#I also accidentally grew a tomato

[vivenecii]

I had a social media hiatus for some months and today I suddenly decided that it's over. Yes, only because I wanted to share some drawings of Crowley. Who's my "I own a lot of plants and I will be very dramatic about every single leaf spot" buddy.

I'm planning to be more active on tumblr now, since twitter and instagram turned out to be disappointments. And the season two of Good Omens is coming, there's a chance it'll inspire me to draw more.

Some things looks woobly and off, but that's purely my fault, I didn't draw anything for months and obviously I didn't suddenly get the proportions right without practicing. Now I can only do better.

#good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #david tennant #fanart #digital #also my 30 plants are thriving #mind you #I also accidentally grew a tomato

[pinkhoneydrop]

The Pickle Theory

[ A/n ] - something quick i thought about after i saw a video of Harry saying he likes pickels lol

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!

[ Genre ] - fluff

[ Masterlist ]

One Saturday a month you and Harry spend the entire night on the couch in your apartment watching A random show. This month you decided on a romcom. You also switch off on who makes dinner. Tonight, Harry made his “famous” sandwiches. How are they “famous” you ask? He never tells you and you always laugh because they just taste like regular sandwiches. But how could you say that to him? He’s so sweet when he announces it from your kitchen. The sound of the fridge opening and closing in the background as you flip through Netflix.

“You’re so cute when you do that.” Harry’s laugh filled the air as you looked down at your sandwich. Two slices of bread, two slices of chicken, some lettuce, a slice of tomato and pickles. You made a face as you adjusted the plate in your lap and set the food down.

“Do what? What did I do?” Your expression morphed quickly at his statement. Harry just continued to laugh as you looked to him to continue. Nothing more was said and after a few more attempts you gave up going back to your sandwich. Harry watched with a cheeky smile ignoring the movie playing in the background.

First you open it, inspecting the contents and then moving about the insides. Methodically lifting lettuce and moving the meat slices to get to the culprit of your dissection. Your nose scrunched up and you took the green bits between your fingers and set them aside.

“That, you made that face when you tasted the pickle. Little nose goes all scrunched and you frown, s’cute.” Harry spoke between bites as you removed the pickles from the other side as well. Peering at him through your peripheral vision you uncrunched your nose and sighed.

“What’s so cute about how I feel about sour bits in my sandwich?” You were dead serious. You’ve had an aversion to them since you were small and never grew out of it. To you there was nothing worse than a giant pile of pickles on a sandwich. Or even when they get wedged beside a burger. The odd part is that Harry knows this about you. So why would he put a pickle on your sandwich anyway?

“Nasty little things.” You shut the sandwich and took a big bite to punctuate the thought. Harry smiled and reached over. His fingers pulled them from your plate and put them onto his own. He basked in your distaste and reveled in your discovery.

“Well, I like the nasty little things just fine.” A flat smile lined his lips as you stared at him. Your eyes followed as he copied you in reverse and added the sour slices to his sandwich. Shaking your head, you took a sip of your shared drink. Another couple tradition the two of you started.

“We know you like them. But why are they on my sandwich?” You grumbled playfully as you looked up at him with your sandwich gripped in one hand.

Harry chuckled to himself again.

“Know you did it on purpose.”  You mumbled into a straw you placed at your lips before taking another sip of the drink. With a soft roll of his eyes Harry watched you drink more.

“Stop hogging the lemonade.” Harry made a playful frown and reached for the cup before you finished causing dribbles of juice to land on your chin.

“Y’know you do that a lot.” He started as he set the cup down.

“What? Hog the drinks we’re supposed share.” You laugh while wiping the droplets off your face. Harry shook his head before he replied.

“Take the pickles off of everything. Why don’t you just tell people to leave them off.”

“We’ll, I don’t like them, but I know you do. that’s why I get them.” You looked at him and smiled. You wondered to yourself how many times he’s caught you making that face when you accidentally eat one. The thought makes heat rise to your cheeks. You weren’t kidding when you said you get them because he likes them. You’ve been doing that since your first date. Harry just looked at you as you smiled at him.

“That’s why I did it. Were like Marshall and Lily, it’s what makes us a good match.” He spoke smoothly and sat back further into the couch. You nodded doing the same with a smirk on your lips. So that’s where he got this idea from. The fucking olives from How I Met Your Mother. The two of you binged a few episodes that month.

“Never letting you watch How I Met Your Mother, ever again.” You joked and took the cup of lemonade for yourself.  While his idea was a little far-fetched being that it’s supposed to be about olives not pickles, some part of it felt like it could be true. Something so insignificant as sharing a pickle on a sandwich bringing people together.

“Yeah, yeah just finish your sandwich. Slaved in the kitchen to bring you high quality meals.” Harry raised his brow dramatically and his dramatics almost rivaled that of the actors on the screen.

“Oh hush, you’re lucky I like you.”

“And you’re lucky I like pickles.”

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles x black!reader #hslot 2023 #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x reader smut #harry styles x y/n #harrys house #one shot #fanfic

[soldat-buck]

holy shit you guys, look, there's more.

bg3 culinary headcanons: Absolute Edition

- Minthara: would accidentally fit in as the Addams Family home chef (and be angry about it). Gomez would praise her assassination attempts which flusters her (internally) because she's cooking with the normal amount of poisonous mushroom and not an attempted murder amount (and also she would hate loud, in-your-face-chaotic Gomez SO MUCH. if she wanted him dead, he would be dead, do not insult her assassinating abilities). makes the coolest Halloween party food until you realize it's not fun, spooky-mimicry decoration, those are real black widows on those cupcakes (what? they're venom and merlot flavored) (she used cricket flour, too). you don't know where she gets the "red" for her red velvet cakes, but you *do* know that ignorance is bliss and this is a pretty bitchin' birthday cake, so don't think too hard and just eat it

- Dark Urge (pre-game/embrace): slaughterhouse nightmare aesthetic - chef's apron is leather and something more appropriate for blacksmithing, there are way too many cleavers around (why in the blue fuck is there a meat hook over a drain in the floor?). some people watch tv when they cook. some listen to music, podcasts, or nothing. Durge listens to the Toy Box killer kidnapping tape (not to be mixed up with the (not safe for LIFE) Tool Box killers torture tape. that one is for relaxing baths). watches Dahmer documentaries for culinary inspiration. Hannibal Lecter would find most Durge dishes tasteless and over the top.

- Ketheric: listen, he didn't want me to tell you this [so you did NOT hear it from me], but he actually doesn't eat. he has a symbiotic relationship with the bacteria and fungus that keep his body animated and undying (they're why his blood is black). he consumes rotten things to keep his corpse puppet fungus happy and the corpse puppet fungus allows him to keep his consciousness/sentience and keep serving Myrkul. Myrkul's cool with it, as long as his bidding continues to get done

- Orin: Martha Stewart would have a nervous breakdown upon entering Orin's kitchen. the average person would consider Orin's cooking to be a hate crime. if someone doesn't vomit uncontrollably upon first sight, she considers it an insult (she grew up with a gross misunderstanding of what a Roman vomitorium is). her spaghetti and meatballs is wrapping a handful of uncooked noodles in unseasoned ground meat (she neither knows nor cares whether it's fish or chicken or cow. meat is meat), then baking it in a casserole dish sprinkled with still-condensed tomato soup from a can. Midwestern casserole cooking brought to you by Hell. doesn't use salt because she finds it too spicy. she has an entire pantry section for savory jello

- Gortash: culinary techbro. kitchen is spilling over with unitasker gadgets ("and THIS contraption evenly distributes heat for the perfect boiled egg! what do you mean 'what else does it do'. it boils eggs perfectly i already told you, why the fuck weren't you listening"), and the most stupid, overengineered 'smart' devices ("no no no, you don't understand, this is so helpful. the fork connects to the plate to measure the temperature of the food, and then the plate changes color to warn me if it's too hot, and then i don't burn my tongue, because i really hate that"). despite all of the pricey kitchen shit that he keeps buying, he's skilled at making exactly one dish: microwaved Totino's pizza rolls

(i'm sorry if Gortash is out of character; my brain replaced his voice with John Oliver's and won't put the original back)

if you want more bg3 culinary headcanons, there's also: the Companion Edition

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[kimbap-r0ll]

can you write some headcanons where Fem!reader has triplet siblings that is twisted from Huey, Dewey, and Louie? (Ducktales 2017) dislike their lover due to past overblots? So they ended up doing pranks while Fem!reader scolded them for being mean (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil pls)

Wait, that's kind of adorable, like having siblings that are low-key protective of their older sister but like are also chaotic? Thanks for the ask!

Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil x fem!reader who has Ducktales!siblings

Riddle

So, it looks like he would hate children, especially if their rowdy, but I feel like he has a soft spot for them because he honestly just wants to see kids happy (he didn't have a great childhood, so he'd rather try to help kids have a good time when their younger). The same can be said for his reaction towards your younger siblings, he's much less strict on them than he is to his own dorm, but that doesn't mean your siblings weren't scared of him

They probably asked him if he was going to "off their heads" or were like "are you scary?" They might've tried brawling him after finding out he accidentally hurt you haha. Nonetheless he might've joked with them that he could use magic on them but that scared one of them too much he just never did that again haha

He really thinks that they're adorable but sometimes he does get annoyed by them if they're too rowdy. He'll give them a curt "cut it out" but won't actually yell at them. He's apparently fine with yelling at students but when it comes to little kids he can't bring himself to do it

Thinks it's kind of funny how they're a bit overprotective of their older sister but also is a little saddened that his overblot is causing a bit of a difficulty between him and your family. However, he's hopeful that they'll look beyond just the horrors overblots do and learn Riddle has accepted his mistakes and grew from that experience.

