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heytheredelulu · 5 days

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To Have and To Hold-

And to Fuck Whenever I Want

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

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C/W: Shameless smut. It’s our favorite dirty talkin’, 107 year old super soldier fucking you (his wife) on your period.

Gimme beefy Bucky coming home late, long after his kids are in bed for the night and finding his pretty little wife curled up on the couch with a frown on her perfect face, watching some shitty ass movie.

His cock twitches in his jeans at the sight of you in his tshirt and an audible groan rises up from his throat when he rounds the corner completely and notices you’ve chosen to forgo pajama pants altogether. Those innocent little cotton briefs of yours always do him in.

“What’s wrong, momma?” He asks in a low, gravely voice as he takes a seat next to you on the couch, resting a large hand on your bare thigh.

“Cramps.” You reply flatly, not taking your gaze off the garbage rom-com playing on the tv, though you’ve seen it numerous times.

“Oh.” He breathes out, glancing over his shoulder at the dry-erase calendar hanging on the wall in the kitchen that you use to manage your large family’s schedule. “Hm. Two days early?” He asks.

“Yeah, two fucking days early.” You snap, shifting in your seat.

He keeps his grasp firm on your thigh, offering an affectionate squeeze.

“You feelin’ that bad, huh?” He asks in a soft voice that he reserves only for you.

You nod, finally pulling your attention away from the television and turning it onto him. The only light source in the room at this time of night is from the flashing scenes across the flatscreen but that little bit of illumination is all he needs to see how glassy your eyes are.

“Oh, baby girl.” He murmurs, pushing your hair back off your face. “Lemme take care of you.”

You shake your head, knocking free a few of the tears that had been brimming your lash line. “No, there’s nothing you can do to help.”

He scoffs, his hand sliding up the soft flesh of your thigh until his fingertips brush the hem of your underwear.

“No. Baby, no.” You protest, bringing your hand down to stop him but his vibranium hand is faster, catching your wrist and pushing it away.

“Yes. Baby, yes.” He muses, slipping his index finger under the fabric and gently wrapping the string of your tampon around it.

“Bucky, that’s disgusting.” You hiss, frowning at him. “I’m on my period.”

He lets out a low, breathy chuckle as he slowly and carefully begins to tug. “It’s just blood, momma. You think me of all people would be bothered by blood?” He asks softly.

You pause, considering your answer but in your silence he continues. “Besides, wasn’t that part of the vows we exchanged in that sweet little church before God? To have and to hold and to fuck whenever I want?”

“That was not in our vows and you know it.”

“Hm, they weren’t? We should consider renewing those.” He replies with a crooked smirk as he pulls your tampon free, tossing it over the couch and into the waste bin with precision.

“I gotta be honest, baby girl. If the good lord hadn’t intended for me to fuck you everytime my cock was hard, he wouldn’t have blessed you with such a perfect little pussy.”

“Bucky..” you warn, sitting upright as he rises off the couch.

He shushes you, his large hands moving to unbuckle his belt as your eyes settle on the tented crotch of his jeans.

“If you think-“ He mumbles, pulling the leather through the silver buckle and unbuttoning his jeans with his thick fingers. “That I’m not going to bury myself balls deep inside my wife any and every chance I get- you are sorely mistaken.” He tells you matter of factly, tugging his jeans down his defined waist and kicking them unceremoniously aside in a pile at the foot of the couch. “Now take off those sweet little panties before I tear them off of you.”

You hesitate, swallowing down the whimper that rose up in your throat at his command.

“I said, off.” He repeats sternly, stepping out of his boxers and wrapping a hand around his weeping cock. He pumps himself lazily once, twice, in your hesitation before letting out an impatient growl and reaching forward to curl his vibranium fingers under the waistband of underwear, not allowing you a second more to protest before tearing them effortlessly off of your body.

“Now, are you gonna follow my instructions or will I have to pick you up and set you down where you belong?” He asks in a gruff whisper, his blue eyes darkening with desire.

“And where exactly do you think I belong?” You ask him defiantly, pulling at his last thread of patience.

“You-“ He growls, grasping your wrists in a punishing grip and yanking you to your feet. He jerks you towards him as he looms over you, his head dipped down to hold your gaze and his impossibly hard cock pressing against your abdomen, leaving a smear of precum across the soft skin of your belly.

“You belong wrapped around me.” He murmurs, cupping your jaw gently and brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip in an affectionate sentiment that felt like such a stark contrast to the aggression he’d just been displaying. It was the little gestures that betrayed that dominance in him, that assured you that this powerful man standing so needy before you loved you so much that he’d do anything for you without question.

You lean into his touch and he lets out a low and breathy moan.

“You belong wrapped around me, momma.” He continues. “Crying out my name. Soakin’ my cock with your sweet, sweet-“ He pauses, his length twitching as he sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck, I need you.” he chokes out, settling his hands on each side of your hip and he lifts you effortlessly, sinking you down inch by inch onto his throbbing cock.

He plants his feet and bends his knees, supporting your weight as he cups your ass, kneading the soft flesh while he allows you the opportunity to anchor your arms around his neck. A shameless moan rises from your throat, your head tipping back in the pleasure of him buried balls deep within you as he walks you backwards to press your back to the wall. A low and cocky chuckle is all the warning he gives you before he draws his hips back, thrusting up into you hard enough to kiss your cervix. Choked gasps tear from your chest as he picks up a steady rhythm, massaging your aching walls with every deep rut of his hips.

“I thought-“ He hissed through gritted teeth, dipping his head to nip at your pulse point. “You said nothing would help.”

You shake your head, mumbling incoherently and letting your head fall against your shoulder to allow him further access to the sensitive skin of your neck. “Seems like it’s helping.” He muses, licking a long stripe up the column of your throat. You whimper, tightening your legs around his waist as he slows his pace into long, deep strokes, groaning as he savors the way you grip him, the feeling of your building orgasm causing his hips to stutter just the slightest.

“Fuck, momma. You have.. the most.. perfect.. cunt.” He rasps out, emphasizing each of the last words with a brutal thrust.

You break with that last deep roll of his hips, the tension that was coiled tight in your abdomen snapping with a burst of white hot ecstacy, a broken cry escaping your heaving chest as your walls spasm around him.

“Oh God, that’s it. Come on my cock, come all over daddy’s cock.” He grunts, snapping his hips and increasing his tempo to fuck you through the dizzying waves of your release.

“Jamie..” You whimper, reaching a trembling hand to caress his jaw.

His name on your lips is the sweetest fucking sound, causing his breath to catch and his eyes flutter closed with a low and raspy moan. He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm before you trail your fingertips down his shoulders in a featherlight touch. He buries his face into your neck, his short, sharp pants hot against your skin, his movements growing sloppy and erratic as he hangs on by a mere thread.

“I’m- I-“ He chokes out, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle the primal groan that rips through his chest as his balls draw up and his cock pulses, emptying himself inside you with one last powerful thrust.

He’s still for a moment, working to catch his breath before he tightens his arms around you, peppering gentle kisses along your jaw as he lowers you to the floor on wobbly legs and you sway, stumbling forward slightly.

“Momma.” He says softly, splaying a large hand against the base of your skull and drawing you into his chest. “You alright?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m alright.” You assure him, a hum of satisfaction rumbling in his chest under your ear. “I’m feeling much, much better.”

He smiles, tucking your head under his chin just to feel you close to him a moment longer.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s get you in a hot bath.”

His hands trail along your spine in a soothing motion, goosebumps prickling along your flushed skin in response to his touch.

“To have and to hold.” He whispers, pressing a firm kiss to your temple.

You grin against his chest, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent.

“And to fuck whenever you want.”

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ghouljams · 7 days

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Observation and Experiment Logs pertaining to SCP-141-b, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Experiment Log 13, SCP-141-b transcribed from video recording:

(SCP-141-b sits across from ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ in standard issue interview room. SCP-141-b seems to be at ease and unbothered by the situation, he leans comfortably against the arm of his chair. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ has been instructed to conduct a conversational interview, and is a c-class civilian assistant in the memetic anomalies department, chosen for her looks and extroverted nature. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ has not been briefed on SCP-141-b's memetic abilities. Experiment log is recorded on standard ⬛️⬛️⬛️ video camera.

⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ has been given a short question list. Experiment is to gauge SCP-141-b's willingness to accept and encourage memetic agent.)

