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thelastpilot · 4 years

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PMD ML AU

I’m in a bad mood right now so i wanted to do something fun!

PMD ML AU MASTERLIST

I know not everyone is going to agree with my selections but I will provide my reasoning for each and do every character I have remembered. I haven’t watched ML at all in ages but here we go lol

The plot, in my head, is pokemon living inside the universe, none of which were once humans. They are just in the world, operating within it. It follows Adrien, Nino, Marinette and Alya joining a rescue guild and forming their own team. Over time their guild threatens to close so after a lot of hard work they open their own guild and all their friends join and make teams!

The Gang

Nino- A Buizel. I love a water pokemon for Nino and buizels design and color scheme are just so vibrant. Plus bubbles! He’s a good mix of energetic but also chill. just an otter chilling in a current, floating away, probably asleep

Adrien- a Pikachu. Poster boy? Poster pokemon! He’s the popular cute beloved pokemon with an electric personality, but really wants nothing more than to be part of a group. Cat Noir’s brashness and diving into trouble suits an impulsive electric type. I considered shinx but Adrien isnt cool enough to be a Luxray lmao

Alya- A Vulpix! Kind of obvious I know but shes firey and impulsive, while also being sassy. Plus you know she would be a regal kickass Ninetales one day. Perfect color scheme for her, I can just see a little vulpix with a birthmark

Marinette- Eevee! when it comes to what pokemon a character would BE as opposed to what they would HAVE i dont think ledian fits at all. As a trainer she’d have one maybe but she wouldn’t be one. I say Eevees have so much potential and can be so many things, they thrive in being ‘normal’ but CAN wield a lot of power and are the epitome of adaptable. Specifically I think she’d evolve into a Sylveon, with a crux ass friendship moment being the reason.

The Class; AKA The Town/Guild

Chloe- Servine

Snivy is so cool and elegant and snooty as is it’s whole line, you KNOW her mom is a super mean Serperior which is exactly what Chloe is aspiring to be. I was tempted to put all classmates into the unevolved category to keep them ‘young’ but since it can happen due to experience or moments in their life I feel like it’s okay to hop around a little. Also, regardless of what you think of her Chloe had some tough moments as a kind. I bet she evolved after her mom left while fighting with her dad. ( Who LOOKS like a very fat serperior but is really a big ole ditto and everyone knows it, Chloe however is convinced no one know and always covers it up)

Sabrina- Butterfree!

I love the idea of a skittish little Caterpie that clung to Snivys back and was always put down a little (especially as a insecure Metapod that evolved because it was standing up to Chloe and ‘toughened up’ a little) eventually evolving into a super unique cool little Butterfree that’s beautiful but still a little timid. Maybe even a pink Butterfree like the anime!

Max- Rotom? Porygon 2?

Max seems too reserved to be energetic rotom but I think Rotom has more personality than Porygon 2. I think if I had to commit I would choose Porygon 2 because the personality can always adapt and Rotom by nature is always zipping about so I think I’ll go with the second idea

Kim- Croconaw

Kim was tough for me, but I think Croconaw is a good comprise of goofy (i mean come on totodile is so goofy) loves to swim (water pokemon!) but also kind of jock who wants to get BIG and aspires to be a super buff Feraligator

Alix- Scorbunny or Raboot

Either in this evolution line is fine with me, especially a particually short Raboot who was really hoping evolution was gonna help in the height department. Fun sporty competitive and also a RABBIT

Ivan- Pangoro

This one feels a little obvious so im not totally sold I also considered a Gogoat but I kind of love the idea of Ivan evolving early so he was suddenly SO much bigger and scarier than his peers. People who were already skittish of the pancham were now totally avoiding this big brute, but people who know him well know that he’s still a young dude inside who wants to hang out with his friends, he just evolved kind of early

Mylene- Audino

Audino is such a sweet round warm loving creature, like how absolutely pleasant it is. It reminds me of Mylenes nature and i can imagine her being exactly like her normal self, always emerging with this lumbering scary Pangoro and treating him so sweetly. This one just fits, i think it works

Nathaneal- Mimikyu

Now i’ll tell you this one is really a toss up so feel free to suggest alteratives. I also heavily considered Datrix, the mid evolution of the Rowlet line. I think that this one is cute cause hes a shy dude that is beloved by many even if he struggles with putting himself out there. plus how he make that outfit? creative!

Rose- Deerling

This one also seems like a easy one but there are many sweet rounded creatures you can pick for Rose, I feel like she slots in many places. But I like deerling for her because its pink and naturey and also really sweet and earnest looking. I feel like a Deerling would always give the benefit of the doubt and i can imagine it swooning about love.

Juleka- Mismagius or Mawile

Also kind of tough you can probably also go with its pre-evolution for this . But I think Mawile isn’t a far reach either! In fact as I’m typing this i might even like it more but i’ll stick to my guns with it. There are a few pokemon you could use for Juleka I think

Lila- Sneasle

I could have also gone Zoura but I think Sneasle just suits her better. Its mean, its deceptive, it is cunny and brilliant. It suits her true nature but not exactly what she claims to be so I will also say Nickit is not totally a far reach for her I feel like that makes sense I just dont like what it evolves into much. Sneasle seems more dangerous to me than Nickit, but perhaps part of Lila’s charm is her unassuming appearance. Open to suggestions on this one!

#miraculous ladybug #miracuclass #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon #ml pokemon au #ml pmd au

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years

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I always write down my ideas so that I can send them in when your requests are open, so... can I request the reader pining for Endeavor and trying to get his attention (they have s crush, but they’re still shy about it) seemingly with no success, only to wake up one day tied up next to him. Enji realized everything: weren’t you asking for this? Reader is conflicted, bc they’re still attracted to him, but this is insane, it’s not the relationship they wanted, and oh my god this man is a monster

Enji is such an asshole… but he’s a protective asshole, and that’s all I really have to say about that.

Saying you’d had a ‘crush’ on Endeavor would’ve been a major understatement.

