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calciumdeficientt · 10 months

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Welly welly welly well my brothers it is time once again it would appear, for uncle Alex to tell you a story. An omission from the tale of my previous exploits and this, my dear brothers, is my way of sending my deepest appy polly logies to you all; twas a nochy like any other I suppose, my little droogies and I out in the thick of it. A routine trip to the korova milk bar was well underway, my cancer now barely a nub of ash and orange filter when suddenly, like some great divine inspiration from bog or whoever else may be lurking up above us in the great black nowhere. Dim opened his great big maw as if to say something, noticing the shift in my expression no doubt, a raised hand from myself soon silenced him and he fell quickly back into submission. This was our second visit of the evening, our nightcap until we four parted and I found myself headed bedways to municipal flatblock 18-a, but tonight brothers I found that this second bout of moloko plus had done me no good at all; no indeed my brothers, all it seemed to achieve was to further stir me for another few hours out to myself, the other three could follow me or not. Georgie had a funny look about his glazzies,shagged fagged, fashed and downright useless. In no state for any more of the ultraviolence tonight. No indeed.

“Dobby nochy, brothers”

I found myself humming absentmindedly, staring through the film of moloko left at the bottom of my glass and adjusting the hat placed atop my gulliver, stood up to take my leave

“Bedways so soon, Alex?”

Pete guffawed, leaned so far back in his chair I was almost certain he would disappear into it. Despite questioning my quick exit, he looked in no way prepared to leave himself

“Quite the opposite, o my brother. Much fun is yet to be had, although it is now clearer than crystal to me that our earlier fillying hath done all tree of you in, and with thus I must bid you adieu”

Outside it was bitter cold, much much bitterer and colder than I had remembered it. Soon enough the knives that I had ingested would begin to work their magic, brothers and I would become all the more aware of the lewdies, or lackthereof out and about on the streets. I had bid my little droogies a dobby nochy, that much was true but it was now more apparent than ever that night would soon be over and was bleeding over into the young hours of the morning. Luckily for little old me, I had my maskiwask in my clutches from an earlier spree of shop crasting under full, glorious anonymity hidden, too under the cover of darkest and most mysterious night. Black sky was now a very deep blue and as the moloko plus paid its due dividends I feel, o dear brothers, that the sand in my own ultraviolent hourglass was running out, running thinly like the krovvy of a malchick low on his iron. A rustle from an abandoned gazetta pricked mine ears as I trudged carefully through the street, waiting patiently for any sign of life.Caution was the key in these night-time affairs as the threat of the barry place was ever present, and while I did not fear the stripy hole I did fear for what it may have done to me old pee and em.

I took some liberties with my route home, opting for small alleys as opposed to wider, much more open streets. An unorthodox decision considering I had found myself droogless and after yet another clash with Billy boy and his other eunuch jellies could have even put myself at risk of an ambush but having no one but myself beside me makes this victory mine alone. My pocket jingled with pretty polly, distended from the volume of it. The noise seemed to draw out a devotchka. She looked poogly, her dress hanging off her as though it had been thrown on in a hurry. Big brown glazzies met mine and I could see the glimmer of tears in them, clearly she had been boo hoo hooing and for why I did not know. The old in-out always went down a treat when the urge was still around, nagging even after a whole nochy of fillying. I fancied I could slooshy her heart hammering against her ribs and what a pleasant sound it was, strands of dark brown glory flopped limply over her pale, moonish face as she looked up at me all, like expectant. I watched her back herself up against the wall, making it clear to me that someone had gotten to her first. Had I been a bit more present, I might have left her to find some other dama for myself. There were plenty about after all but mostly I was glad to have found her in the state I had. All warmed up, brothers. Relaxed despite her best wishes not to be. I fancied myself to be a kot, I did. Quite right. This is what, dear reader, cats of the street are so fond of doing. Breeding, filling the streets with as many filthy beasts as their malenky bodies might let them before bog gets them as he does all things. Never one for lubbilubbing was dear uncle Alex, brothers. Not one care for it at all I must attest.

Now, where were we? Ah yes, the devotchka with the moony litso. Very very pretty, yes yes there was no denying that brothers and droogs alike, she was beautiful. I fancied the krovvy on her might have tasted like jammiwam but I didn't bother to test it, most of it was staining her dress. Beginning to dry that horrible old blood brown as opposed to that gorgeous red that sent shivers through me when even the tiniest bead dropped from a lewdie. Not so rare and yet far more precious to me than any jewel in the world.