Overall, I feel like as long as they aren't too loud around him he won't really mind them. They might grow to like him because he's good at listening and can offer help when they need it for homework. Will they call him tomato-face because they've seen him get angry or flustered? Yes. Will it cause them to be chased around the house for a bit by him when he visits? Why not.

Leona

Hates children, but this time for real...or does he? He's shown to be annoyed with Cheka and can't stand being around little balls of energy, but I feel like he too has a soft spot for kids. He hates having to babysit them, but the kids love him

When he met your siblings for the first time, they probably thought he was a little scary. Not to mention they knew about his overblot, they were scared to shake his hand at first. He's also a lion, so if he playfully makes a bad joke about him eating people they might run off screaming at you to not marry him lmaoo

They definitely love pulling pranks on him because while he's extremely good at coming up with devious plans, he's also kind of gullible. He might see through one trick but miss half of it. For example, Leona was led outside of the house and he saw the hole that they dug right in front of where he was about to step. Leona will then joke that he saw it coming, but what he didn't see was the other two siblings with a large bucket of water on the roof, ready to pour it on the poor guy

Leona's really relaxed, which is another reason your siblings will grow to like him. If you tell them to stay in because it's raining, Leona might make an excuse to bring them outside and play with them for a while. He's extremely lazy, but for some reason he wants the siblings to also have fun

Overall, he will first try to be unapproachable but will grow to be their favorite person. They're overprotective of you but will end up pushing you to marry him haha. I think Leona would sleep in all day after running around with the siblings the day before, but no worries since your siblings can go play with Cheka.

Azul

He probably doesn't hate children but doesn't really like them either. He definitely doesn't like them being messy and tries to keep himself from getting in any form of mud, but that doesn't mean he won't go meet them when you ask.

Didn't want your siblings to know about his past with the contracts and everything related to it since it makes him look like a bad person (he knows it too, but at the same time he's kinda proud of it lol). His lack of confidence also doesn't help him, he thinks your family will hate him because of who he is. When your siblings at first are a little afraid of him because of his past overblot, he can't help feel a little saddened and he might quickly walk away to his room if it gets worse.

You need to remind him that they're just kids, and if anything they'll grow to like Azul, which is true. He turns out to be an amazing chef, and the kids absolutely love that. Not to mention the absolute amount of knowledge this guy has, the kids never seem to be bored of Azul talking. They also love pulling pranks on Azul because he's kinda gullible too, but honestly I feel like Azul wouldn't mind that much since he knows it's just kids being kids

Surprisingly good moral support for your siblings. He can't stand watching kids stress out because of their mistakes or because of who they are. He tries to keep their confidence up and honestly gives great support. It's really heartwarming

Overall I feel like he wouldn't love running around with them or doing anything that involves heights, but that doesn't mean he hates them. He hopes that your family will accept him for who he is, and honestly the siblings definitely think that he's not who he was when he overblotted, but they do call him a nerd as a joke

Jamil

He's tired of kids. He's had to babysit for so long that it honestly wears him out even thinking about children. However, he tries his best to not think about his fatigue when he's around your siblings since a part of him also wants to help kids be safe and overall be healthy both mentally and physically.

Your siblings might have heard he's extremely powerful and that it would mean he could curse them. The way Jamil talks is also very blunt, which might intimidate them at first. In the beginning, they might've stared at him from far away and then ran off when he caught them looking at him. You might scold them for this behavior, but he says not to worry since he literally doesn't care.

He's sadly not really the type to play with them when they ask him to run around outside or play tag. However, when they ask him to play basketball, for some reason only that and a few other less chaotic tasks, he's completely fine. If they request he not go easy on them, expect them to be running to you with a "WHY IS YOUR BOYFRIEND LITERALLY AN ATHLETE." It's also a way for him to get back at them for doing pranks on him lolll

They want him to cook every time he comes by. You tell them to keep their manners in check and that he's not their personal chef, but he says he doesn't mind. They like watching him, like getting on their toes and staring at the kitchen island haha. They especially think his work with the knife is really skilled, like he'll be cutting things so fast they can't see the blade haha

Jamil was probably a little worried at first about his first impressions. More than just the overblot, Jamil feels like because of his social class back in his hometown, it might effect him and your family's relationship. However, the way your siblings welcome him and the way that they keep asking when you two are moving in together makes him feel a little relieved

Vil

Also someone that isn't the biggest fan of children, Vil didn't really want to meet your siblings at first. He knew he would have to meet them, but he didn't want to meet them until he felt like he was fully prepared to meet three hyper and chaotic little gremlins haha

They know who he is, which is something that was always in the back of his mind. They know that he always plays the villain but also that he overblotted. It worried him that your siblings would only see him as the villains he acted as, and at first the way they were staring at him from afar made him think that they didn't want him around. However, after a few more meetups, they soon relax around him

He's pretty s children too, but he won't yell at them. He worked in the film and theater industry really young, and he doesn't want kids to go through that level of stress. This mindset might be the reason why he never actually gets angry at them, though he might get annoyed and move from the living room to the guest bedroom. He's also a frequent victim to their pranks, which he hates and has scared them off a few times. You scolding them along with him scolding them probably made them cry a few times ://

Because of his career in acting, he's probably really good at reading books with so much emotion and drama. They love it when he reads them stories because he can somehow bring all the characters from the pages alive, so expect to see them huddled around him as he's reading from a pile of books. It's really wholesome

Overall he knows that he's strict but he knows he won't be changing that part of him anytime soon. Vil's honestly glad that your siblings grew to like him since he's so used to kids being scared of him haha.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #anon ask #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst riddle #twst riddle x reader #twst leona #twst leona x reader #twst azul #twst azul x reader #twst jamil #twst jamil x reader #twst vil #twst vil x reader #fem!reader

[mj-iza-writer]

Caretaker heard the coughing, he knew that cough.

The cough Whumpee would desperately hide from him, but couldn't, especially when they gasped for breath after every coughing fit they had.

Caretaker grabbed his kettle and started to fix his tea.

Whumpee came down fully dressed and ready for the day.

"Oh, where are you going?", Caretaker faked a smile, "or should I ask where you think you're going?"

"Oh um, I had plans with you", Whumpee looked up pleadfully.

"Yes, and you still do, but the original plans are going to be rescheduled", Caretaker pulled the kettle off the stove as the hum got louder.

Whumpee looked up sadly, "Wh-what do you mean?", Whumpee talked with a rough voice, trying to hide a cough in their throat.

"Whumpee you've been hacking all night", Caretaker rolled his eyes, "and I know you're trying to cover it up, but you can't hide that."

Whumpee looked down.

"You need to rest today. Please go put on your pajamas or something comfortable", Caretaker poured two cups of hot water, "then come back down for tea."

Whumpee finally let their cough out, "I'm sorry Caretaker", they started to turn.

"Nothing to be sorry for, I'm sure you didn't ask to be sick", Caretaker smiled, "we can plan our day again when we aren't sick."

Whumpee nodded, then went up to get changed.

Caretaker set up the tea and smiled as Whumpee entered the room.

"Okay, this should help a little, I'll start breakfast and get some medicine in you", Caretaker watched Whumpee take a few sips of the tea, "I'll have you rest though out today, so you can do whatever, as long as you're resting. You need to sleep as well, so don't feel bad if you get tired" Caretaker hid a smile as he took a drink.

After breakfast Whumpee sat on the couch with a book. It wasn't long after they started to feel drowsy.

Caretaker came in to check on them.

"Hey I'm feeling really tired all of a sudden", Whumpee looked at Caretaker with droopy eyes, "did you accidentally give me something that would make me tired."

"It wasn't accidental. Your tea was my cold and flu sleepy tea", Caretaker smiled, "I heard you coughing all night, and that means you weren't sleeping. I know you enjoy going long periods without sleep, but you need to get better."

Whumpee's jaw dropped, "Caretaker, you drugged me."

"I guess you could say that", Caretaker grinned, "don't worry, I have your favorite meal planned for lunch to make up for it."

Whumpee shook their head but couldn't hide a smile, Caretaker was lucky they trusted him.

Caretaker helped Whumpee lay down and covered them up.

"I... can't... believe... how good... that..stuff works", Whumpee struggled to keep their eyes open.

Caretaker knelt down, "yes, it definitely works very well", Caretaker smiled and played with Whumpee hair, "do you want to hear about lunch?"

Whumpee weakly nodded to tired to talk now.

"I just ordered groceries and medicine to be delivered. I bought Rye bread and mozzarella cheese. I also bought tomatoe soup. So I'm making your favorite, grilled cheese and a side of soup because you like to dip. I'll also put some shredded cheese in the soup to make it even better", Caretaker started to whisper as Whumpee's blinking grew slower and slower.

Whumpee opened their eyes a final time and grinned at Caretaker.

"Go ahead and get some rest", Caretaker reached for the book Whumpee was cuddling, and made sure to bookmark it. He watched Whumpee's eyes close one last time.

Caretaker played with Whumpee's hair for a few more minutes before getting up.