You’d been fixated him since you were in highschool, and he was still a rising Hero, finding his footing in the world of agencies and publicizing his ‘rivalry’ with All Might. You owned every key-chain, every figurine, every poster, everything that even mentioned your favorite Pro. When you’d managed to get a job at his agency fresh out of graduation, you’d been ecstatic, convinced that this was the perfect way to give back to the man you loved, the saint who’d convinced you that you didn’t have to be a villain, just because your quirk considered ‘dangerous’.

And, much to your shame, you wanted to catch his attention. To wear something provocative enough, or be so irresistibly innocent that he couldn’t help but corner you in some dark, empty part of his office, confess his feelings, and proceed to use you as his personal source of ‘stress-relief’ until you managed to fuck him out of your system. Not the most honorable way to view a father, divorcee, and a man more than ten years your senior, but you couldn’t help the way you felt. Endeavor was intoxicating to you. And besides, you knew it’d never happen. You’d seen him every day for the past two years, and he still called you by the wrong name, for fuck’s sake.

With that kind of mentality, waking up to a shirtless, muscular red-head should’ve seen like a dream, a blessing, stubble coating his cheeks and scared fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

You’d never felt more right then you had when imagining yourself in his arms, so why did this situation feel so… wrong.

“(Y/n), are you awake?” His voice was still rough, hoarse with sleep as he sat up, those firey blue eyes never leaving your slowly shifting form. You made an attempt to answer, blinking a few times and opening your mouth, but nothing came out, not before a steady pounding filled your head. You were hungover, obviously, something that made more sense than it should’ve. When you failed to respond, just curling into yourself and letting out a feeble whimper, he only hummed, leaning down to cup your cheek comfortingly. Or, as comfortingly as someone so threatening was capable of. “Don’t push yourself. Just take a deep breath, tell me when you’re ready.”

You shook your head, somewhat confused by his sudden kindness. Endeavor was never mean, not to his employees, but he wasn’t so sickeningly patient, either. “Todoroki, sir, how did I-”

“Enji,” He interrupted, sighing when your frown only deepened. “You’re wearing my shirt, in my bed, after riding my dick until you passed out on my chest. Call me Enji.”

“Whatever,” You huffed, instinctually uncomfortable. You took a moment to push yourself up, using the headboard for support as ‘Enji’ reached out, pulling you into his side and keeping an arm around your waist. You wanted to lean into him, to melt into the embrace of your idol, but as much as you tried, you couldn’t. This wasn’t how you imagined your ‘confession’ happening. This wasn’t how you wanted it to happen. “Uh… Enji, I think I should go soon. I’m sorry, but I don’t remember how I got here, and this is just so weird… I want to go home.”

His response was blunt, as steadfast as it was resolute. “No.”

You narrowed your eyes, glaring at your knees, fighting the temptation to pull your knees into your chest. “That’s not your ca-”

“You don’t get to make those choices for yourself, anymore,” He explained, nonchalantly. The was a hint of anger, like you’d told him you’d forgotten a pen, rather than told him you just wanted to leave. “I’ve had to watch you prance around in those revealing, slutty outfits since the day I hired you, winking and licking your lips and inviting anyone who comes along to bend you over the nearest desk and fuck you. It’s like you don’t even care that some villains going to take you up on that offer, one day.” As he spoke, the venom in his voice only built-up, practically dripping from his lips by the time he paused for air. You attempted to pull away, but a strong hand just clamped down around your hip, pulling you into his lap so effortlessly, you’d think he was just repositioning a rag-doll. It was only then that you noticed the weight around your ankle, light but present, all the same. You didn’t dare to glance down, hoping it was just a trick of your imagination. “You’re lucky I thought to track your phone. What if someone else had seen you, stumbling around and clinging onto anything you could reach?”

“Wait, I was so drunk I couldn’t stand, and you still thought it was alright to fuck me? What the hell?!” You didn’t care how much noise you made, much less that his hands were starting to heat-up, the warmth seeping into your skin. Your hands were on his chest before you could stop yourself, clawing and shoving as you tried to push yourself away, the… the chain on your ankle rattling as you kicked and thrashed. “And you tracked my fucking phone, that’s psychotic! If you don’t let me go, I swear I’ll go to the police! I’ll find another Pro-Hero, I’ll… I’ll call All Might!”

The words barely had time to leave your mouth before you were on the bed, once again, your back flush against the mattress and Enji’s scalding hand around your neck. It burnt, not enough to scar but so teasingly close. All you could do was grit your teeth, watching as Enji fought to control his temper above you. “Do not say his name. Never say his name.” His jaw clenched, and you begrudgingly nodded, some tension leaving his shoulders as you did so. “I’m doing you a favor. This is good, I’m protecting you. It’s not like you haven’t been begging me to.”

“No, this isn’t what I wanted.” Your voice was shaking, now, your vision starting to go blurry with tears. If Enji noticed, he didn’t seem to care, his expression saying neutral as your shoulders began to tremble. “You weren’t supposed to love me back, or kidnap me!”

Enji’s gaze softened, the man letting out a quiet chuckle before he leaned down, kissing your forehead so lightly, you nearly couldn’t feel it. His hand never left your neck, but he lowered himself to your level, resting his head on your chest as he spoke. “That doesn’t matter, this is for the best,” He repeated, and you stopped shifting, the reality of how fucked you were finally hitting you much too late. “You’re not grateful, but you will be. You’ll need to be, by the time I’m done with you.”

Again, you were struck with that same sense of wrongness, that feeling that you hadn’t quite made it to the other side of the uncanny valley, yet. But, you were starting to think you knew why.

You were in love with Endeavor, you were devoted to Endeavor. You’d never bothered with everyone else. He was your hero, and you’d trust him with your life.

But, Enji… Enji had kidnapped you, chained you down, and was now cooing over your muffled sobbing.

Endeavor wasn’t here, and Enji was a monster.

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hailene · 5 years

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Perfect Imperfection

Perfect Imperfection| part one

Characters: Jaemin x female lead, Chenle x female lead (the girl will go by the name of Aeri)

Genre: fluff, angst, writer!au, highschool!au

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: Aeri is the teenager who writes. Finding inspiration in anything surrounds her, her ideas go wild once she meets the perfect character, Na Jaemin. As a writer becomes obsessive with their favourite character, Aeri grows a weird passion for the bright boy. However, she's so focused on painting Jaemin as perfectly as possible, that she ignores the furry of fiery hair that takes her to night walks and shows her secret places around the town. Despite knowing everything, she forgets that playing with fire means getting burnt. And that sometimes, when we remember to stop, it's too late.

part one》 part two》 part three

"You can't possibly expect me to accept your chocolate milk as apology for hitting me with a basketball, Hyuck." I sigh as try to figure out my time table.

