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Parallels Chapter 17: What Is Meant To Be?

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: You're going to die. It's written in the canon. The canon must always be obeyed... right?

Warnings: Angst O'clock, Talks of death, Near death experience???? Miguel loves so hard, SMUT (again finally) Oral (Fem receiving), Window sex??, sweet sweet desperation

A/N: I worked hard to get this out quickly because I felt bad about making everything so sad lately 😅 Though there still might be enough angsty to make it plenty sad, Idk. I'm sorry anyway

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AO3

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Chapter 17

What Is Meant To Be?

“Play it again.”

“Miguel, I don’t think–”

“Play it again.”

The simulation of the dingey warehouse restarts. Nothing more than a prediction. A vision of what's to come. A supposed hostage situation set up by the remnants of the Fisk family—a trap for you. It was so simple. He’d seen you dodge gunfire and fight practical monsters, but this is what does it? Trapped inside a warehouse rigged to explode. As indestructible as spiders seemed to be, no one could rightly survive a roof falling on them. A spider can’t dodge bullets forever.

They’d find your body 3 days later, likely a memorial erected in your honor as well as a day of citywide grieving. And two months later a certain captain’s daughter would take up the mantle— and you’d be replaced and slowly forgotten.

There was a 98.9% chance of likelihood for these events. It might as well be a hundred at that point.

You were going to die. This is how you were going to die.

It was predicted to happen within the hour and Miguel was just sitting here waiting for it to happen. How morbid, he scolds himself. He sits there helpless, a pitiful excuse for a hero.

“Mig, I’m so sorry,” Lyla’s small form comes to sit next to his hand, her own small hand mimicking stroking motions over his forearm.

“You weren’t going to tell me.” he mumbles, eyes still locked on the screen of a smoldering building where your body would be dug up from. Only a simulation. It hadn’t happened. Not yet.

“I didn’t know how to. I was… scared.”

“Scared,” He scoffs, “You?”

“You’re not the only one who cares about her, Miguel.'' The AI bites out harshley. It almost catches him off guard. He’s so used to seeing her so bubbly, so quirky and fun. As annoyed as he seemed by it, he always appreciated it. Gabe was smart in programming her to be so fun. He needed someone like that in his life. Someone to help cut through his bullshit. You played that role as well.

“We’ve lost a lot of friends in this job, haven’t we Lyla?”

“We have.”

Miguel expected to be ragging at this point, an inconsolable beast wreaking havoc on his lab. Angry, like he had been since you left. Instead, he’s just numb. Was your fate that easy to accept?

The spider-sense lulls in his head, finally quieting down after the month of torture. Did that mean it knew what was to come? Would he feel it? When you—

He finally buries his face in his hands, muffling a defeated sob. Ah, there’s the tears. After the self-inflicted torture he’d put you both through, this is how it ends? You die and he has to watch it happen like a helpless child on the sidelines. This is the burden he’d taken. He’d done this so many times before. He’d watched horrible things happen because it was the will of the canon— but with you it was… you were…

“Lyla, I’d like to see the probability diagnostics,” He swallows the sorrow, hoping the cold unfeeling numbers of an algorithm might put him at ease. If this was to happen, maybe looking at the ripple effects of it would help him cope. A sacrifice for the greater good of it all.

The equations and graphs illuminate around him, all of them infallible. This was going to happen. And what would your death bring to the multiverse? Nothing. A small blip in the grand scope of it all. A speck of dust in the cosmos, just like all of them.

But if your death was so small, then what could that mean if it didn’t happen?

The thoughts he’d been suppressing suddenly flood his mind. He’s not helpless here. The power to change your fate rested on his wrist, your life so easily saved by the simple push of a button. He’d risked something like this before, but it was different this time. Could saving a life have the same effect? He’d replaced a life, but saving a life…There’s no way to know. And he didn’t have time to run the numbers. He had to act—- now.

“Miguel?” Lyla’s voice chirps up behind him, “What are you doing?”

What is he doing? He looks down to see he’d already typed in the coordinates to your universe. Had he already decided and didn’t realize it? Was it that easy?

“I…” He looks down at the watch. A single push of a button. That’s all it would take. “I don’t know.”

“I know… this is hard,” She hovers at his wrist now, clearing the coordinates from the watch, “But we can’t interfere with—”

“All we’ve done is interfere,” He bites out in a voice he doesn’t recognize. “How is this different?”

Did he really believe that?

Hypocrite, he scolds himself.

Reasoning. He was trying to reason for it. Bargaining for your life to justify his own selfish actions.

He types in the coordinates again, and Lyla clears them before he finishes. He growls, clawing through her projection.

“You’re not thinking, Miguel!” She urges. “I know this is hard. But you can’t. You know you can’t.”

He knows she’s right, he’s not thinking. He doesn’t care. If he could pull this off, if he could save you, then he’d figure it out. He always did. There had to be limits he could push. Options he never considered. Whatever it would take, just to assure your safety.

“You have to understand what’s at stake here.” Lyla says again, her pixelated eyes pleading with him. Despite her seeming so human in every way, she was still just a program doing her job. She was his fail-safe, an assurance to make sure past mistakes weren’t repeated— and now she’s the only thing standing in his way.

“Yes, I do understand,” He says coldly, calmly walking across the lab— to Lyla’s control panel. “It’s time you remember who’s in charge.”

“Don’t even think about it!” She grows to full size. Projections explode behind her, raging fire, explosive blinding lights— all mere illusions. It does nothing to stop him. While she ran things, multiverse travel was still completely operable without her. He opens the panel and begins typing in the reboot code. It’s the one area of the tower she has no control over.

Arachni-bots scurry towards him before falling dead with another push of a button. She’s trying everything. He has to work quickly.

“I’ve called Gabe,” Lyla warns, “Emergency protocol is initiated. He’ll know.”

“Fine, I don’t care.” Miguel punches in the final sequence and all of Lyla’s projections begin to fade. Only her flicking form remains. It’ll take her at least an hour to reboot, that’s more than enough time.

A portal to earth-727 bursts to life in front of him.

“Think about it, Miguel!” Lyla tries to reason one last time as her projection starts to fade, “All of this— Everything— for one person? It’s not worth it.”

He pauses at the portal's entrance, the pull of the spider-sense urging him to step forward.

“Yes. She is.”

The sense crescendos as he shoots through reality, across time and space to save you. The anticipation builds, the anxiety of racing against the clock. He burst through the portal already swinging, taking a quick assessment of his surroundings. Without Lyla to guide his exact location he could've only ended up in a 3-mile radius of you. The sun had already set. He was in Brooklyn, the southside by the looks of it. The warehouse was in the center of Queens, not far but he had to hurry.

As he swings the rest of his emotions come flooding in. The guilt. The shame… the undeniable love for you. How could he have thought such things? How could have just sat by while he watched you die? Had this job really made him so callous? So cold to the world at large?

When did Spider-Man stop trying to save everyone?

You’d given yourself to him so freely and he’d meet your affections with so much disdain— yet you treated him with kindness anyway. You were patient with him like no one had been before, he didn’t deserve it. Yet he won’t give it up. Not anymore.

He’d make it up to you. He’d make it all up to you starting tonight.

The warehouse is in sight. You’d be swinging in from the east. He could easily stop you before you got anywhere near the building. He perches himself on the highest rooftop half a block east of the rigged warehouse and waits. Checking the time, you’d be swinging at any moment, give or take a few minutes.

He waits… and he waits.

He’s not sure how much time has passed before he starts pacing. Did he miss you? No, he has no doubt the spider-sense would have honed in on you.

The spider-sense… in his blind panic he hadn't paid it any mind. Surely being in your dimension would send the alarms blaring in his head. Instead, it was like it was…. Muted. Smothered under something he didn’t recognize. What did that mean?

What if it meant you were already dead?

Dread pushes him off the roof and swinging towards the harrowing warehouse. Crawling up to the closest window, he peers inside. Three armed men stand in the center of the massive room, barrels of explosives around them.

“Where the hell is she?” one of them grumbles, “Doesn’t she usually show up way before the cops? Did Tony call it in?”

“Of course he did,” the second one sighs.

“If she doesn’t come then this was all for nothin’.”

“She’ll come. She always comes.”

“Shut up, both of you,” the final one hisses, turning around to scold the other two. “Look.”

He gives a faint nod to his right… directly at Miguel.

The first bullets whiz past Miguel’s shoulder, one knicking his suit. He was spotted. Idiot. How could be so careless? He barely manages to swing out of sight.

“Christ, don’t shoot in here!” The leader of the three shouts, “Might as well light a fucking match!”

“Fuck you, I’m not letting that bitch get away!” They think Miguel is you? He could hear them arguing, perched safely on the roof. Well that confirms it, you weren’t here.

“She’s here. We got her and I’m not gonna let her pick us off one by one. I’m getting justice for the boys she locked up.” The threatening statement is followed by the unmistakable cock of a gun.

Oh no.

“Wait— WAIT—'' One of them pleads before a shot goes off, immediately followed by a domino fall of explosions.