Whumpee's breathing had settled now, they were already heavily sleeping.

Caretaker smiled as they sat down across from them, "get well soon Whumpee."

Brought to you by me not feeling well the last few days. Funny story I was drinking Cold and Flu PM (night time) tea at work, and I would get super drowsy. I thought they just used more calming leaves to help you relax, but no, that stuff knocks you out. I was at work floating on clouds. I'm getting better though, so that's nice. I hope you enjoyed the story. -MJ

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[99corentine]

Questions copied and pasted from the message I sent.

Were there any major things that changed from the initial direction you were going to take the fic in? Were there any scenes that you wrote in the fic that just didn't end up making the final cut? Who was your favorite character to write? Those sorts of things?

Hello tomato, thanks for your lovely message, and now this ask! Let’s see…

Were there any major things that changed from the initial direction you were going to take the fic in? 

Surprisingly little. The upside of following the existing plot of a game is that the direction of the story is already mapped out for you. I will say, when I first started writing it I had very few ideas about who Chrysanthe was, he was just a thrall-turned-paladin, more of a concept than a fleshed-out character. He grew alongside writing; all the stuff about him becoming more draconic was organic development and not especially planned.

I did spend a lot more time on non-game plot than I’d anticipated. When I wrote Hermaeus Mora attacking Chrysanthe and the subsequent stay at Frostmere Crypt that took like 10 chapters where I thought it would take like 3.

Were there any scenes that you wrote in the fic that just didn't end up making the final cut? 

A fair few, yes! Off the top of my head…

Miraak and Chrysanthe were going to have a chat about who would out-live the other, because Chry is an altmer (the lifespan of mer in elder scrolls lore is very unreliable, but I figured a few hundred years at least), but Miraak is… well, Miraak. Chry is the Last Dragonborn, which implies Miraak dies before he does. Cut because it was too depressing, tbh

There was going to be a thing near the end where Miraak helped Chry with his self-esteem by showing him exactly how highly Miraak prized him via telepathy. It was maaaybe going to lead to telepathy sex. I cut it because I wasn’t really feeling what I wrote - maybe it felt too much like ‘fixing’ Chry’s confidence issues, idk

There was a sex scene at Lakeview in which they broke the bed and Chry was mortified/Miraak was delighted by it. That was cut because it was too similar to the time he accidentally set the bed on fire

There was a whole part where Mora so relentlessly attacked them that Chry/Miraak decided to seek out the dwemer sphere Septimus Signus had (currently at the bottom of the ocean floor after Mora attacked the ice cave), on the basis that Mora wanted whatever was inside so it could be used to blackmail/bargain peace with him. It was cut because it was very long-winded and I had an Alduin-killing plot to get on with already. If I ever do write a sequel, it’ll end up in there

Clavicus Vile was going to show up again given that Chry sort of kind of struck a bargain with him. Probably an offer to help with the dwemer sphere thing above. It’s Clavicus, so this was going to go about as well as you’d expect.

Who was your favorite character to write?

Despite the story being told from Chry’s POV, Miraak was hands down my fav - he has such a distinctive voice, both stilted (‘Is it not’ instead of ‘isn’t it’, that sort of thing) and commanding (‘you will do this for me’) that makes him really fun to write. He’s also just a great mix of arrogant, forceful and imperious, but also thoughtful, hyper-competent and just devastatingly clever. I always tried to write him like the smartest person in the room - not to say that he is the smartest, of course. I'd have written parts of the story from his POV, but what does that man even think about all day? I certainly don't know.

Hope that answers your questions!

#gol hah dov #GHD asks #these were fun to answer - thank you!

[indeedcaptain]

Spirktober 2023, day 7: Air

The air prompt truly has very little to do with the plot but there are no rules. I love accidental bonding and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do

Also posted on AO3 here!

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The sadistic little countdown clock that their captors had hung on the wall was taunting Jim. Yes, five hours was plenty of time for the rest of the away team to come and find him and Spock, and he didn’t think that the Arduans --- slimy, long-tentacled creatures, with no identifiable defensive skills and a tendency towards monologuing --- were much of a match for La’an’s away team. But it didn’t help that he didn’t know what the countdown meant.

Jim and Spock sat side-by-side, backs against the white plastic walls of their cell. Spock sat cross-legged, hands resting on his knees; Jim had his legs stretched out before him, ankles crossed. It was just an eight-by-eight cube; there were no visible seams or vents, and no other distinguishing characteristics besides the countdown clock, which had ticked steadily down for the past hour. There was no sign of La’an, and the frown on Spock’s face as he stared at his tricorder screen grew deeper and deeper.

“Hey,” he said eventually. Spock shook his head. 

“What?” 

Spock lifted his hand and held it over the side of Jim’s face. There was a question in his eyes, but Jim didn’t know what it was. 

“What?” he asked again. He could tell that Spock --- whose expression had remained utterly unbothered through their whole mission until recently, even when they had beamed onto the ‘abandoned’ ship straight into the middle of a trap --- was preventing himself from rolling his eyes at Jim. Jim thought that was a little unfair. They had made an excellent team, up until they’d been surrounded by Arduans who had been displeased to find them instead of Captain Pike.

“We will run out of air in four hours. Speaking aloud will use the air we do have more quickly. Therefore, I propose we strategize via meld.” He made an elegant little movement with his hand in the space next to Jim’s face.

Ah. So that’s what the countdown was for. Jim considered what he knew about mind melds: aside from what the Vulcan High Council had provided to Starfleet when Spock joined, it was very little. He had to admit to himself, though, that he was curious about them. The Vulcans were so secretive, and he wasn’t immune to the rumors that had floated through the Academy: the concept of touch telepathy had been romanticized, sexualized, demonized, and every other -ized that he could think of. 

He nodded. What felt like static electricity sparked between Spock’s fingers and Jim’s face even before Spock settled his fingers along his psi-points. Spock whispered, “My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts.”

It felt like being struck by lightning. The room around them vanished as Jim’s mind spiraled inward, or upward. He felt Spock around him, felt surrounded by the same easy comfort he had recognized since the first time they met. His whole self was on fire, but he didn’t burn: he felt warm, genuinely warm and safe for the first time since… well, since Tarsus. 

I did not know you were on Tarsus, Spock said, and though Jim heard Spock’s usual flat tone in his head he also felt something beneath the words -- rage, grief, and an unexpected urge to protect that flared and was stifled immediately.   

Yeah, well, it’s not exactly a fun story to tell at parties. At parties, the blurry darkness around them settled, and the feeling of spiraling melted away. They stood in Captain Pike’s quarters. A pot of tomato sauce bubbled on the stove, and something aromatic was roasting in the oven. Glasses of wine and cocktails were scattered across counters and on Pike’s coffee table, but he and Spock were the only people in the room. 

Fascinating, Spock said, and none of the possessive protectiveness that had underpinned his mental-voice remained. Jim wondered if he had imagined it, in this strange in-between place. Our meldspace has taken the form of the dinner party we attended three weeks ago. 

It had been a nice party. Jim had been shadowing Una again, and when Pike heard that he would be staying for a few extra days he had put together what he called ‘nothing special’ but had become one of Jim’s favorite memories. 

Jim loved serving on the Farragut, he did, but there was something in the air on the Enterprise that filled his heart in a way that was missing on his current ship. He had friends, and respected his captain, but he had laughed more with Pike’s bridge crew the night of the party than he had in the entire previous month on his own ship. He had told and been told dirty jokes while sitting between Ortegas and Chapel, had toasted to becoming a first officer with Una, and had dried dishes for Pike while the older man told stories of their recent travels. But what he remembered most was sitting on Pike’s couch for hours next to Spock, just talking. When Chris had eventually kicked them out, they had ended up in the observatory for ‘just one more drink,’ and Jim had nursed the same subpar replicated glass of wine for an inappropriate length of time, just so the night wouldn’t end. But the night had ended, and upon his return to the Farragut he had blocked Spock’s face in the starlight from his head until he had almost convinced himself that the attraction he had felt wasn’t real. 

He shook his head, trying to clear it. When Spock looked sidelong at him, there was a subtle hint of amusement in his eyes. I enjoyed that evening as well.

Jim’s stomach dropped. How much of his emotions was Spock getting? Spock said, the amusement even more evident in his voice, There is no hiding in the meld. 

Moving on. Why fascinating? Jim said, pulling his thoughts from how much he enjoyed Spock’s company and back to Spock’s original comment. Though it may be a futile effort, he would try to keep any secret feelings secret as long as he could. 

I have melded with humans before, Spock said, looking around Pike’s room. Psi-null individuals do not have the mental fortitude necessary to shape the meldspace. I had intended to create a neutral location to prevent any unintentional harm from psychic energy. But I was not responsible for this.

Maybe we’re just on the same page. 

Perhaps, Spock mused. But regardless -

Bigger fish to fry, Jim said.

Not the phrase I would use, but accurate. 

Where is La’an? The away team?

I do not know. I had estimated the probability of them finding us before the time was up to be near 75%. But we have 3.75 hours of breathable air remaining, and I believe the most logical course of action would be a proactive one. 

Agreed. Any thoughts on how we might make our escape?

Jim received a flash of an idea - his prone body with eyes closed, Spock screaming at the walls, the Arduans entering to see what the problem was, and then a spectacular display of violence from them both - and immediately started nodding. 

