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The world contracts around him, time holding its breath.
CHAPTER 7
#rawdogging this fic like nobody's business#the old guard au#i have noooooo idea wtf I'm doing#but i'm certianly doing it
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i'm reading 'quest for the skeleton key' again and damn, chief tought that destroy the world was not a big deal so.. they tought/think Macaque trap them in the calabash for nothing? just for an impure world? 💔
Yeahhhhhhh pretty much ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡.
I mean its not like they realised that straight away, but, they probably realised that at some point. Or more like, they had to realise at some point.
But Mayor is not ignorant. Not in the slightest. They do know what Macaque had his reasons for doing what he did. Macaque quite obviously preferred living over death. Although they do not understand it fully, they do understand that everyone has their own opinions.
It is simply the fact that they believe that Lady Bone Demon's opinions are simply above everyone else's. That her logic is 'right'. But that doesn't mean that they do not understand that everyone else has their own sense of morality.
So anyways, they understand Macaque but are hurt regardless.
#ask#Mayor only barely understands why Macaque did what he did#because its not like they do not understand that everyone has their own perspective#and they quite frankly understand that everyone has a right to have their own perspective#but of course in their eyes Lady Bone Demon's perspective is the good one#the one that should be followed but nobody else except them seem to follow#and thats why the world is being cleansed#because nobody else understands what is 'perfect' and how that perfection can be obtained#certianly not Macaque who is imperfect in almost every aspect#because if Mayor did want to spread LBD's ideals and convince people that she is right then the dude would have been a cult leader#I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I?#blue and violet
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SILENT TREATMENT
synopsis: your boyfriend broke some guy's nose for you, but what he doesn't realise is he also broke his promise to you
wc: 0.9k
pairings: bf!jeno x fem!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: mention of blood like once (feel the need to mention I don't want to romanticise violence 💀)
notes: jeno lee is driving me insane.
Jeno doesn't like it, the silence. He liked to hear you ramble about nonsensical things, the sound of your awkward chatter filling the room, not the incessant pattering of rain against the roof above.
That's the first sign, he figures
On most days, you'd warn him before pressing an alcohol soaked cotton swab against his wounds, delicately pressing down on his jaw with a worried stare. Today you grip his chin firmly, tilting his head upwards and swiping over the cut less gently than before.
That's the second.
The air is cold coming in through the open bathroom window, the dim lighting not sufficient for him to make out your features, when you step a little further away, but still just enough for him to notice the way your nostrils flare and you bite at your lip when reaching for the antiseptic gel kept in the cupboard to your right.
Three of three, he thinks, and jeno comes to the only valid conclusion there is.
Your usually talkative, enthusiastic, and bubbly self now so cold and stand offish, it only meant one thing, something you could argue the lee found entertaining judging by the innocent smile on his lips.
"Are you angry at me?"
A glare is the only response jeno gets.
Not angry enough to leave him to tend to his own wounds, he figures, so really just how angry could you be?
"ow, it hurts" he whines cautiously, taking ahold of your hand as it passes over the deep red, bloody incision in his bicep— which by the way, was doing nothing to help you maintain your rage.
your eyes, however, don't widen, and your lips don't move forward into a pout, you don't react.
nothing except pulling your hand back.
maybe you were a little angrier than he thought.
"silent treatment huh?" he seems amused, a short chuckles escaping his busted lip as you disinfect the wound, the laugh echoing through the room.
You couldn't stay mad at him, not for long at least, jeno knew that much, so despite watching you walk away to replace the first aid kit just where you found it, ready to use the next time jeno got himself like this, he knows he hasn't got a thing to worry about
Equally, you know jeno just as well, and you know that walking anywhere in his reach would end in you wrapped up in his arms, being showered with soft sweet apologetic kisses like always
Only you both realise your phone is left forgotten on the counter beside him, and if bothering your boyfriend after a long day wasnt on your list of things to do, scrolling for unnecessarily long hours through twitter certianly was.
In hopes to outsmart him you try and lunge to grab the device, only to find yourself in the very position you imagined, lee jeno's strong arms wrapped around your waist, sweet brown eyes staring back.
"can't run now can you baby?"
You scoff, only managing to turn your face away from his— getting uncaged from his arms was far beyond you.
Jeno let's his head fall into the crook of your neck, your floral perfume overtaking the medicinal smell in the air as he pecks the corner of your lips, slowly tracing your jawline with soft kisses until you finally turn to face him again.
"I'm sorry" he whispers, calloused, bruised hands holding your chin with utmost tenderness. The rough skin of his thumb traces over your lower lip, a soft kiss placed there once again.
"you said you wouldn't"
jeno pauses, confused.
"you promised you would stop"
the desperate tone in your voice is clear as day, and it doesn't take jeno much longer to realise, this wasn't about what he'd done, it was about what he'd said he wouldn't do
the cracks in your shaky voice are enough for the bitter taste of guilt to bubble in his stomach and rise to the tip of his tongue, your glossy eyes staring back, disappointed
"I'm sorry" he sighs, eyebrows furrowing as he stares down at you, "I'm so so sorry my sweet girl."
The hair messily sprawled across your forehead is pushed to the side by his index finger, an apologetic kiss pressed to your temple. Jeno's hand is placed at the crown of your head, soothingly passing his fingers through your hair when you're pulled forwards into his chest, resting your arms at his side as you let your weight fall onto him.
"Please, don't get hurt because of me" your hands reach for his, and jeno realises you're asking him once again, to promise he wouldn't do it—this time he doesn't know if he can.
"I can't stand it." his tone differs from the sweet one he uses with you, or the mocking one he'd taken on earlier, now he spits harsh words at the floor, eyes rolling instinctively. "those scumbags talking about my pretty girl like that."
you notice the way his fist tightens, the plasters you'd just placed over his knuckles slipping off his skin in seconds.
"if you can fight them for me" with a cold hand against his cheek, you reach up to guide his eyes back to meet yours, "can't you, not, fight them for me too?"
he smiles— you giggle, the very man who'd just taken on another 2 guys almost twice his size just a few minutes ago now looked at you with a wide grin and two crescent moons in place of his eyes.
