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madelynraemunson · 23 days

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I’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but if you are, would you be willing to do an Eddie x reader oneshot/short series based on Sober + Sober II by Lorde? The idea is stuck in my head but I trust you to execute it more than anyone else <3

hngnngh comfort eddie please save me comfort eddie

music is such an important part of life, and a vital part of story-telling in my eyes. so thank you for this!!<3

will you sway with me? go astray with me?

bartender!situationship?eddie x fem!billy's girlfriend!reader

CW: alcoholism, mentions of heavy drinking/alcoholism, fluff, angst, established abusive relationship btwn reader & billy, reader has a bruised face, eddie getting touchy feely; city divider by @emeraldurafreak

WC: 1.4K words

12:00 MIDNIGHT

Oh how fast the evening passes…

“Do I need to cut you off, Munson?”

“Funny. I thought you already did.”

Eddie had been drinking with customers all night and — to his surprise — so have you.

He was shocked to see your face. Especially since you've spent all week avoiding him (and The Hideout) like the plague. For a moment he even thought you ditched him for a cooler bartender and some cooler pub down the way. But the reason behind the week long absence soon registers with Eddie — when he sees the black and blue that decorate your cheekbones, poorly hidden by your blotchy layers of cheap, Dollar General concealer.

God fucking dammit, Eddie thinks to himself. He hit her again.

The grip on his washcloth tightens as he watches you saunter over, looking for your vice to band-aid the problem (like you always fucking do).

Unfortunately as a bartender, it's Eddie's job to deal you some cheap booze, strike up a superficial conversation, and cut you off only when he saw fit. He was to cater to your drinking needs whether he thought it was a good idea or not. And for a while it did start out that way. Until his smitten ass got to know you. Now Eddie always your best interests at heart. And it appears like he's the only one who seems to.

“Your usual, sweetheart?”

“Yes please,” you drunkenly slur. “If you don’t mind...”

He's always going to be more than a bartender to you. And you're more than just a patron to him. Often times, when you get in a fight with your abusive fuck of a boyfriend Billy, you'll find yourself at The Hideout, in the comfort of Eddie's arms, slow dancing to all your favorite songs two hours past closing time while Billy blows up your phone.

A cocktail for disaster for sure.

Eddie knows not to ask. It's a rule in his doctrine pertaining to you, an unspoken loyalty — communicated through swift eye contact — that implies YOU KNOW that EDDIE KNOWS what’s up.

And the more he's gotten to know the complexities of you, the more he's fallen in love.

Despite you breaking all of Eddie's rules about the notion though, Eddie knows that you two could never work. You're gonna keep forgiving Billy. And Eddie will keep picking up the broken pieces... waiting agonizingly long periods here and there wondering if you made it out unscathed or not. It's part of the reason he drinks so much as well, but he'll never admit it. It's a vicious fucking cycle. Eddie's accepted it at this point.

Still doesn’t make it hurt any less. And as much as Eddie wanted to figuratively storm the castle, run up to your tower, and break your ass on out of there, Eddie knows that leaving Billy is ultimately up to you.

The bartender goes to pour you your usual neat shot of "Jack Daniels" while you sit across from him. He's most definitely cutting you off. And when you're as wasted as you are right now, Coca Cola tastes just like liquor.

"Mm!" you cheer as you sip the soda-in-disguise. "Hits the spot. Thank you Eddie."

Amused with himself, he snorts. "Anytime, darlin'."

He goes to clink your glass with his beer bottle, then makes an effort to tell you it's his fourth Wildflower Ale, a sour beer that definitely did not seem like something he would like.

“Odd," you observe. "Always thought you were more of a mead guy.”

He smirks. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”

You shrug.

“I dunno…” a flirty hum escapes your lips. “It’s very… medieval times-y. I can picture the knights in shining armor going to their pubs. Grabbin' mead with one another…"

His cheeks a tinted pink now, Eddie chuckles down at the counter.

"Jesting with one another… preparing for battle…"

“I’m a knight in shining armor?” Eddie blushes at you.

You trail off there, hoping that he gets the rest of the picture.

“I should stop talking.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, confused and a little disheartened by the way you shut yourself down simply for explaining yourself again. “No. No, I like when you talk.”

King and Queen of the weekend.

As the last of the five drunks stumble out of the bar, Eddie begins to wrap up his closing, finalizing everything at the register and cleaning up the champagne glasses. You watch him as he pops his hip to the right in attempts to switch on the stereo that he had authority over at the end of every shift.

Atmospheric music sounds through the speakers. Meanwhile, Eddie's enamored eyes trail back over to you.

"I can think of another way to get your mind off things," Eddie smiles. "And they don't involve alcohol. Don't involve talking either if you aren't up for it."

Heat settles at your cheeks "Our usual?"

"On the house," he insists.

He nears you now, extending a hand to you to guide you off the elevated bar stool and safely to the ground.

"M'lady," he jests.

You fall into him almost immediately, giving all of you to him in the form of a long overdue hug. The musky pine and cool mint of his fragrance seduces you, his beer breath strangely giving you the same amount of comfort that a warm blanket would. For the first time in days, you finally felt safe.

There’s a distant gaze in Eddie’s fawning eyes as he stares dreamily at your lips. Grazing the small of your back as you two sway, he allows you to nuzzle your head against the crook of his warm neck.

“I hate when you make yourself small," he croaks against you.

You draw a shaky breath, allowing the music and booze to liquidate into your bloodstream as you continue to melt into Eddie. He squeezes you tighter, delicately resting his chin atop your head.

“I’d ask why you do it, but… I think I know the answer.”

“Yeah," you mumble.

“You guys gotten better?”

"Not exactly."

It eats at him, knowing he can't save you unless you wanted to be. You've always been a regular who drank often, but watching you full on spiral into alcoholism as a form of escape gnawed at Eddie's conscience. Especially since he felt like he was feeding it. The guilt of going behind Billy's back probably consumed you on top of everything else you had to deal with.

But Eddie doesn't know the real reason behind why you drink. You drink to go back in time. Back to when you feel okay. Because every time alcohol touches the tip of your tongue, you're whisked back here. Where you feel most safe. You've broken so many rules to be in the presence of Eddie Munson, but you never regret it when you look back because you've never felt this good when remaining 'compliant'.

The cheeky bartender proceeds to go lower, testing his boundaries as the song continues on by softly squeezing your hips with his calloused hands. A tear escapes his eye, quite possibly due to his fear that he probably won't remember this when he wakes up tomorrow afternoon.

"Just say the word and I'll back off," Eddie says to you.

You swallow hard. "Never."

Eds cracks you another smile before luring you further into his grasp.

“Leave him,” he whispers. “Be with me instead.”

"When I'm ready," is what you end up telling him all the time. It still feels like the very first time whenever you say it though. "And when I'm sober."

That's another thing about rules. They're made to be broken. And no memorable hero was ever well behaved.

You end up staying for a couple of hours again. Billy, for some reason doesn't call, and your brain shuts down the desire to even know why. All you were focused on anyways was Eddie and how safe you felt beside him.

"This never happened?" he questions you, scanning the look on your face for an answer.

"Nope," you shake your head discreetly. "Never."

And when you two sober up, you turn the music off, help Eddie stack the chairs, give him a passionate, grateful peck on the lips before heading out...back to home...back to familiarity.

Eddie watches you leave, taking a long anxious drag of his cigarette as your car drives off. When you're out of sight, he rests a hand over his heart, praying to whatever is out there to make sure that there will be another opportunity dance again in the near future.

We pretend that we just don’t care.

But we care.

What will we do when we’re sober?

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saiidahyunie · 4 months

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keep your eyes and lend me your ears

yoo jeongyeon x reader ; fluff

synopsis: love comes in many ways for a couple, even if that's a simple trip to the beach with jeongyeon.

wc: 4.4k

warnings: not proofread ; jeongyeon has a hearing disability

a/n: currently sick atm but i was able to pump this out for you guys to enjoy :) this also means i have works for all 9 members on my blog!

also i don't know how people with hearing impairments are so i don't want to offend anyone but pls let me know if i do

(the bold text is what said in sign language btw)

—

even though you had told jeongyeon over a thousand times that you were okay with going to the beach in the brisk cold of fall and you had been doing these small trips for like forever, she still had her doubts.

standing by the door, coby’s leash in her hand as she adjusted her hat in the mirror. you shut the door to your bedroom and leaned against the wall in the hallway, admiring the cute scene happening in front of you.

no matter where you and jeongyeon were going, she always managed to look beyond stunning, the way her outfits always matched the seasons, she also put in the effort to match at least one article of clothing with coby. this time, the hat she wore this time was in a light caramel color, just like the fur on coby.

it has been five years since you and jeongyeon started dating and ever since then, each passing day has always been the best. you and jeongyeon met at a party hosted by one of your friends in the summer, celebrating her graduation from her master’s program. from one corner of the room, you spotted her with a smile across her face and from that second you set eyes on her, you couldn’t stop staring.

