn to beckon him and he kneels onto the bed behind you, mouthing at your shoulder blade. With every roll of your hips Mountain’s gaze darkens, and he grips you hard.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, making a surge of wetness slide out of you. “Both of us.”

Unable to handle the teasing drag of his cock against your clit any longer, you sit precariously up on your knees and take him in hand. You can barely wrap your fist around him and you feel a swoop of anxiety. Mountain seems to sense your nervousness and slides his hands to your waist, gazing up at you. When you position yourself above him, you take a deep breath before slowly lowering yourself on him. The stretch is divine, and you hear yourself whimper as you continue to ease him inside you. You finally take him to the base, and Mountain’s eyes roll back in his head. You’re content to sit there for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of being full, when you feel Aether behind you sliding his hands up to your breasts.

“Look at you take him,” he breathes, pinching your hardened nipples. “How does it feel?”

Gently, you roll your hips a little and moan at the sensation.

“Good,” you say, head falling back against Aether’s shoulder as you repeat the motion, “so good.”

You lift yourself up enough almost for the entirety of Mountain to slip out of you and then bring yourself down. His hips jerk upwards to hit that beautiful spot inside of you. Slowly, you begin to ride him and he grips your hips, claws digging into you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mountain growls, thrusting up into you with every roll of your hips, “just like that.”

Aether continues to play with your tits, breath hot in your ear as you arch backwards against him. When he pulls away for a moment to grab something on the dresser behind him, you whine at the loss. He returns, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as his hand drifts down your body to rest on your ass. He spreads you open and you lean forward, arching your back. Gently, he brushes his thumb over your asshole and you buck backwards into his touch. You’ve stopped riding Mountain, too distracted by Aether, but Mountain continues to fuck into you at a steady pace. You hear a small pop from behind you and when Aether’s fingers return to brush over your hole, they’re warm and slick. Biting your lip you let him gently probe a finger into you and he coos in your ear.

“Feel good?” he asks, teasing your hole open until he’s knuckle deep.

Too full to think, you nod your head dumbly, pushing your hips back on his hand so his finger is completely inside of you.

“Good girl,” he purrs, making your cunt clench around Mountain, “can you take another?”

Mountain thrusts up particularly hard, causing you to cry out.

“Yes! Please, Aether,”

Slowly, Aether adds a second finger and you moan brokenly. He eases into you, lightly scissoring his fingers and the stretch makes your clit throb. Aether continues like this for several minutes as Mountain steadily thrusts into you. But it’s just not enough.

“Need you,” you whine over your shoulder. “Need your cock, Aether.”

When Aether slides his fingers out of you you let out a pathetic noise, only to have your cunt clench at the sound of Aether slicking his cock up behind you. When he presses the head against your hole, you arch your back into his touch. With a leisurely pace he slides into you and your jaw hangs open as he stretches you.

“So tight,” Aether hisses. “Isn’t she?”

Mountain grins from beneath you as your eyes roll back. The feeling of both of them inside of you, making you feel so full, practically makes you drool. When Aether begins fucking your ass at an unhurried pace, Mountain joins in. You can barely bring yourself to move, let alone think, as your body hunches over in pleasure.

“Fuck, love,” Aether groans, as his pace begins to pick up. Mountain matches his speed, making you throw your head back and moan again and again. It’s somehow both too much and not enough as you work their cocks, drinking in the desperate and hungry noises they make.

“Mountain,” you pant as your breasts bounce, slick with sweat. “Aether!”

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Mountain says breathlessly. “Don’t stop fucking her.”

Aether’s lips are on your shoulder as he obeys the other ghoul’s command. Mountain’s thrusts become frantic as you continue to ride him, despite the burn in your thighs. When he cums, it’s with a shout and you moan at the feeling of his seed pulsing into you and spilling out. You don’t stop after he’s finished and softening inside you, determined to chase your own high. Aether’s own thrusts are becoming haphazard and he reaches around you to cup your mound, fingers sliding through Mountain’s cum to rub your clit.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Aether pants, “cum on our cocks.”

You whine, desperate to reach your peak and feel Aether finish. All of a sudden, your orgasm hits you like a freight train and you’re crying out over and over as you clench Mountain’s softening cock and Aether’s hard one. It’s exactly what Aether needs to hear because all of a sudden he lets out a broken moan and cums into your hole in drawn out spurts. A moment passes, the only sound in the room being the collective panting of the three of you. When Aether slips himself out, you let out another, far smaller moan at the feeling of his seed sliding out of you and down your cunt to where you’re still joined with Mountain. Gently, Aether urges you off Mountain and picking you up, lays you down on the duvet. You barely register Aether leaving and heading towards the bathroom but when he returns and slips a warm, damp rag between your thighs you make a sweet sound of thanks. Mountain shifts himself over to make room for both you and Aether and you sigh contentedly.

“Well done,” Aether says in your ear.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly, running your hand over Mountain’s chest. Both ghouls are purring and the sound sets you immediately at ease. Suddenly, you think of something that makes you laugh out loud. Both of them cock their heads at you quizzically and you rub your eyes.

“Dew,” you say, grinning, “Dew said he wanted to watch me take both your cocks. He’s going to be so disappointed he missed it.”

Aether loudly snorts and Mountain rolls his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Aether grins against your shoulder. “There’s always next time.”

They don’t stop teasing you about your blush for a while.

#mountain x reader #aether x reader #mountain x reader x aether #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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trivialbob · 5 months

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Last night Sheila and I went to a seafood place. For a cheeseburger.

Coastal Seafoods in Minneapolis is a fresh seafood market. It's a neat little place. When @littlerunnergurl visited us years ago she and I shopped there for ingredients of a seafood stew LRG made for us.

There's a small counter for hot food in back. Two four-tops and a small row of bars stools next to a cold window is the complete dining room. A Facebook page devoted to smashburgers had mentioned this place's burger recently. That's what got us over there.

We ordered one Coastal Burger. "Two 4oz Wagyu Beef Patties, Caramalized Onion Jam, Pickles, American Cheese, & Dijon Mayo on Toasted Brioche!" (images from the Coastal Foods website)

I also ordered the wonderful looking Connecticut Style Lobster Roll. "Warm Lobster & Seasoned Butter on a Toasted Tom Cat Bakery Roll"

The cook cut them in half so Sheila and I could try some of each. Both were fantastic. We didn't order French fries or any sides. The older I get the wiser I am about not ordering too much food. For sure if there had been a serving of fries in front of me I wouldn't have left until the plate was clean. As it was, we walked out feeling satisfied yet not needing to adjust the car seats back so we could fit in the Subaru.

I'd been wanting to see some dive bars. A block away is the Fraternal Order of Eagles #34. It's an appropriately dimly lit place where most of the customers seemed to know each other. We didn't order food, but I almost did just to purchase a cheeseburger for under ten bucks, a rare thing these days.

The bartender was friendly. She knew what to pour for people a few times without asking. I chuckled when she asked us if we'd be okay for a bit unattended when she went outside for a quick smoke.

It's located at the intersection of two similarly named streets. When I was a kid it was mind-blowing when I saw Minneapolis street signs with the same numbers. Sure, the Av and St make a difference, but it still seemed like division by zero to someone not yet accustomed to how cities named numbered east/west and north/south roads. Similarly, I was amazed when my dad pointed out the named streets in some places were in freaking alphabetical order.

After a bottle of beer (and a sunset) we drove south a short distance through the cold and dark night to the Schooner Tavern. It too is at an intersection of numbered streets.

It was a bit louder, but no less dimly lit, than the previous place. The two bartenders were very friendly. Sheila and I again sat at the bar for one beer.

We listened to conversations around us. It was only 5:30 PM but some folks appeared to have started the evening early. A frazzled looking guy (who was probably 15 years younger than he actually appeared) must have gotten the happy hour special on "fucks" which seem to have been a 20-for-1 deal. Whew, I got tired of hearing that word used as noun, verb, adjective, preposition, pronoun, article, and adverb.

The bottles behind the bar appeared to glow. If the bar had been quieter maybe I would have heard them hum.