"I'll try" and suddenly you wear a smile just as wide as his "I'd do anything for you"
You don't doubt it.
#lee jeno#jeno x y/n#jeno x reader#jeno x you#nct jeno#nct x female reader#nct x y/n#nct x reader#nct x oc#nct x you#nct dream#nct dream jeno#nct dream x y/n#nct dream x you#nct dream x reader#nct dream x oc#nct fluff#jeno fluff#jeno#lee jeno x reader#nct
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I’ve been having some body image issues lately and I was wondering if you could do a chubby reader with Sevika and maybe reader has been kinda distant with Sevika cause of the whispers she hears about their relationship? And Sevika is like “oh hell no” and fucks reader until she’s crying about how beautiful she is :)
first of all: a million kisses for you anon, body image issues suck so fucking bad and i hope this helps alleviate some of the anxiety that comes with them <3
second of all: LETS FUCKING GOOOOO CHUBBY GIRLS RISEEE
men and minors dni
sevika loves chubby girls.
it's something about the softness. sevika has to keep her body in prime condition for her job so she's nothing but firm muscle. but fat girls? the way their thighs spread when they sit, the flap of their biceps when they wave, the tiny little roll of fat under their chins and padding their cheeks-- sevika's obsessed.
and then she meets you.
you're the girl of her dreams. you're sweet, you're funny, you're always looking out for sevika, and before she even knows what's happening she's fallen in love with you.
at first she's kinda pissed. how could somebody worm their way into her heart so easily? she tries her best to keep it guarded, to keep people away, but you're just so fucking perfect-- patient when sevika's snippy, concerned when she's quiet, always gently playing with the ends of her hair and listening with a focused expression when she's bitching-- that you slide past all her defenses with ease.
it doesn't help that you're her exact type. it doesn't help that sevika gets lightheaded when you wear a tank top or shorts. it certianly doesn't help that each time she makes you smile, your chubby cheeks pull up so tantalizingly, begging for her to reach forward and pinch them (or kiss them.) and when you stretch, and sevika gets a peek of your belly? she almost passes out.
so it takes her a while to finally work up the nerve to ask you out, but once she gets you (after nervously stuttering out a love confession and then presenting you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers) she doesn't let go.
she gets you moved in with her as soon as you'll let her.
she's got a ring picked out for when you finally bring up marriage.
you quickly become the most important thing in her life.
which is why she's so quick to notice when you're acting weird.
it's been about a week now. a week of you being a little quieter than usual and dodging her kisses. a week of you layering up in baggy clothes. a week of you denying yourself seconds at dinner, and not indulging in your usual before bed treat.
she's getting worried.
so when she comes home and finds you crying in the bathroom, still wet from the shower and wrapped up in a towel, she panics.
"what's wrong?!" she asks, rushing to your side, reaching her arms up to wrap you in a hug. you duck out of her grasp and her heart breaks. "baby, what's going on?" she asks.
"nothing." you say between sniffles. sevika scoffs.
"it's not nothing, honey, you've been acting weird all week." she says. "i'm worried about you." she admits quietly. this breaks you.
you're suddenly collapsing to the floor, curling up in a tiny ball as you cry. "'m-m sorry sev." you wail, miserably. sevika's baffled as she crouches down to pull you into her arms.
for a while, she just sits with her back against the sink cupboards as you cry in her arms. she kisses your head, rubs your back, and lets you tire yourself out. once you get your breathing under control she gently pinches your chin to tilt your head up, so she can look you in the eyes.
"talk to me, baby." she pleads as she wipes away your tears.
"i don't-- sevika, i'm not good enough for you." you whisper. sevika blinks, then laughs.
"what the fuck are you talking about!?" she exclaims. you bite your lip to keep from bursting into tears again, and sevika's laughter ceases as she cups your face in her hands. "baby, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. what-- where is this coming from?"
you gnaw on your lip as you struggle to get the words out. "you don't think i'm ugly?" you whisper. sevika blinks.
"what?"
"like... like i'm too big?" you ask.
sevika's heart breaks again and she pulls you to her chest. "what the fuck?" she asks. you nuzzle into her shoulder. "baby, what the fuck?" she asks again.
"i don't-- you've got this perfect fucking body and i'm not-- i'm not like that. i'm all soft and squishy and jiggly and-- it doesn't make sense!" you say.
"what doesn't make sense?" she asks, feeling like she's going insane. hasn't she made it clear to you how fucking sexy and desirable and delicious she finds you?
"that you are with me!" you say, gesturing to your body with a look of disgust.
something like anger starts to bubble up in sevika's stomach.
"who put this in your head?" she asks. you blink.
"what?" you say.
"who-- did someone say something to you?" she asks. you blink again.
"no." you lie. sevika scoffs.
"who?!" she demands. you shrug.
"i dunno. we-- we were at the last drop a few days ago and..." you trail off and look away from sevika. "i heard someone laughing about you and me. something like 'what the fuck's sevika doing with a girl like that?' and... it just got me thinking. i know what i look like sevika, i'm not a model. you are though, or you could be. don't... don't you wanna be with someone like that?" you ask shakily.
sevika can't decide if she should march down to the bar and sniff out whatever shithead decided to talk shit about you or smack you upside the head for thinking something so stupid.
she decides to do neither. neither would help you right now. she puts her vengeance on hold and presses a long, firm kiss to your head, before slowly rising from the ground.
when she's up, she leans down and scoops you up in her arms.
you squeak.
"remember the first time i did this to you?" she asks as she peppers your face with kisses. you curl into her chest. "you were certain i wouldn't be able to lift you. and then i did. shoulda seen your face, you were smiling all big and goofy-- that image is burned in my mind y'know." she says as she starts carrying you to the bedroom. you chuckle against her chest. at the sound, sevika's heart skips a beat. "remember how i fucked you after?" she asks with a little rasp in her voice. "pinned you against the wall-- had you so fuckin' wet you were makin' a puddle." she says, gently setting you back down onto the ground.
she pulls the towel away from your body, and when your hands come up to hide your stomach and tits, she gently smacks them away. her hands find your hips, drawing gentle circles into your plush skin.
"you... you are the most gorgeous, sexiest, most important person in the world to me." she whispers. you shudder.