—

“momo! who’s that girl standing there next to the dj?” you nudged the host of the party, one of your closest friends since middle school. momo swiveled her head around, raising a perked eyebrow at you.

“there’s at least 20 people crowding the dj right now y/n, you gotta help me out here.”

you closed your eyes in annoyance and pointed to the slightly taller girl with dark brown hair who was wrapped up in a conversation with one of momo’s coworkers.

“the girl with the brown hair?” momo squinted to see who you were pointing at despite having 20/20 vision. you shook your head again, knowing that she was messing with you.

“no the guy with the black cap. yes! the girl with the dark brown hair. what’s her name? you ask, draping your arm around momo’s shoulder and leaning against her, eyes still fixated on the beautiful brunette.

“oh why didn’t you say anything?” momo laugs as she brushes your arm off, slapping your arm playfully. “that’s yoo jeongyeon. she’s one of the new assistant professors in the marine biology department.”

you nodded with your mouth open, impressed by her occupation at momo’s university and her striking side profile. momo dashed her eyes at you, spinning around to face you with a pouty look on her face.

“why do you want to know? you like her don’t ya?” you tried to hide the glaringly obvious, but the blush petering through your face and up to your cheeks sold the whole act. “oh you totally have something going on for her! what’s with you huh?! you haven’t even talked to her and you’re red as a pepper. i can introduce you two if you want.”

before you could go against momo’s plan of action, she was already calling jeongyeon over, waving her hands to draw more attention to herself and you, the red pepper. the attempts to stop momo as she frantically waves her arms up in the air, not wanting to attract more people’s attention in the party and your growing embarrassment.

jeongyeon notices momo and excused herself from the conversation, weaving her way through the small sea of groups surrounding the kitchen. she slowly made her way toward the two of you and you felt your heart racing instantaneously. in a matter of a few moments, you were a few feet away from one of the most drop dead beautiful people you had laid your eyes on in your life.

“hey momoring! what’s up?” just from speaking four words, you could immediately tell that jeongyeon was one of the brightest people in the world. her smile never faded even through her brief and funny exchange with momo. you hadn’t bothered introducing yourself to her yet, content with the interaction that was happening in front of you and even if you did try to say something, it wouldn’t be ineligible to understand at all.

“oh by the way this is y/n! she hasn’t met you yet and spotted you when you were talking to sunoo. i thought that the two of you could get along well.” momo stepped to your right side, elbowing you after three seconds of silence.

“i-i’m y/n!” you smiled as you internally broke down. momo only said your name and that was all that you could say to jeongyeon? real smooth of you.

jeongyeon lightly laughed as she put her hand out for you, shaking it as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear, revealing a bright pink hearing aid. this caught your attention as you flashed a glance at it. “it’s nice to meet you. momo told me a little bit about you so it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

you groaned out slightly as you rolled your eyes. you look to the side only to see that momo had disappeared from your line of sight, giving a thumbs up to you before momo turned back around to continue her conversation with one of your friends.

“well i hope it was good things, but knowing momo i’m pretty she’s told you everything about me. good and bad.”

—

fall and winter were two of your favorite seasons in the year and even though you had a slight distaste for the cold. the favoritism of these colder months may or may not have happened if it weren’t for jeongyeon wearing the cutest and coziest outfits, but you didn’t bother wondering anyway.

arriving at the beach, you parked your car in the empty lot. since it was fall, the beach wasn’t the ideal place to be. you didn't mind however in fact, you kind of enjoyed it. sure going into the water would increase the odds of getting sick, but it was just you and jeongyeon with the whole beach to yourselves and so many options for parking areas.

you got out of the car and opened the trunk, fishing coby’s leash, your german shepherd, before he jumped out and sprinted towards the water. that was the only problem bringing him to the beach during the cold months. jeongyeon said that coby was half fish and half dog with the way he loved being around water.

the slight breeze reeling in along with the warm radiance of the sun made it feel even colder than it actually was but as long as you had jeongyeon and coby with you, the conseration was easy to do between you and her. even after first meeting at the party, it was so easy to talk about everything with her.

—

for your third date, you and jeongyeon decided on doing a mini golf course that was disney themed. after the first two dates prior, it made sense why she chose this to be the third date. she was the embodiment of fun times mixed with competitiveness. ambitious and driven were the best two words to describe her.

“i’ve hit the freaking dwarves mine cart four times already! it’s almost like they don’t want you to make this hole!” you exclaimed as you threw your hand that wasn’t holding the golf club in the air, waving it in frustration at how bad you were at mini golf.

jeongyeon on the other hand was laughing at your antic. unlike you, she was playing a near perfect game, almost 17-18 holes made and she even managed to get a hole in one 6 times. “maybe your form’s wonky.”

“oh you think? maybe you should teach me miss mini golf pro.” you chuckled as you held out your hand, motioning toward the course for her to demonstrate the right way of playing for you. what you were expecting was for her to use her own club and ball for the lesson, but instead she went up behind you using your club and ball, feeling your heart speed up and hands get increasingly moist than they already were.

“what i want you to do is just bend your elbows and back a little, let your knees drop, and just lightly tap the ball. we’re not in the driving range y/n so don’t try to chuck the ball a hundred miles an hour.” jeongyeon giggled as she swung your club with you, her hands holding onto yours. even though she could see a little bit over you, you made it into the hole, passing the stupid mine cart.

“7 tries! what now!?” you smiled victoriously as jeongyeon shook her head with a soft smile as she gave you a high five. she set her ball down at the final hole and brushed her hair behind her ear again. this time you were perplexed when you eyed the light blue hearing aid compared to the pink hearing aid you saw a few instances before. your gaze lingered a little long and saw that jeongyeon got another hole in one.

“how’d you do that?” you ask, setting your ball down as jeongyeon pumps her fist in the air, doing a small celebratory dance. you lined up the ball and swung without a second thought. took three strokes, but better than the high numbers you’ve been putting up all game.

once the game was finished, you offered to buy her some ice cream. while you were ordering, jeongyeon decided to go with butter pecan while you stuck with a simple rocky road.

it was another easy conversation with her, talking about your respective jobs, brushing her ear again noticing the light blue hearing aid again. jeongyeon notices you staring again and you put your hand up to apologize. “sorry, i noticed you had hearing aids when we first met, but i didn’t want to come off as rude about them so i didn’t say anything. i’m sorry again.” you looked down with guilt as your ice cream slowly melted toward one side.

jeongyeon let out a small laugh and smiled at your rambling apology, shaking her head as she took one of her hearing aids out, holding on the flat palm of her hand to show you. “it’s okay. thank you, actually. usually it’s the first thing that people notice about me, so i’m actually surprised that you waited this long to ask me about it.” jeongyeon moves her hand closer to you on the table, encouraging you to have a better look.

“i’ve used hearing aids for pretty much my entire life. i was swimming with my family one vacation and i got water in my ears. they started hurting not long after so when we got it checked we found out to be a double ear infection. it was preventable but it was already too late so most of my hearing was already gone.”

jeongyeon still flashed a small smile on her face as she told her story. it broke your heart to hear, but the way that she kept her gaze on you and the strength in her voice said more than enough of her accepting it.

you didn’t even notice the sympathetic look that was on your face as you handed jeongyeon her hearing aid back, putting it back in her ear as she grabbed your hand that was now soaked in ice cream.

“y/n it’s okay. i’ve been fine about this for a very long time. it was hard at first but the fact that i’ve been able to deal with it this long shouldn’t worry you.”

you nodded, understandingly as you let your fingers intertwine with hers. it felt natural at this point even though you hadn’t known sana for that long as she continued to answer your questions with that peaked smile across her face, making you fall for her more and more.

“so why marine biology? if you don’t mind me asking of course.”

“it did suck when i couldn’t be near a body of water that wasn’t the shower or bathtub, but i just couldn’t stay away. i always loved being near the sea on the beach. i didn’t want my accident to be the only reason holding me back from something that i loved.”

as more questions were being answered, you had more ice cream on your hand that you actually had eaten. invested by everything that jeongyeon was telling you about, you could care less about the melting dessert.

—

the jacket you were wearing before leaving your apartment had already been discarded on the sand as you chased coby around on the beach. if there was one thing that he loved more than the water, it was his tennis ball. you had about seven balls lying around the apartment and coby loved every single one of them. this ball in particular was meant for the beach, soaked with sand and salt water.

in your gassed state, you crawled your way to jeongyeon, exhausted. you had been chasing coby playing fetch for a little over forty-five minutes and all you wanted to do was stop running around to get your jacket that was on the sand. clipping coby’s leash back onto his collar before plopping over on the towel beside your girlfriend, coby obviously tired as he continued to chew on the ball while laying on the sand.

“not as youthful as you were five years ago huh?” jeongyeon teased as she poked your cheek.

