#that snippet is not my best she's currently in the 'i got two lines of dialogue in my head and had to see where they went' stage
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CAN WE PLEASE HAVE MORE OF DAVEY’S TERRIBLY UGLY CAT I LOVE HERRRRRRRRR
(i'm so glad there's hype for a pet oc i made on a whim. i don't know why this cat is so special to me but she is.)
i honestly wish i had more of her - the most i have for 'davey and his terrible cat au' is a bunch of snippets, most of which i've already posted, and a very vague outline of plot.
the idea is that davey volunteers at a pet shelter between work and school and it's his whole life. he used to volunteer at his hometown shelter in high school, and he got really mad about how some of the volunteers treated the animals who needed more support. no one wanted to go near gollum. and it wasn't just 'cause she's a hairless breed, plenty of people like hairless breeds, to the point where it's kind of a problem. it's because she needed so much work. she was angry, she'd spit, she'd bite, she'd hiss, she wouldn't go near anyone and if anyone came near her it didn't go well. but we know davey has a soft spot for strays. we know he won't give up on things even when he really, really should. so he didn't give up on her - he'd sit in her kennel and read his books, just sitting with her in silence until she got up the courage to come near him. he'd talk to her. he'd wait until she touched him to pet her - and even then he'd stop if she seemed frightened. because that's all she was, FRIGHTENED. she wasn't a bad cat, she was just scared. and eventually, he adopted her.
where the plot ACTUALLY begins is the shelter davey currently volunteers for is running an event they annually run during exam season where people can come in and interact with the more sociable animals. it helps the animals socialize, it helps students destress, it helps bring people in a position to adopt into the shelter and it encourages people in a position to volunteer to do so, so it's a win-win all around. the problem is that jack starts volunteering afterwards, and davey really doesn't think he's cut out for it. volunteering isn't just having a bunch of pets with none of the responsibility, it's hard work that can sometimes be really heartbreaking, and he's just not sure jack's gonna last.
they become friends, davey's hesitations aside, and obviously jack is a little enamoured with him - so when davey mentions an ex-boyfriend off the cuff, jack tries to gage some interest. "ex-boyfriend, huh? wonder what that sucker did to mess that up." to which davey responds lightheartedly "oh, well my cat hated him, so he had to go." obviously davey's mostly joking - yes, gollum is distrustful of everyone but davey, but that ex was also just. not a good guy in general. but jack doesn't know that, so cue jack going out of his way to get the gollum seal of approval so he can date this man.
and a snippet for your convenience:
“Oh, Davey...” Jack tries to hide his cringe. “You put your cat in a sweater?”
Davey flushes beautifully.
“They’re medical!” He insists, hugging Gollum defensively to his chest. “You try going through winter with single-glazed windows and no fur!”
Jack raises a pointed eyebrow.
“So is there a medical reason it's a Star Fleet uniform, or...?”
Davey tries his best to hide his spreading blush behind Gollum’s skinny body.
“The Etsy store was having a sale...”
#that snippet is not my best she's currently in the 'i got two lines of dialogue in my head and had to see where they went' stage#we'll fine-tune her eventually.#newsies#uksies#davey's terrible cat au#david jacobs#davey jacobs#jack kelly#javid#javey#pigeon scribbles#fic thoughts
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Double the Love | Part Two
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC
Word Count: 2.9k
Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+, Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of poor mental health, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings
They finally meet
One year later...
The message comes out of the blue. The first time I've heard from John Price in a whole month, and it's a fucking text message.
I'm watching TV, curled up in a ball on the sofa next to my best friend and flatmate Winslow "Winnie" Sloane, when my phone pings. I think about ignoring it until I catch a glimpse of his name. It's an unspoken rule between the two of us - we never knowingly ignore one another. Obviously, he can't reply to my messages when he's on ops, but that's different - that's not wilful.
I pick it up without hesitation and take a look.
JOHN PRICE: Tali, I need a favour. It's urgent.
My heart drops.
TALIA KELLER: What's happened?
JOHN PRICE: Call me. I'll explain.
So, I do. I tap Winnie on the shoulder and rise up to my feet, shuffling off to my bedroom so I don't disturb her episode of Slow Horses. When I'm safely shut behind my bedroom door, I tap on the call button, dreading what's awaiting me on the other end of the line.
"John?" my voice is full of nerves as the call connects, echoing slightly around the room.
"God am I glad to hear your voice, Tali." He sounds haggard, his own voice tired and hollow. It's not hard to tell that he's fresh off an op. I can already imagine how drained he looks; can picture the dark circles shading his eyes and his scruffy too-long beard.
Sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly brave, I try to talk him into leaving the service. I think about Alex and his death, and I hate that John still knowingly puts himself in harm's way day and night. He's the only serving soldier I know now - I never met any of the other members of their unit - and I desperately wish that he'll retire soon.
"How are you?" he follows up, voice puncturing through my thoughts.
"I'm okay. At home with Winnie. How's Marcella?"
A soft sigh leaves him at the mention of his long-suffering wife. I wonder if he's even had a chance to see her yet. "Last we spoke, she was perfectly fine. Misses you though. You need to come over for dinner soon."
An easy laugh leaves me. Winnie and John aren't the only ones who've been supporting me since Alex died. John's wife Marcie has been there every step of the way too, helping me through rough patches whenever John is away on deployments. And Winnie's never been anything but kind and understanding - it's not in her nature to be anything but.
"Soon," I mumble in agreement. There's a sound on the other end of the line in the background, a murmured snippet of conversation and a drawn-out groan followed by a soft shut up. "Not alone?"
"Got some company," John admits. "Speaking of... does Winslow still have that big trip coming up?"
My palms slick with sweat. Yes. Yes, she does.
Ever since her big promotion six months ago, Winnie's job now involves a lot more travelling than it used to. And - because of that - in three days' time, she'll be in France, starting a month-long assignment helping a struggling marketing firm in Paris.
And I'll be alone.
It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but I've always had this thing about being alone. It's part of the reason why I live with Winnie; why I've been seeing a therapist since I was sixteen; why I struggle to have normalcy. My current therapist thinks that it's a form of abandonment issues from being orphaned at a young age, which has led to my inability to maintain stable relationships. The therapist before that thought it was something completely different; that I seek to form attachments but wilfully don't, self-sabotaging and creating my own permanent sense of loneliness. But, my point is, I don't react anywhere near as badly to it as I did when I was a kid.
I still remember when I was fifteen and Alex left for his first deployment. I was still living with our maternal grandmother at the time, and I completely shut down. I holed up in my room for almost a whole month, refusing to speak and barely eating or sleeping. I could hardly function for worrying about him...
"Tali?"
I snap out of it. "Sorry. Yes."
"Could you... could I possibly bring some of my guys to your apartment? Just while Winslow is away. Our safehouse in the area has been taken out of action and we need somewhere to lay low for a little while."
My guys. The unit.
"What about your place?" My brow furrows. Surely Marcella wouldn't mind a few guests. She's calm and motherly and takes great pride in hosting. I'm sure she'd be in the element with them.
John clears his throat awkwardly. "Not an option. They don't know."
Ah. The brave, almighty Captain John Price still hasn't told his team that he's married. Typical.
I roll my eyes. "Okay. I hope you know that we're coming back to that later." A beat of silence passes. "How many people are we talking, John? Because it's a two-bedroom flat in London. It's spacious but it's hardly the Tardis."
He snorts out a dry laugh. "Only two. One of the lads is local so he's got family around here he can stay with. And there's some stuff I've got to get done, so I'll be hopping from base to base."
"Where are they going to sleep? Are they going to mind sharing a bed? Because the sofa is comfortable, but I know how you army guys are built..."
There's an awkward silence on Price's end as I hear him shifting around. It takes me a second to realise that he's covering his mouth against his phone's microphone. "Yeah... that's, um- that won't be an issue for them."
Oh.
Oh.
"Okay. Cool. I'll take them."
I wince. Why the fuck did I say cool? Of all the ways that I could respond and I choose that. Way to go, Tali.
"Are you sure that you're okay with this, Tali?" Price asks, his voice soft and encouraging. "If you aren’t, we can find something else-"
"Price, I'll take them in. Winnie leaves on Tuesday morning, so just have them swing by around then, okay?"