(interview start 00:00 >>)

⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Please state your name for the recording. SCP-141-b: Sergeant Kyle Garrick. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Do you know what this interview is for? SCP-141-b: The other one said it's some sort of test? ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Something like that. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Would you please state for the recording if we have any previous relationship, or if we have met in the past? SCP-141-b: No relationship and I've never met you. Think I would've remembered if I had. You're a pretty bird aren't you? Sort that knows it's pretty. Wonder if you taste as good as you look. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: I wouldn't know.

(skip 10:35 >>)

(⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ seems to have relaxed into her seat, SCP-141-b smiles at her as she speaks enthusiastically)

⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: -and then again in Brittney ⬛️⬛️'s car. I can't believe you don't remember that! SCP-141-b: Sorry love, must have hit my head one two many times. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: You always say that. (⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ can be seen rolling her eyes) ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: I think you're just pulling my leg. SCP-141-b: Wish I was, got great legs. (⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ giggles)

(skip 32:43 >>)

(⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ has placed herself on SCP-141-b's lap, his arms are settled comfortably around her waist. SCP-141-b seems at ease, he makes no move to remove ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ from her seat. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ appears to be at ease as well)

SCP-141-b: -to do, I got deployed. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: I know, I know, but I missed you. I thought you might wait for me. SCP-141-b: Who says I didn't? SCP-141-b: Don't you remember? You met me at the airport. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: I did. God maybe I'm the one hitting my head. I did meet you at the airport, you were fresh from your first deployment and I-

(skip 47:23 >>)

SCP-141-b: -something for me, you think you can do that doll? ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: I think so. SCP-141-b: Good girl. SCP-141-b: I need you to-

(SCP-141-b cannot be heard speaking for several minutes, though ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ can be seen nodding her head in understanding. It is believed that SCP-141-b was giving ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ orders at the time to help facilitate his escape from the testing room. Tape ends 52:55 when ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ leaves SCP-141-b's lap and goes to the cell door to request permission to end the interview.)

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Experiment Notes (13), SCP-141-b and ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ interview:

SCP-141-b seems aware of cognitohazardous anomaly and actively encourages it towards his own benefits. Observation of ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ during experiment reveals SCP-141-b is able to feed, or prompt, false memory generation. Full effects are seen after ~1 hour exposure to SCP-141-b. Individuals affected by SCP-141-b's memetic agent are designated as SCP-141-b*1. Exit interview with ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ is as follows:

Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Would you please state your name for the record. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️. Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Thank you, and would you explain your relationship to SCP-141-b in simple terms. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: He's an old friend, High School sweetheart, really. We tried to keep it going after graduation but life happened. Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Doesn't it always. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: It was really great catching up with him, though. Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: I see, and are you able to remember the start of your conversation with SCP-141-b at all? ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Sure. Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: And would you please repeat the questions that we assigned you, along with the answers SCP-141-b provided? ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Uh, asked him his name: Kyle Garrick. Asked him if- Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Are you alright? ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Yeah sorry, I just got this awful pain in my head. Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: You asked SCP-141-b if he knew you. Do you remember how he answered. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Yes, I- (⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ can be heard making pained noises) Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Noting for the record that ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ is holding her head, and experiencing headache like symptoms in line with previously observed phenomena around SCP-141-b. Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Can you describe the pain for me? ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: It's like someone's scraping my brain with an ice pick. I feel like my eyes are about to pop out of my fucking head. Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Thank you. Did SCP-141-b ask you to do anything for him before you left? ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Why do you keep calling him that? Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Please answer the question. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: Maybe if you weren't keeping him locked up like an animal- Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: Please take your seat. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: He's a human being and you're keeping him prisoner here! Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️: You are under the effects of a memetic anomaly, you're not thinking clearly. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️: I'm thinking perfectly clearly you-

Post Experiment Interview cut short due to violent behavior from subject. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ attempted to subdue Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️ as well as two security personnel and was apprehended. Relegated to observation and further questioning. Unclear whether SCP-141-b's implanted memories will dissipate.

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Site ⬛️⬛️ Memo to researchers in ⬛️⬛️ Memetic Anomalies Lab:

SCP-141-b is to be upgraded to level 2 cognitohazard.

Memo Addendum from ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ in ⬛️⬛️ Memetic Anomalies Lab:

SCP-141-b seems like a nice enough guy, I think my aunt knew his mom and he's never given us any trouble.

Memo from Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ Head of ⬛️⬛️ Memetic Anomalies Lab:

All staff who have interacted with SCP-141-b or been in contact with anyone who has interacted with SCP-141-b is to report to memetic decontamination immediately. All testing on SCP-141-b is to be halted immediately and until further notice. SCP-141-b is to be considered a hostile memetic agent. Do not engage.

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Observation Log 27, SCP-141-b:

The more I look at this guy the more familiar he seems.

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SCP-141-b is a level 3 memetic hazard and is considered cognitohazardous. Please report all memories or impressions of SCP-141-b to your supervisor. No further testing is to be done on SCP-141-b without permission from O5. Level 4 personnel only.

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mimsynims · 7 months

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Fool For Love

part 1

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Author’s Note: I have barely been writing anything (I usually write for the Good Omens fandom) since I started playing BG3, but then a few days ago I felt compelled to start on *something* for this fandom that has completely taken over my mind. I usually post on AO3 but for some reason I wanted to post a first teaser-chapter here on Tumblr.

So here it is, my first (unbeta’d) venture into the BG3 fandom. I have no idea where this is going except that the endgame is a happy ending for Tav and Astarion.

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (Mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking

Summary: You thought knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… Now you do.

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You watch him laugh as Shadowheart leans closer to whisper something in his ear, and the unwarranted jealousy that has your chest aching leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He may be sharing your bed now and then, but you have no right to him. For all you know, he might be spending his other nights with each and everyone in your camp. And that is his prerogative; pretty words aside, Astarion has never promised you anything other than fantastic sex.

A bitter smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. You are sure he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger. That he has convinced you that this means more to him than it actually does. The sigh leaves your lips before you can stop it, but it doesn’t really matter, because none of the others hear you, too busy listening to Gale regaling another story about his ex.

Annoyed with yourself you rise, an excuse prepared on your tongue in case anyone questions your departure from the merriment. The lie remains unspoken and you’re relieved when you can slink into the shadows unnoticed. Relieved, but also perhaps a bit sad. It’s funny, you’ve spent most of your life aiming for anonymity, to stay under the radar. The unexpected friendships you’ve made since the kidnapping has unravelled all of that. Have made you aware of the dark and empty space in your heart you’ve successfully ignored until now.

Except it isn’t empty anymore.

It happened gradually, and without your permission. A dashing pale rogue stealing your affection when you weren’t looking. Because yes, while you know that his only reason for talking his way into your bed was manipulation, he has unintentionally shown you glints of his real self during your time together. He’s a complicated mess, just like yourself, and you love him. Love everything about him, even though it hurts.

So maybe he has you wrapped around his finger after all, because if you had any sense, you would end this thing between you. You should, but you are a selfish being. One day Astarion will realise that he doesn’t need to use sex to feel safe with you, but until that day comes, you will greedily accept every scrap of attention he gives you.

“Pathetic.”

“Talking to yourself, darling? Or have you made another furry friend when I wasn’t looking?” Astarion gracefully — why is that even when he’s pleasantly drunk, the elf manages to appear graceful? — sits down next to you in the grass. “You already have three of them in the camp, surely that’s enough?”

“Three?” You try to gather your thoughts, but it’s difficult when he is this close to you. “Scratch, the owlbear cub, and…?”

“Halsin, of course.”

“Of course,” you repeat dumbly. True, the druid was in his bear form when you first met, but something in Astarion’s demeanour makes you suspect that that isn’t what he meant. Images of Astarion undressing Halsin floods your mind. Halsin is a handsome and powerful man, so it would make sense for Astarion to seduce him too. Just like he had with you.

“Why are we sitting here, by the way?” Astarion shifts to lean on one hand, his face tilted back to take in the full moon. “Wanted a more romantic setting than your tent this time, darling?”

Oh. So you are the chosen one for the night. You were certain it would be Shadowheart, considering.

“Are you alright, Tav?”

For a moment you let yourself believe that the hesitation you hear in his voice is founded on genuine concern. That he truly cares beyond the deep-seated need for self-preservation ingrained in him. But the illusion can only last so long. You know enough of his history not to hold his actions against him, but right now you’re not in a headspace to pretend that everything is fine. And yet, you try.

“Of course I am.” You hold back a flinch when you hear the acid lacing your words like a toxin. It gives too much away, so you do the only thing you can think of. Your hands are already grabbing fabric before you have finished your thought, pulling him closer before he has time to examine your statement too closely. Before he can figure out your lie.

