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the-merry-otter · 1 year

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First slide: Mariota’s Guide to 14th Century (Medieval) Women’s Clothing

This slideshow is brought to you by @the-merry-otter on tumblr

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP MOTHERS AND FUCKERS. I’m bored, so today we’re going to be talking about medieval clothing. Specifically fourteenth century English clothing because that’s what I’m good at. (Source: trust me bro I’m a reenacter). Also this is all female stuff - sorry masc leaning folks, I’ll get to you someday!

Disclaimer: this is not completely comprehensive or nuanced in the slightest, it’s just a quick overview guide. Do your own research xoxo.

[Image ID: to the left is a picture of a woman in a light blue dress and a pink hood gazing out at a lake. The hood has a skirt that falls over her shoulders, and there is along thin pipe attached to the back of the hood that dangles to her knees. The edges of the hood are decorated with burgundy crochet. The picture is captioned “beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, literal goals.” End ID]

[Image ID: To the right is a picture of a typical renn faire outfit. It has a white poofy underdress, a black corset, and a brown skirt. There is a red cross drawn over the image. It is captioned “very pretty, but definitely not medieval sorry!” End ID]

Second slide: Underwear (ooh la la)

Now with nasty pocketses

[Image ID: a picture of gollum, from lord of the rings, snarling in disgust. There is a line in The Hobbit where he asks Bilbo what he has in his nasty little pocketses, which is what I am referencing. End ID]

So, corsets, stays, and shapewear in general kind of wasn’t a thing yet. So your underwear was a shift, which was awesome because it was also your pajamas. They were usually made of linen, though some might have been made of cotton is you were rich.

[Image ID: A plain white linen garment laid out flat on the floor. It is a dress that hangs to about knee length, with elbow length sleeves. An arrow points to it with text reading “this is a shift”. End ID]

There is evidence for supportive shifts for busy support, like this one from the fourteenth century!

[Image ID: a second shift, worn by a female presenting person. It is laced up the front, and is a lot tighter and more fitted, especially around the bust. It has straps instead of sleeves. End ID]

There’s also this bra like fragment found in Austria, but that is a whole debate so.

[Image ID: A bra-like garment fitted to a mannequin. It seems to be made out of white linen, coloured with time. The left cup is damaged, and overall the garment looks incomplete. End ID]

Then, over the shift, yet under your main dress went your pockets, which tied on at the waist. Your dresses had slits do that you could get at your stuff without flashing everyone lol.

[Image ID: A picture of medieval pockets. They are upside down teardrop shaped, but the point is flat and is part of the waist ties. There are slits in the side up the top to access the inside. They are cream coloured with bright floral embroidery. The caption reads “these bad boys can fit so many cool pebbles.” End ID]

[Image ID: A young female-presenting person wearing medieval clothing. She has her hands in the pocket slits of her dress. They are just below hip height. End ID]

Third slide: your dress, or the cotehardie. (Pronounced coat hardy)

Over the shift you put your dress, sometimes referred to as either a kirtle or cotehardie. 14th century people started actually form-fitting their clothes more than previous centuries. These needed fastenings, which were mostly lacings (spiral lacings specifically), or buttons made of either metal or cloth, used at the front of the dress from neckline to waist, and on the sleeves from elbow to wrist, with exceptions of course.

(Sidenote: fuck sleeves, all my homies hate sleeves)

[Image ID: a woman in a warm yellow dress to the left of the text. The dress is constructed simply, with a single piece of fabric used for the length of the body so there is no waist seam. The skirt is widened by inserting four triangles, one each at the front and back, and one on each side. The front has buttons made of the same fabric as the dress, that go down to the belt at the waist. The sleeves have similar buttons from wrist to elbow, on the outside of the arm. The woman is also wearing a liripipe hood. End ID]

Dresses seemed to be mostly wool, though I often use linen for mine because I live in Australia and it’s hot in summer and I don’t want to die. Most often they weren’t lined (that is what the underwear was for).

[Image ID: in the top left of the slide is a woman wearing a green woollen dress. It is constructed the same as the previous image, except it has spiral lacing on the front instead of buttons. The sleeves are fastened by three small buttons. She is wearing a simple and veil. End ID]

[Image ID: the top right of the slide shows a woman in a teal coloured dress, similar to the one before. This one has metal buttons at the sleeves and down the front. She wears a veil only. End ID]

The neckline of these dresses was usually round or an oval shape, and some manuscripts have it so wide that it falls off the shoulders slightly.

[Image ID: A photo of a medieval manuscript, depicting six medieval ladies in a row holding hands. The neckline of their dresses is wide enough that the tops of their shoulders are visible. The image is captioned “me and the girls on a Friday night”. End ID]

Clothing was a lot more colourful than the movies would have us believe lol.

[Image ID: Three women, each in dresses similar to the ones before. To the left is a forest green, the middle one is bright saffron yellow, and the one to the right is a vibrant tomato red. End ID].

Fourth slide: Dress two; electric boogaloo

[Image ID: Merry and Pippin from lord of the rings. Above them, meme text reads “we’ve had one, yes”, and then continues below with “but what about second dress?”. End ID]

You could also wear an overdress, which was usually of a contrasting colour and had shorter sleeves.

As well as fashion, they would have been used for extra warmth, and so were usually made of wool.

[Image ID: a woman in a maroon coloured dress like the ones on the previous slide. The sleeves stop just above her elbow, revealing a blue dress underneath. End ID].

Common people would have only owned a couple of different outfits, as fabric was super expensive.

[Image ID: various pictures of women with examples of an overdress. They are all constructed the same as the overdress, but with shorter sleeves that reveal a second sleeve of a different colour underneath. End ID]

A common late thirteenth to mid fourteenth century overdress was the ladies surcoat, which had big holes instead of sleeves.

Belts would have been worn underneath the surcoat.

[Image ID: three photos of women wearing surcoats. They are normal dresses, except there is a large D shape cut out of either side, leaving a large hole from the shoulder to below the hip. They have no buttons down the front. One of the surcoats is made of red brocade, and obviously belongs to an upper-class impression. End ID].

Fifth slide: Hair and headwear

Hair was worn braided and pinned up, with a coif (cap) and either a wimple or veil, or both. The wimple and/or veil were usually pinned to the coif, or secured on a band of fabric around the head.

Veils would be either oval, or a D shape. Wimples were rectangular. A wimple goes under the chin and a veil goes over your head.

[Image ID: a close up of a woman wearing a wimple. It is made of a light fabric, likely silk. The wimple wraps under her chin and is secured at the back of her head. A narrow band of fabric or possibly leather circles her brow, which would have been used to secure the wimple. End ID.]

[Image ID: A picture of YouTuber Morgan Donner wearing a wimple and veil. The wimple wraps under her chin, and the veil is placed on top of her head, draping down past her shoulders. It does not cover her face. Loops of hair are visible either side of her face. End ID]

All the headwear would be made of linen, thin wool, or silk, depending on class. The veils could also be made really fancy by ruffling the front edge or by attaching pearls.

[Image ID: a woman in a wimple and half-circle veil. The edge of the veil that frames her face is elaborately ruffled. The edge of a coif is visible under the veil. End ID]

I ride the bus in my medieval gear a lot because of events, and way too many people think I’m Amish because of my veil. It’s honestly just funny at this point. I should keep a tally.

[Image ID: a woman wearing a St Birgitta’s coif, pinning a wimple at the back of her head. The coif is a simple white linen cap that encloses the head, with a line of lace down the centre of the head. It is secured with a loop of linen around the head. End ID].

[Image ID: a picture of someone with plaits that have been pinned around the head like a crown. It is captioned “you could also pin your hair up like this”. End ID]

Working women might have just wrapped their head in a scarf instead, fuck this fancy shit right?

[Image ID: a woman in a headscarf that has been twisted and then looped around the front of her head. It is captioned #girlboss. End ID].

Fake braids were a thing! Blonde hair in particular was very fashionable, and bleaching or fake braids were sometimes used to achieve that.

[Image ID: two fake braids made of a coarse fibre. They are blonde in colour, and are looped like a hairstyle seen on many of the reenactors. They have white ribbons attached to the top end to help secure them to the head. End ID]

Sixth slide: Cloaks and hoods

These would have actually been two seperate garments! Integrated hoods on cloaks didn’t actually become a thing until the … seventeenth century or so? (Citation needed).

Cloaks were a lot simpler than the typical cloak we think of nowadays. Often they were just a rectangle of wool, or by the fourteenth century, sometimes a half circle.

They were almost always wool as far as I know, and were generally fastened by a cloak pin or buttons.

[Image ID: a metal cloak pin. It is a circle with a small opening at one point. A long pin is attached via a loop, allowing it to slide along the pin. It can fit through the opening in the circle. To use one, you would gather the fabric on the pin, and then slot the circle over the pin and then turn it, so the fabric is trapped between circle and pin. This is much easier to demonstrate than describe. The picture is captioned “these bad boys are the real MVP’s though”. End ID].

[Image ID: a diagram showing the construction of the bocksten man cloak. It is a half circle pieced together by laying strips of fabric together. In the centre of the flat side, a half circle is cut out for the neck. End ID]

[Image ID: a reconstruction of the bocksten man cloak. It is orange wool, and lined with an off-white linen. It is fastened on the right shoulder by three fabric buttons. It would fall to just above the wearers knees. End ID].

Women’s hoods could be short and open, or with a longer skirt and closed with buttons. Liripipe (pronounced leery-pipe) hoods were named for the tube of fabric that dangled off the back of your hood, varying in length. As well as a fashion statement, it could also be wrapped around the neck like a scarf if it got cold.

Hoods were nearly always wool I’m pretty sure, though they were often lined with linen, silk, or cotton.

[General description: a short liripipe hood would be open, with the bottom only reaching your shoulders. They were made from a single piece of fabric that would wrap over your head, with the seam down the centre back of your head. It was flared at the bottom by inserting triangular gores. At the front edge near your face there would be a strip jutting out that went from one side of your chin, over your head, and down to the other side. This would usually be folded back, revealing the lining colour. The bottom of the hood could either just reach the base of your neck, or reach down to just past your shoulders. The former would usually be open at the front, with fastenings optional. The latter option with the longer skirt was almost always able to be fastened up the front with fabric buttons. The liripipe itself was a thin flat tube of fabric fastened at the centre top back of the hood. End ID]

Fun fact, 90% of why I decided to reenact the fourteenth century specifically was because of liripipe hoods.

Seventh slide: Feet (not in a weird way)

Hose were used to keep your legs warm. For women they were usually knee height, and fastened just underneath it with a garter or tie.

[Image ID: a single light yellow hose, belted beneath the knee with a leather garter. The seam is down the centre back of the leg going all the way to your toes, and then around the top of the foot in front of where it connects to your leg. End ID]

Hose usually would have been made from wool, and were cut on the diagonal (bias) of the fabric to get the maximum stretch possible from the fabric. They still were looser than modern tights are though!

Knitted socks were also a thing I’m pretty sure, but I don’t know enough about them. Sorry!

Shoes were simple, usually referred to as turnshoes because of how they were made. Fun fact: the lack of foot support means that turnshoes are similar to going barefoot in terms of how you walk. Some reenactors love it, some hate it, and some are indifferent lol.

[Image ID: a pair of turnshoes made of dark leather. They have a strap that would fasten around the front of the ankle, similar to some modern shoes. The toes are pointed, and it is captioned “pointy toes were fashionable, especially for men”. End ID].

Because shoes were really hard to waterproof, (ask me how I know), and didn’t have solid soles, wooden pattens (pronounced pat-tens) were worn to keep you off the ground while outside.

[Image ID: a person wearing a pair of wooden pattens over their shoes, standing on a drenched cobblestone street. They are wooden platforms with an archway on the bottom, and are attached to the foot with leather straps around the toe, ankle, and around the back of the heel, similar to modern sandals. The image is captioned “ye old crocs”. End ID].