“i’ve never been better even before that.” you smiled as you kissed her cheek, resting your head on her shoulder. although it was a lie since you were heaving like you were in a track race just now, jeongyeon was okay with playing along.

you check your watch to see that it was already 7:56 by the time you adjusted your spot. you took in the view of the waves slowly creeping their way to the shore for last twenty minutes or so. times like these that made you feel extra thankful that you have someone like jeongyeon in your life.

“i think coby wants to have another go.” she says as she took her coat off, already preparing to get sweaty. she bent over to give you a quick peck before taking one of her hearing aids out. “is it okay if i leave these with you for a bit?”

you simply smiled at her and took her hand, pulling her a little closer to you. crouching down as you place your hands on her cheeks, thumb grazing her face as she lightly blushes at you.

“of course baby. i love you. i’ll be here if you need anything, so don’t worry.”

you signed this as best as you could as jeongyeon leaned in, placing another soft kiss on your lips, smiling at the taste of strawberry flavored chapstick she put on before pulling back.

she loved the effort that you put in to sign with her as she handed her hearing aids before unclipping coby’s leash, grabbing the soggy ball from him and throwing it down the beach, running just in front of him to get the ball first.

you watched jeongyeon and coby for a while, the two loves of your life running up and down the beach. jeongyeon’s laugh was like a heavenly chorus and seeing her smile made you do the same. looking down at her hearing aids, noticing that she went with the light blue ones for today. you scrunch your face at the thought of the first time that she took them out around you. something that she trusted you fully now, but it wasn’t always like this back then.

—

it was late and you were tired, laying on the couch just on your phone, scrolling through tiktok to keep yourself busy until you could go over to jeongyeon’s place.

“another hour until she gets out of work huh.” you sighed out and sat up on the couch, looking around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary for you to fix.

as you scanned the different decor in the living room, you noticed the odd stack of books on your chair adjacent to you, an indication of the amount of time you loved reading as a pastime. grabbing one of the books from the top of the pile and flipping through the pages to quickly skim through.

it was only three books that you looked at quickly and you heard the phone ring on the table. tossing the book back onto the chair as you answered the phone, a dumb smile on your face.

“hi babe! you got out early?”

“c-can you come over now?” jeongyeon answered with a stricken voice. she had been crying obviously and you knew that something was wrong. without a second thought, you grabbed your jacket and keys, flashing by the door and walking to the car.

“okay okay, give me a few minutes. i’m on my way. stay on the phone with me until i get to you.” you said to your girlfriend as you got in the car. the worry was already there as it is, even if there were few words said between you and her, it was a bit reassuring to hear your voice over the phone.

it was a tried and true routine when you got to jeongyeons house. running up the stairs and didn’t even think of knocking the door. you just hung up the phone as you pushed the door open, eyes locking onto jeongyeon as she was huddled up on the ground, knees to her chest and head facing down.

“oh no.” you say, feeling your heart shatter at the image your eyes were receiving as you rushed to her side, wrapping your arms around her, gently pulling her onto the couch with you. her face was on the little opening of your neck as she cried a little more, stroking her hair and rubbing her shoulder to calm her down a bit.

it didn’t happen that jeongyeon was in the state crying but when she was, it just hurt a tad bit more. jeongyeon didn’t want to be that person to let her emotions leak through but seeing her sad and hopeless rather than smiling with a quick remark on her sleeve, it was still difficult to process. took quite a bit for her to calm down but she finally managed to slow her breathing as she looked up at you with teary eyes, red from the amount of crying she just did.

“what happened baby?” you asked as you wiped the tears that were stained on jeongyeon’s cheeks, kissing her a few times as she rummaged up her words.

“i-i was walking back to the car after i got off and a group of people was running behind me. i didn’t see them and i got tripped by one of them. they a-apologized but one of my hearing aids got knocked out from my ear and when i put it back it was all m-messed up and it hurt my e-ears. i was just overwhelmed and driving home a-and-”

you interrupt jeongyeon as you pull her closer, kissing her forehead, rubbing the back of her head to comfort her. this was a lot for her and you didn’t want her to bear herself too much.

“it’s okay, don’t say anymore. can i see the hearing aid that got knocked out from you?” you looked as she shook her head, trying to reach to her ear before she immediately doubled back tucking her face back into your chest. it was startling for her to act like this but you hugged her again, apologizing.

come to think of it, you had never seen jeongyeon without her hearing aids. even when sleeping and you stayed over, they stayed on.

“hey hey it’s okay. i don’t want to hurt you, i just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” you said, reaching out again but this caused jeongyeon to bury herself deeper into you, feeling her shake in your arms uncontrollably.

a hour passed and jeongyeon finally calmed herself down. you and her made your way to the kitchen sharing a cup of tea. she still looked a little out of it but it was better than how she was on the couch when you came in.

jeongyeon kept her eyes on the cup and exhaled shakily. looking up from your phone, flipping it over and pushing it to the side, placing your hand with hers on the cup.

“everything okay? you seemed really scared when i tried to take your hearing aids out.”

jeongyeon nodded slowly as she looked into your eyes. a blank expression she had that you didn’t enjoy seeing, but something you were willing to handle as she squeezed your hand, brushing her fingertips over your knuckles.

“back in high school, i had a similar pair of blue hearing aids. i was happy with the color but there was some girls in my class that thought otherwise. i was reading one day and one of them took it out of my ears before throwing it on the ground. that pair broke and i spent the rest of that day not being able to hear. i cried when i got home and all my parents could do was just give me an old pair until we were able to buy brand new ones.”

you sensed the anger boiling in your stomach. amazed at the fact that there were people who found it funny to do something like that.

“the next day with the old hearing aids, the same thing happened again. my new ones hadn’t come in yet so i had to spend the rest of that week sitting in the front of the class. i was able to sign normally but i couldn’t hear anything. it felt like everyone was watching me and laughing because i wasn’t able to hear. ever since then i’ve been the only one who takes my hearing aids out and i try to keep them on whenever i’m around people. i know that you’d never be the kind of person to say anything mean or hurt me but…that feeling just stayed with me.”

you sighed out as you walked over to jeongyeon’s side and wrapped her in a hug. you were glad that she was comfortable to the point where she could tell you things like this. it showed that she trusted you and that’s all that mattered. you pulled away form the hug and slowly put your hand out, brushing her hair behind her ear.

jeongyeon’s breath hitched at the contact of your hand to her ear, eyes on your hand as you stopped yourself for a second.

“i don’t have to do this, but if you want me to, i can take these out. i know the broken one is making you uncomfortable here so i just want to help. you know that i would never hurt you.

you stared into jeongyeon eyes, trying to convey that she could trust you with something that’s important than this. she pondered for a few seconds in silence before slowly nodding her head, closing her eyes as she gently grabbed your hands, guiding them to her ears. your hands were shaking for a few seconds as you tried to ignore the pounding of your heart within you.

without messing anything up, you took the hearing aids out with ease, letting a soft sound of your breath out your mouth as you set them on the counter. jeongyeon opened her eyes again, now unable to hear as she gave you a small smile, tears welling up again from the corners of her eyes. she let out a long breath, one that sounded like she’s been holding back for years and kissed your cheek.

she breaks the hug after a few seconds before signing ‘i love you’ as you pull her closer to you once again, deepening the love and trust you had for each other even more now.

—

“it’s getting late, no?” you signed to jeongyeon as she came back to you after running for twenty minutes with coby.

“i know but five more minutes please?”

you smiled at her plea as you checked the time to see that it was almost 9:30. the beach would close at ten so you found it to be okay to stay just a little longer as you slid your phone back in your pocket, grabbing the hearing aids set next to you, putting them in your hand and offering it to jeongyeon.

“do you want these back? you don’t have to though i’ll just keep holding onto them.”

jeongyeon thinks for a second before shaking her head at your offer, curling your hand up in a loose fist, protecting her hearing aids until she decides when to put them back on. you didn’t understand how she truly felt, but you did know why she wanted to not have them on from time to time. it was nice to not hear and just be present in the moment.

not long after, jeongyeon brings coby back, simply nodding as that was her cue to start cleaning your little spot on the beach up to head back home. before you started cleaning up however, you handed the hearing aids back to jeongyeon as she put them back on. you didn’t want jeongyeon to do the work so she just kept coby occupied while she watched you put everything back seamlessly before heading back to the car.

coby hopped back into the backseat of the car as you catch jeongyeon taking a picture of the moon before looking through her photos of the sunset she also took earlier.

“that is a nice sunset picture.” you say over her shoulder as she turns around, wrapping her arms around your neck, inching her face closer to yours.

“thank you for coming with me y/n.” jeongyeon says to you as you tried not to let the giddiness come out on your face.

you leaned in for a kiss. the kind that you and her won’t stop sharing for many years to come. it carried so much intimacy almost like the end of a coming of age movie, it wasn’t corny but in that moment with her lips on yours, it just felt right.

another few gentle kisses were shared as you pull your head back from hers, eyes drinking in every single little detail that was on her face before signing with just one hand,

“i love you.”