The night air is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the hot mouth claiming yours. You might regret it tomorrow, but right now, this is exactly what you need. In Astarion’s arms, you can forget everything but him and what he gives you. Around other people he can seem petty and cruel, but when he’s with you like this… this is different.

Or least that’s what you tell yourself. You cling to the illusion that this is special, and you succeed — until you feel yourself leaning your head to the side, offering your neck.

Astarion doesn’t ask it of you, he never does. It’s always you that wordlessly gives him what you believe is what he truly wants.

And this time it reminds you that deep down, this is just a transactional act for Astarion. Nothing else. He doesn’t care about you, not really.

After you’re both sated, you drift off to sleep without meaning to. It has been a taxing day, both physically and mentally, and the last thing you see is Astarion looking down at you with an indiscernible expression in his red eyes. Almost as if you’re a puzzle he can’t figure out. Except that doesn’t make any sense, because to you it feels like he saw right through you the first time you met.

Some time later, you’re vaguely aware of strong arms lifting you from the damp grass. You must’ve made some noise, because you feel a warm breath against your ear.

“Hush, my darling, you don’t want the others to wake up.”

Exhaustion drags you back under, and when you next wake up, you’re in your tent. Alone.

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#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 fic #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #fic wip #astarion ancunin #help im obsessed #I came for the bear but I stayed for the vampire

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Love Language (S.R.)

Summary: Reader cuddles Spencer. Spencer cuddles back. Request: Reader is constantly close to/touching someone (her love language is touch) and everyone expects spencer to reject her, but shockingly he accepts it Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: None! Word Count: 725

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There are few things more comforting than the home of Penelope Garcia. The lights were warm, and their reach covered every hint of a shadow. It was so far away from the horrors of the job.

It was a place where badness didn’t belong. A place full of friends, family, fuzzy blankets, and fluffy pillows. And that night, it also happened to include a few people in particular.

You, of course… and Spencer.

The boy sat innocently in the corner of the loveseat, but as soon as you walk into the room, his entire demeanor changes.

He smiles from his seat and raises a quick, nervous hand in a wave.

The others also greet you in their usual way. Penelope is quick to wrap you in an always appreciated embrace, and JJ drifts by with a gentle, welcoming hand across your back.

As you start to settle in, you note that there are several places for you to sit. You eye your usual seat, which is once again unoccupied.

You take a step towards it, but, almost immediately, you find that it seems a little too sad that day. For starters, it is devoid of your favorite blanket, which seems to have sneaked away.

Even more than that, you find that the solo seat is missing something else. Something that is warm and soft and smells of vanilla coffee creamer.

The room is filled with idle chatter up until you speak. It takes only one syllable for everyone to fall quiet.

“Scoot!” you say to the boy now in the middle of the loveseat.

He’d gravitated towards you.

You’d done the same to him.

Still, he seems baffled by the order that couldn’t have been directed anywhere else.

“W-What?” he asks.

So, you repeat, “Scoot!”

Spencer looks down at your blanket beneath his thigh. He complies with your request to move, albeit for the wrong reason.

As he scoots into the corner of the seat once more, he lifts the blanket for you.

“Thanks!” you graciously accept…

Right before you take the seat beside him.

Spencer doesn’t protest your presence. In fact, he does nothing at all. He is simply staring at you with the same shocked and bewildered expression.

Yet when you pull the blanket to cover you both, he smiles once more. He tries to hide it, but you can still clearly where his pink lips curve against impossibly pinker cheeks.

The boy is still stiff as a board when you come closer. Seemingly petrified by the possibility of ruining the moment, he stays firmly in his place with his hands in his lap.

Across the room, Penelope and JJ are eagerly hoping to change that. They are staring daggers at the oblivious genius, as if they could make him move through looks alone.

You pay no mind to their meddling. In fact, you barely even notice it because your face is smushed against Spencer’s shoulder.

You make yourself at home beside him, squirming and snuggling against his side until he realizes what you want.

He finally lifts his arm from between your bodies and wraps it lovingly across your shoulder.

Immediately, you sigh. You make a few final adjustments so that your head rests gently over a quick-beating heart.

The girls, no longer silent, promptly stand and run to the kitchen together—presumably to squeal without spooking the shy boy you’ve chosen to cuddle with that night.

After all, it was an odd sight to see Spencer accept proximity with another. It was an even odder sight to see him reciprocate it with such ease.

But he did. It was clear from the look on his face and the way his body finally found a way to relax alongside yours.

The room is quiet and filled with a simple bliss. You listen to the steady thumping of a kind boy’s heart and take joy in the feeling of his hand on your arm.

“You’re so warm,” you hum happily.

“Should I move?” he asks, frantic and certain that he’d ruined it somehow.

You laugh. You move even closer and nuzzle your face against something that is warm and soft and smells of vanilla coffee creamer.

“Don’t you dare,” you say.

So he stays, and you stay, for as long as you possibly can.

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criptochecca · 8 months

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I do not want, you may well understand, to proceed today to a critique of the colonial system. I do not intend as a colonized man, speaking to colonized people, to demonstrate that the colonial state is an abnormal, inhuman and reprehensible state. It would be grotesque on my part to want to convince you of the unacceptable nature of colonial oppression. However, I would like to focus my reflections on the violence integral to colonial oppression.

The colonial regime is a regime instituted by violence. It is always by force that the colonial regime is established. It is against the will of the people that other peoples more advanced in the techniques of destruction or numerically more powerful have prevailed. I say that such a system established by violence can logically only be faithful to itself, and its duration in time depends on the continuation of violence.

But the violence which is in question here is not an abstract violence, it is not only a violence perceived by the spirit, it is also a violence manifested in the daily behaviour of the colonizer towards the colonized: apartheid in South Africa, forced labour in Angola, racism in Algeria. Contempt, a politics of hate, these are the manifestations of a very concrete and very painful violence.

Colonialism, however, is not satisfied by this violence against the present. The colonized people are presented ideologically as a people arrested in their evolution, impervious to reason, incapable of directing their own affairs, requiring the permanent presence of an external ruling power. The history of the colonized peoples is transformed into meaningless unrest, and as a result, one has the impression that for these people humanity began with the arrival of those brave settlers.

Violence in everyday behaviour, violence against the past that is emptied of all substance, violence against the future, for the colonial regime presents itself as necessarily eternal. We see, therefore, that the colonized people, caught in a web of a three-dimensional violence, a meeting point of multiple, diverse, repeated, cumulative violences, are soon logically confronted by the problem of ending the colonial regime by any means necessary.

[...]

In certain colonies, the violence of the colonized is the last gesture of the hunted man, meaning that he is ready to defend his life. There are colonies which fight for freedom, independence, for the right to happiness. In 1954, the Algerian people took up arms because at that point the colonial prison became so oppressive that it was no longer tolerable, because the hunt was definitely on for Algerians in the streets and in the countryside and because, finally, it was no longer a question for the Algerian of giving a meaning to his life but rather of giving one to his death.

[...]

What we are saying is that we need to close our ranks. It is necessary that our voice should be powerful not only by being vigorous but also for the concrete measures that could be taken against this or that colonial state.

[...]

No, the violence of the Algerian people is neither a hatred of peace nor a rejection of human relations, nor a conviction that only war can put an end to the colonial regime in Algeria. The Algerian people have chosen the unique solution that was left to them and this choice will hold firm to us.

Frantz Fanon - Why We Use Violence, address to the Accra positive action conference, 1960 (translated by Robert J. C. Young)

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pileofmush · 5 months

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i accidentally deleted a cwismas request, i'm sorry anon :c. i hope u find this & tysm for ur hilarious request!

request: luffy + “tongue got stuck to a metal pole”? (i just think it’s very fitting LOL and i love how u write luffy so x))

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“I can’t believe you sometimes, Lu,” you groan and throw your hands to the sky. How do you keep ending up in these ridiculous predicaments? Your love, your dreams, your hope—somehow, someway wound up with his tongue glued to a metal pole. “Only cartoon characters get their tongues stuck to poles,” you stress. “We are not cartoon characters!”

“I’m sawry!” says Luffy, body limp against the pole.

“We’re not even a block away from my house!” you whisper-yell.

“I’m sawry!” says Luffy.

“Get off the damn pole!”

“I’m twying!” whines Luffy.

You glance at your house and contemplate throttling your longtime boyfriend.

Why oh why did you choose today of all days to introduce your boyfriend to your family? Christmas is overrated—you should’ve chosen another day. You bet your entire family’s peering through the blinds right now, watching this tragedy unfold.