[Image ID: a woman’s leg with the skirts drawn back, revealing the bright yellow hose underneath. It is fastened below the knee with a strip of fabric. She wears a turnshoe with a buckled strap. End ID]

Eighth slide: Accessories

These are a few other items that might have made up a working woman’s outfit.

Aprons would definitely have been used while working. One were just a large rectangle of cloth tucked into the belt, some were smocked to draw in the fabric. They generally stopped at the waist.

[Image ID: a woman in a red dress, with a very light brown apron. It is smocked at the top, and is attached around the waist with a string. End ID].

Pretty broaches and other jewellery existed! There was cheaper stuff made of pewter for the lower classes.

[Image ID: five gold brooches, studded with different jewels and pearls. End ID].

They had a funny sense of humour as well… and they weren’t all prudes.

[Image ID: a pewter broach of a cat carrying a dick and balls in its mouth. It is captioned “you can actually buy these. I know a website.” End ID].

Eating knives were worn on the belt, though it is debated whether women would have carried one. I do because I’m a modern fourteenth century woman.

[Image ID: a small knife with a wooden handle, laying on top of a leather sheath that has been dyed red. End ID]

Belts are a curiously debated topic. Some people reckon that women would have definitely worn them, others say they they weren’t used by women much at all. As far as I know there are depictions of both, so choose what you’d prefer. They are great for hanging stuff on I gotta say.

[Image ID: a coiled up brown leather belt. The buckle and tip are a gold metal, and it has decorative flower studs along its length in the same metal. End ID]

Pretty little purses would have probably been worn. I don’t know enough about them to say anything else though.

[Image ID: two different pictures of reenactors wearing purses. One is brocade and the other a red fabric. They are in the shape of an upright triangle, and both have five tassels hanging from the bottom edge. They hang off the belt with long drawstrings. Unrelated to the purses, one of the women is wearing a gorgeous orange liripipe hood, that is embroidered and dagged on the bottom skirt edge. End ID]

Ninth slide: Fancy Shmancy

There is a lot I haven’t covered, especially in the realm of the upper classes. Here is some of what has been missed. (Buckle up because this section is very image heavy. I will be as concise as possible).

Heraldic dresses! If you are interested, go check out Morgan Donners video on YouTube.

[Image ID: a picture of Morgan Donner in her heraldic dress. One half of the dress is red, and the other is green, except for where it has been cut out by white with an ermine pattern on it. Her hair is unbound and uncovered, except by a small flower crown. It is captioned “Morgan bestie do your hair properly :(“. End ID]

[Image ID: a drawing of two women in heraldic dresses. The first has a blue right half with a yellow printed design. The top left of the dress is yellow with a blue fish, and the bottom left is red with a white fish. Her train is held by the second lady, who’s dress is blue on the right, and white with green birds on the left. End ID].

Fancy headpieces for rich bitches only.

[Image ID: a reenactor doing a high class impression. Her hair is bound up in Pearl studded hair nets on either side of her head like modern earmuffs, with a spiked coronet around her brow. She has a sheer silk wimple on. End ID]

Fancy dagged edged on hoods, sleeves, dresses, etc.

[Dagging description: where the edge has been cut away to make decorative dangly bits. One hood has red leaves around the bottom edge for example, and another just has a pretty geometric pattern. End description].

Brocade gowns! So pretty!

[Image ID: several different pictures of high class ladies wearing brocade gowns of different colours. These are similar to the wool dresses we were looking at earlier, but with longer trains, and often long draping sleeves. There is even a brocade surcoat. End ID]

Fancy sleeves!

[Image ID: examples of different long sleeves. On some, the sleeve is normal until the elbow, and then it falls away to a long strip of fabric that dangles to the ground. Not mentioned on the slide itself is tippets, which was a band of (usually white) fabric just above your elbow, with a thin strip of the same fabric that draped down to the floor. End ID].

Dresses that were two different colours.

[Image ID: examples of dresses that are exactly like the earlier wool dresses, except they are literally half one colour and half another. The manuscript example is a blue and red overdress with fancy sleeves, and the reenactor example is a yellow and green underdress with a red hood. End ID]

And of course, some of the funky fun fabric choices.

[Image ID: a manuscript depiction of a woman carrying a dead bird. Her hood is red and white striped horizontally, and her dress is dark and light blue striped, also horizontally. End ID].

[Image ID: a manuscript depicting a woman talking to a second lady in a chair. The dress on the first has horizontal stripes of white, red, yellow, and blue, repeated, and the second has horizontal stripes of white, pink, and light blue. Interestingly enough the latter colours are very similar to the transgender flag which would make a very cool dress project. Hmm. End ID].

Tenth (and final) slide: In summery

(Small red text below title reads “I hope you have enjoyed” with a drawn smiling face).

Dis you notice all the “usually” “commonly” and “often’s” in there? That’s because I cannot possibly illustrate everything that we know of the time in only ten slides, nor do I know everything, so I have just tried to show what seems to be the most depicted.

Note: I probably even got some stuff wrong by the way.

If you’re interested in this stuff, I really recommend doing your own research now! Hopefully I have given you a good overview of what a fourteenth century womens outfit might have looked like, so now you can go fourth and know what you’re looking for.

If you have any questions about costuming, reenactment, or anything else, feel free to contact me!! I respond on Timblr decently fast ☺️

[Image ID: a reenactor sitting on a log, staring into the distance with a slight smile. She is wearing a grey-blue dress, belted at the waist with a small purse dangling from it. She has a dark blue cape and a light blue hood, that has fallen back to show a ruffled white veil. There is a pewter broach on her hood. A leather turnshoe peeks out from beneath the hem of her dress. End ID]

A list of helpful YouTubers:

Elin Abrahamsson

Morgan Donner

Opus Elenae

Miss Joss (her instagram is more active).

Now go hydrate!!

[Image ID: a woman in fourteenth century garb drinking from a jug. End ID]

#medieval reenactment #historical reenactment #medieval #medievalcore #medieval aesthetic #14th century #sewing #fashion #clothing #history #historical #sca #i’ll be on my merry way now

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xullian · 2 months

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Its finally DONE!!

(Click for better quality PLEASE)

Ok so first excuse the bad anatomy and overall artstyle these are all (except for the passive night one) from somwhere 1-2 years old. Most of them come from incorrect-undertale-quotes on instagram or someone else from somewhere else, some of them i was just being funny and awsome as always. Inks design will be next! ..maybe. Ink or error idk yet

Anyway i really need everyone to look at error. Hes so silly. Close ups and transcript under cut.

Ink: Z is just N but sideways.

Error: Stop it.

Ink: Zo.

Ink: I wanna change the world!

Dream: For the better?

Ink: uhhh-

Ink: Im a Creative person!

Nightmare: And what have you created?

Ink: Problems.

Passive Nightmare: I didnt do it!

Dream, crying: Then why are you laughing.?

Passive Nightmare: Cause whoever did is a fuckin genius.

Error: I hate you with every inch of my body.

Fresh: No offence brah-

Fresh: But that aint a lot of inches

Paperjam, Error: Thats disgusting.

Paperjam, Error: ...

Error: JINX-

Paperjam: Dont do that.

"Gotta film in a hour, we fucked up 🍃😭😝🥳💯"

Dust <- brought weed

Ink <- rolled blunts

Killer <- smoked everything

Cross <- hit it wrong

Ink belongs to comyet

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

Fresh belongs to loverofpiggies

Paperjam belongs to 7goodangel

Dream belongs to jokublog

Nightmare belongs to jokublog

Cross belongs to jakie

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

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turbulentscrawl · 6 months

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Alright, I'm gonna ask! Could we get a sfw/ nsfw for Gravekeeper, please? He's my fav :>

I feel like I surprisingly have a lot to say about spicy Andrew???? I guess I need to do something about that @w@

Spice is under the cut!

Andrew Kreiss

SFW

-Andrew is a slow burn guy in all manner of relationships, but especially so where romance is involved. He just really can’t fathom someone finding enough positive qualities to warrant dating him. So if you pick this guy, you’re in for a long and bumpy road.

-He needs more reassurance than most. Even if you’ve chosen him now, he’s acutely aware that people can change their minds and leave at the drop of a hat, so he gets gruff and snappy if you spend too much time alone with or seem too happy in the company of someone else. If you don’t soothe the concerns early enough, he’ll start to pull away and avoid you.

-He doesn’t mind teasing as much as it seems. Andrew has a tendency to scoff or click his tongue or curse whenever someone pokes fun at him, but these are just gut-reactions he’s always leaned on and they don’t necessarily mean he’s upset. It’s when he goes quiet that you know he’s about to blow. He’s used to taking insults and defending himself, but there’s always an initial pause where Andrew processes through shock, to hurt, and then to anger.

-His embarrassed face is perfect. When Andrew blushes, his whole face and neck turn, ears included. And knowing he’s embarrassed makes him even more embarrassed, which just makes the whole ordeal last even longer. He tries to hide the redness behind his hair, but it doesn’t help much.

-If you’re shorter than him (which isn’t difficult to be) he enjoys resting his head on top of yours.

-If you’re a love-biter, expect him to reciprocate…even though he doesn’t understand it. It’s just a thing, he guesses?

NS/FW

-He has absolutely zero experience with sex. He’s never even really touched himself before—anytime he so much as thought about it, he was overcome with disgust. Everyone always said he was disgusting, that they couldn’t stand to look at him, and he’d seen what the church would do to “sinners.” He really couldn’t stand the thought of making his lot even worse.

-He’s a switch. Kind of? Andrew doesn’t really know what a switch is, and honestly doesn’t really care. Whatever role he fills just depends on the mood. His libido is also on the low side from years of being ignored, but just in the sense that he won’t initiate much. He’s usually fine to go anytime you want to as long as he gets some foreplay.

-Surprisingly very blunt once he’s been intimate with you once or twice. His potty mouth lends itself nicely to certain kinds of dirty talk since he’s not concerned about saying things other people usually have some shame over. Lines like “Oh, you want to fuck, is that it?” and “I need to finish this first, go wait in my room. And you’d better be patient.” are not uncommon from Andrew.

-He’s antsy about trying new things. He doesn’t like not knowing what to expect, and he’s always going to have to fight those earlier insecurities whenever the routine is changed. So any time you want to try something new, it’s best to have an in-depth sit down beforehand so he can be mentally prepared. You will also have to introduce things one at a time. Laying out all your desires and kinks at once will read to Andrew as expectations rather than options and cause him to pull away.

-He would NOT be comfortable with anything that hurts you and leaves evidence behind. Things like spanking and hair pulling would be fine with time, but there cannot be any blood or significant bruising, otherwise he starts to panic because only a monster does that to their lover, right? He would also hate being tied up. Now, if you want to be tied up….

-You’d really have to push to get him to admit it out loud, but he’s weak for being worshiped. Lust is a thick fog that even his insecurities can’t pierce, so amidst the throes of passion is really the best time to lay all your compliments on him. He’ll be aware enough to hear them, take them in, but not to try and rebuff them. After sessions involving a lot of compliments, he’ll be very quiet and blushy as he processes all the nice things you said.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #identity v #turbulentscrawl #spicy content #andrew kreiss x reader #idv gravekeeper

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slytherinlesbians · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023, Day 31: Emptiness

“Roman,” Gerri raps on the door to his hotel room sharply. “What the fuck are you doing? Stop jerking off and get out here. We’re going to be late.”

“Just- just- give me a fuckin’ minute, okay?” he yells to make himself heard from the bathroom. His skin is buzzing frantically. “Just - just one minute!”

He rolls up his sleeves and kneels down beside the toilet. The problem with being at conferences, he’s found, is that if he doesn’t eat with everyone else, he seems rude. Or so his Dad said, the last time he didn’t eat at a lunch meeting. So this time, he braved it, stomached it - probably ate it a little too quickly, in fact, because once he started he found himself enjoying it. As soon as he’d taken his last bite, however, he immediately felt disgusted with himself. He’d sat there, leg bouncing up and down under the table, desperate to get away, counting down the seconds until he could fix his mistake.