Favour asked and questions answered, we say our goodbyes and hang up. It takes me a second to gather my thoughts before padding back into the living room. The moment I step through the hallway, Winslow pauses the TV, angling her head up to look at me. A cloud of black curly hair frames her beautiful face, dark eyes wide and expectant. "Is John back home?"
I wince, getting ready to launch into an explanation. "Not quite."
Tuesday morning rolls around all too soon. By 9 a.m. I'm sitting cross-legged on the foot of Winnie's bed as she packs up her stuff. I can't help but feel a pang of anxiety strike deep in my chest.
"Are you sure that you're gonna be okay?" Winnie asks, almost like she can read my mind.
I meet her dark, knowing gaze and offer her a smile. "Winnie, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me. If I need anything, I can call Marcella."
She smiles, running a hand through her freshly braided hair. The pearls attached to some strands clink together softly. "Okay. Good. But you've got to call me once a week at least, okay?" Before I can reassure her that I will, she adds, "And you've got to text me every day."
"Winslow, I will. Stop stressing, please."
A moment of easy silence passes before the laughter starts. Both of us crack up, her eyes finding mine and holding my gaze.
Once we've both calmed down, I take a closer look at her cases. She's packing almost everything she owns. It's a sight that worries me, so I look away, deciding to look out of the window instead.
A loud, firm knock on the front door saves me just as Winnie is packing up her last suitcase. We exchange a look before I'm up on my feet, scrambling to answer it. I can't lie, I'm curious to meet John's friends. But I'm also sad. Because there's a strong possibility that they knew Alex too. That they were with him when he died.
When I open the door, there's two men standing in the hallway, just like John said there would be. The first has short brown hair styled into a mohawk, the sides cropped close to his scalp but the top and back left longer. He's broad-chested, muscular too; built like a grizzly bear. And, even though his complexion has a slightly pallid hue under the overhead lights, it's not hard to imagine that he's usually quite tan.
And then there's his friend. Standing next to the grizzly bear and at least half-a-foot taller than him, he has the expression of a man who wants to break me apart with his bare hands just to see what's inside. I fight to meet his intense gaze, taking catalogue of the features visible under the dark hood of his black sweatshirt. His eyes are hazel - I think - skin tanned from what I'd assume are long hours spent out in the sun, and I can't quite make out his hair colour. He's equally if not more muscular than his friendlier-looking counterpart. My eyes trail down to his mouth, drawn to the scar bisecting his bottom lip. It doesn't draw away from his attractiveness though; just adds to the sense of rugged charm that I'm getting from him.
Not that it should matter. It doesn't. They're here because they need help; not because they want to be ogled by a complete stranger.
"Are you John's friends?" I ask stupidly, as if they could be anyone else.
The grizzly bear nods. "Aye. And you are?"
Scottish. Nice. I've always loved the accent, but his is even better. There's a humour there; something uniquely his. It makes me want to keep him talking just so I can hear it more.
"Tali." I step back so that they can come inside. They hesitate for a second before following me into the living room, the tall, silent one closing the door behind him with a soft click. "Also John's friend."
The grizzly bear plops straight down onto the couch, stretching out with no hesitation and making himself at home. His arms drape over the backrest, a lazy grin forming on his lips as he watches me take a seat on my armchair. The tall one gives him a reprimanding look, hovering beside the window behind him. His light eyes are always alert; darting around the room like something's going to jump out at any second.
"You army?" he asks, expression wary. His voice is all gravel with a Manchester accent.
I offer him a small smile. "Nope." I don't think anyone could mistake me for a soldier. I'm small - short and slender - and skittish at the best of times. "So... what should I call you?"
Hazel eyes narrow at me. "Ghost."
The grizzly bear rolls his eyes dramatically, offering me a wide, disarming grin. It's blatantly obvious that he's overcompensating for him. "Callsign is Soap, but a pretty lass like you can call me Johnny."
My heart flutters.
It takes a second to remember what John had said on the phone. Sharing a bed won't be an issue for them. The awkward, implying tone he'd said it in. In other words, neither of them are meant for me.
Ghost eases away from the window to stand just behind the sofa, drawing closer to Johnny. Johnny, on the other hand, moves so that he's leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees as he cocks his head at me. "A friend of Captain Price, are ye?"
I nod softly. "Yes."
"Funny that," Ghost barks, tilting his head to one side. "He's never mentioned you." Thinly veiled suspicion drifts off of him in waves, and it makes me feel endlessly uncomfortable. His harsh gaze melts through my skin and bones, boring deep into my soul.
I shift in my seat. "He never mentioned either of you to me, so I don't think that counts for much."
Johnny lets out a loud laugh. "I think I'm gonna like ye, Tali. Not many people talk back to 'im."
It's in that moment - as I'm silently praying for the floor to open up and swallow me whole - that Winnie steps out of her room, suitcases in tow. She walks into the living room, depositing them by the front door before coming over to introduce herself, a sceptical look on her face.
She levels Ghost with an icy glare, not looking away from him as she asks me, "Everything all okay here, Tali?"
"Yeah, it's alright Winnie." I gesture to each of John's friends in turn. "Winnie, this is Johnny." He raises his hand and waves, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "And that is Ghost." I point to looming, ominous figure behind him.
"Ghost?" she repeats slowly. I nod. "Okay, well I'm leaving now. Tali, I love you and I'll miss you. Remember to call me." She bends at the waist to hug me, wrapping me up in her warm, vanilla-scented embrace. As she straightens, she glares at each of the men in turn. "And you two - don't give her any shit. If I find out you've made her feel uncomfortable even once, not even John will be able to save you. Got it?"
Johnny stares up at my friend, mystified. His blue eyes are bright as he nods. "Don't worry. We won't be any trouble."
Winnie turns back to face me. "Right, I've got to go or I'll miss my ride to the airport. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone, okay?"
"I know," I say, my voice soft. "I love you. Be safe and text me when you land."
With a nod, Winnie presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head then gets her last few bits together. And then she leaves. Leaving me alone with two complete strangers. Yay.
"So," I grumble, struggling against the urge to shy away from their intense gazes in the safety of my room, "do you want to see where you'll be staying?"
Later that night, the three of us gather in the living room to watch TV.
The guys didn't have much to unpack. They travelled light so I'm going to have to go shopping sometime soon to buy them some essentials; more clothes and toiletries. Definitely food too. If dinner tonight was any indication, they eat a lot.
I'm curled up in my armchair again, watching something that Johnny chose on Netflix. Every once and a while, I glance across at them. Ghost is sitting upright, legs stretched out in front of him. His legs are so long that his feet are tucked under the coffee table. And then there's Johnny. He's laying on his side on the sofa, his head resting on Ghost's muscular thighs. Every now and then, Ghost's hand runs down the length of Johnny's side, stroking him in soothing, rhythmic motions.
Looking at them, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. Jealousy that they're together and obviously quite happy. That they're comfortable enough around one another for these subconscious displays of affection.
I'll never have that. It's something that I've come to accept. I'm twenty-five now and I've never had a serious relationship. I don't even think I want one. For a period of time in my late teens, I thought that I might be aro-ace, but over time I've gathered that I do feel romantic and sexual attraction. It's just different.
The sad truth is that I don't trust anyone enough to believe that they'd stay with me. Love me. Make me feel safe enough for displays of casual affection. There would always be that looming sense of dread that they'd leave me sooner or later.
In my head, I've justified it. If I don't get into relationships, no one can leave me. Alex's death all but solidified that for me.
The rom-com Johnny picked out gets to a comedic scene - a naked beach fight - and he starts to chuckle. I join him and I swear even Ghost lets out a little snort. We're all laughing until...
"Fuck. Johnny, you're bleeding."
My heart crawls up into my throat. My eyes snap across to them, blatantly looking now. The white t-shirt Johnny is wearing is plastered to his side, a red patch seeping through the fabric, spreading across his ribs.
He sits upright, holding it with one large hand. "Ah fuck. Didn't get any on the sofa, did ah'?"
"Fuck the sofa," I splutter out in a panic. "Are you okay? Why are you bleeding? Should I call an ambulance?"