Sometimes I want of those tiny Red Bull refrigerators with the glass door (as seen in the left side of this picture I took). Sheila doesn't think it would look appropriate on our coffee table no matter how well it fit. People would probably trip over the power cord she also claims. I still want one though.

We still enjoyed the atmosphere while we had one beer. After that we headed to the brewery by our house. It's at the intersection of one named and one numbered street, more to the sensibilities of my suburban mind.

We met up with one couple we know and another couple who were on a second date. The guy is a regular, the woman is new to that crowd. At first she seemed like she wanted to move to a private table. Soon though she warmed up to us, and the six of us had a great conversation.

I'm going to start looking up some more dive bars for another weekend.

#dive bars #numbered streets

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tinandabin · 2 years

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Hellooo I saw your request are open my eyes literally sparkled! Anyway. can I request a Yandere Kokushibo X fem reader where the reader escaped Kokushibo after months of being caged from his grasp,( this is where the timeskip go). Two or three years later Kokushibo managed to find her again not until he noticed a child who looks human but has demon powers (Half Demon) you can continue the rest THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR WRITING 🥰

TYYY AND IM VERY SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! I hope u enjoy this. <333

Thank Muzan for the first time ever because he has sent Kokushibo on a long mission. A LONG ONE. NO JOKE.

You would fucking kiss Muzan's feet without hesitation if you see him. For once he is a saviour.

And of course no one likes to be trapped like a caged bird, like bro, you are tired of eating raw fucking carrots everyday because that is all that shitty Kokushibo can manage. He can barely get you clean water and he says that he would bring the stars for you /j.

Of course, you will take this golden opportunity. No more being scared. KOKUSHIBO ISN'T YOUR FUCKING MOM. MAN UP.

And so you started using your brain, higher than Einstein could, to break the fucking complex shitty lock-system that rat-assed hair man left.

I swear your brain hasn't brained so much in like, 7 hours 37 minutes 28 seconds.

What you didn't realize were the horrors that awaited you in the future. Not now though, you were busy eating flowers.

Skip to Kokushibo finds you escaped, rage-quits, goes through the 5 stages of grief and searches the whole milky galaxy for you but somehow doesn't search one small village. Typical Kokushibo to forget to search one village!

5 months later, your belly has popped, like really popped, like a balloon.

I don't know how to describe pregnancy forgive me.

Fast forward to you giving birth in horror to that half-demon child who literally tried to chomp your leg but whew, thank God and not that dumb fucking Kokushibo that the child, or newborn, didn't have teeth at the moment.

You raised the cutie, very dangerous, has killed multiple rats 👍. Villagers always come screaming to you like, "[NAME] THERE ARE RATS IN MY HOUSE HELP MEEEEEE" and your child darts out like Sonic and somehow murders all of them and eats them and no blood is left. You are known as the 'Rat-Killer Lady.' When it is actually your child.

Okay, I have bullshitted enough. Someone stop my hands from typing this much bullshit.

Anyways, Muzan, Your Saviour, decided he didn't want to be your saviour anymore and sent Kokushibo to that one small particular village where you resided.

And we all know what happens next.

Can we get applause for me getting here.

Thank you.

Kokushibo, being Upper Moon 1, obviously sensed the half-demon child. How could he not, when he could smell his own blood in it? And yours too.

Of course, you couldn't smell him like he could smell you. ( my goodness, what the fuck. )

So it took Kokushibo no time to sweep you off your feet once again, this time with a kid.

The end.

Cries.

Bye.

MASTERLIST

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #dark #yandere #yandere demon slayer #yandere kny #yandere x reader #yandere kokushibo #yandere kokushibo x reader #demon slayer kokushibo #kny kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo

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deke-rivers-1957 · 2 months

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Walter Bi-lick AKA Kid Galahot

Walter gets off the back of a truck and looks around for a business needing new employees. After a half hour he walks into a a lodge.

"Morning. Ah'm lookin for work."

Mr. Zimmerman sits up in his chair.

"Alright you can work with training my tiger in the ring for 5 bucks. Joey can use a good sparring partner."

Walter's eyes widen.

"Tiger? What if Ah get bit?!"

Mr. Zimmerman squints at Walter.

"Bit?"

"Yeah, you know, like - CHOMP! The tiger bites mah arm off."

Mr. Zimmerman has a fit of confusion.

"What the? Joey ain’t a literal tiger! What do ya think I mean?"

"Well, ya know you coulda meant a tiger like the wild animals. Ya know, big, has claws, eats raw meat, chases antelope."

"Yeah like we really got wild animals runnin loose everywhere."

"Ya never can tell 'cose animals do get out of zoos sometimes. And circuses they got them all the time, you know, elephants and tigers and all that kinda stuff."

Mr. Zimmerman groans as he face palms.

"Just get in the ring! Lew start stringing him up."

Lew gets in the ring and starts lacing up Walter's boxing gloves.

"Hey hey hey, Lew, let's stop a minute. Let's let Joey know. Ya know, tell Joey the name and Ah'm supposed to be the sparring partner."

Lew sighs as he turns to a guy at the other end of the ring with a punching bag.

"Hey Joey, ya got Walter here as your sparring partner."

Joey nods as he walks over to Walter. Walter's lips part slightly as he eyes up Joey.

"Alright boy, you're up."

Lew slaps on Walter's helmet and gets on the outside of the ring.

"When yer ready, Howie."

Mr. Zimmerman pulls out his stopwatch.

"And begin!"

Joey immediately punches Walter. Everyone watches in shock as Walter completely fails to block his face. No one can believe it and Lew is just facepalming.

"Hey Walter in case ya wanna block once in a while, it ain’t against the rules."

The fight continues and Joey continues to punch Walter in the face. A group of boxers mutter to each other.

"How’s he handlin all those blows? He should’ve been knocked out by now."

Eventually Joey starts to slow down. Suddenly, Walter punches Joey so hard that he falls against the ropes and then the floor unconscious. Mr. Zimmerman gets in the ring as everyone is in complete shock.

"Joey! Joey! Joey, please. We can't afford to get knocked out by this zombie. Joey! Joey, can't you hear me?"

Joey doesn't reply and Walter starts to feel bad. Lew comes up to him.

"Go on inside. Willy’ll get you yer money."

"Ok."

Walter goes back inside and heads to a changing room. Willy comes inside with the money.

"Here's yer 5 bucks. Ya know I’m thinking of signing you on to be my own fighter."

"Ya are?"

"Right hook like that ya can’t lose. Give it the night to think about it."

Willy leaves the room as Walter starts to change back into his uniform.

Time Skip

Walter sits outside with his back to the door near the other boxers but not officially sitting in their group. Joey comes outside and Walter turns to see him. There's an indescribable energy between the two. Walter can't help but stare at Joey. As much as he's nervous that Joey would lash out at him, there's another emotion bubbling up inside.

"Whew. What'd you hit me with? A bomb?"

The tension breaks as Walter giggles.

"Aw it weren't nothin. Jus worked out that way."

The other boxers call out for Joey to join them.

"C'mon Walter. Sing with us, c'mon."

Walter smiles at being invited to join the group. They all sing together until it starts to get late.

"Awright fellas Ah'm goin to bed."

"Ok. Night Walter."

Walter waves as he heads upstairs to his room. He starts to get undressed and goes to bed. As he starts to dream, he just can't can't get Joey out of his mind.

Time Skip

On the day Joey leaves for a flight to Boston, Willy's sister Rose arrives from the Bronx. In between practice bouts, Walter took up the task of fixing an old Model T. At some point in the day, he walks inside the lodge and sees Rose.

"Uh... hi."

"Hello."

"Um, mah name's Walter."

"I'm Rose Grogan."

Even though Walter has seen quite a few women in life, there's just something about Rose that catches his eye. In fact, the whole world around her seems to turn into a fuzzy glow.

"Do you work here?"

"Well yeah. Ah'm a boxer. Ah mean Ah'm a boxer but Ah really wanna be a mechanic. In fact, Ah'm workin on -"

Walter starts to babble until Mr. Zimmerman shouts from outside.

"Galahad! Hey Galahad get out here!"

Walter flinches.

"Who's Galahad?"

"Uh that's me. Ah gotta go."