"i'm not--"
"you are." she says firmly. "let me prove it to you?" she asks. you gulp.
"wh-- how?" you ask. she smirks and turns you around in her grip, your back pressed to her chest, your front facing the standing mirror in your room. you look away from your reflection immediately and sevika pinches you. "ow!" you say. sevika chuckles and begins pressing kisses up your neck.
"fuckin' look at you." she whispers. you move your head back to face the mirror, but avoid your own eyes, looking at sevika instead. she allows it, for now. "i can't-- your body is like all i ever think about." she says. "it's kinda a problem. used to be so focused in meetings and dinners, and now i find myself zoning out and thinking about your hips." she says. "love these hips. look." she encourages. your eyes flick down to your wide hips, where sevika's hands are clawing into your flesh. "look how soft they are. so fuckin' nice to hold. perfect place to rest my hands, baby, 'specially when i'm fuckin' you." she whispers.
a shiver runs down your spine and sevika smirks.
one of her hands trails up to fondle your stomach, tracing the stretch marks that decorate it with a gentle finger.
"your stomach, fuck." she grunts. behind you, she starts grinding her crotch against your ass, genuinely worked up from the two and a half minutes of fondling she's done so far. "love biting it." she whispers, tracing one of her faded bite bruises left on your flesh. "the way it rolls and jiggles when you ride me?" she whispers. "makes me crazy." you whimper as she claws at your belly, pulling you closer to her chest.
her free hand wanders up to fondle your tits as the hand on your stomach slowly creeps downward toward your cunt.
she doesn't touch, instead she holds eye contact with you in the mirror until you adjust your stance and give her hand room to cup your pussy.
she grins as she slides her hand down, both of you gasping when her hand meets your wet cunt. "look at your body." she commands. you gulp, and slowly trail your eyes down your body.
with sevika's hands on you, and her chin hooked over your shoulder, all the imperfections you were overwhelmed by before just... disappear. it's just you, just the body you've always had, the body sevika's always loved, the body that's carried you through every hard time in your life. you sigh and relax into sevika's hold, and she smiles.
"see how pretty you are?" she whispers as she starts working her hand against your cunt. "awe, look at your thighs twitching." she coos. "love those fuckin' thighs, wanna suffocate between 'em." she says. you half-laugh half-moan as she dips the tip of her finger inside you.
"m-more." you whimper. sevika chuckles.
"say somethin' nice about yourself first."
"sev!" you whine. she giggles and bites your shoulder.
"i'll go first. i love your arms. so soft, but still so strong. there's nothin' i love more than coming home and having you wrap me up in a hug. makes me feel so safe." she says reverantly as the hand between your legs teases you.
her words take your breath away. you tear your eyes away from where you were studying your plump arms to look at sevika in the mirror. she coos when she notices the tears welling in your eyes.
"your turn." she whispers. "anything. just give me one thing you like about yourself and i'll give you my fingers the way you need 'em." she promises.
"i-i guess... i like my ass?" you try. sevika grins, sinks her finger inside you, and attacks your neck with biting kisses.
"fuckin' love your ass." she agrees as she starts fucking you with her finger. you whimper. "watchin' it jiggle when i got you in doggy-- shit." she whispers as her grinds against your ass get harsher. "tell me more." she demands.
"i like-- like that i can stay warmer when it's cold." you say. sevika chuckles and shoves another finger inside you.
"love cuddlin' with you." she moans. "another."
she's basically fucking your ass now, humping against you and grunting in your ear.
"m-m-my cheeks." you whimper as sevika brushes against your g-spot. "fuck, sev, right there." you whine.
your eyes are trained on sevika's hand between your thighs, occasionally trailing up to watch as her free hand wanders up and down your sides.
"fuckin' love your cheeks. kissin' 'em and pinchin' 'em and cummin' all over 'em when you're on your knees for me." you shudder, your hand reaching up to claw at sevika's neck. "y'close?" she grunts. you nod, biting your lip. "look at yourself, baby." she whispers. "look how fuckin' perfect you are. look how your body moves, fuck look at those perfect little rolls. fuck-- you're gonna make me cum." she grunts as she continues humping your ass. you shiver at the confession.
"r-really?" you ask. sevika bites her lip and nods.
"can't control myself around you." she grunts as she continues groping and pinching your soft body.
a tear rolls down your cheek and sevika coos, reaching up to wipe it away, then gripping your chin and forcing you to look in the mirror.
"look at you when you cum. want you to see how pretty you are." she grunts.
the words do something to you, and in an instant you're falling apart on her fingers, cumming and gasping and trying your best to keep your eyes open, but failing when they roll into the back of your head.
"fuckin' good girl." sevika grunts. "just like that. see how perfect you are? fuck, you got no idea how much i love you. how much i love this fuckin' body. shit, baby, i'm gonna-- fuck!" she grunts as she shudders against your back and cums on your ass. you whimper and tug her hair, and she hisses, jolting in your hold.
for a few seconds, the two of you just catch your breath. when you open your eyes again, the first thing you see is sevika's loving eyes looking back at you in the mirror.
"goddess." she whispers. you sigh, a few spare tears leaking out of your eyes. sevika gently removes her fingers from your cunt, then pops them in her mouth, sucking them clean. she moans. with her free hand, she wipes away your tears. when she's done, she presses one firm kiss to your cheek, before spinning you back around in her arms so you're face to face.
"i love you." she whispers. "you're the most beautiful woman in the world." she says. "you love me?" she asks.
"what? of course!" you stutter out. sevika smirks.
"then quit worryin' about what anyone else thinks. all you gotta worry about is what i think, and i think you're perfect." she says. "and i'm gonna kill the fuckers who made you feel otherwise." she mutters under her breath. you chuckle, then lean forward to kiss her.
sevika melts against your lips, and you melt into her arms.
"next time you're feelin' like this about yourself you gotta tell me, okay?" she whispers. "i'll fuck it outta you again." she promises. you giggle and nod.
"okay." you say. "i love you." you whisper. "thank you for taking care of me."