I believe we are more valuable to them alive than dead. Forcing them to re-enter the room before we run out of air may be the best way to get out. We can then rendezvous with Lieutenant Noonien-Singh. 

I like it. Ready? 

Ready. Jim felt Spock break the connection, felt Spock’s hand fall away from his face, but there was still a warm little wiggle in the back of his mind that reminded him that he wasn’t alone. When his eyes had readjusted to the ugly fluorescents of the cell and his brain was firmly back in his own body, he tipped himself over and started to twitch. Spock’s amusement was tangible, but none was apparent in his voice when he roared for the Arduans to help him. The invisible door slid open and he and Spock surged through it, and Jim found himself in awe at how attuned they were even as they fought the Arduans and took off down the hall. ‘On the same page’ might have been an understatement. 

They found La’an and the away team within thirty minutes, and stole a shuttle and escaped from the Arduans’ compound within the hour. All in all, Jim thought it was neither the most exciting nor the most dangerous mission he had participated in with Pike’s crew, but he couldn’t keep himself from thinking that having the opportunity to meld with Spock had made the excursion worth it. Even after Spock had broken their connection, he felt a warmth in the back of his mind, a feeling of bone-deep satisfaction, like he had just put the last piece of a puzzle into place. 

On the shuttle, he took a seat near the back while Ortegas and La’an took them skyward. After checking in with Pike, Spock took the seat next to Jim. Jim couldn’t help but notice that Spock looked more tense now, as they soared towards the Enterprise in orbit, than he had been in their plastic, airtight cell. 

He leaned over, bumping his shoulder against Spock’s. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” Spock said, but he frowned. “Are you experiencing any mental distress from our meld?

“Not at all,” Jim said immediately. “I feel great, actually. Is melding always like that?”

“It is not,” Spock said. “I am gratified that you are not experiencing negative effects, but I must request that you visit Dr. M’Benga after we return to the ship to be sure.” 

“Are you experiencing any… effects? You seem tense.” Jim didn’t know how he’d ever thought the Vulcan was unreadable. Even as Spock gazed neutrally at the wall opposite them, Jim could read the emotions under the surface like words in a book. He felt responsible for Jim’s well-being, and was concerned that the meld hadn’t gone as he expected. Jim could tell he felt protective of Jim, and he tried not to let that knowledge fuel the crush he’d been nursing since the day they’d met. 

“I am experiencing… residual emotion. From our meld.” 

“Is that unusual?”

“Highly.” Spock was uncomfortable, so he let it drop. Jim just hoped that his less than professional feelings in the meld weren’t the cause of his discomfort. 

☆☆☆

Christine waved a tricorder around Jim’s head, but he wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. Spock had vanished into Dr. M’Benga’s office with him, and Jim found that he did not like that he couldn’t see where Spock was. Was something wrong? What if melding with Jim had caused damage to Spock’s brain? 

“Kirk.” Christine’s voice was impatient. Jim realized that she had said his name multiple times. 

“Sorry, Christine,” he said, smiling apologetically. “I’m a little distracted.” 

“What’s on your mind?” 

He opened his mouth to respond honestly, remembered the proclivity the Enterprise crew had for gossiping, and shut it again. But Christine looked over her shoulder at M’Benga’s closed door. “Hmm,” she said, noncommittally. “I get it.” 

“Get what?” 

She grinned at him and said, “There’s something about him, isn’t there?”

Jim dropped his face into his hand. “Please don’t say anything.” 

“Your secret is safe with me,” she said, winking. “I think everyone on this ship has been in that position at one time or another, myself included. What happened?”

“We melded,” Jim admitted. “To communicate silently. And it was… it was really nice.” 

“Ooh,” she teased. “That’s big. He doesn’t meld with just anyone, you know.” He put his other hand up to his face, hiding the smile that threatened to overtake him. 

His stomach dropped with disbelief, and shock, and worry. He gasped. 

“Jim?” Christine lifted the tricorder again, reading the results above the biobed. “Hey, bud, take a few breaths with me. Everything is okay. You’re safe. What are you feeling?”

“I don’t know,” he said, and put his head between his knees. “What’s happening? I felt fine, and now…” 

“Do you have a history of panic attacks?” Christine scanned through his medical file. “Wait…”

“Not since I was a kid, and they never felt like this.” He scrubbed at his arms. He felt like his skin was burning. “Something is wrong. Somewhere. Can you go get Spock?”

Christine paused. “What did you say?” 

“Can you please go get Spock? Something is wrong. This doesn’t feel right.” 

“You melded with him,” she said slowly. She looked up at the scan results and then back to his file, eyes narrowed. “Your chart says you’re supposed to be psi-null.”

“Yes, I did, and yes, I am, and he asked if something was wrong afterwards! I think something is wrong!” Jim’s skin hurt. He was overwhelmed by guilt, and remorse, and, oddly, a sense of excitement that caused more guilt. Christine turned abruptly over her shoulder, and yelled, “Joseph!” 

But when M’Benga’s office door slammed open, it wasn’t the good doctor standing in the doorway. It was Spock. There was a green flush on his cheeks and his pupils were blown huge, almost entirely obscuring the brown of his irises. M’Benga followed him out immediately, and Chapel said, “Kirk’s showing psychonexaline ---”

“I know,” M’Benga said. “Spock is---” 

Spock’s eyes met his and in a flash of lightning the Medbay was gone. 

☆☆☆

They were in Pike’s quarters, sitting on his couch again. What’s happening? Jim asked, and Spock’s eyes were full of regret. 

The probability of this occurrence was so low that I did not consider it necessary to warn you, Spock said, and his mental-voice was ragged. 

The probability of what? What’s wrong? How did we get back here? 

This place exists for us now, Spock said. 

That’s not so bad. Why do you feel like you’ve ruined everything?

You feel my emotions?

Jim thought about it, and he realized that the emotions clouding his brain didn’t feel like his. They were tinged with different colors, a stoicism and repression that he had never experienced. I think I’ve been feeling you since the meld. Did M’Benga say something to you that made you worry? I felt it. Christine thought I was having a panic attack.

Spock closed his eyes. Lieutenant --- James --- I am so sorry. 

Spock, tell me what’s happened. 

Spock took a deep breath. Sometimes… when two minds are particularly attuned, when mental compatibility is immediate and certain… a bond forms spontaneously during the first meld. 

A bond? What type of bond? 

I did not know this would happen. I am so sorry. I will ask Captain Pike to allow us to depart immediately. I believe there are Vulcan healers stationed on Starbase 14; the VSA has an experiment running in a nearby nebula; you will never have to think of this again---

Spock, wait. Why do we need a healer?

A healer is necessary to break it. When Spock said the word ‘break,’ Jim felt his despair, felt the shame at the emotion and the effort to hide it.  

Stop! Stop. Back up. Explain the bond first. Jim felt his face flushing. He wasn’t able to reconcile the rightness of being in the meld and Spock’s panic. He was four steps behind in this conversation, and Spock’s fear and grief were leaching the color out of their meldspace. 

It is… it is more than an engagement and less than a marriage. It is similar to what existed between myself and T’Pring before we ended our betrothal. 

Oh. He and Spock were compatible enough to spontaneously get psychically engaged and Spock didn’t want it. His crush flowered and wilted simultaneously. I see. And you don’t want to be engaged to me. 

It is not a matter of want, James. I will not subject you to a permanent relationship which you neither consented to nor desired. You are human. Vulcans do not court each other in the way that humans do. 

What the hell do you mean, it’s not a matter of want? Of course it is! 

James, please. A spontaneous bond, especially with a psi-null individual is so rare as to be nearly unheard of. You do not understand what this would mean for you. 

So help me understand. 

Spock hesitated. He stood, paced in front of the coffee table. Jim spread his arms along the back of the couch and said, Bring it on. 

If we do not break the bond soon, you will be bonded to me forever. You will be mine, as I will be yours. We would have to serve together, fight and live and die together. You would… Spock’s embarrassment colored his face green, and Jim felt it turn his own stomach. You would have to assist me through a biological period of necessity in the future, one which Vulcans never speak of to outworlders. I may hurt you without meaning to. To change your mind after consummation would mean undergoing the most extreme type of mental trauma known to Vulcans. We may both die of it. I offer that we break the bond so you are free to choose a partner of your own volition, rather than be forced into partnership with me simply because we are compatible. Spock stood in front of Jim, clasped his hands behind his back, and waited for his response. His face was impassive. 

Why are you so sure that I don’t want this? Jim closed his eyes and felt for the warm space in the back of his mind. He concentrated hard and probed into it, like pressing on a bruise. Beneath the cool surface of control that Spock presented to the world, a hurricane raged. Jim was swept away in the intensity of what Spock felt: his fear for Jim’s safety and wellbeing, his desire to protect Jim from all danger, and (Jim was gratified to learn) the physical and mental attraction he felt. He felt the awe Spock felt at discovering the depth of their compatibility, the rarity of their bond even on Vulcan. 

Deeper than that, he felt Spock’s fears: that Jim would say no and he would be alone, that Jim would say yes and change his mind later, and that he would never be good enough as either a Vulcan or a human to deserve a partnership like the one he had accidentally found. 

When Jim opened his eyes again, he found Spock watching him. Did you find what you were looking for? Spock asked. 