"Oh. I guess I'll see you later then, Walter."

Walter walks backwards as he's still distracted by Rose's beauty.

"Yeah. Yeah."

He bumps into the support beam and giggles from embarrassment before walking out the door.

Time Skip

The months pass as Walter writes many letters to Joey while also getting close with Rose. Now that the Model T is fully painted, he can't wait to take her to the 4th of July picnic.

"Uh.. Rose?"

"Yes Walter?"

"Do you... Do you wanna ride in mah car to the picnic?"

She smiles at him.

"I'd like that."

He carefully helps her down from the carriage and leads her to his car.

"What did you say in your letter to Joey this time?"

Walter blushes as he drives.

"That Ah've been missing him. Ah mean Ah like the other guys an all but Joey helped me feel welcome here. He was like their leader ya know so Ah don't think Ah woulda ever been accepted if it weren't for 'em."

Since Walter was paying attention to the road, he never noticed Rose having a knowing smile on her face. Eventually, they make it to the picnic grounds. As expected, there's singing, dancing and food. While Walter and Rose did have fun at the picnic, they start to drift down their own path after a few hours.

"Ya see this? Mr. Prohosko's gonna be givin me this whole shop once he retires. Tha's why Ah gotta have the money from this fight aginst Sugar Boy."

"So no more fights?"

"No more fights. Won't be any need for it. Well..."

Walter starts to babble again and drops a bolt.

"Ah dropped the bolt, 'cuse me."

He kneels to try to find it as Rose helps him.

"What kind of bolt was it, Walter?"

"Quarter inch."

"How big was it?"

She knows this will get Walter to babble again. Which he does only there's a moment of chemistry between them. They can feel each other being drawn closer.

"Walter."

They kiss and it feels very natural. After about a minute they pull away.

"I think I'll be the only one to call you Kid Galahot."

Walter giggles despite the nagging feeling that he isn't telling the truth.

"Yeah. The only one."

Time Skip

It's a week before the Sugar Boy fight. Joey finally returns from Boston and Walter feels strangely elated to see him. The two continued to spar on two sides of the camp. Until one day, Lew noticed that Walter was feeling strangely hopped up.

"Hey Joey, straighten Walter out here."

Joey looks at Walter in surprise. He moves closer and grabs Walter by the shoulders.

"You gotta come with me Walter. Can’t be having Rose see ya like this."

"She won't like it?"

"No. Got a hungry look in your eyes."

"Ya mean like a tiger?"

"Yeah now come on. Gotta calm ya down."

Joey leads Walter to a quiet bedroom. Walter seems to instinctively sit down on the bed.

"How do ya feel, Walter?"

Walter giggles goofily.

"Like Ah could move a mountain."

Joey nods his head like he expected this.

"Certainly got a lotta testosterone in your system."

"Yeah? How do we fix that? Ya think it'd be a good idea to bring in Rose for a little, ya know, "talkin"?"

Joey walks over and sits down next to Walter on the bed.

"Nah. You gotta learn what a lotta boxers do to unwind."

"What do they do?"

"It’s an inside secret that we men help each other out."

Walter slowly gets closer.

"Ya mean like, help each other... uh, let off steam?"

"Yeah. Women would just get hurt if you go at it after a match."

"But ya think that'd help me out?"

"Better than being a race car stuck in neutral."

Walter tries to contemplate this idea. Somehow it's not that bad of an idea.

"Ya sure Rose ain't ever gonna know?"

"Rose knows the business. This isn’t anything new for her."

"So she'll be okay with it?"

Joey claps his shoulder.

"All that’d matter is that yer safe."

Walter looks up at Joey. Just like the first time they met his lips part slightly. Walter can only nod as Joey starts to chuckle.

"I’ve been seeing ya giving me that look since day one."

"Ya have?"

"Ever since you clocked me with that right hook of yours."

Walter blushes. Despite not fully understanding it, he seems to know exactly what Joey means.

"Ya figured it out that quick?"

"Seeing you look at Rose told me yer a terrible poker player."

"Ah guess that's true."

There's an awkward silence. Walter starts to feel calm but deep down he wants to go through with this.

"Well... can we get this over with?"

"Yeah. Might as well."

Joey gets on top of Walter. It's a good thing everyone else is outside or downstairs. Walter would've been completely embarrassed if anyone had heard the loudest bed creaking ever. Not that he ever would've known himself. He got so caught up in the sensations that he doesn't even realize the noises he's making.

"Wow. They oughta call ya Kid Galahot."

Walter's panting while he's lying on the bed feeling completely limp.

"Hmmm."

Walter can barely keep his eyes open as he's experiencing the afterglow.

"See why ya don't wanna be doing this with Rose?"

"Mhmm."

Joey chuckles.

"I'll let ya take a nap then."

He tries to get out of bed but Walter weakly grabs his hand.

"Stay."

Joey's heart melts. For a grown man Walter can really look like a little kid at times. So Joey lays back down next to him.

"Ok. But only for a little while."

Walter moves a little closer to Joey and immediately falls asleep. While no one else will ever know what really happened that day, everyone in that camp knows that Walter will always have that twinkle in his eye every time he sees Joey. They will always have something special.

AN: Shout out to the discord besties for requesting this. It really was an inside joke we shared that Walter and Joey's relationship seemed to be something more than a friendship. I just couldn't help it.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @thedaisymaisy, @karel-in-wonderland, @moonchild-daniella, and @xanatenshi.

#tw sex mention #elvis fandom #walter gulick #bisexual icon #fanfic request

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bl4cktourmaline · 6 months

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（⌒_⌒）— day 4 featuring kusanagi nene

knock knock!

heres some mail!

ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌

⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

❝Can I request 4 for Nene? Tysm❞

━━❝Sweeter than a Christmas Cake❞

"Thanks for helping me carry these bags [name].. Sorry for not being able to carry much."

"It's alright Nene~! Always happy to help you."

You replied, setting the bags on the kitchen counter, which you slowly took out the ingredients inside them.

"What will we be baking? I know it's quite a bit as you said you planned to give them to your troupe."

"I was thinking of a big christmas cake as well as some cookies. I-I hope I'm not asking too much of you.."

"I'll be happy to bake with you, no worries at all. I'm free all-day today"

You gave her a small smile as you reassured her that she won't be a bother at all.

"I'm glad to hear.. Let's get to baking, shall we?"

You gave her a nod as you guys started to make haste in the kitchen, splitting jobs to ensure everything goes by swiftly and gets done on time. Your job was to make the cookies while Nene was to bake the Christmas cake.

»»-----► After some hours went by... ❍✧

Ding!

"Ah the cake should be done by now.."

As Nene went to open her oven. The freshy baked scent of the vanilla cake's aroma filled the kitchen.

"Wow, that smells really good. Good job Nene!"

"Thanks, I hope it'll taste as good as it smells."

Nene tried to take it out of the oven, however since it was pretty big, it was quite heavy.

"..Nngh"

She struggled trying to lift it out of the oven. Only for you to arrive to save her.

"Like I said, if you need help I wouldn't mind."

You lifted the cake without any hassle and put it down on the table, patting Nene's head for her attempt to take it out before resuming your work of making 50 cookies.

Nene was a little glad you didn't see her flushed face and for not noticing a smaller cake pan inside the oven, before she slowly took it out with ease due to its miniature size.

Nene then proceeded to carefully decorate her cakes while you had just finished mixing your cookie dough and was waiting for the oven to bake them.

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It was 8.41pm, and you guys had just finished clearing up the kitchen while the treats were neatly packaged up.

"Aaaaand we're done cleaning! Whew, who knew baking would take this long?"

"It was fun baking with you, thanks for the help once again"

"No problem! I'll start heading home now since I'm done helping-"

"W-wait! Here, this is your share of treats..!"

Nene called out before you exit the kitchen. In her hand was a bag consisting of 5 cookies and a small cupcake which she had made on the side.

"S-sorry this isn't much! I just wanted to repay you a bit for the hel-"

Squeeze!

"E-eh?!"

"Awh! Thank you so much Nene, you're so sweet. You didn't need too! I only helped cause you were a good friend of mine."

"..You're more sweeter than a Christmas cake"

"What was that?"

