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No one can hurt you

Summary : A dinner of revelation and tragedy.

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DISCLAIMER : Rewrite and final version of "All the things you said" | Netflix show: One Day at the Time | Elena’s Story part | Season 3, ep 2. WARNING: mention of physical and verbal aggression! Su*c*de WARNING !R@PE! WARNING: mention of SU*C*DE WARNING TOUGH CONTENT, BE AWARE

DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction and has no correlation with reality. All site names making acts, violence or any other type of aggression are used for artistic purposes, and they did not commit those acts

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The Monaco Grand Prix is in a few days and you will be slowly preparing for tonight’s dinner. Charles decided to organize a small evening for the pilots and their respective companions. It is in a magnificent hotel overlooking the sea that Charles booked the room and privatized the chef of the restaurant. The luxurious life of Monaco in its greatest fullness, you are always amazed by all the secrets that this small principality shelters.

You were third-wheeling your best friend Heidi to that party. She and Daniel invited you after running into you in the afternoon at the marina. Since you were little you know most of the pilots. So you are happy to have been invited to celebrate this new year of racing in Monaco with them. The evening was going well until the subject of the conversation crumbled into something darker.

“I gotta admit, I’m getting kind of confused.” Ends up saying, Checo rubbing his nose with his glass.

“Oh, my god, me too. What if someone says, “I am not sleeping with you tonight?” And then... an hour later, they’re like, “Eh, fine.” What’s that?” Ask Lando, completely confused.

“Unsurprising,” Pierre whispers under his breath, laughing. You laugh at with him, ignoring Lando's thunder.

“How many women have said, “Eh, fine”?” Questions Heidi sarcastically.

“Yeah, I got to make some calls.”

“Now I’m perplexed.” Says Max trying to make sense of everything he heard.

“I know. It’s confusing. I hate to admit it, but I feel sorry for men. This consent thing is tricky.” Kelly responded and gets up to pour herself more wine.

“No.” You exclaim annoyed by her comment. “Women always blame themselves, and then the man never has to take responsibility. During rape prevention week at the university, all the signs are aimed at women. “Girls, don’t dress provocatively. Girls, don’t walk alone.” How about, “Hey, guys, don’t rape.”" You look up at Pierre knowing perfectly it will trigger him.

“Oh, my god, why are we talking about that? I took a couple pictures as a joke, and Cece thought it was funny.” Pierre exclaims as he gets up from his chair to get himself another beer at the bar.

“Did she? Or did she feel like she had to laugh ‘cause she doesn’t know what else to do with your hand on her boob?” Everyone around the table falls silent and waits. You get up from your chair and walk you way to Pierre.

“Ok, sweetie, take it easy.” Adds Sebastian taking your arm and tries to calm the conversation.

“No. He thinks what he did is cute. You are basically a predator.” You accuse, pointing your finger at him.

“You’re basically a psycho.” Pierre replies, knowing full well it will trigger you.

“Good, call me crazy for defending a woman’s right not to be groped!”

“You’re mad ‘cause the internet told you to be. You don’t know my life or even leave this apartment!” Pierre screams as he approaches you.

“Because of guys like you!” You answer with the same intonation.

“What are you talking about?” Charles asks, taking your hand for you to sit down.

You and Charles are special. You’ve been like ass and shirt since childhood. You’ve known him since you were six. For as long as you can remember, Charles has always been one of your dearest childhood friends. You have shared so much together. No one has ever made you vibrate like he does. Usually his simple touch makes you calmer and reassuring. But you are no longer able to appreciate this contact that you cherish so much.

“You want to know?” You said, scoffing. “Okay. A couple of weeks ago, Heidi and I were coming home from the movies, and we were holding hands. And we noticed these guys staring at us, and then we changed the sidewalks , and they followed us.” You speak with tears in your eyes.

“What?” Sebastian says concerned in his voice. His turn your body to him.

“Yes. And they were going, “Come one, you guys, kiss. We really wanna see it. Just kiss.” They thought that was really funny, too.” You continue telling while drinking a sip of your glass.

“It was actually terrifying.” Ends up adding Heidi after Daniel stares at her intently.

“It was terrifying. And then we finally lost them in a crowd and ran home...” You finish in a huff trying to hold back your tears. Your hand hides your eyes and you try at best to find your calm.

Charles, in his divine goodness, hastens to extinguish you warmly. At first, his touch hurts you and you have only one desire to remove his hands from your dirty body. Yet you cling to him like a lifeline. Deep down, you know it's time. Time to tell what happened that night, a year ago. Nobody dares to speak at your revelation and everyone feels guilty for not knowing sooner.

“Umm... Last year after the Monaco Grand Prix. Lance Stroll raped me. He was my friend, and he raped me in my own bedroom. And then, he threatened me not to tell anyone... but. Why did he do this?” You ask breaking down in tears. “Sorry, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what... I feel.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Sebastian asks tenderly, approaching you rubbing his hand on your back.

“I tried, but... nobody listened to me.” You respond looking at Lando through your tears. Your eyes pierce Lando’s being. He doesn’t know where to put himself and his cheeks become red. He implores you to keep your mouth shut, but the situation no longer belongs to you. You feel the body of Charles being redeemed against yours and you notice that he followed your gaze.

“You knew.” He accuses Lando turning his attention abruptly towards him.

“I... I.” He tries to defend himself. “I didn’t know what to do.”

“Oh, you think she knew what to do either.” He yells, getting up from his chair and grabbing him by the collar.

“Charles, let him go!” Orders Carlos.

“You let her suffer silently when you knew what he did to her. I thought you were better than this. T’es qu’une grosse merde.” You’re a piece of shit

“Oh please, like you would have done something? We all know he’s untouchable and has done it before.” Admitted Lando, pushing Charles away.

“What?” Sebastian speaks up. This is the first time he has heard this from his former teammate. He never thought he would ever see Lance in this light.

“Nothing.”

“It’s nothing? He raped her, and now other girls too?” Charles advances again, preventing him from fleeing the situation.

“Don't play fouls, Charles. You were in his hotel room at the party in Abu Dhabi last year, and I quite remember your hands on some teenage girls, groping them.” He said suddenly, pushing Charles out of his way again.

“What?” You speak up, troubled by Lando's affirmation.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Charles turns to you, trying to explain himself. You get up from your chair and walk back as you see him approach.

“Don’t touch me.” You say, pushing him away. “Did you do it?”

“I... It’s not the same thing.” He justified himself.

“Yes. It actually is. Did you grope those teenage girls or worse raped them?” You ask scandalized. Charles, your best friend, your confidant, the one you most trust is capable of the same thing as the person who hurt you the most.

“Oui,” he admits in a small voice. “I didn’t want to.”

“You didn’t want to? What the fuck, Charles. What's wrong with you all?” You yell, taking your stuff and leaving as fast as possible.

The thought of all this happening to so many more makes you sick. How could nobody speak up about this? You walk down the hotel hallway. You can hear footsteps and Charles's voice telling you to come back. When you get to the lobby, you ask for a taxi home. Tears fall down your cheeks, and you look at him as you push the door out.

You take your taxi and give him your address. All you want right now is a shower. A warm and reassuring shower. To pull away all those memories and thoughts. You want to scream to the world. You want to smash your entire apartment down. You want to stay in bed for the rest of your life. You want to jump off the roof. You want to cut yourself so that the pain stops. You want to be set free.

You arrive at the complex. Your dark thought runs in circles in your head. Like a robot, you open the door, press the elevator, and finally unlock your apartment. You let your essentials fall on the ground with your bag and coat. Like a machine, you take your shoes off and open the lights.

The sight of your home, which does not feel like home anymore. Since Lance pushes himself into you while you try to make him go away, this place hasn’t felt like home. You can’t even sleep in your own bed anymore. No matter how many times you clean the sheets, change the bed. This memory comes running back into your mind. Invade you like a parasite.

You go to the bathroom and open the valve to fill the bathtub. You watch the water. You can hear your phone blowing up with notifications and calls. “Why does this world have to be this cruel?” You think, taking your clothes off.

Your body envelops itself in the heat of the water, and you close your eyes. Your body slips in the bath. You head underwater. You hear focusing on your heart bit. You enjoy this moment of quietness and solitude.

That’s it. You feel alone since that night he took your joy, your life, yourself.

You can feel the water pressure you to gasp for air. Your head starts popping your blood. Your heart rises to find oxygen. You struggle. You have been struggling this long. You want to go, and you want to let go.

You let the water go in, and suddenly, all the scary parts disappear. The explosion in your head fades away, and you’re not scared anymore. You find it relatively peaceful. Very peaceful.

Strangely, you’re dreaming. Him with you. On a boat. Feeling the breeze in your hair. The warm sun on your skin. His light touches on your thigh. His breath on your neck. His lips are on your breast. You’re daydreaming. Are you? Is your mind trying to ease the pain in your heart? Is it even the day?

Then. You open your eyes. You try to scream, but your head is under the water. You feel weak but strong. Sick but healthy. Chaos but at peace. You can feel your body wiggling, but your mind is different. No one can hurt you now. Quietly, your eyelids become heavy again, and what a moment ago hurt you the most now makes you feel good.

The water fills your lungs, and you sink more and more into the darkness. Nobody seems to pull you up. The seconds pass, but you no longer find the courage to go out. The bathtub disappears, and you find yourself in the sea. In a warm and welcoming sea; The Mediterranean. An infinity of blue. An infinity of sweetness. The noises are only deaf sounds, and you feel your brain more and more calm. The sun’s rays pass through the water, and you move further and further away from it. Your eyelids become more and more stretched.

Then you see beautiful blue eyes through the water. No fair. You can’t reach them but can’t stop staring at those ocean-blue eyes. Suddenly, you feel scared. Scared to leave those ocean eyes. You’re afraid, and you’re drowning under the waves of words you haven’t said to them, to you.

You try to fight back this peaceful state, but darkness is an easier path than light. Suddenly the silence suffocates you, and you miss the sound surrounding you.

Then comes the darkness.

When you leave the apartment, Sebastian watches Charles running after you. He can’t believe what has happened. He doesn’t want to consider it. How could he? He sees and goes to the door, and Charles is defeated on the ground. He passes by without a look and walk his way to the lobby.

You have always been a fragile child. Even when you were a child. You were always this little fragile and precious porcelain doll. You’ve never been afraid of anything growing up. Sebastian always loved to see you grow up with him. Despite your age difference, he always considered you his little sister. The little one who needs to be protected from everything and at any cost. Knowing that you are suffering so much hurts him.

In the hallway, the walk seems long and endless, his thoughts wandering toward your shared memories. He remembers many summers spent in the countryside. At your grandparents' meadow, there was a vast field with a few horses grazing on the fresh grass. He remembers that beautiful-eyed little girl running in his direction.

You had dirt all over your clothes. Your hair was braided, and he still remembers the grass sticking in it. He remembers your laughter, which lit up the prairie thousands of miles away. Hearing you laugh has always been his favourite thing about you. Lost, it’s only when the doors block his way out that he remembers he has to go looking for you. He runs through the night towards your apartment.

Charles is devastated. Everything he tried to build with you has just broken in a moment. He feels lonely and ashamed. He wants you to know how much he loves you. How much you mean to him. How much you have become the center of his universe.

Before you, there was racing, and that was it. When you became something more his life change. It was as if you had lit the dormant fire in him. You have extinguished the flame since the death of his best companion, his father. You have given meaning to this quest. The stakes are not won but won for you.

He still remembers the first time he took you to his garage. You were with Sebastian. He was showing you around the Ferrari factory, showing you the different facilities, different parts. You were so captivated by his words, and your eyes were shining like stars in the sky.

He remembers the moment when your eyes landed on him. The smile you had, and the dress you wore and the clip in your hair. He counts you. Unable to say anything. Captivated by your beauty.

“Hi, Charlie.” You said in your beautiful voice.

He stuttered and blushed heavily. You laughed gently before putting your lips on each of his cheeks. He likes a kiss, and no, he likes your kisses.

A hand falls on his shoulder, and he sees Pierre. Tears in his eyes prevent him from distinguishing himself perfectly, but he recognizes his friend.

“Don’t worry. She’ll come back.” He says softly. Taking him by the shoulders to lift him up and bring him back to the room.

The others are still there. Confused and shaken, no one speaks. Silence reigns in the room, and no one knows what to say. Charles opens the patio door and leaves the fresh night air in the room. The city slowly began to calm down, and he heard the waves regularly hitting the harbour.

Daniel gets up and gets rid of the table. Putting this party away may make us forget the events that occurred. Heidi and Kelly help him while the others put orders in the room. No one dares to go to see Charles.

The hour passes quickly, and some decide to leave. They quickly greet the last remaining. Pierre observes his friend, who has not moved, and still looks at the sea.

It’s only when Charles' phone starts ringing that he looks away. He calmly enters the room and answers.

“Hello?”

You always liked the fields. You always loved hiding in the big wheat fields surrounding your grandparents' house when you were little. This stretch of yellow was as far as the eye could see. You liked feeling the stems between your fingers, the seeds melting to your touch, and the particular smell of wheat.

You remember a hot summer day. Lying on a tablecloth after a picnic, nature calms by this overwhelming heat, especially the calm of this yellow and green nature. You remember the farmer who held the farm. You spent days watching him working. Helping him through the mould. Watching him turn wheat powder into cereal. You remember this great man, always with a grain of wheat in his mouth that was constantly chewing.

You remember the hum that bees made at work. From wheat to wheat, pollen is harvested. You remember the nests in the hives that you created one summer. Your grandfather, with his jumpsuit, would go every morning and inspect the nests, and you loved watching him do it. You also loved to taste honey with each harvest. Honey is good. It’s sweet. It’s sweet. It’s wild.

You remember Sebastian. His blond hair, his smile, the sound of his kart engine. Many hours passed in his company at the track with his dad. You remember your big brother, following him and Sebastian all day long, like the annoying little sister you were. You remember falling from a tree after the boys thought it was a great idea to climb it. You see your brother jumping down the tree to get to you and hear Sebastian running back to the house to get help. You spent the night at the hospital. You broke your arms that summer, and you had a commotion. Your parents were furious and punished your brother for the rest of the vacation.

You remember your first winter in the mountains. Mornings skiing, and afternoons making snowmen, eating maple syrup, drinking hot chocolate, just playing in the snow. See your happy brother’s face after he managed to get the last pancake.

You remember Sebastian’s victories. To see him move up from category to category. You remember his encounter with Hanna. You love Hanna. She is so sweet and kind. You remember your great jealousy towards her from the height of your twelve years. She who steals your Sebastian. She who steals your second brother. Oh yes, you were jealous, but she knew how to win your heart, and after all, she stayed.

You remember the Ferrari years. Everyone was in red. You saw the world with red glasses. Red like love. Red like anger. Red as the colour. Red as blood. It’s kind of at this time, when adolescence really starts that you start to change. Physically, mentally, and spiritually, you were no longer the wise little girl your parents admired and your brother despised. No, you grew up making mistakes, a lot of mistakes, until you met him.