Yes, said Jim. He looked at Spock and pushed his emotions at him, everything he had been feeling for the past year: his immediate attraction to Spock, his admiration for his mind and abilities, the crush he’d been nurturing since the day Uhura introduced them, and the feeling he’d had as they had stayed up late talking in the observatory after the dinner party. He pushed that memory at Spock: Spock in the starlight, and the little voice in his brain that whispered, “I want to do this forever.” 

You would never be able to leave me, Spock said softly. 

You would be trapped with my illogical brain forever, Jim countered. 

You would never be able to lie to me.

You’ll have to deal with my Tarsus baggage.

Spock paused, weighing his response. Jim’s heart already hurt. If Spock didn’t want the bond, didn’t want to be linked to a human with trauma forever, then he would just have to be okay with it. He would make himself be okay with it.

It would be my honor, Spock said. That was it. Jim launched himself off the couch at Spock and kissed him. It felt like he was being held, and submerged in a bathtub, and burned alive in the most pleasant way possible. But it didn’t feel like a kiss.

We are still in the meld, Spock said, in response to Jim’s confusion. Physical sensation is not the same. 

Right. Can we leave? I’d like to do that in the flesh. 

James. Are you sure you want the bond? I am not convinced you understand the depth of the partnership that you are so cavalierly accepting. Vulcans are possessive and protective when it comes to their bondmates. It is not a human relationship.

Spock. I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you. You’re saying that our minds are so compatible that we accidentally got engaged on the first date, and I didn’t even have to go through the bullshit of human courtship rituals to find out? Count me in. 

When he opened his eyes, he was flat on his back on the biobed and Christine was waving a tricorder over his head. She and M’Benga were reading his scans with an intense and (in his humble opinion) slightly inappropriate level of medical curiosity. 

“Welcome back,” M’Benga said. 

“Where’s Spock?” Jim sat up. Christine smirked. As Jim sat up, Spock’s eyes flashed open and he crossed the bay in three enormous steps. Without a word to his crewmates he lifted Jim off the biobed and started carrying him to the exit. Jim wriggled. “Hey! Excuse me!”

Spock slung him over his shoulder instead --- that seemed slightly more dignified than being bridal-carried --- and did not break stride. Jim waved goodbye to Christine and M’Benga from upside down. 

“You good, Jimbo?” Christine called as the turbodoor slid open. 

“I think I might have signed up for this, actually,” he called back, and he could hear her laughter as the door slid shut behind them.

#for someone who reads the nastiest smut i can find my own fic has turned out to be surprisingly prudish????? #spirktober 2023 #spirktober2023 #spirktober #k/s fan fic #kirk/spock fan fic #k/s #spirk #my writing #kirk/spock #accidental bonding #yes yes i know it is no longer the 7th but i was busy yesterday

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Random facts about Julian before I go to bed:

Julian got a scar on his nose during his very first battle with a shadow person in mines.

Also has a huge scar across almost his entire back (three stripes) from his first encounter with Apophis.

He likes tomatoes, but can't stand ketchup (at least the store-bought kind).

He was taught the basics of fencing by his mom.

Loves books and comics in the science fiction, dystopia, and cyberpunk genre. That said, he also enjoys reading fairy tales.

Ticklish to the point where he may accidentally hit a person very hard as a defensive reaction.

Julian is so used to his backpack that he carries it with him everywhere, sometimes even in his own home.

His first plant Julian grew was an ornamental hot pepper in a pot.

#im eepy #fuk #farmer julian

[maxwell-demon]

I'm growing some tomatoes, watermelons, and bell peppers. This is my first time growing food, wish me luck. 🤞

I've got the sprouts all by the window. As soon as it quits dipping down to the 40s I'll move them all outside.

I also got some pumpkin seeds to plant, but I'm not sure where I'm going to put them yet. One year I threw the old pumpkin outside and the next year I had an accidental pumpkin grow beside the porch. So I guess it can't be that hard to do pumpkins right? If one whole ass pumpkin sprouted and grew like 12" diameter all by itself with no intervention, surely I can grow some good ones for Halloween by taking care of them?

I'm so freaking excited thinking about making some pasta sauce with my own tomatoes. And doing some fajitas or Philly cheese steaks with the bell peppers. I hope they all survive so I can eat them!

[remington-zero]

Dude, your OC Nero is so cool! Can you tell us more about him?

aw thanks!! i'm glad you like him!

he was an oc for an rp community (near-future setting with superpowers+dungeons and the characters were all gathered to do an apocalyptic dungeon crawl where if they fail to clear this particular set the whole world goes boom) and his superpower was to basically turn into a giant, 10' tall wolf (he was a tank role)

he's got a lot of social anxiety and a complex about being Monstrous, he lost control once when he was 16 and accidentally killed people while fighting some escaped dungeon creatures. he did get disowned for that and was homeless for a long time but with help now has his GED and a very tiny studio apartment. for now he has a day job (night stocker at the local supermarket) and a side job ("hunter", which is the term for people who clear dungeons). after the community plot ended and everyone got Extremely Famous he cut his hair and grew a beard and disappeared into northern minnesota to do logging work for a year because he could Not handle the media presence

his favourite food is grilled cheese and tomato soup/tamales, and lives mostly off of kraft dinners. he can't eat meat/mushrooms/similarly textured foods because he does remember what it's like to tear someone apart with your teeth.

his clothes are pretty exclusively hoodies and sweatpants + some band tees. his secret background story for the comm was that he was a hugeass nerd and enjoys both anime and ttrpgs...his formative anime is probably nge and i did throw in some taz refs while playing haha

what else...his music tastes are half metal, half anime+jpop

everyone got a Small Creature at the beginning of the community plotline so his is a very small manta ray named pancake! she is his Baby. he got her a hat shaped like a pat of butter.

wow it's been like 84 years since i last talked about an oc anywhere so this was like....kind of like getting back onto a bicycle except i also haven't ridden a bicycle in 84 years and my legs want to know if they're really supposed to move like this

thanks for asking!!

#long post #nero huntington #i still really want to export the idea of 커뮤 #i've only ever gone to 시리/“serious plot” ones tbh #and those are basically like a very short trpg campaign with plot advancing once a week and the rest of the time being for like #interacting and building story with your fellow characters..... #my first one was actually destiny-based and set during the red war!! that one was really good #my character lost his only friend and also someone he was fancying #anyways these are an absolute pain to run and also drama/callouts happen EVERY DAY based on stuff tha happened in a comm #i'm in another one right now that's academy-based also with superpowerrs #i'm very fond of the character i made here so hopefully i'll post her soon!

[jedusaur]

good things this week:

had a decent executive function and mood day today after a few really tough days, so it's really good to be out of the tar pit for now. I recently upped some meds and was starting to think that the side effects were too much, but fingers crossed that the initial rough patch is over and it'll keep getting better

cooked things! potato-chickpea curry, shortcut quiche (with premade crust), Greek pasta salad, a REALLY killer stir-fry with peanut sauce, marinated/baked tofu for sammiches, and a hummus/feta/tomato/olive thing that was gonna be a dip for pita wedges, but the pitas went bad so I ended up spreading it on toast and that worked great

@1000-directions tried making my mom's peanut sauce recipe, which has been go-to comfort food for me since I was a kid, and she really liked it :D love sharing food things with my people

the grocery store employee who brought out my pickup order this week was queer <3

I threw a tumblr room party to brainstorm ideas for a diner fic and a bunch of people got into it and had fun! I've been really missing hosting fannish events and this kinda scratched that itch a little :)

tried discord (again) and determined that it is not my bag (again), but in the process I connected with a few fandom folks I've been messaging a bit, nice to find new people!

finally rigged up a system to make my ankle PT easier

Steph has been really excited about watching the Kraken play and happy about wins and asking lots of questions and she wore a Kraken shirt to work :D I love hockey and I love explaining hockey and I love my Steph

started a whatsapp group for productivity sprints and had one really good productive afternoon, looking forward to engaging with that more

people keep telling me the scented candles I make are good enough to sell, so I finally buckled down and made a task list for giving that hustle a shot

there are a few bulbs coming up outside my door :) they're either daffodils or jonquils, never did figure out which last spring

I 100% accidentally took a cutting from one of rocket bae's plants XD a bit of plant came off while I was moving it and I stuck it in water thinking it would be a nice decoration for a few days and then wilt, but it grew roots in the water!

started drawing a thing today, I am not generally a person who draws things but I like how it's going so far

still losing my entire shit over the Elliott Page/Julia Garner/A$AP Rocky threesome

rewatched The Princess Diaries today, which was my favorite movie when I was like 11. I was expecting it to be terrible because I remember rewatching it in my late teens and scoffing at the plot holes, but no actually it's a GREAT fuckin movie, in part because it does not care about its plot holes. it had so many excellent one-liners and little characterization moments for bit parts, and also lol I fully did not realize at age 11 that I was totally crushing on Julie Andrews in the ball scene. she was 64 lmao but LOOK at her in this dress she was HOT okay

#good things #life #mental health #meds #food #steph #fandom #hockey #candles #plants #movies

[mayoxxo]

hello, i saw you were in need of requests so now i'm here to supply mwaha! if it's okay with you, can i request some caesar fluff? him and reader are baking and swaying to music, just romantic italian tings😌😌

Swaying, Baking♡ - Caesar X Reader

SORRY BUT THIS MAY HAVE TYPOS 🙏 HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY🫶

Steam rose from the pot when you put the pasta in the boiling water. Your body swayed to the music as you were smashing the tomatoes. You took a deep breath to inhale the nice aromas filling the room. Once you were done crushing the tomatoes you forgot you need onions to bring more flavor into the pasta sauce. You turned to the back of you and saw your husband dicing garlic.