"N-nothing! You should head home, it's getting late."

As you slowly pull out of the hug and accepted the gift as you waved farewell to your good friend, Nene.

I'll confess to [name] next year..

Like she didn't say that for the past few years

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from Santa X!

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Eee! Thanks so much for requesting this prompt with Nene. I really enjoyed writing for one of my favorite charas<3

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nitewrighter · 7 months

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Scoops! (Part 7-- Epilogue)

Whew! Finally done! I have a lot of notes on this story at the end on my AO3, but I think for tumblr, the less clutter the better. It was honestly such a rush writing this, and everyone who's been reading from the start, thanks for sticking with me this past... *checks timestamps* Month. Jesus. I must have been possessed or something. For those of you who are just seeing this story now, congrats! You can start back at the beginning and not get screwed over by my cliffhangers!

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Read it on AO3 here!

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It had been about three hours. Clark was still in his full Superman uniform, but oddly he wasn’t doing his usual ‘majestic hover looking over the city.’ Instead, he was sitting on the edge of Lois’s apartment building, elbows resting on his knees, like a big kid. Lois huffed and pushed her scarf up under her chin as she elbowed her way out of the stairwell, stuffing her hands under her armpits for warmth in the quickly fading daylight. A small radio was playing next to him.

“…Officer Maxwell Jensen, one of the newest recruits to the Metropolis Police Department’s Special Crimes Unit, was killed today while attempting to stop unidentified terrorists from stealing the remains of Anthony Ivo’s Parasite suit husk from downtown. While there are conflicting accounts, the terrorists seemed to be in possession of technology similar to that used in Metropolis’s recent string of crimes. Federal sources have assured WGBS that the Parasite suit was destroyed in the ensuing conflict, and that they will be continuing to monitor the situation. In light of these events, Police Commissioner Bill Henderson is in talks to expand the SCU’s budget—”

Lois turned off the radio next to him, forcing him to blink and snap out of his haze.

“How’d it go?” she folded her arms.

“It… wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But like, three different people told me I needed to go lay down.”

“You do,” said Lois, plainly.

Clark scratched at his temple with a fingernail, “I look that rough, huh?”

“You do,” said Lois, more intensely.

“I know, I just… I kind of needed it,” Clark spoke absently, before looking at his hands, “I—I needed to be sure they were back. I needed to do something that wasn’t… punching a robot or getting thrown through a wall.”

“I know,” said Lois, softly.

“And I was going to come inside, but I needed to think,” said Clark, “Just for a minute.”

“I know,” Lois said again, now beginning to feel a bit ridiculous at how much she was repeating herself, but Clark tended to keep things wrapped up tight inside of himself, when he talked like this, she found it was easier to gently lead him along and let him unspool it on his own. It took her a while to figure that out, and it was partially something she had to learn by watching Jimmy. It also took Clark a while to learn, too, that for all his invulnerability, he wasn’t nearly as good at hiding when something affected him as he thought he was—at least when it came to the people that loved him.

Both were quiet, but Lois shuddered as another cold wind blew through.

“Cold?” said Clark.

“I’m fine,” she said to him, trying to push a bit of lightheartedness into her voice, “I keep thinking you need a winter version of that suit. Aren’t you cold? Or is the invulnerability to cold, too?”

“I get colder when I’m tired,” Clark wasn’t looking at her, “At night, too. I’m colder at night.” He seemed to perk up slightly, and a beat of silence hung between them. He glanced over at her.

“What?” she tilted her head.

“Oh—-just… as soon as I said that, I thought you were going to hit me with something like ‘At night, huh?’ And you’d do your little eyebrow thing. And I’d turn into a stammering idiot, as usual, and—now that I’m saying it I realize that’s a really dumb expectation to have, but I mean you are funny, you’d just have something smarter to say than that but—” he caught himself and trailed off, “Sorry. It’s been a weird day.”

“Weird day,” Lois repeated. So much for gentle, patient, unspooling. She took a long steady inhale through her nostrils. “Okay, no, you know what? You’re not doing this.” “Not doing what?” said Clark.

“You’re not going to just… shrug off something that was clearly traumatic.”

“I’m not shrugging off anything—”

“Clark, you had a shock collar put on you.”

“I know.”

“By me.”

“But she wasn’t you—” Clark started and then seemed to catch himself. “Oh—” ‘I know what this is about’ rippled across his features and his face dropped, “Oh god, Lois, I’m so sorry.”

“No-no-no-no, you aren’t making this about me,” Lois’s voice was going thick.

“But I know what you’re going through right now—” Clark started.

“What I’m going through is seeing you hurt!”

“But it’s not just that, is it?”

Lois stared at him, mouth hanging open but jaw tensed, furious at those big soft sky-blue eyes of his. No, you don’t get to do this. No, I’m not the one to be saved, here. But god, it still came pouring out of her.

“I just—I just hate it!” Her breath was short, “I love you and I can’t stand seeing me hurt you! I can’t stand hearing them talk about you like—like you’re a weapon or an animal with my voice! I would never—Okay I know I was trying to teach you some sparring moves before this but I would never—!”

“It’s okay, I know, I trust you,” Clark put his hands on the outsides of her arms. Always so fucking careful with her.

“And I’m upset because you should be more upset about it!” Her breath shuddered for a second but she inhaled sharply, not letting that turn into a sob, not letting whatever levy was holding the tears back break, “I know how much it hurts you when people are scared of you like that.”

His grip on her arms instinctively slackened at that, and he glanced down. “Okay… you’re… not wrong about that,” he took his own steadying breath, “But… look, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with people like that, and I really doubt it’s going to be the last, so—”

“And she laser-blasted you!”

“Lois,” he gently touched the corner of her jaw, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but this wasn’t the first time I’ve been shot by an alternate universe version of you.”

Lois’s eyes went wide and one corner of her mouth twitched.

“I mean it’s not fun, or anything, obviously,” Clark pulled his hands away from her and went on, his feet drifting off the ground—sometimes he floated when his mind was particularly occupied, she noticed, “It’s definitely not something I would ever want to go through again, but… it’s less of a shock the second time?”

“Claaark—!” Lois blurted out, distressed.

“Okay, that’s not really the point I wanted to make,” Clark ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated huff before his eyes met hers again, “What I’m saying is… I love you too, and no evil alternate version of you is going to change the way I feel about you. And in a weird way, it’s kind of a relief knowing there is an evil ‘you’ out there. Or at least a morally ambiguous antihero ‘you.’”

“What?” said Lois.

“I mean…” Clark drifted away from her, out over the edge of the building, folding his arms over his chest and staring out over the city. It was a strange moment where Lois was more starkly aware of the vast void of the street beneath him, rather than the fact that he was currently defying gravity. “I saw all those evil me’s. All those versions of Superman as this… force of terror and destruction. I still hate the thought of it…” His eyes flicked to hers, “Probably as much as you hate seeing that version of yourself. But it helped me realize, you don’t need powers to hurt people. I know my powers make me different, but they don’t make me… that. It all comes down to the choices we make and how our world shapes us, and I think seeing that version of you really helped me see that.”

Lois’s lips pressed thin.

“And… it just makes me realize how lucky I am to be in this universe with you,” he said, his eyes softening as a small smile lit up his features. He floated toward her again before finally letting his feet touch on the ground in front of her. Lois just stared up at him for a few seconds before making an exhausted groan and pretty much thumping her forehead onto the shield crest on his chest.

“Hey,” Clark cupped his hands at her jaw and kissed her forehead, “It’s okay.”

She looked up at him. Her hand went up to the red welts and Lichtenberg figures at his throat from the collar, hovering over the skin. He had a broken blood vessel in one eye, a splotch of red angrily snarling around big soft blue—whether it was from the repeated electrocutions of the Spider Lady, or the fight with Amazo, neither of them was sure. He gently brought up his own hand over hers, pressing her hand against his neck.

“I’m okay,” he said, before enveloping her in a hug, unthinkingly floating them both off the ground as he did so. He took her hand in his, studying her split knuckles. “Are you okay?” His eyes met hers again.