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice fluff #twice imagines #twice jeongyeon #yoo jeongyeon #saiiidahyunee #jeongyeon imagines #jeongyeon x reader

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bestpartofbe-lie-ve · 1 year

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I love the Avatar era on tik tok, the edits r amazing and I literally enjoy all the fuss, but, yk what I'm rlly not enjoying? the amount of people, no, the amount of ADULTS throwing hate and death wishes to Spider.

SPOILERS OF ATWoW BELOW ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Putting stupid and messed up captions like "it should've been Spider" or "I wish Lo'ak kills him" and even "Lo'ak is entering his Anakin era, Spider is so done", as if all the hate would, in some way, bring Neteyam back in the next movie.

And my whole problem with all this is the lack of empathy people have over Spider's backstory and EVERYTHING he went through. He was an outsider, an outcast, not only with the Sullys but with the humans back on the lab as well. He had no real family, and even tho he tried to fit in with Jake and his family, they never really cared about him. Not the enough. Quaritch literally took him, abducted him, and even though Kiri was worried, crying for him, all that Jake said was "he's gonna be alright" and then, ofc, he forgot entirely about him. He was more worried about him spilling out the beans about their operations and base rather than his safety. (and, btw, he was tortured and still never gave a single piece of information). Not to mention how Neytiri ignored Kiri telling her that Spider had fallen off the tree.

And the whole "he belongs with his own kind" thing Neytiri had going on was so out of pocket, specially, since his own very husband, Toruk Makto himself, was a human first. And Spider was a little kid atm, a kid playing and trying to fit.

Now, imagine how surprised Spider was when suddenly, out of no fucking where, the man whom he had been told all his childhood was evil, treated him decently. Stopping the scientists of keeping hurting him and melting his brain, respecting his decision to go by Spider even tho human Quaritch wouldn't have given a fuck about his preferences, listening to what he had to say (like the na'vi lessons); even listening to his pleadings on not to hurt, or kill, the clans. And, ofc, the cherry on top: Quaritch saving him from Neytiri, losing his chance over Jake (his WHOLE motivation and goal) even though Spider only cared for Kiri's well being all the time.

And yes, Quaritch may have been manipulating him, I don't doubt that, but Spider is a noble kid. He's noble, kind, caring and would never leave anyone to die not mattering if they're good or bad. Something that makes him entirely different from his dad. He didn't wanted to save him, we literally see him struggling with taking a decision, but deep down he can't just leave him to die. Not when, after all, he's someway his dad, and the one that saved him from Neytiri moments ago. It's a debt, and if you struggle with at least just an inch of daddy issues y'all may be familiar with that sensation of "maybe he's changing, he's not a lost cause. He cares about me".

He's not a fucking traitor. With, or without Quaritch, they would've kept hunting the Sullys. The military lady said it herself, that with Jake being "the leader" they were on disadvantage, bc Jake knew how to strike them. He was already a target, Quaritch had been just the scapegoat to catch him faster.

It was dumb to save him? Yes, definitely. But it's understandable, and wishing that Lo'ak, his literally childhood best friend, kills him after finding out, or Neytiri, it's just messed up.

#avatar the way of water #avatar #jake sully #neytiri #loak sully #lo'ak #kiri sully #Kiri #neteyam #neteyam sully #miles socorro #spider socorro #avatar spider #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #recom quaritch

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so this video (it's pretty good, worth a watch) basically saved me having to clean up the big word salad post I was drafting but I'm gonna reiterate a few points -

firstly, this isn't mentioned in the video but I think it's so, so important: unlike the valentine author, Gaster has never, ever used a single contraction. Toriel is another character who never uses them, no matter how casual the context. for something like this to suddenly change for no reason makes no sense. Toby is meticulous. I genuinely believe this is a HUGE strike against it being Gaster, yet almost no one mentions it. next, the valentine author speaks as if they don't know us: "you seem reliable", "you are very odd". and as we know, Gaster's well acquainted with us by now, so it'd make no sense for him to speak to us this way. (but what it does lend credence to is this being a character we either haven't met before, or haven't extensively interacted with.) additionally, in all instances so far, Gaster's been keen, focused, sharp. why would he suddenly be so addled and confused? the author saying they forgot who they're supposed to help, and it possibly even being themself, doesn't point to Gaster either - in fact, just the opposite - because the idea of him being forgotten is pure fanon. the game explicitly states that Asgore took so long to hire a new royal scientist because Dr. Gaster's brilliance was irreplaceable. how would the king know that if he didn't remember? fictional characters, by their very nature, are presented to us in a deliberate and finite way; our interactions with them have specific purpose. this means that when we try to hold them to real-world standards like "I, a real live person, write differently depending on the occasion", it won't always hold up. we have to go by what precedents have already been set by the creator, in the context in which these characters exist. on occasions when characters in UT/DR have spoken in a different way than usual, the fundamental, anchoring traits of their speech still remain intact (see: contractions), which would not be the case if Gaster were the valentine author.

(and of course, this doesn't even touch on the Japanese translation highlighting how wildly different the speech styles are, which I personally put more stock in than they do in the video.) the last 3rd of the video is more opinion/headcanon-oriented but he makes his point well. even if you disagree with his perception of Gaster (I do to an extent), it's true that there's already no shortage of whimsical, silly, lighthearted characters in UT/DR, and surely, if Gaster were meant to be one of them, Toby wouldn't reveal it in a way that's so out of left field. I love silly goofy wingding man as much as the next guy, but I also agree that attributing this personality to him out of nowhere, when it's incongruent with everything we've seen so far, would only serve to undermine his character and the uniqueness of it. none of this is to knock anyone whose opinion differs from mine! I'm just laying my thoughts out, for whatever that's worth. I've seen an unfortunate tendency in the community to lump the valentine in with the tweets and gonermaker text as all being on the same level of "obviously Gaster", and then tout it as proof that their headcanons are real. (we all have our headcanons! just don't be a dick about it eh?) at the end of the day, personally, I try to absorb and cling to as much canon evidence as possible, scant though it may be. because what I really really want, is to know who Gaster is. in the truest sense, as he is intended to be by his creator.

(but isn't it wonderful how much we all love this character, no matter how differently we may see him? I mean ultimately if we're not having fun here, then what's the point, right?)

but yeah, give the vid a watch! it goes into more detail and makes more compelling points than my sleepless brain can atm. :p

#all this said i absolutely love all the adorable gaster fanart that came out of it 😢🖤#plus the renewed interest in discussion and theories in the fandom is really fun #gaster #long post #freak speak #the great valentine debateTM #edited this after a nap to hopefully be more coherent

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Kinslayer

(Gif not mine)

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aemond returns home after the events of Storm’s End and his wife demands an impossible request.

Word Count: 1,874

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, betrayal, faith-based delusion, implied rape at the end

Author's Note: Fine. Since no one has requested anything for Aemond, *cue Thanos impression* I'll do it myself. Sorry but I’m obsessed the the ‘our violent delights’ ao3 fic atm and I’ll be damned if I don’t write about Aemond myself.

(I do not consent for my works to be reposted/copied)

The council room is quiet after Aemond arrives and reports his crime. No one moves or even dares to breathe until Alicent finally rises from her chair, admittedly shaken as she smoothes down her dress. She can’t even look her son in the eye as she turned her body in his direction, instead watching her hands wringing together, “Aemond... does anyone else know of this?”

Aemond shifts his footing, fists clenched, but he keeps his chin held high, “Borros Baratheon might be an idiot, but he forbade blood to be shed on the floors of his home. I left soon after Lucerys did, so I can imagine Lord Borros knows. He truly would be a fool if he thought dragons could dance without death.”

“And you must truly be a fool if you thought you could start a war in the name of your missing eye!” The Queen Regent screams back, the whole room ringing with her voice and overpowering Aemond’s attempt at confidence. The whole room stills, lingering in Alicent’s proclamation until she fills the silence with gasps of breath. She crumbles slightly, holding her gut in disgust while trying to hold back the tears. Fear was evident in her eyes, and suddenly Aemond was no longer confident in his stride. When she finally locked eyes with his, Aemond felt himself cower in the ferocity of his mother’s gaze, “Go to your chambers.”

Guilt overcomes Aemond in tenfold compared to how he felt flying over Strom’s End. He’s used to Alicent’s anger being directed at Aegon, not him. He was truly his mother’s son, after all, “Mother...”

“Go!”

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The walk to his wife’s chambers was dreadful, each step heavier than the last. His stomach felt like lead, weighing him down with his shame and his guilt. Already, servants walked around him in a wide berth and whisper to one another, as one usually does when rumors spread fast in King’s Landing. Aemond pretends not to hear them, but he hears the one word, nevertheless, stabbing him in the back as he walks past the whisperers.

‘Kinslayer.’

If Aemond could be honest with himself, just for a moment, he would much rather people whisper about his appearance instead of weighing him down with such a shameful title.