Miguel just barely swings to safety, the flames licking at his heels.

“Holy shit. Holy shit.” He chants as he rounds the corner onto a rooftop. It happened. The explosion paints the night in harsh oranges, shattering windows and setting off car alarms for miles. He hears police sirens finally approaching. Your death had happened— and you weren’t there for it.

You weren’t there.

Relief overtakes him, dropping him to his knees. He’s not sure if he wants to cry or vomit. Quelling the boiling cauldron of emotions in his brain, he forces himself to focus. He hones in on the spider-sense— desperately humming in the forefront of his mind. It was trying to tell him something. Trying to tell him where you were.

With a wary step forward, he follows it.

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An emergency distress call from some random universe you’d never heard of. You can’t remember the last time you answered one. Probably when the tower was attacked. They were never meant to be ignored either.

Jess called it in, and with her being so far along in her pregnancy you leaped immediately to help her, along with a good handful of all of your other spider-comrades. She’d just entered her third trimester and you’re truly amazed she’s still working this diligently.

“Gotta get it all out of my system now,” She’d scoffed to you when she’d first announced it, “That and I know you guys can’t do this without me, better help you out now.”

Jessica Drew, always so humble to the point she wouldn’t allow herself maternity leave. God, you loved her but you’d wished she would slow down.

Since she showed no signs of taking a break, offering a helping hand whenever she needed it was the best you could do.

Tonight she certainly needed it, being caught in a sudden gathering of symbiotes. You and about ten other spiders answered the call, just in time it seemed.

You hated symbiotes. It wasn’t as easy as punching them and knocking them out, you had to be clever. Play to their very specific weaknesses— Fire and loud noises. That and they were just nasty fuckers. It's a good chance for you to blow off some steam. You didn’t have to hold back when it came to symbiotes, and for once, that was a good thing.

An hour of messy fighting and a lot of loud noises and fire later, they were all contained. It admittedly felt good to be part of a team effort after your rather less-than-stellar month. These were still your people, they didn’t stop being your people just because Miguel wasn’t part of your circle anymore.

A massive portal opened back to HQ. You’re cue to leave for home.

“Hey,” Jess grabs your shoulder before you can hit the button home, “Come back to the tower with me.”

“I— why?” you’re aware of how cold it comes out.

Jess immediately furrows her brows, “Because I haven’t talked to you in forever and I wanna buy you a coffee so you can describe what it tastes like to me.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, “You miss coffee that much, huh?”

“And booze. And sushi. And hot tubs. And—” She drapes her arm around your shoulder as she continues, leading you over to her bike. Well, if she’s offering a fun ride, who are you to say no?

Yes, you’d been avoiding the tower like a plague just because he’s there. You feel him when you’re closer, the sense jumping at the proximity alone. Just because it was Miguel’s tower though, didn’t mean you weren’t welcome. Your friends were there. Your community. Spider Tower wasn’t just a monolith to Miguel, it was for all of you.

You wonder if you should tell Jess about it all. If anyone would understand it’d be her. You’d probably get a few good minutes of reprimanding you for being so stupid, but then she’d go full protective mode and be your human shield against the big bad Spider-Man 2099. That and the pregnancy hormones were making her more irritable. That’s what friends did, though— right? Made things easier for one another. That and you wanted another shoulder to cry on.

You will tell her, eventually. Not tonight but… soon.

You both burst into the tower, Jess skidding the bike to a spiraling stop.

“I hate it when you do that.” you sigh into her back.

“You spend all day swinging around a city and a little bike ride makes you dizzy?” She scoffs, flipping out the kickstand.

“Yes, shut up,” You groan, practically melting off the bike. Suddenly, You remember why you don’t always accept rides from her, “Why do you ride a bike anyway? Your webs seem perfectly fine.”

“Just to look cool,” She muses, bouncing her hard to the side. Well… you can’t deny that fact. She always did look pretty cool.

The spider-sense was revving in the back of your head. A few weeks ago it would have driven you insane, now it’s just another thing to ignore. Like a cast over a broken bone or an itchy rash. You’d trained yourself to live with advanced senses, you could train yourself to get used to this.

At least until you were ready to take the cure.

You’re halfway to the cafeteria when it’s too much, the sense jumping like a punch to the back of your head. You stumble forward, blindsided by the effects.

“Jeez, you okay?” Jess grabs your arm.

“Fine! Fine…. I think.” You assure her halfheartedly.

The sense calms down into a more annoying ringing, but still stronger than when you first entered the building. Why was it acting up now?

A familiar voice calling your name is your answer. You turn around and there he is, standing at the end of the hallway.

Miguel— and god, he looks awful.

Of course he had to show up when you were starting to feel like yourself again. The sense almost causes you to burst out in tears at the sight of him alone. It was a relief. It was a nightmare.

God, you really don’t want to do this right now.

He takes a few timid steps toward you, “I… I need to talk to you.”

“Why?” you immediately spit back.

“It’s important,” He simply says. This was a bad idea. You want to go with him so badly but you know if you do it’ll open up all of your wounds again.

“What’s going on, Mig?” Jess, bless her, tries to intervene.

“This is between me and her,” Miguel bites out coldly. Jess didn’t often tolerate his bitchy behavior, but she turns to you instead. Her eyes look to you to see if everything is okay— a silent communication only women seemed to possess the power of.

“It’s fine, Jess,” You pat her shoulder assuredly, “I’ll describe some coffee to you later.”

She doesn’t look convinced that it is, in fact, fine but carries on her way regardless. She knew you well enough to be sure that you could handle yourself. She’d suspected something probably since the beginning. Yeah, you really need to come clean to her eventually.

“What do you want?” You practically hiss at Miguel. He barely moves, simply pressing a button on his watch. A portal springs up on your right.

“Not here,” He gestures to the spinning portal. Of course, this all had to be cryptic for no reason. Just another thing to torture you right now. You groan and step through the portal.

It was like walking through a door, your feet landing on solid ground in less than a blink of an eye. A quick glance around and you see you’re in Miguel’s home. It’s dark, the only light coming from the glowing city outside.

You turn to him as he exits the portal behind you.

“We couldn’t have taken the sta—”

You don’t even finish the sentence before he pulls you into him, strong arms crushing you against his chest. You’re not sure what you expected… but it wasn’t this.

It’s embarrassing how good it makes you feel almost immediately. Like just his touch cured your countless sleepless nights. The familiar warmth of his arms seeping into your varying being as if he was holding your soul. Was a hug always this good? It’s certainly better than the last one you shared with him.

The realization jolts you out of his embrace. You weren’t supposed to be together anymore. You weren’t supposed to be doing this shit anymore— right?

“What the hell, Mig?” is all you manage to gasp out.

He stands there, unmoving, his arms still reaching out after you. You can’t read his face, his expression almost blank. Shocked, maybe?

“I… I don’t know—I had to—” he pulls his hands back, examining them as if he’s just killed someone, “Where were you?”

“Where was—” you balk out an annoyed laugh. Is that why he brought you up here, to check in on you? Toying with this all like some child, “On a mission with Jess, doing my job. Are you spying on me now? Do I have to report to you still?!”

He says nothing, letting your harsh yelling linger in the large space. He looks at you again, something you don’t recognize in his eyes. Suddenly all your anger is replaced with pity. What was happening?

“You’re—” He choked on his words, just for a moment, “You’re okay?”

“Am I o—” You take a step towards him, willing yourself not to reach out and touch him. Trying so desperately to hold up that wall. The resistance you’re not sure you had.

The spider-sense… is screaming.

“Miguel… you’re scaring me.”

He nods as if to say I’m scared too. Scared of what, though? You gulp as you break the barrier. You reach out and cradle his massive hands in yours. He sighs at your touch. Something horrible happened… or was going to happen—something to bring this warrior to his knees in a way you’d never seen before.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” he admits shakily. “Little spider, I think I—”

“What do you need?” you ask immediately.

You see the corners of his mouth twitch up just briefly. Cute, but not an answer.

“What happened?” You push.

His hands trail up your arms and come to cup your face. Your eyes flutter, almost instinctively. “Just… just tell me you're okay. Right now. In this moment.”

“Mig—”

You’re not sure who does it. If he pulls your lips to his or if you jump up to meet him. Does it really matter? He tasted like freedom. Like the relief you’d been searching for all these weeks. Had you forgotten so easily? The taste of him. The feel of him. Something so indescribable— like a drug. He was your drug.

It’s a handsy fury, ripping off your clothes as you seemingly try to will his to fade away. There was no time for pleasantries, not this time. There was only hunger— unsatiated, gnawing hunger.

Need. You needed him.

He backs you against the windows, their sudden coldness sending chills up your naked body.

“Miguel, please—” you urge, for what exactly, you’re not entirely sure. Whatever he was willing to give you.

“Te tengo. Te tengo…” He chants as his mouth glides down your body, from your neck, between your breasts, and finally to your waiting cunt.

He engulfs your heat greedily. You don’t recall ever screaming so loud. Sweet, perfect relief. He was perfect.