She stared at him for a few seconds. “No,” she said quietly, glancing down, “I just keep… seeing her. Seeing me. The way she didn’t even blink when you were twisting like that and—and I just…” her hand squeezed his, those scabs on her knuckles straining, threatening to bleed again in the cold, dry air. A short, forced chuckle fell out of her. “So, does the invulnerability help you with that? Does your brain…?” The question trailed off. One of those things that started in lightheartedness and then collapsed in on itself as she realized she really didn’t know.

“…I’ve been getting nightmares,” Clark said quietly, and Lois’s head jerked up to look at him, “Between what I saw on the file, and what your dad showed me about Zero Day I…I’ve been getting them for a while. I’m sorry. I should have told you, but… I was scared. And I didn’t want to scare you. And I’m scared of how angry it makes me, knowing there are me’s like that out there. And I’m scared the more I think about it…” he trailed off. How many more times could he say the word ‘scared’ before it lost all meaning?

“So what you’re saying is… you’re not okay,” said Lois, raising her eyebrows at him.

Clark set his jaw nervously for a moment before huffing out a breath. “Yeah. I guess so. I mean… I’m not.”

A few long seconds passed between them before Lois smushed her cheek against his chest again. “How did you know her bracelet would short out the collar?”

“I didn’t,” said Clark, “I mean, I knew it shocked, but… I wasn’t sure. If it didn’t work, I hoped maybe it would distract her enough to…”

“You were counting on me?” Lois’s eyebrows raised.

“Kind of? Really, I was mostly counting on shorting the collar out, but I mean, you do actually have more formal hand-to-hand combat training than me. But also I was operating under a lot of electroshocks and a blow to the head at the time so…”

“Ugh, I thought it was my job to do the stupid stunts,” her voice was half muffled against his chest.

A short, soft chuckle escaped him. “Hey, I’m the one who keeps coming at people completely sheeted forward in a fight.”

“You do have to work on that!” she stuck her chin up at him defiantly. He just gave her an ‘I know’ smile, and she furrowed her brow, before pulling herself up, first kissing him on the jaw, then the mouth. He met her softly, feeling her fingers weave into his hair as the kiss deepened, feeling those fingers tense, almost pulling, almost. A little flare of need in the way her mouth pressed against his, that little grip of ‘mine.’

My Clark.

He held her closer to him as well, arms cradling and carefully tightening around her, trying to push out all the memory of the pain of electrical shocks and impact of weaponry and punches and kryptonite from the day, trying to replace it with the sensation of her body pressed against his. Replace the blunt, heavy pain with the weight of her in his arms, replace the sharpness and suffocation of kryptonite with her warmth. He could still kind of feel those hits from the fight, in the way you could still feel the sensation of the ocean after throwing yourself bodily into the waves for hours. He knew he and Jimmy would have to sit her down and talk to her about the Kryptonite at the League headquarters, but it would at least be easier with Jimmy backing him up… or maybe they would both team up on him with ‘Seriously, Clark, that was insane and you nearly died, you can’t keep doing stuff like that’ which was… also fair. He didn’t need to worry about that for now, though. Now was just softness, and super-hearing picking up her heartbeat, the rhythm of it against his own chest, and the sky tinging lilac and periwinkle, and—did she just shiver again? Her lips broke from his. “You can work on it later, though…” she murmured.

“What do you think…?” said Clark, as she leaned her head on his shoulder, the exhaustion of the day soaking in, “Takeout and that period piece we’ve been meaning to see that you know neither of us is going to stay awake for?”

“Mm…” Lois looked off, “Maybe we should check on Jimmy. I mean… he… ”

“Lost his drone, which got turned into robot god by evil you, and then got sent to another dimension,” said Clark, talking through the events and realizing there was no way you could summarize them without sounding insane.

“Yeah…” said Lois.

“I texted him, but he hasn’t really gotten back to me for a couple hours now,” Clark shrugged.

“…he’s not making another Scoops already, is he?” Lois arched an eyebrow.

“I dunno,” Clark shrugged.

Lois stared at him for a few seconds before giving him another pecking kiss on the cheek. “Let’s get you inside, Smallville.”

———

“It’s with an ‘A?’” Jimmy was staring at the side of the decaf chestnut mocha where Jalana’s name was scribbled, “I thought it was spelled with an ‘E.’ Like jalapeño. The ‘A’ makes you think it should be pronounced ‘Jalahna.’”

“Still better than Jimberly,” said Jalana, taking the cup from him.

Jimmy gasped. “Who told you?!”

She just gave him a lopsided smile and he said, “Right, duh,” as he grabbed his own cinnamon cayenne hot cocoa order from the counter. They stepped out from the coffee shop into a cold night on Metropolis’s streets. Jimmy was staring up at the sky, Metropolis’s light pollution and the clouds of a winter sky obscuring the stars.

“…thinking about Scoops?” Jalana stepped next to him.

“Yeah…” Jimmy said quietly. He looked at his cup for a minute. “I saw.. a lot of different Amazos looking through the League computer. But uh… jeez, if you guys were worried about Clark turning evil…”

“But this Amazo was made by you, not Ivo,” said Jalana, as they both started walking down the street.

“I know, but I’m not anywhere near Ivo’s level, heck I was literally just using hardware he made… but I hope… I hope the fact that it was me makes a difference for him,” Jimmy rolled the grip of his fingers on his cup before taking a long sip, sugar and chocolate and spice and warmth going right to his heart and brain. His breath fogged out of him.

“We are going to be monitoring the situation,” said Jalana, “We don’t want to do anything to provoke the Spider Lady or the Android, but obviously introducing such a powerful entity to an already unstable universe warrants observation.”

“Think some of those reports can find their way into Flamebird?” Jimmy quirked an eyebrow.

“If I hear anything about your baby, you’ll be the first to know,” said Jalana, elbowing him.

“Oh god that’s too weird to think about now,” said Jimmy.

“You did make it,” said Jalana.

“I made an orb…drone thing. Sure, the orb can be a baby, but I can’t really call an 8-foot-tall sentient parasite suit that now weirdly has my best friend’s voice coming out of it a ‘baby.'”

“Everyone says that when they become a father,” said Jalana, sagely.

“Literally no one says that,” said Jimmy.

Jalana just smirked and sipped her own drink.

“Think they can actually pull it off?” asked Jimmy, “Stabilizing their universe, I mean.”

“I don’t know,” said Jalana, “I mean, I’ve seen loads of Lois Lanes save their universes. Hell, I’m in the organization of ‘Lois Lanes who save the multiverse.’ But Earth 19-Y is pretty far gone. At the very least, it’ll keep them both busy for a while, which is good for the whole multiverse.” They took a turn into Centennial Park, the grass on either side of them was frosted and snowflakes were starting to fall, getting caught in the soft glow of the lampposts.

“So, any other universes where I’m a villain?” asked Jimmy, “Just… I figure we should cover our bases here.”

“A couple,” Jalana shrugged, “None for you to really worry about, though.” She paused, smiling a little. ”There’s one where we’re a giant turtle kaiju,”

“Really!?” Jimmy’s face lit up.

“But honestly, a lot of the time we’re more likely to be dead than villains. Olsens get killed off in a lot of universes,”

“Wow…” Jimmy stared off into the distance, “The multiverse is racist.”

“Jimmy, we aren’t black in every universe.”

Jimmy gave her a skeptical side-eye.

“I literally just told you there’s a universe where you’re a giant turt—You know what? Never mind,” Jalana sipped her mocha, “It’s one of the things you have to get used to, in the League, the concept of being dead in another universe, the hole you leave. You can’t really take it personally.”

“…maybe you guys should start taking it personally,” said Jimmy.

“What?” said Jalana.

“Well, the Spider Lady said that you guys were basically using her universe as a petri dish. And… from what I saw of your archives, even if you guys were stopping big inter-dimensional criminals, you still needed her universe to be horrible and miserable so it could act as a kind of… multiverse barometer for you to track the movement of inter-dimensional contraband. Her universe was messed up by stuff that was well beyond her control, and you guys didn’t do anything to un-mess it, even though you definitely had the means. Is that right?”

Jalana looked stunned. “I mean I don’t decide the policy—“

“Jalana…”

“…yeah,” said Jalana after a few seconds, “You’re right. We didn’t.”