Johnny looks back at me with a quizzical expression while Ghost just sighs, standing up. He walks towards the bedrooms at an unhurried pace, stopping along the way to press a chaste kiss to Johnny's forehead, placing a loving hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, darling, I'll get the bag." Hazel eyes swing towards me, where I'm still panicking in my armchair. "His dressing just needs changing, and I'll check his stitches. He's fine, love."
I ease back into my seat, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Oh."
Ghost leaves the room, heading into my bedroom to get the aforementioned bag. I've decided to give them my room for the duration of their stay because it has an en-suite. It eliminates the risk of me accidentally stumbling in on them in the shared bathroom that doesn't have a working lock. Overall, it's safer for everyone that I'm staying in Winnie's room.
Feeling more than a little foolish for my outburst, I offer Johnny a weak smile. "I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, Johnny."
"Ye sure?" he asks, blue eyes tinted with a hint of... something. Maybe disappointment? I don't know. "The movie isn't over yet. You seemed like ye were enjoying it." His brow furrows. "We could watch something else."
"I'm sure. It's fine; I'm just tired. We can watch another movie tomorrow night if you want."
His eyes light up at that. "Yeah, sounds perfect."
I'm back in Winnie's room by the time Ghost leaves mine. I can hear his footsteps padding down the hallway. Hear their muffled conversation and muted laughter.
As I fall asleep, I can't help but feel a different kind of loneliness. And, as I drift off, my heart aches for what Ghost and Johnny have.
a/n: guess who's back!
so Tali has finally met the boys :) sorry if this part is a little short, just wanted to get something out in time for christmas for you guys
- merry christmas and take care of yourselves, lapetitelapin
#cod#fanfic#ghoap x reader#ghost x reader x soap#simon “ghost” riley x reader#soap x reader#callofduty#cod fanfic#cod x reader#ghost x reader#female reader#romance#angst#poly#johnny mactavish#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader#johnny x reader x simon#double the love
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APWH preview snippet!
Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :)
(Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)
“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”
“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”
“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”
He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.
“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”
Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.
“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“
“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“
“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”
“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”
“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“
“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”
Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.
“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.
“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”
“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”
Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”
“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.
“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.
“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“
Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”
“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”
“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”
Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.
“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”
“Seriously?”
“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”
“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”
“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.
“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”
“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.
“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”
“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”
“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”
“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.
“Probably true.”
“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.
“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”
Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.
“He took her on his motorcycle?”
Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.
Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.
“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”
#my writing#my wips#writing wips#just APWH things#jonsa#fanfiction wip#God bless Gilly like for real#YES Sansa is on a date with someone else here#muscleman golden retriever McAttractiveness#Aka dickon tarly#unsurprisingly jon is not having a great time about it!#in fairness to sansa the plotline directly preceding this and kicking off her doing some traveling was pretty rough on her#so our poor girl really deserves a giant muscley golden retriever with a motorcycle#and to just have a good time with someone who isn't wrapped up in all the stark drama/disaster/mess etc.#jon can deal with it rn bc it's really a 'you snooze you lose' kind of situation#sam's usually quicker on the draw but he's very sleep deprived here#and working on some stuff for a pathology conference#not at all going to be relevant nope no sir#writing sam and jon interacting vs jon and robb is so fascinating#they're both jon's besties but there's a very different dynamic to the two relationships#in fairness Robb has like SO much complex childhood trauma and is kind of seriously going through it right now#but his scenes with jon always have this sort of darker edge to them#like an 'i've known you my entire life and know everything about you for better or worse' type deal- deeper but darker#it's more akin to a sibling relationship? but also not? they are both going thru it#my headcanon is that anytime jon starts getting too gloomy and angsty gilly just straight up shoves the baby at him#and then waits like twenty minutes#Gilly: 'it's free babysitting!'#generally it works pretty well#jon's like '404 error does not compute' as soon as sam says the word 'motorcycle'#also when sam says 'the secretary' he means randyll tarly was the secretary of defense
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So, I posted this on my RP blog a few years ago and I decided I would share it on my main blog too because it’s cute and we’re getting close to that time of year again. It’s written with non Scorpion Kuai Liang in mind but I suppose it fits the current timeline too so however you want to look at it is fine. It’s just a fun little fluff story about the Mid-Autumn Festival before Bingbing was born. I’d like to maybe, hopefully write a sequel to it but what with MK1 coming out and all the requests I have I don’t know if I’ll be able to be self indulgent, but maybe I should be. I need to find a good balance between writing what others want and what I want or else I’ll get burnt out again and take two years off again and no one wants that. Anyway hopefully you loves will enjoy this little snippet of daily life in the Sub-Zero household. 💙💕
Magic In These Moon Cakes
I make my way back home from the market, hands full of dishes and sweets for tonight, and sigh loudly as my swollen ankles protest my actions. I’m barely through the door when I’m faced with a very cross-looking cryomancer.
“Qīn, where have you been? I’ve been worried about you,” Bi-Han says sternly, grabbing the bags from me with frightening ease. He ushers me into our apartment as he sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, not even bothering to acknowledge his brother sitting on the couch.
“Kuai Liang-Gēgē, I didn’t know you’d be here so soon, my apologies for taking so long at the market, the lines and crowds were crazy,” I greet my brother-in-law and rest my hand on the small of my back to try and give it some more support.
“Sit,” Bi-Han commands as he pushes me gently down onto the couch before pulling my legs up and onto the ottoman, giving them immediate relief. “All this walking and stress of shopping and carrying all those bags aren’t good for the baby, why didn’t you just wait for me to get back home from picking Kuai Liang up?”
“Polar Bear, I’m pregnant, not made of glass, besides you hate shopping when the crowds are this bad,” I try and reason with my stubborn husband, but it’s halfhearted at best since I know he’s right. “Besides I felt so bad for not preparing the meal myself this year I felt like I needed to do something at least,” I sigh and rub my ankles.
“The Mid-Autumn Festival happens every year qīn, who cares if we miss moon cakes one year, your health is more important to me,” he grumbles even though I can see him eyeing the boxes of various moon cakes.
“It’s important for the boys, they love the Mid-Autumn Festival, you know the boys all take turns being Hou Yi and defeating all the demons not to mention stuffing themselves full of as much duck and crab they can. Besides they’re not the only ones who wanted duck,” I mumble and slouch down in the chair.
“Don’t forget brother it’s also an important time for families to gather together and appreciate the beauty of the moon,” Kuai Liang pipes up in an attempt to help defend my insistence at celebrating this year.
“Who exactly invited you again?” Bi-Han shoots his younger brother a look before turning his attention back to the groceries, “which ones need to be refrigerating qīn?”
Kuai Liang sulks at his brother’s playful malice, “your wife invited me thank you very much, and my nephews actually enjoy spending time with me.”
“Someone has to,” Bi-Han scoffs as he starts looking through the bags. “How many boxes of moon cakes did you buy qīn?” Bi-Han exclaims in disbelief as he pulls box after box of moon cakes out of the bags.
“Red bags need to be refrigerated and I six boxes, one of each of us, there are so many different varieties now I wanted to try them out. They have Oreo ones now! Oreos! I can’t wait! Oh! Oh! I can’t forget about the custard-filled ones! I also got some of the traditional ham and nut ones since I know your brother likes those ones, and some sesame paste ones for you, I don’t know I just wanted to go all out for the baby. I know shes’ not here yet but it’s technically her first Mid-Autumn Festival and since I’m too far along to really stand on my feet long enough to bake moon cakes and boil crabs and roast ducks and all the other dishes, I maybe went a little overboard.” I excitedly explain to both Bi-Han and Kuai Liang as I affectionately cradle my round belly.
“Well when you put it that way I guess I can’t be too upset, but I still wish you had just waited for me so I could carry everything for you, or at least you could have taken the twins,” Bi-Han grumps while putting the raw crabs in the fridge and the various containers of roasted duck and vegetables.
“Bi-Han I wasn’t going to make the boys get up early on a rare day off of school, they deserve to sleep in,” I yawn and lean back in the chair before I’m startled by a loud shout.
“Gotcha Shūshu,” my youngest announces as he flings himself in Kuai Liang’s lap with a pitiful handful of snow to the face.