He opens the heavy doors to his wife’s chambers, and tonight the doors weighed heavier than normal. His young wife, Y/n stood by the fire until she heard him, then whipped her head around with dread evident in her eyes. Aemond cringed at the sight. He had hoped to explain to her what had happened. Y/n is a proud woman, powerfully faithful to the Seven and the laws of the Seven Kingdoms. If she had only married his brother, she would be a mighty queen who instills justice in all those who dare to break the law. He had hoped by being the first to tell her what he had done, Aemond hoped to calm her growing anger.

“What...? What did you do?” Her voice cracked between words, her tone harsh and likely shrouding her rage. Her eyes blinked back tears of disbelief, willing her husband to speak the truth before she could make any assumptions.

He winced, but kept his explanation short, “I lost control of Vhagar.”

Her sneer is vengeful, striking terror in Aemond One-Eye’s heart. Her justice rings true and strikes swiftly with her vulgar words, “Horse shit! I may not bear the privilege of a dragon rider, but I know of the bond between man and beast. Everyone knows.”

“A dragon is not a slave,” he tries to defend.

“No, but it is a companion,” she rounds the furniture and beelines for him. It took everything in Aemond not to retreat, “One who is so deeply bonded with its rider, they could feel each other’s sorrow. I couldn’t possibly imagine what Vhagar must have gone through in order to do what she did to Laena Velaryon. A dragon knows the intent of its rider. Some maesters even speculate that a dragon knows its rider’s inner thoughts and desires. Laena wanted to die by dragonfire... And you wanted Lucerys Velaryon dead.”

Aemond’s head snaps up, denying her accusation with every breath, “I would never--”

“Even if you didn’t command it, Vhagar knew it to be true. She only did what your heart truly desired. And even if you did lose control of Vhagar, would you admit it to the people of Westeros?”

Aemond tightens his jaw, refraining from voicing his inner thoughts and angrily looking away. Y/n’s disdain for him grows as she straightens her back, unimpressed as she watches him pout at the wall, “I didn’t think so. You’re too proud for that. Imagine the fear it would instill in people if Aemond Targaryen admitted to losing control over the largest dragon in the world. Tell me, husband, would you rather be shamed for losing control of your dragon or be shamed for murdering your nephew?”

He hadn’t realized she was standing directly before him until he felt her hot breath lightly grazing his neck. And yet, he refused to look at her. If he had, he would’ve seen betrayal etched in her eyes, grief, and anger wilting her beauty as she forced herself to choke back a sob. Rectifying her composure when she didn't receive an answer, her eyes glance down at his torso while strengthening her words, making sure to turn her expression into a blank slate, void of emotion.

“Then there’s nothing else to discuss. You have turned yourself into a Kinslayer. It’s dishonorable and unlawful. You can do nothing to redeem yourself other than go North and take the black.”

His long, silk-like hair whips around him like a silver flag as he spun his one-eyed glare to direct at her. Even as he towered over her, imposing and intimidating, she bravely held her ground as he yelled in her face, “You’re asking me to cower in exile?! To run to the Wall and shame my family name?!”

“You had done that already by murdering your nephew for a child’s revenge,” she retorted, adding the venom in her voice to act as a whip, further damaging her husband’s pride, “Whatever you decide now will decide whether or not you continue to shame your family.”

“There’s no honor in running.”

Another quick lash of her whip, “There’s no honor in killing a boy on a peace mission either.”

“I would not fly North on Vhagar--”

“No, you wouldn’t. To sentence her to a cold, bitter exile when you alone are at fault for her actions is cowardice at best. Vhagar will remain here. You alone must take this journey.”

“We’re at war!” He finally roared, “I cannot leave with war at our doorstep!”

“War is only brewing because you made it so!” She screamed back.

“I will not take the black!”

“If you loved me, you would."

Her voice breaks, the emotions now rearing their ugly heads. Aemond’s rage pauses momentarily as he watches her face crumble with tears and breathless sobs. She relents her stiff posture, stepping away from him as she tries to find something to do with her hands, her heart practically bleeding out with her words, “If you value my honor as your wife and as a servant to the gods, you will not stain me with this shame.”

Aemond slowly relents his rage as well, letting the room fill with Y/n's gasps and cries as he hangs his head. The words stung as he knew they would. He may be proud as a dragon rider and as a Targaryen prince, but his wife is an equally proud religious woman; a true believer in purity, honor, loyalty, and justice. Up until this point, she was proud to have him as a husband, believing that he valued her morals and beliefs. In a way, he did. Aemond valued Y/n for all she is and for all she held dear, even if they had vastly different opinions. In her eyes, he was a faith-militant, much like his mother who he had doted upon. Aemond said his prayers and was dutiful to his family. He avoided sin and only slept in his lawful wife's bed. Even though Aegon was King, Aemond was the closest thing to The Father reincarnated. Whether or not he did these things to please her, Y/n was overjoyed when she married him, believing the gods spun the two of them out of the same cloth.

Delusional, perhaps, but Y/n was once a young girl who had to believe in something whilst living in a world that wasn't made for her, or else she'd go mad. Faith was the only thing she had, even when she married Aemond. She had nothing to her name besides her faith, all other pieces or belongings she owned were either lost to her father or gained by her husband. In her eyes, nothing was actually hers, not even the clothes on her back. The only thing she knew no one could take away from her was her faith.

And yet, even now, she felt that faith waver, ever so slightly. She loved Aemond, and if she could, she'd love to keep him. But her faith compels her to be estranged from him after the crime he committed. Y/n felt torn in two, disgusted with herself for even entertaining the idea of keeping Aemond as her husband, knowing the gods and all those with strong faith would shame her for it.

Aemond knows this. He knows his wife as well as how strongly she kept her virtue close to her heart. He valued that in her, and yet could not even look her in the eye as he takes that from her, too, “... I will not take the black.”

He hears her suck in a sharp breath, before letting out a meek whisper, “Then you do not love me.”

He hears her footsteps turn away from him, so he spares a glance. Y/n had turned and walked away from him, stumbling slightly in her grief and pain. She paused at the foot of her bed, turning her head back in his direction, resigned and defeated, "Leave me, Aemond, or do you mean to shame me more?"

The question both shocks and disgusts him. Getting over the initial slap to his ego, all Aemond wanted to do is to continue screaming at her, demanding why she thought he would stoop to such a low, disgusting sin. He wants to shout up to the gods and to his wife how he is nothing like his brother and he would never do such a thing to his wife of all people--

The anger is too much, and if he were a dragon, Y/n would be in ashes. To avoid further conflict, Aemond storms out of her chambers, only to rip apart his own once he got there. Guilt and shame were no longer at the forefront of his mind. Instead, they are replaced with the might of a prince and the rage of a dragon. Without any fire, he instead rips apart his pillows, turning over his desk, and breaking the spine of his books. In the distance, he hears Vhagar roar, and he wishes that his wife's words weren't still crawling through his ears.

“--One who is so deeply bonded with its rider, they could feel each other’s sorrow. A dragon knows the intent of its rider."

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A/N: I love shower thoughts. I know it’s short, but I really, really love this. Please support and leave a request in the ask box!

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon imagines #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #ewan mitchell #imagine #fire and blood #asoiaf fic #asoiaf #alicent hightower #lucerys velaryon #aegon ii targaryen

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throughtrialbyfire · 23 days

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20 Questions for Writers

thank you so much to @wispstalk and @dirty-bosmer for tagging me!! <3

gonna tag @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @thequeenofthewinter @skyrim-forever @trickstarbrave @oblivions-dawn @orfeoarte @gilgamish @totally-not-deacon @archangelsunited !! no pressure as always, and if i havent tagged you and you wanna do this, go ahead and say that i did, i'm tagging you in my mind <33

answering under the read more!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

five atm! but i'm planning on splitting my one-shot-as-chapters fic into individual fics. i think i'll have around 11, then, if i don't take out some.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

99,173

3. What fandoms do you write for?

TES and CoD Zombies! though i don't write a lot for CoD Zombies, just when i get in a certain mood for it here and there. old special interest wont grant me a moments peace lmao

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

i only have five uploaded, but i'll put them here!