He brings both of your legs over his shoulders and holds you there, your bare back pressed against the glass for all the world to see— not that anyone likely would from this height. And not that you really cared right now anyway. There was only him. Him. Him!

God, you missed his skillful mouth. Hungerly lapping at you like it nourished his very soul. It did, you suppose in a way. The sinful hunger helped both of you in its own way. Kept you sane. Kept you alive. You can’t believe you’ve lasted as long as you did without him.

You come embarrassingly fast, but you’re not surprised with how much you had pent up over the last month. The orgasm rips you apart like an atom bomb, exposing your raw nerves underneath. Your vision goes white, your mouth goes dry. It was everything you were trying to give yourself all those lonely nights— Miguel gave it to you in two minutes.

His mouth still sloppily runs between your legs as you come down. You squirm in his grasp, your sensitivity now turned up to eleven.

“Miguel,” You plead, “I need you. I need you.”

A rumble emanates from his chest and up your legs as his mouth comes off you. He lowers your legs, holding you at his waist. He stands at his full height again, pinning you there. He trails his mouth back up your torso, pausing at your breasts to lull his tongue over each nipple before he finds your mouth again— his mouth and tongue coated with the taste of you.

“Lo siento, arañita. Lo siento mucho.” he whispers between breaths. You know those words. He’s saying sorry. He’s sorry— you’re sorry too. Sorry for it to have come to this.

He slides inside with a pained moan. Your walls clench around him with familiarity.

“Like you were made for me,” He murmurs as his mouth slides down your neck. Though it’s completely healed over, he knows the mark he left. He stops on it, his tongue tracing the ghost of what was left there. The brand he left on your soul.

He lifts you off his cock and slams back into you brutally. Your head falls back against the window with a defined thunk as he sets a ruthless pace. Bouncing you on his cock like you weighed nothing at all. That’s alright, he can use you.

Your lude erotic sounds fill the space. Wet skin slapping on wet skin. Desperate wordless moans for more. Always more.

“I missed you. I missed you,” You don’t didn’t even realize you were chanting it until your mouth went dry.

“Shhh,” He nips at your lower lip, “I know. God, I know. I missed you too. I— fuck.”

Even amidst the animalistic lust-fueled frenzy, you could feel him trembling under your touch. His body quivering with more than just desire. Your combined anxieties manifesting into something desperate and terrifying. A need that couldn’t just be quelled with just your hands.

Even in your bliss-fogged mind, you felt like a fool for ever letting something like this go. Something so rare and beautiful.

Ever since it appeared in your life you’d been trying to describe this impossible feeling. What was a shared spider-sense? A piece of you that you shared with someone else. How can you define what felt like pure instinct? Give a name to something that was indescribable?

The only thing you knew was that something felt right when you were together. The world made sense when this man was part of it, as infuriating as he could be at times. You were his, he was yours. Not yours in the sense that he belonged to you, but yours meaning he belonged with you. A pair, a set, forever intertwined.

What was the spider-sense to you?

It was home.

It felt like home. He felt like home.

His hips come to a staggering halt as your second orgasm overtakes you. He bites down on your shoulder as he paints your walls. He stands there just for a moment before lowering you both to the ground on trembling legs. Neither of you speaks, panting out the thinning air between each other. Both of you refuse to let go, afraid that this time would surely be the last time you’d ever touch him. Keep him here, now, forever. Nothing could take him away from you right now.

“Reboot complete.” An ambient voice rings through the room. It was certainly Lyla’s but it sounded… different. More robotic.

“Oh no,” Miguel grumbles, his grip on you tightening.

“What? What is it?” Why do you feel panicked? It’s just Lyla.

Miguel pulls away, worry crossing those burgundy eyes, “I… I have to tell you something.”

Before he can continue, a familiar golden glow springs up in the middle of the room. Pixels form together to make the familiar form of the infamous AI assistant. She turns to face you both. Miguel’s suit instantly appears back on his body. You’re suddenly very aware of your nakedness, despite her being a computer program. You grab for your abandoned suit crumbled on the floor, hurriedly shoving yourself back into it.

“Geez, knock first, Lyla,” You scold her.

“You’re—” the program's gaze darts back to Miguel in an instant, “Miguel, you didn’t.”

Miguel sits there shamefully, like a scolded dog.

“I know we’re not supposed to be doing this anymore,” You come to his defense, slipping your arm into the final sleeve, “It just kind of happened.”

Lyla cock’s her head at you. Was she… confused? Did Lyla get confused? Again, she turns back to Miguel.

“You didn’t tell her?”

An unknown fear pricks at the hairs on your neck, “Tell me what?”

Miguel stands, arms outstretched to console you. His mouth was open and ready with an explanation before he was interrupted again.

“Miguel!” Another voice echoes through the large room as it enters the apartment. Gabe. He pauses at the living room entrance. “Oh no. No no no, Miggy. What is she doing here? Estas loco?!”

“Excuse me?” You start before Miguel comes to your defense.

“She’s here because I chose for her to be here,” He steps in front of you, “She has a right to be here.”

“You’re not God, Miguel,” Gabe marches over, slapping his older brother in the chest. Miguel doesn’t react, “You don’t get to make these decisions. No one does.No puedo creer que estés cometiendo los mismos errores de nuevo. No puedo creer—”

“I’ve told you this is not the same. Ella es diferente,” Miguel bites out, looming over Gabe. The younger brother does not back down.

“Bullshit!”

“Hey!” You finally scream. All eyes in the room snap to you in an instant, some angrier than others. “Someone please… tell me what’s happening.”

You see Gabe’s defenses drop, pinching the bridge of his nose as he takes a step away.

“Jesucristo, Mig.” You hear him mumble into his hand.

Miguel looks back to you, some kind of horrifying desperation pulling at his features. You’re not sure why, but it scares you.

“Arañita… Sit down. I have something to tell you.”

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Translations:

Te tengo. Te tengo…: I’ve got you. I’ve got you...

Lo siento, arañita. Lo siento mucho: I’m sorry, little spider. I’m so sorry.

No puedo creer que estés cometiendo los mismos errores de nuevo. No puedo creer– : I can’t believe you’re making the same mistakes again. I can’t believe—

Ella es diferente: She’s different

Jesucristo, Mig: Jesus Christ, Mig

Please please please let me know if any of this is wrong

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Just wanted to share a little over 400 words from a no war au (wtf is canon who needs that?) megop, mechpreg, fluff piece, one shot I'm working on. its just pure sugar idk what else to say. probably hella ooc. The fic is SFW, only a few mentions of sexual themes. Fic doesn't even have a title yet its in my files as mechpregdomesticfluff 🤣

WIP under the cut lemme know what you think!

“I chilled them. Look in the cooling unit.” The blip of joy that leaked into Orion’s field once he finally spotted the can made Megatronus’ spark thrum. Once upon a time he would have tried to explain that away as anything other than the effects of being helm over pede in love with Orion. Now he just counted himself the luckiest mech in the universe to be loved in return. “You need to have more than rust sticks. Take a cube, too.”

Orion laughed softly as he complied, grabbing two of the small cubes along with his favored rust stick treats. “Next time you should carry. You clearly have the better instinct for it. And the better frame. Though I would be missing out on all the incredible overloads.” Orion’s plating rattled, from the back of his neck down his spinal strut to his aft, as if he’d had an involuntary shiver at some phantom sensation.

Megatronus laughed at that, and strode across their hab suite, to meet Orion in the kitchen. “Are the overloads the best part of carrying?” He stepped up behind him, slipped his arms around his waist so that he could get his servos on that exquisitely swollen abdomen once more. Orion leaned into the embrace and rested his helm comfortable against Megatronus’ chest plates, a content grin on his face as he lifted a servo to offer a cube to his champion.

“No. But they are in the top five.” Orion said with a content sigh. Megatronus regretfully withdrew one of his servos to take the offered cube. He paid much more attention to the way Orion’s plates felt under his servo than the taste of the energon he gulped down. Orion greedily shoved an entire rust stick down his intake, as if he were famished.

“What’s number one?” He finished the cube in record time, and quickly set it aside, his servo had a better place to be. Orion chewed noisily, unworried about looking uncouth as he stuffed his face with his treat of choice and crunched it between his dentae.

“Mmm... I’m not sure... I have to turn… that one over a few times… in my processor.” Orion continued to eat as he spoke, finishing off his third stick. Finally he tipped the cube to his intake. It eased Megatronus’ spark to see him consume some actual fuel. Lately all he’d been craving were those slagging rust sticks. It was a wonder he hadn’t cracked his dentae on them with how many he’d been consuming these past few deca-cycles.

to be continued

#fanfic wip #why not im gonna do it #tfp au #tfp fanfic #tfp megaop #tfp orion pax #tfp megatronus #megop #fanfiction #orion pax #megatronus #mechpreg #fanfic #fuck i think this is enough tags #lemme know what you think #spreadwardiardfics

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1, 2, 5, 10, 23 🦦

1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

Ooh. Idk if I can name one? Your Hand in Mine comes to mind but I think mostly because the original idea of that fic (Peter and MJ falling in love during the Blip) wasn’t what it ended up becoming (an infinity war/endgame rewrite). I’m really proud of that fic, idk if I would change it or if it would even make much sense to try and write a specific facet of that idea which was still /in/ that fic but. I think about that original idea still four years later lmao.