Him. The golden boy. The one destined to be great.

You remember his perfume, his smell, his laughter, his mimics, his way of speaking, his way of being and his way of simply being. He intimidated you so much; this guy was destined for something big. Whereas you, we never expected much from you besides being pretty, lovely, not disturbing, quiet, and reserved.

Quiet.

Reserved.

Pretty.

In those words, your brain falls into the dark side of your life. The darkened side of time. Painful and unhappy memories. The memories of him, the one who once was your best friend. He who once was your confidant. He who once saw fit to r*pe you.

To find you after the Grand Prix, in your apartment, in your house, in your home. To be a little too drunk, surely. To hold you firmly. To put his lips on yours. To hold your wrists. To put all his weight on your body. To force you into bed. To beg him to stop. To cry in silence. To feel it in you. To feel dirty. To feel unloved.

To feel alone, so lonely, too lonely.

To find yourself curled up in a ball in a corner. To wait until morning for him to leave. To want to end your life. To end your nights. To seek help. To be abandoned. To be alone. To be dirty. To be silent. To be reserved. To be pretty.

To be pretty.

To be.

Silent is all you ask for.

It’s been a long night. The hours have been staggering. The noises of monitors, nurses, doctors, and ambulances invade their ears. No one speaks, and no one dares speak. It is as if a white veil covers the weighing atmosphere and borrows all those present.

The wait is long, too long. They wait patiently for the outcome of this atrocious night, something that does not happen. Sebastian holds his head in his hands, tears have finished flowing, but his eyes are still red. He feels bad. He feels immense guilt. This mixture of shame, sadness, contempt and anger is eating him increasingly as the hours pass and pass before his eyes. He blames himself for not coming sooner. He blames himself for not holding you back. He blames himself for not seeing. He blames himself.

Full of life and ardour, this little girl was smothered under this icy water. Frozen in time. Only the repetitive sound of drops escaping from the pipe disrupted this freezing scene. She hides all her problems behind her smile. Never in his life has he thought of having this vision of you. This pure horror vision of an act yet so courageous. Because it takes courage to think about yourself before thinking about others. It takes courage to put yourself forward and not others. It takes courage to achieve what others have likely failed to achieve.

The roar of the machines stifled Charles. He closed his ears in the hope of silencing them. To see you with your tubes hanging around you, in you. On this hospital bed, this white bed, this room that feels the end. Eyes wet, Charles looks at your pale, serene face. The doctor’s words are dry and not encouraging. Your parents arrive a few hours later, a flight later. They cry. Your brother has tears in his eyes. Sebastian collapses in a corner. Hanna is there; a veil of sadness covers his eyes. Heidi cries in the arms of Daniel, who looks again in the eyes of Charles. Charles holds your hand, your hand. Your hands are cold, frozen by the consequences. Lando doesn’t dare to come in. He feels guilty because he refused to believe you, to reach out to you, see you, and see your distress. He preferred to become blind rather than awake. It haunts him.

Charles, sitting next to you, is watching people walk by. To say goodbye to you, goodbye, forever. He doesn’t want to. He can’t. You’re still breathing. Your heart is still beating. So why do you have to leave? Why did you choose to go?

“Why?” He mumbles one more time, his head against your ear. “Why are you not fighting?”

“Cha... we have to go.”

“No... I-I-I can’t. I can’t leave her.” His voice breaks in a sob.

“Charles,” Pierre says, putting a comforting arm on his shoulder. “Let her go.”

“No...” Charles pushes him away, gripping your hand tighter. “She’s going to survive. She’s going to live. She has to live. You have to live.” He prays, kissing your cold skin.

Pierre sight and get out of the room. His family, her family, his friends, and her friends are here waiting for him. The visiting hours are almost over. Everyone wants to go back to their house and sleep a bit. They haven’t slept all night. Charles hasn’t slept all night. Pascale enters the room quietly. Staring at his son.

“Charles. We need to let her rest. Will come back in the morning, d’accord mon bébé?” She says, taking him in her arm.

He acquires at her request despite himself. Unable to fight anymore, fatigue slowly eats him away, and he knows that he is of no help if he is exhausted. He leaves the room not without a last kiss, a last look, a last goodbye.

On the following day, Charles came. Staying for hours next to you. Stroking your hair, mumbling your name, praying for you to wake up. He can't take you out of his brain. He can't take you out of him. You're haunting him. We realize how important it is in our life when we lose someone we take for granted. Charles looks at you as a friend until he realizes he loves you. Is it too late? Were you supposed to be?

Sebastian came a few times, only a few minutes. He can't unseen what he saw. He plays and plays the night in his head over and over again. Wondering what he could have done differently.

The doctors are not really optimistic about your recovery. Your body is tired. Your mind is exhausted. They did all they could do. All we have to do is wait. Wait for you to come back. Wait for you to fight for your life. How could you fight if you're not even awake? It's painful.

Strangely enough, he came. The rapist. The abomination of your life. You came late at night when everyone left. He felt bad. "It's too late to feel bad," you think when you feel his hand and you. You wanted to cry, to scream, but nothing. He left shortly after. Looking at you one last time. Looking at what he did to you. You hear from Lando a few days later that he got arrested. Other girls spoke, and there were enough accusations to start a trial. Even more strange, it did nothing to you. Well, how could you feel? When he toked everything you got and smashed it in a million pieces?

Sometimes, you can feel the warmth of the afterlife tingling your skin. You feel it right near you, calling you. Calling you to answer the call. You want to feel this feeling of peace, this quietness. You don't know how to feel. You just want to float. You forgot how to be happy. How to be. Why fight if you may never find yourself again? What were you made for? You wonder to yourself.

Time flies. A couple of weeks passed. You made some improvements for the doctors to feel optimistic for you to wake up eventually. You're stabilized by all those machines. Your parent finally arrived a few days after you were admitted. You can feel your mother's tears on your cold hands and the soft kisses of your father on your forehead. You can smell the sunflower Heidi brought you every time she comes to see you. Sometimes you want to react. To show her you listen. But you can't. Or you don't want?

The feeling of loneliness passed. You can see now how much you're loved. How they love you. You love to hear Arthur talking about your favourite series. You love to hear Sebastian remembering childhood moments whenever he found the courage to come. You love to listen to your mom singing your favourite songs. You love to hear Daniel telling dad jokes, hoping you'll smile in your sleep. You love hearing Lando talking about his latest Quadrant adventures or Twitch lives. You love to listen to Charles saying how much he loves you. How much his life is plain without you. You can't imagine somebody else cared so much about you.

That makes you cry. You can't show them you can hear. You can't show them you love them too. You can't show them how grateful you are or will be. More time passed, and the more you could slowly feel you were losing yourself. All you need to do is happen your eyes, but for some reason, it seems an impossible task to do.

"This is impossible," Alices says in disbelief at the creature rising upon her.

"Only if you believe it is." The hatter whispers, scared of the outcome of all this adventure. But wasn't this all the point of this madness?

"Sometimes, I believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

"That is an excellent practice." The hatters says. "However, just now, you might want to focus on the Jabberwocky."

"Six impossible things. Count them, Alice. One, there's a potion that can make you shrink. Two, and a cake that can make you grow. Three, animals can talk. Four, Alice, cats can disappear. Five, there's a place called Wonderland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky."

You feel yourself falling into the rabbit hole, and you have been in Wonderland all this time. That's it! You can do it. Six impossible things before breakfast.

"One, you will get a major in architecture."

"Two, you can drive an F1 car."

"Three, you can be happy again."

"Four, Y/n, there's a place for you in this universe."

"Six, I will fight for my life."

At this, though, he feels darkness rising upon you. Everything fades away slowly. You can hear the constant beep of the machines around you. You can feel Charles's hands against yours. You can smell the hospital room you're in. You can see the light shutters again you close your eyes.

Then... you breathe.

Feeling the grass on your feet. The autumn breeze cools down your spine. For the first time, you appreciate being alive. To fill your lungs with air, to hear the water crash against the rocks, to feel the sun warm up your skin, and to taste food again.

You feel a hand around your waist, and Charles brings you closer to him. He sticks you to his bare chest. He holds you firmly for fear that you will disappear again. It makes you smile to see him so loving, so gentle, and so attentive. You turn your gaze from the blue horizon to meet his emerald eyes. He smiles tenderly. His eyes sparkle with a thousand lights when you return his smile. You hold these eyes a few moments before you look wandering towards his lips.

If only it could be true.

If only you could be with him.

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Hi! Hope you enjoy this final version of the story. It took me sometimes to get back to writing but I'm getting there. I know some of you really like it and it's fill my heart with joy <3

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There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! (chapter 5)

(important authors note: Hi nyall :3! Sorry i havent written in so long, ive been more hyperfixated on other things like across the spiderverse and lolita fashion, and i’ve also been working on other projects. I have a skullgirls au tumblr blog, my original comic raw!fruit, im redrawing the welcome homes cast’s portraits with my own headcanons added, as well as general oc content. But with welcome homes new update, it motivated me to write again. I feel as though when welcome home is finally finished up, ill rewrite this entire fic to make much more sense. Anyways, heres a content warning. As said before, this fic focuses on how gross human anatomy can confuse wholesome puppets. Its a bit hard to write about gross anatomy stuff without veering into nsfw territory, so suggestions would be appreciated. But this chapter in particular is about periods! The fic is written about a gender neutral AFAB reader, so if youre amab or if periods are just off the table for you, feel free to skip!)

A painful stab at your stomach woke you up from your slumber. “Ough..” your sudden movement spooked your cat. You held your torso in pain, feeling a sharpness in your pants. It was still dark, with the only light being the sun coming through your blinds. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom and….

Blood. Lots and lots of blood stained your undergarments. That explained the sudden pain you were feeling, it was just that time of the month! You went back to your bedroom to make sure you didn’t bleed the bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and turned the shower on. You also grabbed some pads out of the cabinet under the sink. You brought them from your old house but you should probably buy some more later.

You stepped into your shower and let the warm water soak your body head to toe, flourishing yourself with all kinds of soap. Once you were finally cleaned up, you stepped out and dried yourself. You put on your clean clothes, grabbed some pain killers, and went back to bed.

You woke up once again a few hours later. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, fed your cat, and picked up the phone. You decided you would call in sick because of the pain and nausea. God, why does the first day have to be the most painful? You dialed the number for FishEgg Boba and waited for an answer.

“Helloo? This is FishEgg Bobaaa. How may I help youuu?” You heard Casper answer the phone.

“Hey Casper, It’s Y/N. Uhh.. I know it’s only my second day but I’m calling in sick. I’ve got… cramps real bad. I don’t wanna move that much. Is that okay?”

“Oooh. Sure that’s fiiine. Just make sure to come in tomorroww. See you thenn. Hope you feel better sooon.” And with that, he ended the call. You felt kind of bad. It was only your second day, and you were taking a break already. You were probably missing out on some training too! But at the same time, everyone made it seem like yesterday you were working too hard when you weren’t even on your period! You can’t imagine what it’ll be like to work like that while on your period.

You then remembered your plan to get more pads. You were good for now, but it was always a good idea to stock up. You put on some outdoor clothes consisting of some basic gym sweats and a baggy jacket. You gave your kitty a goodbye kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. Gee, this was the second time in a row that you went to Howdy’s.

Wait… Oh yeah they’re puppets. I forgot. I mean you forgot that they were puppets. Of course they won’t have pads. You went back inside and grabbed some money, looks like you were heading out of town after all. As you headed back out again, you spotted Wally walking out of his house as well. You walked over to him, sense you promised you would chat in the morning last night.

“Hey Wally! You wanted to talk more this morning, right?” you stared down at him.

“Oh! Yes! I wanted to know about how it went. Ah, but shouldn’t you be at work right now?” he asked.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, the thing is that I’m uh, not feeling very well. So I’m taking the day off. I’m going back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, I see. You aren’t sick again, are you? Do you want me to go get Poppy?” He held at your knees like a dog jumping on its owner.

“No, no. Not sick, it's just.. I may gross you out at the explanation?” You gestured with your hands “Is that okay?” You asked. He stared at you with a blank expression but nodded his head.

“Okay so basically uh.. When a human with a womb starts puberty.. Uh, and a womb is used for baby making purposes by the by, their womb starts to shed for a couple of days straight each month. That’s because the womb wants to make a baby but doesn’t have the ingredients to make one, causing the womb to pump out blood. This can cause pain, nausea, all that nasty stuff. That’s just a basic explanation, anyways.” He kind of just. Stared at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. “Uh, I don’t need to explain what blood is right?”

“Oh no, we have that too.”

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What.

“W-wait, if you’re bleeding.. Then.. did you just start puberty??” There was this look of anxiety on his face, which felt so odd and out of character.

“No, no, you still bleed even after puberty. Well, that is until you hit your 60’s or something. It’s not gonna go away for a while.. Haha, if I was still that young, I wouldn’t even be here!” You laughed at him a bit. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Sorry.. I don’t know much about how human bodies work…” He looked away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, I can show you.” You reassured him. “Ah- What??” He stared at you slightly horrified, slightly considering your offer.

“Yeah dude, there’s a ton of books about human anatomy. Going from the bone to the skin. I can order you one online! If you want, of course.” You pulled out your phone and showed him various different anatomy books.

“Oh… No thanks, I'm fine.” He turned down your offer in a slightly disappointed tone.

“That’s fine. I need to go out of town for a bit to go get something, see you later!” You waved goodbye as you started to walk to the train station. You then suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach, but you kept on walking.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was waving goodbye right back at you.

(A/N: i wrote this in one night i hope you enjoy!! Ill try to include sally and julie in the next chapter :3333)

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #wally darling #wally darling x reader #y/n #gross #periods #menstration #x reader #toaster-hair #should this fic be abbreviated to THN or TAHITN

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Sharing this because I feel like it. ☺️ The first 900+ words of Idle Hands (rewrite) so far. 🥹 In case you didn't catch previous now deleted post, I gave up on the 'stressful childhood' direction. Now it's more of a retelling, but I'm still calling it a rewrite. This Naruto is interesting imo. Ahhhh, I hope I'm doing this right? I guess bear with me here. Contradictions may be inevitable, Idk. So, he falls under the Obliviously Evil trope this time around. I'm shooting for 'cheerful yet stressed (traumatized) and actually secretly crazy'. Doesn't fit the standard Dark Naruto depiction, so I can't really say one way or another which he leans the closest to. 😭 He hasn't broken yet, but he's going to get there, so we'll see. 🤭 Hope this instills some hype! :3 Becuz I'm making progress babyyyy~🎵

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Idle Hands (2024)

Pairings: NaruHina, eventual NaruHinaSasu

Smut, Freeuse, Dacryphilia

cw: toxic behavior, dubcon, ijime

Summary: There's nothing to do in the sticks. There's even less to do when you're on probation. There's even less than that when: Your dad is the most popular man in town/You've been raised to be a boy and are invisible when you try to be a girl/When your exciting city boy lifestyle has been taken from you.

Or when two losers and a fuckboy choose all the worst ways to have fun. Not that one of them had much of a choice.