And why oh why did Luffy decide to lick a pole on the way to your childhood home? He shrugs when you ask him so. “Zoro durred meh,” he slurs.

Zoro…

Zoro dared him.

The words take a little while to process. You blink, dropping your face in your palms. “Oh God,” you moan, “I’m in love with an idiot.”

When you look back up, Luffy’s there, right in front of you. You startle; he stares, oddly solemn. “You’re in love with me?” he asks, voice cracked with frost.

You freeze.

A few seconds pass by. Neither of you move, as you consider your words.

You—well. You are.

“I am,” you repeat aloud, avoiding his eyes. Your arms slowly come up to fold across your chest. “I mean, of course I am. Why else would I be taking you to meet my parents?” you finish with a shrug.

Luffy takes in your words, nods, then tackles you into a snow bank. You wheeze, head spinning, but your heart is full of joy. You don’t think he’s rejecting you, if this has anything to show for it. But you can’t think much, anyway. The only thing you can register is the cold, damp snow, and Luffy’s wild, contagious laughter, and the freezing pair of hands racing up your sides.

Luffy does end up with a snowball to the face when he gets a little too eager, though.

“There’s no way I’m kissing you when you just made out with a pole, Lu.”

The pole-kisser sticks out his tongue. “Don’t be jealous!”

“I’m not jealous… Wha—put your tongue away!”

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bryngmemoney · 4 months

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

⭑story masterlist link

tw: death joke, worms (maybe?)

lots of Writing between Messages!!

🪡Chapter Twenty-seven: Fixing him

“Megumi,”

“hm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you didn’t notice it , but he tightened his grip on the wheel, his other hand that was by his side he used to pinch the fabric of his pants.

“You just seem quiet, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, but you never told me where we were going.”

“Oh right!” to be honest you had completely forgotten you hadn’t told him, and you did promise you’d say where the morning of. “It’s a little book cafe! My friend recommended it to me, I thought it seemed fitting.”

“So, you’ve been here before with them?” he questioned. “Nope, we can try it out together.” He smiled a little, and you did notice that, happy to at least get a little more emotion out of him.

“Hi! Welcome in,” A girl with a short brown bob looked up to you and Megumi walking in, adjusting herself at the front of the counter next to a bakery display waiting for you to approach.

“Hi,” you greeted back.

“Do you two need help with anything?”

“Not looking for anything particular, thank you though,” you answered, turning to look at Megumi only to see him already looking around the place, specifically staring off towards a shelf of books.

“Ok, well let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded as the girl went back to her previous task. There were only a couple of other people inside the place, probably less than ten. It was larger than you expected it to be from the outside exterior, but still very homey. You had just begun to take a few steps in, only for Megumi to grab your hand and lead the way.

“Look,” he said once stopping in front of a shelf, picking a book out and handing it to you. “One of my favorites.” You were a little taken aback, but just smiled looking at it, front and back, trying to figure out what it was. “How is your eyesight that good you saw this from the entrance?”

“Can you do that again?” You looked up, only to see him pull out a smaller camera from his jacket’s pocket. Smaller than the one you had seen him with before. How did you not notice he was carrying that?

“Uhm, okay,” and you repeated your action, feeling slightly strange, but at least he seemed more alive now.

“Thank you.” His smile at that moment was contagious, seeming genuinely happy.

“Was that just for you or for your project?” you asked, mirroring his expression.

“Do you want your hint for the day?”

“Yes please.” He leaned his camera towards you, showing you the four photos he took, “They are for the project,” he informed.

“What’s wrong with your loaf?”

“What?” Megumi looked up from his page, eyes wide full of confusion.

“The pastry you ordered, you took two bites and haven’t touched it since.” You had been watching Megumi for the past thirty minutes he’s been sitting across from you. Although you both originally started with conversation that had slowly filed down into you guys reading what you had chosen. You thought back to what Nobara had said over text and couldn’t help but think maybe she was right. He’d probably be happy if you had just taken him outside then given him a book.

“Oh,” he looked down next to him, starring at the piece of bread on the small plate, “It’s just.. too sweet.”

“Too sweet?”

He looked back up at you, shrugging before picking up his mug taking a sip of his dark coffee. “I’m not really a fan of sweets.” He placed the cup back down, then went back to reading.

“You’re such an interesting man Megumi.”

“Really?” he questioned looking back up to you.

“You’re interesting to me.” He just looked at you, both of you making eye contact for a few seconds, and he failed to look away on time so you wouldn’t see the pink dusting his face. “Thanks I guess.”

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aajxs · 11 months

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run , a.s

synopsis - the one where anakin lets you go, but not without a price.

pairings - anakin skywalker/darth vader x fem!jedi!reader

warnings - ANGST , obsessive/possessive anakin , violence , unburnt!vader (not really a warning but sum people don't like it) , jealous anakin , mentions of blood , the beginning is a lil suggestive , choking (not the fun kind) , mentions of death

w/c - 1.7k

a/n - part two to 'let me go', I think this one is much more interesting. this is unedited so if there are grammar mistakes, ignore them for my sake. enjoyy!!

part one , masterlist .

for the flashback — Dress by Taylor Swift

for the main part — Change (In the House of Flies) by Deftones

"Anakin, where are you taking me?" You laughed as your friend dragged you through the Jedi temple. He gave you no response, but your question was soon answered once you noticed he was taking you towards the men's quarters. "I'm not supposed to be on this side." You grinned as Anakin opened the door to his room and brought you inside.

"What were you doing with him?" Anakin mumbled as he closed the door with the swipe of his fingers. "Ani, you can't expect me to spend the rest of my Padawan years with only you." You said as you sat on his bed, that smelled so much like him. "What if that is what I expect." Anakin frowned as he stood a good length away from you with crossed arms and a tilted head.

"Anakin, he's only a friend. You'll always be my number one best friend, you know that!" You smiled as you got up from the bed and walked a bit closer to Anakin. 'I don't want to be just your best friend!' Anakin wanted to say, but instead he walked towards you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist

You hugged him back almost instantly, gripping the back of his long cloak in your hands. "Are you going to tell me why you brought me here?" You mumbled into his chest as you took in his scent. He smelled like vanilla, and just a hint of peppermint.

"Just didn't like the way he was looking at you." Anakin muttered as he craned his neck just enough to the point where his forehead was resting on your shoulder. If Anakin turned his head fully, his plump lips would touch your cheek.

You scoffed quietly, "And why would that matter to you, chosen one?" The sentence came out more shaky and breathily than you intended it to. The proximity was making you nervous, and you were worried that Anakin could tell. He hummed into your ear, "It doesn't," He lied, "I just know that the looks he was giving you weren't innocent." Anakin said, turning his head ever so slightly and planting a soft kiss on the side of your exposed neck.

"I don't mind. I think I deserve a little action." You said with a smirk as you repeated his action, attaching your lips to the side of his neck where you could reach. "Not from him." Anakin said as his grip around your waist tightened. He planted kisses down your jawline as he twirled your Padawan braid around his finger.

"Don't you think we should stop?" You questioned into his neck. He hummed in response, not paying any attention to your words as he began sucking on your neck. You tugged his hair to get his attention, making him back away from you slightly. "Anakin, we should stop." You said as you gazed up at him. "Why?" Anakin asked as he stepped towards you again, leaning closer to your face. Your eyes darted between his eyes, down to his lips, then back up. You were a hairs width apart, and you so badly wanted to kiss him.

Thinking back on it, you wish you did. Maybe if you confessed sooner, Anakin would have never done what he did. Maybe if you confessed sooner, you wouldn't be sitting here, restrained on a ship that felt a bit too far from home. You have no home now.

You didn't know where you were, but you no longer had your brown cloak on, only your Jedi robes. Your lightsaber was nowhere to be found, and your head was throbbing. Anakin should have just killed you in that temple.

Almost as if he heard his name being said, the door to the room slid open and Anakin walked in. "Wait out there." You heard him say to some clones before shutting and locking the door. You examined him, and the first thing you noticed was your lightsaber clipped onto his belt, right next to his own. The next thing you noticed was that the hood on his cloak was up, making it to where you couldn't see his face.

"Why do you—" You started, but you were quickly cut off. "You're bleeding." He muttered as he walked towards you, taking down his hood once he was standing next to you. He brought up his gloved hand, and went to wipe away some of the blood. You flinched away from his touch and gave him a glare, making him purse his lips. What did he expect you to do? Give him a kiss and tell him how much you love him after he just killed all your friends and then knocked you out with his lightsaber?