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

There are so many Tony Stark POVs of situations and tropes that I would LOVE to read but would never be able to write, namely because I just don’t feel like I have a handle on him like I’d want to. Writing Tony is fun, writing Tony’s inner world is HARD. Especially because the things I’d want— MIT era, the five years of the Blip with Morgan and Pepper, Tony’s POV of HOCO just to name a select few— wouldn’t be things that I could reasonably trust the average irondad to write lmao. I don’t want to read about fanon Tony and even if there are fics that are about these things more likely just.. not related to canon/infusing an irondad fanon lens that defeats the point.

5. What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

Honestly idk, I’d rather overly tag than not. I like wanting people about what they’re getting into.

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Grief/Mourning

Established Relationship

Outsider POV

23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

Dialogue. Description isn’t hard, I just like talking more lmao

yet another writing ask

#seek speaks #irondad #spideychelle #petermj #petermjane

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fossinating · 9 months

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Ngl Im not a big fan of how quickly everything ended

(Spoilers below)

Like they kinda just said “oh yeah Gaia can shoot through his chest now despite them shooting at each other for several minutes”

Also I find it funny that despite this being marketed as a more dark and serious spy show they end it with a big superhero flight battle with every power we’ve seen yet

Also the idea that they both suddenly have full control over hundreds of powers is goofy to me

Idk I just feel like this would’ve been a lot more satisfying if it had a longer finale

Also Ross’s comment to Rhodes of “how long have you been here” is kinda just a sad way of them trying to pull in the question that we’re supposed to have of how long have the skrulls been around, but based on the timeline I’m understanding it’s been at most like 1-2 years or however long it’s been since the blip. Which like I can get how that could be a big deal but we’ve seen him what like once in that whole time ?

I feel like the show should’ve done more and could’ve been a bigger deal but they kinda just stuck to a pattern of killing someone at the end of each episode

And speaking of killing people i really wish they had made a bigger deal out of the skrulls rebelling against gravik in last episode

Because they kinda just had it in a scene then didn’t mention it again aside from fury seeing the bodies

Like it’d be cool if the rest of the skrulls had more of a hand in defeating gravik

Im really curious to see where it goes from here, I saw people saying that the marvels is supposed to carry on the story but I have no clue where it’s supposed to fit in

Anyways overall I really am starting to agree that the mcu is starting to lose steam, of course here I am staying up til 4 am to watch it anyways but recently content has seemed poorly planned. I’ve said it for a while but marvel really needs to take a step back and plan out the rest of the content in more detail, not letting individual directors make significant changes to the direction of the universe since it results in issues like what happened with Wanda in multiverse of madness. Also cgi workers need to unionize so we can get some actually quality cgi and also so we stop relying on cgi for everything when it could be done much better with practical effects even if it’s more expensive. Basically tldr of my stance on the mcu currently is just they need to slow the fuck down and put some time into planning the direction and character arcs of various characters instead of letting character arcs get butchered by constant changes in director

Also last note, on the whole people expecting cameos thing, yeah it would’ve been cool if we had daisy or Mack come back but while I hate to admit it, it isn’t gonna happen, they were always very specific about agents of shield being one-way canon, especially with all the time travel weirdness that happened at the end of the show

#secret invasion spoilers #secret invasion

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relentless-endurance · 2 years

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For the character meme: Tataru and Estinien!

Tataru:

Why I like them

Gremlin omnicrafter who just wants her friends to be safe! She's been there from the very beginning and I am pretty sure the scions would fall apart without her.

Why I don’t

I have no reason to dislike her!

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

There is a really sweet scene when you depart for the first leg of Endwalker that makes me tear up everytime I think about it. There is a leg of quests in 5.3 that I also really love.

Favorite season/movie

I love Stormblood Era Tataru tbh, esp in the four lords quest chain (Which I strongly recommend doing its very good and has fun lore about a previous Warrior of Light!)

Favorite line

No particular line comes to mind, actually. But thats okay. She's just good.

Favorite outfit

Oh her Kugane outfit was so cute.

OTP

With Wedge or Krile! I think both are really cute.

Brotp

Her dynamic with Hancock makes me laugh a lot tbh

Head Canon

this is basically canon, but I am a firm believer either way that she is one of the very few people the warrior of light is actually scared of.

Unpopular opinion

Are there Tataru hot takes/?? is there.. fucking Tataru discourse??? alfjalkfja but honestly if people hate Tataru i don't trust them

A wish

I would love to see her in some side chain again like she was in Four Lords.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

I don't know??? I guess I wouldn't be thrilled if she betrayed the scions or something but like ??? idk.

5 words to best describe them

terrifying. adorable. caring. my friend.

My nickname for them

i do not have a nickname i typically don't give nicknames unless they're a meme alkaflksjaf

Estinien

Why I like them

he is the most accurate depiction of a 32 year old man- but no I just love how he's a gruff on the outside but cares inside and also how he's a big brother(tm). Watching him grow as a character has been so wonderful

Why I don’t

less him and more the fandom but I am really not into the popular ships for him some of them are very ??????

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

My ultimate favorite is a fucking YUGE SPOILER. get back to me on this one however I also love his bits in stormblood where he just

>shows up >serves cunt >refuses to elaborate >leaves

Favorite season/movie

this... also spoilers. big spoilerino. you are free to ask me about it after endwalker tho bc i want to yell and cry about it

Favorite line

"Yet lasting peace does not come to those who simply retreat from conflict. No, you must be willing to confront it. To stare into the face of your foe... And see yourself in him. Only then can you break the cycle of torment and tragedy."

(do not look up this cutscene is spoiler but I felt like the blip itself wasn't overly revealing bc its just. its so good. i cry thinking about this scene)

Favorite outfit

I like his armor upgrade a lot.

OTP

Wolstinien!

Brotp

also the wol if its not a ship. and two different spoiler characters.

Head Canon

I do not have any that come chief to mine? as much as I love him, he is not my blorbo, as it were.

Unpopular opinion

I don't know. Well I do, but its kind of mean and I do not have the energy to be mean (not to you directly mind just. its a harsher opinion)

A wish

need more big brother estinien tbh

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

Nothing chief comes to mind.

5 words to best describe them

I am. I am not sure? weird. i have a lot of feelings but this is ???

My nickname for them

I don't have one!

#replies #asks #jarael #ffxiv spoilers #ffxiv #i lov both these characters

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martelldoran · 3 years

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unsolicited tfatws opinions because i have them vol. 1

warning: here be spoilers

starting on the positive because there were things i did like in the episode

things i liked

sam wilson: *exists*

me:

sam's storyline was definitely the strongest of the two in this ep and i liked pretty much everything he did.

the opening aerial fight! was! so! cool! seeing batroc again was a nice nod to tws too and an interesting parallel to steve's lumerian star fight. i loved seeing his quick tactical thing, seeing how he fights, and the way he utilises the wings even in close quarters.

sam speaks arabic!

sam fixes redwing! (validation of a hc of mine that he's good with robotics. maybe that's a widely held fandom one as well? idk)

i instantly found torres to be really endearing and i'm looking forward to seeing more of him throughout the series. the relationship between him and sam has a lot of potential.

the manipulation of the government and general set up for sam's storyline felt strong. good basis for a story and pertinent to the current political landscape.

sam's speech as he handed over the shield was well written and gave me the same kind of vibes as the 'the price of freedom is high' speech. they could be quite nicely paralleled side by side.

sam's family! look, i'm a sucker for domestic moments for our faves so the entire sequence where we got this insight into sam's past, his relationship with his sister, and where he's come from was brilliant. i like sarah a lot and seeing her frustration with her brother for trying to come in and fix things when he's been gone for so long felt really realistic. i felt for her a lot. because you can tell there's so much there bubbling under the surface, a mix of love and resentment and frustration that was palpable as they talked about what to do with their parents' house/boat/business. so, give me all of the sarah wilson moments pls n thnx.

seeing the consequences of the snap (hi, i am refusing to call it the fucking blip. marvel, my god, get better names for shit.) idk how in depth they're really going to go into it all but at least they attempted something here with the scenes at the bank.

bucky's nightmare sequence as the winter soldier. it was such a brilliant reminder about how terrifying tws actually is. he's silent and ominous and THAT MUSIC. his presence is legitimately unsettling from the moment you see him. (but he runs around like a bull in a china shop which does make me 🤔 when i remember he's supposed to be a g h o s t s t o r y. idk. not exactly stealth and shadow work. but that doesn't look cool on screen so 🤷🏻‍♀️)

and on that note, vindication of my 'they sleep on the floor after coming back' headcanon. literally had raymond holt screaming in my head the second i saw bucky wake up on his living room floor. does my heart break for him? yes. was i smug about being right? also yes.