“Shìxuě,” I scold him, and no sooner does his name leave my mouth than Kuai Liang’s hands come up to masterfully deflect a punch from Xiǎo-Hán and a kick from Xiǎo-Bīng, “boys!”
Kuai Liang chuckles as he pulls the twins next to him ruffling their hair, “it’s ok Sol, they’re getting much better! Your father must be doing a good job training you boys.”
Xiǎo-Hán is the first to break free from Kuai Liang’s gasp, “we’ve been working hard in between school lessons and soccer practice, look!” He exclaims excitedly as he begins forming an icicle in his palm.
“Yes, very impressive! I trust you’re putting the same effort into your studies too,” Kuai Liang questions quirking an eyebrow.
Xiǎo-Hán gives him a sheepish grin, “I’m doing a lot better this semester than last, so that’s got to count for something right?”
“Yes,” I smile at him knowing how hard he’s been trying, “it hasn’t gone unnoticed.” I turn to Kuai Liang, “Xiǎo-Hán takes after his Father maybe a little too much in the sense that he cares far more about his cryomancy than he does his studies.”
“Who wants moon cakes?” Bi-Han comes into the living room with a tray piled high with the pastries as the boys clamor for the treats.
I frown at him momentarily, “you boys can have one before dinner, and I mean you and Kuai Liang in that too Bi-Han. I don’t want anyone spoiling their dinner.”
“Deal,” Bi-Han agrees as he sets the tray down on the coffee table as he reaches for one of the sesame-filled ones and stuffs it in his mouth.
The boys all grab theirs before Shìxuě toddles over to me with a custard-filled one, “here mama. I brought it to you so you don’t wake up Mèimei and she doesn’t make you grumpy.”
“Thank you my little pumpkin,” I smile and pull him into my lap before taking a bite of the sweet, flaky pastry. I sit back and enjoy my happy little family as I can’t wait for our newest little one to join in next year’s festivities.
“Mama, will you tell us about Chang’e? I wanna hear the part about Hou Yi again,” Shìxuě asks as he bites into his moon cake and snuggles against my growing stomach.
“Would you rather watch Over the Moon again?” I ask grinning at him and humming the opening tune to the movie knowing full well what my son will choose.
“Yes!” he grins, with Oreo cream already all over his face.
“Boys, do you mind turning on the TV and getting the movie set up? We can watch it together before dinner,” I turn to ask my twins who are still trying to wrestle with their uncle. The boys do as I ask and we all settle in to watch the movie before enjoying dinner and basking in the beautiful glow of the full autumn moon.
#mortal kombat#bi han#sub zero#kuai liang#over the moon#sub zero bros#self shipping#self ship fic#self indulgence at its finest#mid autumn festival#mooncakes#solarbear#bi han x sol#tw pregnancy#tw kids#fluff#domestic bliss#happiness#happy married life
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Saw Boggie first and OF COURSE I want to know more about that but then I saw Jem and the Holograms and now I CAN'T DECIDE!!! So whichever you're more excited about? 😁
Please!
Hehe that's so fair! Thank you for the ask!!! Well I have the time so... we can talk a bit about both!
Boggie Roommate Stuffy is the fic that refused to write itself. Like I kid you not, this one shot is over a year and a half old and it's only like 1.1k still. But it's basically a And Then They Were Roommates setup for Bobby and Reggie, where their first introduction to each other was Reggie throwing one of those massive, body pillow sized stuffed animals into their new dorm room and almost bowling Bobby over with it by accident.
If I ever manage to finish the stupid thing, it'll consist of some MeetCute, a healthy serving of Make Reggie A Molina 2K Always, Bobby being angsty before meeting his new roommate, and a bit of flirting just for kicks. But the darn thing won't write. Snippet will be under the cut, since this seems like it's gonna be a long post.
Bobby grabs the pile of shirts he’s slid onto hangers and crosses the obstacle course of his own making to the nearest closet. There are two of them in the small room, one closer to each bed, so Bobby takes the closer one to his selected bed, opens it, and places the hangers on the rod. He just has to keep moving. Give himself time to adapt to the new environment. He doesn’t need his parents anymore. Well, for anything other than the money they are paying for his tuition. Hey, rich, absentee parents have to be good for something, don’t they?
He continues hanging up clothes and tries to focus on the positives of his situation. He’s not stuck in that big, empty house anymore. Hopefully his roommate will be interesting, so he’ll have someone to talk to when he wants. And the classes he’s signed up for this quarter sound interesting, though the bio class will probably be hard. Maybe him being away will mean his parents actually notice his absence and call every once in a while.
Moving for school is a good thing. It just sucks that he has to do it by himself.
Just as he finishes hanging up his clothes in the closet, he hears the sound of someone fumbling with the lock on the door. He turns around just as it swings open and in comes… a giant teddy bear?
Okay! And then we got the Jem and the Holograms AU, which is both my beloved and makes me want to scream. As you may have noticed, I'm not the best at committing to long writing projects, and the Jem and the Holograms AU is uh... certainly a long one. The doc is currently around 10k, consisting of just over the first 2 chapters and a bunch of notes.
But plot wise, it follows the basic plot of the Jem and the Holograms movie from 2015. Julie records a song on a whim and one of her siblings (Luke, her adopted brother, in this case) uploads it and it goes viral. From there, Julie, Luke, Alex, and Reggie (all siblings in this one via a combination of fostering and adoption) get swept up into a whole adventure of being anonymously famous, pulled apart by the head of the record company (Caleb Covington, obviously), while also trying to solve a puzzle Rose left behind before she died.
Tis also a JuBobby fic cause I love them! Bobby is their 'handler' when they get to LA. He and Julie butt heads a LOT at first cause he's pretty short and negative and she wants to believe in the dream. But as time goes on, they become friends and maybeeee start to like each other in a more romantic way as well. Cause why not! Though Bobby may have his own line of family drama that they'll get tangled up in too...
Here's a snippet of when Caleb first shows up!
Stilted conversation greeted her as she entered the living room behind her brothers. The first person she noticed was a tall, dark skinned man standing beside the front door. He had on one of those fitted leather jackets that Reggie had always wanted. A pair of tinted sunglasses hid his eyes. His crossed arms and firm stance told Julie he was probably some kind of security personnel. Though she wasn’t sure why security would be at her house, it wasn’t like anyone other than HGC Records knew who she was.
“Ah, you must be Julie Molina,” a new voice said, pulling Julie’s attention to the center of the room.
Oh. That was why there was security.
Caleb Covington was tall, with dark hair just starting to show some traces of grey. His wide smile felt both welcoming and terrifying, at least to Julie. The dark purple suit jacket and black button up seemed like safer places to look.
“Or I suppose I should call you Dahlia,” Caleb continued, chuckling. “Our Dahlia, the new star about to blow the world away.”
He held out a hand to Julie and she shook it hesitantly. “Hi, um, Julie is fine,” she managed to say.
I have so much love in my heart for this fic but it's so complicated and long! I wish I had all the writing spoons I had mid covid to work on it, but I just don't have the time these days. Someday though. I hope.
Thanks for asking!!!
#legolas tag#julie and the phantoms#legolas answers asks#jatp#reggie peters#bobby shaw#julie molina#luke patterson#alex mercer#the rest of the gang is also around in the Jem AU don't worry!#but I haven't gotten to meeting them yet so...#I'm lowkey tempted to post the first chapter#just to see if anyone is interested#but then I wouldn't want to leave people hanging if they are#and I haven't made progress on this fic since like last summer
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So weird I'm posting so much but I've been in an art streak and man songs are great to get ideas
My Ordinary Life by the Living Tombstone is a goddamn great song, and so I present a snippet comic with Hyperion angel and a basic snapshot
Also got the lyrics next to it
I originally was gonna do more but it was eh with the next lyrics, I could've done silver platter better but it's all my brain would come with at that moment- it's not the GREATEST I could've done, but starting new with comics and don't wanna burnout on a fun side thing by trying to do the best every panel
I'm debating a part two with the ending ish of the song, but it's quite a lot, however I love my gaslighting girlboss and just might do most at least. I know I want to do the line "Touch me, Midas, Make me part of your design" in a reference with Jack, she's at a very mixed standpoint on her feelings so discussion about him isn't usually wise.