"Oh c'mon, I didn't even hit you that ha-..."

"What was your name again?" I tease him, furrowing my eyebrows as soon as I realize that tomorrow I literally had two classes at the same time. "What the hell?"

"What's wrong?" Jeno asks me, peaking over my left shoulder to look at the paper in my hands. "Wow, sociology and physics at the same time? I knew you were an ace but that's a bit extra terrestrial."

I sigh.

"Tell me about it." I say. "I didn't even want to take physics this year but apparently, the principal made the other choice be chemistry."

I turn around to face Jeno with clear despair written across my face. Dramatic as I absolutely adored to be.

"And I hate chemistry."

"I know, hun." He sighs, knowing about my absolute lack of desire to study chemistry. "You should go to the secretary so you can solve this. I'll ask Jeongin to cover this class for you."

I smile and hug him tightly.

"Thanks, Jen, you're the best." I say and run towards the other end of the school hall, ready to get my shit together for the first time during the new school year.

As I was preparing myself to enter the office, the door suddenly opened, making me step back in bewilderment. A hazelnut-haired boy stepped out of the room, a sweet smile plastered on his lips. His puppy-like eyes made him look young, maybe even younger than me, but his body figure was saying something else. He was definitely new, judging by his clothes. Really, nobody bothers to dress fancy around here, unless they want to prove something. And this boy was too good-looking to have anything else to prove, except the fact that he's willed to study and be nice to everyone.

Fun.

All my thoughts vanished when we made eye contact, finally making me aware of my physical presence there, reminding me that I am not some ghost that he can't see and I can't keep staring at him forever.

However, he simply nodded his head in apology for startling me and left. I shruged it off and entered the office, ignoring that spark deep inside that was telling me he was perfect.

By the end of the school week, I actually manage to realize I wasn't missing it that much. The one and only thing that I was missing about school was the incredible desire to write that it was giving me. I could write novels and novels... just so I don't have to do my homework. I would write wherever, whenever. During classes, during lunch, with my friends or alone. It didn't matter. If I was getting stroken by some heavenly idea, there was nothing that could stop me.

The perfect character.

That's what I was doing too when Renjun came to me this evening, while I was sitting on the edge of the basketball court. He sat near me in silence for a few minutes, before actually voicing out the actual reason why he came in the first place.

"The writing contest is starting again soon." He says and I nod. "But miss Kang told me she doesn't want you to participate."

I turn around to face him, my eyes wide in disbelief. This contest has been one of my greatest motivations ever since middle school and I can't let her take this away from me. Why would miss Kang even do that? She loves me. Or at least so I thought? Have I done something wrong? Did I annoy her with my infinite questions regarding the use of tenses or anything of this kind? Hell, I knew I should've kept it lowkey...

"What? She can't do tha-..."

"I'm not done yet." Renjun says calmly. "She doesn't want you to participate because you'd win anyway."

I smile softly and sigh. Renjun has always been somehow gentle but ruthless at the same time. And he's my only friend who truly understands my passion for writing. Not necessarily because he'd be passionate about this too, but because he's interested in understanding the people around him. And honestly, that's one of the things that make him such a great blessing.

"So she told me to ask you if you'd like to be one of the judges." He continues and I look at him bewildered once again.

"She what?" I ask surprised.

"I know you heard it the first time." He smiles. "Is that an yes?"

"Oh my God, Renjun, this is... this is..."

My dream ever since I was like 12.

"Insane." I finish my sentence.

Renjun smiles in response as I close my eyes and sigh, trying to collect myself.

"So I think you accept the offer-..."

"Of course I do!" I say maybe a bit too loud.

I smile awkwardly, telepathically apologizing for startling him with my loud voice. He shrugs.

"Cool then." He says standing up. "I'll see you around."

***

"The try-outs for the basketball team are on Thursday and I barely heard anybody being interested in coming." Jeno sighs while sticking a poster on the notice board.

"Don't worry, I'm sure people will come." I say as I hand him another poster. "The basketball team is pretty cool after all."

"Because I'm part of it." He smiles sheepishly and I punch his arm. "Didn't hurt at all."

I stick my tongue out to him but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Why doesn't Renjun want to join?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"He's actually doing a pretty good job as unofficial manager so I can't really mind." My bestfriend says, looking at the posters he has pinned so far. "How many do we have left?"

"About ten." I say looking at the posters in my hands.

Jeno sighs. I wish I could do something to lift his mood. I wish I could make him believe the try-outs aren't going to be crappy, but I am not too sure about it myself. He loves the basketball team so much and he would certainly do almost anything for it. The passion that he has is inspiring, but sometimes, it's too much for his own good. However, I guess it doesn't really matter as long as he loves his job, does it?

"Let's go and stick those at each of the entrances and the notice board from outside." He says and I head towards the entrance of the building.

As I prepare to go around the corner, heading to the entrance hall, I suddenly bump into somebody, making me fall on the ground with all the posters that I was initially holding flying around me.

"Crap, I'm so sorry!" I hear somebody saying and the next thing I know is that somebody helps me stand up.

The hazelnut-haired boy I met on the first day of school at secretary's office.

Looking even finer than back then.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, waking me up from my thoughts once again.

I nod as I bend down to gather the posters. The hazelnut-haired boy rushes to help me, handing me the posters that he's gathered when we're done.

"Aeri, what ha-... oh, Jaemin? What are you doing here?" I hear Jeno asking as soon as he approaches us.

Jaemin? So that's the name of the hazelnut-haired boy?

But how does my bestfriend know him?

"I realized I'd left in my locker some books that I need so I came to take them." The boy in front of me answers with a bright smile on his lips.

God, he's gorgeous.

"Oh, the try-outs for the basketball team?" Jaemin asks pointing towards the posters in my hand. "I'm thinking of giving it a chance, to be honest..."

"Really?" Jeno says. "That would be awesome, we're actually pretty much in need of people at the moment."