"baby, takin' care of you is my favorite thing in the world. i just don't like seein' you cry." she says. she leans in to kiss you again, and pulls away to press your foreheads against each other. "i love you, too, by the way. in case it wasn't obvious."
you giggle then tug on her hair. "c'mon. we got a week of no sex to make up for." you say, pushing sevika toward your bed. she grins.
"you're the best." she chuckles.
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Doctor Who-Spencer Reid
Summary: Spencer realises that he didn't actually know the girl who sat in front of him every day as much as he thought.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!reader (no use of y/n)
warnings: none! just fluff, reader is a doctor who fan because I'm self-indulgent as fuck
lmk if you enjoyed :)
She sat there, like usual. Nothing different about her should have made Spencer act this way. Except for the mug she was holding, the contents held the same coffee she always made but that wasn't the reason why Spencer stopped in his tracks.
The mug was of a special blue police box, that he would have recognised a mile away, the main feature of his favourite show. It was a mug of the Tardis. Her smile sipped on the mug, drinking away like normal, but he couldn't move. He was quite literally, starstruck.
"You okay, Pretty Boy?" He didn't have to turn to know who had just spoken to him.
But he turned anyway, locking eyes with Derek instantly, "The mug, Morgan, look at the mug." He whispered.
"What's the prob-"
He was cut off before he could finish the word, "The mug is the Tardis, She likes Doctor Who? Has she ever spoken to you about Doctor Who? How didn't I know she liked the show? Why has she never told me? What Doctor do you think is her favourite? Derek why arent you stressing out about this?"
"Because, Loverboy, it's a mug." His eyebrows raised as if it was no big deal at all, but Spencer thought he was crazy. How can no one care about this? Doctor Who is one of the best shows created and no one is freaking out that the girl he has been, not so, secretly crushing on for the past two years is drinking out of a mug that's about the show.
"Thanks, Morgan, you're great help" He scoffed.
"Would either of you explain to me why you're both staring at that poor girl?" Emily magically appeared in between Derek and Spencer placing her hands on their shoulders.
"Reids freaking out because his lady is drinking out of a mug from a weird nerd show he likes" Morgan takes this opportunity to smirk while taking a sip out of his own mug. Which ended up being a terrible idea, because Emily decided this was a great time to smack Morgan over the head.
"Stop bullying the poor guy, Doctor Who is a great show" Emily defended, which Spencer was greatly appreciative of. However, she turned to him and said, "But, just go talk to her instead of staring at her, you're gonna freak her out, you moron" She pushed him towards her, which he wasn't greatly appreciative of this time.
"Hi!" Spencer smiled at her, sitting lightly on the corner of her desk.
"Hi, are you okay?" She smiled.
He rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, I just noticed your mug, do- do you like Doctor Who?"
"What? Oh! Yeah, i love it! Have I not told you that before?" Her smile faded slightly, realising that she never told him such an important part of her life.
"No, you, ehm haven't" He giggled slightly, and she took this opportunity to walk over to refill her coffee, which Spencer immediately followed "Did you know the regenerations were an accident?"
"Really?"
"Yeah! A faulty mixing desk made the appearance of William Hartnell overexposed to the point where it was almost white which ended right after Patrick Troughton could be put in his place!"
"It was really an accident? I would have thought they made it on purpose its such an iconic part!" She encouraged, pouring the pot into her now famous mug. "Got any more facts for me, Doctor?"
"Ehm- Sure yeah!" He nodded his head before saying "David Tennant who played the 10th doctor, had a daughter in the episode "The Doctors Daughter" who was played by Georgia Tennant, who he ended up marrying and she's also the daughter of Peter Davidson, the fifth doctor!"
"You really do know everything don't you?" She smiled at him, and Spencer thought his heart had stopped right then.
"Not really, its certianly impossible for a human to know everything but I take pride in knowing I know approximately 78% more facts than the average human." He rolled his lips inwards, into a smile, making her blush which therefore made Spencer blush even more.
"Would you want to come over one time?" She blurted, Spencer taking a back, "I- I mean to watch it with me sometime, you know and we could get to know each other better? Maybe?"
"Really? Like as a date?" Spencer immediatly regretted the words that came out of his mouth, it was obviously not 'like a date' how could he just be so stup-
"Yes Spencer," She smiled at him, "as a date"
"Y-Yeah! That would be great!"
"I'll organise a date and a time then," She says smiling as she walks away.
Spencer stood there starstruck for the second time that day and was approached by Derek and Emily again.
"You alright, kid? You look a bit shaken up" Derek smacked his back.
"My first date ever is watching Doctor who." He stated, smiling like a schoolboy, walking away still smiling.
Emily's hand immediately rose in front of Derek's chest, folding her fingers inwards several times back and forth. "Cmon, owe up"
He immediately opened his wallet and placed 50 dollars into her palm "You suck, Prentiss, you know that right." Almost shouting now as she walks away.
"Yeah but you swallow" Blowing a kiss to him, making the rest of the BAU team giggle, but the two will never know their friends betted on their relationship and they will never know why Rossi, Emily and Penelope are all 50 dollars richer.
#criminal minds#criminal minds spencer reid#spencer reid#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x self insert#derek morgan#emily prentiss#penelope garcia#criminal minds aaron hotchner
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10 BL Boys I Want Carnally
I was tagged by @twig-tea, but I do what I want so I'm ignoring the Boys thing (and on at least one occasion the BL thing). Anyway, without further ado, and in no particular order.
Win!Lin- Cupid's Last Wish
LOOPHOLE FIRST!
gif by @angelbesideme
Thanks to Cupid's Last Wish, Jan is a boy here! So I am choosing Win from Cupid's Last Wish before he body swaps back. HOWEVER, if I'm honest, it was less Win and more masc!Jan that made my brain short circuit so do with that what you will.
Toon- Seneha Stories
I am breaking from the prompt immediately, but this is my post and I can do what I want, so I am choosing Toon from Seneha Stories, which @so-much-yet-to-learn brought my attention to. Seneha Stories is definitively not a BL, but Toon is hot, kind, sad, and he fucks so I'd be living my best life.
Miw, Neo, Shin, and Mae - 3 Will Be Free
THIS IS NOT ME SUGGESTING A FOURSOME, THIS IS JUST ME TRYING TO PREVENT FOUR OF THE TEN SPACES FROM BEING 3 WILL BE FREE.