1. An Inner Sanctity - 41 2. If By Sun and Moon I Swore - 38 3. Cycle of the Serpent - 23 4. The Mark You Left - 15 5. Portraits Under Forgotten Suns - 2 (this is the one i'm gonna split up into their own fics :3)

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes!! i even carry on convos in the comments sometimes for the hell of it, i love interacting with ppl <33333333

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i think the one-shot for the prompts "forgotten/devotion" for tesfest '23 about the shipwreck of the brinehammer, since the main character dies lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the one for the prompt "in bloom" from tesfest '23!! it was just a little fluff fic for my ocs athenath and ja'dato <3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

luckily no, the spaces i've found myself in these days are really positive :3 especially compared to when i wrote on FF.net in like 2009

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

none of it is published, but i do sometimes! it's a good way to flex my muscles (haha) in blending thought and action, balancing descriptors (how vivid is Too Much), and seeing how certain characters interact with each other in a vulnerable state. maybe i'll post some someday, idk. mostly i just do it for funsies, so idk what kind you'd classify any of mine.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i havent in many years, so no, but that could chance if the mood strikes me

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope, but when i was writing for a different fandom in high school, my writing for a particular character wound up on ppls RP accounts as their versions backstory, as well.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but if anyone wants to translate my fics, feel free!! just give me a heads-up!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

yep, on my old ao3, a good friend and i turned an RP into a fic! i enjoyed it immensely bc we wrote really well together!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

idk, i just groove where the dynamics take me <3

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i hate to say it, but An Inner Sanctity needs a major overhaul that i don't have the energy for right now. when i started writing that fic, i didn't have a solid grasp on athenath's personality. now that i do, i'm gonna need to rewrite all the chapters i've had ready for it, and pivot the direction of the fic to get it where i wanted it to wind up eventually. i really do want to finish it, though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i get a lot of compliments on my imagery/descriptions/atmosphere! i love describing shit, so i'm glad ppl enjoy reading those bits of my work <3 oh!! and character/narrative details. i wrote a ~180k word fic in my senior year of high school solely off my mental notes for it, and it still wasnt finished when i dropped it a year or so later due to Circumstances

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

biting off WAAAAAAAY more than i can chew!! i have so, so many things planned for CotS and who knows if those things will get picked up on by folks or even work later down the line. GAHH

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

if you can realistically do it, go for it. if i could fluently speak all the languages i've tried to teach myself, i'd probably include them in fics where they would fit!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

naruto, i was writing naruto fics on a defunct dress-up site when i was a kid AHAH.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Cycle of the Serpent. theres seldom a time i'm not thinking about those elves. yes, i will admit with my whole chest that i'm a tad desperate for people to read it and interact with it, but i think if i could explain everything (without spoiling it obviously) i have planned for this fic and just how much is going on in the background of the details i throw in, the reasons certain characters behave the way they do, and the amount of time i've spent working on it (the doc for it is at roughly ~96k and we're not even at the Real beginning of the solitude arc) and the sheer amount of hours i've spent making sure details line up, you'd understand why i'm losing all my sanity daniel-amnesia-the-dark-descent style over this story. i started writing it as a for fun "no one's ever gonna see this" exercise that also helped me greatly in recovering from long covid brainfog, and i think even if one day i look back and think of it as "not the best thing i've ever written", it'll still be one of the most passion-driven things i've ever written, and i'm happy about that. <3

woof, what a ramble. if you made it to the end of this, thank you, and i hope you're having a good day!!

#bishop.txt #tag games

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(long ask, sorry!) the new media HH/HB thread on TV Tropes is doing the 'Viv gets scorn no matter what because she's a queer woman who makes things' routine atm (they're blaming TADC fans for toxicity and discussing the 'write like HB' trend, for context)

I've definitely seen creators (anyone, really) get far more hate online when they're female for stupid reasons, but it's frustrating to see them do the 'Viv can't win no matter what she does' thing because I can't really think of an instance where she hasn't responded to criticism she doesn't like, or has actually tried behaving like a professional for a minute - even some of her fans on subreddits have said she needs to step away from Twitter for her reputation's sake or hire someone for PR.

The reason she 'can't win' is not because she's a woman - she's not Rebecca Sugar and she's not Tracy Butler who know how to behave professionally (and before Viv started mudslinging at Lackadaisy, neither Tracy nor the LD crew had any drama attached to them despite Tracy being a woman herself... curious)

Viv's a creator who acts as though she doesn't have the confidence to let her work stand on its own merits and can't bring herself to ignore criticism (given she seems to disagree with practically all of it; the only thing I've seen Spindlehorse try to improve is not using red as a bg color so much and cutting down on the constant sound effects), & as a result she has cultivated a fandom who feel rewarded when they make tweets either defending her or explaining the show on her behalf because she keeps liking those tweets, which only makes it happen more. the lack of distance she keeps from her fans and the way she actively rewards the ones who put down criticism of her makes them act like she's their friend instead of someone whose show they like and someone who is actively using them as both a shield & sword. This is why the fandom has a bad rep, it's not just that the Hellaverse shows suck - it's that their creator will paint all criticisms as bad faith and only makes the effort to address fans not when they harass, bully or threaten people, but when they do something that affects her personally (like celebrate a ship on the same day as her birthday). and I understand social media feels like overwhelming toxic noise: but that's why creators need to learn to step back and not engage so much. enabling toxic fans aside, this level of enmeshment strikes me as bad for anyone looking to hone their craft and create something meaningful

as much as I want to offer some pushback in that thread I feel the plagiarism accusations will be immediately downplayed or ignored and any mention of bad pay or treatment in the workplace will be met with accusations of 'debunked!!' or 'some of the reviews were fake therefore all of them are, even the ones that line up with consistent accounts of bullying or misgendering or a pattern of no deadlines being given!!' asking 'I don't understand what she's done to attract this level of vitriol' kind of suggests they haven't looked that hard or listened to anyone who would want to tell them

but if I was to put it to them, I think I would say - Viv will 'win' when she behaves like a professional, credits people properly, doesn't just drop people when they're no longer useful, stops burning bridges with other people working in the indie animation space, stops vaguing and painting all criticisms as bad faith and understands that even behaving professionally will not make people stop criticizing her show, because every artist in the world has to deal with the fact that people will want to discuss and critique their work. and though I doubt the writing on her shows would ever improve, I'm sure people would at least respect her trying to act more like the professional showrunner she's supposed to be. no one can 100% control their own narrative with her level of Internet fame, but the best way not to make it actively worse is to stop trying to imo

Agreed, and also I feel like it's been years since TvTropes was right about anything. Although even the Viv pages on TvTropes have been very slowly getting more and more critical.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #actual blog post

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dendroluv · 9 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝟒𝐑𝐊 💋

missers !

y/n | scaramouche | layla

y/n: protagonist ! very academically smart but can be slightly dumb when it comes to romantic relationships. they tend to accommodate towards others but it’s usually due to their gentle demeanor. the striker of SU’s soccer team ! mainly focusing on GED due to their sports scholarship. going pro after grad !

scaramouche: y/n’s biggest hater and supporter. thinks they are too much of a people pleaser for their own good but understands their kind heart. he’s an expert at love (even when he denies it) n understands that y/n’s only flaw is the type of people they’re into. music major currently in a band ! very well connected w other unis!

layla: kind and gentle, but very silly. the one that goes to all of y/n’s soccer games !! currently a literature major with hopes of making a book abt the sky and its wonders. very timid but has a drastic change in personality with the group especially when paired w/ nilou and y/n.

nilou | candace | dehya

nilou: very intimidating to others, but is super sweet and mischievous. tends to tease layla the most and y/n, but is usually stopped by candace. has feelings for cyno and is in a friendly competition with y/n (they both like him atm). however she feels a bit bad after finding out that cyno strongly dislikes y/n (extra points for her however 😋 /j) currently a fashion major with dehya !

candace: the comfort friend ! everyone adores her and just loves going to her for encouragement, 1 of 2 moms of the group. currently studying psychology ! very protective over their lil family especially y/n due to their overwhelming presence !! the one who can get scara and nilou to quiet down.

dehya: 2 of 2 moms of the group ! fashion major w/ nilou ! models during her down time ! usually out of the loop due to her busy schedule but always makes sure to pop in and make sure everyone is doing okay. secretly fears angry candace.. if anyone is bothering you just let dehya know and she’ll take care of it !!

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munniexinsomnia · 26 days

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// I'm feeling completely shattered atm...

I'm constantly under some kind of stress~

Our government has decided to cut our money...

As a student, it's already difficult to manage~

I do work gigs, but lately there haven't been that much work either, here's huge strikes because our government won't listen anyone except themselves and I'm literally in debt to my family, because without them I wouldn't have managed this far anyway and there was recently a school shooting, which has shocked the entire country and even our neighbour countries, we are supposed to be safe country, this is devastating~

My mental health is bad, but at least I'm seeing proper psykologist this time and getting help on that aspect of my life, but I'm on the verge of just giving up everything at the moment...

I'm just really tired, exhausted~

But giving up has never been an option to me...

But I'm really struggling. Even writing isn't as enjoyable to me as it used to be, and I'm losing some followers because I'm on hiatus constantly~

Some people are losing their interest in writing with me, even some of my mutuals, who I love more than anything else and who have always been here for me. It really hurts a lot...

I'm apologising for anyone who is still willing to stay and wait for my return, I apologise those who have decided to leave, that never wasn't my intention, but the passion is just gone atm...

I'm sorry, I'm trying to do some replies every now and then, but I can't promise to give 100%, because I'm really struggling. It's hard to admit~

Anyway, just a little update...

I just want to let people know that this isn't because I'm lazy or unwilling to write. It's just that I'm not mentally well enough to be here~

Still, I love you all a lot...

Thank you for always supporting me...