You came behind him and tapped him on the shoulder to signal that you needed him to move a little. He looked at you and gave a shocked expression.

“Oh! Sorry Amore Mio!” Caesar spoke gently. You felt your face begin to grow hot. He looked down at you with a smile and gave you an onion. You gave him a quick ‘thanks’ and he said ‘your welcome’. You went back to your side of the kitchen and began to peel your onion.

You had a bit of trouble peeling your onion since your eyes started to water. It was stupid having your eyes water because of an onion so you continued on. After you were done peeling the onion you began to cut the onion. You felt a large figure behind you. Soon you felt the person put his large arms around your waist guiding his hands to yours.

You looked up and saw the mozzarella haired man right before you. You looked back down to your hands to see him helping you cut the onion. His hands felt a bit rough from him always working out though his hand felt perfect in yours. Soon he was down guiding your hand to cut the onion and you saw his face get hot.

“Sorry I just felt like you were going to accidentally cut yourself because of your watery eyes.” He said. You nodded your head to tell him that it was fine. You put the onion cubes into the smashed tomatoes. Later once Caesar was done with the garlic he put it in the smashed tomatoes.

You stirred the now pasta sauce and put a bit of pepper into the mixture. Caesar walked up to the stove and looked over to see the pasta sticks turn into noodles. He took them out then gave them to you to drown them in the pasta sauce. The great smells filled the room and you felt your stomach growl.

“Haha! I heard that!” Caesar said.

You looked away in embarrassment though he came behind you and put his hand around you waist. You melted in his strong body and you quickly got distracted forgetting about the ready pasta.

After a few more moments of embracing each other you finally remembered the pasta. You pulled away from his body and went over the bowl containing the pasta. You gave yourself and Caesar a bowl to put your food in. Caesar took your bowl without a heads up and and placed some pasta in your bowl. He returned your bowl full of pasta with a smile.

Later you both had your bowls and sat down at the dinner table. Both of you sat infront of each other which was Caesar’s idea when you guys first moved in together. He told you millions of time that he loved seeing your face.

“Your face is absolute perfection.” He said with a sly smirk.

Your face grew hot again and you looked away from him though all he did was laugh at you. You turned back to your pasta and took a bite. Your stomach was very pleased with you and Caesar’s cooking and he also looked pleased. He never wanted to be a greedy eater but when something was so delicious he had to stuff his face. You laughed a bit once you saw that he had a bit of pasta sauce on his upper lip.

You pointed to your upper lip to tell him that he had some pasta sauce on his face. He raised his napkin to his mouth and wiped his mouth.

“Apologies Amore Mio.” He apologized quickly.

Once you and Caesar were done with your pasta he took the plates and put them in the sink. When you were going to sit down on the couch hen took your hand and gave it light kiss.

“Dance with me dear.” Is all he spoke. You nodded your head and followed his movements. Caesar’s arms was on your waist and he swayed you gently.

You felt yourself melt when he pulled you close to his body. Caesar’s scent made you fall in love all over again. His arms were wrapped around you swaying you left to right was so soothing. His head rested in the crook of your neck kissing and biting your neck. You threw your head back and whimpered in his ear.

You felt him smile along your neck and Caesar started to kiss down to your chest. You stopped right there.

“Maybe we can do this later Caesar-rino” You gave him a smirk and he turned flushed.

“Joseph is really rubbing on you huh?”

“Maybe?”

#jjba anime #jjba x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba caesar #caesar zeppeli #jojo caesar #jjba fluff

[coolgirl32]

Chris Bradford x Emma Bradford TMNT 2012 I'm sorry this is the only picture I have of him also Emma Bradford is My OC

Emma Bradford is the wife of Chris Bradford she is also a doctor graduated from Harvard and had a daughter with him but their daughter died at the age of eight because their daughter Elizabeth had cancer Chris and Emma were very depressed about their daughter's death 😢🥺 that's why Chris is the way he is because he's heartbroken because he lost his little girl Emma was depressed too but she looked on the brighter side that her daughter is finally home and away from danger and evil when Emma found out that her husband turned into a mutant she was very shocked but she wanted to know what happened so her husband explained everything to her Chris thought she was going to be grossed out by him because he was a freak of nature that's what he thought but in reality Emma didn't care she still loves her husband one night she accidentally got turned into a mutant wolf Chris thought it was very weird but in some way he thought his wife looked extremely hot Emma noticed this and decided to be even more flirty to her husband which of course made her husband blush even harder that makes his face look like a red tomato 🤣 so that night they decided to do what nature intended and decided to mate the next morning Emma found out she was pregnant her and her husband were very happy but very curious on what their kid might look like or if they're going to have a litter of pups 9 months has passed and Emma and Chris had their daughter they named her Hannah she was a cute little wolf pup that had fur like her father and eyes like her mother as the years went on Hannah grew up to know that her parents were once humans but mutated into a dog and a wolf Hannah knows that humans will not accept her but that was all right because Hannah's parents decided to homeschool her and make sure they teach her right from wrong Emma knows that her husband does not like the turtles so she tries to tell him that they are just teenagers and they are trying to do the right thing Emma gets really mad at her husband when he works for shredder Emma does not like shredder because of who he is and what he does and she wants to protect her daughter from men like the shredder at all times Chris understands this he wants to protect his daughter as well Hannah is more likely a daddy's girl because Chris Bradford always goes online to buy cute little teddy bears and pink dresses for his little girl Hannah has a vibe of Charlotte from princess and the frog it's very hilarious like a young Charlotte 🤣🤣

Anyway I hope all of you love this I just wanted Chris Bradford to have someone who loves him for who he is and he is happy with that person and it's sad that he would have a daughter that died from cancer 😢

#tmnt fanfic

[redsightstories]

A Girl’s Gotta Eat.

Did you know that underneath New York City, there are miles and miles of man-made structures? Electric cables, water pipes, sewer systems, subway tunnels, the works. Not only is pretty much the entirety of the city crisscrossed with these pipes, but they go deep too. Sometimes hundreds of feet deep. A lot of it is abandoned too, just covered up and forgotten about, never to be thought of again until someone accidentally digs into it, or it collapses, at which point the construction workers decrees its existence and try their best to work around it. It’s crazy the things that get abandoned though. Entire subways abandoned, huge sewer pipes left to rot, you can find a lot of crazy places down there if you know where to look. I’ve never been to New York, specifically, but I think this is true with a lot of highly developed city’s in the world.

Like hobo camps for instance. Hobo cities even. Huge communities of people that simply go down into the tunnels underneath these metropolises and don’t emerge for weeks, living off of only the things they brought down with them and that they can scavenge. It’s almost like an entire civilization, separated from the city that exists just a few feet above them. Not to say that said encampment don’t rely on the city above it, they do, but they can also find ways to sustain themselves in other ways as well.

For instance, I once saw an older woman who had a bona-fide greenhouse set up near her lean-to. I’m talking like dirt and rows of planters and sunlamps and everything. It was crazy, she grew tomatoes and carrots and stuff. People loved it, they would trade for her crops at a pretty good price even when they didn’t have that much to spare. Guess it had to do with getting fresh food, not something you get too often living in the sewers. Living off junk food and stale bread, it gets to your head after a while. So yeah, people were pretty desperate for new stuff to eat. Always on the lookout for yummy new delicacies.

I think a lot about how every single civilization has their own special little food dish. Food and culture are so intrinsically linked, and it makes sense if you really think about it. Everybody eats after all, so it follows that people would build identities around that. Indian food, American barbecue, sushi from Japan. But it’s not just cultures that develop identities this way, it’s smaller groups too. Down to family units, and even individuals. How many times have you heard people talk about their grandma’s secret recipe, or call themselves a foodie? So, when this new food started popping up around my encampment, I was naturally curious.

I saw one of the older folks eating it first. They were cooking it over a barrel fire, watching the smoke disappear up into the sky. We weren’t in the tunnels then of course, keeping a fire lit in an enclosed area is discouraged for obvious reasons. They had it set up on some metal poles, these big chunks of red meat skewered on them. They were sizzling and browning and smelling delicious, all coming together to making my mouth water. And yet, something about it seemed strange to me. The meat didn’t really look, or even really smell like anything I had eaten before. It wasn’t really beef, though that was probably the thing it seemed the closest to. It wasn’t chicken, that’s for sure. Maybe something a bit more exotic, like bison? But how would a bunch of hobos get their hands on bison meat? I’ve eaten pig once, before it was outlawed due to contamination. It hadn’t really looked like this meat either. At a loss, I asked them what it was and if I could have some, but they just told me to fuck off, it was theirs. Assholes.

Still, I couldn’t get the meat out of my head. I was curious certainly, but more importantly it had smelled so delicious I just had to get my hands on some. So I kept watch, secretly, on that little group of meat eaters in my spare time to see where they were getting if from. And I had a lot of spare time, you tend to when you don’t have a job. Finally, days later when I was just beginning to get bored enough to give up, one of the meat eaters said something to one of the others, this big guy with an even bigger beard. The first person, a woman with an intense look in her eyes, turned and spoke to him, seemingly agitated. I was too far away to make out what they were saying, didn’t want to get caught watching them after all, but I could see her gesture to the empty meat skewers, clearly not happy about that pervious adjective. Beard argued with her for a moment, but when the others began to join in on the conversation l, clearly on Eyes side, he relented and left his spot by the fire.