I like it when my fictional women not only are capable of murder, but have, in fact, murdered. Miw and Mae are hot, competent, killers, fucking over evil billionaires so what is not to love?
I am not immune to Neo and his slutty little crop tops. He has three brain cells and they are all that is keeping him from not dying. Iconic to be honest.
I am not immune to Shin and his glasses, and his kindness. I mean, the boy got cut with a knife and not only comforted the kid that wounded him when he started freaking out but dated him.
Mollie - The Warp Effect
gif by @patpran
MY FIRST NON-BINARY REP IN THAILAND, MY BELOVED. Mollie is so fucking hot, they are talented, they have sick tattoos, they are fighting for themselves, and are changing the landscape of media, what is not to love?
You could also almost certianly put in any of Silvy's characters and I would probably want them carnally, cause...it's Silvy.
(honestly, I'd go for Nim too, but again, not for her character's personality, it's the masc!Jan effect)
Kim- KinnPorsche
gif by @namchyoon
For this scene and this scene only. Honestly, I think if nothing else this shows you that my type is people who could actually maybe kill me in a fight.
Or at the very least, people I could get in to a homoerotic fight with.
Anyway, Jeff gives me gender envy and the first time I saw this gifset, I thought he was a butch lesbian.
Speaking of homoerotic fights
Phaya and Sand - The Sign
MENACE! A MENACE I TELL YOU! I truly well and deeply have an appreciation for when someone who (I assume) typically would top absolutely just vibrates out of their skin at the first sign they might be topped.
And I'm adding Sand here as well because I think my jaw dropped like ten feet when I saw her on screen.
Sand, baby girl, let me know if Yai doesn't treat you right, cause I will.
King- Bed Friend
gif by @earthfluuke
Shout out to this man, I've seen him on at least three of these lists. But who could blame us? Look at him.
Choy Yu Na- Semantic Error
She did that bisexual sit and my heart was hers.
And for my last two picks, I certainly am asking myself the question, do I want them carnally or do I just want them?
Mork -My Ride
Helloooooooo Mr. Dimples. I mean....I feel like I don't need to explain myself here. We all get it, right? We understand, right? And besides, he gives rides for a living or something...
Minoru- Our Dining Table
HE'S JUST SO NICE, SO KIND, SO TIRED. @isaksbestpillow is so right, he is a mother. I love him.
Tagging @so-much-yet-to-learn, @solitaryandwandering, @respectthepetty and anyone else who sees this and wants to join!
#10 bl boys I want carnally#cupid's last wish#seneha stories#3 will be free#the warp effect#the sign the series#our dining table#semantic error#my ride the series#bed friend the series#kinnporsche#tag game
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What’s forced caretaking?
it's a trope where a main charecter looses their rights to take care of themselves. like- picture a charecter that overworks themselves, doesn't feed themselves properly- ignored their needs- suddenly getting plucked out of their circumstances when their lack of self care becomes apparent (usually by a governmental figure or authority, sometimes they're kidnapped too) and deemed too incompetent to make big life decisions. And is then made to take care of by a more dominant party that usually has dubious ideas about the main characters capabilities.
usually this is coupled with a loss of autonomy that the character begrudgingly starts to admit they enjoy and need- after some struggle and humiliation, and then fully embraces their fully submissive charecteristics and surrenders themselves to the control of another party.
i've seen this trope done with littles, omega's, and subs in a biological bdsm context! it's not exactly darkfic or extreme- but it can certianly read that way depending on whose writing it and what they want to get out of it! hope that answers your question!
it's not a widely circulated trope like if you try to look it up on ao3 there are litterally 4 fics with it tagged, you'll see it tagged 'forced-infantilism' alot- but that's not entirely accurate to the trope. there is a forced-caretaking fest thats currently going on/about to be going on on twitter right now! i'm not sure when it starts but i do know that alot of really good writers have signed up for it.
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Hello! I love your writing! Could I maybe request a Hero that gets drugged by Villain and taken to their lair, for what Hero assumes is for some evil plan, but in actuality Villain just wants some company?? Only if you want to!
Request #15
The hero was in trouble.
The villain had swept them right off the street - sprayed some weird chemical in their face that had knocked them unconscious - and now they were slowly waking up, their senses gradually coming back to them as they tried to take in their surroundings. They were seated. The chair felt wooden and their hands were tied behind their back, a blindfold covering their eyes.
Who knew what kind of terrible scheme the other was planning this time - what evil workings they had been plotting right under the hero's nose, waiting for the prime moment to pounce. What would it be now? World domination? A simple play for information perhaps. Maybe they planned on putting the hero up for ransom, trying to get the mayor to pay them some extortionate amount of money to ensure the hero's safe return...
Whatever the case, the hero was prepared. It wasn't the first time the villain had taken them hostage and it certainly wouldn't be the last: they were already starting to work on their binds, twisting their wrists to try and get their hands in a better position when the sound of a door opening to their left alerted them to a new presence within the room. They went limp - pretending to still be alseep and listening intently as the person passed them by. There was a strange shuffling noise like they were searching for something and then a faint click, a noise that sounded rather curiously like a DVD player opening and closing becoming audible just a few steps in front of them. They heard the person walk about some more, and suddenly the hero's suspicions were confirmed when they heard a TV sparking to life, the individual cursing slightly before turning down the volume - the noise that had erupted from the device now at a more tolerable level.
Perhaps it was a form of brainwashing. Perhaps the villain had already started terrorising the city and was about to show the hero the news reporting it: revealing all of the villain's evil deeds in 4k--
The blindfold was ripped from their head. The hero tried not to flinch at the sudden removal of the item - keeping their eyes shut and their body limp. Apparently their captor wasn't having it though: a hand slapped their face twice and when the hero felt a third blow heading their way their eyes snapped open and they dodged, turning their head up to glare at the figure above them.
"What do you want with me, Villain?" they snapped.
The other arched their one brow slightly in that same infuriating manner that they always did, a slow smile curling around the edges of their lips as they leaned down, taking hold the hero's chin.
"Oh, Hero," the villain said, nails digging ever so slightly into their captive's jaw, "I have one question for you and one question only..."