"I guess I'll come then." Jaemin says happily. "Ah, do you guys need help with sticking these?"

"Well, unless you have anything else to do, sure, why not?" Jeno smiles, looking at me and reassuring me it's fine.

Fine.

"I'm Jaemin, by the way." He says, extending his hand in front of me, a charming smile plastered on his lips.

"Aeri." I say, shaking his hand.

"Wait, you're the girl from the secretary office, right?" He asks and I feel my face heating in embarassment.

"Uh... yeah..." I say and he chuckles.

"I was in a rush back then, I didn't even realize that I hadn't stopped to apologize for bumping into you." He says and a small smile makes its way up to my lips.

"Nah, that's alright."

We finish pinning up the posters while having small talk and Jaemin proves himself to be an actual kind and funny guy, which didn't surprise me that much. I could tell by his bright smile and the sparkles in his eyes that he had something special. That he would be somebody worth writing about. But there was a part of me that couldn't believe him. It couldn't believe his perfect fit for a prince from the fairytales. There had to be something twisted about him. A hidden side of him. And I was ready to find out what that was about.

***

I try to gather up my things as fast as possible after the physics class, pretty bothered by the fact that I didn't understand half of today's lesson. Well, true, that might also be because I was sketching out some ideas on my writing notebook rather than paying complete attention to the class. As I try to make my way out of the class, I bump into somebody. Why do I have to bump into somebody everyday lately? I drop my books like a loser and mentally slap myself for not taking time to put them in my backpack instead of deciding to carry them in my hands. I rush to gather them all and my eyes meet a furry of firey hair and I feel myself smiling.

Zhong Chenle. The actual sun of my year. And not just because of his newly dyed orange hair, but also because of his blinding-bright personality.

I've never been close to him, to be honest. We have never been closer than classmates are supposed to be because I simply couldn't find any reason for me to do otherwise. He was smiling to everybody, friends with everybody and nice to everybody. But at the same time, he belonged to no one, which is why I personally thought his new hair colour suited him perfectly, he was like the sun: warm but at the same time, far, far away.

He lifts his head to look at me while gathering his books and gives me a small smile that, if I didn't know him at all, I would take as a playboyish smirk. But no, that's simply his natural smile.

"Haven't seen anybody rushing so much out of the class lately." He chuckles. "You okay?"

"Just trying to leave the bad energy behind as soon as possible." I say and his loud laugh echoes in the class, some of the other kids throwing him annoyed glares. But he didn't care.

"People use to tell me all the bad energy dissappears when I step into the room." Chenle says and it's my turn to chuckle.

"Well, I guess the level of bad energy from this specific class is too much for you to handle."

I stand up and he does the same. I look at him and smile without being able to hold back. Then, I leave. But if I had looked behind me just once, I would have seen him looking back.

That evening, Jeno and Donghyuck came over with a box of cookies freshly baked by Jeno's mom. She loves me and Hyuck loves her cookies, therefore the combination. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be a study night, we end up talking about random things while emptying the cookie box.

"So, are you still writing if you're not in the writing contest?" Donghyuck asks me, his chipmunk cheeks stuffed with cookies, crumbs around his mouth.

"Of course." I say smiling. "I'm not writing just for contests."

"A mundane like you wouldn't understand." Jeno adds and I laugh at the sight of Hyuck's frown which made him look like an annoyed squirrel.

"As if you're not a mundane too..." he mutters.

"I am one of the chosen mundanes." Jeno smirks and Donghyuck rolls his eyes, making me roll back on my bed in laughter.

"Maybe... I would understand better if I saw..." I hear Hyuck saying and before I can react, I hear him standing up and heading towards my desk.

Heck no.

"Don't you dare, Lee Donghyuck!" I shout as I stumble towards him.

But I'm not fast enough. He picks up my notebook from my desk and opens it with pure curiosity on his face.

"Hyuck, Hyuckie, please just don't, it's really personal-..."

"Newton's first law of motion predicts the behavior of objects for which all existing forces are balanced." He reads and I stop in the midst of my action. "I mean... it's truly personal. So personal that I think I have written the same thing in my physics class last year."

He shrugs.

"Did you change the covers so I couldn't recognize which of these is your writing notebook?" He asks, searching through the tower of books and notebooks that was sitting peacefully on my desk. "That's actually really smart!"

However, all I can do is stare at the notebook in horror. I have certainly never written anything related to my school subjects in that notebook so how did that de-...

Wait a second.

I pick up the notebook Donghyuck originally opened and I flip its pages, searching for anything familiar. Anything that might assure me this belongs to me.

This is not my handwriting.

The physics class. The physics class. The physics-...

I freeze.

Class.

"Crap!" I mutter and both Hyuck and Jeno look at me confused.

"What's up?" Donghyuck asks. "Look, I mean... it's cool that you write about Newton's second law in your writing notebook but-..."

He stops when he sees me franatically shaking my head.

"That." I point towards the foreign notebook sitting on my desk like a cursed thing. "That isn't mine."

"Then whose is it?" Jeno asks confused. "It looks exactly like your notebook."

I know, right?

"It's Chenle's." I say but my voice comes out as a terrified whisper.

"Wait what?" Hyuck says, almost choking on his cookie. "Chenle? As in Zhong Chenle? That carrot head in your year who laughs louder than the fire alarm?"

I nod, too shocked to laugh at his funny but accurate description of my classmate.

"Why do you have his notebook?" Jeno asks.

I cover my face with hands and sigh, then take a deap breath to explain the situation to them as shortly as possible.

"We bumped into each other and I think we accidentally took each other's notebook." I say as the realisation hits me. "Guys, he has my writing notebook!"

I fall on the floor of my bedroom.

"I am screwed." I cry. "If he reads it, my life is over."

"Why?" Donghyuck asks confused. "Did you write about him-...?"

"No, you don't understand!" I shout. "Those ideas, those words, anything that I write there, all of it is... it's... it's personal! It's a piece of my that I wouldn't give to anybody-..."

I break off.

"Hey, it's alright, ask him to return it to you tomorrow." Jeno says, trying to calm me down but for the first time, it's useless.