Anakin gave you a look before grabbing your jaw with one hand, and wiping your face with the other. "What are you doing?" You harshly asked as you stared up at him. "What does it look like?" He snapped back as he cleaned your face the best he could. "I'll clean it better later, can't stand seeing you bleed." Anakin said as he caressed your jaw. "You should have thought about that before you fucking hit me!" You said as you pulled at your restraints, only making them hurt worse.

Anakin let out a breath and took his hand away from your face. He began circling around the bench you were uncomfortably sat on and stopped behind you. "I'm gonna get you out of these, and if you try to run, it might just be the last thing you ever do." He muttered into your ear before he got rid of the restraints.

If you were dumb, you would've tried running or killing Anakin. But you knew Anakin, and you knew that he kept his word. "I would have never been able to get you on this ship if I didn't knock you out." Anakin said as he walked back around the bench and stood in front of you. "I hope you understand that I had to do it, it was for your own good." He said as he reached out towards your face to cup your cheek.

You got up and grabbed his wrist before harshly smacking him across the face. "You don't get to touch me!" You yelled as Anakin shoved you back down into your sitting position. You got back up, but you were almost immediately slammed against the wall that was next to the bench. Anakin's ungloved hand was wrapped around your throat, and your boots were barely touching the ground.

His grip around your neck tightened, and you could feel yourself slipping unconscious by the second. He only stopped once he realized you weren't even trying to get him to stop. You weren't begging for your life. You wanted to die, and he wasn't just going to give in.

Anakin let go of your neck, and you fell to your knees in front of him in a coughing fit. "If- If you're gonna fucking kill me, just get it over with Anakin! If I can't have the old you, then I don't want you at all!" You yelled as you looked up at him, your voice cracking slightly.

You got up and stood right in front of Anakin, "You think you're helping me?" You asked as you got into his face, now centimeters away. "You think you saved me?" Your voice raised slightly, and you shoved Anakin away from you. "Y/N.." he muttered, "I don't need your help Anakin! I never did!" You yelled, shoving Anakin again. "Y/N, stop-" He said, louder this time. "No! You don't get to baby me after you killed the only people I thought of as family!" You said, and just as you were about to shove Anakin one last time, he grabbed your wrists.

"Y/N, stop!" Anakin yelled, his grip on your wrists tight. He sat you back down on the bench and stared at you for a moment. You took a breath, seemingly calming down, and he let you go. "What do you want Anakin?" You asked as you looked up at him. "Did you come here to give me a kiss goodnight? Make me feel at home?" You joked, but your tone was angry. "If a kiss goodnight is what you wish for." Anakin said sarcastically as he paced around the room. "A kiss goodnight won't take away the pain you've put me through." You said, the images of your dead friends flashing through your mind, making you grimace lightly.

Anakin stopped pacing at your words. "This room is bland, do you want to be moved to-" Anakin started, but you quickly cut him off. "I don't want to be moved, I want to be set free!" You exclaimed, rising from your seat. "That wont be happening, you're too valuable." Anakin said as he turned to look at you. "Valuable to the Empire or valuable to you?" You questioned as you stepped towards Anakin. He gave you an unintelligible look before turning back around.

"When you leave this ship, you're no longer a prisoner, but a bounty." Anakin explained, stepping towards you and stopping you in your tracks. "You'll be hunted, but I know you. I know that you'll slaughter every dumb bounty hunter that decides its a good idea to go after you." Anakin said, stopping right in front of you. "Jedi don't slaughter." You said, your eyebrows now pinched together. "There are no Jedi anymore!" Anakin yelled, making you flinch at his outburst.

"You want to know something, Y/N? You can kill any bounty hunter, but you can't kill me." Anakin said as he gripped your jaw. "It wont just be bounty hunters after you, it'll be the Empire. The Sith. Me." Anakin said, "You want to know something, Anakin? You cant kill me either." You said with a knowing grin. "The worst part about this all, is that you still love me, and you know that you cant." Your smile faltered. He opened his mouth to protest, but closed it quickly. You're right.

"Get me a ship. That's all I want. You can hunt me, find me, kill me if that's what it comes down to. Just give me the chance to run and hide." You whispered, slowly raising your hands to cup his face. That was when you realized his eyes had turned back to their familiar blue.

"I'll get your ship, and ill get you out of here. But I cant promise your safety once you're out of this system. I cant promise that I wont do... damage once you're gone." Anakin said as he planted a kiss on your forehead. "Just get me out of here. Let me go." You murmured as you reached up and cupped Anakin's face.

"You want to know the worst part about this, Y/N? I do still love you."

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wannaeatramyeon · 6 months

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Samuel Seo x Reader: Corporate

G/N. Soft. Nice. Lil snapshots. Ahhhhh

Scathing, unwarranted remarks are on the tip of his tongue.

He opens his mouth, ready to disparage, when you beat him to the punch.

"No."

A single word, single syllable that catches him on the backfoot.

It's not the first time you denied him, but the first time you have done so so openly and publicly.

Samuel's brows knit, displeasure and annoyance painted on his face. "No?"

You've caught the look in his eyes, preempted him and no.

"No." You repeat yourself, "We are not doing this today. Eugene, please continue."

The Workers’ Presidents and Senior Team glances between the two of you. Samuel's mouth pulled into a thin line, your posture upright and eyes challenging.

Samuel doesn't say anything else.

Eugene clears his throat and continues.

You check your watch. An anniversary gift. Exclusive from the Nautilus collection. Not quite your taste though not offensive enough to tuck into a drawer somewhere.

The hour hand has crept solidly into what is considered late evening. You didn't have plans but you can’t see why this couldn't wait until the following Monday.

"Thanks everyone, let's call it a night."

Samuel turns sharply towards you, "I am not finished-"

"This meeting is." You cut him off and give everyone a polite smile, clearly signalling ‘we are done’ before focusing your attention back on him. "Samuel, can I have a word in your office?"

"I know you can probably pull me up to HR for this," You hold a business card between your middle and index finger, "Good luck with that if you do. But here."

You tuck it into his suit pocket and give it a pat for good measure as his eyes widen in surprise.

"This is my therapist. She's helped me a lot." Samuel opens his mouth to argue and you cut him off without pause, "You're spiralling tonight and it's not a good look."

You shrug on your coat. "I usually leave you be but I'm concerned."

And there it is. A little admission of your feelings. Words chosen to fit with the corporate bullshit though you don't hide the worry in your eyes.

"I'll see you Monday."

Samuel stays quiet as you leave. Stays quiet as he sits behind his desk. Eyes on the screen though nothing is sinking in. Brain calming down as the hours stretch into the early morning.

He removes the card from his pocket. Studies the lettering. Black font on white, the long sequence of acronyms and qualifications that follow the name.

It smells like you.

"That meeting went well," Samuel comments, "Their investment is secured."

He navigates Seoul traffic, opting for his own car instead of a Workers executive ride and chauffeur. Driving carefully and slowly. Maybe a touch too slowly.

Debriefs, he calls them. But within the confines of this metal box, it's a small break during both of your hectic schedules. So he buys extra minutes, extra seconds however he can.

"Yeah," You peer out the window, a small smile gracing your lips, "We make a good team."

Samuel considers this for a moment.

He agrees.

Samuel flicks the lighter. A burst of warmth and orange ignites your cigarette, the spike of nicotine hits your lungs.

Ironic it feels like the first time you’re able to breathe today.

"Hard day?" He asks, taking a drag on his own.

You never make an appearance on this balcony, the little designated 10ft by 12ft area for toxic fumes with a stunning view, unless you need to.

You don't respond and it's all the answer Samuel needs.

Most of the employees cut their smoke break short as soon as they clocked the two C-suites making their way here. A few hanger-ons, hoping for a chance of schmoozing and networking, scuppered away after being on the receiving end of Samuel's glare.

Samuel exhales. Watches the wisps dissipate. "Some days I hate all this."

Your breath joins his. Mingling together before vanishing into nothing. "Me too."

A coffee is placed on your desk.

"Americano, no milk, no sugar. Triple shot."

"Oh!" You're caught completely off guard. Initially pissed off at his disruption, your eyes now soften at Samuel's gesture. It’s just how you like it.

"And here." He accompanies the coffee with a small paper bag, a logo of your favourite bakery on the front.

"Thank you."

He gives you a small nod and leaves.

Hours later, buried in corporate bullshit, coffee long drained and energy sapped, you can still taste the sugar on your tongue.

"Samuel, this evening-"

"Sorry sir, I have plans I can't miss."

"Not even for this?"

"No. My apologies."

Eugene purses his lips, considering how far to push this. He had stressed the importance of this evening multiple times but Samuel Seo apparently has other commitments.