The hero continued to glare at them, the villain leaning in even further as they spoke.
"Sweet," they asked, "or...salted?"
The hero's tense expression morphed into one of confusion. What the hell was the villain talking about?
"Sweet or salted what?" the hero asked.
The villain looked at them as though they were dumb. "Popcorn - obviously. What else? I would have offered toffee too but I'm afraid they were all out."
"You..." The hero was at a loss for words. Their gaze flickered off to the side and caught sight of their surroundings, taking in what appeared to be an ordinary lounge - fitted with a couch, TV and small coffee table; the door that the villain had walked in through looked like it led out to a kitchen.
This...this wasn't the villain's lair.
Was it?
"I'll, um--" The television was playing a series of trailers for different films - certianly not recent ones either, no: the movies it was showing had to be at least twenty years old by now. "I like sweet?"
The villain nodded and left, the hero craning their neck slightly to watch the other disappear out of view into the kitchen - the sound of cabinets opening and closing, and a bowl being filled with...popcorn? It was: it was actually popcorn. The villain exited just a few seconds later and sure enough they were carrying a bowl of the stuff with them, flopping down onto the couch with their mouth already half-full - only putting down the bowl momentarily to grab the remote.
If this was the villain's version of torture then it had the strangest setup the hero had ever seen.
"Come on, come on," the villain muttered, skipping over the trailers until a menu screen appeared - the screen darkening and a soundtrack that the hero recognised instantly playing through the speakers.
What the hell was happening right now?
The hero watched in bewilderment as the villain shoved more popcorn into their mouth before turning to them - their expression more serious than the other had ever seen it before.
"I hope you like Tolkien, Hero, because today is the 22nd of September which means that it is the birthday of both Frodo and Bilbo Baggins, which means that it's trilogy day, which means that you are in for over ten hours of the best three movies to ever grace this earth." They gestured exaggeratedly with the remote in hand as if making some grand announcement before hitting play - eyes then fixing onto the screen.
The hero opened their mouth then closed it again. Their eyes glanced at the screen and then back at the villain.
And then back to the screen...
And then back to the villain.
"Um, Villain, is there--?"
"SHH!" the other swiftly cut them off.
The hero let a few seconds pass before trying again. "It's just - I mean I'm realising tha--"
"Hero, I will gag you," the villain threatened.
Another pause fell between them and the hero considered their options, taking account of the situation as they decided on their next move.
"Fine," they said, shifting a little in their seat as they made an attempt to get comfortable. "Keep your secrets."
The villain opened their mouth, what looked like another rebuke right on the tip of their tongue when the hero's words registered fully and a wide grin spread out across their lips instead, a low chuckle sounding from their throat.
"Alright, I'll let that one pass," they said. "But anything else non-movie related and you won't be able to eat your popcorn."
The hero frowned. Their hands were bound behind their back - how were they supposed to eat the popcorn anyway!? This was good though: the hero had found their way of communication, they just had to figure out how to use it to get the answers they wanted.
"Is this the extended edition?" they asked.
The villain scoffed. "Of course it is - what do you take me for, some tasteless amateur? Of course it's the extended edition!"
"Cool... And you, uh, you do this every year?"
"Well yeah, it's tradition," the villain said.
The hero took a breath, trying to wager in their head how well their next comment would go down. "You've never invited me before..."
A pause.
A literal pause in fact: the villain stopped the movie and if the frown on their face was anything to go by it really hadn't gone down well.
"Alright, that's it," the villain said. "No more talking for you."
The hero panicked a little as the other came to stand, eyes scanning over the coffee table like they were searching for something.
"W-Wait - come on, you can't-- I just want to know what this is," the hero said. "You kidnapped me, Villain. And not for some evil scheme either but because you wanted, I don't know...some company, perhaps?"
The villain let out a short, dismissive huff as they started moving some items about, their search eventually expanding out to the sofa - throwing the cushions aside in a rush. "Where the hell did I put the duct tape?"
"You can't just ignore me, Villain."
"Yes, I can," the villain said, stooping low and looking beneath the couch instead.
The hero rolled their eyes. "Look, we can talk about it, you know. Clearly you want me here for something."
"I don't want to talk."
"But you do want me here. Why? Are - are you lonely or--?"
"I'm not lonely!" the villain snapped.
"Really?" the hero said. "Because this seems like the kind of thing you would do if you were lonely..."
"Shut up! You know nothing about - aha!" The villain pulled aside a bag of sweets and found what they were looking for directly beneath it - grasping the roll of duct tape in their hand and holding it up for the hero to see. With a smirk, they began their approach, the hero starting to struggle against their binds as the villain loomed closer.
"H-Hey, it's alright if you - you are, you know. That's fine! Everyone gets lonely s-sometimes."
The villain pulled off a small strip and bit it off with their teeth. "Again: not lonely," they said.
"B-But you are! Villain, it's obvious you--" they cut themself off. The other was drawing closer and the hero had nowhere to go.
They turned their head to the side, trying to keep their lips free for as long as possible whilst their mind scrambled for a good use of what might just be their last words.
"Y-You said you do this every year: it seems like it's a-a really, really important tradition to you - th-the type of tradition you share with p-people you're closest with, so that--" The villain grabbed their chin, trying to turn the hero to face them "--That would make me--" When they couldn't get the hero to turn their head they grasped a handful of the other's hair and yanked back, the hero rushing out the final question they had to say just before the villain had the chance to stop them: "AmIthepersonyou'reclosestwi--?"
The villain secured the tape over their mouth, eyes narrowed slightly as they frowned down at the hero below them.
They stayed like that for a while - a thick silence crowding the room while they simply stared at one and other, the villain's hand still pulling slightly on the hero's hair. They could feel the hero's breath ghosting along the back of their other hand as they continued to press the tape down, knowing it was secured by now but seemingly too afraid to let go just yet. The action confirmed everything the hero had been questioning; confirmed the realisation that they'd only just come to themself a few seconds ago.
"What are you, a detective or something?" the villain asked after a while.
The hero simply shrugged, some mumble of words trying to form on their lips but not getting the chance to.