"No no no, if I tell him that, he'll be fully aware of the fact that the notebook doesn't belong to him and his curiosity might make him read it-... DAMN what should I do?" I say as I pace around my room, massaging my head.

Suddenly, an idea pops in my head.

I turn towards my friend.

"Hyuckieee, my favourite friend... you know I love you so dearly..."

"Okay, what's up with that cringey smile and disgustingly fake affectionate words?" He asks, taking a step back.

"You'd help me right? I'm your friend and you love me so you'd help me, right? Right, Hyuck?" I ask, stepping closer to him.

His eyes widden in terror.

"For fuck's sake, Aeri, just say whatever you need, you know I hate when you do this."

I chuckle. That was the point after all.

"Give me Chenle's address." I demand. "As soon as possible."

"I don't know it." He shrugs.

"But you can find it out." I smile sweetly and he rolls his eyes.

I put on a dark hoodie while Donghyuck taps something on his phone. Jeno watches us patiently, moving his gaze between me and Hyuck occasionally.

"I texted you the address." He says, putting his phone back in the pocket of his black jeans. "But what are you gonna do? Break into his house?"

"Wait, Aeri, you're not gonna break into his house, are you?"

He chuckles and I say nothing as I take Chenle's notebook and my phone and head towards the door. When Hyuck realizes I haven't answered his question, his chuckles suddenly stop.

"Of course not." I say smiling. "Just surprise him. See you guys later!"

I close the door behind me, leaving them alone in my room.

"Was that really Chenle's address?" Jeno asks after some time.

"Nope." Donghyuck answers shifting.

Jeno looks at him expectantly.

"Jaemin's." He continues, an innocent smile on his lips.

Jeno sighs but smiles shortly after, shaking his head, amuzed by the whole situation.

"C'mon, man." He says standing up. "We have to visit the Zhong ressidence tonight."

A/N: Hello, everybody! This is my first tumblr fic, did you enjoy the first part? How do you feel about it so far? I'll update soon!

hailene x

#nct #nctdream #fanfiction #nct fanfic #nct angst #chenle #jaemin #jeno #haechan #donghyuck #renjun #angst #fluff #writer #highschool #kpop

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faiqairudin · 7 years

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Where is Awang Budiman? Ramshackle Performance

Script for the Ramshackle fan fiction night at performance at Kaleidoscope Brunei on January 21, 2017. In the performance I was a film maker searching for Awang Budiman, only to discover the real answer was closer than I had imagined.

8-10 minutes presentation with Powerpoint slides (run time with breaks)

Performance Actions

JACKET OFF FIRST

THEN TIE

FOLLOWED BY BELT

THEN TROUSERS

SLIPPERS CHANGE FROM SHOES

TALKING AS I TAKE OFF SHIRT

FINAL PART IS ME WEARING THE DASTAR

Thank you everyone for coming. I’m going structure this as a lecture. I think it’s an important area of study and something that needs to be shared. As you heard I am a filmmaker. I don’t have any film footage now but what I will reveal to you is very interesting. If you’ve brought a pen and paper or a notepad of some kind, even your phone that would be of great use.

As you know as well, as the night has gone on the room can get quite hot. So do bear that in mind. In 1999 Brunei searched for a mascot for their largest ever sporting event that they hosted, the South East Asian games, better known as the SEA Games. An event that is held every four years. The name of the mascot they settled on?

Awang Budiman

I have two central questions to this presentation:

What is an Awang Budiman?

What is Awang Budiman doing now?

Bear these two questions in mind as we go through this.

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#AwangBudiman2017

Let’s look first at how Awang Budiman is seen now. If you grew up in the 90s, you’ve seen him around but why has there been a recent resurgence?

Let’s see what forms he has taken:

Here he is on a hat

Here he is several times on a car

Here he is posing for drawings in different positions

Here he is as a sticker

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

Are they looking at a reference of him, is he just sitting around waiting to be on stickers? Is he in a closet or room somewhere biding him time to pose?Just waiting for that call, sitting in a closet hoping someone will call? I don’t know that is why I have been researching this subject

Now we’ve looked at him in the recent years, let’s try and answer another central question:

What is an Awang Budiman?

So to first answer this question what better way than by the colours. Red Yellow Black

Firstly, let’s go from top to bottom

The Dastar is red and of course the belt is as well

The Shirt is yellow

The three-quarter trousers are black

Red - What does it mean? What does it signify?

Fire. Firey, he has a flame in him that can’t be burnt out.

Movement. It was the SEA games so he did a lot of sports

Love. Perhaps a fine lover. This we can’t speculate too much on.

Sensitivity. A quality that drew out his caring side.

The soft Budiman.

The sensitive Budiman.

The cuddly Budiman.

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Yellow - Ok. Let’s think about this as well.

Light. He lights up any room that he enters.

Energy. Much like the Movement quality in Red, it’s related to his sporting ability in 21 sports. All of which he was a master of.

SHOW SLIDE OF BUDIMAN PLAYING SPORTS

As you can see in this slide, these are the examples of his energy and drive. And everything else I mentioned before.

You have traditional rowing, squash, swimming, boxing, pencak Silat and the like

Moving on. Yellow could also mean Freshness. Like fruit, fresh fruit. A banana perhaps.

Joy. Just imagine Awang Budiman’s face now in your mind’s eye. That is the true meaning of Joy.

Black not just in hair colour, but in clothing as well

Indulgence. Much like rich chocolates, being in the presence of Awang Budiman is an indulgence only few have enjoyed.

Elegance. Known for his simple yet refined look Awang Budiman, you might say is the 90s poster child for elegance.

Mystery. And of course, an Awang in the shadows. An Awang of mystery.

Now. We firmly established what a Budiman is and what colors his clothing conjures up. Where I went to continue this search took me to places I could never imagine This lead me to, RED, YELLOW AND BLACK. What countries have that colour in their flag? [pause] Yes that’s right ANGOLA, GERMANY and the SABAR-AGA-MU-WA PROVINCE IN SRI LANKA. I won’t bore you with all the details of each country that I went to go find my answer, but i’ll try:

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Angola - Angola is located in Southern Africa or South of Africa whichever you prefer. And to my surprise there were 25 million people, so not exactly an easy place to find Awang Budiman.