There in the middle of an overgrown clearing sat a rusted, abandoned car, wheel-less and sitting atop four cement bricks. The dense forest trees towered in the distance, their foliage deep green and billowing in the wind. Beneath the car, you can follow the remnants of a gravel path out of the clearing, towards an abandoned auto factory – you know, when having an auto factory way the fuck out here somehow made sense. Back before the bubble burst when everything went to shit. But what does he know? He was only six when it happened. Not like that shit ain’t affecting him well into the Y2K or anythin’.

Naruto lounged in the backseat with a nudie magazine and a sage green quilted blanket over his lap, his cheeky eyes devouring the curvaceous models on the pages. Oiled up, lips spread, pouty eyes peering and pleading for his cock.

He nudged his toe in the soft belly beneath the blanket, or maybe he threw it a little harder than he meant to, forcing a slight cough from her throat as her mouth retreated from his cock after gagging.

The blanket rose up from his lap.

“Hey, I didn’t say ‘stop’.” He cupped the back of her head and forced her lips to press against the underside of his rigid girth, teeth sliding and catching against his tender flesh. When the wet, warm vacuum pull of her mouth around his cock returned, he settled back into place, flipping pages like he was reading the newspaper.

Green eyes stared back at him. Earnest, yet cold. White skin framed by black hair. Her tits squished together in a string bikini as she bent forward, her arms crossed underneath their swell.

Shizuka. Didn't matter that she was twenty-four and he was sixteen. There were plenty of ways he could ruin her that life hasn't yet.

His breath quickened, shallow quiet pants puffing past his lips.

Her rich green eyes were growing on him.

Maybe his first girlfriend will have green eyes. If only.

Women like them didn’t exist out here. Not in this dying town of theirs, where their only market street was rows of shuttered-up shops, their storefronts heavily tagged and dirty with runny rust-stains.

Dsy by day, this place was turning into an old person’s home. Or a fucking casket.

Day by day he passed by a chain-smoking mummy, half-deaf and half-blind yet still nosy enough to cuss him out. Every day those same disapproving stares like he was some kind of disease, some kind of curse.

He wanted a woman like Shizuka. He wanted softness like hers to make him forget. He wanted eyes like hers fixed on him in every mundane context, like two lovers, their names signed on the lease just the day before. He wanted her silent worship.

God, he couldn’t wait to get out of here. Couldn’t wait to get a taste of real women.

He was wasting his fucking youth here. His mind too, not that anyone believed he had much of one to begin with.

He imagined someone beautiful, someone way, way, way out of his league taking him inside her, wanting him more than anyone else inside her. She would rewrite his entire history in a single night.

Excitement arced up his spine as pleasure pooled in his groin, building and building–

Naruto grabbed the back of her head. He thrusted into her hot, slimy throat, ignoring her startled whines, the gagging convulsions tightening around his invasive cockhead.

“Gotta train your throat again, huh, Hinata? C’mon, just endure it. I ‘ppreciate you not playing with other dudes while I was away, but you’ve really gotten sloppy. But that’s fine, too, actually. It’s kinda cute.” He threw his head back and closed his eyes, surrendering to the soft, clinging sensations thrumming around his cock. He was melting against her devoted tongue, so persistent to please him no matter what as she licked and laved the ridgid underside with broad sweeps that left echoes of each across his turgid flesh.

Knock knock knock!

A rhythmic tapping on the glass beside his head startled the lewd occupants and Naruto threw his toe into her stomach again.

He lowered the nudie magazine atop her head and turned his face out the window.

Bent over at the hip stood the thorn in his side that his dad personally stabbed in him the moment he found himself in front of the family judge again – no less than two months after his release from the Juvenile Training Facility.

The silver-haired man with the lazy, lidded gaze mimed cranking a handle backwards and Naruto sighed. He reached for the window crank, lowering the window just enough that he and Kakashi could properly exchange words.

“Go to school, Naruto.”

Naruto sank into seat, clearing his face of any hint of expression as he leveled Kakashi with a cold, ignorant stare.

His toe had other ideas, as he nosed around the convergence between her legs, finding the soft resistance of her panty-covered cunt. He idly teased her clit while he waited for the weary douche to give up like he always did.

Not like his father’s favorite student was all that invested in him, anyway. The dude was freaky smart and found ways to make his minor infractions such as truancy go away. Precisely to his father’s satisfaction, and not the system’s.

Obito told him someone like Kakashi would have proposed lifelong marriage to ‘The Rules’ if it had taken the shape he most desired.

The fact that he could give two shits about integrity these days convinced Naruto that his dad knew Kakashi’s state of mind. And that he was exactly what his dad was looking for in a probations officer.

Someone that would take Namikaze Minato’s side, always.

Someone that would protect Namikaze Minato’s image, always.

TBC

#naruhina #eventual naruhinasasu #idle hands fic #fic snippet #rewrite #two little shits don't make a right #and Hinata is trapped in the middle #NaruHina are childhood friends but Naruto is too fucked up to be a good friend to her

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mybg3notebook · 6 months

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Just wanted to let you know that Gale has several radically different endings depending on the choices you make. The power-mad wizard stereotype that you're concerned about is indeed one possible ending, but it's considered one of the "bad" endings. There are other possible endings that I think you would be happy with. I hope that assuages your concerns enough that you will eventually play the full game and pick up your Gale character analysis series again.

Hello. Thank you for letting me know. Unfortunately, I have a massive disappointment with the game (I finished it already a couple of months ago, but I only felt disdain and playing it to the end was a chore more than fun), specially with act 3, and the several plot holes, lore inconsistencies, and even inconsistencies within the same game (you are told things in Act1 that never are reflected in Act3).

Many of these things removed my intentions in continuing this blog with analysis of lore and characters:

The rush in most quests, specially in Act3

The abandonment of the development of chars except for only one, the favourite of Larian that was never favourite in the community according Larian statistics (during EA and release, it's obvious in the infographics they shared even though they concealed it, lol),

The dumbing down of many quests and stories,

The rewriting of chars in the last moment that, although it makes them better than in EA, they clearly were abandoned mid-way (aka Wyll),

The rewriting of chars and stories that makes them immensely stupid or without sense, like Cazador's (the data mining content around him during EA was several times more interesting and complex than the cartoonish, silly, evil character we had in the final product)

Karlach (amazing char that can't be more rushed in its current state). She also suffers from this “stupidity” oversimplification because having archdruids among our companions (or wizards that may know archwizards) would allow us to deal with her problem in many other ways (but who cares about lore? Larian clearly doesn't),

Halsin, added in the last moment, made resources get split in a char that was not fully developed and feels wasted potential while also taking the place of another that had some kind of work done during EA (Helia) but clearly had to be thrown to the rubbish entirely in order to put Halsin in her place,

The useless and nonsense creation of concepts that were never part of the vast lore of Forgotten Realms and they had no real needs to create them for this plot (aka, the ridiculous crown or the wtf "Karsite" weave),

Mystra herself, presented as a god that can't see the future (who due to her rank she can), so it's very stupid to show her as whimsical as Lolth and command the destruction of one of her Chosen just like that (premature explosion), when she values her Chosen and their utility; after all, her chosen ones have a divine part of herself. She is still a Goddess who sees mortal life in a different lens, but I felt she was presented in the oversimplification of "she is a bitch". All her complexity just thrown to the rubbish, like so many other concepts in this game.

The ridiculous lack of consistency of the character the Emperor with himself by the end of the game in some paths,

The bizarre and unnecessary creation of a lot of lore about Orpheus and a "githyanki resistance" when you always had in the lore the Githzerai,

The lack of any consequences of your character in act 3. For example, drows can be absolutely fine walking around Baldur's Gate, treated as if they were humans, when everyone knows that drows are part of the Absolute lines (even Larian created that piece of lore in Ketheric's room explaining how they were recruiting Drow warriors tired of Lolth). The privileged power that a drow Tav had in the goblin camp in act 1 should have been contrasted with a difficulty to walk through Baldur's Gate. This was even a promised consequence told by Sven in an interview that, clearly, was not implemented.

The general lack of reactivity of the companions to the events in act 3, except for the favourite one.

The cut content (which is immensely richer and more interesting than the oversimplified version of what they left)

The list goes on and on, but you can read the official forums for more details and discussions.

I don't know. Maybe the game should have been "The Dark Urge and The Vampire in Baldur's Gate" alone, and leave it at that, so people who were not interested in those things could buy another game. Honestly, I'm deeply disappointed with the game to the point I decided not to play it again until they do a Definitive Edition, like they had to do with DOS2 (which ALSO had a terrible last act with numberless lose-ends and quests without resolution), and make a decent coherent act3 (hoping they will do it, since in Definitive Edition DOS2 was an improvement but not a fix, truly). Compare Act 1 quality with Act 3, and, at least in my case, I feel a bit scammed.

So far, this blog will remain here, but it will be mostly inactive, since I lost any interest in this game, and now I am playing other things. I feel this game would have been a gem but ended up being too messy for whimsical decisions. The excuse of time and resources are not valid for Larian in this case: after all we were always told that the game was going to be released when it was going to be ready, and we ended up with an EA of a full game, with a lot of valuable cut content, inconsistency lore, inconsistency in characters, and 60% of the act 3 bugged.

I'm sorry for the negativity of this post, I truly wanted to love this game, but felt a deep disappointment that, I hope, a definitive edition of it may fix in the future, eventually.

Thank you again for reading what was done during EA.

@dragonagitator, believe me, part of my disappointment also comes from Larian's deaf ears when it comes to feedback. During EA I sent them a lot of feedback, and it was barely addressed. The only one that I saw was the incorporation of lgbt npcs in the world to see them integrated in Faerun, and not just the isolated (and potential) queer!Tav. Check the official forums and you will see a lot of these feedbacks that were made even in EA, and were not taken care of.

A lot of people warned Larian since EA about making the same mistakes they did in DOS2, of making companions like "beast" (with almost no content), of unbalancing content between Larian's faves and the other companions, and did they care? No. A lot of feedback about Karlach's writing and ending was sent, and what was the solution? None. Karlach stays in her precarious story as usual. The lack of reactivity of companions in act 3 is also a well known feedback. So far, no solutions on that topic either. The list is too long, honestly, and when it comes to lore it's even worse. They sold a game, promoting it to be a thing that is not.

#bg3 early access answers

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✨🖤 Shadow Reading 🖤🌙 Pick a Card ⭐️

Shadow work is exploring your unconscious, suppressed, or uncomfortable parts of yourself that you would usually run away from, ignore, or aren’t aware of entirely. The purpose of this reading it to help you get some idea of where to start. I hope this helps you.

Take a moment to relax, breath, and calm your mind before letting yourself be drawn to a card.

From top left to bottom right the cards are ordered 1-4

#1 Let Go

🖤🧹 Enter the darkness and release what needs releasing. Shadow work is uncovering what’s been hidden in the dark, what we’ve been avoiding for the sake of comfort… but this hinders our growth. There’s plenty of frightening feelings to encounter in the dark recesses of our being, yes. Plenty of painful memories as well. But also there’s beauty, hidden talents and gifts waiting to be discovered by you. You must be open to the unknown and face any feelings or memories of guilt, shame, resentment and regret. Once you are staring at your traumas, seeing them for what they are you can now heal what needs healing, clear away what you no longer need, sweep away old patterns of thinking that only serve to hinder your growth, and make way for something new and positive. This was the only reading to have two cards come out. And it’s the only reading without a specific issue, I believe this indicates you have more than a few repressed traumas and feelings that you aren’t aware of. As well as I get the feeling some of you do know but are holding on to them so tight, maybe you’re afraid of letting go, or you maybe the memories won’t let you go. Your shadow work is about facing your demons, getting those skeletons out of your closet, and also discovering more about yourself. It’s about you cleaning and clearing!! Not just spiritually and mentally, but physically as well!! In your home, de cluttering your home, and any other aspects in your life that need changing. A old job that makes you miserable?! A toxic or unfulfilling relationship!? Bad habits that make you feel sick!? It’s time to release the old, journey into the darkness of yourself, and come out anew!! 🌱

#2 Cry

🩸Someone break your heart!? Still suffering!? Someone betray you!? And you’ve never let it go!? There’s a comfort in holding onto the pain of what someone’s done to us, there’s a sense of peace in hating someone for hurting you, leaving you… broken and full of heartache. It’s okay to shed tears, it’s okay to let yourself feel that anguish. For some of you this heartache isn’t about a person who’s wronged you, for some of you it’s about loss… Some of you have lost someone dear to you and you may be grieving heavily, May blame yourself, the world, or god. Your shadow work is to free yourself of this pain. Letting go is not easy by any means. It’s not easy to let go of someone we loved, cared for, depended on, and planned our future with. We intertwine our destinies with people we love, and when they are taken from us, when they leave. We feel abandoned and have to erase the connection we had with them if we’ve broken up, and rewrite the future we envisioned with them. Everything reminds us, everything hurts us, Your world is no longer your world anymore and you’re miserable. But it’s okay, cry and accept this is your present!! Do not look backwards at what used to be and realize what is now, be in the moment and those tears will dry, as you’ve shed your last tear for this person/situation that you will shed. And you’ll look back and it won’t be something that haunts you any longer 🌤

#3 Goddess

🌹 It’s time for you to truly see yourself for who you really are, and goddess Freya is going to help you with it. Freya is the Norse goddess of Love and War!! She’s assisting you with your journey into loving yourself like the god/goddess you truly are. Your self worth may have been something you’ve struggled with for a long time. You may have struggled with feelings of guilt or shame, or like you aren’t deserving of love, abundance, or happiness. Or maybe you think someone like you just could never have such things. This is a call for you to embrace all that life has to give you. Open up and let yourself have all that you are deserving of. Like her symbol, honey!! It’s suggested you taste the sweetness of the world. Know that Freya is a powerful goddess!! Reminding you of your own power, reminding you that you do have the strength to win your battles and war!! Connect to your wildness, be true to your heart and know what your essence is divine!! 🌙

#4 Shine

🦜 Are you a little bit of a misfit!? Miss understood or you feel like others may not understand or accept you if you are truly yourself. Maybe you’ve experienced bullying in the past or still are and it’s affected you to the point where you have hidden who you are. You may have a distinctive birth mark or feature that sets you apart from your peers. I get the sense that something about you is different, physically, mentally, or just your interests/hobbies. Spirit is saying that you’re beautifully unique and there’s nothing wrong with you. Your shadow work is about accepting yourself or not worrying about being accepted by others. Know that you were the way you are for a reason. You’re not weird, but even if you are. Who wants to be normal anyways!? Makes you all the more interesting. It’s your time to stop filtering yourself, to stop dimming your light and let yourself shine!! Show all your colors, you have beautiful feathers!! Spread them and fly!! You don’t have to be caged, the door is open. You don’t have to be like anyone else 🌈

#empress readings #free tarot #tarot #spirituality #tarot reader #tarot reading #spiritual guidance #11:11 #oracle cards #pick a card #shadow work