"Alright, perhaps an idiot could have figured it out but still - you didn't need to just blurt it out like that! You could have waited until the second movie at least."
To that, the hero simply raised their brow.
The villain scowled. "Don't you sass me: I could change plans you know - make this a little more in line with what you were expecting... Would you like that, hm? Like me to put the popcorn away and bring out the knives?"
A grin spread across their face as they watched the hero quickly shake their head.
"Well then," the villain said, "shut up, sit still and don't judge me. And maybe - just maybe - I'll let you choose the toppings on your pizza later."
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Look, this question's been rolling around in m head for years and I finally need to ask b'coz you know how I am. So has Ol' Spooky ever been in the room where Ozai and Ursa where getting down and dirty doing the horizontal, or vertical? If so, how many times has it happened? And did Ozai just forget he was there in the heat of the moment? Or did he find some weird joy in having an audience? And would that make Spooky either an unwilling victim of their coupling, or a willingly perverted voyeur?
If there's one thing that can be said about you... you ALWAYS find a way to make me laugh my ass off, my friend. Thank you. Very much.
Honestly? Ozai would most certianly not even remember Seethus existed whenever he got it on with the wife 😂 it's not chance that Seethus seems to fade in importance for Ozai once he marries Ursa and starts his family. The naughty/nasty prince is not only busy making babies by then, but actually thinking about stuff outside of his political advancement for a while :') a total novelty for him, of course. This, of course, means that, if it happened, Ozai had absolutely no idea. I'm not 100% sure if Ozai would be too horrified if he learned that Seethus spied on them in such moments, but he probably wouldn't take it very well. On one hand, his ego would demand that he's smug about his performance! On another, his irrational side absolutely would rear up and he would rage at Seethus for seeing Ursa in her birthday suit?? Soooo... yeah. Anyone who wants to be their voyeur prooobably ought to think twice of it 🤣 not a healthy life choice, no sir...
... Hence, I can vouch for Seethus's, uh, integrity?? (should I use that word when I'm talking about this guy?? 🤣🤣) And say that not only is he not interested in spying in such things, but if he ever had been hanging around Ozai and sensed the ~vibes~ were getting too naughty he would've slipped out the window immediately and given his prince proper privacy 😂 If he was stuck in the room with them and couldn't get out for whatever reason? He'd definitely be more unwilling victim than pervy voyeur, for sure.
I know, probably not the fun answer you would've hoped for, but as much as our amusement would like for it to be otherwise... Seethus has basically zero interest in sexual matters. As things stand, his only actual interest in any such things is solely related to figuring out if Azula actually made a baby with Sokka or not! Beyond that, he's happy enough to go watch the stars while the weirdos in the Royal Family get it on with whoever they want to, has been that way since he started serving Ozai and it will be that way until the end of time.
... Again, though, thank you for the laughs 🤣 that was a good one...
#anon-nemesis#you and your wild ideas my friend#mad respect#this is slightly inappropriate#even though I wasn't graphic about it#if anyone gets too iffy about this answer please feel free to let me know and I'll... tag it mature?#but if not then it stays as it is#all theoretical here really#nothing to worry about (?)
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So, I was thinking about the imbd rule, SnapCube Dubs are listed as a TV Show on IMDb, though each "episode" is generally self contained and also mostly improvised voice acting over muted videogame cutscenes. Though they do build a story I do wonder how you would constitute that?
that is certianly a decision from IMDb ahaha
since i am familiar with the snapcube dubs, i can make a decision on my own despite IMDb, and i wouldn't accept them. i know there are some narrative beats but they truly feel more like separate things that are loosely connected. also i'm a bit iffy on accepting fandubs, since they are original content but at the same time they're... not :') they very much exist in a grey zone.
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So umm, sorry this is a sensetive question at all. but like, I'm newly gender fluid and its like a big fear of mine im just faking it all, is there any ways for me to like alleviate those fears 😭
Again you don't need to answer if u don't want too
Yo, thank you for the ask! This is a really good one. I'll try to help you out there, anon.
I think we all struggled with this particular feeling at one point or another. It can come back sometimes even after we concquer it. It's definetly tough, makes you question everything, and to be honest I'm not really sure where it comes from and why it is so universal.
Anyway, I would encourage you to sit for a moment and think. What does "faking it" mean? Convincing youself and other you are something you're not? Forcing yourself into a label? Well, okay. Are you trying to convince somebody? Are you trying to force something?
Remind yourself of the reasons you decided to put such a label on yourself. Was it for attention? Was it for some malicious reason?
Or was it for your comfort? To complete sense of identity, understand yourself better, find a community?
Being genderfluid is based mostly on the feeling. It's a wide spectrum of elements one can have or not. So even if your experience isn't like others you're still could be genderfluid.
But also. Remeber that you can't fake something while being unaware of it. "Maybe I'm doing it unconciously!" bro no. Don't listen to that voice of doubt. That's paranoia. Imagine that's just some annoying aunt that vistis once a year to gossip. She's a bitch. Roll your eyes every time you hear her.
Anyways, in my case that feeling just kinda dissapeared. It stuck for a long time but then it became weaker and weaker. This blog certianly helped me. Coming out (and getting postitive reactions) helped. Being connected with myself and honset has been helping.
Not sure if this was useful in any way, shape or form but I really hope at the very least it was entertaining ;) anyone is welcome to tune in with their comments, thoughts, advice or criticism!
#genderfluid#lgbtq#lgbt#lgbtqia#lgbtq+#nonbinary#trans#transgender#genderqueer#enby#queer#ask#gender
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i have barely any followers so it's less stressful for me ig but sometimes i reblog things i 100% disagree with just because i think that the way they're talking about it is funny. a lot of people act like if you reblog something that means that you're all for that cause but sometimes it's just...funny. and their argument about like, letting bad opinions 'grow' is kind of also weird to me cos it's like - even if a blog had a million followers, it's a random post on tumblr? if they don't like it they can just unfollow 🤷♂️
idk not saying you should reblog those posts or anything - it's just on my mind whenever i reblog something i don't agree with and your post made me think about it again
It's certianly one way of looking at it!