With a start, I realized that this was probably my best chance of figuring out where the meat came from. I started to follow Beard, making sure to keep my distance so he didn’t realize that he was being tailed. I had to make sure to be subtle, people who live on the outskirts of society tend to be pretty wary, and he was looking around not infrequently to check if anyone was following him, which of course there was. Thankfully my years on the streets made it easy for me to keep out of his line of sight, you learn how to keep a low profile pretty quickly when you are as nosy as I am. I followed him until he hopped down into a large storm drain through a hole in the fence alone the side of it, at where I paused.

It was going to be notably more difficult to not be noticed in a large empty divot when following him, but I also didn’t see anyway to keep up with him that didn’t involve going down there myself, both sides of the drain had a lot of junk piled up next to the fences which would make it difficult to keep track of him. I had to make a decision quickly, every second that I sat here and thought he was getting further away, becoming harder to track. Finally, I slipped through the hole, making up my mind. If he saw me and wasn’t happy about it, I could always just run in the opposite direction. He was a fairly big guy; I doubt he would be able to keep up with my smaller frame. I hoped so anyway.

Down in the drain there was a bunch of crap, like old washing machines and discarded plywood. There were a lot of washing machines actually, way more than one would expect in a drain. Maybe a laundromat went out of business nearby? Anyway, I saw Beard slip around a pile of junk right as I landed at the bottom of the drain, and I quickly sped after him, trying to stay quiet while I did so. This was a lot of work to find out where some meat was coming from, but then again it wasn’t like I had anywhere to be. Rounding around a corner I once again caught the tail end of the man, this time climbing into a smaller drain pipe that connected to the larger one I was currently in. Unlike this one, the one he went into was not open air, but rather a true pipe. This was getting pretty weird. I thought Beard guy was just heading out to meet with a peddler or dumpster dive behind a supermarket or something, but that clearly was not what was happening here. This could be dangerous, he might have realized I was following him and was trying to lead me into a trap.

Then again, he had given no indication that he had any idea something was amiss, and at this point I felt like I had to commit to the bit. Besides, in my pockets was a small flashlight and more importantly, a knife. I could defend myself if push came to shove. Oh, did I not mention those earlier? My bad. But yeah, into the pipe I went.

The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was… strange. Not unbearable, but not particularly nice either. It was like… I’m not sure. The ocean maybe. Maybe. It definitely had an underlying saltwater smell to it, but it wasen’t the primary scent. It smelled sort of like the dust janitors put onto vomit when someone was sick, but it already had the vomit in it. If this was where they were getting their meat, I was starting to get concerned about the healthiness of eating it. a curtesy glance of the entrance to the pipe didn’t present anything particularly notable however. Fairly clean, for a storm drain, and there wasen’t even any water coming out of it.

As I went further into the pipe, I was forced to turn on my flashlight as the bright sunlight slowly faded away. I really didn’t want to, because if the bearded man was ahead of me he would definitely notice a bright light turning on behind him, but there was no way that I was just going to just crawl around a unknown pipe without any sort of illumination. I could easily fall down some random hole onto a bunch of rebar and that would be curtains for me. Thankfully, it seemed that there was no large man ahead, and for that I was thankful. As long as the pipe didn’t branch out that was. If it did, I was screwed.

Thankfully though, it didn’t, but it did curve to the left and then sloped downward. As I traveled even further below the surface, I noticed something. It had been happening the whole way, but it had been subtle before, The smell was getting stronger. And it was changing as well. There was a humidity in the air, getting thicker with each step I took, making the scent more and more powerful to the point where I could now taste it, and let me tell you it was not a pleasant taste. The vomit aspect of it was way stronger than before, and I was cementing the idea in my head that the meat was indeed, not healthy to eat. Not if this was where it was coming from. I took a second to put a hand on the wall and take a breath, but I quickly retracted it when I felt the side.

It was squishy. Squishy and damp and not at all pleasant to the touch. It was still inorganic, stone or metal or what have you, the stuff that pipes are made of I’m pretty sure, but it felt like it had been wet a long time. I guess that made sense, with the amount of humidity that was now all around me, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. Plus, the air was getting warm, notably so, which did not help my uneasiness.

Hey, wait a minute, what kind of storm drain curves downward when you are going into it from the exit? Shouldn’t it curve up, or at least stay straight? There was no way for the water to flow up and out of these pipes, it didn’t make any sense. That was when I decided it was time to leave, mystery be damned. This was getting too strange, and I was not so invested into this meat that I was now certain was coming from a rotting alligator or something that I was willing to go any further. But, just as I turned to leave, I heard something coming from deeper down. The sound of meat being cut through.

Look, could you turn around in that situation? When you are so close you can hear the meat being sliced, the sound of the knife slicing through the flesh? Don’t shake your head yes you liar, you would check it out too. You would never be able to live with yourself without checking it out, seeing what’s behind door number three. People have died for less. Getting on great ships to cross the oceans, knowing that they may never return, but doing it anyway. Humans are nothing if not curious and inquisitive, it’s our greatest strength and our biggest weakness. So yes, I kept walking down that pipe, because I knew I would never be able to sleep at night if I didn’t. Maybe you would be able to turn around, but I couldn’t. I wish I did, but I didn’t.

How do I describe what I saw? It was a room, the pipe went into a weirdly rounded room, but inside of it…. what do I even say? I guess I will start with the floor. It was more than squishy at this point; it was downright spongy. More than a little difficult to walk on actually, what with my feet sinking into the floor by a couple of inches every step. And the smell…. My God the smell. Horrible. Once, when I was young, I was walking down a stream, and by down, I mean I was literally wading in it. I decided to poke underneath the streams surface with a stick, because that’s what you do when you are a little kid. At one point though, the stick got caught on something, and when I pulled it up it was a carcass of a dead animal. Its skull was exposed, but it was still mostly all together, just no fur, so all the red muscle was visible. It had a slick look to it, which made sense, it was at the bottom of the river. The smell of that poor dead animal, all waterlogged and rotting but still somewhat fresh, still with meat on its bones, that’s what this rooms smell reminded me of.

There was a big pit on the other side of said room, and from it came gurgling sounds, but what was in it I couldn’t see. Some sort of liquid probably, that’s what it sounded like. The walls were reddish, and seemed as spongy as the floor I was currently standing on. Finally, the ceiling was probably the strangest part, and that’s saying something. It had the same reddish color as the rest of the room, but it was shaped in waves, with bulges coming out of it in regular intervals.

It was with a start that I realized that I wasn’t alone in the room. There was a man in the center of the room, carving into the floor with a large knife. He had a small lantern next to him that he was using to see what he was doing, which, even when paired with my flashlight that I had been swinging wildly around, did little to get rid of the dark shadows that infested every corner of the space. It was Beard, the man who I had been following in the first place, and he didn’t even seem to realize that I was there. He just kept cutting into the floor, carving out large chucks and throwing them into his knapsack with a sickeningly wet smack.

Rivers of red liquid poured out of the sides of the holes, quickly filling them back up like a sick waterfall. The liquid flowed thickly, and was a deep crimson, giving it the appearance of blood. And it was blood, I realized. Seemingly endless blood flowed through the floor of the room I was standing in. And that meant that the ground, the walls, the ceiling, they were meat. Everything was meat. I was standing in a meat room. Meat below me, meat above me, meat in front of me. Meat Meat Meat.

I felt like I was going to vomit. I stumbled backwards, my feet squelching in the meat. The smell of waterlogged corpses and coppery blood filled the air, and then I did vomit, all over myself and onto the floor. The floor made of flesh. For some reason, that was what finally got Beards attention, who stood up and started shouting at me, screaming about how I shouldn’t have gotten sick on the meat, that now it was going to taste awful. I could only stare at him. I wanted to ask him about how he had found this place, about what this place was, who had the insane idea to eat the room meat in the first place, but the words simply wouldn’t come. I just stood there like an idiot as he got up and started to approach me, and it was only when he forcibly grabbed me by the shoulders did I finally react.

Without thinking, I swung my flashlight up and around to hit him on the side of the head, with it making a sickening Thwack as it struck the side of his temple. He fell backwards, stepping onto the holes that he had cut into the floor which caused him to stumble and collapse. His feet kicked up some of the blood that had filled the holes, and it sprayed onto me, covering me in it. It was hot and sticky and disgusting, like a nightmare. This whole situation felt like a nightmare, and I probably would have assumed it was one if it didn’t all feel so crystal clear. I could even taste some of the blood that landed in my mouth, with that classic coppery taste that anyone who has ever bitten the inside of their cheek knows. I spit it out, desperate to not let any of it into my mouth.

“You Bitch!” I saw the man standing up, slipping a little in the blood that now coated his shoes. “I’ll kill you!” he ran at me with his knife, stabbing me in the left arm. I let out a scream of pain, instinctually kicking him in the leg. He slipped backwards again, this time due to how slick the entire floor was becoming because of our scuffle, and I knew that I probably was not going to get another chance. I ran up to him and slammed into him with my good arm, sending him stumbling even more off balance. He fell backwards and was now at the edge of the pit that was at the far side of the room, full of the gurgling liquid I had yet to see. We were still for a moment, me standing and him kneeling, both of us panting heavily. The only sounds were our own labored breathing and the gurgling of the pit behind him. Suddenly, he stood up, but before he had a chance to run at me, or say something, or really do anything, I threw my flashlight at him, by some miracle hitting him square in the nose. He fell back a third and final time, falling into the pit behind him, screaming the whole way down.