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myhsterie · 2 months

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can i be a hater rq.

ofmd s2 was not good after episode 3 (even that’s debatable), and while hbo definitely fucked them over i’m happy with the series ending here (if happy was more like “oh thank god it’s over”).

fans got TOO involved with the woodwork of the show and in its actual storytelling. the story itself began to change based on what they thought fans wanted to see, not what was satisfying. i have gripes with izzy and jim in particular being actor-ified: that wasn’t izzy and jim, that was con and vico. not saying they’re bad actors but their journeys and characters did not make logical sense even for a comedy, based on the previous season. it felt like they were tailoring the character arcs to the actor’s public persona in order to entice fans. i mean what the fuck was that non-resolution to the jim & oluwande storyline? what the fuck was IZZY’s entire thing? change isn’t (generally) that quick. and i’m not izzy’s biggest fan but killing him off after that storyline felt like cheap sobs. nothing was EARNED. nothing was SATISFYING. it was empty calories when the first season was a home cooked meal. a pale imitation that didn’t seem to understand what made it a good story in the beginning.

i love the first season. i have a full handmade ed cosplay. i wrote thousands upon thousands of words of fanfiction (that i then used to secure actual writing jobs lol). i’ve paid to meet nathan foad at a con as the kraken. i had art on my walls and still do. let it be known i’m not talking out of my ass here. i loved this show.

but i’m also a screenwriter and a director and a storyteller. i’m a working professional in film. and they did not use this second season effectively. episode order cut short? rewrite. don’t try and cram 10 episodes into 8. just cut it down. and don’t waste time either, which it did a lot of. nothing felt justified, nothing felt earned, it all felt like pandering, and it made me stop watching. it read like they’d been exposed to far too much fan content and had let that poison the integrity of the show and i’m not sorry to say it! the fandom’s proximity to the creators did not help s2 at all and likely harmed it grievously! and none of you want to hear that!

i’m not sorry for fandom wanking all over your timelines. i’ve had these thoughts and critiques for a long time but felt like i was going to be shot in the street like a dog if i said them on here lmao. but it has to be said. it wasn’t a good season, and even though the studio’s intentions on ending it were not fully pure there were still pretty damn good reasons to end it. you are all insufferable and embarrassing, and i hesitate to identify with the ofmd fan base anymore because of the utter lunacy i’ve seen. hope this helps!

#hating is my passion and a full time job #this isn’t even mentioning all of the very real and valid criticisms bipoc people have of the show #just let it die #ofmd critical #ofmd wank #i’m trying NOT to tag this in a way where it shows up in main fandom tags but it undoubtedly will #if you see this and you don’t agree: move on. you’re (most likely) a grown adult. don’t engage with discourse that does not benefit you.#also move on in general 🫣 who said that

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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 2 months

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ok. i took a long, long time (song ref) but hi!!!!!!!!!

1. titanic fic (*cue shit-eating grin*). umum. im curious if there's anything about the morse code yet. or codes in gen actually. so. sentences with the word "code" :3

2. titanic vid!!!! Idk if you like the engineering aspects, but there still were a ton of other facts sprinkled in (spiral staircases, people that monitored coal balance, separate staff room for firemen, how they got air down there etc) https://youtube.com/watch?v=4begc_U8ygI#searching

3. surprise!! this is an interview. i have some Official Author questions for you (feel free to pick and choose, come back to this later, or just striaght up ignore lol):

3a. Do you have any authors (professional or not) that you aspire to be like one day?

3b. Following that up, are there any specific works (again, published, professional, etc or just amazing amateur works!!) that really inspire you?

3c. What made you start writing? I'm curious on anything that led to the conscious decision, of course, but additionally do you think there was anything you grew up with that "planted the seeds"? Was it any of the people from question 3a?

3d. What's the silliest (/pos) idea you've ever had for a fic? If you didn't write/publish it, why not? Was it a recent thing? If not, do you think your experience would have influenced that idea today?

if those dont make sense u can send me a messgae or something 👍👍👍 goodnight

ITS BEEN THREE DAYS but im here okay……. lets do this. hi pep :>

1) alas, i’ve been focusing on a lot of other things so i havent reached a written point of the Code Usage, which begins in like chapter 3-4. sorry man 💔 (progress has been made ! just not as much as i’d hope 😭)

2) FUN FACTS?!??!??!??!!?!!? IM WATCHING A DOCUMENTARY RN BUT IM YOINKING THIS RIGHT AFTER YIPPIE!!!!!!!!

3a) uhmmmmmmmm i dont exactly pay attention to authors as much as i pay attention to books but you know what. rick riordan. not because of anything he’s done or written but because of his audacity to write 20+ books in the same universe and still get 100000000000000 people 1000000% invested in it. i wanna write sequels forever. can i be him

3b) OHHHHHHHH UHM UHM UHM UHM the thing that got me into fanfic specifically was the fic “versability” (it was a gf fic about ‘what if ford never made the portal’, written like 2015-16, and yeah i did know of and even read a bit of fic beforehand but i was never into it) but just READING ? the land of stories by chris colfer, easy. mmmmmmmmm that was my fucking Thing. if i wasnt a baby at that time i would have WROTE. SO. MUCH. GOOD GOD. IT WAS MY THING. THE THING THAT GOT ME INTO NOVELS. URGH. alex my iconic mentally ill bisexual, conner my precious cynical boy. i need to read those again my GOD now i think about it that was fairytale fanfiction that happejed to bepublished and ohhhhh it was beautiful. im gonna read jt . iM GONNA DO IT!!!!

3c) in writing in general or just fanfic? for fanfic its that one day i had an gf fic idea (that i had to heavily revise/rewrite, but it did end up getting out eventually) that i hadnt read anything like it, and i wanted to see it. decided: hey, im shit at writing, but might as well!!!!!! 65k words later, its not a joke anymore. im a Writer now :) but as for in general, well ofc reading books. people told me in the past im creative and should get into book writing if you like reading so much. i decided well im gonna do it professionally, but might as well do something tiny, so i well uh wrote. im not gonna tell you but it certainly was Something. classic isekai mary sue dramatic plot hybrids etc etc etc but actually the queen the mc is “related” to is actually polyam and was in a relationship with both their dad and their mom and the big villain is the queen’s sister who’s pissed that both of her lovers ditched her for the human world (but actually they had to break up because because the society was not polyam friendly. there just happened to be a war after that). everything else was basic isekai except for that little crumble of lore. the queen was a bisexual. the dad was a pansexual. the mom was a lesbian. i think i ate there to be honest

3d) mmmmmm i gotta think. there was definitely a gf x amphibia au where ford got ploped in amphibia and the plantars IMMEDIATELY stole him and wrapped him up in their adventures right when the plot starting becoming a thing (early season 2). there’s one where stan and ford just….. climb a tree. it’s laced with a lot of philosophical talks straight from good omens knowledge but ultimately its just goody fun. mmmmm theres one where gabriel has no idea what crowley looks like, but he DOES know what Bildad The Shuite looks like, itd be tiny but so so so so funny. the gf/gomens crossover…..a human au based on that one tumblr post about a necromancer bringing people back from the dead to fuck with the killer and opening a discord support group….. the s1 humans + aziraphale being the victims, crowley the necromancer, and the s2 humans being the nosy outsiders who Notice things happens but can never say shit. oughhhh……… Yeah. yeah, thats good. most of these are recent except 4 the amphibia one, wouldnt change much about it even with the shit i know now EXCEPT being able to handle the relationships/emotions between the characters better, ive certainly gotten better at it and i love it. i havent published any bc either i started but couldnt finished, or just thought it was neat and moved on to plop it in the ideas folder and wait 4 inspiration.

OKAY THATS A LOT BUT THERE YOU GO sorry for the wait, man. you’re my best cupperty you know that right 🫵 ANSWERS!!!!! and ill work on titanic as fast as i can, it hasnt been forgotten !! i just gotta mow the grass….. (“short” fic wips)

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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Ruins - Chapter VI

Chapter 6/?

Wordcount 3,5 k

Title Part VI

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): none

Tagging @darling-imobsessed (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So I've been trying to deal with a creative block at the precise moment when y/n-chan was supposed to finally connect the dots and figure out the god's identity, which made me so insecure about this chapter that I almost gave up on posting it to rewrite it from the first line, but I decided that the way she ends up solving the mystery matches what is expected from a fairy tale or a myth, where most things happen by coincidence or by a superior force's will. The complete line of thought that led her to the solution will be revealed in the next two chapters if everything sets as planned, but for now I hope you enjoy how things are going rn :)

The days after the party’s announcement passed like a dream, blended in just one big, vague memory of excitement, anxiety and countless activities. All the girls had much work to do, but they were never seen tired or complaining: the cleaning of the spaces that were going to be used as dining room and dancing hall; the decoration; the rehearsals for the presentations and in which order they should happen… there were so many things to worry about that the few hours of free time were used only to rest and cheer.

You, on your part, were excited as well, but other things occupied your thoughts.

Days have passed since Hermes stopped you on your way to the Library. You’ve been following his advice about analyzing your conversations with the mysterious god as best as you could, but no matter how you recalled them, nothing came to your mind in order to help with the enigma. And, despite not being able to make an exception and allow you into the Library, he could have at last brought you a book or two, right? As far as you knew, there were no rules against it. But it was like he wasn’t willing to move a finger in this sense. You were starting to think that Hermes was the one who didn’t want you to figure out the truth. But what would he gain by acting that way?

As if I’d be able to understand...

One day, after lunch, you were so tired that you almost gave up on going back to the room where you’ve been assigned to work just to stay alone for a moment. You lied on your bed and closed your eyes, sighing.

This way, I'm not going anywhere. I won’t be able to keep my word and give him the answer when we meet again.

The day of the festivity was the deadline you established for yourself, for you were sure the next encounter would happen during it: from the Gardens to the corridors, the kitchen, the rooms and everywhere you girls were allowed to stay at, there was no sign of him; it was like he was waiting for this occasion as well.

Unsurprisingly, Hermes was keeping silence about his disappearance since that day at the Library’s corridor, but though you didn’t talk to him concerning the case anymore, he kept an eye on you as he’s been doing since the start, always checking if you were eating and sleeping well just as he did to the other girls.

Speaking of them, you also noticed that none of the apprentices seemed to know about the god’s existence: you’ve heard no conversations about a man with his description or anything that might have had the slightest connection to him; your little meetings also seemed to be known only by you and Hermes-sama, and you were never questioned about your lonely wanderings. Yes, you’d certainly hate to invent stories to maintain your privacy or to tell the truth and become the perfect target to gossip, but the man’s invisibility didn’t make it less strange.

On the other hand, you couldn’t say you didn’t have your cheering moments: many times – more than you’d like to admit – you caught yourself wishing to see the party’s day finally coming, the moment you would enter the decorated room, observing the people around you, the talking, the laughter, the smells of the food and the drinks, and among all these elements confusing your senses you would find him, his beauty, his calm, deep aura taking over his surroundings, attracting eyes of surprise and fear as he would make his way to you… or he would be faster and appear behind you, greeting you with one of his gentle smiles, but having fun watching your startle. Yes, you were even eager to see the other girls’ reaction when they would first see him, hear his voice, sense his power; you found yourself giggling at the idea.

But, regarding your connection, what was going to happen after you give him the answer? Would he be willing to continue the sequence of light, polite talks you started just a few days ago? Or would he be just interested in seeing if you were wise enough to decipher this mystery, and wouldn’t mind leaving you aside in case you didn’t match his expectations? No, it couldn’t be. It didn’t fit him, didn’t it?

You smiled to the air.

It’s so funny how I’m suddenly full of certainties when it comes to him.

Was all of this right, or even healthy? You weren’t sure, but for a girl raised with other people’s wishes and expectations tossed at her regardless her will, thinking of this as the only wish you wanted to carry with you was tempting, enjoyable. Thinking of him was like granting yourself permission to feel safe.

It’s not bad. So that for now, I’m giving in to it.

***

The day of the festivity came at last, but no insight came to you with it. Your deadline was almost over, but you still had no answer to the god’s enigma.

In the morning, most of the girls were out of their beds a few minutes after the sun rose up. However, even when they left the rooms after that, they didn’t let the others sleep for a little more, for they came back right after breakfast to give the news: each girl was going to receive a jewel to wear during the event, accessories specially designed by Weland, Athena (who apparently wanted to reestablish her connections to Valhalla) and Vulcan as a request from the girls’ divine tutors.

You were one of those who stayed in bed for a little longer and despite choosing to not participate in the conversation, you couldn’t help paying attention to it.

– Hermes-sama said that each jewel was made according to our preferences and personality – a girl sitting on the bed on the right side of yours was explaining to the one lying on it – Even the colors were carefully selected!

– And they’re of many types! – a second apprentice replied from the door – Some of them are necklaces, and others are earrings!

This excited the presents, provoking loud and multiple replies.

– Really? I love earrings!

– Do you think our master chose a jewel with a purple stone for me? I remember mentioning purple as my favorite color once…

– I think our group will receive matching jewels. What do you think?

Many other questions of this kind were made and repeated until you understood you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so you stood up and went to take care of yourself.

In the bathroom, Amalia, the girl who slept in the bed at the left side of yours and who also couldn’t find a tutor, told you additional details about the jewels that she heard at the kitchen.

– Apparently, we who have not guardians will receive jewels as well – she was saying while brushing her hair – But ours will be in the form of hairpins or something like that. Honestly, I prefer hairpins. What do you think, y/n-san?

You couldn’t care less about wearing a jewel on your hair or neck, but in respect to Amalia you replied with honesty.

– I don’t have specific preferences, because I’m not used to jewels, but I’m sure they will send us beautiful things – you finished drying your face – So I’m happy with this.

Amalia laughed at this answer.

– Sometimes you sound so modest that I can’t believe a word you say!

And that was your turn to laugh. You didn’t see yourself as this modest; you just thought you were conscious about your own limits. This attitude might have stolen the fun from you in some occasions in the past, but saved you in many others, and you believed you could live with that.

And with such challenge under my responsibility right now, my limits are as clear as day.

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The room was as crowded and as noisy as a lodge for dozens of girls getting dressed to a big party could be that evening. The elves who served at Valhalla have brought the clothes, shoes, make up and many other necessary items earlier, and now everyone was occupied in using them to become the best version of themselves among the sounds of rustling skirts, the regular noises of high heels being tested as their owners walked between the beds, little screams, laughter of excitement, gossip spreading across the space and exclamations of anger and frustration for makeup and hair styling mistakes that were promptly fixed.

The girls without tutors, as expected, were given dresses that resembled each other as if they belonged to the same category – and maybe it would work as a strategy to make them easy to identify among the gods – but each piece was still unique, especially due to the variety of colors.

You, on your part, received a long, flowing dress with a high collar and a discreet front with no cleavage, but loosen sleeves that would leave your shoulders at sight, and an elastic stripe at your waist’s height. The fabric was of a soothing shade that you would describe as dusty, old pink. You looked at yourself in the mirror while brushing your hair and ended up satisfied with what you were seeing: it was impressive that, though you were never invited to have your measurements taken, they made everything your exact size.