“How many universes were made better by having all their nastiness dumped into hers?”

“A lot…” said Jalana, and then, “Enough,” but her mouth pulled into a grimace. “Look, it wasn’t that easy. How are you supposed to tell the people from the Hell-Worm universe, ‘Oh hey, I know you’re all celebrating the fact that you no longer have Hell-Worms, but uh-oh, it turns out your Hell-Worms were just beamed to a different universe by a bad guy and we have to put them back now?’ So you… you don’t take it personally.” She was wincing at her own words.

“That doesn’t stop the people in their own universes from taking it personally,” said Jimmy.

“No.. it doesn’t,” said Jalana.

“…do you think it’s going to be like that for us?” Jimmy’s voice went oddly level.

“What?” Said Jalana.

“I mean, me, and Clark, and Lois,” said Jimmy, “There’s still so much we don’t know about what Clark can do, and I know it scares him. But he wants to help, and he’s going to do more, and more. The problems are going to get bigger. The world is going to get bigger. We already have to tell him he can’t do everything just in this city for his own sake, but what if we become like the League? Letting whole universes suffer for what we think is the greater good? Destroying things for what they could become, rather than just seeing them for what they are?”

Jalana weighed his words for a few seconds. “I think… as long as you do worry about that, you don’t have to worry about it, do you know what I mean? When you stop worrying about it…that’s when you should be worried.”

“Probably going to have to come up with a better system than that,” said Jimmy, “I mean we could worry about it while still doing it, is the thing.”

“Yeah,” said Jalana, sipping her drink, “…it should probably be a bigger red flag for me that one of your big fears for your universe is ending up like us, huh?”

“I mean, yeah, you had all that ‘Evil Superman’ footage, but end of the day, for our Clark, you guys shot first.”

“Mm,” Jalana just sullenly sipped at her drink again.

“Well you didn’t,” Jimmy corrected himself, “Are you still going to stick with the League? That’s twice, or like, five times you’ve helped us now. Are you going to get like, interdimensional-court-martialed?

“Lanes need Olsens,” Jalana shrugged, “If there’s one consistent thing I’ve seen for Jimmies and Jalanas and Jaimes and Gemmas and Yakovs across the multiverse, it’s that, at our best, we keep our friends grounded. We remind the world of what really matters. Hopefully what happened with the Spider Lady will be a wake-up call, but if it isn’t…” she stirred the ice in her drink, “Either way, I have work to do with the League. Speaking of which,” she held her hand out expectantly.

“What?” Jimmy said innocently.

“Flamebird to Flamebird, don’t bullshit me,” said Jalana flatly, “I want to be able to write down that you were compliant in the report.”

Jimmy sighed, “Fine,” he said, fishing the Spider Lady’s inter-dimensional burn hole projector out of his jacket pocket and handing it over, “You don’t know if I was actually going to use it.”

“Sure I do,” said Jalana, pocketing it.

“…Is Yakov the turtle kaiju Jimmy?” Jimmy asked after a few seconds.

“No, Yakov Olsenovich is a ballerino.”

“I'm a ballerino!?”

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It was a miracle Earth 19-Y was still holding together. Literally. To its credit, the disastrous warping of its magnetic field lent itself to beautiful auroras glittering across a furious dark red sky, but also resulted in phenomena could only be described as ‘mass migratory bird suicides’ and ‘lightning that goes the wrong way,’ among others. The constant rain of debris burning up in its atmosphere made every night a dread-filled spectacular meteor shower, which was its own strange consolation prize for stars that were no longer visible.

A pale blue portal opened several hundred feet above a troubled ocean, and Amazo hovered out. The Android was no longer holding the Spider Lady by her jacket like a scruffed kitten, but rather carrying her bridal style as she kept her arms furiously folded across her chest and simmered in its arms. Amazo’s blank orange eyes surveyed its surroundings. It saw churning seas that had all but devoured every soft edge of a beach and now snapped and battered violently at crumbling cliffs at every shoreline. It saw the distant fires of rockets and anti-missile defense systems blinking and blooming against dark horizons.

“…it’s best not to stay in the open like this too long,” said the Spider Lady, looking at the seething, spraying waters below them. She squinted into the distance and made out a sad scribble of a skyline. “There,” she pointed, “Take us over there.” Amazo glanced down as she took in a breath as if steeling herself.

“Why there, Miss Lane?” Amazo tilted its head.

“It’s home,” the Spider Lady’s voice was barely audible over the roar of waves below.

Amazo seemed to process her words for a second, before taking off in that direction. She tightened in the android’s arms in the ensuing blast of wind and spray of water, tucking her chin against her collarbone and squeezing her eyes shut. In a sense she had succeeded, she had gotten Amazo, brought the Android back to her world, but she was still coming back to a world without her Jimmy. The world she had left to save would now be her prison, and the weapon she had sought to save it with, her warden. She lifted her chin to glare up at Amazo, who was staring blankly ahead as it flew. Stupid robot, she thought darkly.

The Metropolis of her world was not the clean art deco lines and gleaming elevated trains of the Metropolis of Earth 12-M, but a twisted and burned shadow of it. Even the great ringed celestial sphere sculpture topping the Daily Planet building was a warped and crumpled crescent, like something had taken a bite out of it. Amazo chose that as the landmark to touch down on.

Amazo had barely assumed a stable standing position on the Daily Planet’s roof when the Spider Lady furiously flapped an arm in the Android’s face, her legs trying to flail out of its grip. “Down. Put me down.”

The android all but dropped her and she stumbled a few steps away from him to regain her balance. Her head was still pounding and her body ached all over from the beating that other Lois had given her, and actually standing on her own two feet gave her a chance to finally assess the damage that had been done. Her head was swimming from equal parts exhaustion, not eating, and the welts and bruises she could feel making their presence known as the adrenaline of everything faded. The Spider Lady swept her hands down the front of her dress with distaste before looking around, her shoulders visibly slumping. “Shithole, sweet shithole,” she said, softly, looking around the ruined Metropolis.

Amazo was silent behind her, a golden sentinel, what should have been her ultimate weapon now turned to… she didn’t know what. A hero, if all the morons one world back could be believed, but she knew better than that. Across so many worlds, Amazo, too, was a force of fear and destruction. It would be safer as a weapon. Sentience? The ability to make its own choices? No, she couldn’t trust that at all. She put her hands on her hips and puffed out a breath.

“All right, Golden Boy,” she said, “Let’s get one thing straight: Without me you’d still be a glorified camera orb floating around in the happy-go-lucky rom-com ‘Oh no, killing is bad’ universe. So I expect to be treated with a little respect if we’re both going to be stuck here.”

“I do not see how showing you disrespect would benefit the current situation,” said Amazo.

“Ugh, how much of that Clark did you absorb?”

“I do not absorb, I duplicate. Though, I can understand the confusion, seeing as the exterior of this chassis was previously the Parasite of Earth 12-M.”

The Spider Lady dragged a hand down her face with barely contained rage. Amazo looked out towards the horizon.

“I was made to save this universe,” said Amazo, like it hadn’t been saying that this whole damn time, “I anticipated dire conditions, but it is clear there are multiple crises happening both independently and interdependently.”

“What, were you thinking you’d just… take care of it all in one go? Fly around the world really fast? Turn back time? No, it doesn’t work like that.. this world is broken forwards and backwards.”

“I see…” Amazo said slowly.

“Where do you want to start?” said the Spider Lady, “The Marianas trench fish man invasion? The giant living metal engine city that’s grown over the smoking crater that used to be L.A. County? That one psychic who’s possessed the entire British Isles and will likely kill everyone if he has an aneurysm which could happen in the next few hours? The Hell-Worms? Take your pick. You can pretty much chuck a rock anywhere and there’s something to do.”

“What is causing the disruption in this earth’s magnetic field?” Amazo asked after a few seconds, looking up.