He’d run into one problem that he hadn’t anticipated: He and Gerri were representatives at a different meeting straight afterward. He’d planned to duck back to his room as quickly as possible, but she’d walked with him, shrugging that it was on the way.

“Not that I don’t love that you’re obsessed with me Ger,” he’d said, trying to swallow his nervousness, “but you could just go on without me.”

“I’m going that way anyway,” she raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he’d lied hastily. Once they’d arrived at his room, he said “stay here. I’ll just be a minute,” and left her out in the corridor.

He’s got to be quick, or she’ll get suspicious. He takes a deep, shaking breath, and shoves his fingers down his throat. Usually he’d be a little more careful - take appropriate steps, etc - but he really just doesn’t have time. He gags violently and begins to retch. The bile comes up and burns his throat, making his eyes sting. After he’s done, he stands up, wipes the back of his mouth with his hand, and breathes a sigh of relief as he flushes the toilet and makes his way to the vanity to wash his hands. He feels better now. He’s breathing normally and feels empty again, thank God. He wants to brush his teeth but he really doesn’t have time, so he throws a couple of mints into his mouth, swirls them around his mouth and swallows. He checks himself out in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. He hates the way he looks, hates staring back at himself, but he’s pretty sure that he looks like his normal self, not guilty or different. He breathes deep again and checks his phone as he walks out of the bathroom. They’ll be there in plenty of time. He clicks off his phone screen as he opens the door and -

She’s got an eyebrow raised, this look on her face which makes his heart drop into the pits of his stomach.

“Were you just throwing up?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He forces out a laugh. “I think your old age is really starting to get to you. You’re hearing things now? You should probably get your ears checked.” He tries to make his way down the corridor, but she stops him, hand on his shoulder. He freezes under her touch.

“Bullshit,” she says. “My hearing is perfectly fine. Are you sick?”

“Fine,” he acts like he’s conceding. “I just - yeah - I ate too much at lunch, you know how it is. But I feel plenty better now, no need to fret, mother hen.”

“You barely ate at lunch.”

Really? It felt like he ate a seven course meal. But now that he thinks about it - there was really only a little salad on his plate, and some bread - jesus. Fuck.

“Uh, whatever you say, Ger,” he says, trying to smirk at her like she’s losing her mind. Gerri is far too sure of herself though, a quality of her’s he’s always admired.

“I’m not in a fucking retirement home, Roman,” she snaps. “I know what I heard. What’s wrong with you?”

He recognises the underlying concern lacing her voice, and on any other occasion he’d be jumping for joy, thinking, I’ve got you now! I clocked you! You do like me! But this is just… Roman wants to give all of himself to Gerri. He’d do anything for her. What started as morbid infatuation has turned into full blown, head over heels love. He wants to give all of himself to her, but not this. Not this.

“Not now,” he says, hearing the pleading in his voice, knowing he sounds pathetic but unable to bring himself to care. He looks anywhere but her, eyes darting nervously around the hallway as if one of his siblings or his dad is going to jump out and say GOTCHA. “Please, just… not now. We need to get to the meeting.”

There’s a long, uncomfortable silence, and Roman is aware of every inch of himself, from his sore ankles from standing all day at the shareholder’s meeting to the hairs on the back of his neck that are prickling.

“Fine,” Gerri says after a moment, her voice low. Roman finally flicks his gaze back to her, and she’s scanning him with an unreadable expression. “Later, though.”

“Later,” he lies, crossing his fingers behind his back. “Sure.”

#whumptober2023 #no.31 #emptiness #succession #fanfiction #eating disorder tw #vomiting tw #roman roy #gerri kellman #romangerri

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aestheticsuwu · 2 years

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🌄🥃Wanted (Dead or Alive)🥃 🌄

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Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Western au

(Ps: Maverick is not underage, he just got a baby face.)

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Peering down at the small man pushed to his knees, a groan slipping out of his lips from the harsh impact of the dry ground. Slider shrugged when Ice threw him a look. The man or should he say boy—He looks young and doe-eyed—,looks up through his eyelashes and does a terrible job trying to hide his flinch when he sees Ice staring back at him .

Ice inspected him, Top to bottom, from the fresh purple bruise sporting by his eye socket , looking more darker and swollen, the dirty and torn clothes sheen with sweat from the boiling suffocating weather, to the metal collar chained to his pretty neck that rested heavily on his shoulder .

Ice took a guess that they hadn’t taken it off him by the blooming bruises that were appearing beautifully on his collarbone that his ripped shirt allowed to see.

Too important to be locked with other criminals but not enough to keep his dignity having the boy chained like an animal.

“I wouldn’t be asking, but Carole is due pretty soon and Nick will kill me before I can blink if I brought this outlaw to our home.”Slider squints to block out the sun.

“Weren’t the plans for them to move in here when she delivered?” Ice says dryly. Slider shuffles awkwardly as if stunned with the information. Ice refrains himself from laughing, Slider probably forgot.

Ice place is much bigger than the tiny cot that the three lived in , much more smaller now that a baby’s arrival was merely few weeks away. Iceman didn’t like to share his space or be around with people. He enjoys his solitude , the quietness and not having to deal with pesty neighbors .

Tom was no people person or people pleaser and he has let it known. But he found himself fond over the little chick ever since he felt the babe move underneath his palms when Carole had proudly showed her belly. It was the first kick and Ice secretly carry that information proudly.

“Still is, unless you changed your mind ?” Slider grins as he wipes away the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. It was an old thing, discolored and worn,(it used to be a deep dark green before it was thinned with use), But the man refused to throw it away since it was a gift from Carole.

He had a pocket knife to match, gifted by Goose.

The people in the town loves to gossip and murmur their unimportant opinions of their relationship. It was unheard of. Two men and a woman together was scandalous and shameful like two men being together.

It only worsen when Carole had gotten with child. A man had dared to open his disgusting mouth to sneer his insignificant and distasteful words to Carole.

Slider and Goose wondered angrily were that man had gone , as if vanished in thin air, wanting to desperately to give him what he deserved.

Iceman just sat there quietly, hiding his wrapped knuckles and sharing a look with Carole who smiled in gratitude.

Till this day, that man was not seen again.

“Besides by that time you’d already have this boy trained and domesticated.” Slider kicks the man back sending him forward, The outlaw hands shoots out to prevent himself from falling quickly before he eats a mouthful of dirt.

He’s weak . Slider had merely use any strength . Tom briefly wonders if he has eaten or drank any water.

“Touch me again I will break your wrist.” The boy snarled but Slider just laughs at the pathetic threat. He bowed his head, in shame or to block the sun that felt it’s job to melt brains— Iceman didn’t know for sure. Ice took two big steps to take a closer look.

Maverick felt a shadow cast over him, And does the mistake of looking up , coming to face the mans groin. His eyes were ready to fall out with how wide his eyes were.

Iceman knew. A voice in the back of his head is saying -shouting- to say no and get back in his house and leave Slider and the outlaw on his knees( a place where he looked he belonged). But he does the mistake of looking into the wide green eyes peering up at him.

“Leave before I change my mind”, Iceman scoffs when Slider promises to do anything to repay him for this favor. If Ice had a list of favors that Slider owes him ; it would be endless.

He watches the tall man retreat leaving him with the kid. He felt sweat pool behind his neck from the unforgiving heat, Maverick; Ice distinctly remembers when he turned him in with Stinger.

Where the kid should’ve stayed. Not with Ice.

Later he will convince himself that he is doing this for Slider, his only friend, that behind his reckless attitude Ron was a man of a big heart and when it came to his family he would protect them with his life, For the unborn baby that need his mother to be calm and safe and Goose not dying of nerves by having an unwanted guess trespassing his home when it should be safe.

And not because the small man fluttered his stupid pretty eyes.

Tom is Iceman, Ice cold and no mistakes.

“Get up unless you plan to do something other than stare .”Ice click his tongue , and reached out to the man. One hand gripping his chin and tilting it up just enough so their eyes can make contact.

Those green eyes turned into slits , his mouth twisted in anger , Maverick wince when his voice cracked, ”I’d rather cut my tongue off.”

It brings out a chuckle out from Iceman.

“Don’t worry little one, bratty outlaws are far from my taste . Let’s see how good of a slave you are .” Ice drops his hand and takes a step back. He smirks when Maverick throws him a glare, the kid is threatening as a kitten.

Ice watches the boy struggle to stand on his two feet like a newborn deer. His patience running thin , tensing his jaw , at how slow Maverick was moving. Another thirty seconds go by and he’s ready to throw the man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Seeing enough, he hauls the Maverick up by the arms with a soft but firm grip. Green eyes flicker , the boy tried to hide it but Ice can see how scared he was.

“I’m not a housewife, but I will make your life a living hell if you don’t let me go“ He did a pathetic attempt of threatening Iceman. The last part came out weak , Maverick swayed on his feet but remain looking up at him with those green shiny eyes trying to look menacing even when he was the one resting all his weight on Ice and practically rested his chin on his chest looking so small.

Ice feels the dull ache begining to creep up in the back of his skull , annoying him and threatning to lose his last silver of sanity. He clenched his teeth so hard he felt like any more tighter they could break. Ice should’ve made Slider drag this man in the house or let him figure out what to do with him, if the man can handle two energetic lovers he can deal what to do with this bratty small man.

But something about Slider holding Maverick like he is right now doesn’t sit right, his gut turns at the thought and his blood boils. He pulls maverick away, ignoring the latter confuse noise , just enough to put his arm at the back of the man legs to carry him in a bridal hold.

“What are you doing?!,” Maverick squeals. He stays silent. And begins his way to to the door.

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#icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #ron slider kerner #nick goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw #baby bradley #bradley bradshaw #western au #tom kazansky #pete mitchell #goose x carole #goose x carole x slider #bounty hunter #outlaw au

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stardew-atlantis · 1 year

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Comfort - (Harvey/F!Farmer Oneshot)

(Art by @jellyaris ^_^) (Click for better quality)

I'm back with another fluffy oneshot! Last time the art was based on the fic but this time the fic was based on the art!

Summary: Harvey needs some comfort after a long day.

Word Count: 790

Warnings: improper soup practices, lmk

Now on Ao3!

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"Hi honey," Harvey said, as he stepped into the bedroom after a frustratingly tedious day at the clinic.

SJ was sitting on top of the covers, typing away into her laptop. She looked up and smiled the moment she saw him. "Hey. How was your day?" she asked.

Harvey tried his best not to roll his eyes, instead offering a disgruntled sigh, preparing to tell her that he didn't exactly have the best day, and he did not want to talk about it.

"Uh oh." she teased. "That great, huh?" she said, sarcastically.

"Am I really that obvious?" he asked.

"Afraid so." SJ smirked, waving him over. "C'mere."

Harvey crossed the room to SJ's side of the bed as she slid her laptop forward to make room. When she rose to her knees, now at eye-level with him, he slipped his hands around her back, holding her close as she rested her hands on his chest.

SJ leaned in for a quick kiss, before asking, "You wanna talk about it?"

Maybe it was the slight concern in her expression, or maybe it was just because he was frustrated after stewing in his own thoughts for the majority of his walk home, but Harvey found that he actually did want to talk about it.

"Today's just been a nightmare." he began. "I told Lewis not to let Gus pack up the potluck soup, but he wouldn't listen to me."

At the Luau the day before, Harvey tried his best to warn the mayor that the scorching summer heat wouldn't be enough to keep the soup fresh all day long. At the end of the festival, Lewis suggested packing up the leftovers to serve at the saloon the next day. When Harvey pointed out that the meat in the soup could likely make people sick from how long it had been sitting out in the sun, he was met with condescending laughter.