The capital of Lu-anda was amazing. I stayed at Le Presidente Luanda, for what must’ve been close to a six months. A huge lobby and fantastic views of the city. I could really talk about Angola forever. But that’s enough for now…

Germany - I visited the Berlin Wall. There was nothing much else. And again Awang Budiman could not be found.

Sabar-aga-mu-wa Province in Sri Lanka - Ok I have to admit I didn’t go to this place but I thought the flag was interesting.

So now you know what the flag looks like when you go to Sri Lanka. None of these places gave me satisfactory answers, so the question remains

Where to find Awang Budiman?

But what if this was a dead end? Such was the web that Awang Budiman weaved the real answer lay somewhere else? So, after the goose chase I sat at home and gathered my thoughts. I started to try and put all the pieces together I have been gathering. Red, Angola, Yellow, Germany, Stickers. It dawned on me that in 1999, George Lucas released the first prequel trilogy of Star Wars. Yes that’s right: Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace. Wikipedia page. So I said to myself. I need to email George Lucas about this. So in September 2012 I decided to send him an email and it went like this

STARTS TAKING SHIRT OFF. TAKES OUT COPY OF EMAIL FROM BELT. TAKES OFF SHIRT COMPLETELY.

Dear George Lucas

I was on Wikipedia the other day and found it interesting that the first prequel movie Star Wars: Episode 1 came out the same year as Awang Budiman. I have been searching for Awang Budiman for many years now and thought you might know where he is.

Hope to hear from you soon So that was the letter, I was check my inbox daily for his reply. Days past, days turn into weeks, weeks turn into the months. Then out of the blue. I receive an email back from him. Bear in mind at this point I wasn’t sure if I could continue my search, even though it had been 17 years since I first began on my journey, I was ready to give it all up. So email he sent, that I waited so long to hear from him, said:

Check your mail

This made me even more confused because I had received nothing, nothing at all in my mail - email or mail at home. I was growing restless and anxious. What was the meaning behind it? Why not give me an explanation? Why not give me more? I had been waiting for an answer from him, and this is all I got? A “check your mail?“

BOX IS PASSED TO ME ON STAGE AND I LOOK AT THE BOX. TAKE OUT THE DASTAR TO THE SOUND OF GULINGTANGAN. TURN AROUND AND LIFT THE DASTAR UP. DO THE AWANG BUDIMAN POSE AND SAY:

I found him

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Runewright

Wanted to do creative writings for November, only just now finally starting some of it. Dedicated wordcount for every day, so I’ve gotta play a lot of catchup. Decided to finish up a short story about a tabletop OC, Joshua Willow. Professional spellslinger and wanted fugitive. I had about 1500-ish words of this written before I sat down today, and it clocked in at 3464. That’s not bad. Anyway, enjoy.

The sound of thunder welcomed his arrival into town, but it was a sound he was used to.

Truth be told it always rained like shit on this side of the nearby river. But he was low on supplies, hadn't slept in a bed that actually fit the definition of the term in days, and the sack of coins that rested precariously off his belt was dangerously close to whipping away in the wind, for how light it was. And it was raining, so his one good cloak - hood over the face and all - was soaked to the bone and was gonna be useless to him if he tried to keep a pace like this. As much as he hated wandering into town this time of night - in this part of the country, to boot - he needed coin and comfort, and town was the only place he was going to get that sort of combo. You couldn't milk coins from cows. At least not with his talents.

So it came to pass that he was in a rain-drenched coat, slogging his way through god-forsaken mud, dragging his ragged ass into the most homey little hamlet he could stumble into late one evening. Smelling for all the world like wet hay and stale ale. Admittedly, that's because he'd polished off the flask that held the last of his 'reserve' and slept the last night in the middle of an abandoned barn, so taken all into account, they were correct. But like hell he'd admit to such a thing.

And with luck, he found a place open that might actually be one he fit in perfectly: Barn Owl Tavern, a nice cozy place that took up the majority of the main 'thoroughfare', if you could even call it that. But he wasn't even to the doors of that warm-looking hole in the wall before the people still outside, hiding under canopies and sheltered roofs were giving him dirty looks as he tried not to muddy his worn-to-the-sole boots too much more, though picked up his steps enough that he figured people wouldn't much try and pick a fistfight in the damn rain. He'd hope.

Sliding into the door of the tavern, the warmth washed over him like his favorite bottle of spirits. It wasn't much to look at, true - places like these never were. But damned if a nice roaring fire and a decent meal didn't put him in a better mood than he'd felt for the last few days of slumming it on the road. Making sure to wipe his boots on the rug at the front, he strode up to the woman at the counter, hood still drawn over his face.

"Pardon me, but would you by any chance have some rooms still available for the night?"

The girl looked up at him quizzically, and, perhaps, a bit of apprehension - after all, he didn't exactly look like your model citizen. Dark red hair with streaks of white, facial hair that hadn't seen a razor in a week, and a white tattoo that seemed to encompass his right eye - whose color was mismatched with his left, instead of a sea-foam green a more stark pearl-white. He was a mess, and he damn well knew it. He shoved down the urge to give a crooked grin to complete the visage of a madman.

"Well, I- one room, sir, but the ceiling leaks a bit in this weather-"

"Over the bed?" "No, sir." "How much?" "12 silvers, sir-" "And a hot meal with a drink?" "F-five silvers-. but" "I'll take it."

The girl seemed taken aback and flabbergasted - clearly trying to push him away with a leaky ceiling and substandard service. He rooted around in his pouch. Yeah, just enough. He dropped two gold coins on the counter. The young woman looked at him, admitting defeat as she pulled a ledger out of the underside.

"Your name...?" "Willow's fine." "Alright, Willow. It'll take some time to get you your meal and your room set up. Do you mind waiting down here?" "Not at all. Thanks."

With a curt nod, he managed to shuffle himself away from the counter and towards the roaring fireplace near the wall, cracking with enough heat he could feel his clothes already starting to dry a bit. For a brief moment, things looked up, and, drying himself in what looked like the cosiest chair one could draw up to the fire, he shut his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the tension seep out of his body a bit. Maybe for one he'd have a chance to step into town without everything going to-

"Oi, you!" Shit.