leah seems cool. could she actually be telepathic??? since she hit every single one of bucky's boats while they played battleships? i would like to see it. 😂 there's def more to her character than meets the eye since she's slated to be in all six episodes.

bucky having one (1) old man friend even if the reason behind it was heartbreaking.

so, yeah. these things i genuinely liked.

things i didn't like

the therapy scene. i genuinely hated it. there's a different between a no nonsense therapist and someone being deliberately antagonistic and that definitely erred on the side of the latter imo. she tells him to 'get over it' and mocks him for not reaching out and meeting people. media in general doesn't do a good job of depicting therapy so this is just yet another poor offering into the canon. i'm tired. i want healthy depictions of therapy already. it's supposed to be a supportive environment ffs.

plus she kept calling him james 🤮 genuinely wouldn't be surprised if she turns out to be a bad guy plant. which i think is a cliche at this point? 🤔

bucky's new look. which i know we've seen before now but i've not offered my unsolicited opinion on it. it's just sebastian stan in an ugly leather jacket. it's generic male lead#346. it's broification. someone said they made him look like brock rumlow and now i can't unsee it. 😭 rip to bucky with the good hair. i'd have loved to see him with some curls tbh. or a wave that kind of calls back to his pre-war days. anyway. i digress. character design is 0/10.

would have been nice to see him cut his hair as a marker of him starting a new chapter and coming into his own personhood.

rhodey's disability was just? glossed over? no visible assistive tech at all?

the date. just the fact it was there at all. it was heavy handed and not subtle and we know why they put that in there within the first 10 minutes of bucky's screen time. that's all i'm going to say about it. if you follow me, you know where i stand. we don't need poorly written romance. get it in the bin.

there was no acknowledgement of bucky's relationship with steve. if there was a memorial to be had then bucky should have been there. maybe these will come later but i'm not holding my breath.

is steve dead? i assumed that the party line was that young steve died in the battle and no-one knew about old steve . but did they actually kill steve off-screen? what a kick in the teeth if that's the case. let me just cut open a wound for them to pour the salt straight into, shall i?

things i'm mostly neutral on

john walker. he looks like a cop and his wink at the camera gave me the creeps but i'm interested to see how that pans out. i hope sam beats 50 shades of star spangled shit out of him.

the flag smashers. premise of a world without borders is interesting and a believable concept given what's happened in universe. there's a lot of scope there i think. that said, the name is dumb.

right. i think that covers everything for now. my expectations going in were really low, i won't lie. before the premiere i tried to stay away from the trailers and tv spots and the hype in general so i was pleasantly surprised at how much i enjoyed certain aspects of the show.

in conclusion, some good, some bad, some ugly and i will be cherry picking my favourite nuggets for fic at a later point. also, i'm still a skrull!Steve truther. real steve is chilling with some wakandan goats 😌💖✨

#ali's unsolicited opinions #.txt #tfatws #marvel #tv

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spacestationdaedalus · 3 years

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post-canon JM but make them vigilante monster hunters

never seen a single episode but i think this might be the plot of supernatural? idk i bugged the server with this and now other ppl have to see it.

tw for general monster-related horror and descriptions of it, and very very mild injury

ao3 link here!

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It's late. Again.

She sighs, rubbing at her eyes until starbursts dance in her vision. If her lab manager knew she was in here at god, is it already 3? in the morning, he would probably have a fit. But it's not her fault her work has been so. Uncooperative. Realistically, she could be doing some of this at home, but the lab computer already has everything she needs, and it's so much easier to focus here.

Well. Most of the time.

Her water bottle is still half full, but she decides a walk to the vending machine at the end of the hall would do her some good. She can stretch her legs and get some caffeine at the same time. Best of both worlds.

Right then, a sound cuts through the air. It's a dull roar, crescendoing to a peak that it maintains for a handful of seconds before fading away. As jumpy as she gets this late, she hardly bats an eye as she digs her wallet out of her backpack. It's a common sound to hear in the building, one that you get used to quickly once you spend some time here. The university has a wind tunnel it uses for classes, as well as research. She's seen it before, used it first hand - even down in the basement of the building, the roar of the compressed air tank when the valve is switched practically shakes the foundation. That's how you tell the first years apart from everyone else. They're the ones who jump when they hear it, looking around in confusion, and sometimes fear. But it doesn't take long for it to become background noise.

She's more concerned about the fact that it's so late. Some poor graduate student, down in the basement in the middle of the night running the tunnel instead of sleeping. Or doing literally anything else. Unfortunately, she can relate.

The door shuts with a weighty slam behind her. The silence of the building is even sharper after the echo of the wind, and she fights down the urge to shudder. The hall is long, dark - the university installed motion activated lights in most of the buildings a few years back, and the effect they create as she walks down the hall is surprisingly eerie. The fluorescents flicker on with the faintest clicks and hums as she walks below them, boots clicking against the tile floor. She's a fast walker, always had been - and the incessant sound of her footfalls in the quiet somehow puts her even more on edge.

The pale light from the vending machine reflects against the linoleum in a way that could be inviting. In theory. But it's really more off-putting than anything else, like the sickly glow of a motel sign off of the interstate, flickering a destitute "no vacancy" into the night. The selection is slim, but she punches in the code for an overpriced iced coffee that feels cool and familiar in her hand.

The scream of the wind tunnel comes and goes again, louder, now that she's outside the lab. She can't help the unease creeping down her spine in the wake of its silence. On one hand, it's a comfort to know at least one other person is in the building with her. But even then, the still quiet it leaves behind is always worse, and it sends the hair on the back of her head standing at attention.

It only gets worse as she walks, and she fights the urge to look over her shoulder. Everyone knows the feeling - when you're a kid, and you sneak into the kitchen in the dead of night to get a drink, only to sprint back up to your room as soon as you can because you're so, so sure something is coming for you.

And now that she's thinking about it, she can't not think about it, which is as futile as it is frustrating. She tries to force it down along with the beating of her heart, but the fear simmers beneath the surface like a pot on the stove, two seconds from boiling over. She's already more than halfway back, just a few more seconds and she can slam the lab door shut behind her and feel almost safe.

The roar of the tunnel, again. She can't help the jump, this time, on edge as she is. Strange, they don't usually run it so many times in so few minutes-

A thought comes to her then, without warning, the way they do when you realize you've forgotten something important. She remembers the conversation with striking clarity - Ajay, her roommate, working on a big research project. He needed to test his prototype in the wind tunnel, and he'd lamented to her over dinner the other day that a replacement part they needed downstairs wouldn't arrive until next week. Which sucked, because he has a deadline for a paper submission coming up and needed more data-

Most of this is useless. But she remembers, now, better than anything she ever has, that the wind tunnel hasn't been working all week. The lab is closed, would be until Wednesday, until the new part comes in.

The roaring shriek comes again, pounding against her eardrums in a way it never has before. Oppressive. Almost hungry. It's closer, it's louder.

It's behind her.

She turns. As she chokes on her own heartbeat and sinking dread, she turns.

And something is behind her.

Thin and wrong, inky black and too many limbs. A long torso with a long head attached, crooked on its neck. Gaping white sockets where eyes would, should, be. It has no mouth, and yet she knows with absolute certainty that it was making that sound. A mocking imitation of something so familiar.

And she knows, an anchor sinking into pitch black water, that it's going to kill her.

blood blood i need blood your blood your face you

It's in her head, a voice with no mouth to speak it. She opens her own mouth to scream, but it's useless to her. Nothing comes out, not even air. Maybe she can run, she has to run, has to get away. But she can't bring herself to turn even a sliver from the nightmare in front of her. A deep, primal fear convincing her that the second she can't see that thing is the second it will get her.

Maybe she can run, still, with her eyes on it. But one of her feet finds the other in her panic, and she falls to the floor. She thinks she feels a pain in her wrist, but it's dull and far away. Hardly a blip on the radar of fear fear oh my god what is that thing-

It's coming for her, all bending joints like limbs of a puppet, pulled by invisible strings, limping, creaking in unnatural steps and lunges. Its eyes never once leave her, glued to her in hungry determination. The roar comes again, but it's twisted and warped like scrap metal and just as jagged around the edges.

And then it stops. Not more than ten feet from her. Frozen. She doesn't breathe, she doesn't think she could if she wanted to.

"That's enough."

It's a man's voice, from behind her. She doesn't have it in her to turn around, to look away. But it doesn't matter. Whoever it is god she hopes it's a who and not a what steps up next to her, in front of her. It might not be accurate to say he's shielding her, but he's between her and it, and she doesn't feel relief, but she feels. Safer, somehow.

She's never seen him before. His hair is long, streaked with grey, half tied up in a bun at the back of his head. He's wearing a long dark coat over long dark pants, tucked into black combat boots. And that's really all she can see from the floor.

As he steps forward, the creature seems to recoil. It hisses, maybe, and then another sound follows. A sad remixing of its own imitating screech from before, not quite a howl but more of a cry. It sounds pained, almost, creaking and desperate. Limbs rear up, but amount to nothing. It's an uncoordinated movement as it falls back on something like haunches.