I also want to do "All my muses left behind" as the separation between her and the Crimson Raiders (They never had a good relationship period unlike Canon)
Anyways side goofy also semi elaborating, roughly she keeps her behavior and acts like when she was guarding the vhs, especially for press to keep positive image. However, she Hates the Raiders, they remind her of when she was sick and weak. She does blame Lilith for Jack's behavior getting worse, so there's that rift. Gaige thinks it's funny seeing her slip and get upset, gotta fuck with corporates somehow anyways. (Also angel heavily improves the robotics and more for Hyperion, so unfortunately it's made Gaige want to fuck up Hyperion shit more to get some goodies and upgrades for free)
I'll avoid making this any longer and maybe put her lore in another post but hope you guys like these! I might do one for each of my aus actually and promote the fics if I have them posted currently- I will avoid spoilers though for those, but for now I don't have a set fic or story for Hyperion Angel to even write, there's ideas, but they're on the backburner for now.
#gaigel#angel borderlands#angel the siren#tagged gaigel cause implied#hyperion angel#also in the comic yes she personalized and upgraded the angelic guard loaders#theyre only for her though and extremely annoying and hard to fight#she knows what the vhs can do and shed really rather not.
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So, yesterday and this morning, I went ham and made a chibi Chiro in Vroid Studio, specifically so I could get pics of the past to go with oneshots or little snippets that wouldn't fit the entirety of ReIgnition. Plus, had some fun expanding lore.
I also learned in VRM posing you can save your scene and customize it so I'm turning one of the preset scenes into the full Hanamura home one room at a time.
When Chiro was really little, he was super close to his dad. Not that he didn't adore his mother... but his dad is who got him into things like Space Battleship Yamato and got him interested in super sentai shows in the first place.
When Shiro and Ivy passed, Mila started getting up early on weekends to spend time with Chiro just the two of them...
Those days, while not easy... Chiro remembered the best moments fondly. His sister not being afraid to get silly, even when she was hurting too.
(Also please pardon the floating coffee cup, ya girl hadn't had coffee HERSELF yet when I made this scene.)
This is me also playing with Chiro's past self design. Got the colors directly from his uniform in canon since my Chiro dresses more casually by the time he's the age he is in ReIgnition. When he was smaller though, he tended to just wear his Shuggazoom Elementary uniform.
Mila also used to dress a bit differently back then, this kinda is a precursor to her current attire and style.
There will definitely be a mini Cas down the line as well now that I got Chiro figured out. There will be mini chaos demon shenanigans. lol
#srmthfg#hyperforce: reignition#super robot monkey team hyperforce go#srmthfg oc#chiro#Ivy Hanamura#Mila Hanamura#Shiro Hanamura#Past Chiro
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self rec tag
i’ll reblog my stuff but i dont ever actively recommend it because just like with every thing else in my life i think i could have done better. BUT @four2andnew tagged me and I think this is an excellent way to stretch my self cheerleading muscles!
five fics i’ve written (or am currently writing) that i like?
every thing i need is right here by my side (WIP, M) - A Gender AU of Harry and Gideon stumbling through young adulthood. Balancing careers, family dynamics and the ever present attraction they’ve both tried to ignore for years. They have a cat, too. She’s what started all of this for me.
A little snippet of a chapter that I don’t know when I’ll post:
“Gideon, you have to give him a break.”
“No.”
“He feels awful. You know, sometimes he says things he doesn’t mean. Just like you do.”
“I mean everything I say, Ronald.” Gideon’s getting tired of Ron butting into his life. He should be on his side anyway. Not bloody Harry Potter.
“Merlin, you two are meant for each other,” Ron says.
Gideon chooses to ignore this and continues pouring over the new playbook he’s just received.
friendly and friendlier (WIP,M): A series of one shots across different universes wherein Harry and Ginny are friends with benefits and usually end up being more because I can’t bare to give them an unhappy ending. I’m partial to the first chapter that I wrote for this although the most recent chapter seems to be very popular.
you are beautiful (G) - a three shot of Hallie learning to love her hair as a mixed race girl in the UK. I headcannon that no matter the race of an AU Hallie Potter, Angelina Johnson plays a really big role. I’m trying to really push the power of female friendship in my writing in these AUs because they are important to me. I saw a post a few weeks back about how women and their friendships are essentially nonexistent in HP and it made me sad because its true.
in all chaos there is calculation (WIP, M) - i really like this concept. I know a lot of people like Slytherin Harry. I personally love genderbent Harry Potter so I of courses decided to take all of that on in a long form fic. I’m admittedly, being very hard on myself with this one and I’m trying not to be. Female friendship will once again reign supreme in this AU.
Here’s a sneak peek for waaaay down the line because if we’re being honest I do not have 3rd-5th year completely figured out yet.
“Andromeda is my favorite cousin, you know. She was a Slytherin too.” Sirius pauses for a moment. “She got burned off for marrying Ted Tonks - he was a Hufflepuff, I believe.” When Hallie doesn’t say anything, he turns to her and says, “in your letter last year, you asked if I was disappointed that you were a Slytherin. I’m not. I was surprised of course, but then I thought about Andromeda and Cissy - to some extent. You remind me of the best of them. You’re a smart resourceful young woman and I will always be proud of you.” When Hallie finally looks at him, her jaw is set and her eyes are hard. She looks so much like Lily that it takes him by surprise, like a punch to the gut.
“Do you really mean that?”
“More than anything.”
and finally, the first fic i ever wrote and posted after 15+ years of reading HP fanfiction off an on.
truth serum of the youth (T) Gender AU where everyone lives. Hallie’s got feelings for Gideon and just like our canon little cabbage Harry, she’s not going to outright admit it.
I’m awful at tagging but feel free to promote your own work!
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oooh tell me about Palaven please!
Ohhh that's an interesting one. Palaven is a little snippet I wrote about how Gaia and my Turian oc Dahler met. It's been through a lot and I mean a lot of changes and the last line of it currently says to scrap everything lmao.
At first they started off as teenagers but as they each got more and more fleshed out I made them younger. I'm pretty sure the canon meeting for them is when they were 8 now. Why Gaia's dad brought an 8 year old to a meeting? Who knows lmao. In reality she was there to guarantee the peace was kept and the Turians wouldn't try anything. The first contact war had ended not to long before this and Turian human relations weren't the best.
So Dahler was brought to attempt to be friendly to Gaia and so she wouldn't bother anyone. Win win for everybody, at least until the two sorta hit it off and became friends. Which Gaia's family (cough cough mother) wasn't the happiest about. (Can someone say racist?)
Right now the only thing fully fleshed out is I want them to kinda joke with each other about how they look strange. They're some of the first of their race they've met after all.
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4. What detail in Weekend at Belos's are you really proud of?
16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?
49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!
50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!
From this: https://www.tumblr.com/watery-melon-baller/723514932243611648/questions-for-fic-writers?source=share
hi zy! i hope you know I deeply appreciate it when you send me asks with the links in them <3 ty for the ask!
4. What detail in Weekend at Belos's are you really proud of?
ooh it has been a hot minute so the details are a bit fuzzy. uh. I like most of the art I've done for it (especially proud of the one I did for hunters room). I guess a detail I like is all the stupid humor that I've included even though some of it is funny only to me. I try to write fics for myself and what I would like so I'm glad I don't look at it and cringe
16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?
oooh. a really good one I've read (I need to catch up on) is Contingency by Obvious_Ghost where the grimwalkers are like a winter soldier type thing. its an excellent fic. I've had a drawing planned for it but I never got around to finishing it :,) uhhh currently between fandoms at the moment so there isn't really anything specific I'm hunting for lmao
49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!
some snippets from my current oneshot! it's about Eda and Perry Porter (eda pov) which I'm not the best at but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“Okay, okay, I get it. No romance!”
“You got it kid. No romance. Just… awkward adults who knew each other in high school.”
“Clearly not that awkward. I mean, you didn’t do anything terrible. Like break a window, or set the kitchen on fire.”
“Now when have I ever done anything like that?”
“Literally yesterday, Eda. You threw your scroll through the window because an unknown number was calling you.”
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Eda: eh, you win some, you lose some. i have one of the posters framed
Perry: The one with a million snail reward?
Eda: yep. managed to snag a big one, so it covers half my wall
Perry: Wow. I’m impressed, and a little jealous.