Heavy, lumbering steps seemed to cross the distance from the other side of the inn, the voice belligerent and bellowing at what he knew was his direction, but chose not to respond. Not that he didn't know he was referring to him, but it at least made him look slightly less suspicious if he waits until-

"I'm talkin’ to you, ya drippy hooded shitbag!" There it is. He starts to turn, looking up a well-built, heavyset man and his two lanky friends - all common folk and locals, by the look of it. And smelling to high heaven of cheap beer, the piss-drunk smell managing to seep through his own odorous aura of 'wet dog'.

"Hm? Yes, what is it?" He put on a polite, almost casual face - which wasn't hard, indifferent as he was to the trio of common folk glaring daggers at him.

"What it is, you out-of-towner asswipe, is that you're sitting in my seat." The heavyset man leaned down, giving him a beady eye. "And we locals don't like when out of towner asswipes coming into our favorite inn and steal our seats."

"Is that so." He could only respond with the coolest indifference to the man's anger.

"Yes, it is so, so if you'd kindly move your ass-"

"See, now, that's my fault, really. Terrible mistake on my part." He remained still in the seat (his seat), but he could feel a smirk starting to dance across his weathered face. "You see, claims like this, I was told to believe, needed to have some sort of written backing to them. And, well, you didn't look very literate to me."

A vein pulsed at the base of the man's neck, fingers curling into white-knuckled fists. "What did you say?"

"Oh, no, really, it's my mistake. See, you looked all the world to me like some illiterate hooch-guzzling lunkhead, but I can see now how deceiving looks can-"

The man, blood boiling, wasted no time hauling him to his feet by the scruff of his cloak, which got more than a startled grunt out of him - especially since the hood dropped heavily to his back, letting them see his face in all its misaligned glory.

"Hey - innit he the guy on the posters they put up all over every town from here to the border?" The lanky friend to the right of the heavyset man muttered.

"Well, I figure you're right!" The one on the left grinned, crookedly.

"Ohh, friend. You oughta not have come here." The lunkhead's fury turned to what could only be described as a dark and manic glee. "See, sounds like you've run yourself afoul of the powers-that-be. Manny read the list off to me. Dereliction of duty, practicing of outlawed magics, treason-"

His own smile split wide, half-lidded eyes lighting up. "Aha, I was right. You are an illiterate hooch-guzzling lunkhead."

They didn't like that.

With a roar of various obscenities he didn't quite catch in the commotion, he found his body hurled through the air, slamming his head against what he suspected was a wooden table, which immediately made his vision swim for a split second. When his eyes realigned - one of the two lanky men had grabbed a chair, with the intent to bring it down on his already hurting skull.

"Oh, fuck this-!" Gritting his teeth,he'd pulled out his weapon of choice with alarming speed - a branch of elm, with a curved grip that fit right in his hand. He pointed it at the chair the man raised high. "You asked for it-!"

He grit his teeth as he could feel the magic respond. He felt a heat on the right of his face, his tattoo glowed, his eye, he knew, followed suit, and his hair, those white streaks, lit up with a bright firey red as a blast erupted from his wand, catching the chair, as the smell of smoke suddenly hung in the air. What shortly followed was a scream and a sizzling of something burning - what soon became obvious, as the man dropped the now burning wooden chair with a cry, his hands red as the spell-slinging man’s hair in an instant. He rolled out of the way out of the burning chair, managing to spring to his feet against the two remaining assailants as the man impulsively ran for the door - probably to dunk his hands in the horses water trough.

"Alright, you assholes. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm sober, and you're in the way of me fixing all three. So I'm only gonna give you one chance-"

The big lug and his remaining skinny friend bellowed and charged him, apparently more inspired by his display of magic affinity. Great. They never did let him finish.

Pointing his wand at the skinny friend, he felt the mark on his face tingle, the telltale sign of a gold-and-blue flash running from his tattoo to his eye and hair as a bolt of lightning cracked straight out from the wand and into the skinny man, who promptly lost control of his legs. Getting out of the way of the collision course was easy enough after that, though he had to admit he wasn't expecting the man to knock himself out charging straight into a wall.

"You curse-conjuring bastard!" Fuck, that's right, the big guy. He swung a haymaker that he just barely kept from knocking his chin out-of-place, gritting his teeth as he was backed into the corner, he didn't really want to have to resort to raw magic, but the fellow wasn't exactly giving him any other options.

The next time the man wound up for a punch that would have permanently crooked his nose, the wand was pointed at his midsection. Another flash - not a tingle like the electric energy, not the heat of the burn, but the feeling of energy, of arcane might without form or purpose coursing through him as his shot hit the man with enough force to knock him on his hindquarters, clearly in pain from the single shot alone. Lucky him.

Panting and rubbing at his cheek, he walked forward, leaning down to the man in pain, who looked up with him with an all-to-familiar mix of hatred and fear. "I'll get you for this, I swear I fuckin’ will, you think you can just-"

"What I think I can do," he said, his eyes cold and piercing, forcing the man who'd caused him so much trouble to look into his mismatched eyes. "is give you chicken feet and leave you stranded in the closest monster-inhabited cave if you try to mess with me again."

The man's color drained from his face real quick, scrambling back away from him as he bolted for the door, clearing out what was left of the inn's lower floor.

Exhausted, he staggered over to the counter, leaning on it. "Miss," He said, speaking to the woman attending the counter he had spoken to when he first entered, who was now cowering under said counter. He couldn't exactly blame her. "Look, I'm sorry about that. I can't really pay for the chair I lit on fire, not really. In fact, I was hoping that over a hot meal I could ask your proprietor or proprietress about any work that could be done around here for coin-"

"And why exactly would I be doing any business with a wanted fugitive?" He heard a telltale click, whirling around, hands in the air, as he stared down the business end of - shit on him, a crossbow? And one that looked like it was meant to hunt things much hardier than him.

The woman holding the deadly armament was looking him dead in the eye now - a little older than him, but probably a rugged huntress in her prime. A frown on her face.

"Ma'am, I know I caused a bit of trouble for you, but I promise you-"

"You realize that was my cousin Manuel that you just gave blistered fingers for a week? What do you gotta say to that?"