Writing with me, even I'm slow af atm. ❤️

This really means a lot to me~

You all are such a amazing people. ❤️

I'll try to be back eventually~

#《 ooc // admin whispers ♡ 》#{ just a quick update ♡ }#tw; triggering content~

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elshells · 1 year

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Welcome, Traveler! * * *

Introduction

Hello! Ella here, it's nice to meet you. How did I get here? That's not important. Welcome to my page!

This blog mainly functions as a writer's blog. I've been writing original fiction for five years now, but I've been a storyteller at heart for even longer. Science fiction, fantasy, and horror is where I'm happiest—‌contemporary fiction is great, but I'm not truly happy without robots, dragons, or a witch's curse thrown into the mix. I may even write a poem or two if the mood strikes, though I'm still relatively new to poetry.

I also draw, sometimes. It's been a long time since I've dedicated time to making art, and I've lost a lot of my mojo, but it's still a hobby of mine. Maybe one day, I'll end up posting something here!

If I'm not doing any of that, I might hop on just to say whatever thoughts are on my mind. Honestly, who knows what I'll do? Certainly not me. But hey, I make the rules, and mostly, I'm here to have fun!

I would love to get to know some of y'all, especially in the writing community, so don't be shy to reach out! I'll admit that I don't always know how to make the first move, but I enjoy a good chat!

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About Me

—‌Currently in my 20's and pursuing a degree in English with a concentration in creative writing, another major in gender, sexuality, and race studies, and minors in music performance and publishing and printing arts. So, naturally, I can be a busy gal.

—‌As a writer, my goal is to publish within the next four years (researching the indie route atm). I also have aspirations to be an actor, especially in community theatre and voiceover work. We'll see how all that goes!

—‌I've played the flute for nine years, and am slowly learning guitar and piano. Eventually I'd love to learn my way around a drum set as well, if I ever find the discipline!

—‌I love to swim, and I took horseback riding lessons for several years. Beyond that, I'm pretty much hopeless at sports, especially the ones where a ball gets thrown around. My depth perception and hand-eye coordination leave much to be desired.

—‌I volunteer at my local zoo and aquarium as a guide and environmental advocate, and more recently, I've started teaching swim lessons.

—‌If you ever think I say something funny, there's a 75% chance that it was unintentional. I like to crack jokes, but I rarely think I'm funny in real life.

—‌I welcome asks and tag games, and will eagerly jump on any opportunity to ramble about my WIPs, OCs, and what have you. Granted, it takes me forever and a day to respond to literally anything (I'm so sorry), but know that I've seen them and will reply eventually! I'd love to get to know you and your writing :)

—‌TLDR; I'll talk to anyone about anything, as long as the conversation stays friendly, safe, and respectful. I won't tolerate hate in any form.

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WRITING MASTER LIST

**If you're reading a story of mine and you enjoy a chapter, please consider reblogging to let me know! I welcome any comments you have to give, so long as you are kind to me, yourself, and others. Useful and constructive criticism is always encouraged if your watchful eyes catch something mine didn't, so please feel free to share any questions, opinions, or feedback you have. I appreciate any and all support I can get!**

Unfinished Business

The Harmont Heroes Series —‌A fusion of science fiction and fantasy that features superheroes, action, mystery, and intrigue, as well as LGBTQ+ relationships. -BOOK ONE: Agent Ace

EMBR of the Earth —‌A futuristic, post-apocalyptic world overrun by robots and hostile, alienesque creatures. A young scholar, doctor, and activist must return to Earth in order to figure out how to save it. -On hiatus for major edits and rewrites, but you can read the current (unfinished) draft here.

Encore‌ —‌A twist on the Final Girl trope where a woman who survived a horror story is given the opportunity to go back in time to save the others (with a price). -This story hasn't been uploaded to Tumblr yet, but you can start reading it here.

Poetry

Water Nymphs

Witches

Alley Cat

Sea Urchin

Homebody

Puhpowee

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WHERE ELSE YOU CAN FIND ME

Wattpad: @ persephonehale

AO3: @ elshells **In the meantime, thanks for saying hi!**

#ella thinks #ella's writing #introductory post #masterlist #masterpost #writer's blog #wip: agent ace #wip: embr of the earth #wip: encore #poetry blog #art blog #among many other things #thanks friends for stopping by!#ask me anything!

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(Stole your ss of her with Liam 😭)

Kids like svetlana and she likes them as well, her instincts as a mother have always been sharp.

But she’s so confident, or at least makes it seem like she is confident around other people, and is ok with talking about what she does for work.

“ you don’t realize God give you an ATM machine between your legs”

This allows Debbie to be comfortable to talk to her and ask for advice.

She has a very motherly and big sister vibe about her and is always ok with helping people.

Even with a baby in her arms lmao.

And I think she would be good at running a daycare - which seems far fetched but she reminds me of Debbie as a mother.

Both of them grew up badly and both are great mothers and, Debbie ran a daycare as a child and was good at it.

Svetlana obviously has a connection with kids, I mean kev handed one of the girls to this strange woman who looked nothing like Veronica and baby was ok with it. No complaints. Svet even fed her.

Debbie and svetlana are both similar mothers and this mixed with how svetlana treated the twins (plus Liam and yev) I think she would enjoy working at a daycare. At least for a few months.

This just might be very stupid and something svetlana would hate and you probably don’t agree with it lol - but again, I wanted to know if you had anything to add to this idea and the points I made about svet in the beginning.

This is something that doesn’t get talked about enough, I think. Svetlana doesn’t just love Yevgeny— she genuinely cares about other people’s kids, too. And they seem to like her in return.

I think the first positive thing that anyone says about Svetlana on the show comes from Debbie in S5, when she’s talking to Fiona or V and she goes, “she’s great with kids”, or something along those lines. I always appreciate it when one of the characters acknowledges something positive about Svetlana that has nothing to do with her sexuality, and that quote is one of my favorites because it’s not where anyone’s mind goes when they think about Svetlana but she really is a natural with kids. Those maternal instincts are robust.

I’ve been meaning to talk about this in greater detail, but I think Svetlana’s confidence is genuine. We’re never given any indication that it isn’t. She strikes me as someone who put in the work to accept herself as she is and feel comfortable in her own skin and actually got there. People were constantly looking down on her and trying to make her feel less than, but she never let it get to her. Nor did she believe any of the ugly things they said to her.

Svetlana knows who she is and she’s not ashamed of where she’s been. I think it’s obvious to anyone who meets her how self-assured she is. She’s never trying too hard. This sort of attitude can inspire jealousy, as I believe it did with Fiona, but it can also lead other people to feel at ease around you. This is what I imagine led Debbie to ask her for advice. We see how comfortable Debbie is around Svetlana and that’s a big indicator of how helpful and approachable Svetlana can be.

I love that you included the scene where she pulls Tommy’s rotted tooth out because I always mean to mention it but forget to.

I don’t think her running a daycare is far-fetched at all. She likes and is good with kids. And she’s very responsible. I didn’t even consider how whichever twin Kev handed her at the park didn’t cry when Svetlana took her, or how Svetlana was able to feed her without any trouble. That’s a great observation.

I agree with all of the Svet/Debbie similarities and parallels. I wish we would have gotten more scenes between them because my gut tells me that Svet saw some of her younger self in Debbie. I love how there was never any judgment whatsoever between them, just honesty and a sincere desire to extend some help. That’s such a rare thing on Shameless, especially between two women.

It’s not stupid at all, and I certainly don’t disagree. I think you’re right on the money. I have a list of jobs that I think Svetlana would be good at in my drafts and kindergarten teacher is one of them. It’s what she pretended she was when she was a surrogate and it got me thinking. Daycare is very similar, so we’re on the same page. She has all of the skills for it and she genuinely likes kids, so she wouldn’t just be good at it but enjoy it as well.

#i love these little photo essays #the condoms on the cucumbers lol #ask #message #fandom ask #shameless ask #svetlana yevgenivna #debbie gallagher #yevgeny milkovich #amy ball #gemma ball #liam gallagher

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lifefcrged · 9 months

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Additional side blogs here atm are; @ambitionfcrged @nomadfcrged @balladfcrged @faithfcrged their blurbs can be found under the cut so you can see if you want to follow / write with them! They are all open to plotting and scheming if anyone would like to interact w/ them lmk !! additional info for melody & dante can now be found on their blogs as well under BIO. tag!

also, now, we have amos burton, from the expanse, @factiousfcrged - no blurb atm, he's open for any crossover or au or other verses.

WILLIAM; fc adam dr*ver. mutant / superhuman.

Mutant / super human OC w/ electrokinesis; the ability to control & manipulate electricity from the minute amounts in organic cells to lightning strikes. He also has an abnormally long lifespan and decreased aging. He is a willing recruit to HYDRA or whatever compatible evil power hungry group exists in any particular fandom; Vought, Brotherhood of Mutants, the Sith, the Empire, whatever organization he feels will gain him the most power, protection and prestige. He is a sadomasochist, he craves power above anything else and will do whatever he wants, whatever he thinks he has to, to get it. He is not a nice guy. He is not redeemable. Any emotions he has that might be construed as love or affection by outside parties are only mimicries of those - he may even think that he loves someone (he's pansexual) but it's only in a way that serves him, only if they please him, only if whatever they're doing and how they live in some way contributes to helping him. He is controlling and obsessive. He is calculating and vindictive. He is not going to change his ways for anyone other than maybe on some surface level because he thinks it'll help him get further with them / their cause if that will help him in some way.