Eda: you could get one too! just commit some treason and become an enemy of the state. you wont get one as impressive as mine but its something
She snickered to herself as her scroll buzzed once, twice. She really should get back to cleaning the fridge, but maybe she could text Perry a bit longer.
"
Ah, kids. The two of them continued bickering and Eda had to bite back a smile, suddenly reminded of her and Lily as kids, arguing over who should get the last cricket cookie. That was when Dad would come in, splitting the cookie in half for them to both share.
Then they would just start trying to figure out who had the bigger half.
50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!
cool! I will be using this free space to rambke about my toh oneshot. it's funny because I usually would not read something like this but I am writing it so idk what that says about me. irs basically just me realizing that A. Eda and Perry were friends (or at least knew each other) in high school B. They are both single parents C. Their kids are friends so it's not unreasonable to assume that 30~ years later they rekindled their friendship bonding over their kids. theyre both partially based off me and partially based off my parents but like. I remember being a little kid and realizing that my parents didn't really have any (close) friends the way I did and how lonely that must be. eda deserves an adult friend (bonus points for perry also being a parent). the fic is already 8k and I'm halfway through a scene right after the S1 finale and I have at least 4 more planned after that. I'm not super great at writing Eda (why did I decide to write a whole fic from her pov) so it's a bit clunky but if I ever do manage to finuhs it I'm just gonna post it and ignore the mistakes.
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I got tagged by @set-phasers-to-whump and omg i had such a blast answering these, thank u (◡‿◡) i'll tag @deepwoundsandfadedscars @thatsgonnaleaveamark (i think it's double tag? soz if so) @whumpapalooza @emcscared-whumps @straight-to-the-pain and anyone who sees it and has more than one WIP going on currently, writing or otherwise
(ill put in a readmore bc it's Long)
Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!
Top 5 works im proud of, in no particular order:
Impaled (Felix Lawrence) - I’m mostly proud of this one because I was worried if I could write it at all! A lot of moving parts in the scene that i was convinced would get away from me, but i managed to keep everything straight and describe it clearly. It was also a struggle to drip-feed bits of necessary lore into this one snippet without grinding the whole thing to a halt and i think i did that pretty well!
Confrontation (Ghost ambulance) - I’m super happy with the prose in this. I think it flows the best out of most of my stuff and there are some sentences that i’m really proud of because they convey a lot of meaning in a very pretty way. I often find it hard to balance clarity and metaphor but i hit the jackpot here. The dialogue is also one of my better ones, i think.
Failed rescue attempt (Kintsugi) - this one takes the prize for dialogue though, I’m incredibly happy with how it turned out. I tried to fit an entire conflict between two characters into a single conversation and introduce them both by way of that conflict - while also keeping them sounding distinct and like real people. I’m also very pleased with myself over the use of the prop in the scene lmao it’s such a small thing but i felt like a film director including it lol
No anesthesia (Ghost ambulance) - im mostly proud of the pacing in this one. it's quite long but it doesn't become repetitive which is something i notice a lot in my writing. both the dialogue and the actual action flow pretty well and there are no awkward transitions or subject changes - plus it might be the longest actual pain description ive ever written lmao but i managed to keep it interesting throughout and have the whump scene actually feel like a Scene.
Whumper POV (Ghost ambulance): I wrote this mostly to challenge myself and i succeeded at the thing that was the challenge! I wanted to try a brand new character voice and also to develop said character - but not to fall into common "whumper tropes". I don't write whumpers often so i was worried i'd end up with a cliche but i managed to find an emotional core for the character and from there it went more smoothly. The biggest point of pride for me is that i fell in love with Brent as a character because of this piece lol and now i want to write more of him
Top 4 current WIPs:
Uhhhh i never ever name anything lmao but:
WIP 1 is some comfort-heavy Elaine whump that shows her mindset before and after meeting her friends and it's just. SO comfort. im excited. i should hurt her more often so she can be taken care of (◡‿◡)
WIP 2 is an introduction to a new ghost ambulance storyline, taking place at a fancy high-society party. I honestly don't have much of it figured out plot-wise lmao that's why it's not going very quickly but it's gonna have high stakes, a race against the clock, gratuitous descriptions of fancy outfits, and a brand new character (with gun)
WIP 3 is a whumptober "poisoned" prompt that i'm planning to finish, because i have some cool monster ideas for it that i can spend a bit more time developing now that i have no time concerns. of course, no time concerns probably means it will take much longer than it needs to lol
WIP 4 is something i started aaaaages ago, it concerns a dislocation, blood draining, and a sentient vampire tree trying to eat people. it's incredibly fun but i got a bit stuck on a description and never finished it so i wanna try and get it out soon (◡‿◡)
(im also going to add the entirety of Kintsugi in here even though i don't think i'm going to post much of it. the characters changed a lot as i developed the story and so did the whole setup so unless i feel like doing an au, im gonna most likely spend time writing the feature-length thing. i am v excited about it though (◡‿◡))
Top 3 writing improvements:
Ehhhhhh this one is really hard bc i have this sinking feeling that my writing has actually gotten worse through this year djdjfhdkd its probably because i write way more than i used to, so a lot of stuff is going to be Just Alright instead of something i consider standout. Also ive started looking at my work more critically so I can consciously improve, but it does mean i notice more of the flaws.
But Improvement 1 is definitely dialogue, im much more comfortable writing it now and i have a decent idea of how and why it might stumble - and through that, how to make it better.
Improvement 2 i'd call figuring out my workflow, which honestly does wonders for Actually Finishing Stuff. I learned to keep my writing momentum, mostly by using [filler words] in [brackets] instead of pausing to do research or look for the perfect word. I come back for those later, after i finish the first draft. Coming back to the first point, i also start a dialogue scene by just writing out the lines, with no prose or descriptions. That helps me keep the conversations on topic and gives them better flow cause i don't forget what the previous line was about while writing a reaction lol
Improvement 3 is a bit of a cheat but i do think it counts that i started reading way more this year. I try to pay attention to what i do and don't like about the books i read and how i can improve based on those insights. It's also very inspiring, do gotta say
Top 2 resolutions:
Hmmmmm number 1 i'd say is to be kinder to my own writing tbh. I have so many goals i want to work towards but above them all hangs a bunch of uncertainty bc i doubt pretty much every choice i make. I keep thinking oh this is too winding, that is too simple, is this how it's Supposed be written and all of that whereas like. It's not Supposed to be anything. It's supposed to be fun and maybe meet my own standards of "quality" but that's it. In the words of a philosopher, It's Not That Deep.
Number 2 is to get my writing out to more people! I'd love to both get more audience here and also to maaaaaaybe perhaps somehow get published - that's a big dream of mine recently (◡‿◡) i reckon i have what it takes to get a short story in a magazine, i just need to be more resilient and send out more stuff
No. 1 favourite line:
Oh man that was the hardest one fhdhdjdldh i'm gonna go with:
"The ground below remains steady and it promises peace if he only lets it swallow him and bind him forever to this single point in space and time."
#tags#tag game#this took ages but it was bc i really wanted to think abt the answers#it was really fun (◡‿◡)#i did it only w/ writing for consistency but tbh it can work for most creative works i think
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What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?
(I'm mostly curious about Aki but feel free to answer for all of them if you like!)
Thank you so much for the ask @azure-dragonsinger !!!!!!!!!!
This one’s really hard for Aki!!!! All my other ocs are really simple, but I stared at this for a VERY long time before remembering my girl LOVES tradecrafts!
In particular, Aki knows a lot about art. She can’t read or write well, but she wants to document things still. She had hundreds and hundreds of paintings that she keeps almost like a journal! Eventually, she got tired of lugging them around but they were so personal that she couldn’t just leave them out in the open, so she got an apartment to store them all. But she has so, so many by the current patch.
One of the first things she does in her downtime is paint. She paints the faces of people she’s met, the places she’s seen, and she captures emotion just as well as a written work. Some of her most loved and personal paintings, she keeps with her in her bag just so she can remember what she fights for sometimes.
Extra bits! Some more details on her paintings and a snippet of a fic under the cut. It’s pretty rambley, i’m very sorry!