“Oh, that?” The Spider Lady chewed her thumbnail, “That was a failed doomsday device from some other dimension from a few years ago. It’s still stuck in our core. Apparently it didn’t work on our earth because it was meant for another planet and…” she flapped a hand, “Iiii don’t think you should start with that. You only have the Kryptonian’s powers. And you’d have to go to the planet’s core and like… get it spinning again? Jimmy knew more about it than me…” she trailed off quietly, then suddenly perked up, “Oh you know what? I’m pretty sure that lava monster is still attacking Iceland. Actually, we probably don’t have an Iceland any more but the lava monster’s definitely still there. Go beat that thing up, get its powers, and then you can go to the earth’s core.”

“An adequate strategy.” Amazo mused, floating off the ground slightly, “Thank you, Miss Lane.”

“Psh. You would have figured it out on your own, probably,” the Spider Lady shrugged.

“It is my understanding that many universes have collapsed in the absence of their respective Lois Lanes,” said Amazo, solemnly, “Do not underestimate your importance to this one.”

A blush crept up the Spider Lady’s cheeks—or maybe it was just all the broken blood vessels from all the punches. Yeah, that had to be it.

“Eh—” the Spider Lady’s breath caught in her throat for a second before she shook her head and then barked, “D-didn’t I tell you to go beat up that lava monster!? What are you doing floating there, for!? Hop to it, Golden Boy!”

Amazo gave her a single, acquiescent nod that send another flush of heat up the back of her neck, then took off, leaving the Spider Lady on the roof of the ruined Daily Planet. “Stupid robot…” she muttered under her breath, fidgeting with her hair.

#My adventures with Superman #MAWS fanfic #clois #DC

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naomiknight-17 · 1 year

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I had a stress dream where I was on a bus chatting with a friend and I suddenly realized I'd missed my stop so I hopped off the bus in a panic

But I had no idea where I was. Just trees either side of the road as far as the eye could see, except there was a small aquarium across the road

So I went into the aquarium to ask for directions and the guy was like "Oh wow, yeah, you're a loooong way from home, here's how to get to a train that will take u back that way"

The train - unlike so many transportation options that appear in my stress dreams - actually DID take me home, but it took too long. I'd missed an important babysitting/class-teaching thing I'd had scheduled (like it was my job and I missed a shift??) But my mom covered for me. Whew

BUT. Also it was after 5 pm and that meant I'd missed my cat's very important vet appointment and there was no way to reschedule!! Ack!

So I woke up panicking about the appointment only to look at the clock and see that it was still over 4 hours away

Worrying about Billi's vet appointment is much of the reason I couldn't get to sleep in the first place last night. Of course it got into my nightmares too.

#she has reduced appetite and her mobility has worsened so. gotta go talk to the vet and get some tests done and stuff #poor baby bill #mod post #nightmares #stress dreams #sick animal mention

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lynzishell · 10 months

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(main blog of @occult-roommates, specifying cause I'm not sure if we're mutuals through my main) List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals & followers!! <3

Thanks so much for the ask! And sorry it's taken me so long to respond. But here goes, 5 things that make me happy...

The Sims 4 - I'll start with the obvious. I love this silly game, whether I'm creating a character, building a house, setting a scene for a story, or just relaxing and playing. I enjoy it all.

My cat, Dexter. Sometimes more dog like than cat like... he greets me at the door, licks my nose, and chases his tail... and he gives the absolute best snuggles.

Cooking - Specifically, I love cooking vegan meals and trying new recipes. I'll kick everyone out of the kitchen, put on my headphones, and spend 2-3 hours making a meal.

Sunday mornings - My partner and I will stay in bed late, drinking coffee, and sharing stupid memes or videos we've collected for each other during the week. It's the best!

Miniatures - Something about teeny tiny things makes me squeal lol! And I love building these little DIY miniature houses and shops. They are starting to fill up the shelves in my home.

Whew! That took longer than I'd like to admit, but I did it! Thanks again for the ask, it was lovely to start the day on such a positive note. 🤗💖

#lynzi answers #airbussy-a330 #occult-roommates #happy thingz

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rothjuje · 1 year

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I’m finally feeling back to my normal self and it’s so. nice. Around Thanksgiving my mental health took a nosedive. It started with a small existential crisis and then a bunch of small things snowballed (kids being sick since mid October, Justin traveling a lot, no Thanksgiving plans, my friend keeping me sane went back to work, Alyssa struggling behaviorally and academically, George struggling with public outings, anxiety flare up, and a bad period). Whew.

Anyway. Existential crisis is still alive and well, but it’s mostly situational. Our goal, for our entire 10 years together, has been to move to a desirable location. We have been working on relocating somewhere where we both can be happy and put down roots. And now we’re here, and I am deeply grateful for that, but also I am left without A Goal and it’s made me panicky.

I have so many small goals, but my story arc is gone. I think it’s the ADHD in me that is attracted to bright and shiny goals. It is challenging to emotionally invest myself into just regular life stuff. Adderall has helped me get regular life stuff done, but when they wear off the consuming panic of why does consciousness exist/why am I here/what should I be doing? sets in.

I’m hoping eating more vegetables and daily exercise and my sun therapy lamp will quiet it.

Anyway. Our 6 month (!!!) anniversary of moving to MA was Dec 19. I cannot believe we’ve been here for 6 months. Well, I can, it feels like a lifetime. Jan 15 will be 6 months at home in Georgetown.

We walked the property for the first time recently (yeah I don’t know why it took 5 months, but also couldn’t take twins to the top of the mountain with no trail so needed a babysitter) and discovered property that we thought was ours is not and property we thought wasn’t ours is. Which is very surprising after living here for almost half a year haha.

Apparently from the edge of our front lawn and all the way back to the top of the hill is two thirds of our 1.84 acres. We thought the hill went further up and that most of our land was unusable. But to the right there is a whole other part that we couldn’t even see before the leaves fell, and then we just assumed it was the neighbor’s. But it’s ours and it’s one third of our total land, which is a lot. And there are several flat spots! Lots of trees though. But definitely room for a fire pit and kids’ play area.

I’ve worked a lot with Alyssa recently, academically and behaviorally (she’s waitlisted for behavioral therapy) and she’s in a much better place and is able to complete assignments with minimal direction. She has a bit of a wild side, but I think it’s more ADHD related than from behavioral issues. We have a lot of similarities (very creative and perpetually bored) but my anxiety always kept my behavior in check. Alyssa is the opposite of a people pleaser, and I love her free spirit, but it makes cooperating in the classroom more of a challenge for her.

George is also in a better place with public outings. He got dragged on so many holiday errands and was a champ. I think if we don’t do errands for a while he’ll panic in public but if it’s regularly he knows what to expect and will actually scream less than Gen. But that’s no surprise, she’s still the feistiest three year old I know.

I need to go back to work. Or at least have the goal of going back to work to keep me sane. I’m going to pursue real estate for a year and if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. Classes here are only 40 hours and courses are currently on sale. I just need to jump.

What else? We’re getting an inexpensive treadmill as soon as we decide on if we’re doing the basement floors or not. I am going to run to the loudest music possible at 8 pm every night. I am going to DIY stairs to make the newfound property more easily accessible. Goats and bees are a go, but I’m not sure when. Chickens I’m still undecided for this year just because the amount of work (making and managing an incubator) and money (nice coops are pricey and wood is crazy expensive right now). So I do have some goals to keep me from going completely insane.

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recurring-polynya · 1 year

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Writing Update/Art Update 5/9/2023

Many things happened last week. Not very many of them were drawing. I'll get back to that.

I have finally started posting the big (it's not really big. Medium-big. It just felt big) fanfic that I have working on for most of the year. You can start here if you want to read it, Chapters 1-3 are currently available.

I finished the smut. I had mostly finished it by Friday, but then we had a belated-because-we-were-waiting-for-spring-weather backyard birthday party for my daughter this past weekend, so I had to spend a solid 48 hours in the paralyzing deathgrip of anxiety at the prospect of socializing with people I don't know (the parents of some of my daughter's classmates), so I didn't get much of anything else done, although I did clean my house and buy a bunch of hot dogs.

I only got one doodle done this week, which took me three days, spread out over the anxiety deathgrip, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out. I really would like to start on a more serious project this week, but I may get back to them, we'll see how it goes. I do want to thank everyone who sent in prompts, and I'm sorry I haven't gotten to more of them. Turns out I'm real bad at doing quick, fast-turnaround doodles! Is anyone surprised??