"I'm watching you, now. There's nowhere you can hide from me."

The man's voice sounds strange to her. There's a cracking, almost static quality to it. She has no idea what the man could possibly be doing, but it looks like it's working.

Until it isn't.

The thing writhes and shrieks again, louder. She can feel it down into her bones, scraping at her marrow, god she wants to throw up. The man in front of her staggers slightly. He mutters something like a curse under his breath, brings a hand to his head. The thing is moving again, shambling towards them. It looks weaker, shakier than before but no less threatening. No less horrifying. Maybe even more so, with the look of a sick, maimed animal as it staggers down the street.

She thinks she might be about to pass out with the sudden chill that overtakes her. But the fading of her vision never comes, and is that. Her breath? She can see it in the air in front of her, condensing like it does on cold winter mornings. With a blink she realizes there's a fog as well, come seemingly from nothing. It's thick and low-hanging, coating the floor of the hall and swirling upwards. It chills her exposed skin, goosebumps racing up and down her arms.

She assumes the thing must be doing this, a defense mechanism or something, but it's slower than before. Subdued. It's still making its way toward them, but it looks lost, like a fawn trying to walk on new legs.

Until another man comes from an adjoining hallway, and bashes its head in with a baseball bat.

It's a solid hit, and the thing goes down almost immediately. The man, the new one, gives another swing, and another, and a few more, for good measure. His bat is slick with something dark and oily. And then the thing is still.

It's quiet for a second, two, then-

"Excellent timing as always, dear." The staticy click of the first man's voice is gone. He sounds out of breath, even though he hardly moved.

The second man laughs, and the cold and the fog seems to fade with it. He's bigger than the first man, taller. He's wearing a bomber jacket over a nondescript t-shirt, fingerless gloves and jeans frayed at the edges. Like he just walked out of an action movie. Or a horror movie. With the thing laying at his feet, the second might be more fitting.

"That was cutting it a little close, Jon. We knew it was with the Stranger, that it could fight you off-"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Martin. That's what the bat is for, after all. The Lonely was probably a bit overkill, though."

"It's not overkill if we don't get ourselves maimed, Jon-"

The first man - Jon, apparently - turns to her then. His face is scarred, and dark shadows hang under oddly bright green eyes. But his gaze isn't unkind as he looks down at her.

"Sorry, are you alright? I was hoping we could take care of this when everyone was gone, but-" He laughs darkly. "Well, I was in university once, I should have known at least one student would still be here in the middle of the night, even on the weekend."

The man going by Martin walks over, as Jon extends a hand to help her up. She's lost all hope of her brain trying to process what's happening but step one can at least be get off the floor. But she can't even do that properly. The hand she raises is the same one she fell on, and the twinge from her wrist shoots up her arm almost immediately in a shout for attention.

It must show on her face too, because Jon makes a sound and then Martin's asking her, "Oh, are you hurt?"

"Uh, n-no, I mean…'s just, uh, my wrist. Kinda, fell on it funny." Her voice isn't exactly steady, but it's a far cry from where she was expecting it to be. At least she's orbiting the realm of comprehensible.

Martin crouches next to her. Up close she can see his face in more detail - his eyes are a slate grey, like the fog from before. But they're kind, wrinkled at the edges when he smiles softly at her. "Mind if I take a look?"

She's not exactly in a position to say no, so she gingerly holds her arm out. His hands are rough, calloused, but surprisingly gentle as they probe her wrist. She can't stop the trembling, now, completely unrelated to the pain.

"It's a sprain." Jon says, laced with certainty somewhere above her.

Martin sighs, long-suffering. "Thank you, Jon, I was getting to that."

"Just trying to help." She can't see him, but she can practically hear the cheeky smile tacked to the end of that sentence.

"As much as I hate saying it, he's right." Martin eyes her with something close to humor, like they're in on a joke together. He shrugs a backpack off of his shoulders, rummages through it with one hand. "I think we have some elastic bandages left for something like this…"

"Front pocket." Jon says again. He's moved closer to the thing, the corpse, it must be, now. He's turned away from her, and she can't see his face.

"Thank you, love."

"Of course."

"Um-" She cuts in suddenly, her nerves and panic getting the best of her. Martin looks up from her hand, and Jon turns back to glance at her.

"Sorry, uh, I just- what the fuck was that?"

"I'd tell you not to worry yourself over it, but I don't think that's much of an answer." Jon says, coming back towards them. He crouches down before he continues. "Let's just say this is...our day job."

"It is three in the morning, though."

"That would be the, colloquial use of the term, Martin."

"Just saying." With Martin in front of her she can actually see the cheeky grin, this time.

He uses the bandage to wrap her wrist. It smarts a bit, but the pressure helps. He's clearly adept enough to do this and talk at the same time, because he cuts in next. "We're here to make sure things like that-" he gestures with a nod of his head. "-don't hurt anyone."

Her mouth is full of sawdust. "W- what, like, monsters and shit?" She always did swear a lot when she was stressed.

"More or less."

"If it's any consolation," Jon says. "These things aren't exactly...common. You have to have a special kind of luck to run into something like this."

Yeah, luck.

He sighs, then. He looks tired. "I'm so sorry. If it means anything. This isn't the kind of thing you'll be able to just forget, or-"

"That's why we're here." Martin cuts in. He's finished with her wrist, neatly wrapped and held in place with little wire clips. "To try to stop stuff like this from happening, before it happens. Sorry we were late."

It's not a stretch to imagine what would have happened if they hadn't shown up even later, or not at all. But it's something she will try very, very hard not to think about.

She swallows. "I guess...thank you, then."

"Of course."

The adrenaline and sudden lack thereof leaves her with a jittery exhaustion deep in her core. But she has so many questions, how could she not-

A chill, and a rush of wind and waves hit her before she can get another word out. It's gone as quickly as it had come, so much so she thinks she imagined it. But suddenly, she's alone.

The men going by Jon and Martin and the misshapen corpse of that thing are gone. The hall is just as it had been before, dim lights and freshly polished tile. No sign of anything, or anyone. Except for her.

She knows with crushing certainty that it wasn't a dream. Couldn't be a dream. But she knows that's what people will tell her. So she says nothing. She says nothing, and hopes nothing ever leads her to cross paths with those two ever again.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #tma fics #my writing #wrote this at 4 in the morning and realized i actually vibed w it so here we are

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marveliciousloki · 2 years

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My "Marvel Cinematic Universe's Everyone lives AU" Sediments

Okay so I'm working on how to make an AU for Marvel where everyone lives while changing the littlest things. It's just for fun so I don't want to hear the "oh that's not possible" 'kay?! Spoilers of the movies up to the Hawkeye series... I think, not of NWH tho.

Pietro – Quicksilver STATUS: ALIVE

This one's easy, just

A) make him be just a teeeeeny tiny bit faster

B) Changing his position to have him also shielded by the car.

Moving on.

Like, please our baby girl Wanda deserves less trauma as much as Pietro deserved to live.

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To justify his lack of action I would argue that he was kinda on team Iron-Man in the sense that he did sign the Sokiovia agreements in an attempt to protect Wanda like "fine, I'll sign but don't do anything to my sister".

But just didn't join the fight because he didn't trust Tony or Cap yet.

And then since Wanda had run away just lived a normal life until the blip which affected him as well.

Loki Odinson / Laufeyson STATUS: ALIVE

Don't attack Thanos with a butter knife.

Basically what Classic!Loki suggested, making Thanos he really died.

MOVING ON!

But he was blipped so he was thought dead for the 5 years so Thor’s depression arc still exists in this AU.

But he’s a god so wether he goes back to his old physique or not is up to you

Personally I say he he does because Loki’s teasing was too annoying and I know that him being fat is not a bad thing because being fat isn't bad, BUT for Thor's particular it is a reflection of his damaged emotional state, so him getting fit again would be the closing of his greiving, leaving that stage of his life behind. You know?

The series event take place in another time line shut it.

Vision STATUS: ALIVE... Again

Okay, so he is the only one I have no idea how to revive myself.

Like, to keep things closest canon I don't think I can do shit since he's technically revived already (you know, the Casper Vison now has all of the OG's memories).

I'm gonna guess this will eventually happen in canon (glares at Marvel) but like Wanda will somehow project the conciousness of the WandaVision!Vision onto this one and HOPEFULLY have it repainted.

So... yeah, that. Simple.

Natasha Romanoff – Black Widow STATUS: ALIVE

As I was writing this I thought... hmm, this seems familiar.

And it was.

Basically what How It Should Have Ended suggested.

Kill off Red Skull. The riddle said "A soul for a soul" not "the person you love the most and who so conviniently came with you".

I genuinely think mf was there to discourage people from getting the stone and if someone was smart enough to be the token.

OKAY DONE!

Tony Stark – Iron Man STATUS: ALIVE

HAVE SOMEONE ELSE DO THE SNAP! TONY YOU HAD A FLYING SUIT TAKE THE STONES TO SOMEONE ELSE!