Aki’s earliest painting she still has is one of her family. It was done about a year after the calamity, after her adoptive mother taught her the basics of painting. The quality isn’t great, but all of her family are easily recognizable. Well, would be to anyone who knew them- unfortunately, Aki is the only living soul who could remember them. Anyway! It’s a family portrait with her father on the far left, all four of her sisters, her mother on the right and with Aki peeking out from behind her mother.
The next painting down the line is one of her adoptive mother, her “uncle” and herself! It’s happier than the family portrait, with all three of them close to eachother and smiling.
Next down the line! A portrait of G’raha. She did it after he saw her other two paintings. She didn’t paint during ARR at all until he mentioned them propped up in her tent! She painted him while he slept one night, since she was having a hard time changing to a diurnal schedule. She showed him the next morning, and it’s one of her most prized paintings. It breaks her heart every time she sees it though, but it was the first one she hung up in her apartment.
After that! She became so afraid of forgetting peoples faces that she started to paint everyone she could. I’m not gonna detail every single one, but she has painted almost any character you could think of. She has at least one landscape painting of each area she visits, and occasionally sits in public places to paint the people there. It sounds like a lot, and it is. She has a lot of paintings of her best friend (who belongs to @linkus611) Olivia, multiples of the scions, but. A painful number of her paintings are dedicated to G’raha.
Speaking of. This is becoming very rambley and i’m sorry! But, an important detail. Aki painted a lot, and she saved a lot of them for somebody to give to G’raha one day. She figured someone at Cid’s workshop would have children who could one day give it to him, and it was a long shot… But she wanted G’raha to have a piece of her even when she was gone. The ring wouldn’t be enough- she had to “take him” on her adventures with her. She couldn’t write, so she painted everything instead. He got them when he woke up, he still has them.
Anyway! Her memory of people who have passed starts to fray. G’raha’s face changes a bit every painting, Haurchefant’s hair color is never quite the same, etc etc. And when she looks back on the first paintings she did of them, she always gets so upset seeing the differences. She worries she will forget peoples faces, and seeing how things start to alter in her mind makes her Very sad.
But yes! It’s never story relevant, very very few people even know she paints. But she does!
#Aki mitsuo#v time bb#im sorry for how long this ended up being but!!!!#i couldn’t shut up#thank you for giving me the chance to talk about this!!!!#also i’m gonna make more banners for my babies so i don’t just use the same ones over and over again!#but they’re cute so i must share still fjdjdjdkdk
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Anon asked: 🤲
Anon asked: 👀🤲
Okay, sorry if it’s cheating for doubling up but seeing as they’re the same emojis I’m just gonna run with it.
At the moment I’m working on a Friends AU which I’m desperate to finish and post before I can continue on with any of my other fics. It’ll just be a one chapter fic but a long one (currently standing at a 16,000 word count) as it follows Polin hosting a family dinner where in typical fashion Bridgerton chaos ensues. If you’re a Friends fan and have ever seen The One Where Ross Got High - that’s the episode this fic is inspired by and will build up to the moment where Violet utters the iconic line; “that’s a lot of information to get in thirty seconds.”
While I continue to work on it, here’s a little snippet;
“So, Ben, what are you making us?” Kate asked.
“I’ve chosen to make a traditional English trifle.” He answered without taking his attention away from the mixing bowl as he continued to stir the batter.
“Wow, sounds great!” Eloise enthused. “And what are you making, Soph?” she then asked, turning to her sister-in-law who also doubled as the best cook within the family. “You know, in case Ben’s dessert is so good that I eat all of it and then there’s none left for anybody else.” She reasoned in a thinly-veiled sarcastic tone, causing a frown to pinch at Benedict’s brow.
“Nothing.” Sophie replied simply.
“Nothing?!” Eloise, Kate, and Colin chorused incredulously as Simon and Francesca took concerned sips from their glasses of wine.
“Nothing?” Benedict echoed in disbelief.
“Yeah, sweetie. I trust you.” Sophie smiled assuringly and gave her husband’s arm a comforting squeeze.
“So if I mess this up, there’s nothing else for dessert?” he swallowed, his eyes flashing with apprehension.
“You’re not going to mess this up.” Sophie hummed and pecked a kiss on his cheek.
“Aw, sweetheart. You really have faith in me, thank you!” Benedict brightened up with his wife’s support and quickly pressed his lips against hers in gratitude. “Now, quick technical question; how do you know when the butter’s done?” he enquired, turning back to the bowl.
“Well, it’s done about two minutes before it looks like that.” Sophie responded after peering in, and gave him a pat on the back for his trouble.
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a writing prompt for you if you don't mind
I had a random thought, why don't we see more stories of dragons and other animals being friends. Like dragons and dogs, for instance. Or cats. Does this spark any brain juices by any chance?
i would go off anon but i don't want you to know my tumblr lol
Okay okay so—my first thought was that I absolutely need this in my life. Why DON’T we see it more often? It’d be so cool! My second thought was I’ve done something vaguely similar before with like a wolf and a dragon and a human, that never really went anywhere but anyway, I got distracted.
The other thought I had was like—I’m imagining like y’know how cheetahs have dogs as support animals? I’m imagining that or- or- or maybe how horses have like travel companions or whatever?
Have you seen those photos of cats and horses? Imagine a dragon and a cat!
Anyway, I was planning on doing like two snippets here - one with dragon and a dog, and another with a dragon and a cat. The latter sparked an idea though that took me like no time and yet I did the beginning and the end with a week in the middle. I wrote most of it whilst travelling to work or uni though, so my bad if there are any typos.
Below the line break, for your reading pleasure, is the first introduction of Char(lotte) and Henrietta. Enjoy!
Char (short for Charlotte) had always been a strange kitten in Henrietta’s opinion. She’d been born (‘hatched!’ Char always likes to protest, but Char didn’t know much back then, so Henrietta ignored her protests) hard and bumpy, very unlike the rest of Henrietta’s litter.
Not that Char had even been part of the litter, but the nice hay den Henrietta had made for herself. Still, Char’s mother hadn’t been around and no one should leave a kitten unintended. So, really, it made sense that Henrietta looked after Char too—even if Char hadn’t needed nursing like the others. She’d always wanted to be surrounded by warm bodies however.
Most of Henrietta’s litter have wandered off now to their own barns. Henrietta doesn’t mind not seeing them; cats are solitary creatures.
Char, on the other hand, has never been a solitary creature—which is another reason why she is a very strange cat.
(Char would likely interject that she’s a dragon, not a cat, but in Henrietta’s wise opinion, Char is still a kitten who doesn’t know much about the world.)
Unlike most farm cats, Char hasn’t picked her own barn either, like Henrietta did all those years ago. Rather, Char travels. And, well, it’s not like Henrietta could leave Char alone. Char tends to be somewhat skittish.
A nervous disposition, Henrietta’s ma would have said. Still, as long as Henrietta is around, Char is somewhat calmer and a lot less lonely. The humans seem to appreciate it too, considering how they always make sure Henrietta is with them when they go on a trip.
Like the one they’re currently on, actually.
Flicking her tail, Henrietta continues down the pristine hallway that seems to think white is the best barn colour. It’s a foolish idea by Henrietta’s thinking, because barns never stay clean. Barns are not at all kind a cat, after all.
“Oh look, breakfast,” someone says.
Turning in the direction of the voice, Henrietta stares down the creature in the dark stall. It presses closer to the entrance, revealing a sleek black about. It’s eyes are a menacing red that seem to glow in the dark.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” the dragon croons.
Henrietta blinks, and sits down in front of the stall. She begins to clean her face.
The dragon snarls, teeth glinting white as it curls it lips. “You stupid creature. Come over here, I could do with a snack.”
Henrietta continues with her work, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the dragon, which has begun to growl. Really, it’s quite a bit of work. No one ever catches prey by being loud.
“Curse you!” the dragon snaps, and Henrietta easily leaps out of the way of a burst of fire, unruffled.
Taking a second to glare balefully up at the dragon, Henrietta dismisses it with a flick of her tail and begins to head back to Char.
She’s got a good idea of the competition now.
“Oh, are you alright?” Char asks, face twitching as she curves her neck over the stable door to look at Henrietta. “I heard the sounds of a fight. You’re not harmed, right?”