After that, like, I said, I finished up the porno. I was hoping to post it yesterday, but it was pretty late at night by the time I finished my editing sweep. Today was a go places posting day and I didn't really want to post two different fanfics in one day, plus I had made kind of a lot of edits, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to let it sit a day and then do another sweep before posting. In other words, tomorrow, probably.

This morning, I re-read what I've gotten written so far of Ductwork, which is the working title of the next story in the Heart is a Muscle. It's 7707 words at the moment, and I get hot mad every time I read it because I want there to be more of it, and unfortunately, there is only one way to make that happen. But it's gonna!! I keep telling myself that it was really worthwhile to have taken the time to write go places first, because Ductwork is largely about Rukia and Renji finally digging down into a lot of festering insecurities from that time in their afterlives. I have a couple different approaches to writing these days, and I'm gonna try to do the thing that ended up working for go places, which is 1) try to write something every day, 2) chronological schmonological, write whatever I can possibily come up with, I'll just cram it all together at the end, this was very fun and easy last time and definitely did not take six drafts and a color-coded spreadsheet. Based on past experience, I do not think I am going to be able to power through to completion, so my goal is to add at least 20k words to the thing before I flame out in a blaze of beautiful depression and spend the rest of the summer on something insane, like bringing back the Soul Society Tattoo Artist AU. My overall prediction is that it will be around 60k, but I'm not discounting the possibility that it could be another 100k-er. (it better not go over 120k tho, I will die for real)

Anyway, that was my week! Whew!

#writing update #art update

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hyenahunt · 1 year

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Saga: Rivals - 5

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Hiyori, Jun

Proofreading: moricchiichan (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Jun: And y'know, it makes me wonder... is it really okay for me to be so lucky?

Location: Reimei Academy Dormitory

Time: That evening, the same day

Hiyori: Jun-kun, I'm home!

Would you just listen to this~! Goodness knows when, but at some point they set a rule that residents are to wear standardised roomwear while in our dorms!

I took all that trouble to dress up and everything, but they forced me to change!

Those high-and-mighty bigshots certainly love enforcing such pointless rules, don't they~ Perhaps they can’t quite relax unless they have us children bound up in their regulations.

Hiyori: ...Whoopsy-daisy! Ahaha, hello to you too, Bloody Mary ☆

Come, come, come to me! What a spoiled little pup you are, my sweet, blood-stained Mary!

Fufufu~ Jun-kun, perhaps you should learn a thing or two about being loveable from her!

Jun: ......

Hiyori: What's this, have you nothing to say?

Any other time, you'd be all, "Don't call her name so loudly, she's supposed to be a secret!" or like, "Just where have you been off to until this time of night?" So on and so forth.

It's starting to make you sound rather like a possessive husband, you know?

Jun: ......

Hiyori: Whoa, what’s the matter, Mary? You won't find a scrap of food inside this paper bag, so don’t go poking your nose in!

Jun-kuuun, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten to present our dearest Queen with her most scrumptious feast?

What an absolute goose you are! Oh, my poor, poor Mary! I’ll fill your bowl to the brim right away~♪

Jun: ... I just fed her 'bout an hour ago, so please don’t give her any more food, ‘kay~?

Dogs will eat every last crumb they're fed, so we’ve gotta take care of just how much food we give ‘em.

Hiyori: Ah, alive, were you? Then you should have at least said something — It isn't as though I'm asking you to wag your tail ♪

Jun: ... Sorry. As you can see, it's a lil' hard to talk in this state.

Hiyori: Nn? I had no idea as my eyes were on our lovely little Mary this entire time, but what are you doing, Jun-kun? A new religious ritual of sorts?

Jun: ... Sit-ups.

Hiyori: Whatever for? Jun-kun, you’re almost excessively buff the way you are already. Wouldn’t gaining any more muscle only work against you by slowing your movements?

People tend to expect femininity out of us as Eve, so I do believe it’s undesirable to bulk out our bodies too much.

Don’t you agree, Mary~? Kiss, kiss ♪

Jun: ... Couldja brush your teeth before kissing her? Mary's gonna catch something from you.

Hiyori: Ah, that's the most hurtful comment of the century! I’ve already taken care of my teeth and all other cleanliness matters before I got here, so I'd rather you refrain from any statements implying I'm dirty, yes?

But well, Mary is indeed rather frail... We truly must treat her with care.

Yes, yes, how it delights me so to know you cherish her in your own way, Jun-kun.

Jun: Well, I gotta fulfill my duties as one of her owners, yeah~? And we've got a little bond going on by being in the care of the same dumbass... Whew.

Huff. I tripled my workout routine just ‘cause today’s a day-off, but that might’ve been a kinda dumbass move.

I've strained my muscles and now I'm sore all over~ Well, I've got no one to blame but myself.

Hiyori: You've got that right. I do wish you’d stop training inside our room — you stink it right up with your sweat.

Jun: And you keep filling the room up with fragrances without asking me, so we're even.

On that note, didn’t we agree to not complain 'bout any inevitable sounds or smells from each other?

Hiyori: True, but you ought to let me complain, at the very least. That’s the secret to stress-free room-sharing.

There is nothing good about letting frustrations grow pent-up, really.

Jun: You've got a comeback for everything, huh... Geez, I just can’t win any argument with you.

Hiyori: Ahaha. In fact, is there anything in which you can win against me?

Jun: Um, whuh~? How much muscle I've got, I guess...?

Hiyori: Is there nothing else you have to be proud of? Wait, don't tell me... did you spend our long-awaited day-off just shutting yourself in, Jun-kun?

Hiyori: No, no, that simply won't do! You must soak up a little more sunshine! I mean, you’ve been so gloomy lately, Jun-kun — at this rate, you’ll wake up being covered in moss one day!

Jun: Hmph. I can’t run around grinning my head off all day long the way you can, y’know~?

Hiyori: Anyone and everyone can still put on a smile at any time, no? That's the strength of humanity, and precisely what makes it so precious.

Well, I can certainly understand why you’d be frowning, of course.

After all, you're soon to finally realize your greatest wish, of facing off against your arch-nemesis... Sagami-sensei.

But that being said, it's not like you're out to kill each other, either — if you don't soften your features a little you'll scare our fans, you see! Everything depends on your pretty smile when you're an idol... ☆

Jun: ... that’s actually not the reason I’m looking glum. In fact, I’m feeling more happy and refreshed than anything else over getting to fight Sagami Jin.

But things’ve been looking pretty dark around CosPro recently, y’know?

Some of my old peers have quit, and they're the ones who strived together with me back when I was at the bottom of the barrel with them.

Yet I'm the only one who gets to grasp glory in comfort as a member of Eden — and now, I'm even getting the chance to face off against the target of my revenge...

Jun: And y'know, it makes me wonder... is it really okay for me to be so lucky?

Hiyori: Fufu. There’s no need to feel guilty over the blessings and happiness you have.

In fact, if you've come to realize what a fortunate position you're in, you ought to offer a loving hand of kindness to those in trouble and hardships.

Jun: Seriously? Is that the noblesse oblige thing you love going on about~?

Hiyori: It is indeed. Love and happiness are the sweetest of fruits that one can never get enough of, but if you feel you’ve been bestowed with too many, then you can share them with others.

We can’t do anything about those who've lost hope and quit, but there are still people suffering a living hell, unable to escape from CosPro no matter how much they may wish for it.

And as Eden, there must be something we can do for them.

After all, Ibara has been replacing the executives as he steadily comes to power, and we’re becoming the face of CosPro both in name and reality.

If our people are tormented and struggling through such painful hardships, then it is the duty of us nobles to show them compassion and guide them to salvation. No — we have the duty to protect them...

It is for that reason they pay the taxes that allow us our comfortable lives, after all.

If exploiting the people is all we’re good for then, why, our heads ought to roll. But being idols is our life's calling... so we can’t just let things end here, can we?

No, it is far too soon for us to ascend to Heaven where our God resides ♪

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #s: saga #hyenahunttl #jun sazanami.#hiyori tomoe

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