"Eight walk-ins, three scheduled follow-up appointments and at least four cases of food poisoning, that I know of." he continued.

SJ reached for the knot of his tie, loosening it as he talked.

"I swear, the next time- what are you doing?" he asked, realizing she had untied it, and gently tugged at one side to remove it completely.

"Go on," she prompted, carefully unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. "I'm listening."

"I... okay. Where was I?" he asked, trying to get back to his original train of thought.

"Next time?" she reminded him.

"Right. Next time Lewis tries to undermine me like that again, I swear I'll have that soup marked as a health-code violation."

"You should. It's disgusting." SJ added, sitting back down, leaning against her propped up pillow. "Come, sit." she said, patting the space on the bed beside her.

The moment she suggested it, Harvey suddenly felt the exhaustion catching up with him, the ache in his legs and back reminding him that he hadn't sat down in hours.

Nodding, he circled the bed to sit down on his side. "I just don't know why he constantly feels the need to prove how paranoid he thinks I am."

SJ reached out for the green blanket at the edge of their bed, draping it over his legs.

"I'm not being overly cautious. He's just lucky it wasn't something contagious like salmonella."

SJ crawled over to sit behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to lay down. He paused his ranting for a moment, slightly confused.

"Comfy?" she asked.

"Well, yes." Harvey had gone from feeling tense and frustrated about work, to being cradled against his farmer's chest, tucked in between her legs. Already, he could feel his stress melting away. "This... this is very nice."

"Good. I'm glad."

When SJ reached up to gently card her fingers through his hair, draping her other arm across his chest, Harvey didn't even need to ask if he could keep talking about his day. He knew she wouldn't mind.

Harvey sighed. "Do you think I'm too paranoid?"

He felt the rumble of laughter in her chest. "In general, yes, but not about this. It's not worth getting everyone sick just for the sake of saving some old soup."

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, before tamping down his quickly returning anger. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you with this."

SJ carefully turned his head to look at her, gracing him with a soft smile. "Do I look bothered right now?"

"Not at all... What was that thing you said to me? Today's just been a string of bad stuff, but at least I have you?" he said, with a crooked smile.

SJ smiled brighter in reply, pressing her lips to his forehead. "You always have me."

#sdv #stardew art #stardew writing #sdv harvey #sdv farmer #farmer sj #introducing my new discord pfp #I love it SO MUCH ;_;

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pomegranate-pen · 2 years

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Stranded. Chapter.4 Friends

It’s been a few days since the whole volcano fiasco. You decided that it would be best to take a break for a while and try to get to know the island better instead. That being said, you absolutely did none of that.

Instead, you resulted in sleeping for the longest hours of the day. At first it was out of exhaustion but now, it’s purely due to your own boredom and concern. You didn’t even know where to begin with. The village? You’d get lost on your way. The beach? Nothing interesting there. The forest? Too dangerous, supplies would be needed.

A tour to the village would be nice and insanely helpful. But you didn’t want to bother the others again. Giving them request after request was even making you feel tired.

Since you’ve been staying here for some time, you decided to help Amy out with chores, in which she continuously rejected your help. You didn’t really know why she refused, but hoped it was anything but her thinking you were useless. She wasn’t one for talking, either. Whenever you did speak to her, she was rather formal with it. As if she was a staff working in a hotel. Conversations never revolved around her. And if they did, she’d quickly skip them and bring up something entirely different. There was this one time you asked what her hobbies were, and she countered back with what are yours. After you finished speaking, she left it at that. No answers from her and many answers from you. You didn’t understand it, did she hate you? That question always bugged you.

Sitting down on the pink comfy couch, you starred at the mindless TV program and didn’t move an inch. Too lazily entranced by it to do anything. A sudden click of a door made you turn your head around. You saw Amy, who puts a purse on her shoulders and clutches its strap. A tilted head and a rose brow later, you let your curiosity take the best of you, again. “Where are you gonna go?” it wasn’t uncommon for Amy to leave from time to time. She frequently visits her friends or defeats villains, which meant a continuous schedule of leaving the house at least two times each day. You were really surprised by how busy she was. Heck, even though this daily job of hers is already taking up most of her time, she still has the energy to put on classes for others every weekend! Sometimes it was some therapeutic class and other times it was something related to artistic hobbies. Goodness, she has so much to do all the time…you wondered if you could ever handle such a lifestyle. Probably not.

“I think you mean,” she smirks and hands you a paper. Looking at it, you felt shocked by seeing the hand-drawn map of the town. “Where are we going.” She grins.

It seems like Amy has already read your mind from the start. Offering a tour of the whole village and a meal at a restaurant called Meh Burger, as amusing as that name was. “The quality of the food there is just meh.” She shrugged, not noticing your chuckle at her words. ‘At least they’re honest’ you thought. Rolling her eyes, she suddenly sighed. “The customer service is horrible though.” She turned left as you followed. The path to the village was surprisingly not that hard to find. There were signs every thirty steps or more telling you which way to go next. The only thing you had to do is look around the beach for a while until you notice the first sign. You absolute clown, you could’ve easily done this by your own. You felt the urge to face-palm, but decided to merely scoff at your own behavior. After a few chit chats of the places she’d show you, you finally reached the village.

Eyes, eyes were all on you. And they all looked either shocked or horrified. One of them, a white and brown cat, looked at you with downright disgust and judgement. When you first came here, you thought they were the aliens. But it’s clear now who truly is odd one out here. They probably considered you some weird fever dream. One that they’ll forget quickly and will never see again. But no, it seemed like you’d be a part of the Island as well too. The cat and an old mouse seemed uneasy at that thought. The cat wanted to walk up to you, but was stopped by the furious glare of Amy and a weak grip from the grandmother on his shoulder. He grumbled and stayed put.

You felt frozen in place, too overwhelmed by the awkward silence to take one more step. But if you wanted to stay here, than you just have to accept this sort of reaction from now on. You’d choose this over the whole Louis thing any day. Taking a deep breath, you eased up your tense shoulders and pointed at the library. “Let’s go there first.”

The Library was a decent size for one in a small village. Not too big and not too small. A big sign was on top of its door, a drawing of an opened book with the library’s name on it. It felt like a video game of sorts, where you look around the place and can easily guess what is what by their signs. Book equals library, flowers meant a flower shop and an animal on it meant pet shop. Although, you’ve only seen the library for now. You wondered what other shops the village had. ‘Please have a pet shop or animal clinic.’ You prayed.

Going inside, your eyes meet the common rows of books that is expected in any library. “Why did you choose the library?” Amy asked. “Are you a bookworm?” You took a moment to reply, silently browsing the books in the fantasy section. Eyes finding a book with an awful resemblance of one you haven’t seen in ages. “Not really.” you mumbled. “I did like reading fantasy books, but I stopped at some point.” You shrugged. Amy grabbed a book merely few shelves away from the one your eyes were glued on. She hummed in acknowledgement as she read the summary. Opening the book and flipping through a few pages while continuing the conversation. “why’s that?”

You went silent. Hand slowly reaching the book and giving it a single touch. Yet your mind was already filled with memories.

The glee you felt was infinite. It didn’t seem to cease one bit. It only overflowed from your heart and made you squeal in joy. Little eleven year old fingers flipped through the pages. Stopping at any part that had an art work featured in it. The main character, a girl names Cecilia, was your favorite character at that time. A passionate adventurer who decides to cross the seas and find mermaids to ask them a question. In the end of the whole book series, she not only found out they exist, but she also found love with one of their kind and realized she was a half-mermaid as well. She was who you wanted to be in life. Who you yearned to be. Passionate, kind hearted and a love for adventure.it still saddens you to remember how it got ripped to shreds that same night.

You inspect the book in hand. The premise was like the Cecilia one, but this time on space and the main character was an anthropomorphic wolf. With a hum, you shut the book and put it back in the shelf.

Searching the rest of the library, you concluded that Tails was telling you the truth before. There really isn’t any information about humans around here, especially the library. All books were made by the town’s folks themselves and all history books were about something called ‘The Ancients’. Something that upon reading, you realized you have never heard about in the world outside the village either. The book was so heavy too…and upon reading a few pages only, you were shocked by all the impressive works they’ve done. And yet, you’ve never heard a thing about them from the human history books. Weird.

Amy was patiently waiting for you a few bookshelves away, silently waiting for you to finish up. There it is again, the invisible wall she created for you and herself. You wondered if she’d come around and ask you anything, maybe about what you’re reading or where you wanted to go next. Or even better, maybe she’d finally start talking about herself after weeks of silence. Damn, you really wanted to be friends with her. Grumbling away and putting back the history book in the shelf, you found yourself feeling quite hungry now. Curiously, you looked at the clock and realized it was already two pm. ‘we’ve been here for two hours?!’ ahh fuck. She’s been waiting over there for two hours?! Why hasn’t she said anything?! In a bit of a panic, you went up to her in a quick walk and apologized for the long stay, which she said it was fine and that there’s no need to be sorry. “You know, you could’ve told me it was getting late.” you both walked out the door. Amy shrugged and started leading you down another path. “Why would I? You’re my guest!” she smiled.

“But—“

“Here we are!” that fast? You looked around and noticed the place she was pointing too. Meh Burger, where everything tastes meh. Soon, attention from the conversation was now directed to the fast-food burger place. Seats were perched up right in front of the counter where a small line was formed for ordering. The ground looked awfully dusty with only one spot in the back end corner that seemed clean. Reading the sign in front of it all, you noticed the half drawn star that was drawn in the bored with other, albeit empty in color, four other stars.

“Don’t worry, me and the others always come here to eat! And look at us, we’re completely healthy and fit.” Her reassuring smile falters a bit. “….for now.”

Not really comforted by her words, you gave a half-hearted nod. “Amy! Y/n!” a familiar fox waved his hands excitedly at you two. The whole team was sitting together. You haven’t seen everyone for a while. Especially Sticks and Knuckles, which you haven’t interacted with at all after the first day here. They motioned for you to come over and sit down with them.

“It’s a bit surprising to see you here, Y/n.” Knuckles looked a bit shocked. Intrigued even. “Thought it’d take you more time to get used to everything.” Well, it’s already been weeks, almost a month at this point. “I’m not that scared of everything.” You joked. “I was just shocked, you know?”

“She’s right, Knucks.” Sonic suddenly spoke. “She’s actually way cooler than we thought.” He gave an amused smile. “I mean, come on, she threw a rock at Eggman right at the first day she saw him!” Sticks and Knuckles gave an impressed look and laughed at that. They started asking for all the details in what happened, curious to know how much of a fright did you give Eggman. You excitedly started explaining everything that happened on that fateful day.

Unbeknownst to you and the others, Amy kept giving Sonic a puzzled glare. Confused by his sudden, completely out of character action. Yet, she did feel quite happy about the shift in tone at the table. It felt warm and homey again, as if the group is slowly starting to accept your presence and this moment, is the first step to it.

When Sonic gets up to pay for the order this time, Amy gets up as well, giving the excuse of wanting to order for you and her while waiting with Sonic. “I can go order for you if you want.” Sonic says, which Amy shook her head at. “Nope, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something along the way.” Sonic suddenly gives a bored sigh. Eyebrows furrowing and a tired frown getting into his face. “Amy, if this is about that poetry club of yours—“Amy gave an angered groan at that and took him by the hand, forcing him to just come with him to the line rather than complaining all day.

The line was quite long this time. Probably because it was right at the time people would usually order here. Lunches at Meh Burger were always the busiest of times there, but also it’s the time where the food is at its best. There are no more leftovers from yesterday left at noon. They all go out at the morning, but are made fresh again at this time. As Amy were endless rows and rows behind from the cashier, it gave them plenty of time to talk.

“Why did you do it?” Amy asked, making Sonic give her a confused hum. “Do what?”