There were a lot of possible suitors, Thor, Hulk/Bruce again (but also no), Carol, T'CHALLA WHO ALLEGEDLY HAS A SUIT THAT COULD'VE ABSORBED THE DAMAGE

Sources: only this it's probably FAKE BUT MY POINT STANDS.

Someone else do the snap, I feel like Carol could take it if she's one of the buffest MCU characters in terms of power.

Steve Rogers – Captain America STATUS: YOUNG

Selfish prick you said you didn't want that life in Age of Ultron why did you lie.

Kidding, love you Steve.

OR EVEN BETTER GRAB PEGGY AND YEET BACK TO THE FUTURE.

Oh but the TVA...! TVA'S GONE HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Bucky and Tony are right there too if you'd like a non-canonical love interest UmU

Bruce Banner & The Hulk STATUS: SEPARATED AND HEALTHY (NOT BURNED ARM)

I HATE I repeat I HATE the fusion of these two.

DON'T. SIMPLE. YOU ALREADY GOT ALONG.

I love how Marvel is already taking it back like "we made a mistake..."

Also... Idk, I wonder if someone fake could've done the snap like F.R.I.D.A.Y. or again, get Wakandan tech since Steve was already buddy buddies with the fallen king and I highly doubt they would've said no to bringing T'Challa back.

And... honestly I want to think Hulk regeneration factor IS kicking in but the damage was too bad so it's taking longer.

Clint Barton – Hawkeye STATUS: PARTIALLY RETIRED

I have nothing I just want him to still be a part-time hero.

Training Kate and being a happy Avenger with Nat and his other new adopted sister Yelena.

#mcu #marvel #marvel headcanons #marvel au #ducky writes

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renawaywithme · 3 years

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🏆and 💎

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Gonna surprise you all by saying it is NOT Frayed. While that is easily my most popular and supported fic, I am most proud of my own TMNT AU: Solitude. The amount of time and research that went into creating the boys and their little quirks (Leo and Mikey having larger lungs, Raph having a bite force of 3,700 PSI, Donnie peeing when threatened - okay that one stopped when he turned seven, but still relates to his species) AND the world building and backstory I made for them all are just things I put my heart and soul into and was immensely proud of the outcome. It also gave me opportunities to work with artists such as hecate, Blip (@bantamblip ), Mori (@morikothehalfangel ) and Char (@characcoon) and those experiences themselves were fantastic, each art made me sob. I love the boys and the story I created and could ramble for hours about them, and I'm so excited to show the outcome of their story (which I'll link at the end for anyone interested).

Outside of TMNT, I wrote a fic called Legacy for a different fandom and my writing was at it's peak for that time frame. That was an AU/concept as well and was popular in the very small fanbase, but that was mainly because it was one out of like... 15 chapter books for the canon series LMAO

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ANGST. ANGST ANGST ANGST, ESPECIALLY WHEN THERE'S COMFORT AT THE END. All of my solitude one shots are angst/comfort - Mikey getting his arm broken, Leo getting the dragon carved into his soft shell, Donnie hibernating (which isn't finished yet). Idk why I like stories that start with people in pain, but I adore the endings where they heal and find their strength again. I usually take a break from the angst/comfort with normal fluff, but I tend to lean towards that style of writing in my own stories as well.

Although it really could be water downed to: Turtle is hurt, but we get a pile at the end

#ask game

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half-up-half-super-depressed · 3 years

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WOWWW (minor spoilers for Ep. 5)

Okay so WandaVision Ep5 officially blew my brain, but the one thing I haven't seen anyone mention yet is that we know how old Wanda is now.

So Jimmy in the debriefing confirmed that Wanda and Pietro were born in 1989, meaning that they were 10 in 1999 which was when the bomb dropped on their house.

Age of Ultron I believe takes place canonically in 2015, meaning that the twins were 26 in that film (give or take a few months depending on when their birthday is).

Meaning she's 29 in Infinity War, and technically 34 in WandaVision (although because of the Blip she's still 29, maybe 30 if her birthday was in between Endgame and the start of the show).

Idk about anyone else but I always took the twins to be like, late teens, very early 20s in AoU and Civil War, mostly because of Clint's "you wanna mope, you can go to high school" line from Civil War.

Oh well, they probably based it off Elizabeth Olsen's birthday, since she was born in 1989 as well.

#wandavision #wanda maximoff #wandavision spoilers #wanda and pietro

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deathonholiday · 3 years

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Anyone watch Wanda Vision? Got a ThanZag au based off that.

So the story starts off in the modern world. Than finally moves back into town after a long business trip and he and Zag are hanging out before Zag finally confesses he likes him. Than is surprised but he reciprocated and says he likes Zag too, and have for a long time.

They're happy and tell everyone. Hades even pats Zag on the shoulder and congratulates him and says how proud he is of Zag and then laughs heartily. Hades momentarily frowns so Zag asks what's wrong? Hades shakes his head and says it's nothing, he must he getting old. He was just momentarily dizzy.

Zag is on cloud 9 as he and Than go on dates and slowly transitioning from friends to lovers. Zag occasionally goes home to visit his parents. Hades is always there, and Zag asks how his mom? Hades says she's fine, just resting... Hades frowns again. Zag brings up the name Persephone and Hades snaps and tells Zag not to say that name in this House! Zag stares at Hades and Hades stares back. Horrified, Hades looks around and asks Zag what has he done? Then, all of a sudden, Hades blips out of existence. The blank look on Zag's face disappears and he goes about his day saying, "I guess I'm on my own while the parents are traveling" like Hades didn't just vanish all of a sudden.

(Nyx also quickly caught onto what's going on, but she doesn't confront Zag like Hades. She subtly drops hints that there's something wrong with this world).

Long story short, due to something idk what yet, Zag ends up creating a pocket dimension and sucked all the denizens of the Underworld into it. They become part of his "ideal world". If something happens he doesn't like, he subconsciously "rewinds" them until they say what he wants to hear. Or in the case of Hades, if they threaten to break his immersion, they get kicked out.

Zag isn't doing this on purpose at all. It's his subconscious at play. Ppl who are observation or have really strong willpower notice the discrepancies faster. However, in the case of Than, he LIKED this ideal world Zag created where they're lovers, where Zag won't leave him ever. Than is completely immersed in this world as Zag and wants it to be real too.

And then BOOM when the pocket dimension falls apart, we're back in canon game setting. We're back in ancient Greece and Zag still has to escape to find his mother.

:'D you get both modern and ancient Greece setting. Two for one.

#thanzag #mypost #zagreus #hades spoiler

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friendofspidermannedleeds · 3 years

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Michelle Jones for your ask game if it hasn't been asked yet! Xxxx

WOOHOO buckle up friends!!

Why I like them

MJ is such a boss. I love how she just does what she wants to do (reading/pressing her book in gym instead of doing the situps, anyone?) and just says what she wants to say (”Am I?” *crunches toast*). I love that she knows obscure and disturbing facts about history. I love that she isn’t afraid to say what needs to be said (”I don’t really want to celebrate something that was built by slaves”).

I also love that, in FFH, we see that she’s not just the apathetic, tough exterior that she puts on. She’s not just the no-nonsense, blunt person everyone sees. She’s also so soft!! And it’s delightful, because she can be both!! And she IS both!! And we LOVE her for that!!

Why I don’t

Yeah this doesn’t really apply. Can’t say I don’t like our girl.

I will say this, with a healthy little dose of shame--I wasn’t crazy about her in Homecoming. I left the theater like, “I was all excited to see Zendaya and all I got was like five lines? I need more from this enigma!” (Little did I know fandom got to work creating an entire background and last name for our girl, but I wasn’t here then, so I digress...) But then I saw FFH and we got to see way more or her and I was like “I LOVE HER I LOVE HER” and can now re-watch Homecoming and realize I was such a dunce not to adore everything about her way back then.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

Favorite scene is for SURE Tower Bridge!! The way she just launches herself at Peter?? Her little nervous kiss?? The way she tells him she wasn’t just watching him because he was Spider-Man?? “I like it better broken??” Her little shy smile?? WHEN SHE TAKES THE MACE AND SAYS “JUST IN CASE” AND THEN SMILES AT PETER OVER HER SHOULDER?? Listen I can’t even stand how sweet that entire scene was.

Favorite season/movie

Far From Home cause we actually got to see her for more than a few passing moments!!

Favorite line

“I’m messing with you. You look pretty too.” 😍😭

Favorite outfit

I love her “Votes for Women” shirt!!

OTP

PETER AND MJ 5EVER PLZ AND THNK U

Brotp

MJ and Ned!! FOS Squad forever!!

Head Canon

Got lots of little ones, here’s one of them--after The Blip, Peter hugged her cause he was just so relieved one of his friends was alive and at this point she’d been crushing on him HARD for like 1.5 years at least but he wasn’t there yet so she was just like adsjkadnhsakh and he thought nothing of it.