I'm just someone who avoids conflict as much as possible though, even the potential of it 😅
I usually just steer clear of topics that are charged with a lot of opinions - because no matter what side you're on, there's a chance someone will see it and because they don't agree, they decide you're a target. It's just how the internet functions sometimes.
But I've had hate in my inbox before just over my fics or minor posts - and then gotten hate for how I handled it! Some days I'm just not up to inviting people to be angry at me because I found another post funny/interesting.
And one thing I always try to be wary of is the spread of misinformation. Even if a post is just someone's "bad opinion", there's a chance someone else can read the questionable facts of that post as accurate. This is the website of minimal reading comprehension after all 🤣
Sometimes though, it is just best to keep thoughts and opinions to yourself. The specific subject I made that other post about is something I have no personal stake in, its just something I've been sitting on the fringe of as an observer. So I'm hardly an expert, but I've seen enough going around to know my personal stance on it.
But its something that other people are involved in - and positively so. And these are people I've talked to in passing and haven't had any reason to be anything but polite and friendly to and this one thing won't change it. If they enjoy taking part in that topic and aren't harming/being harmed by it, then they can do as they like as far as I'm concerned. I'm not going to police their experience.
But I'm also not going to reblog an actually kind of funny but also a little inflammatory post. Cause yeah, I do find it funny. But I also do my best to keep a certain tone on my blog whenever I can.
#ask selkie#i'm only human so yeah#i'm going to laugh at something then move on with my day#cause i like the community i've fallen into#and i don't want to appear unapproachable to others#just some thoughts
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"Phoenix, scream! [Crowd screams] Let me start this show how I start every single show, and let me say a massive, massive thank you to every single person in here. This is by far my favourite part of the job. I would not be able to do these shows without all you incredible people. I'm sure you can certianly hear me speaking voice, me voice is a little bit fucked today. So I might need every single one of you to give me everything you've got tonight. [Crowd screams] Alright this is Face The Music."
-Louis thanking the fans and introducing Face The Music.
Faith In The Future World Tour: Phoenix. (3 July 2023)
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haii im new followers here after Champagne Confetti
but idk why but i have my own Chapter 2 story
y/n might be lost and giving herself to him being his wife and all the world started called them Powerful Couple
they had a photoshoot together,interview,paparazzi picture, and all of them was arranged by Jungkook
after many moments, she was pregnant and were denied amd try to abort it but failed. His parents seems very care to her, didnt have an idea their son is a fucking creep. She had a baby blues in birth of their child (girl/boy/twin up to you).
as he is promised, he start giving her a career back. And this my wild idea is, inspired by The Devil Wears Prada (if you want ending where Y/N rising and take a revenge) asking Jungkook to help here making a fashion magazine publications company. He is in love with her … always and helped her to build her company. Slow but Steady Y/N changed she is become a sadistic and diva in-chief excuctive (Miranda Priestly inspo). Jungkoo offer her his best people to be her employees. She used that to overwork them, give them impposible jobs, blurred their boundaries between personal and job life.
meanwhile Jungkook career’s gone up rise he is become a legend pop star. He is always on fire if media asking him about his wife. Told them he is very grateful with his own family, successful wife and amazing talented children he had. Anyway he started noticed that his wife changed, he is happy she is growing love with him not knowing that he just raised the monster as same as him. Like many 90s hearttrob, they will be forgotten and cancelled when theyre grow older as long with their exposed dark secret they have been hid.
its okay if you already have your own version, but it will be Fantastic to see Y/N can defeat him lol
that's certianly an idea, feels like you did a fanfic of fanfic hihi ♡🫧𖦹⋆｡˚⋆ฺ i'm going to keep the storyline of part two until the very last minutes tho. When will be the last minute? I don't know, I wanna do a surprise drop (once it's actually written, the plot remains in my mind) ♡🫧𖦹⋆｡˚⋆ฺ but thank you, dear chummer, it warms my heart that the fic stayed in your mind for such a long period of time ♡🫧𖦹⋆｡˚⋆ฺ
love, p.
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I'm enjoying reading everyone's thoughts for the Helena poll, and since now I'm thinking about it, my thoughts for the record:
I do really love the 1989 Huntress run. I voted for Rucka, but Cavalieri was a close second.
It's just well written. I like her character in it. I like the introspection and seeing her at the cusp of her origin and all the complicated feelings she has towards what she's doing and the way that she tries to walk away at the end.
But also, I like seeing Helena as part of the greater DC universe and I like seeing her interact with everyone else, and her '89 solo is very isolated, which allows it to breath in it's own way, but I do think that's the reason why Rucka inches out for me.
Because also, her No Man's Land arc is also so important to me and a lot of my favorite beats from there are written by Rucka. No Man's Land #0 where we see her putting on the bat! The sequence in assembly where's she's getting fired, but, dang that's her and all of her emotions. Cry for Blood which, while there are portions of her '89 origin that I prefer, tells a damn good story and I love the way it ties her into Gotham
Chuck Dixon is a mixed bag. He wrote Helena comics I really like and he wrote ones that I really don't. Any time he wrote her showing up in the Robin comics: fun! I love their dynamic. Any time she shows up in the Nightwing comics: I feel like he doesn't quite get her character. Her original reintroduction in Detective Comics: my formative impression of her and still one that I feel holds up. Birds of Prey: Manhunt was fun. I can't ignore him, but also wouldn't call him my favorite for her by a long shot.
I found most of Grant Morrison's JLA run to just be uninteresting. I don't have much to say on him. I'm poking my head into events but not much to say there overall.
Devin Grayson: another mixed bag. I think there were fun parts of Nightwing/Huntress. At the same time, I wish that whatever relationship Dick and Helena could've had wasn't completely overwritten by it. I liked the parts with Helena in Spiritual currency, but Fear of Faith has the dubious honor of being the No Man's Land story that I found to be the most of a chore to read so whatever Helena's characterization was there, it's dragged down by that.
Simone's Helena… Hmmm… I think Helena's certianly there in the Birds of Prey comics I've read so far. I like some of what she's doing with her. I dislike some of it. I think what it boils down to is that it doesn't quite feel like Helena to me, somehow. She just feels off to me.
I haven't read Huntress: Year One or Bedard's BOP run yet, so nothing to say there.
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