“Talk about her attack at Eggman. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice but…it isn’t what you’d usually do…you know?” the line moved a bit forward and so did them. “You always like taking the credit in battles. I mean you do mention us- but it’s always after you praise yourself and all so it’s just- it’s just so weird that you praised her immediately.” Sonic merely shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t know much about her.” He pointed out. “But I really wanted to make her feel like she’s welcome to be our friend, you know?” he suddenly gives a huff of confusion. “I’m actually surprised, I thought she’d warm up to us by now.”

Amy’s eyebrow rose in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well— you’re her friend, right?” Amy jolts in guilt at that. “I thought you’d invite her to go out weeks ago.”

“…”

Noticing the silence, Sonic suddenly turns around to her with a perplexed look. “Ames...you are friends with her...right?”

Amy looks at the ground with guilt, ignoring his shocked gaze. “Do you hate her?”

“What?!” her gaze immediately shifts to him at that. “Of course not!” she quickly brings that question to the ground and burns it with her firm tone. “I’m just…I’m…” she sighs and gulps down her pride. “…scared.”

“Scared?” he repeated. “Of what?”

“Of her not liking me.” Her gaze turned around the table they left. Knuckles seemed to be telling a story, a joke was brought up and they all laughed. Sonic stood there in silence, not wanting to interrupt her possible rant. “I’ve been giving her this formal host façade for way too long...after a week, it felt like I can’t be normal around her. I’m afraid of her judging me.”

“Ames, she wouldn’t judge you. come on, look!” he points to the table, as her gazes meets it again, she sees Sticks speaking passionately about something, probably about aliens or mind controlling robots in TVs while y/n was happily listening. “Does she really seem like the type?”

“No...But still!” the line moves forward again and so do they. “What if she doesn’t like who I am?! Won’t it get awkward in the house?!”

“I doubt that.” he starts preparing his money for the payment. “You’re barely in the house anyway, so she’ll just treat you like a roommate.” Sonic is only one person away for it becoming his turn and before it is, he turns around and looks at Amy seriously. “Give her a chance Amy. I’m sure you two will get along well.”

As he paid and left, Amy was left alone with the only employee in the whole restaurant. She distracted herself from her thoughts by ordering the regular she has and a normal meh burger and fries for you. As he brought the order, she stared at it unimpressed.

“This is the not so fishy sandwich.” She points to the burger with a fish, which by the way, has its head still on them with only two buns between it. “So?” the boy scoffs. She looks at him with thinned lips and a slightly disappointed glare. “It’s not what I ordered?” the fish starts to move. “And it’s still alive?!”

“Dave, please just give me what I ordered this time.” She sighed, her hands on her shoulders and her patience thinning. “I’m on my break.” The intern retorts and completely ignored her now. Getting away from the girl and back at the console and video game he placed at the kitchen a few months ago.

“Ugh!” Amy stomps her feet. She looks at the tray and huffs. Noticing that they’ve at least got your order right, she begrudgingly takes it. She comes back at the table with an angry sigh and places the tray down with a slight bit of too much force. Her anger didn’t go unnoticed by any of you. “What’s wrong, Amy?” you asked and take a glance at the tray. The fish starts moving its tail and you all gave a shocked gasp. She points at the fish. “This, alive and smelly fish is not my order. But the oh so great Dave the Intern,” she grumbles when getting to his name. “Said that he’s suddenly on a break and can’t change it!”

“Wow, so that’s what you meant by bad customer service.” The fish started moving again and you flinched. “Didn’t know it be this bad though…”

She sighs and took the not so fishy burger out of the tray, then proceeded to move the tray closer to you. “They got your order right though.” She mentioned, taking one fry out of the tray and taking a bite. “Try it.”

The burger didn’t look super fresh, but it didn’t look old either. Your guess was that it was cooked probably one or two hours ago. Taking the burger, you finally took a bite.

It was as meh as it can get. Nothing you’d spit out of disgust, but not something you’d eat everyday either. The meat was slightly too chewy, the tomatoes were way too soft and the bread was a bit too dry, making even the slightest bit of hard grip make it leave crumbs all over the place. “Do you like it?” Tails asked.

“It sure does live up to its name.” you put the burger down. “It’s edible and that’s good enough. But, I’d choose Amy’s cooking over this any day.” Amy smiles and thanks you. “Anyone’s cooking is better is better than here though.” She looks at the fish angrily. “Not even Sonic can make a fish burger this badly.”

“Hey! My cooking isn’t so bad!”

“You burned soup!”

“That was a onetime thing!”

Tails looked at him unimpressed. “You once mistook brown sugar for burnt sugar.”

“Oh come on! The cookies were still edible!”

Sticks crossed her arms. “You made a smoothie out of chili dogs.”

“That was for me only and by the way- that actually tasted incredible!”

“So you agree that the cookies were extremely bad, right?” Knuckles retorts. “That’s not— Ughhh.” Sonic gives up. Staying silently embarrassed as the whole group chuckles.

The whole group falls into different chats, leaving you and Amy in complete silence. You take the chance to continue the conversation. “I’m being honest though. You could seriously make a way better restaurant than what Meh Burger has.” You take a fry and dislike it’s hot on out and cold on inside texture. “Anything you make is ten times better than this.”

“Yeah…you’re right...” Amy thinks for a bit, deep in thought. Soon, she smiles and nods her head in approval. “Then it’s settled.” You were confused by her statement. “I’m making my very own restaurant!”

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The day passed by quickly, after food, you went and looked around the place in the village. You felt relieved by seeing a pet shop, but were confused on why there were no animal clinics around. If the people have pets, surely they’d need a vet.

Amy’s restaurant plan immediately started the very next day. Taking this as an opportunity to bond with her, since you were the one who suggested it after all, you went out and found an old abandoned restaurant from years ago. The mayor said it wasn’t used for the longest of times and could use a coat of fresh paint. “I have to say, it’s quite unfortunate.” he walked in the small building. “They just announced putting it up for rent yesterday. If they did that any sooner, I could’ve given it to you Miss L/n.”

“Why not just give it to her now?” Amy asked. “Well…we already started construction on the house and have already lost way too much money to just cancel the whole project, so…”

“It’s fine.” You reply, taking a few cleaning supplies from outside. “I’m just happy to have somewhere to live. Anyway, let’s get started on cleaning—“

“Ah ah ah!” Amy takes away the supplies from your hand. “You go rest. I’ll take care of this.” You frown a bit, getting a grip of the broom and making her listen. “Why? Do you…think I won’t be helpful?” you’ll admit, you were a bit stressed for the answer. You didn’t like feeling useless. You didn’t like feeling pathetic all over again. Amy has done much for you, you didn’t want her to think you’re a burden. You didn’t want to be a burden.

Amy was silent, scared on how to answer. She can’t let you see her in a bossy mood. Something she usually is while trying to work with others. Others found it annoying, what if you do to? She looks into your eyes, the worry seemed endless. The unspoken silence made you both frown and feel uncomfortable. For you, the answer was obvious. She did think you were useless.

“Well, this is awkward to watch.” Fink suddenly spoke. He clear his throat and puts the keys on the counter. He fixes up his coat a bit and starts walking away. “Just don’t forget to pay for it every once a month. Ehh” he gives you two an awkward stare, seeing how you both still looked sad and puzzled. “….yeah…bye.”

“I don’t think you’re useless.” Amy speaks through the silence. She’s looking anywhere but your gaze. “I just didn’t want to bother you. That’s all.” That’s half the truth, but she’s sure that’s enough to say. “It won’t be a bother for me.” Your tone was determined, reassuring. “I want to help you Amy. It was my idea after all.” She contemplates for a bit, but gives in and sighs. “Fine. You can help.”

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From cleaning the whole place in one day, from taste testing food for on the next, which was the best part of the whole thing, you started helping Amy much more than she anticipated. Amy decided that the restaurant will serve sandwiches in different varieties and a signature sauce, which was called the Amy sauce. It was a pink neon colored sauce and its taste had a balanced sweetness to it while having a ting of tomatoes in it. It looked more like liquid than sauce too. Drinks will also be served, going from the basic lemonade to a signature Amy special that was basically a pink lemonade with strawberries in it.

Next was the staff, you volunteered to help of course, but more staff was needed in order for it to be ‘better than Dave the Intern could ever imagine’ as Amy said. Thankfully, the gang had nothing better to do at all, so they agreed to help Amy with the restaurant and by tomorrow, everything will be ready for the opening of Chez Amy!

“You know,” right now, everything was quite peaceful. The village was nicely quiet and the sign that would be put outside was coming along nicely. You were doodling a sketch of Amy on the side with the pink and cream chalk while Sonic was going to write down Chez Amy and today- well actually tomorrow-‘s special with the white and yellow one. “Eggman’s been awfully quiet.” He starts on scribbling the words down slowly, as if making sure no mess ups happen. “Hasn’t he attacked two weeks ago?”

“Yeah, he did, but—“Sonic was in deep thought, and his posture looked confused and uncomfortable. “He always attacks every two days. That’s the limit. Two weeks gave already passed from his last attack…” he starts staring at a mountain. “....I wonder what he’s planning.”

“Maybe he’s just tired.” He scoffs at that. “Eggman? Tired of being evil?” he laughs a bunch, completely ignoring his task at this point. “Like that’ll ever happen.” You tilt your head in curiosity. “Does he like attacking that much?”

“I don’t really know.” Sonic shrugs. “But if I had to guess, I’d say it’s not the attacking he likes, but it’s the fighting instead.”

“The guy just really likes being evil.” Sonic finally goes back to his work. Writing the ‘M’ in the most appealing way possible. “At least he’s doing what he likes most.” You hummed and Sonic got curious. “Say, have you thought of any jobs yet?”

“I have one in mind,” one you went to a way too expensive school for. One you truly do love doing, but its number two in the list of things you wanted to be. The number one is obvious. “After Amy’s restaurant kicks off, I’ll leave and try to find some work in a pet shop.”

“You like animals?” you nodded at that. “I’m actually a vet.”

“Whoa, really?” Sonic was shocked. You didn’t really seem like the type to be a vet— actually, now that he thinks about it, he really barely knows a thing about you to guess anything. He didn’t expect you to throw a rock at Eggman, but you did. He didn’t expect you be a vet and possibly an animal lover, but you are. He found himself rather curious about you, the human girl who got stranded in an Island with only one human and a whole other species in it.

“What’s your favorite animal?” he asked and you excitedly answered. “What are yours?” you asked back. With a grin, he gives a cheeky answer. “Hedgehogs.” You giggled, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder. “Do you like chili dogs?”

Thinking a bit, you gave a surprised hum. “Actually, I don’t think I ever had one.” All movements of his fingers stopped, his eyes went wide, horrified by the unreal news. ”you. Never. Had. A. CHILI DOG?!”

“Uh…nope.”

“Seriously?!” he gasped. “Not even once?!”

“Not even once.”

“Your life must be miserable!” he stresses out. “No no no- not friend of mine is gonna be left out from this masterpiece experience.” He suddenly gets up and dust offs his gloves. “Let’s take a break and—“

“SONIC T.HEDDGEHOG,” all hell seemed break loose. You both flinched from the sudden scream and looked back at its source, an angry pink hedgehog just a few thirty feet away with the yellow fox, holding millions of grocery bags in hand.” YOU BETTER NOT DITCH YOUR JOB!” Amy screamed. “YOU PROMISED TO DO ALL THE TASKS I GAVE YOU BY 10 O CLOCK! AND YOU’RE STILL ON THE FIRST TASK!”

Sonic gives a scared laugh and looks at you sheepishly. “Heh…guess it just has to wait.”

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“Alright everyone, present your spatulas!” standing in a line, you all do as your pink hedgehog boss tells you. She walks down to each and every one of you, all were wearing hats with Chez Amy’s logo on it, all except Sonic, who said it’d ruin his street cred and pride.