I peered over the edge, grabbing my apparently lucky flashlight to look down. At the bottom there was a strange yellow liquid, maybe fifteen below me. It burbled and bubbled, and I saw the man sinking beneath it, the liquid burning his skin like acid. I think it was acid. I didn’t want to think about this anymore. I really didn’t want to look at this anymore. The thing I wanted, more then anything in the world, was to be out of this room, with its slick bloody floor and walls made of meat and pools of acid.

So, I did just that. I ran out of the room, up the pipe, and back into the sunlight of the real world, where rooms didn’t pulsate and men didn’t eat the floor. But before I left, I grabbed the man’s bag where it lay, still full of his harvest. I guess I wanted proof that it was all real, that this wasen’t some psychotic breakdown that I had just experienced. And maybe, and maybe, it was because despite everything that had happened, despite what I had just witnessed, I could still smell the meat cooking on that barrel fire when I had first gotten too curious. Against everything, that delicious smell persevered in my mind. When your homeless, any food is good food. And I mean, a girls gotta eat, right?

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[inwintersolitude]

- July 17th 2023 -

What's on your to-do list for today? Not much. Just some housework - I need to load/run the dishwasher, vacuum, and get caught up on my expense tracking spreadsheet.

Do you ever watch movies or TV in bed? Do you use a laptop or do you have a TV? Nope.

What's your favourite thing to cook for house guests? Creamy Tuscan chicken, or penne pasta with roasted zucchini and tomato sauce.

What sort of music did you grow up listening to? Did your parents have a big influence on your music taste today? My mom is a classical pianist so I grew up listening to mostly classical, and also some jazz because my parents took a liking to it when we lived in the New Orleans area in the early 90s. And my dad likes classic prog rock so I listened to a bit of that as well. Classical and classic prog/psychedelic rock are still some of my favorite genres.

Do you remember your dreams? Usually.

Are you at home right now? Yep. I'm in the downstairs bedroom that we use as a bird room. I have a mini portable/collapsible desk that I set up when I want to bring my laptop in here from my study and chill with my birds.

When was the last time it rained where you live? About 10 minutes ago. A thunderstorm just passed through.

Do you think you have a diverse vocabulary? Yes, I'd say so.

Have you ever eaten pawpaw? I've had papaya (I've read that some parts of the world call that pawpaw, I'm not sure if that's what you meant), but I've never eaten what people in the U.S./Canada call pawpaw, that's a different type of tree fruit that's really obscure and not usually cultivated/eaten.

What was the last art or crafts project you worked on? Macro nature photography.

Do you know anyone who's been bitten by a snake? Nope, not that I know of.

What's a slang word or term that's specific to your neck of the woods? For me, in Australia, I would say "old mate" or "frothing" :D Ope! It's the most Midwestern word ever lol. It's an exclamation of mild surprise, and in some uses it's also kind of politely apologetic. Sort of like a mashup of ''oops'' and ''woah!'' and ''pardon me.'' Like if I accidentally bumped into someone I'd say ''Ope, sorry, I didn't see you there!'' Or if I had misplaced something and then suddenly found it I'd say ''Ope, there it is!''

Do you know how to ice skate? When was the last time you went, if ever? Barely. I think the last time I went was in 2008-ish? I vaguely remember going to my university's ice area with some friends but I can't remember if I joined them in skating or not. If not, then the last time actually skated was at my 10th birthday party.

Dogs or cats? You must pick one! I honestly can't decide! So much of it depends on the individual animal and its temperament. I like well-behaved and calm dogs more than most cats, but I like most cats more than neurotic/needy/high-strung dogs.

Are there any animals or creatures that scare you? Just spiders and centipedes. And scorpions but I've never seen one in real life.

Do you like watermelon? Yes I love watermelon.

Is your backyard or outdoor year tidy or messy? It's tidy, except for the garden hose in the back yard that's just kind of laying there rather than on a reel.

Have you ever played organised team sports, like in a league? Yep, all throughout my childhood. I played soccer from ages 5-10, and softball from ages 5-13.

What are you insecure about? My teeth, sort of. My tooth enamel didn't develop properly, it was a side effect of antibiotics I had to be on as a baby, because of a birth defect that caused frequent kidney/bladder infections. I want to get veneers but I need to get my TMJ issues and slight overbite fixed first. I had orthodontics when I was growing up but the orthodontist failed to address my malocclusion and made it worse.

Okay, what are you secure about then? Who I am. My personality and sense of self.

What's your favourite kind of puzzle? Sudoku puzzles, or nonogram puzzles.

Do you ever use the bathroom with the door open? Yep. I usually only use the en suite bathroom in my bedroom (so that I can keep the downstairs guest bathroom cleaner for longer), so it's no biggie if I keep the door open.

When was the last time you took an elevator, and where were you? A few months ago, at my doctor's office.

What last made you feel sad? Seeing my Granddad deal with dementia. And seeing how it affects my Granny.

Have you ever received a gift hamper? What did it contain? I have, but it's been so long since I got one of those that I don't remember what was in it.

Are you using a phone, laptop, desktop or tablet right now? Maybe something else entirely? Laptop.

What sort of movies do you tend to watch? I don't watch movies super often, but I like science fiction, psychological thrillers, and historical dramas.

What colours are you wearing today? Navy blue, black, and white.

How often do you use your microwave? What did you last put in it? Not very often, maybe like once a week? I think the last thing I put in there were some of the leftovers that I brought back from dinner at my parent's house last Wednesday.

Who's the last person you messaged and what did you say? My husband. I sent ''You're sweet 🥰"

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[fumikomiyasaki]

💕 My muse surprises yours with an unsuspecting kiss of passion.

Carol & Damián

💝 My muse gives yours an accidental kiss.

Carol & Lustre

💗 My muse leans in to kiss yours, but changes their mind in the last minute.

Carol & Jesh

Kisses and smooches

Damián:

It was one of Damiáns party and also some weeks since Carol and him got together... although she still felt a little lost at such parties she slowly found herself more comfortable around the others... eventually one song she even did manage to get persuade her to dance with him even... it was fun just to try to adapt to his height and dance with him, occasionally being picked up in the air.

However eventually she felt a little bit playfull and lured him away from the crowd behind a tree.

"Mi Amor, why go away from the others?"

As he said that she pulled him down by the collar, lightly pushing him to the tree into a long, tender kiss...

“I just wanted to have this moment to myself... Mi Corazón...”

Hearing her say this it was the first time she caught him stun and blushing lightly...a giggle escaping her. Its not usual she intiates this so it was something special to him.

“We can share some more kisses and then go back to the others... we’ll have enough time after the party, I just wanted to be recharged.”

“I would love that... Mi amor.”

This time he picked her up and kissed her... leaving her arms to go around him and hold tight onto him. Enjoying some more affections before they heard someone was searching for him. Carol still stayed blushing a little as he talked to the other person and gave him a smile as if saying. “We can continue this later.”

Lustre:

She was in stress and on her way to the next class, her schedule was tight and she couldn’t miss out on anything... however running down the stairs she was a little to fast... and so she accidentally knocked over Lustre who was also just going to the next room... in her stumble he catched her in his arms, however her face pulled so close that her lips landed on his... as they both landed at the end of the stairs... to their luck it wasn’t that steep but she slowly lifted her head, noticing the kiss and grew red as a tomato. She got up from him quickly.

“S-sorry I didn’t m-mean to.”

“I don’t mind if it happens again... the kiss made it worth it.”

“Shut up and forget it... “

She seemed a bit annoyed and gathered her books before walking on... still having that blush and him looking after her with a smile.

Jesh:

Around a time she walked the mansion Jesh caught her off guard and pinned her to the wall. At this time she was just to visit it thanks to Lustre bringing her their and aside the dinner and some visits she only been there around 3 times... and although he already left some flirts at her in all took an interest in her she was still a little avoidant and seemingly blocked him off... this time he however had the chance... to get her alone with him... She seemed a little red looking up at him and sighed.

“What so you want again, Jesh?”

“Your words seem mean but your face says something else... you actually like my advances don’t you? I have seen your gaze at me.”

“I can’t deny you are attractive but if you really are interested in me you have to work a little harder.”

“Oh? So that is what you mean.”

He pushed a finger under her chin so she looks at his face and has it harder to avoid his eyes.

“I do believe Lustre wouldn’t mind it that much if you would spend more time with me as well... we are all pretty open here... I also have to say you catch my interest a lot... I would love to eventually have a taste of you apples.”

“H-hey... you can’t just say such things.”

“Seeing your face I hit a nerve though.”

She pouted a little. Seeing him lean down to get closer to her.

“Why not give me a chance to show you what I am made of?”

Feeling his words she was conflicted and it seemed both their faces leaned closer for a kiss but as he was too close, she pushed her hand between them, stopping him.

“As said... if you want me... you have to convince me... I am not someone who is just casual with relationships... I want to feel something more... if you get me to that point... I will allow you more...”

He shruged and nodded. “Fine by me.... I will show you.”

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