"Samuel-"

"Eugene. Any other night but not tonight."

Eugene recognises the defiance, the pointed use of his name instead of 'sir', the mood darkening behind the polite close eyed smile. And decides to let this go. This once.

"Enjoy your night."

"Thank you, sir."

Samuel doesn't spend his night courting more investors. Europe. Some equally shady operation in Switzerland pivotal for Worker's global expansion.

Would have earned him Eugene's favour and appreciation if he pulled it off. Yet-

You open the velvet box.

It's much more your taste this time. Leather strap, no diamonds, understated. The branding is still shown on the watch face but it's subtle, lowkey.

Samuel presses himself against your back, curling around in a protective embrace and leaving a trail of kisses across your shoulder.

Yet-

For you, the world can wait.

"Happy anniversary, Y/N."

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punkpandapatrixk · 9 months

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Full Blue Moon in Pisces ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

A Super Blue Moon such as this occurs once every decade, sometimes every couple of decades, according to NASA🪐huehue

Finally, with this Super Blue Moon in Pisces many kinds of generational curses and negatively-polarised karmic bonds CAN and WILL be dissolved. Weirdly persistent patterns of misery and misfortune will be broken and you will gain a renewed sense of being alive. This is an amazing period of massive emotional baggage cleansing.

Those who are especially spiritually inclined, some of you have dealt with ancient curses that either you have carried from hundreds—if not thousands—of past incarnations whilst some others have been transmuting those negative patterns in the bloodline you chose to be born into. For many people, this kind of scenario has caused a great deal of traumatic experiences repeating themselves within the interface of Reality they are viewing in this incarnation.

Fear nomo, bebeh~ That’s all done and paid for. You are now free. You are now safe to experiment with whatever Reality you deem fit for the Goddess/God that you know you are🌸

You are your own person now. Go live your Life. Make your dreams come true. Each one of us deserves to see a world of our dreams turn into Reality. Claim that, Honey. Manifest your own versions of paradise on Earth!💫You are protected by Divine forces~😉

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Pile 1 – The Brazen One

c o s m i c – V The Hierophant

Cosmically, you are being freed from the bondage of time. You were born into this world carrying a sacred mission. So strong is this sense of purpose that you grew up feeling constricted by time. You feel like, you’ve got to achieve some great things rather quickly—before reaching a certain age. You’ve always wanted to become a success—whatever that means to you or your society—at a young age. This fear of running out of time, or generally, this rushed necessity to scurry, is very debilitating to you on a psychological level.

I feel like, if you’ve indeed achieved some great things at a relatively young age, still quite none of it feels enough. You still feel lacking, like some grandiose things larger than life must occur. You’re haunted by some kind of potential you still can’t grasp yourself. The simplest doodle of an explanation to that, actually, is that you’re meant to be of great, great service to Mankind, with whatever talents you naturally possess since you were a child.

Some of you reading this may not want to believe this, but this Pile is for the Ascended Masters. Your Soul is either an Ascended Master or you are working down here closely supervised by a very high-ranking Ascended Master. The former scenario is more prominent for many of you tapping into this reading. You are literally a Bodhisattva reincarnated for a great purpose of healing Mankind. If you feel the latter scenario is more resonant for you, you are a sacred medium for the Ascended Master who couldn’t risk being reborn lest she or he loses themselves in this mortal world.

l o g i c – XI Justice

As you can see (if you could view the card on Patreon), Justice on this deck is quite different from its traditional depiction. There is an oracle who mediates the wisdom and impartiality of the Brazen Head as guide for Mankind.

And like the picture you’ve chosen, you have a mind that’s quite well-rounded. You have an innate ability to perceive the wholeness of an issue and provide insights or solutions that would be fair to most everyone involved. You are a peacemaker; a problem solver. And I think, this of you may not have been seen by a lot of people. Worry not, you’ve only been in an initiation phase. Your Light of Wisdom is about ready to be seen by everyone.

With this awakened sense of purpose, I’m pretty sure you will naturally, or maybe ever so suddenly, cease feeling bound by the constraints of time. Suddenly, you’re a new person without fear of limitations. You now understand that everything has its own time to be seen, received, and applauded. Even by logic you know it’s all gonna be yours eventually. I think you’ve fixed your relationship with the God of Time HA The clock doesn’t scare you anymore.

Justice will be served, my dear. If you’ve resonated this much, know that you’re about to get really busy in the coming months and years. Ascended Masters being born on Earth is no small matter. You will be seen. You will be heard. You will serve your purpose. You have no idea how many higher beings are working behind the scenes to make this happen. This is a group project; you just think you’re doing everything alone but that’s the farthest thing from the Truth.

m a g i c – King of Wands

Now, with all of your cards upright, I’d like to convince you that you’ve done the best you could with what you knew. To be honest, there is no more work to be done. You’ve worked so hard on yourself, your spirituality and psychology. You deserve to enjoy Life now. You could say, Life finally begins now—no matter what your age is. You are your own big girl/boy now. You can do whatever you want with a calm heart. You’ve literally set everything in motion in ways that may not be apparent (yet) in the physical world.

Have courage for your Destiny is meeting you halfway. In the meantime, eat your cake, paint your clouds, colour your hair, burn your candles, and continue to believe in your wildest dreams. You, have, a fuckton, of motherfuckers, to prove wrong, baby. Put them to shame. Your weirdest manifestations are yours to claim. You are meant to leave a legacy of awesome and nothing in this mortal world can stop a Bodhisattva such as yourself.

To help ease your heartaches, you might wanna Google what a Bodhisattva is if you’re unfamiliar with that term. Light will be shed upon why you’ve had to endure so much hardships—even if, say, only psychologically—just to feel like you have a place in this murderously chaotic world of nonsensical stupidity.

Much like the roundness of the jelly (pic) you’ve chosen, you’ve rounded up your tenure on Earth. This is very likely your last incarnation on 3D Earth. I don’t think many of you would still want to come back around again LMAO But if you ever change your mind, know with confidence the next time you’re incarnated on Earth again it will be 5D Earth (or 4D, at least, if you feel like it).

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Pile 2 – Charting New Territories

c o s m i c – XVI The Tower

You’ve been through a number of experiences that would’ve given other people a major mental breakdown. But you, you were always able to maintain a positive attitude. Somehow, more than most other people, you’re blessed with an ability to maintain a strong faith in the higher powers. You’re not shaken by the unknown. You embrace cycles of transformation, like a snake shedding its old skin. Parasites are left with the old skin. You’re so amazing.

With this Full Blue Moon in Pisces, you’re building a new Tower of your own. A shiner Tower, strong enough to stand for another 10,000 years or so. This is the Life you’ve always wanted for yourself. This basically could translate into your starting up your new business, moving to another country to start a new Life, or even just starting the preparations for this new paradigm of your ideals. Basically, the chess pieces are moving now.

You’re just about to have a great time seeing every single one of your dreams and visions manifest step by step as you continue to live in your authenticity. Your decisions may not always be easily understood by everyone but you don’t care anymore. You’re done caring—carrying other people’s negativity and small worldviews. You’re done with the past. You can feel all your bones rattling—your clarion call is calling, babe~ Tlulululu~📞HELLO!🎆

l o g i c – Queen of Cups Rx

Up until recently, you’ve been deep in an alchemical process of knowing the inner workings of your emotions. You’ve recently come to fully understand how the way you care too much about the people around you has become a disadvantage. You are really kind, you know, very caring, and I hope you don’t see this as a weakness. You weren’t weak at all; you’d just been giving to the wrong bunch of people. These takers are major losers who don’t have it in them to know how to be kind, caring, or generous to other people. It’s alright, this was just your learning process to know how the Devil ticks.

With this, I’m seeing you’ve made a strong resolve to first and foremost prioritise your mental health. Your emotional wellbeing comes first because you’re literally the main character of your own Life. If that should make you step on a few toes, you’re not gonna fret. Their fault for being in your way.

You’re becoming more logical in the way you view how the world works. Things and situations are not always fair, and sometimes, the right thing to do may not always seem the best. But you’re done being a sacrifice to unideal situations at all times. Nomo. You’re choosing not to let your emotions override your sense of deservingness and respect.

m a g i c – 9 of Cups

You’ve raised your vibrations, and now you’re becoming a match to a lot of high-vibe treasures. A lot of them. You’re going to see first hand how your Reality shifts, continuously, to find the right bearing before some things can be decided and become permanent. Your realities are going to keep shifting like that at least until the next Full Moon. In the coming month, you’re going to feel very blessed and glad that you’ve decided to take control of your Life. You’re going to be so proud of yourself, if you aren’t already.