“Sticks, that’s not a spatula and you know it.” Sticks sighs and begrudgingly puts the boomerang away and takes out her spatula. “We’re going to show the customers something that they always wanted! Good customer service and a welcoming environment! And our motto is…” she comes to a halt in her walk and thinks for a bit. Suddenly, she turns around to the crowds of people who were merely a few feet away, walking down to meh burger without a care. “At least we know what you ordered!”

“Come on in to Chez Amy for a brand new and better experience!” she shouts. People’s head turns around in an instant and they all look at the place in awe. Within a blink, a tsunami of crowds go through the door and you’re all left a bit flabbergasted by the sudden wave. “Come on! Let’s get there orders quickly!”

“You heard the boss, let’s go!” Sonic zooms in as quickly as a light. You all soon followed and worked to bring the best experience or at least, a better experience than the horrible one Meh Burger was giving. A few hours in and work was already going extremely well. Everyone was leaving satisfied and new customers coming in more excited than the last. Sonic was writing down the orders, you were cleaning the tables and washing the dishes while Sticks and Knuckles serve the food and Tails and Amy serve the drinks.

The atmosphere was fun, everyone seemed to get accustomed to your presence and everyone seemed to enjoy the food, and especially the signature Amy sauce and drinks. With more hours passed by, the more you noticed how Amy was bossy to the others but very stiff with you. As if she was trying to stop herself from being that way around you. It gets more awkward with every passing minute and at this point, everyone is noticing it. “Hey, Sonic,” you tapped the blue blur’s shoulder, grabbing his attention as he slides another paper filled with orders to the kitchen. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He shrugs. Not really paying attention to the conversation as he takes the mop and starts cleaning the ground quickly in super speed. You looked down the ground in sadness and worry. Giving a glance to Amy, you see her being bossy around the others and Tails gave a remark. One that made her grumble and roll her eyes and give him a playful punch on the shoulder. She seemed happy, she seemed comfortable. “Am I…a bother to Amy?” the mop almost fell from his hands. “What—“his attention finally shifts to you. “What makes you say that?”

“Well— she just acts so different around me!” you take the mop from him and start cleaning up the dirty spots instead… “And she seems so comfortable around you guys! And it’s not like ‘oh it’s just normal unfamiliarity vibes’ it’s more like—” With every word you were saying, your pace seemed to quicken ” ‘ there’s a gigantic invisible wall she created between us for weeks now and its getting bigger and bigger while showing more concerning cracks and I don’t know what to do anymore I want to be her friend but if she doesn’t want me being her friend than that’s okay but I wish she would just tell me because I’m so confused now and she’s being weird when I wanna help her but she doesn’t want me helping but I really don’t know why and it’s making everything awkward now and—“

“okayyy slow down!” he takes the mop away from you. The poor thing was dry from all the soaked up water it had. Sonic uses his super speed and brings up a ‘wet floor’ sign on the spot you cleaned and puts the mop away. “First of all,” he sits you down on one of the empty chairs. “Amy doesn’t hate you. If she did, she wouldn’t have been that okay with you helping. She’s not uncomfortable with you being around either she’ just….yeah she’s uncomfortable.” Your eye widened, worry and guilt take over you. Sonic soon puts a comforting hand in your shoulder. “But not in the way you think!” you looked at him with a rose brow. “She isn’t uncomfortable because she doesn’t want to be friends with you…she’s uncomfortable because she wants you to think she’s the best and be friends with her at the same time.”

“She doesn’t want you to see her flaws.” He concludes and gives a comforting oat on your shoulder.

“Sonic! I need more Amy sauce at table six!”

“On it!” Sonic stands up and gives you a nod before leaving you alone. The info dump was not something you expected. But it wasn’t unwelcomed either. Although your mind was at ease on finally knowing what’s going on, you still felt a bit sad about it all. How the hell were you going to get through to her? You’ve been trying to show her you can be her friend and help her out for weeks now. She just doesn’t seem to budge.

“Tails! Take out the trash.” Amy shouts while giving a table their order. “kinda busy right now!” the fox shouts back, eyes focused on the broken blender. “But everyone else is busy too!” she panics a bit. “If we don’t take the trash out now the smell is going to be all over the place and—“

“I’ll do it.” You didn’t even wait for her to agree, you swiftly took the bags and them up, holding the heavy garbage and walking your way through the backdoor exits in the kitchen. “W-wait but—“

“No buts Amy!” you give her a smile. “I’m a part of the staff too. I gotta help out.”

Walking down the path to the nearest garbage bin has never been this adventurous.

While on your way back to the place, you heard a whimper. Quickly turning around to its direction, you notice a dog in pain. It’s owner, which was a grey bunny with a few small spots of white fur around her body, one noticeably on her eye as well, looked at the poor dog in worry. She seemed to be inspecting his eyes, you soon noticed her gasp.

“Oh my god! It’s all swelled up!” the dog whimpers a bit again and looks away. Its eyes kept blinking and squinting, making tears come down from the swollen eye. With a quick, determined feeling rushing through you, you walk down to the two and start to speak. “Hey there,” the bunny seemed shocked by your presence. “I’m a vet, I can help!” you looked down at the dog, then glanced at the bunny again. “May I?”

She was still shocked by your last statement. As if the world around her shifted. Finally noticing your patiently waiting figure, she nods her head excitedly. “Y-yes of course! Go on!” Looking at the dog, you could immediately notice the problem. The Chow Chow’s left eye was all red and swollen. Humming a bit, you looked at the owner again. “I don’t have a place so I can examine him… nor do I know if this place has any medicine’s for animals…is he allergic to anything?”

“No, not really. Not that I’ve seen at least.” You looked at the poor dog in sympathy. You really need to start working here soon. “Alright, I suggest going to your usual vet then, I don’t have much information about cutie over here to give anything to him. I can only give some homemade remedies that might help.”

“Please do!” the girl begged. “You’re the first vet I met in ages! The village hasn’t had one for the longest of times!” what??? Huh??? Did you hear that right?? Well, that’s…interesting. Ignoring your shocked thoughts, you nod once again and tell her all the remedies she could try at home. You told her to go home immediately, the cute Chow Chow needed to be treated quickly. And if those remedies didn’t work after a day, she’ll come to you immediately and you’ll both find a place where you can do an actual examination on him.

Going back, you suddenly heard a loud gramophone voice only a few steps away from you, looking around, you noticed that it’s from none other than Meh Burger. “Step right up to experience the all new drive through feature in Meh Burger.”

Merely a few seconds after that and crowds from Chez Amy and other shops around you sprint to the place. Amy came out of the restaurant with a mad grumble and a messy hair and hat, which was probably because of the quick uncaring sprints from everyone second prior. “NONE OF YOU HAVE CARS!!!” she screamed, but everyone ignored.

“It’s okay Amy,” Tails tried to comfort. “It’s just a stupid gimmick. People will get over it quickly.” Amy took a deep breath and fixed herself up. “You’re right Tails,” she smiled. “People will get over it soon when I show them my stupid gimmick!”

Tails gave a slight panicked expression. “That’s not what I meant! “All fell on deaf ears as Amy walked to the rivaling restaurant.

“Hey everyone!” all attention shifted from Dave to Amy. “I am announcing that from here on out, every customer will have an exclusive Chez Amy…err—“she looks around the ground and picks up a rock. “Magic fun lump!” The crown goes wild and sprints right into the restaurant again.

‘Magic Fun Lump’ or what it is usually known for, a rock, has been something you started to really fucking hate. Rocks should never be given as a gift, especially to children. Children especially at the age of six to eleven, are the cruelest little gremlins on earth and their mischief was bright as ever today.

Rocks, actual goddamn hard rocks were being thrown at all of you. No child was giving mercy and no parent was stopping them! Worst part was, Amy wasn’t stopping it either. She was too caught up trying to make the customers stay to notice any of the problems. She was becoming way bossier to the others too. And this time, it definitely wasn’t just because it was her personality. Things were seriously going out of hand with the amount of daily customers, the amount of rocks being thrown and the constant stress Amy was giving everyone was putting them on edge.

Cleaning up the windows, you noticed the infamous Dave the Intern starting up some sort of big toy gun. The shape reminded you of one Jacob used to have, but this time ten times bigger. The giant gun had a burger logo attached to the gun, which made you all the more curious on how it worked. Soon, Dave pulls the trigger and aims at one of the villagers close by. A burger fell right in their opened mouth. “What the fuck?” you gasped. He could’ve don’t literally anything else, but choose the most insane option instead. Shocking part of it all, was how much people genuinely enjoyed it. They all sprinted to the boy and starting asking for a shot of burger in their mouth as well. Soon, someone came in Chez Amy and announced the exciting news and everyone got up from their seats and left.

Amy was silent, too silent. She soon started stomping down to the kitchen with infinite mumbles about revenge. You wanted to go comfort her, but Sticks hand on your shoulder and shook on her head told you everything. It’s best to let her get it all out of her system.

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Oh man, you really should’ve interfered.

You all stared at the blackboard in front of you in pure silence. Horrified, concerned, silence. Amy started explaining every little detail in her plan. Something about a full on tactic to get the customer’s food right into their stomach, which made absolutely no sense at all. Sonic was the first to try and stop her. “Ames, this is getting way out of hand.” He crosses his arms. “You’ve lost complete sight on why you were doing this in the first place.

Amy turned around quickly and brought in the most unhinged tone you’ve heard from her. “I’m doing this because ruin Dave the Intern’s career.” She grits her teeth.” To show him what the customers wants from a restaurant! You don’t have to know what they want, oh no no no. you have to know what the need and I do! Decent food, a clean place AND A WARM. HAPPY. WELCOMING SMILE!”

“…”

“This is nuts.” Sticks breaks the silence. Sonic motions to her and gives a look of agreement. Soon, everyone leaves the place and you were left with a silently angry Amy.

Sticks is right, this has gone out of hand. But you couldn’t help but feel bad for Amy. Were her goals now way out of hand? Yes, absolutely. But can you leave? Nope. Not at all. You’d feel horrible. After everything Amy has done for you, why would you leave? And anyway, you wanted to become her friend, so maybe gently telling her to please stop this and get some rest would help.

“Hey Amy…” you gently give her a tap on the shoulder. She ignored your voice and started planning away on the board. “I think you should take some rest...you know…this is getting way out of hand.” Amy stood silent for a few moments. “So you agree with them?” you tilt your head at that. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think I’m annoying?” she grips her ruler tightly. “Do you think I’m not doing what’s right? Do you think my idea for a general good will intended want of just believing that the customer deserve respect and good food is bad? That it’s stupid?!”

“What?! No! Of course not! I just—“

“goddamnit Y/n!” you flinched at that tone. Your blood freezing as the familiar words echoed through your brain. “Why can’t you just let me be the best host I can be for you?! a proper lady needs to let her host have fun, relax as much as they can and not interfere with personal matters and you’re making that so hard to do!” she shrieks. Her head stressing out from all the pressure. “Why do you have to be so useless in this?! Just be a guest! Act happy and don’t interfere!”

An uncomfortable silence took over the room. You felt an uncomfortable déjà vu from the whole thing. You felt bad, you felt hurt. You looked at her with a guilty frown. “I’m sorry. I really am.” Amy’s expression faltered. “I just…” you shook your head and gave a sad scoff. “ I don’t know anymore.” Your eyes seemed dazed, in memory land. Before Amy could utter another word, you gave a shaky smile. “I’ll leave now…I won’t be in your way again. I promise.” You slowly grabbed your hat and put it down on one of the tables. With a sigh, you left the place and Amy to her plans.

“goddamnit Y/n!” your mom screamed. Looking at broken vase with the most maddening of glares. “Why can’t you just be normal?! I told you to stop running around so much!” you looked away in guilt, hands clutching the fabric of your clothes out of shame. The day was a very stressful one for your mom. She came back from work exhausted and frustrated with some project that wasn’t going well. Rather than taking it out healthily by talking to others, or taking a proper break and telling your dad to make dinner instead, she simply puts it all up in a bottle safe within her heart and kept working. Working till she passed out. At times like this, even the smallest things would irk her. And most of the time, all those small things were just by your extreme excitement over your hobbies, which she really disliked.