They must have spent an abnormal amount of time studying us.

The sound of firm, regular knocks on the room’s large doors caught the attention of all the girls, who stopped what they were doing as one of them went to answer the call. By the rhythm of the knocks, all of you knew who was waiting on the outside.

– Hermes-sama! – the girl who opened the door to the god took a step behind, as to open the way for him.

Hermes walked in with a cheerful smile to greet you.

– I can see you’re all doing your best to look presentable, children – and passing his eyes all over the room – As you can suppose, I came to call you to receive your gifts.

The girls let out exclamations of joy, understanding that he was talking about the jewels.

– I’m going to call you individually or in groups, according to the number of disciples of each deity – Hermes explained – Then, an elf will lead you to the room of the festivity, where the gods are waiting. Now, the ones who are ready, please, take a step ahead!

The girls elevated their voices in approval, and the Olympian began to call the groups according to their guardian, starting by the most important ones such as Shiva, then passing to the minor deities, nymphs and elves that inhabited Vallhala. Hermes would indicate the place where the apprentices should meet their guide and receive their gifts, then come back to the room and call the next ones. The girls without guardianship would be the last ones and would be called in groups.

That was a long process since the room you were lodged were one of the most crowded that year, so some of the girls took the chance to give a final touch to their looks. You were ready, so you sat on your bed and took a moment to take one last look at your notes. Your fingers trembled upon the pages.

I’m sorry, my Lord. But I guess I won’t be able to keep my promise.

The girls who were under the minor gods’ wings had more time to take care of the minor details on their looks, but as time passed, they grew impatient, so that mistakes were made.

By the time Hermes came to call the last group – so that only you and the others without guardians were left – two girls were in front of a mirror trying to fix one’s makeup: apparently, an asymmetry was noticed in the eyeliner of the girl who was sitting in the vanity by her friend and this latter offered herself to fix the problem, but the excessive use of water caused an accident that made the other desperate.

– I told you it was too much water! – she was crying out – Now look at my state! I’ll never conquer anyone with this appearance!

You were close enough to hear the conversation and to observe the girls, and one look at the weeping one convinced you that the mistake was not impossible to be fixed, but you doubted that she would listen in case you said that out loud. You were still with your notebook open on your lap, but forgot it for a moment as you paid attention to the girls’ interaction.

The girl managing the water recipient, standing beside the vanity, wasn’t the type who just listens to complains in a passive way.

– If you stood still when I told you so, that would never happen! – she was scolding her friend – Now, stop screaming and let’s try again!

And after the other’s reluctant agreement, she restarted her work.

– What if Hermes-sama calls us first? – the girl with the messed make up asked with genuine preoccupation.

– In this case, we can simply ask him to call us later. There must be no problem in this. We’re all going to receive our jewels, right? – she sighed, speaking more to herself than to her partner – Please, stand still… Heavens, will you never learn?

You stared at the small bowl full of water as those last words echoed inside your head.

Learn… When was the last time I thought about this?

The water was stirred when the girl put the wiper on it again, and you remembered the conversation at the secret garden.

When I was a child, our house was near the coast. I used to sit at its entry and observe as the ships would come and go…

Why looking at the water should make you think about your house by the sea? You didn’t know, but decided not to interrupt the stream of thoughts.

There are… so much knowledge I want to gather…

You said that to him. You said how much you wanted to learn, to live an exciting life just like the people who traveled on those ships. Because the more one would learn, the more they would grow.

Grow?

A scary, sudden idea cracked inside your brain at that word.

You looked down at your notes again. According to the enigma, the third brother’s domain inspired love and fear, and through these feelings it educated humanity. What were the exact words used by the god on this part? You searched for them with a nervous finger slipping through the paper. They were…

Through it the men will grow.

Yes, those were the words! Through his domain. Through…

Water!

So, the third brother ruled above water… above the seas! Of course! Traveling through them has led men to expand territories, gather knowledge and reach prosperity. The sea has made men grow in many senses, but while men loved the water, they knew that perils and tragedies were waiting for them in it, leading to a justified fear. Love and fear were united in the human heart when it came to the sea. And who was the Lord of the Seas?

Another Olympian, known by Hermes-sama.

Poseidon-sama!

And in this case, the other brothers should be…

Zeus-sama, Lord of Heaven, where only a few were allowed. Adamas-sama, God of Conquer, who doesn’t possess a physical domain, but it was publicly known that he lived with one of his brothers in his kingdom. And this brother...

The advice you received from Hermes the day you showed him your notes emerged at that moment.

I know there are precious details you can recall from your encounters with him.

Your conversations then came back to you in shattered pieces, as to prove him right.

This place… is the same of my own dreams… And it is part of Hellheim...

The soil of my domains is not appropriate for the species...

A way to soothe my yearning for these lands…

Yes, you’ve studied about this once. The Greek pantheon has four ancient brothers whose power is unparalleled, and you have met the fourth, the eldest one. The god with the most terrifying of the divine domains under his command. One to where the men will always go, sooner or later.

Right when they die.

You closed your notebook suddenly and startled, having to gather all your strength to not scream, not only because of your discovery, but also because you heard your name being called from the door, maybe not for the first time.

You raised your eyes to the room’s entry and felt your face burning in embarrassment.

– You seem a bit distracted tonight, Y/n-chan! – Hermes was saying with his usually calm, modest smile – I understand your anxiety, but can you please collaborate and come to receive your gift?

Your response was to give him a clumsy apology and hide your notebook in a drawer under your bed, then approach the door with trembling hands. A quick exchange of looks between you as you passed the doorway and both of you knew that something was about to happen.

Only after leaving the room, you realized how strange it was being called separately instead of accompanying the other girls without guardians, but you didn’t question your guide about this: he might know what he was doing.

Instead of leading you to an elf as he did to the previous girls, Hermes walked with you to another corridor, out of the other girls’ reach, and put a small, black box with fine, delicate ornaments in silver and red stone, in your hands; he pressed a little button to open its cover, and the interior revealed a hairpin made of noblest, polished silver that would end in a splendid couple of two flowers – narcissus – with the same reddish stones of the outside as petals. The leaves around them, also made of silver, had a sharpness on their edges that made you think they were gathered to form a weapon more than a hair accessory.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the object, and even knowing it was made for you, you didn’t try to touch it.

– It’s... beautiful beyond description, Hermes-sama…

The man giggled. He has been observing your reaction since the start and, apparently, was having fun with it.

– An appropriate gift… don’t you think?

You raised your eyes to him, not taking long to understand. Hermes put in words what you didn’t dare say:

– Yes, he sent this to you. Unlike the other jewels that were made by the Artisans, he made this himself. He personally collected the silver and the gems formed in the caves of his domain and used his abilities to create a replica of the narcissus you saw on the fields of Valhalla.

So... he still remembered the brief chat you had about Valhalla’s narcissus and why they were in bloom regardless the season and created a version of them using precious materials.

Silver and gems… from Hellheim.

You didn’t reply to that. Hermes took the hairpin from the box and went behind you to do your hair. Only then you gathered courage to speak about your discovery.

– Hermes-sama.

– Yes?

– The enigma. I solved it. I figured it out.

You sensed when his hands stopped moving for a second before he replied. He wasn’t as surprised as you expected.

– I see. It happened moments before I called you, didn’t it?

– Yes.

He finished his work, taking a moment to observe the result, making small adjustments here and there.

– Perfect – he spoke more to himself than to you.

You closed the box in your hands and gave it back to him when he took his place before you again.

– So… are you ready to go, Y/n?

You nodded, but gave him no verbal response. He frowned in preoccupation.

– How are you feeling? Are you alright?

– Yes, yes, I am – you shrugged – I just don’t know exactly what I’m feeling, and I fear what I’m going to feel once I…

Hermes smiled.

– Once you see him and give him the answer?

You made an affirmative gesture. He thought of it for an instant.

– Hm… In this case, allow me to tell you a secret – and lowering his tone as to be heard only by you, – He is eager to meet you again and to have your answer. The last time I saw him today, he was anxious as yourself.

At heat came up to your face when you heard that. A god – an ancient, powerful god like the Ruler of Hellheim – was anxious to meet you? Could you believe that, or was Hermes just being dramatic?

He might have noticed your disbelief, for with a giggle, he offered you his arm and held the box with the other.

– Allow me to lead you to the festivity’s place, child. Hades-sama is waiting for you.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no walkure #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #snv x reader #ror fanfiction #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok hades #ror hades x reader #snv hades x reader

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You bet - Chapter 3: Just Catch Me (Rewrite)

As the days passed, the push and pull between Poppy and Morgan continued, with Poppy persistently trying to ask Morgan out, and Morgan dodging her every attempt. Poppy didn't give up easily though, and she kept making attempts to win Morgan over.

One day, Poppy presented her with a rose and she smiled in a non-threatening way, or at least she thought so. Without breaking eye contact, Morgan dropped the rose into the trash and walked away, leaving Poppy gaping. (Morgan had been so sick of seeing roses; it had been a week, and she still found rose petals in her room. Her room had started to smell like a funeral home.)

On another occasion, Poppy bought Morgan some imported pastries, ones that she had shipped straight from France, hoping to impress Morgan with the gesture. But once again, Morgan's response left her frustrated. She gave the pastries away without even tasting them, asking if anyone else wanted a piece. Poppy started to question her approach.

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"Time was running out, Pops, and we were already in Plan K." Veronica tried to rile her up, amused by her disastrous plans. What did you guys think? What strategy did you want our Queen to try next? Click the link to vote! Veronica's live stream and teasing about Poppy's numerous failed attempts at winning Morgan's heart only added to Poppy's frustration.

She grabbed Veronica’s phone and tried to turn it off, trying to regain some control over the situation, but Veronica easily took it from her. "You're not that tall, you know?" Veronica teased, holding the phone out of Poppy's reach.

"She was playing hard to get. I thought it was cute before, but now it was just annoying." Poppy bit her lower lip. Morgan was really frustrating.

Chloe tried to offer some advice. "Maybe tone down the cockiness when you're asking her out. Girls don't like that. If I were Morgan, I, for sure, would be terrified."

Poppy defended herself, insisting, "I'm not cocky!"

"Whoa, chill. We're just trying to help you out." Chloe responded.

"Okay, fine. Let's just go with my plan, okay? Plan K will make me proud." Poppy said, hoping that this time it would be different.

"Well, the 11th time's the charm." Veronica said. Poppy playfully punched her on the arm, but Veronica quickly distanced herself to avoid further retaliation.

"Ow, now I'm beginning to feel sorry for Morgan if this is how you show your appreciation.” she said, trying to lighten the mood.

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"Morgan," Poppy called after her.

Morgan turned, already feeling exasperated. She knew that voice. "Poppy, I swear to God, if this is another one of your bizarre games, I'm gonna lose it."

Poppy could tell that Morgan had had enough of her unpredictable behavior. But this time, Poppy was done and had nothing to lose, so she followed Chloe’s stupid idea.

"Please just listen," Poppy began, her voice filled with genuine emotion. "I- I'm sorry for being too presumptuous. I just really like you, okay? Give me a chance, please." Poppy would have died if Veronica knew, but right now she wasn’t above begging.

To her relief, Morgan didn't pull away or reject her this time. Instead, she let Poppy reach for her hand, signaling a willingness to hear her out.

"Fine, if it doesn't work out, you'll leave me alone?" Morgan asked, her voice weary from the chase.

Poppy didn't hesitate. "Of course, I promise. I won't bother you anymore if you don't want me to."

Morgan seemed to weigh her options for a moment before finally relenting. "Okay, fine." She agreed, her tone softening. Morgan had always found it hard to resist the charm of beautiful girls.

Poppy was surprised and elated by Morgan's response. She hadn't expected her to say yes so easily. "Oh, You will? Was that a yes?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face.

Morgan rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a small smile of her own. "Yes, but don't screw it up," she warned.

"I won't, I promise." Poppy assured her, feeling a sense of relief and excitement. "I'll text you when. Thank you, Morgan."

She couldn't help herself and rose up to her tiptoes, planting a kiss on Morgan's cheek before walking away. As she left, Morgan could feel the warmth on her cheek where Poppy had touched it.

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“Sooo? Are we moving to Plan L? That one’s my favorite.” Veronica asks her when she sidles up to them after asking Morgan out again.

Poppy smiles triumphantly at Veronica's reaction. "No, I already have a date." she announces proudly. Veronica's eyes widen in disbelief and excitement.

"No way! You finally did it. I'm so proud, I might even cry. It was getting really painful to watch you fail." Veronica said.

Chloe joins in, cringing at the memories of Poppy's failed attempts. "Yeah, really painful."

Ignoring their playful jabs, Poppy admits. "I didn't plan this far. I was too focused on getting her to say yes."

"That's sad. But you know we'll help." Veronica reassures her, placing her hand on Poppy's shoulder. Chloe nods in agreement. "Absolutely, we'll come up with a perfect plan together." She says.

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Poppy looked at her friends incredulously. "Are you freaking serious?" she asked, not convinced by their choice of an amusement park as a date spot.

“The amusement park is a good date spot, says so on Bing,” Chloe replied.

“She’s right, I took a girl there. She was all over me by the end of the day.” Veronica said, her eyes glazing over. Poppy and Chloe rolled their eyes at where her thoughts were heading.

“But the germs and the people,” Poppy shuddered. “Can’t we have dinner at an expensive restaurant or something normal?”

Veronica shook her head. "It's Morgan we're talking about. I bet she's tired of all this pretentious stuff. And because I asked Zoey, the amusement park is high up on the top 3 list."

"What are the other options?" Poppy asked reluctantly, feeling like she was being cornered.

Chloe grinned mischievously. "Okay, you asked for it; the Zoo and fruit picking. I doubt you can handle that much physical activity and proximity to animals."

"That's it? Those are terrible first date options!" Poppy exclaimed, feeling a bit frustrated.

"We told you so," Veronica said with a smirk.

Poppy took a deep breath and conceded defeat. "Fine, amusement park it is. I'll text her now." She said, taking out her phone. As she texted Morgan to confirm the date, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. While it may not be the luxurious or fancy date she envisioned, if it would bring her close to Morgan, then she would soldier through the ordeal.

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She picked up her phone and sent a text to Morgan, trying to act casual even though her heart was racing.

Poppy: Hey, are you free this Saturday for our date? In case you forgot.

A few minutes later, Morgan responded, and Poppy couldn't help but smile when she saw the message.

Morgan: Yeah, what time?

Poppy took a deep breath before responding, trying to sound confident.

Poppy: Is 9 AM good for you? I'll pick you up. Morgan: That’s weirdly early but, okay.

Poppy locked her phone, feeling nervous, but she'd be damned if she backed out now.