What happened next, brothers, was something I could be nothing but proud of. I let my face drop a little bit so I wasn’t scowling so much, it helps to lessen resistance in devotchkas I find. Despite my partiality to a bit of chase and find, that fateful nochy I was not in the mood, no autos were crasted that night so my poor dear feet were so achy that any more fillying about may have caused them to drop off. I stood there for a bit, chumbling to myself before I pounced. Her creeching was low and half-hearted as if she knew herself that it wasn't going to garner a drop of sympathy from me. This certainly was not the fault of the devotchka, most persons would be in the mindset to creech for their life, especially this one. The creetching soon stopped when, from out of my pocket I brough out my most trusted nozh. Hardly used that night, nice and clean, or at least as clean as a knife could be. It was sharp, cold, so tantalising I could feel my pan handle straining against my neezhnies at the thought of how pretty she might look under it. How still she might be if i teased it against her neck… if I teased it somewhere else. Brothers I found myself drooling at the concept. Just as I suspected, the creeching ceased and was replaced with silent weeping. I watched her chest jerk up and down as she tried to keep herself nice and quiet for me, as I pressed the blade into her neck, gently so it would only barely nick the skin. I would press harder elsewhere when she was nagoy, I thought to myself with deepest delight, watching this devotchka, already poogly from another encounter, half dressed as it were, struggling to undress herself at my command was too much. Then, out came the kot, slashiwashing with my knife the dress was out of the picture.

Ah. Nothing underneath. The cry at the sudden cold made me believe this was not something she had chosen for herself. Fearing the millicents on their early morning beats I worked quickly to strip myself of anything below my waist and get cracking on with the in-out-in out. She would have to warm up to it or suffer the consequences, most devotchkas did when I was with my droogies. On my oddy knocky I was not so sure but she would have to put up with it, my pan handle was now growing too hard to ignore. Her nogas were clasped tight, a feeble attempt for her to keep her dignity. Unlikely to work when I was in such a beastly temperament, every second wasted only seemed to make me angrier. Like when you flap a red cloth at a bull. I parted the clasped legs, it took a lot, mind, but the trembling of the muscles and the purple, pulsing, cables under her pale skin let me know she wouldn’t try and close them again.

Something possessed me to speak to her. A small slip of the tongue to keep her quiet at the world woke up. An angry throb below the belt led my mind elsewhere. I figured the nozh would be enough to keep her quiet, little drops of blood beaded around where the pressure was. Even the lowest whimper made her delicate skin press against the blade. My free hand circled a glazz, and pinched it. Her cry sent me jolting into her on just instinct alone, sheathing myself comfortably. It was clear that someone had been at her before me as there was no resistance, no horrible gravelly feeling and I pushed my way into her. In-out-in-out, smooth as if we were luddilubbing. Her face was scrunched up as if she was trying to build the nerve to start creeching. I wouldn’t have minded, sometimes I find, it really eggiwegs me to keep going.

As I moved. The hand that had been cupping her bezoomny had moved to firmly grip her waist, the hand with the knife had done the same. I made a real show of that one, creating a fine red line down from the centre of the neck all the way down her middle. Like I was a surgeon about to cut her up and perform the old in-out-in out on her guttiwuts. The krovvy only made me harder, so maybe, oh my brothers, it was a mistake to cut her as I did. But oh, it was heaven. Bog new damned. I cast my eyes toward her grahzny dress, and then back to her naked frame. I noted, brothers, that she looked like a doll more than she did a living, breathing lewdie. In and out I moved over and over, listening out for any millicents that may have interrupted such an intimate interaction. Eventually, I noticed that the shirt of my koshtoom was sticking to my back. Clinging to the skin, adhered by pearls of sweat. I could taste that irony taste fizzling in the back of my throat, it was almost time for the big finale brothers. My muscles were shouting this from the rooftops too, make no doubt about that little droogies, they burned so fiercely that even knives devoid of moloko could not quell the sensation.

The devotchka had quite visibly relaxed under my touch. As I, your dear and most trustworthy uncle Alex, kept tight firm hold of her bony waist I pondered the possibility that in some way shape or form she was thoroughly enjoying this feeling. Having accepted it she might have allowed herself to take pleasure in this. A twitch from my pan handle let me know the end was upon us and acting yet again on my most trusted friend, animal instinct, I grabbed a fistful of her luscious glory and tugged as hard as I could muster. Her creech of pain as her hair departed from her scalp was more than enough noise to conceal the low groan that accompanied my orgasm. As I slid out of her I relished in the fact that she seemed too full to move from my seed.

I cleaned myself off using her dress and dropped it on her nagoy frame. Dressing my lower half swiftly and nimbly, the deliberately quiet platching of the young girl was terribly terribly moving. I threw some coins at her litso, knowing I only had a minoota or two until the millicent’s found her or even worse that she found them. Wordlessly I left her, nudging her with my boot as she left just to check that she was ticking away nicely and the pol hadn’t killed her. When she groaned, I knew at once it was bedways for me, and quickly.

A nochy to remember indeed. O my brothers.