“This isn’t some old ancient ruin or a forest! You shouldn’t be running around like a madman.” She bites her lip in frustration. She takes a deep breath and rubs her temples. “I-I’m sorry, mom.” You said in a shaky tone. “I-it was an accident. I was just excited.”

“Over what?” she scoffed. “Don’t tell me,” she suddenly groans. “Was it over that stupid book of yours?” you looked away in shame, which gave her all the answers she needed. “Ugh, seriously Y/n, these books have a horrible effect on you. They’re making you go wild.” They were making you happy, they were making you feel excited. Was that such a bad thing?

On the very same night, after you came back from the shower, you noticed your book missing. After drying up, you went down to search for it and went completely speechless. The book was ripped to shreds and put into the garbage can. Staring at it, as if it was a murder scene, you felt a shiver of cold run through your back as your mother’s hands were placed on your shoulders. “There,” she gave a smile. “Now you won’t go so wild anymore.” Tears slipped from your eyes as you stared at the book you spent so long waiting for, so long ranting about and so long asking the library staff for its publishing and shipping dates. “Oh come on! Don’t cry! I did you a favor.” Her reassuring voice felt like venom through your ears. She gave your shoulders a tight squeeze. “Now you’ll stop acting so useless.”

It’s been two days. You haven’t left your room at all until Amy was working and slipped back into the room when she came back. No words were spoken, no one has seen the other, but both were well aware of their presence. You didn’t really talk much to the rest, either. Today Tails did offer to hang out a bit with the gang at the beach, but you politely refused. not really feeling up to socializing after everything that happened.

You didn’t want your relationship with Amy to be like this, but you didn’t want to forget about this like it was nothing either. You believe she should apologize, not only to you, but to everyone else as well. That day she went nuts, nuts enough to scream about who she really sees you as. A guest. A guest who’s not doing their role as one.

From the news, you got the latest scoop of the two fighting restaurants. For the first day after everyone left, Eggman announced his cooperation with the restaurant and on today he attacked and Chez Amy officially closed down. Whether his intentions were evil from the start or not, was something you’ll probably never get to know. Definitely not with how cold your relationship with Amy has gotten.

With a sigh, you turned off the TV. You didn’t really feel like sleeping. Too much was on your mind. The sound of waves soared through your ears, and you found yourself entranced by its melody yet again. You walked out of the house and sat in the sandy beach. All your toes were feeling the strange, yet familiar, texture of sand and your pajamas weren’t giving you much warmth. But you didn’t care. You sat down anyway and looked at the Blue Ocean and starry sky and how they molded with each other perfectly. As if they were meant to be. A few minutes in and you were already in a hypnotized state. Thoughts and memories kept showing up, your eyes were paying attention to the waves like it was the only thing that mattered. you didn’t care one bit about all the time that has past and the air that was becoming increasingly chillier.

“You could get a cold, you know.”

Amy’s voice made you flinch. You felt a blanket suddenly get thrown on your shoulders. Slowly, you take the blanket and wrap it around yourself in silence. Amy gazes to the ocean and sighs. She sits down next to you.

A brief moment passes by with only the ocean’s wave singing. “I’m sorry.” she said firmly. You finally, after two whole days, look at her. She seemed puzzled and ashamed. Embarrassed by her own actions. “I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I shouldn’t have said those untrue things about you.”

Your turn your head around to the sand. Seeing how the small seashells kept getting in the sea then out. “I don’t want you to see me as a guest.” You speak up. “I want you to see me as your roommate, your friend. I’m not your guest and you’re not my host. If you don’t want me as a friend—“

“I do want you as a friend!”

You swiftly turn your head around to her. “Then why are you so hesitant anytime I try to bond with you?” she stayed silent as that. You frowned and looked away.

“I’m hesitant…because I’m scared.” Amy fiddled with a seashell covered in sand. “I’m scarred that you’ll hate me.” Your eyed widen a bit and you look at her in pure shock. “Why would I hate you?!”

“I don’t know!” she freaks out a bit. “I’m bossy, I’m annoying and I have way too many hobbies. And you- you just seem so happy and okay with the me I show you as a host and…I don’t want that cool image of me gone away.” She doesn’t meet your stare, not one bit.

“Amy…I would never think that badly of you.” your tone was firm, honest. You out a hand on her shoulder. “Heck, anytime I get to know you even a little bit better, I think you’re cooler than before! You don’t have to feel so distant with me. You don’t have to feel I have some sort of expectations for you as a host, because frankly, I don’t.”

“I just want to be your friend.”

Amy looks at you and takes a deep breath. Her posture softens and a small smile gets put on her lips.

“Alright then, let’s be friends.”

____________A/N___________

THIS TOOK TOO LONG AND IM IN PAIN. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LISTEN GUYS THIS TOOK THE WHOLE DAY FOR ME TO WRITE SO IM NOT GOONA PROOFREAD IT FOR NOW I HOPE YOU’RE OKAY WITH THAY OKAY ANYWAY-

Edit: it has been proof read! Some minor things have been edited!

I decided to update because after this, I might not update for a long time due to midterms and exams starting up. I don’t want fail and don’t wanna overwork myself so yeah- updates on this might not come until a month or so.

Writing Amy like this was a struggle, especially with the shouting part. I didn’t want to paint her in such a bad light but it was needed for the plot to progress in the future. I’m so sorry Amy T_T

Watched Sonic 2 and I AM IN LOVE. I loved everything about the movie. It was so fun, it delivered a well-written knuckles and gave us the most groundbreaking of post-credit scenes. The way I jumped and screamed was concerning to many.

Alrighty question time! How do you feel about Amy now? How do you think about Y/n’s mother?

So yeah, thank you all for reading and I’ll see you all right after my exams! I love you all so so much!! Bye!! <333

#sonic #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #eggman #tails #ivo robotnik #exams are pain #i feel dead rn #send help

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I wanted to post this here so I can look back on it in disgust or curiosity later, not necessarily because I think anyone needs to read it. This is a bit of a long post, by the way. Consider before clicking.

It's very strange coming back here after seeing glimpses of it in the mid 2010s and seeing that it's basically the same. There's less porn and the overall post quality seems to have gone up slightly -- but the fundamental soul of the site is still the same one it was before metrics, engagement, and algorithms started to define what the internet was on a metaphysical (for lack of a better term) level. Ironically, the only other places I know of like this are the boards on 4chan too niche or pretentious to assimilate the flood of low-quality posts from rightoids that are either 16 or 47 years old. Everywhere else on the internet that people spend time on has an invisible coating of unreality over it.

This isn't to say that tumblr is immune -- you have things like Blaze -- but spending real money for notes isn't the point of the site.

If I find something fucked up and weird on YouTube, for example, it's like when an AI lets you win at chess. YouTube's algorithm knows I like weird videos, and this video has been determined by a network of keywords to be weird. The same (or very, very similar) applies to TikTok, Twitter, Facebook, and Reddit (although the userbase is delusional and denies this -- go figure, they're redditors).

If I see something fucked up and weird on tumblr it's a result of the ever-churning slurry of content organically burping up a post from 2013 because a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend reblogged it a week ago. There is also a possibility that the person posting a sped up .gif of a caterpillar eating a leaf with the caption "ummm sh eis my fukcign sister!!!" payed upwards of $150 for me to see it, which is surreal in its own, different, way.

Because of this (and despite the culture of detachment), everything feels a bit more sincere. Which is definitely sometimes a weakness -- tumblr twee creates some of the most cloying garbage I've ever seen -- but it also sets up situations where (unlike everywhere else on the internet) the news that travels fastest isn't always bad news.

I imagine most users of tumblr are either aware of this or just take it for granted, but for a relative outsider it's a it's a good control on the direction the rest of the internet is going. Or, more accurately, where it is right now. I notice a general feeling of unease and dissatisfaction coming from a lot of people who use the internet for something other than a continuous stream of entertainment. Even dedicated internet trolls mourn for the days when you could dissolve the social fabric of a forum by using "(:" instead of ":)". As opposed to now where every online argument is a different flavor of the same three topics; all soaked in self-important moralism, and often framed through a reductive political lens -- the worst impulses of the 2010s internet concentrated and refined.

This isn't to say that the process of something gaining popularity and losing some of the quirks you appreciated about it, or the slow erosion of a medium is unnatural or anything. It's been happening since the dawn of time. It is, however, strange that it's happening to people in their teens and twenties rather than people in their forties and fifties.

The bad news is: as things reach new heights of profitability in capitalism, they are further alienated from a human element. The good news is: literally everyone is acutely aware of that, even if it's subconscious. It's why we still watch competitive chess between two people and why I believe AI art is nowhere near as catastrophic as one might think (among a few other reasons).

And because of that good news, tumblr will probably stay the correct type of shitty in the long-run. I don't see a world where there exists a corporate entity competent enough to algo-monetize tumblr while still retaining a userbase. And I DEFINITELY don't see a world where that hypothetical corporate entity would willingly buy tumblr.

I have other thoughts about the possible futures of the internet, but that's more applicable to a Substack article rather than a musing tumblr post. Additionally, all outcomes other than "capital snakes its way deeper into the processes of communication and we are helpless but to watch" must take into account that "capital snakes its way deeper into the processes of communication and we are helpless but to watch" is the most likely outcome considering nothing crazy happens.

But hey, something crazy usually happens.

#reallygreatseriousposts #web theory

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acoldsovereign · 2 months

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❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ (future Trunks)

SUBJECT MATTER: QUESTIONS. // sender: @scarlxtleaves // status-- always open!

The article of clothing in question was indeed missing from his form, but it was not with her. No, the Saiyan woman tossed that the furthest last night. (In her opinion, he looked better without one. Though, if the full, unfiltered truth was extracted from her, she'd say he was appealing no matter what he did. He could sneeze the wrong way, and somewhere within her brain, it'd register as noteworthy).

Funny how her fondness for him used to DISGUST and horrify her.

"I believe it's elsewhere," she stated casually. Perhaps dismissively, even if it wasn't intentional. Her speaking habits created tension where there was none. To some or most, she might've sounded apathetic or rude. The complexity of her speech was solved only by prolonged exposure to her. Mysterious traits would make themselves known: the way her tongue clicked before she spoke, how certain words commanded the use of her full mouth, the baring of her teeth (a sign of aggression in many civilizations), and the idle or occasional movement of her hands and tail. On the surface, she came off as a ruthless, callous person who cared about nothing. Deep down inside, the truth reflected accurately save for the latter parts. It wasn't that she cared so little, but that she cared for specific things.

It wasn't an inability. It was purposeful.

With a lazy roll onto her back, her gaze caught the chrome-silver ceiling of her ship. Dim bits of snow-white luminosity were scattered thanks to the "metallic gray" pipes which protected the wiring connected to many aspects of her spacecraft, one of which included the cooling systems. Considering her ability, she didn't need it, but the other Races that worked onboard did.

In this moment of silence, her enhanced hearing recognized the soft whirring of engines, the footfalls of her loyal soldiers, her own breathing and most of all, the heartbeat of her life partner-- the Saiyan hybrid who so foolishly damned himself to her forevermore. He'd most likely go to Hell for being with her, letting her live instead of destroying her as he was sent to do by Chronoa. --Not as if she'd be vanquished that easily. Irregardless, the situation would never not be funny to her.

"You will not be needing one," she suddenly announced, then pushed her tousled bangs back. She sits atop of varying shades of blue of extraterrestrial origins. The thick sheet (comparable to a what was called a 'comforter' on Earth), fell away, revealing a full-figured form up to her hips. Shapely and feminine, her rounded, muscular shoulders, ample breasts and abs were exposed. She patted the spot next to herself. Her stare gained a penetrating quality; the inability of her to emote like most, made it seem like he was in trouble. He wasn't. Quite the opposite.