“I’m fine kitten,” Henrietta replies. She leaps up onto the stall door and balances with ease. Char moves out of the way but doesn’t go far, allowing Henrietta to rub herself against her snout in greeting.
Char seems somewhat appeased by this. “If you’re sure,” she says. Her eyes glance around the stall, gaze lingering in the shadows even though there’s nothing there. “You know it’s dangerous doing that. Some day someone’s going to throw fire at you!”
“We have nine lives, kitten; I’ve still got some to use. I’ll be fine.”
If anything, this disturbs Char even more. “That’s really only a myth you know, no one actually has more than one life. Not even cats like you.”
“Cats like us,” Henrietta corrects. She doesn’t bother reminding Char that cats do have nine lives. Char will simply have to discover it for herself.
“Anyway,” Henrietta continues, leaping from the stable door to Char’s back as she does so, “the competition isn’t too fierce. There’s a black one you’ll need to look out for; more likely to cause a fight than anything else. If you stay clear of the pack from the beginning of the race, I imagine you’ll be fine.”
Char shakes her body, which Henrietta finds easy to balance after all these years. “That’s okay then,” Char says, and she sounds sleepy now; tension and nerves disappearing. “Thanks for checking ma.”
With a smile of her own, Henrietta curls up in the hollow of Char’s neck. “Any time kitten,” she murmurs sleepily, “any time.”
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Tagged by @jasontoddiefor , thanks so much friendo! Also apologies that I’m posting like five snippets here from various drabbles I’ve been dicking around with in like three different fandoms and none of them are from our WIP xD
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
(Ok so i decided to do last paragraph and then decided to add on a few contextual sentences because the last paragraphs always look naked with no context to me, even if none of them have context for y’all xD sorry, I’m bad at this game)
1.
Too late, come the echoes now as he looks down at the one place, the one thing left of a part of his family he will never have back. Looks back up at the face of his wife. “I can’t stop this. Neither of us can. All I can do is sail us through, so we won’t have to leave.”
She blinks at him, he wonders if she heard him at first, then, “You are a sailor. We have a ship. A large, empty ship.”
He tells her, “the ship can’t carry an island.” He knows from the shift in her emotions what she’s thinking.
She tells him, “It can carry a few.”
2.
“I will give you one piece of advice and one piece of advice only, so listen well: do not be your mother. Your mother was bright and beautiful and kind, and you somehow have managed to deceive everyone who meets you into believing you are the same. That was her strength, use that to your advantage too. But do not ever, ever let them know you’re too smart for your own good. She thought herself smarter than them, and in all of her stupid hubris she let them know it. That is what got your mother killed. Not what I did or didn’t teach her, not what resources I could or could not have sent to her aid. She made the people love her, but then tried to not just win the games but beat the games, and that made her a threat, so they made damn sure that she wasn’t making it out.”
Her fingernails dig into his shoulder, voice as sharp as a whip’s crack. “And if you dare try and pull shit like that or do anything that keeps my daughter from coming home, I will ensure you make it not one step further than your mother did.”
3.
Her head whipped frantically back and forth, trying in vain to decide whether to go aid the fallen, extremely pregnant stranger still sitting dazed on the icy sidewalk, or attempt to restrain her slightly-less-pregnant best friend currently marching into busy traffic, voice raised to a full bellow
“Stress isn’t good for the baby,” she whispered. The baby, of course, referring to herself.
4.
His hands flew up into full indignant gesturing mode. “I most certainly did not steal it!” They then shifted to push his glasses up his nose as he said, notably quieter, “I…left a note explaining my friend’s urgent dilemma, as well as enough paper money to pay for both a commercial car ride as far as two cities away plus extra to buy a new bike of equal cost. There’s—there’s a difference.”
At everyone’s collective gape, he straightened his posture. “I’m assuming that no one else was raised to always carry emergency ransom money.”
Aaaaand 5! This one isn’t even CLOSE to only 2 paragraphs but writing this entire exchange made me laugh so I wanna share it with y’all xD WARNING FOR RATED M JOKES
“What. No, I do not stick my dick in—” he flails incredulously. “I was referencing porn?!”
“What does pornography have to do with food safety violations?”
“No, you’re not—the dick in the box is part of the porn—”
“You find food safety violations…erotic?”
“Jesus Christ. No. I do not get off to ‘food safety violations’ and stop calling it that.”
“Then why watch it?”
“I don’t! Holy shit, I was literally just making a joke—”
“I didn’t get it.”
“Obviously! Look, I’m sorry, okay? Just to clarify, no I do not stick my dick in pizza boxes nor do I find the idea at all arousing. Sounds like a good way to get the worst kind of burns from the hot cheese, actually. Or a UTI. Now if you excuse me, I’m just going to…” He gestures awkwardly over his shoulder, pivots around and vaults straight over the countertop, then makes a beeline for the freshly-cleaned bathrooms so he can go drown himself in the toilet.
Also oops forgot to tag people.
I taaaaaag any of my followers who writes or draws and wants to share any of their WIPs!
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Fanfic ask game :)
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thank you!!! You're amazing bestie!!
👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?
I've got one at the moment I think, more of an idea than a WIP bc it's not technically on the page yet. I don't know if I'd post it even if I did write it because 1. the fandom is abysmally tiny (I don't think there's even a tag for the movie on AO3 yet), 2. it's very self-indulgent and probably on the verge of a lazy/unrealistic plot, and 3. I just feel like it would go dead even if I did post it, so obviously my other fics are going to take precedence
📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?
I mean, I love them all. I don't get very many comments on my fics in general, so I really treasure every one. That being said, I feel like people are really engaged with Who Waits Forever Anyway?, so I get some pretty dynamic comments there, and I really wish people would comment on Desert Song because so far nobody has and I feel like it's some of my best writing
🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.
Alright, here's a bit from the next chapter of Bolts and Blasters, my Star Wars fic:
A bit of the truth leached into those final words, and maybe that was why he didn’t question it. Poe just nodded, though his lips pressed into a thin, uneasy line.
“Don’t know how much you’ll find,” he admitted, “Everywhere’s tapped dry. We had ships coming in from practically every habitable planet, and they all need to recover after that. You’ll be lucky to find bacta.”
“You’re so encouraging.” Indigo huffed, giving him a look, “But I have to try.”
Again, she found glimpses of truth amid the lie. She hated that she couldn’t tell him more. She hated that she had to dodge his questions like this. She hated to lie to a friend.
With luck, it wouldn’t matter. He’d learn that it was a ruse within a day, yes, but he’d forgive her if it all worked out.
If.
Indigo sighed, and stepped forward long enough to pull him into a hug. If he thought that was strange, a farewell hug for a supposedly-brief supply run, he didn’t breathe a word of it. She’d been a little shaky these past few weeks, after all. He wouldn’t begrudge her a bit of support after everything she’d lost.
When she pulled back, Poe’s brows had drawn inwards with suspicion. She took a step back, swallowing hard.
“Good luck on your mission.” he told her, and didn’t say anything more. His posture was stiff, mechanical. He’d probably already guessed it. He was rowdy, yes, but he’d never been a stupid man.
Indie grit her teeth, forcing herself to turn away.
🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).
The last two chapters I posted, on two different fics, were both over 7k words long, and I thought they were both very good. And I'm devilishly proud of how much emotional damage I've put my readers through in Bolts and Blasters, particularly since I've already started writing the resolution to it.
📚 Do you read your own fic?
All the time lol. I write it for me, so of course I reread it.
👩🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?
Desert Song or Nom De Guerre. I'd like to think that my depictions of thievery, pickpocketing, coup d'etats, underground crime groups, and whatever else that writing 6 Underground fanfiction entails is decently accurate (or at least enough for suspension of disbelief)... but is it TOO accurate?
😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?
I have a few fics where the main character's POV is in first-person perspective, and I know that's pretty polarizing. I still write most of my fics in third-person and even a few in second, but there's a certain level of perspective and closeness in first-person that you really can't quite get in the others. It feels more like they're telling their stories, rather than having this omniscient or godly Narrator walking them through it. I don't use it all the time (only 2 of my fics use first-person, and both also have POV shifts to other characters, which are written in third-person) but I think it can be very powerful when it's done right.
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