Unpopular opinion

I literally cannot think of something to put here 😂 idk if this is unpopular but, as a tall woman myself, I’d love to see MJ wearing something other than flat converse in SM3 so she can actually be noticeably taller than Peter rather than having Zendaya in Chucks and Tom in heeled stuff. I just think it’d be great because MJ as a character would not be one of those girls who’s embarrassed about being taller than her man! (And I guess I put this here cause I saw ppl when FFH came out saying it was cool of Marvel to have her noticeably taller than Peter but like. I didn’t see it that way. I saw attempts to make her look not too tall tbh lol)

A wish

Just more content in SM3 in general?? Like please make Dr. Strange’s appearance a small cameo and make MJ’s presence a constant and important thing?? Let her and Peter grow together!!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

Don’t you DARE introduce a character named Mary Jane and give the racists something to run with. MJ IS MJ.

5 words to best describe them

Tenacious, smart, principled, observant, soft.

My nickname for them

I don’t think I have one?? Unless MJ counts?

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Ask me to rant about a character if you want! :)

#thank you for asking dear friend!!#i-lovethatforme #ask games #ask game #michelle jones

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wiredandrewired · 5 years

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Was trying to actually work on something but my brain is stuck on loop. So instead I’m gonna make a post of the Voltron stuff sitting unposted in my writing WIP folder to help me organize my thoughts.

I guess since I’m posting this, if you have anything you wanna say/ask about any of these feel free. I respond well to outside interest.

1. Project ReVolt is without a doubt the project I’ve posted about the most here. And talked about in random tags. And tangents. Originally it was just the name the project had in my internal brain filing cabinet but it’s kind of spread and stuck to where my wife and I just refer to it as that when we talk about it.

ReVolt is basically going to be a VLD series rewrite more along the lines of how my wife and I would have done it or at least liked to see it done. In some places it will probably stick pretty damn close to the events of the series canon, but in others go completely off the deep end. We’re each going to be doing one, so a lot of the headcanon and worldbuilding and such that we’ve worked out together in various other stories and RPs will be consistent between the two stories, but it will also give us a place to veer out and do things without the others’ input (as we’re not gonna let each other see our fics until they post, tee hee). I’ve done a SHITPOT of rules and infrastructure work using actual alchemy tracts to try and make sense of the series’ largely Powers As The Plot Demands system, and am pretty convinced I’m going to A)fall hard into my very common Esoterica Ranting Mode pitfall and B)enrage literally everyone who reads it with my character and plot choices. Most conservative estimate says this will be six ‘books’ long as again, we’re doing literally the entire series. Current status: at the ‘ridiculously large amount of notes and setting up actual arcs and outlines’ stage, and waiting for the wife to finish ‘Happier HOPEless’.

2. There Are No Monsters Here is a fic I really want to do but cannot seem to get off the ground, set to take place entirely in the ‘last universe’ from season 8--the one native-Honerva died in and crazed-death-god-Honerva picked out as her ideal and tried to wedge herself into. I guess the basic idea was that, like the ‘main’ universe, it got rebuilt pretty much as it was prior to Nightmare Mom Ruining Everything, and I have it with no one fully remembering the events of season 8 that took place there, but characters really closely tied to those events having some itching feeling that something happened, and all the Altean alchemists agreeing that some kind of massive quantum Event certainly occurred even if they don’t know what.

Mostly the story exists as a place for me to have a canon-compliant AU that still lets me explore stuff like Altean history, the racial and cultural tensions of the Coalition, dink around with Oldadins that DON’T die in one fell swoop, a living Daibazaal and Altea, Lotor growing up with a decent-but-not-without-strains relationship with his dad, teen Allura and tiny Lotor being absolute shits to each other while also coming to terms as they grow up with who and what they MUST be both on a political and quantum scale, and generally prove that even a perfect universe isn’t, all in one place. The title is entirely facetious, and anyone who’s read any of my alien culture headcanons for this series knows that. Lol. Current status: lots of bits and pieces, but no good beginning or connective tissue. I have a lot of notes, some arc outlines, and a few scattered scenes and bits of dialogue from later in the story, but my god, I CANNOT get it off the ground.

3. Someone Must Get Hurt (But It Won’t Be Me) is supposed to be a pretty wholly Honerva-centric fic that starts...sometime in her youth?...and carries forward to an as-yet-undetermined point. Probably her death. I mean the first one. I’m not sure. Another chance to dig my fingers into Altean culture and Alchemy, this time leading up to All The Bad Shit That Happened, with the added bonus of being done from a focal point of a character I have a lot of really strong feelings about both positive and negative that’s resulted in me somehow being EVEN MORE wrapped up in her than I was before I added abject knee-jerk trauma hatred to the mix. In no way meant to make Honerva more sympathetic, I think I just want to write her even more like my mother so I’ll feel EVEN BETTER about killing her? Idk man my feelings about her are so complicated. Also an excuse to write a shitpot of her and Zarkon because listen, I’m really glad they’re married because I ship them so fuckin hard. Current Status: SO many notes. SO much infrastructure. Like three pages of an opening I’m almost definitely throwing away because I can’t decide where, when, or how to open but feel like this isn’t it. One short but very telling scene of Honey and Zarkon from late in the story. I’m obsessed with it but I can’t get anywhere.

4. Currently Untitled Demon Hunter AU started because my wife talks to me about Happier HOPEless a LOT and I just got an itch in my bones to work on one myself. In spite of the entire Demon Hunter AU thing getting started by a prompt on a Shance blog, neither Shiro nor Lance are set to appear for at least a chapter? And I am not confident in my ability to not veer off into utter non-shipping anyway because man, am I bad at it. Or like...just an entirely different ship for either or both of them. Current Status: A lot of vague notes, a POWERFUL urge to structure the chapters and overall arc after Ripley’s Gates even though that limits my chapter count and means I will DEFINITELY have 20k+ word chapters, and about seven pages of the first chapter so I guess I’m committed now?

5. Currently Untitled Post Series Fic basically exists for me to vent my frustrations about two main things: The Universe is Fucking Huge And There Are Dangers Other Than Galra, and The Galra Empire Was Huge and Is Not Going To All Fall In Line Behind Voltron Coalition and Especially Behind Keith Who Just Arbitrarily Fucking Decided To Tell Them They Couldn't Pick A New Leader According To Their Own Traditions And Need To Do What They’re Told Now What The Fuck. Also there was a lot of stuff in the series that got left hanging, and while ReVolt is an IN-series fix-it fic, I wanted something that patched up loose ends in a way that was satisfactory to me but also kind of canon-compliant. Current Status: A lot of notes and screaming. No one has seen my progress on this and they might never.

6. Dog Runs And Death Dreams is a warmup file turned deeply self-indulgent series of scenes in which I choose to assume that Shiro’s rare neuromuscular disorder was left so ambiguous so I could plug the symptoms of mine into it. It’s genuinely not any deeper than that. The whole thing is set pre-Kerberos, and includes copious Shiro x Adam content because of it, but also not the kind that makes me feel good about writing because that means it includes the ‘slow fizzle’ that leads up to their breakup before the mission. Ugh. Working on it does make me feel better when I've been having symptoms, though, and I’ve been letting myself write it, unchastised, in a really loose rambly way that I usually deride myself for. It’s just cathartic. Current Status: no notes, no plan, just strain-writing between seizures, but somehow it feels like it has some kind of structure and just keeps growing? Possibly too close to the bone for me to ever post.

7. Birth and Rebirth was born out of two things: the fact that Zarkon is shown to have two ENTIRELY DIFFERENT reactions to first being presented with his baby son in different flashbacks and different seasons, and the fact that in spite of the flashbacks we get at the end of the series, earlier on, the impression I got of Lotor and Zarkon’s relationship wasn’t of a young man who had never had affection from his father, but who had instead lost it. Well, three things: I have a lot of underlying issues at work, at play, and at large when it comes to the Galra Imperial Family. Also, anyone notice the monitor blips in the first baby Lotor flashbacks indicate a heart murmur? Anyway, it was supposed to be a thoroughly self-indulgent and thoroughly self-hurtful examination of Lotor’s early life and the death by degrees of what was left of his father in the husk Rift Adventures left behind, but I got stuck on it a little way in. Current Progress: ten pages, a lot of notes, and some wistfulness. I keep hoping I’ll get inspired to pick it back up again. Contemplating rewriting some of the beginning, maybe it’ll help?

Bonus entry that is not actually in any form of progress soever:

50/50 Voltron Trashfire Edition is spawned from the ‘50/50′ challenge on an old TF board I used to haunt. It’s a fifty-prompt smut challenge using the list of ‘50 reasons to have sex’ from some tv show, and the idea is to write a different ship for every prompt (hence the name). My wife is blazing through it and has several (like twelve?) up on her AO3, but I’ll be utterly blunt: I haven’t written fifty porn fics in my LIFE. Over ALL my fandoms. Current Status: Literally all I have done is assign a ship to each prompt, and I might actually have some prompts with just question marks beside them still. I have one aborted start to one entry. That’s it. It’s not happening. But the empty file is technically in the folder, SO.

#things Rewire Writes #disregard I'm decompiling #writing woes #fanfiction: the struggle #the state of the rest of these makes me a little worried about Revolt tbh #I need to unclog the writing pen in my brain

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