#you bet #poppy min sinclair #poppy min sinclair x mc

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alinesart3 · 5 months

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Skyfall: Part 2

This fanfiction is written by me and @mostsanenikolaikinnie on pinterest

Pairings: fyodor x nikolai (toxic), sigma x nikolai

Warning: language, su1c1de attempt, god complex

A/N: Part 2 is here!! It took some time because I had to rewrite some scenes but now it’s finally here. (Btw there’s a lot more parts so get ready)

Word count: 1 693

About a mile above the city of Yokohama, Nikolai was falling at a rapid speed, looking up at the Sky casino. "So this is how it is to fly.. Its actually quite peaceful.. such a lovely view from up here, even though it's the last thing I'll see.." he laughed to himself as he admired the beauty and peace of the clouds. Then something popped up in this mind "Sigma.. when I fell.. he tried to catch me.. he seemed.. sad.. and upset..? Sigma, what a strange person you are.. only 3 years old, but yet understand so, so much.. I hope you'll survive in the cruel world without me.." Nikolai closed his eyes and smiled thinking of his friend. Someone who actually cared about him..

Fyodor snapped at Sigma "Why didn’t you stop him?!" Sigma felt his heart sink as he thought to himself "He's right.. I should've stopped him.. did i.. did I technically kill Nikolai?!" Fyodor sighed and looked back out the window "Whatever.." "Do you know how to save him?" Fyodor ignored Sigma "SIR?! WE ARE GOING TO SAVE HIM, RIGHT?!" Fyodor replied calmly, but Sigma could sense annoyance in his voice "Do not yell at me, I'm thinking" Sigma felt slightly embarrassed that he yelled at Fyodor like that "Sorry, Sir.. but we're gonna save him, right?" Fyodor sighed "..Yes" Sigma felt a bit better knowing that Fyodor was on board with the idea. "Thank God.. but we need to hurry and come up with something!" "What do you think I'm trying to do?" Fyodor thought for a moment and Sigma tried coming up with something too. "Do you know anyone that could save him? No one in the DOA can.." Fyodor nodded "I know one person, but convincing him won't be easy.." "Who?!" "Chuuya Nakahara. His gravity manipulation skill is the only thing that can help is in this situation" Sigma looked confused and shocked. "What?! You want to team up with the Port Mafia?!" Fyodor frowned "Are you doubting my decision?" "No- of course not.." Sigma still seemed confused about Fyodor's decision. And also, another question wouldn't leave his head: "May I ask.. why did you decide to save him? I mean, don't you hate Nikolai?" "I do hate him.." Fyodor explained "but I need him to fulfil my plan. You know, to get the Reality-changing book." Sigma realized that Fyodor really does hate Nikolai and he's only using him. All he says to Nikolai is true about leaving him to die after he has the Reality-changing book in his possession. He couldn't leave Nikolai to die, though. And if he's alive there'd be a chance to free him. "But.. Do you think he'll help us?" Sigma pondered "Leave it up to me" Fyodor went away from the window and Sigma followed him shortly.

Fyodor was sitting in the office of the leader of the Port Mafia, Mori.

"Hello sir, you wanted to see me?" The Port Mafia executive, Chuuya Nakahara, who had just been called in by his boss, entered the room. "Yes I did. There's someone who wants to talk to you. They're waiting for you in that room" Mori nodded in the direction of a door. "Alright" Chuuya entered the room and shrieked "FYODOR?!" "Nice to see you too, Chuuya. As your boss said, we need to discuss something" "Make it quick" Chuuya crossed his arms. "So basically Nikolai committed suicide and is falling to his death." Fyodor seemed completely unbothered as if he was having a casual chat with one of his friends. "So I wanted to ask if you can use your gravity manipulation and save him" Chuuya scoffed "Me? Save a member of a rival organisation? Hell no." Fyodor stood up and glared down at Chuuya. "Very well, I'd just like to have a word with your boss before I leave." And then he entered the Port Mafia's boss' office. A few minutes later, Fyodor and Mori re-entered the room where Chuuya was. "Chuuya, go save Nikolai." Mori demanded. "HUH?! WHAT??" Chuuya was completely lost. How did Fyodor manage to convince Mori to help? "Yes. And hurry before it's too late." Mori seemed completely serious about the order. Chuuya knew he couldn't protest. "I- alright.." They went outside to start the rescue mission. "Oh, you convinced him!" Sigma, who’s been waiting for them in the waiting room, exclaimed and ran to Fyodor and Chuuya. "Not exactly.. I convinced his boss" Chuuya rolled his eyes when Fyodor spoke. "Ah, but the main thing is that he's here and will help. Anyhow, we need to locate Nikolai" Sigma opened the closest window and looked outside. Everyone scanned the sky to see if they could spot Nikolai when suddenly Sigma pointed up to the sky and called out "There he is!" Chuuya looked in the direction that Sigma was pointing in and flew up quickly.

Nikolai closed his eyes as he saw the ground come closer and closer. "Finally.. the sweet release of death.. Finally I'll be put out of my misery.. and finally.. Fyodor will be happy.." Suddenly he stopped falling, even though he hasn’t reached the ground yet. He opened his eyes again to see what was going on. Chuuya had decreased Nikolai’s gravity to stop him from falling. "HUH?! What are you doing here?!" Chuuya smirked "Sorry man, you're not gonna die today" Nikolai looked around, utterly bewildered "How- how did you find out about this?! Why did you save me!? I.. I have so many questions.." Chuuya chuckled "Don't worry. Let's just get you back to the others"

"Nikolai!" Sigma ran up to nikolai and hugged him. "I'm.. I'm just so happy you're okay.. I couldn't believe my eyes when you jumped out of the window.. I thought I lost you forever!" Sigma was so relieved and at peace knowing that Nikolai was alive and well. Nikolai smiled. "So you were the one that sent Chuuya to save me?" Nikolai looked over to the place Chuuya stood in, but he had already left. "No, it was Fyodor" Nikolai glanced quickly at Fyodor, who wasn't paying attention to him at all "Fyodor wanted to save me.." Nikolai thought to himself "He wanted me to live?!" He was confused. It didn't make sense! Fyodor hated him! Why would he ever save Nikolai? Could that mean Fyodor loved him after all? "Let's head back to the Sky Casino" Sigma beckoned Nikolai to follow him and the three of them started making their way back to the Sky Casino.

When they arrived in the Sky Casino, Fyodor told Nikolai to follow him into his office. Fyodor closed the door and approached Nikolai. "Nikolai.." Fyodor smiled gently and put his hand on Nikolai’s shoulder. Then suddenly, he sharply raised his hand and slapped Nikolai across. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Nikolai flinched and muttered "I.. I wanted to see how you'd react..!" Fyodor slapped Nikolai again "See how I‘d react?! Are you insane?! No one in their right mind does something like that! Just for a reaction you wouldn’t even be able to witness?! What part of ‘I hate you’ don‘t you understand?!?" Sigma carefully walked into Fyodor's office as well. Nikolai felt completely deceived and started shouting out of anger "WHY DID YOU SAVE ME THEN, HUH?!" Fyodor stared at Nikolai with a vicious, deadly look in his eyes as he started protesting and shouting at Fyodor. "TELL ME!" Nikolai saw Sigma from the corner of his eye and turned towards him "Sigma.. why did Fyodor save me?" Sigma looked down to the ground. Nikolai sighed and turned back towards Fyodor. "I see. It's all for that stupid plan of yours.. the only thing you see in me is a tool you'll just discard once it doesn't benefit you anymore. Well I'm not going to help you" Nikolai used his cape to teleport himself away. "Nikolai-!" Sigma tried stopping Nikolai from leaving, but he was too slow. "How are we going to get him back, Sir?" Fyodor sighed, clearly annoyed "I'll find a way. Now leave. I need to think." Fyodor waved to the door as a signal for Sigma to leave. Sigma turned away and left the room. He was worried about what Fyodor was going to do to Nikolai.

Fyodor was thinking of ways to get Nikolai to work together with them. "Nikolai’s dumber than I thought. If he does not cooperate voluntarily, I will force him to do so. And I will use whatever it takes to carry out my plan, even if it means to torture him to death."

To be continued…

There will be part 3 don’t worry ;)

Also you can read the fic on Ao3 under the account Dead1whiteMouse

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Jared Padalecki Looks Back on ‘Walker’ Season 2 & Ahead to ‘Independence’

Until then, we have this chat with Mr. Padalecki, who offers a little bit of insight into what is coming next, as well as a lot of laughs about this past season, the show’s Independence spinoff and, of course, a certain former costar’s current (and cheeky) gig.

Sir! How is it going?!

Jared Padalecki: Oh, it’s going. I’m here. Been here, there and everywhere. I have a big birthday next month but we’re gonna be out of the country, so [Padelecki’s wife] Gen had a bunch of our friends fly in…I had a pretty overwhelming weekend of seeing friends from like my high school days, my Gilmore Girl days, my Supernatural days, my Walker days and everything in between. It was awesome.

Nice. And now you’re finished filming everything, right?

We finished about a month ago. And we don’t go back to Season 3 of Walker until August, but I think Independence — I don’t know if it’s set in stone yet — but I think it’s gonna be towards the end of next month that we start in Santa Fe.

Are you gonna back-and-forth it?

I’m gonna try and go to Santa Fe as much as I can, but you know how busy it gets with Walker in Austin during the season, so I might not be able to get out there a whole lot. I hope I do. I’m not in Independence obviously, so I don’t have to be there a whole bunch, but I’d love to be there as a producer and as a friend to the cast and crew and what-not.

It helps that Cordi has been kidnapped because you could be missing for a couple episodes while you’re down in Santa Fe

[Laughs] You know? I’ve been trying to pitch that for months now. I’m like, “Hey, maybe I don’t really resurface until like episode five.” And then I’m gonna be Instagramming me, like, from Spain, having a good old time, you know? Eating prosciutto. And then come home with my pants three sizes bigger.

Oh please, you would just sweat it all off in that Texas heat…that final shot of you guys running, I was like “Mother of God, the cruelty.”

We kinda laugh sometimes, looking at the little weather app on our iPhones and it’ll be like, “Oh, it’s only 101…but the heat index is 106!” And that was just a couple of weeks after I was in that big car accident [in Texas, when Padalecki was a passenger in a car that went over a retaining wall and into a utility pole].

Oh my God. That’s right.

And so I hadn’t really moved around and that scene had already been written long before that. So I was like, “Okay, well I’m gonna give it a shot. I haven’t moved my legs in a while but here we go.” I was really sweating and was not used to running; that was the longest I’ve gone without running in my adult life. So yeah, the sweat was real. That wasn’t makeup. [Laughs]

How are you feeling now from the accident?

I feel great, thank you. Yeah. I feel, I feel great. I was a little banged up up but got up and at it, got through the last three episodes. I probably, I dunno if I’ve really talked about this but, unbeknownst to I think a lot of the viewing audience, they had to rewrite a lot of the scenes in episodes 19 and 20 because I couldn’t film for a couple of weeks. I was kind of bedridden, so yeah. Even with episode 218, which Austin Nichols—our beloved Clint West and my dear friend—directed, they had to kind of take me outta some stuff. It was a beautiful episode and a lot of it luckily happened anyways with the hiking and climbing that Stella and Colton were doing.

You gave us a bit of a scare when Jensen revealed the news.

Yeah, I know. Jensen called me before all of that, because it happened on Easter and then he was at the New York convention the following weekend, which I was supposed to be at, too. But you know, I was on medication that makes you loopy so you don’t want to be trying to do appearances like that. And I also didn’t wanna be tweeting to people, because I don’t think I was making much sense. It might have just even been more frightening to people if I had come out and said like, “Hey, so the other day…I blah blargh blech.” [Laughs] But I am all good now.

Thank God. So you got to close out the season with another great curveball. It was like 45 minutes into the hour, and the Davidson situation is settled, so I started to think “Ok, what is happening now?” And then you give us this nice resolution and then the kidnapping twist! I did not see that coming. I was thinking you were all gonna like run up onto a body somewhere.

That would’ve been great also!

How early into Season 3 will we find out who’s got Cordi?

Very early. Certainly in the Season 3 premiere, we’ll get a glimpse of just how much trouble Cord is in, if there’s any way for him to get out or if he’s gonna need help…and how help would even get to him or find him. We find out quick, much to my chagrin. I kind of pitched that like, “Hey, maybe I’m just kidnapped for like 10 episodes and I have a really long summer.” And they’re like, “No, that’s not really gonna work. The show’s called Walker, so we’re gonna need you.” [Laughs]

Yeah, he needs to be back on duty now that Trey is becoming a Ranger.

If he chooses to follow through with it.

And Liam is becoming a rancher. So we’ll get a scruffy Keegan Allen and Jeff Pierre in uniform. You are really giving the people what they want, you understand?

Right?! [Laughs] With Trey having done so many great heroic, wonderful things, like in Season 1’s tornado and just recently in Season 2, seeing him hop outta helicopters and what-not, it’s clear that he has great skills. We did some research and there is precedent of the Department of Public Safety making allowances for [Rangers]. Usually, you have to be in the DPS for seven years before even being eligible to be a Ranger, but they have made exceptions for special circumstances. And I think we’ve all seen over the last two seasons that the character of Trey Barnett would clearly be a fantastic Ranger. And I wanna see him in the outfit. I wanna see if he can fit all those muscles into the uniform. [Laughs]

And I’m guessing Geri needed to break off things with Cordi because Odette needs to go and be pregnant?

[Laughs] Maybe? I think, outside of O’s personal situation and giving birth, the storyline just seemed to make sense that Geri—who’s been so independent for so long—would go on a personal journey of her own. Finding out that her father wasn’t really her father and that her father kind of killed her father and that she’s kind of a Davidson, but kind of a Walker, like she needs to get her head set on straight. Like when she sold the Side Step and drove off last season? Geri is kind of a lone wolf. As much a she’s loved and as much as she’s part of both the Walker and Davidson families, she is also a strong human being who just needs to reset and approach things with a clean slate. And so we’re gonna see her character take a reset, take a hard reset, and then figure out what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

Are the Davidsons sticking around?

I hope so. Obviously, we’ve seen a lot of sparks between Colton and Stella, we’ve seen Dan (Dave Annable) have redemption of sorts. And Denise and Gale have their own sort of redemption, you know. I think part of the whole [theme] of the series Walker, this one, is that no one’s perfect, right? Everyone makes mistakes and everyone can take steps to try and make things better, make things right. So I love the idea of the Davidsons sticking around and us seeing their journey to redemption.

And now Cassie…love her.

Love her. Amazing.

Ashley Reyes is so great. I wanna see you guys work more together.

Me too! And Ashley, as a human being, I just love the shit out of her. She is just an awesome young actress.When we were casting the character, we had seen God knows how many audition tapes. These days in Covid, it’s done via Zoom or you log in to watch test auditions. Finally, when we were getting towards the very end of the casting process, we had a call and they’re like, “Hey, we really like this actress. We haven’t sent her to y’all yet because she’s five-two and Jared’s six-five, but give her a look because we love her.” And so we watched her tape and we were like, ” Damn it, she’s it!” Then we had a Zoom read, Ashley, me and a bunch of the other execs and they were like, “Yep, that’s it. Let’s get her to Texas.”