When you’re, let’s say, out and about, you might encounter people or situations that feel rather magical. Like, there’s so much good luck surrounding you and you may be like, ‘OMG, how did that just happen?’ There’s so much Love and positivity surrounding you that you also feel charitable—with your energy, attention, resources. There seems to be this equal give and take between you and the world outside.

I think it’s possible you’re gonna be meeting Soul Mates as well. Or, you could be entering this phase of your Life where you’re meeting what in Buddhism is termed brothers and sisters in dharma. People with whom you share a similar vision to be of service to the world, in a similar fashion. I think you’re going to feel so excited and motivated about the purpose of your Life and how you’re gonna go about it going forward. Tlulululu~📞HELLO!🎆

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Pile 3 – Future Builder

c o s m i c – King of Pentacles

On a cosmic scale, you’re being led to become a leader of the New Age of Aquarius. For some, this means you will have a public platform to speak for your causes. It’s not so difficult to wave influence over a group of people nowadays when you have social media, right? For some, this could mean that you will have a new role that will have you seen as an authoritative figure in your field, or immediate home/work/school environment.

For some others, you could get promoted to a new position at your workplace, or get a new work opportunity that is more in alignment with your spiritual values as a human being. Some kind of change that will make you feel greatly proud of yourself, in a grateful manner😊Money and other forms of abundance are coming in steadily, although for some may not be too quickly.

Some of the changes that are happening to you, you may not think that these are spiritual in nature, but they are, and you will gradually understand the meaning of these shifts in your Reality as you go along. The tiny truth of the matter is, you are finally receiving a lot of material abundance because you’ve literally embraced the idea that you deserve to take up space🎉

l o g i c – XII The Hanged Man Rx

I feel very strongly you’ve been having these inner works revolving knowing how to strike a balance between being selfless and selfish. You may have come from a background in which people are expected to always be humble and stupidly selflessly giving, no matter the cost. I know an Asian background or a Christian one could mess up with a lot of people’s psychology. Especially East Asian, I guess? You’re expected to just mingle in the background and flexing your accomplishments is literally considered a severe social misconduct *bleh* something like that

You’ve had to learn the hardest way not to give in to that notion of putting yourself last. The group is always more important than the individual? Fuck that. I come first. Every individual deserves to come first especially when the group setting is not even that altruistic. Especially when the group’s importance is literally serving the blatant selfishness of some of the top/key figures in the group. Nomo. Fuck this and fuck that. I blast open my own pathway. Even if nobody will like me for that, I come first. I take care of me first. How can I be a genuinely kind person when I can’t even be kind to myself?

That’s sort of the learning process you’ve had to go through until you reached this plateau of clarity on how an individual can maintain personal autonomy even when you’re still a part of the group. In spite of your age and how much you’ve experienced in Life, I don’t think you’re anywhere near finishing learning hahah Wise people never stop learning anyway. But for now, I think you’ve graduated some level of a meaningful spiritual masterclass with flying colours~!🌈

m a g i c – XIII Death Rx

You have been reborn, baby~ Out of the old cycle into a new phase of AWESOME. Something about the way you look, I’m sure has changed, too. You’re a much happier person now, you’re more confident. I think your facial expression is different. Your posture is better. Your steps are surer. Your skin cleared up. You’ve got an entirely new wardrobe. Your social media is going through a renaissance. You have a new circle of friends or a new boyfriend even. Everything, is just, different, in ways you can’t really explain.

Your aenergy has affected your physical Reality to morph itself in accordance with your ideals. You’re literally living in your desired reality and it can only get better form here. Need I say more? Just ENJOY~ You’ve worked hard to maintain your authenticity in a world that delights in seeing people kill themselves emotionally and spiritually just to fit in the group.

Your originality is what will ensure your future successes like nobody in your family has ever seen. Trust that, babe—this is New Age of Aquarius. Aquarius is all about being original and eccentric. It’s not like you’re hurting anybody, right? Your level of happiness is going to make everybody regret that they didn’t believe enough in you. They’d wish they coulda treated you better. But do you give a damn? Maybe you shouldn’t. Leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you. You go shine your Light for those who resonate with you, you beautiful Angel Goddess Fairy Mermaid Nymph Siren~🌞

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"...That's why I'm here," Iori reaffirms calmly, as Iori now stands up, BOOK in hands-- "...Because I should be able to support my upperclassman, in turn." Iori smiles, and closes THE BOOK -- -- it closes between Iori's hands.

Pre-Epilogue Iori in my fic, "The Past World" (originally written in 2k21, idea in mind since Young Me days, before XW finished airing)

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(Visually Iori likely looked EXACTLY LIKE THIS before breaking out the smile.)

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Common Acorn Barnacles on Call

Semibalanus balanoides, more commonly known as the common acorn barnacle or the northern acorn barnacle, is a widespread species of barnacle found all along the Pacific and Atlantic coasts of North America and the intertidal zone of Europe-- though it is notably absent from the Bay of Biscay. Its range is limited by the temperature of the water in which it breeds; in the winter, they require water as cold as 7.2 °C (45.0 °F), but throughout the rest of the year they can tolerate much warmer climates.

Like many barnacle species, S. balanoides is hermaphroditic, meaning it has both male and female reproductive organs. Once the water reaches the optimal temperature, typically in November or December, the barnacles begin to breed. An individual will reach out with a penis that can be up to 7.5 centimetres (3.0 in), and inseminate a nearby barnacle; this process may be repeated up to eight times between a single pair. After insemination, the penis disintegrates to be regrown the following year.

In the meantime, the fertilized barnacle will produce up to 10,000 eggs that are stored in a special sac within the shell cavity. The common acorn barnacle releases its eggs between February and April, in concert with warming waters and the spring algal bloom. The eggs then hatch into miniscule larvae, which spend several weeks feeding on plankton in the water column and going through a series of molts. Following the sixth molt, the larvae stops feeding and seeks out a suitable place on which to anchor itself. Once it has found a surface, the larval barnacle 'crawls' along the surface until it encounters one of its own species. At this point, they will attach themselves with a cement-like glue which is capable of supporting up to 3,200 kg (7,000 lbs) Here, a single northern acorn barnacle may live anywhere from one to seven years.

Adult S. balanoides are identified by the white, six-sided limestone casing with which they protect themselves. However, one unique feature of this species is the way in which they attach themselves to their chosen surfaces; unlike other barnacles, which have a hard calcified shell base, the northern acorn barnacle has a membranous base. Within their shells, they have rather soft bodies, including a set of feathered appendages called cirri with which they use to breathe and collect food.

The common acorn barnacle is a filter feeder, consuming microscopic plankton and bits of detritus from the water column. Though their hard shells deter most predators, adults are vulnerable to other predatory invertebrates like dogwelks, nudibranches, and sea stars, as well as fish like the shanny that are specialist feeders of barnacles.

Conservation status: The common acorn barnacle has not been assessed by the IUCN. The species is extremely common and very resilient, and in fact has been in existence since the Jurassic period. However, rising ocean temperatures may negatively affect their breeding period.

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I'll love you no matter

Scaramouche X reader

2/18 promised fanfics

Slight angst WITH FLUFF!!! Also a fuck ton of red flags

(s/c/n) - Scaramouche's chosen name

This is made out of spite for @scarazone yea i know it took a year

This rotted in my drafts (Rushed ending so i can post this dumpster fire)

You and the Balladeer we're inseparable, so inseparable in fact that you and him still felt like the star crossed lovers you were even after multiple misunderstandings and betrayals. Something you never did but he did, everytime you forgave him because deep down you knew he didn't mean to hurt you.

But as the time passed you start to think. Does he actually care about me or am I just another one of his followers?

He no longer stopped by with Sumeru Roses or Sweets, Even so far as tolerating Dango which he openly expressed is not a fan of. It made you—

..what was I talking about.... You thought, you don't remember the last thing you remember was a mental note to go on errands.

Taking your woven basket, you thought about where it came from.

'I think I saw this at the flower shop a while back....ehh I probably forgot about buying a boquet' you continue to ponder on the idea not realizing the blonde traveller calling you.

That was until they grabbed your arm. "Oh Sorry Traveller I didn't see you there, do you need something?" You turn to face them properly.

"No no it's ok!" Little paimon squeaked, slightly panting from chasing you They ask "Do you know the Balladeer?" Your eyes widen in shock and confusion. It felt so familiar.