AS EVIDENCED BY A SMALL CHUCKLE AND A SQUEEZE OF SAID SHEETS.

"I greatly enjoyed what you did last night. Do it again."

#IC: Inclemental Weather #Intergalactic Messages - Received #If You Want Me | I'll Need You - (Trunks/Maiz)#scarlxtleaves // Future Trunks #nsfw-ish.#{{ yes the last line is an addams family reference. whatchu gonna do #tw partial nudity

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itzastirstea · 1 year

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Melody y Los Gatos

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Melody and the Cats

When Melody got asked what was her favourite animal, she always said that she liked all of them, except cats.

"I don't like cats, and I'll never have one!" she claimed.

"They're very hairy, and they have very big claws, and they're licking their paws all the time!" said she, waving her arms like trying to make a point.

"They're disgusting." And nobody asked her any more.

One day, when Melody was eating breakfast, she looked through the window and noticed that there was a cat in the backyard. She was very surprised because stray cats weren't common where she lived.

Melody ran outside to shoo the cat, and, naturally, it left.

3 days passed and Melody didn't see the cat any more, but her mum told her that she had seen it in the backyard, so Melody went to investigate.

The cat wasn't in sight, but Melody heard some faint meows near the washing machine. She approached carefully and, there were kittens there!

She was amazed because she never thought that the cat had kittens, and she decided to give them food every day.

After a few days, the momma cat won Melody's trust, and she realized that cats weren't as bad as she had thought.

FIN

#This is a children's story I did for homework #translated it here for english speaking ppl #(which are most of you)#I wrote and drew this #so #:)#itzastirsart #children's story #cats #gatos #digital art #art #turururu

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stardew-atlantis · 1 year

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I posted 887 times in 2022

That's 45 more posts than 2021!

54 posts created (6%)

833 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@loversandantiheroes

@runawayface

@lizardfootman

@phillypumpkin

I tagged 555 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#sdv - 373 posts

#stardew art - 314 posts

#sdv harvey - 202 posts

#sdv farmer - 141 posts

#sdv shane - 39 posts

#stardew writing - 38 posts

#sdv elliott - 35 posts

#sdv inktober - 33 posts

#sdv sebastian - 26 posts

#bast my 'pun'tner in crime - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#saw a fic post about asexuals that suggested giving an ace character a 'sexless romance' so sorry to my readers expecting smut in the end

My Top Posts in 2022:

The BRILLIANT AND AMAZING @artjdg has created this absolute masterpiece of my beloved nerds 😭❤️🫂

This takes place during This Chapter of Winter but in order to add it directly to the chapter I gotta post it here first. (I really hope this works)

(Also click for better quality because tumblr likes to microwave images)

61 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

Comfort - (Harvey/F!Farmer Oneshot)

(Art by @jellyaris ^_^) (Click for better quality)

I'm back with another fluffy oneshot! Last time the art was based on the fic but this time the fic was based on the art!

Summary: Harvey needs some comfort after a long day.

Word Count: 790

Warnings: improper soup practices, lmk

Now on Ao3!

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"Hi honey," Harvey said, as he stepped into the bedroom after a frustratingly tedious day at the clinic.

SJ was sitting on top of the covers, typing away into her laptop. She looked up and smiled the moment she saw him. "Hey. How was your day?" she asked.

Harvey tried his best not to roll his eyes, instead offering a disgruntled sigh, preparing to tell her that he didn't exactly have the best day, and he did not want to talk about it.

"Uh oh." she teased. "That great, huh?" she said, sarcastically.

"Am I really that obvious?" he asked.

"Afraid so." SJ smirked, waving him over. "C'mere."

SJ leaned in for a quick kiss, before asking, "You wanna talk about it?"

"Today's just been a nightmare." he began. "I told Lewis not to let Gus pack up the potluck soup, but he wouldn't listen to me."

"Eight walk-ins, three scheduled follow-up appointments and at least four cases of food poisoning, that I know of." he continued.

SJ reached for the knot of his tie, loosening it as he talked.

"I swear, the next time- what are you doing?" he asked, realizing she had untied it, and gently tugged at one side to remove it completely.

"Go on," she prompted, carefully unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. "I'm listening."

"I... okay. Where was I?" he asked, trying to get back to his original train of thought.

"Next time?" she reminded him.

"Right. Next time Lewis tries to undermine me like that again, I swear I'll have that soup marked as a health-code violation."

"You should. It's disgusting." SJ added, sitting back down, leaning against her propped up pillow. "Come, sit." she said, patting the space on the bed beside her.

The moment she suggested it, Harvey suddenly felt the exhaustion catching up with him, the ache in his legs and back reminding him that he hadn't sat down in hours.

Nodding, he circled the bed to sit down on his side. "I just don't know why he constantly feels the need to prove how paranoid he thinks I am."

SJ reached out for the green blanket at the edge of their bed, draping it over his legs.

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62 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

my goal for the day: edit that next chapter that I've had written for months

64 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

Thunderstorm - (Harvey/F!Farmer Oneshot)

(Art by the lovely @lizardfootman) (Click for better Quality)

So Lizard and I did a sort of collab with this one ^_^. I wrote a mini-fic, and they drew the amazing masterpiece above.

Summary: Harvey and SJ watch the rain together during a thunderstorm.

Word Count: 774

Warnings: none, lmk

Now on Ao3!

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It was the middle of the night when a loud crack of thunder startled Harvey awake. He took a moment to remember where he was, and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heartbeat.

The weather forecast had called for severe thunderstorms all throughout the night, so before they went to sleep, SJ and Zephyr made sure that all the farm equipment was put away, and all the animals were safe in their respective buildings.

Listening to the wind whip through the trees and the rain battering the windows as he first climbed into bed, Harvey almost worried for the structural integrity of the farmhouse, but when SJ wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, it silenced his fears enough to let him fall asleep.

Hours later, just as he began to calm down, he quickly realized that he was alone in the bed.

Harvey reached for his glasses on the nightstand, looking around the room to attempt to figure out where SJ went. He knew he'd never be able to sleep unless she came back, he still felt out of place sleeping in her bed without her.

Out in the living room, he spotted a large shadow, wrapped in a blanket. She sat in front of the window with the curtains peeled back, staring out at the storm.

At first, he wondered if she was afraid. If the thunder woke her up as well, and she was worried about the animals or the crops, but as he approached the window, he found her eyes sparkling with interest at the lightning outside, an excited look on her face that usually accompanied watching the stars on a clear night.

Hearing his footsteps, she turned, smiling as soon as she saw him.

"Hey." she whispered. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, the storm did." he replied, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. "What's the matter? Can't sleep?"

"I just like watching the rain." she shrugged, before raising her arm to lift up one side of the blanket. "C'mere, come sit."

Harvey sat down on the surprisingly cold wooden floor, sliding in close to let SJ share her blanket with him. She kissed his cheek as she draped the soft fabric over his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

"Warm enough?" she asked, softly.

He nodded, smiling as she turned back towards the window.

"I love thunderstorms. My favorite type of weather."

"Can't say that I agree." Harvey replied, shuddering as another rumble of thunder echoed through the valley.

"Not a fan?" she smirked, reaching out to take his hand.

"Thunder.... Makes it a little difficult to sleep, is all." he said, lacing their fingers together.

The touch helped to ground him. It reminded him that he wasn't in his apartment, where the walls vibrated during particularly strong storms, and the windows shook so badly he thought they might shatter. He was much safer here, with SJ.

"Rain is just soothing for me, and the lightning looks so pretty." she added.

He watched the storm with her for a few moments. He could understand her appreciation for the quiet beauty of the flash that cut through the clouds and lit up the night sky, but the roaring thunder that followed was a grim reminder of all the damage that one little flash could do.

"Aren't you worried about the lightning damaging the farm?" he asked.

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My #1 post of 2022

Meet the Farmers (Pixel Portrait Masterpost)

Hello all!

During my recent stardew modding hyperfixation (I say recent, it's been like a year now😅) I've taken up making stardew-style portraits of farmers! I started with my 3, and then started making some for my friends, and now I've got about a dozen farmers from my fantastically talented stardew friends. (aka, this is a very long post)

So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you all to the squad!

Name: Sadie "SJ" V

Pronouns: She/They

Farm: Atlantis Farm

In-game spouse/partner: Harvey

Creator: Atlantis

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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a1reglazesblog · 1 year

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autolenaphilia · 1 year

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Flight of the Amazon Queen

I just finished replaying Flight of the Amazon Queen for the first time in many years, and it still mostly holds up. It's a Lucasarts inspired point-and-click adventure game, developed by Australian studio Interactive Binary Illusions. It does te act of imitating Lucasarts adventure games rather well.

The story is an Indiana Jones/adventure fiction parody, though the tone is comedic and silly and closer to Monkey Island than Fate of Atlantis. The protagonist is literally named Joe King. And the villain is a germanic mad scientist whose goal is to kidnap Amazon women hiding in the literal amazon rainforest to turn them into dinosaur warriors and use them to take over the world.

The story is mostly fun, although there are some bits where you can tell it's a game written by cishet men. Like the amazons are good guys but part of their shtick is kidnapping men and use them for sex and breeding. And the kidnapped men are okay with basically being raped because the amazons are hot. It's a repeated rape joke. Their leader also gets rescued by the male protagonist and falls in love with him. Despite being female separatists, their existence in the game is defined heteronormatively through their relationships with men. They're somewhat better than most male writers writing amazons, but still typical of the trope.

The depiction of a tribe of pygmy villagers also plays to stereotypes, even if it's clearly meant as a parody of adventure stories.

Not that the game's writing has entirely aged badly. Like some of it still is funny and entertaining. The sheer outlandishness of the villain's evil plot is so fun.

There is a Willie Scott inspired woman character, Faye Russell, a movie star who is aboard the protagonist's Ford Trimotor when it crashes in the Amazon in a sequence clearly inspired by Temple of Doom. And this game surpassed my expectations by not having her character be a series of jokes about "fancy feminine girl ill-suited to adventuring". There is some of that, but Faye is goes off exploring on her own, hangs out with the amazons and gets to rescue the protagonist. Her character breaks stereotypes and is a lot of fun.

The game's first proper puzzle is getting the male main character Joe King disguised in drag, and surprisingly it's not that transmisogynistic. The characters are pretty much neutral about Joe's crossdressing and don't mock him for it or call him disgusting. Even he is not embarrassed by it. Of course I suspect that it is meant as a joke, it's a comedy game, and cishet men tend to find the very idea of crossdressing funny in itself. So maybe the writers felt they did not need to add to the "joke". But in actual execution it can easily be read as "the hero crossdresses and everyone is fine with it."

And it is a fun game overall. It's heavily inspired by Lucasarts games. Ron Gilbert is actually thanked in the game's credits, and it's his game design philosophy that guides this adventure game's design, and that is good. Unlike the Sierra games Gilbert was reacting against, you can't put Amazon Queen into an unwinnable state or even die. It makes it playable today in a similar way to how Lucasarts games have aged well. The design has aged well. There is actually very little pixel hunting in this game, finding hotspots is not a problem. Although the multiple verb commands can be. I got stuck a couple of times because i forgot to use a certain verb command on an object. But mostly the game is fair to the player.

And the presentation is very good. It's clearly a high quality polished production. The voice acting is fine, if not outstanding. What really stands out however is the game's art, by co-creator Steve Stamatiadis. The pixel art in this is often beautiful, the environments are lush and detailed, the characters are well-animated and it's a joy to look at.

It's definitely a good game, even if the writing is flawed. And the game is now freeware. In fact it has been since 2004, and has been supported by Scummvm since then. You can download it from their website. It's free and easily played on modern computers, what more do you want?

#my writings #flight of the amazon queen #point and click #adventure games

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vegrbleboy · 4 years

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