She’s charming and she’s funny and she brings a nice lighthearted aspect. Ashley, along with Matt Pascua, who plays her brother, are just wonderful people, wonderful actors…they really flesh out the entire Walker world.

That’s what I really love, the way the show’s universe really did expand this season. The way we saw connections among the characters develop…Bonham (Mitch Pileggi) and Abby having that connection with the Davidsons and having that history. It’s like they could have had their own show that would’ve aired 20 years ago and this season was almost like the recap of that.

That’s an amazing way to put it. And yeah, I would watch the Bonham and Abby show, all day, every day. All they’ve been through, their acceptance of each other, their forgiveness and their frustrations. When you have actors like Mitch and Molly, you can have ’em read a phone book and it would be compelling, so what they’ve done, alongside the writers, has just been a special joy to me. And another thing, you know, watching the show in my capacity as executive producer — I’ll watch the dailies and what-not — but a lot of the scenes that take place between Bonham and Abby Walker, I’m not there on set for, you know? I’ve read the script obviously and know they’re shooting that scene that day, but I don’t see it until later when I see it on camera and I’m always like, “Holy s–t, this is good….they’re so good.”

Oh we totally ‘ship them. Now, are you ready to be the lead of a show and the executive producer of that show and launch a second show? Are you ready to juggle it all?

As you ask that question, I started profusely sweating.

Sorry!

[Laughs] No, I can’t wait. Fortunately for me, a lot of the load goes to Anna Fricke and Seamus Kevin Fahey, who’s running Independence. So I just have to kind of be there to go like, “Guys, this is badass. And guys, this is badass, too.” I can’t wait and I’m so thrilled for that cast and crew.

Kat McNamara is an absolute delight.

You know how I was mentioning before, because these days during Covid, that you can’t really cast people in person? So when you’re casting No. 1 of the call sheet, that is who’s gonna to be the person that’s there every day and that’s doing interviews on the weekends and doing photo shoots in between takes and this and that. Well, we did our research. We called other shows she had worked on, other actors she had worked with, other producers and writers and — to a person — they all just sang her praises. They were all like, “Oh my God, she’s wonderful.” And like, in that way of “Please don’t hire her because we want her,” [Laughs]

I just spoke to one of your friends, Mr. Eric Kripke over at The Boys and he said that you have an open invitation to come over and make a cameo.

No s–t! Oh my God, I would love to. I’d have to start doing some squats though so I would be ready to show my naked ass.

Yeah, how about that?! But if it’s a cameo, you probably won’t have to go that bare, but you never know with that show.

[Laughs] Well, I mean, if I’m gonna do it, I’ll have to do it right, you know? I can’t just show up and have a suit on.

You can’t let Jensen be the only one showing off his butt.

Correct. I mean they all get it, so if I’m gonna fly all the way up to Toronto, then I may as well make it count.

Exactly. Again, giving the people what they want.

[Laughs] Well, we’ll see. It’ll be my 40-year-old ass!

Tv Insider

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Writer asks 13,21, 30-what’s your favorite thing about Daryl and Carol? (I love them for the record).

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

I am terrible at planning. i'll have an overarching idea, and I'll sit at a computer and get out 3 or 4 chapters then go, 'Huh. Now what?' This is why I have so many WIPs started and so few finished. I've got to the point now where I don't like to publish unless I've finished the whole thing, as I've got several published fics with only 1 or two chapters to go that I've just lost interest in. ADHD can be a right pain in the arse.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

This chapter right here of Just Adrift of Monsters. I wrote the entire chapter completely differently, then deleted it the whole thing because it just wasn't working, and I thought it'd make more sense to have this chapter from Rick's pov, then I deleted that as well because I decided the whole premise of the chapter was just crap and madde no sense, so I rewrote this chapter as it is now , still from Rick's pov, then deleted that and rewote it again from Carl's.

I've deleted odd bits here and there after spending ages on them, but this chapter in particular - this is the one that has had more complete rewrites than anything else.

30. Ask anything!

OH MY GOD I hope you understand what a floodgate you have just opened.

What don't I love about Daryl and Carol?

Firstly Carol. She is everything, and I mean everything to me. I think any of us who have been in an abusive relationship at some point in our past can relate to her, but seeing her strength and growth is just incredible. She gives hope to so many women who have been abused that we can rise above it, that we are more than the people who have down-trodden us.

I love her sass and humour, and I love her caring nature and kindness, I love that she takes absolutely no shit, that she is capable of making the kind of decisions no one else can, that she will do anything to protect those she loves, and that despite the world going to hell around her, she stays human.

I love that she is played by Melissa McBride, a perfect, ethereal elfin princess, who is just as kind, and funny, and wonderful as the character she plays.

Daryl I love similarly, as a victim of abuse who is so much more than that. But I love how his character so wonderfully subverts traditional masculinity. Here is a man who has always had to fend for himself, he's a loner, he knows how to hunt, he's a biker, he can fight, and when you first meet him, he appears to be racist and misogynistic, just like his brother.

But he's not. Daryl is vulnerable. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He's gentle and thoughtful enough to bring a flower and a story of hope to a grieving mother. Time and again he puts his life on the line to save others. He cries at the loss of loved ones and despite not actually fathering any children, makes an excellent dad.

And as much as I love them as individuals, together they have owned my heart for about a decade

Thanks for the ask, lovely!

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20 questions for fic writers

shamelessly stolen from @sapphicsandscience <3 questions and rambly answers beneath the read more!

How many works do you have on AO3?

63.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

451,140.

I’m kind of impressed that it’s almost half a million, but also just how much I wrote in the last two years after not writing/publishing anything at all in 2021.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, Star Trek: TNG and PIC. Before that, the fandom I wrote the most for was Once Upon a Time. Everything else was just two or three fics, at least on AO3. I’ve been writing fic for decades so there are A LOT of fics and fandoms that have been lost to time. (Random shout out to Battlestar Galactica, which I wrote for back in my LiveJournal days!)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I’m going to do two sets here, because my All Years one are all OUAT fics no one cares about anymore, and I have enough fics published from this year to have a top five of 2023 so my current fandom has something to read that will make sense to them lol.

All Years

The Fire’s Found a Home in Me - my Dragon Outlaw Queen magnum opus, the one shot collection that makes up the bulk of my Flicker Beat universe that divulges in season four. Technically “unfinished” but complete since it was never intended to have a true ending.

It Happened Once… - a Evil Captain Charming crackfic that honestly has way more kudos than I expected. This one for some reason sees a lot of traction still. It was originally supposed to have a just-as-cracky sequel, but I never finished it.

A Loaded God Complex - ah, Golden Queen, my guilty pleasure OUAT ship. Set in s6, this was the start of a set of one-shots that took the romantic Golden Queen that finally blossomed in that season and ran with it. Mostly involves a lot of dark power struggles masking as sex. Aptly all titled after Fall Out Boy lyrics, if I say so myself.

Put Your Venom in Me - another Golden Queen fic, see above.

The Computation - a little Dragon Queen one-shot I did, short and sweet. Honestly surprised it’s on here, because it’s not my best work by any means.

2023

peace - my Picard/Crusher fic set directly after the epilogue in the PIC s3 finale. I was pleasantly surprised by how much attention this fic has gotten. I had suspected I would end up writing a prequel, but I never thought it’d turn into the four part series that it has. I hope everyone still enjoys it.

Mastermind - the first Star Trek: TNG fic I wrote since I was a teenager watching TNG for the first time! This was entirely thanks to my friend Jess, if I’m remembering correctly? She prompted me to rewrite the season 2 episode “Manhunt” with Beverly in it instead of Pulaski, because my favorite toxic trait of Beverly’s is her jealousy.

what could’ve been, should’ve been (you) - my PIC s3 Picard/Crusher masterpiece. I got the idea for this by the end of episode two, struggled with it as the season went on, and then finally wrangled it into something that I truly love.

in the business of misery - jealous!Beverly makes a reappearance in this s4 TNG fic that fixes QPid. Because fuck Vash, okay.

trustfall - dlfshfsl this fic. If what could’ve been, should’ve been (you) is my PIC masterpiece, I think trustfall is my TNG one. I disparage it a bit by talking as if it’s shameless smut, but honestly I’m quite proud of it as a character piece as Picard and Beverly navigate a new relationship and new dynamics across 11k of words. Set in TNG s3, post-Sarek.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I genuinely appreciate comments, because I find it quite difficult to give them myself, so as a part of trying to be better I also try to respond to comments. I’m an awkward turtle, though, so I feel like I usually end up babbling about things people probably did not care about. If I don’t babble, I usually just leave a short and sweet “thanks for reading” that I hope doesn’t come across as insincere.

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

Probably Winter Song, a OUAT fic I actually wrote for a holiday fandom advent calendar we did back in the OQ fandom. It’s a wedding fic, and smutty as is my usual, but it’s got a heavy dose of sadness. I sort of tried to make it hopeful in the end, because ending a Christmas fic with no hope felt like I was killing Christmas.

Another OUAT fic I wrote, A Spark to Ignite, was also really angsty, now that I think about it and doesn’t involve any character death (canon or otherwise). It was supposed to have a part two that fixed it but I never wrote it.

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

Oooh. I’ll be polite and not take “happiest ending” to be dirty, even though I could list SO MANY fics for that.

bound to break, my Greatest Showman AU that I wrote for Outlaw Queen (OUAT fandom, again) ends pretty cleancut happily after having some angst in the middle. And it’s technically a multi chapter fic, though it’s short lol.

I Know, I Know, I Know (I Feel the Same as You) as my Outlaw Queen college AU always makes me happy when I think about the ending.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not really. I’ve gotten some comments that were definitely unnecessary and mean-spirited, but nothing major. Truthfully, I’m not nearly a big enough deal to get hate.

9. Do you write smut?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, nothing against anyone who doesn’t, but writing smut is basically all I do. It’s what I was known for in my previous fandom. It’s the thing I find the easiest to write, and secretly I suffer from a lot of insecurity because I feel like it’s the only thing I actually write very well. For a bit, in the OUAT fandom, I felt a little like a smut jukebox and it was entirely my own fault. But I wrote a lot of fun things and ultimately I enjoy writing smut.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I definitely have in my distant fic writing past, but nothing recently. OUAT almost counts as a canon crossover, given the story of it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not really. My great network of fic writing friends have definitely provided excellent guidance and suggestions that have been enormously helpful, and that’s the closest I’ve gotten.

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

Lol I feel like this is impossible to answer? My current hyperfixation is Picard/Crusher, and that’s a ship I’ve loved for a very, very long time. So maybe it’s that. But I’ll always hold a place in my heart for Outlaw Queen and Dragon Outlaw Queen (especially for the latter, since I wrote SO MUCH of it). Adama/Roslin is my OTP from back in my LiveJournal days that will also be special to me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Funnily enough, it’s not a Star Trek one, even though that’s my current fandom. The WIP I really, really wish I had finished is Where the Burn Marks Form. I had SUCH PLANS for Dragon Outlaw Queen and Calida and got too intimidated by what I wanted to do to actually write it. Sometimes I think it’s for the best though, because I think any remaining DOQ fans might have been sad about what all was supposed to happen (though it was always supposed to have a happy ending).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Smut. Once upon a time (lol), threesomes in particular. Ironically I used to struggle a bit with writing just two people having sex after writing so much Dragon Outlaw Queen, but I find it not as difficult anymore.

Character voices. Not to brag, but something I pride myself on is getting a character’s voice right. It’s something I work very hard at, and stress a lot over, but generally feel like I succeed.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Literally anything else? You want long, detailed plotty fic? Sorry, can I interest you in a smutty one shot instead. You want something angsty? Not really my style. You want a well-plotted completely alternate universe fic? LOL please, I write fic so I don’t have to world build. Canon compliant or canon divergence or bust, baby.

I write on vibes, and I’m sure sometimes that is blatantly obvious. I have the vaguest of plans whenever I sit down to write something, and I go from there. Probably someday I should try to have actual concrete plans and not just “hmm what if i do this” vibes.

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

Lol okay let me piss off the entire Picard/Crusher fandom real quick: IN MY OPINION, it is annoying to write dialogue in another language unless it’s like… blatantly obvious what you’re saying. Very rarely is there a point to it, and it can be easily sidestepped by “blah blah blah,” he said in French. Basic phrases, sure. Pet names, have at it! Several sentences in another language?

Look I don’t speak French. If you put French in your fic, I’m having to pull out Google translate and heaven help me if it’s dirty talk, because now Google is translating “I want to fuck you,” to English from different languages (French, it’s French, I didn’t have this problem in my other fandoms). I wish if people were going to do that, they’d at least make a footnote (I would 100% be willing to find out how to format it) and!!! I think you can still use html to set it up so that when you hover over text, it gives you a little mouseover text where you can have the translation!!! That way I don’t have to one: try and scroll down to the end notes hoping for a translation and thus breaking my immersion as I scroll back up, or at least if it’s a footnote it’ll have an anchor taking me back to the sentence in question.

Sorry rant over, everyone please continue writing however you wish, I will deal. And honestly if you use the same French phrases enough I’ll learn them anyway, so it won’t matter in the long run. This absolutely is not a deal breaker for me when it comes to reading a fic, it’s just a pet peeve.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Um, probably Harry Potter but that is my long-forgotten days.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

trustfall as mentioned above for Star Trek: TNG. With trustfall, it was maybe the second or third fic I wrote for Star Trek (I mean, at least not counting back when I was in my early teens writing for it) and I really think it's just some of my best work? It's a smut fic, but I think there's really, really good character exploration in it. It easily could have just been a fic where Beverly soft dommes Jean-Luc and all you get is that final scene, but I think the build up really makes it worth it. idk idk I have a lot of feels for this fic lolol.

Wishes in the Dark for OUAT. My key party in Storybrooke fic!! aka my Awkward David fic. I think this is one of the best fics I've written, period, for a lot of the same reasons as above. It's 30k, it's got Dragon Outlaw Queen, but more importantly it's got David lusting after Regina and Mal and getting the chance to sleep with them with Snow's permission... and then also Robin joins in and David realizes some things about himself. There's a whoooole side quest of things that was supposed to happen after this story that I never wrote. It's also got some really tender Evil Charming, because I couldn't resist.

And that's all folks! Thanks for reading if you made it this far, I know I really rambled. <3

#text post #man i haven't posted on tumblr like this in forever #idk what to tag anything with lol #fic writer questions

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but-onlyforyou · 2 years

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(Is Kat from The-Kittens-Of-Vol-Tron Gotta do this on my main)

You can answer them all here or break them down how you like :3

- How did these two idiots get together?

- Who realized they had feelings first? Who said 'I love you' first?

- Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon?

- is Keith more likely to steal Lance's clothes or is Lance more likely to steal Keith's clothes?

- Fav AU for klance (or top three)

- Fav Klance headcanon (or top three)

- Would they get matching tattoos or stick with matching jewelry

- Who would propose first? Or same time?