MELODY; fc elizabeth ols*n. tog immortal.

The Old Guard oc. Teaches music at elementary, high school and secondary education levels as well as private lessons. Plays piano and violin. Brand new baby immortal. Makes a minor splash in news for being the sole survivor of a subway derailment; found in the rubble not only alive, but unscathed. More to come.

ARMAN; fc rahul k*hli. mortal.

DOMINION original character. Saved from the pack of eight balls that killed his parents, as a child, a few short months after the end of the world, by the Archangel Gabriel. Given into the care of a higher Angel who was loyal to Gabriel inside the sanctuary city of Vega to be kept safe. After the massacre of High Angels and Michael’s attack on the guards & senator of Vega, he evacuated from the city to travel to find Gabriel to pledge his service and to try and find a way to bring hope back to the Angel who was once the most staunch defender of humanity.

DANTE; fc oscar is*ac. mortal. (maybe? undecided)

Ex US Army member. Discharged after he confronted his CO about an order he considered unlawful bc it would endanger civilians; not willing to risk the heat of bad PR fallout, military simply discharged him. Parents died when he was in his early twenties. His younger sister lives with their aunt in a yet tbd foreign country. He spent some time in a private mercenary unit; did not work out and he has since being primarily nomadic, hopping from city to city doing odd jobs like security, bodyguard, bouncer, bartender, etc for whether he can get decent pay under the table. Has a habit of landing in trouble bc he doesn’t like seeing people pushed around.

#PSA.

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beardedmrbean · 9 months

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re: the WGA strike, I am 100% in favor of people being paid what they are owed. I am not going to argue that point for even a second. Where I run up against problems with them, however, are their other demands, the ones that they don't talk about publicly. Such as, requirements of EVERY television show to have a writers' room of MINIMUM six people, even if a show doesn't need it. Or requiring guaranteed minimum employment periods of at LEAST 13 weeks, up to a guaranteed full YEAR, no matter if the show needs it or not. Streaming services created a bubble, and now that the bubble is popping, due to streaming services being massively unsustainable, there are a large number of people who don't like the fact that they're redundant, and like so many other unions, they're just trying to save the less-employable people.

I haven't seen their demands, I did figure they'd toss so weird stuff in there or random things that a lot of the time as I understand it they do to have things they can pull out to make it look like they're making concessions.

"guaranteed minimum employment periods of at LEAST 13 weeks" I got no problem with, some of these people have to uproot their lives to go to wherever production is, sucks ass to get there and find out that it's gonna be 2 weeks and they couldn't be assed to tell you ahead of time. That or they said it was going to be X but things changed and now it's B and someone passed on a gig they were offered because they thought they would be working on whatever it is they're working on.

A clear minimum time commitment from the studio up front isn't unreasonable, full year is a bit much unless it's work on something like the Tolkien series or Witcher one.

There is going to be a culling of writers and what not I imagine, we've been oversaturated with shows for a while now. OG CSI used to pull in 20+ million viewers a week, satellite came in and no shows can seem to pull in 10 million and now with streaming services they get views but no clue how many people are actually watching the show, just that it's on and what the account is.

the person that watched Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted 352 times as of Dec. 1 in 2017 they don't know if she's insane or what, just that it played.

back in the day

That's about 250% more people than watched the Superbowl, there were 3 networks and the local stations, things got spread out budgets got trimmed to reflect that.

So ya they're going to be culling the herd some and there's gonna be some writers out of luck.

Just remembered something

Anyone doin this or are kimmel, noah, and the rest all just not worrying about it this time round?

Sorry this was disjointed, got a few other things going on atm too, hope it makes sense

#anonymous

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severus-snape-apreciation-blog · 1 year

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Apparently telling someone that the issue isn’t the Harry Potter game and wishing death on every player isn’t okay. And that the real issue is the governments especially the US one and asking why they aren’t getting angry at them. Commenting to the governors instead of getting mad at strangers online who don’t want to crucify their 50+y dads. Could result in them proving they are worse then the game players.

(There is a poll at the bottom)

Telling someone you will watch as they get raped and killed doesn’t make you a good person. I believe people mad about the game are good people. Y’all have reason to be. I just look at the situation differently that the government is a hugely different problem. And it’s proving so. If someone disagrees with me I’m okay with that. But to tell me to die. Or kill myself or that you will watch as I get raped by Nazis. Tells me. You are not as good a person as you think you are. You are just as bad as the Nazis. Cause that is beyond messed up to say to someone.

Even said to me that I’m a traitor to my gender and the community doesn’t accept me. That’s also fucked up to say. Not as much. But still not good. You pretend you have the moral high ground. But ignored everything I said in these comments. Which tells me I’m right. It’s not that you have the moral high ground. You want to feel as you do. Because people that actually care. Would care about how Florida wants to kill parents who let their kids be trans. Or one state banned all reaffirming care for everyone under 18. And if above are not allowed to have any mental illness. Or that trans people are not allowed in the correct bathrooms. And have to put their lives in danger just to go to the bathroom. Cause a dad might not understand why a buff man is using the woman’s bathroom. Or what’s happening to Zooey Zepher. Or the fact that all “pro trans” business have been really quiet and proving they aren’t really. Except funny enough. BudLight

@penisgoblin

Anyone who wants to read the full Exchange it’s under one of my posts explaining where Sirona comes from (also before anyone sparks that again. It’s not a transphobic name. But was a horrible choice for them to do)

For everyone wanting to learn more about real issues going on that are really anti trans here’s a link of all anti trans laws they are doing

I would post more articles but the apps not letting me paste atm so feel free to google it

To address some of the other stuff expressed to me in the comments.

Someone told me the whole gaming and media industry isn’t needed and that they would be okay if the whole thing collapsed. I will explain why it is needed. People watch/play for many reasons. It builds serotonin. Entertainment and joy are vital in helping lowering suicide and depression.

And the media industry is one of the biggest in the US and it is hugely vital for the economy. The writers strike will help cause another depression (not blaming the writers but the asses that refuse to pay them) and people don’t even realize that outside the writers that are striking. Thousands of others are losing their jobs. Editors. Animators. Costume design. Set design. My sister. (No seriously she lost her job editing frames for shows)

If the entire industry collapsed so would the US. and even other country’s. The sad part is when I explained that. They didn’t even care. They don’t care that people will go homeless and starve with their families. It was messed up.

Or one person said they hoped everyone who played the game or worked on it dies.

Saying stuff like this shows me you are on a false moral high ground. That you are just as bad or worse then the people you are upset at.

Disclaimer: I do not support jk assface. She is a cunt and a bitch. I understand why people are upset about the game. I am not disagreeing or mad at you. I personally have never played the game. Will I someday? Idk. Probably not. I am Non Binary and Pan. I am more upset at the US government then my elderly father.

#hating on people who literally just want to play a game is dumb. especially if they themselves are trans or Jewish #bring cruel yourself doesn’t mean you are better. just means you are worse. go f yourself #harry potter game #not Severus snape

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scribbledquillz · 1 year

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WIP Whenever

I was tagged by both @heniareth and @greypetrel to share a snippet of a WIP - thank you both for thinking of me! No new progress on the lemon fic atm, however I did find a section from the next chapter of Your Fire that I was quite pleased with, so here you go! (Darkspawn are just the worst, aren't they?)

I'll tag back: @shivunin, @asaara-writes, @jellydishes, @rakshadow, @siriskulk, @oxygenforthewicked, @wild-houseplant and anyone else who wants in. <3

A rush of ragged cloth and sharp angles dove from the corner of her vision, followed at once by a battering ram's strike into her gut. The darkness broke, cut through by starbursts in her eyes and echoing with the crack of her skull against stone. Her breath was ripped from her throat, clawed feet tearing at her armor and bearing down on the bones beneath as though they meant to break her from inside. What air she could catch came stuttered, hindered by the unrelenting weight.

There was a face looming over her, just visible through the glare. Twisted and wicked and wrong as every darkspawn that'd come before it. Revka blinked, watching half blind as tattered lips parted over a maw full of needled teeth and let loose a scream. The sound was a death blow. Drawn from pure hatred too deep and too dense for even the Void to contain. No part of her escaped it untouched, the screech scouring talons over every nerve and carving itself into the base of her skull, down her spine. She writhed beneath it, legs kicking out at nothing, hips and shoulders wrenching uselessly under the creature’s heft.

Make it stop - sweet Maker make it stop!

#dragon age #dragon age origins #revka tabris #wip whenever #lilou writes #your fire burns in my veins #violence cw

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