"I feel like I do....But I don't remember what or who....it was" you mumbled the traveller seemed to be glad you remember something even if it's just a little. Rushing they grabbed your hand "No time to explain We need to get you to Nahida!" Rushing past crowds up the stairs past scholars to the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

"Wait we're meeting with Lesser Lord Kusanali!!??" You shrieked going to fix your hair and clothes to be a little more presentable, They pushed you inside in a rush.

"You guys slow down, atleast explain what's going on!" you resisted trying not to trip while they pulled you harder. "Don't worry, The traveller will explain everything for me" nahida spoke up.

"Lesser lord Kusanali! It's a pleasure to meet you!" placing a hand over your heart and bowing. "Don't worry! Its nice to meet you too, I guess that the traveler brought you here because of some recent events.."

"I still don't get what's happening.." you repeated. "It's ok we can explain everything now" Paimon said.

They sat you down and explained everything "But how did you find out about me? Compared to you I just a random person" You asked

Nahida stepped forward "I hid some stories about a wandering prince and a lady that lives in a flower, I made it to look like a kid's fairytales to avoid being erased, sort of like a back up file" she placed a finger on her cheek with a wondering expression.

"A lady that lives in a flower..." You giggled sweetly. "It's how he described you" Nahida shrugged. "No..no..its all right! It really does sound like something he'd say" you smiled holding back more giggles.

"WHAT! THE BALADEER BEING HAPPY AND SWEET???" Paimon screeched. "I've never met him any other way-" you spoke incredibly highly of him, of course you loved the man, no matter what.

"Would you like to meet him again?" The traveler asked reaching a hand out for you. Your eyes widen and then you smiled "If its not a problem with you then sure, I'd love to! But id rather stay here with lesser lord kusanali...im not very fit to be honest" you muttered. The traveler allowed you to. As both of you patiently waited for them to arrived you heard a high pitch voice scream. "WE'RE HERE!!!"

Your head whipped to see The Balladeer sporting a teal version of his outfit, lacking the fatui insignas, of course. Lacking the words to talk to him, your mouth was left agape.

He slowly walked towards you. "I- I feel like I should....know you," reaching out his hand hesitantly. By instinct, you pull him close for a hug. "Pretty boy! You're back!!" Giggling and squealing as you're hugging him tighter. He stutters,flustered as he hugs you back. But that's when they can see a soft, gentle smile on his face.

"Wow....If i didn't see this... I wouldn't believe it to be true!" Paimon piqued. Nahida looked over, smiling. "I dont get it. What's...happening...I need to go back and help at the shop, " he said, not noticing he was holding onto your arm. Nahida stepped up and started to explain.

"What...I...I did what?" His eyes wide and hands shaking, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "If you accept that this is a part of you...i can give back the memories."

He accepted and as the giant robotic body that seemed to have his old motifs on it start to move on its own, the traveler tried to keep you and the others out of harm's way as you stood behind Wanderer having a breakdown.

The ray of light came coming towards you. It was then he stood up with new found power of Anemo he'd finally accepted his past. Now he was trying his best to protect you. His one and only.

After the situation died down both of you now stayed in Sumeru to live both of your lives together.

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could u pls do a first time meeting with Monkey King Reborn pls? I love ur work 💜💜

It's shit like this that'll make me cry. Thank you so much, and thanks for the request! Decided to make this a Reborn Wukong x chubby female reader! Hope you don't mind.

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Monkey King Reborn: First Meeting.

The council couldn't have chosen anyone else? Why'd you have to get dragged in with the monk to get whatever it was he was sent for? No, no, better question, COULDN'T THEY HAVE TOLD YOU THAT BEFORE HE LEFT?! Now you were on a journey alone to try to catch up with the monk that had four days ahead of you, so that was proving… tiresome.

“How far can a monk get in just four days?” you grumbled to yourself as you tucked some of your (h/c) hair behind your ear to get it out of your face.

You'd spent two days trying to catch up to the monk, but it was proving to be a tedious task. Of course, you weren't going to give up, the higher-ups would tear you a new one if you gave up on the mission they ‘blessed’ you with. So, you marched on, asked around and tried to keep your head up.

You tried to think of the bright sides… Well, the only one you could really think of was finally getting out of that temple and away from those people. The fresh air was nice, but the endless walking wasn't what you were expecting when you were told you had a mission.

“Wait, is that them?” you thought to yourself aloud when you saw a group up ahead. You didn't know who the monk was supposed to be accompanied by, but you’d recognize him anywhere.

Finally! You thought to yourself as you willed your body into a jog, holding your chest as you did so it didn't bounce too much.

“Wait!” you tried to get their attention, which worked faster than you thought it would. When you finally caught up to them, you were breathing heavily and barely able to catch your breath. You were met with a stick in your face.

“Who are you?” who you recognized as the Monkey King questioned in a growl.

“Lady (Y/n)?” the monk surprisingly recognized you, making the monkey stand down. Once they’d settled, you introduced yourself to the four demons the monk had travelling with him.

Why does he need me if he has the four of them? You thought to yourself in annoyance.

“(Y/n) (L/n), I was sent to accompany you on your journey to the West to collect the Buddhist scriptures,”

“Forget it,” Wukong said almost immediately.

“Excuse me?” you looked at the demon who spoke as he eyed you as well with a raised brow.

“I said no,” he said.

“I wasn't asking your permission,” you stated.

“Wukong,” the monk chastised. “Forgive him, lady (Y/n),” the monk bowed in respect.

“It’s just (Y/n),” you told him. “I was sent to join you in your journey to the West, and that is what I plan to do,”

“Forget it,” ‘Wukong’ repeated sternly.

“Wukong,”

“I wasn't asking your permission,” you repeated as well.

“You can go back to whatever temple you came from. We already have two weights, we don't need another,”

“Did you just call me fat to my face?” you raised a brow. His eyes widened slightly, and he snarled in your face, his breath smelling of fruit.

“You know that's not what I meant!” he snapped.

“Hm,” you folded your arms and closed your eyes as you let out a heavy and defeated sigh. This could only be handled one way. “Since I'm such a heavy burden for you to bear, I’ll go,” you said simply and turned on your heel before starting to walk off.

“Wukong,” Tang said in a warning tone.

“Master, we don't need anyone else travelling with us,” he tried to persuade his master against letting you join.

“She has already come all this way on direct orders. She will be joining us, go apologize to her at once,” Tang ordered, making him groan, but follow behind you.

“Hey, sh- girl,” he called as he walked beside you.

“Come to call me short as well?” you glanced at him. He glared at you, mostly because he was going to call you shorty instead of girl. “You wanted something?” you raised a brow as you eyed the… fairly attractive specimen before you.

“I'm…” he physically struggled to speak.

“You're…?” you encouraged him to continue, wanting to hear him say it.

“Sorry…” he said, very strained and soft.

“Pardon?” you tilted your head a bit. It's not that you didn't hear him, you heard him loud and clear… you just wanted to make him suffer for indirectly calling you short and fat. You didn't deserve to be called out like that by someone like him.

“I said I'm sorry, alright?!” he snapped, which surprised you.

“Kay,” you rubbed your chin and bottom lip to feel you were smirking. “I was taught that any man willing to put aside his pride to apologize deserves forgiveness, so your apology is accepted,”

“Now that we’re past that, let’s go,”

“Oh?” that smirk still playing on your lips that irked him.

“Your masters told you to join us, didn't they? Let's.go.” he seethed, much to your amusement.

I like this one… you thought to yourself in amusement.

“Right,” you nodded and simply followed behind him. “What was your name again?” you questioned from behind him, trying to remember what the monk had called him.

“Sun Wukong,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Right, right. The so-called Monkey and Demon King, the ‘Great Sage Equal to Heaven’. Your mess with the Jade Emperor was a cleaning job for lesser deities like me, so thanks for that.”

“Any time,” it was his turn to smirk at you, which of course irked you.

“What possessed you to do such a thing anyway?” you questioned as you walked beside him, but the only response you got was a huff.

“There they are,” you looked ahead to see the other three approaching.

“Please forgive my-”

“It’s alright,” you cut him off as you traced your bottom lip slightly. “We have a long journey, let’s get moving.”

“Yes, of course,” the monk agreed with an amused smile.

The other three demons had introduced themselves to you. The pig, Zhu Bajie or ‘Pigsy’, was ‘trying his hand’ with you, much to your disgust. Luckily, Wukong pulled him away from you by his ear and said that you weren't interested, which you definitely weren't, but you thought speaking your mind might be a bit hurtful.

All in all… this trip was already shaping up to be a trip to remember. For better or worse? Well, that was still a work in progress.

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