- Fav klance fanfic (if you have one)

I may send u more if I think of some, hope your flight goes well <3

KAT TY FOR ASKING ILY!!! my flights went pretty well, but dear god am i stiffer than a fucking plank of wood. aside from that, i could honestly talk for hours about these two for hours. days. weeks. i can't shut up about them. it's a curse that will be gleefully shared with everyone now 💖

1. i don't have one specific point in their timeline where i think they get together, but i am SUCH a sucker for it starting with a spur-of-the-moment kiss, messy but impossibly honest! a product of an overflowing heart and thoughts that always orbit frustratingly and undeniably around the other!! i'm sitting here sighing dreamily over the thought of wide eyes and tingling lips, the clumsy confessions that tumble out afterward and the rush of realizing the feeling is mutual. they're SO in love! (they always have been!!)

2. okay. OKAY THE ANSWER IS TECHNICALLY BOTH BC I LIKE READING BOTH SIDES OF THIS, BUT. for today, my answer is: keith realizes his feelings first bc lance's middle name is comphet. he only dreamt of kissing keith, his RIVAL, because sickman-what's-his-name-freud cursed his dick for making that one joke about eating oedi-pussy (pidge proceeds to threaten to clobber him for not even remembering the scientist's name if he was gonna blame him for something as stupid and scientifically impossible as dick-cursing). but once lance realizes his feelings and they get together, he'd absolutely say "i love you" first. he would say it so often that he jokes about wearing it out, but keith would softly smile at him every time. he could never get tired of hearing lance say it.

3. hehehe. >:3c kosmo is the biggest spoon, they draw straws to see who gets to wake up with all that wolf fur on their back-- (jk, i'm weak for lance simply being Held. i don't care if i headcanon him taller, he deserves to be embraced.)

4. see, lance STEALS the clothes. it is a vicious, premeditated act of flagrant theft. he shows NO remorse and thinks the irritated growl keith uses to (fruitlessly) hide his furious blush is the sexiest thing known to man. keith, on the other hand, is prone to dressing in a fugue state. if he just happens to ACCIDENTALLY acquire articles of his boyfriend's clothing? well, that's lance's problem! if keith just so happens to reap the (completely unintentional) rewards, good for him!

5. i've never read a good one but i like roleswaps or personality swaps!! (the personality swap rewrite of the pilot sitting 90% complete in my google drive doesn't count because it is, according to my expert opinion, not very good either!) bodyswaps are pretty fun too, and ngl i'm weak for whatever the hell that lovebug au stuff i see on ao3 is.

6. my favourite headcanon (BESIDES the fact that they've been mutually pining since, like, season one) is that a part of the other just lives absolutely rent free in their heads. not in an especially romantic sense or anything, they just think of each other often, and it's as common and unextraordinary as breathing. for keith, he can't see rain without thinking of lance and how he mentioned he missed splashing in puddles. childlike joy and simple wonder are LANCE things, and whenever keith feels them for himself, he feels closer to lance because of it. for lance, keith really does just live in his head. he starts off as an envious idol for his own success during their garrison days, but he later grows into something like a guiding light: after all, how could lance ever lose himself if he's managed to better himself enough to stay at keith's side? (also lance is taller and keith is either half galra or half vietnamese, depending on the au. i make the rules!)

7. (trying SO hard not to say matching jewelry bc, ffxiv tangent warning, my wolship has a matched set of not-quite-promise rings as their Thing) klance with matching tattoos just feels right to me. like yes, they absolutely do the thing where they wear their wedding rings on chains around their necks at least once and yes, the rings are technically matching jewelry, but. tattoos. they're THERE, in each other's skin, etched there and reverently kept despite the all pain it took to make it that far. they're a part of each other!!! intrinsic and inseparable!!!!

8. LOCAL IDIOT BOYFRIENDS END UP WITH TWO PAIRS OF ENGAGEMENT RINGS AT THE SAME TIME BC THEY BOTH THOUGHT THEY HAD THE SMART AND ORIGINAL IDEA TO PROPOSE FIRST (NOT CLICKBAIT)

9. absolutely exposing myself on main here but who cares, stan unacceptable behaviour by wyverning (also not to be vain but my ao3 bookmarks are a work of art. like yeah, i'm unhinged in the comments, but i am also incredibly hilarious, actually)

wow....kinda cringe how much i had to say.....anyway stan klance 💙❤️

#ask++#ramble++#otp: the lance that's always got my back #sorry for not being able to shut up about klance....but am i REALLY sorry????#klance #i guess

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prosperdemeter2 · 9 months

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So I feel a little dumb because it just clicked that you were the same person who wrote the Rewrite series, Day by Day series, No one knew series etc etc. I have no idea why it never clicked before lol. I’ve read them all, some a few times, left comments on them, I even mentioned how Rewrite was my now top 3 favorite buddie fics on Ao3 on one of the chapters. Obviously read the author name on them all, but still never actually connected the dots until the bts on day by day series I just read ☠️ so now that it has connected I can easily say your my top 3 favorite buddie authors as well!

Anywho, can I humbly submit for day by day either a pov change for Adriana during her and Eddie’s big fight (either the hospital after the accident or his backyard ) or bts of your favorite part in the Day by Day series. Or if I can be greedy and ask for both I will 😅😂 otherwise I am perfectly fine with which ever option you decide to go with!

Oh my god, don’t feel dumb at all. You’re so sweet and I’m so happy you enjoyed all of those series so far! It means so much that you’ve read them and taken the time to comment and the time to bring it up and follow and engage here! I can’t thank you enough for that. It’s crazy to think that people my like my writing that much.

I really wish I had the energy to give you both tonight gosh sufhsdfh. I hope a BTS is enough? I just finished a run after working and I have dinner on so I figured this is the perfect time to try and answer this. 🙂

This argument. This argument! I wasn’t sure which big argument you would prefer so I’m going to go into the one at the hospital because oh my gooooooood I had some lines in that that I absolutely broke myself writing. It’s directly after the Sunday scene of Buck and Eddie’s fight which I wish I could say I did on purpose but really it just ended up being there. I remember sitting on my couch writing it at, like, ten at night when I had work the next day and this being when I realized that I really needed to make this two parts instead of one. That being said, let’s dive into it.

The entire time Adriana was at the hospital, she very clearly had a one track mind. And, like Eddie, I wanted us to sort of rationalize it. Her kids had just been in an accident - it makes sense that she would be more worried about them than she would be about anyone else. And it’s important to note, in my opinion, that Adriana wasn’t really forgetting Buck was there out of malice. Her mind literally didn’t go there. It was very much centered around her children, the same way Eddie’s would have been if Chris was in the accident. And Eddie, before the accident, very much falls into this… role that he’s always been placed in with Adriana and Sophia and rushes to comfort her even when he needs comfort himself. He’s the big brother, it’s what he does.

But he’s clearly not thinking straight. He saw Buck at the scene, he knows how bad he was. Eddie can conceptualize everything that’s happening with the doctors and that them having no news is, for the moment, good news because it means they’re still working. He’s not worried about Henry or Liana and Vince. He was at the scene with them, he knows they’re, for the most part, fine.

Their argument starts with a misunderstanding and it’s during that confrontation of it that Eddie realizes that Adriana, visibly, doesn’t care at all about the man that saved her children. Adriana dragged him outside to have the confrontation because, like Eddie, she doesn’t like to argue around her children. They were raised in a house where their parents fought loud and they fought long, they’re both products of the same upbringing they just… internalized what happened differently.

“So you lied.” Adriana set her jaw and glared in his direction. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie to you!”

“You did!”

Realization was like dawn breaking. He froze, his eyes searching for some clue on her that told him he was wrong. Adriana wasn’t selfish, not like this. Perhaps she was worried, and that worry was clouding her judgment.

But Eddie was so tired of being rational with her. He was so tired of having a thought out, restrained response to whenever Adriana said or did something wrong. He was tired, he was frustrated, and Eddie was very much clouded with fear and worry himself and so he threw rationalization out of the window. “No estaba hablando de Vince.” He said with gritted teeth.

This right here is a big changing point in this series. So far, Eddie has been very passive in how he’s stood up to his family. He left Christmas dinner, he told Adriana to leave, etc. But this frustration had been building up and it all exploded due to a number of reasons, the main one being stress. He’s not okay. His boyfriend isn’t okay. Eddie doesn’t know how to handle being the one on the outside waiting for news that everything is going to go back to normal. And he snaps, the same way we’ve seen Eddie do in canon, only he snaps verbally instead of with physical altercations (re: fight club, baseball bat). And Adriana? She’s not used to it.

She’s the sort to bait Eddie into a fight but then quickly back down when he decides to fight back. It’s not necessarily that Eddie is passive, more that he doesn’t really see the point in arguing so he ends it before it can really begin by just… walking away. So the moment he snaps back at her, Adriana recoils and tries to fix the situation.

“What?” She shook her head. “No, whatever, it doesn’t matter. Vince is fine, Liana is getting a cast -.”

And the next part, oh my god, had I been dreaming about adding in the next part for weeks.

“I don’t care!” A couple passing by halted, stunned by the crack in his voice. Eddie didn’t yell, as a rule of thumb he didn’t yell. Buck didn’t like it, Chris didn’t like it, Eddie didn’t like it. Yelling didn’t solve a problem. But yell he did, and it ripped out of him like a rawr, Adriana flinching back like he had shot a gun in her face. “I don’t care that Liana is getting a cast! I don’t care that Vince is fine!”

Adriana pulled herself together quickly, though, far too used to trading him blow for blow. They used to argue all the time when they were children, about stupid things and about meaningful things and about everything in between. It was a side effect of their age, or maybe Eddie had always disliked her the way she disliked him. “You don’t care about your family?” She asked with her chin held high and her eyes flashing in danger. She stepped closer and Eddie didn’t step back, tilting his chin to stare almost defiantly back in her direction.

“I care about my family!” He was on the verge of tears, he realized, the sting pulling at his eyes like bees. He swallowed them down. Adriana used to make fun of Sophia when she cried when she was angry - crying when you yell really ruins the effect, she had teased. It had just made Sophia cry more. “My family is in there -.”

"Your family is Vince and Liana!”

“My family is Buck!”

Adriana has a lot of gumption. She’s got a lot of gall. And she’s never really had Eddie fight back with her and, if he did, it was never in this manner. He didn’t like yelling and so he usually didn’t do it. She wasn’t used to Eddie getting on her level.

Moreover, it’s got to sting, right? To have someone yell at you and say they don’t care? Especially when you’re trying to scold them? Adriana was embarrassed, but she was also floored. Eddie is trying very hard to hold on before this, but Adriana confronting him and not accepting his very understandable mistake and, once again, overlooking Buck’s place in his life, sends him over the edge.

I can’t tell you the amount of times someone has confronted me with something and I’ve had to think about things logically even when I didn’t want to. Where I had to put their emotions ahead of my own even if the situation involved me. I figure Eddie, in this series and in canon, is much the same. So him shouting I don’t care isn’t because he doesn’t actually care that Adriana is worried, it’s that he doesn’t care that she’s angry. He doesn’t care that he accidentally upset her. He’s upset, he’s been on the verge of breaking down since walking into that hospital and, like Sophia points out, it’s bringing up a lot of memories he’d rather keep buried. So he doesn’t care. Because Adriana’s family is going to be fine. Eddie’s family might not ever come back home.

“You know the guy that was driving the car?” Eddie moved so that he was in her way, forcing her gaze onto his. Her eyes were swimming with tears but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. Even if he wanted to. The words poured out of him like someone had pulled a stopper from his throat. “I told you not to ask him. And you still did. And because he thinks he’s not worth anything if he’s not useful he agreed. Because he wants you to like him.”

“I never -.”

“Shut! Up!”

Adriana’s mouth hung open, like his rage had stolen her breath. “You have been terrible to us since you found out. And I don’t know what it is, Adri, I really don’t but Buck has done nothing to deserve this… this… disregard from you.”

“I didn’t think -.”

“No!” He swiped his hand through the air. “I don’t care what you thought or what you didn’t think! He is in there dying because you didn’t think!”

“That’s not fair!” Adriana countered. “I wasn’t driving that car!”

“He was only in the car because you asked!”

“He agreed -!”

“Will you stop justifying yourself!” A tear trickled down his cheek without his notice and Eddie swiped it away with a vicious fist. Adriana tracked it with wide, watery eyes, her bottom lip quivering. “I don’t care that mami and papi thought I was the perfect kid. I don’t care that you hate me now. I don’t care that your kid has a broken arm or that your husband is okay. I don’t care that you asked him and he agreed. I don’t care because we got into a goddamn fight this morning because he was worried about your kids. Because he is in there fighting for his life and you don’t have the decency to ask how he is.”

Adriana doubles down. She’s not used to being the one to say I’m sorry. Usually Eddie will give in first just to stop the argument, or Sophia or Helena would come in to smooth over the edges. She even thinks about it, for a moment, when people start coming outside. She even feels guilty when she realizes Eddie’s crying. Goading someone into an argument doesn’t feel nearly as much as fun as it could when the person starts yelling back, and they’re actually making a point.

But this is a big moment for Eddie. He’s never argued back with her. She’s been rude and she’s been entitled. She’s shouted things at him and she hasn’t respected him, his relationship, or his authority in his own house. As much as it hurts to have his pain so visible, it’s such a big step from him hiding it inside just to explode outwards later.

And it all cumulates in the next part:

“It’s not about the fucking car!” Her shoulders jumped. “Buck had a seizure when we got here. He didn’t know where the fuck he was at the scene. And he still made sure your kids got out of the car safe.” Her own tear blinked out of her eyes, trailing down her cheek and curling over her chin to drip onto the collar of her shirt. “I need you to get something, Adriana.” She didn’t look at him but fine, fine, Eddie would tell her his terms anyway. “I don’t care if he’s okay or not, you’re done.”

“What?” Her question was small, her eyes flipping open to finally meet his own.

“You’re done.” Eddie said around a sardonic laugh, shrugging as though the words were stabbing him in the heart. “I’m done. We’re done. I don’t… I love you so much. But I can’t do this anymore.”

“Eddie -.”

“No! You did this to Shannon. You’ve done this to Buck. I deserve better than this.”

Eddie is rightfully enraged on Buck’s behalf but it’s important to note that he’s mostly hurt on his own. Adriana is his sister. He always believed that, if he needed her, Adriana would put aside their differences and be there for him - largely because he’d do that for her without ever being asked. But he’s come to realize the thing that he always feared to be true - Adriana doesn’t extend him the same kindness and she never will. So while the backdrop of this entire thing is this horrible accident and this gripping fear for whether Buck would be okay or not… the main theme is learning to let go of someone you love. Mourning someone who hasn’t died. Making the decision that you deserve better than the way you’ve been treated.

Adriana doesn’t even believe him at first - she actually needs to hear it for a second time later on in the chapter for it to really sink in for her that Eddie’s not playing around but setting a hard boundary in place with her

Deciding to leave a family member is incredibly difficult and I haven’t met one person who has gone no-contact with a family member that would tell you that it’s easy. But sometimes it’s necessary.

#ask tag #buddie #day by day

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