"Manuel... he was the one of the trio that could read, right?" As usual, his mouth lept before the rest of his brain had detangled the best way to talk himself out of his own mess.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I guess I'd say then that your cousin is a fool, and an asshole besides." Shit, goddammit, Willow. You stupid motherfucker. You're about to get shot.

There was a pause. The woman lowered her crossbow, laughing.

"You're damn right, too. I've told that idiot that Wilson's a moron who's only gonna get him into trouble, and the idiot gets suckered into a tavern brawl with a damn Runewright! I hope his blisters burst."

His hands lowered as quickly as his brow raised. The fact that this tavern owner knew exactly what he was-

"Oh, don't give me that look." And she could read him like a damn book. "At least not until we get you your meal and drink. After that, you can tell me why exactly the Runewright and fugitive Joshua 'Quicksilver' Willow is in my tavern."

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His clothes were finally on the dryer side by the time he got to sit down with meal and a refreshingly cold ale, sitting in the cozy chair that had gotten him into so much trouble (he earned it, dammit). The tavern's owner sat across from him, enjoying a similar meal as she shot him looks that he'd be worried were rife with mocking mirth if she hadn't, y'know, avoided shooting him.

"You weren't gonna really turn Wilson into a chicken, right?" She broached, choosing her words with care.

"What do I look like, a witch?" He cocked an eyebrow, a smirk crawling across his face now that he could at least answer his belly's growling . "No, that was just to make him piss his britches and think twice about coming back with a mob overnight."

She responded to the smirk with a chuckle of her own. "Thought so. Never heard of a Runewright who could give a person chicken legs."

There it was, the fact she knew that word. The right word for what he was. He couldn't stop himself from looking at her, scanning her for some sort of tell.

"You're wondering how I knew you were a Runewright." She said, putting down her mug.

"I'm wondering that you knew of Runewrights at all. The tattoo's a bit of a dead giveaway." He responded.

"We had cause to head to the city and hire one up when I was a bit younger. He had to have been around your age when we first met him. Johnny Montgomery he was calling himself, then."

The name triggered a twinge of remembrance, as a barking laugh escaped his throat. "Shit on me, you knew old man Monte the Ward?" He leaned forward, posture hunched. "Old-fashioned grumpy-ass stickler for rules. I would have never expected him to go by 'Johnny'."

"By the tone of your voice it sounds like he was your idol." She had to hold back her own laughter - instead committing to a weirdly dainty sort of snicker that he found kind of charming on a woman who could twist his arm behind his back.

"Mentor, actually. Insomuch as any of us Runewrights have or listen to them." A sigh escaped his lips,looking down at the plate. "We aren't exactly known for being bookworms, despite the arcane pedigree."

"So I noticed."

"Still, Monte the Ward taught me and a few others everything we knew about the craft. Jinxing Jacobs, Hector the Hex, Ash-Wood Annabelle..."

"And what happened to them?" Ah, the thrust of her point, laid bare for both of them to see - her eyes clearly showed some worry now. For him? Maybe not. But she had known ol' Monte. "I mean, all we knew was the announcement from the Ruling Chambers that Runewrighting was now an offense and blight upon the land, yadda yadda, and that every last one of them were now fugitives at large."

He stared into his drink, and contemplated not answering. After all, what did he owe this woman? A hot meal and meager lodgings, maybe, but nothing so much as a damned story by the fire. But, after a preparatory swig - one that took much longer than any sane person would like, and left the cup as dry-bone as could be, he felt the words bubbling to the surface easily enough.

"Your guess is as good as mine. S'not like we were told exactly the reason now we were being hunted for 'crimes against the Ruling Chambers'. Sure, it's a damn dangerous art, but we knew the risks when we signed up. Hells, the announcement didn't come until after we'd broke loose of our own quarters - morning raid by the capital's City Guard."

Her eyes went wide at that. "You're shitting me."

"Dead serious." And his face was set in a misaligned scowl as serious as he could muster. "We had all of about 3 minutes forewarning, and I'd never seen ol' Monte so inflamed. It was his idea, what happened. He'll hold them off, the rest of us - the whole lot, the entire Runewrighting society, or whatever the hells you want to call it - scatter to the four winds. No contact, no meetups, nothing. Fly solo, and don't get involved in each other's business. If they hunt down one of us, they can't get to the rest of us."

"Hells below." It was her turn to stare into her cup.

"Yeah. So that was the last time I saw Jinxing Jacobs or Monte or Annabelle or any of the other probably dozen-plus others. I mean, I used to see them on wanted posters and the like - the ones you guys see of me. But that was a year ago. I haven't seen any but my own in the past... six? Months? Maybe they got out of the damn country, like I'm trying to do. But it's just as likely I'm the only Runewright still out there not under lock and key."

"Well, damn, Willow. I'm sorry."

"Ugh, don't be.” He refused to meet her gaze. ”Last thing I need is some innkeep in a town this side of the river wasting her compassion on a wreck like me." He waved a chicken drumstick in her face, chomping down on it with reckless abandon.

"If you insist." Her lips pursed closed as she thought. "...Tell you what. You're lookin' for work? I know a field nearby needs cleared of some spirit or whatever it haunting it overnight, and there's probably a cave or two that could use you lookin' at it."

"What's the catch?"

"Catch one is I'm takin' that wooden chair my idiot cousin tried to hit you with out of your pay."

"Understandable." He grimaced, but it's not like she didn't have a point.

"Second catch is I need you out of this town by sundown tomorrow evening. I'm not gonna risk another altercation with Wilson, and he'll be back here by sundown as sure as I am that you'll be gone. And I won't pay you if there's anything left undone when it's time for you to get gone."

"Two caves, a haunted field, and a 24-hour time limit? Hah. You're being almost generous." His smirk finally bloomed into a grin, a bit of cocksure feeling finally getting back into his step.

"Don't make me grab my crossbow off the mantle again, Quicksilver. Do a good job and I might even throw in a map to the border for you. It ain't far south of here." She returned that cocky smirk back wholesale, and it was all Willow could do to laugh.

"Deal."

It was a job, and he was nothing if not a professional. At least, that's what he had to tell himself on the days that it all worked out.

Gods, he needed out of this goddamn country. It was going to the dogs.

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