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peterrrei · 1 year

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i've been listening to your charmuro playlist a lot (i follow you on twitter lol, idk if you posted it here) and i was wondering if you'd want to elaborate on any of your choices...all the sad young men is one that caught me off guard but also makes so much sense to me

hi there! sorry for the very late reply! but oh my god. thank you for sending me this ask because it gave me enough motivation to write down some notes about my playlist and order it a bit because — its a lot LOL

first of all i would like to mention that yes, it’s a charmuro playlist, but you cannot take lalah out of charmuro ♡ so i’ve added songs that somehow fit her point of view, or hint at her presence. i love lalah so much and it makes me sad when people take her out of char and amuro’s relationship or minimize the impact that she had on both of them. (but don’t ask me to define whatever those three had going on because i don’t know. it’s vague. vague is okay in my mind but i would love to make people see my vision. in a few years i will maybe find the words to describe it)

ANYWAY THE PLAYLIST! i’m sorting it in a kind of chronological way, but it gets vague and blurry sometimes because i also think it’s important for a playlist to flow well (and to have songs that i actually like listening to! and it vagueness works for gundam....)

some examples:

∙ 1979 by the smashing pumpkins this song is really great because it truly is an anthem of a new young generation, which is a focal point of gundam! the pain and angst and comfort of late teenagehood/early adulthood ♡

On a live wire right up off the street You and I should meet <-( a jolt of electricity is the kind of feeling i can imagine newtypes feel when they connect with each other) June bug skipping like a stone With the headlights pointed at the dawn We were sure we'd never see an end to it all <- buggy stuck in the mud scene my beloved ♡

∙ familiar feeling by moloko i wasn’t even looking for charmuro coded songs when i found this band! but my delusional heart can see charmuro where the normal person can’t <3 anyway this is definitely a zeta song. i have in illustration in mind for the charmuro zine i’m very slowly drawing/writing that is completely based off their reunion in zeta and this song.

Nothing can come close Nothing can come close Nothing can come close

I never doubted it What's for you will not pass you by I never questioned it It was decided before I asked why It's all there ever was And it's all there ever will be How could you have questioned us? It's yourself you deceive

Nothing can come close To this familiar feeling We say it all without Ever speaking

god this song is so so so perfect and really encapsulates the hings about gundam that i love: vagueness, intense human emotions, sharing these emotions, identity and masked identity, love. perfection

Hush now No need to say the words At first sight you perfectly heard Love in all its entirety Is no less than we deserve I saw, your face Some place I felt this feeling before Is it deja vu? Do I somehow know you? <- this this this! adrenaline still filling the air after battle, amuro sits on the mechanical hand of a Gundam. he hasn’t seen one in over eight years. he has called for him before even realizing he opened his mouth to speak. char. amuro. who are you? do i know you? what is this feeling? have i felt this before?

∙ all the sad young men by spector you said it caught you off guard but it makes sense and i agree! i had the same thought process. it’s a song ive listened to many many times but it occurred to me that it fits charmuro only recently! well-- maybe it’s more of a generic gundam feeling. i am also working on a “generic gundam feelings” playlist.. it’s still private though. it’s called anime ja nai :’)

And no, nothing ever really started with a kiss <- YEAH

I don't wanna make love I don't wanna make plans I don't want anyone to wanna hold my hand <- i don’t know if this makes me think more of char or amuro. and because of that it’s perfect

It begins in the places that we leave behind Every year that goes by a little less future on our minds These girls like to pretend they can't feel anything anymore (...........gundam women..........) Boys break like promises, but only behind closed doors (gundam men.......................)

∙ raise me up by hercules and love affair including an explanation of why i think this song is charmuro is difficult. it just is to me. just like truefalse/fakereal by the same band

My secret love Keeps me awake at night My secret love of the man My secret fight They put you down They pushed your face down They fucked you aver and around You kissed the ground You're the one I waited for your return I slept with rocks I slept with stones Stone was my home Energy Life danced right out of me When my father busted you free He also killed me <- kinda makes me think of zeon daikun dooming amuro ray to have an intense yaoi thing with his son. lol Oh raise me up To dance upon your head Oh raise me up To dance in the holes of your head <- !! Oh raise me up To dance in the cavities of Your eyes <- and this!!!!! i need more of this!!!!!!

∙ a beginner’s guide to destroying the moon by foster the people this song was suggested to me by my discover weekly and the lyrics instantly made me think of char and amuro. cca feelings

I can't blame you I can't save you But I will try for you and I For you and I, I won't find out All the dirty little things that you've done But I will try For you and I, I will breathe in All the truth I can stomach If it keeps you alive <-amuro (I would break you Before I let you fall into the blind For you and I) <- char We've changed the dreamers and the Preachers and the wise men on the hill To concrete stepping smilers terrified to lose their power and control We've been crying for a leader to speak like the old prophets The blood of the forgotten wasn't Spilled without a purpose, or was it? And now, I'm staring at the moon Wondering why the bottom fell out

and again:

To smash the wall of apathy Stop your self-importance And lift the weight off somebody else Yeah, you'll never be whole Yeah, you'll never be whole Until you lose control <- this is directed at both of them

∙ i might be wrong by radiohead major cca charmulalah feelings here...

I might be wrong I could have sworn I saw a light coming on I used to think There was no future left at all I used to think <- char (Open up, begin again Let's go down the waterfall Think about the good times and never look back Never look back) <- lalah What would I do? <- char What would I do? <- amuro If I did not have you? <- ooooooh yes! your lives were irreparably changed the day char stepped on side 7 in 0079 ∙ bleed by george clanton charmuro in its messiness, ugliness and intensity. i absolutely love the progression in the song. starting slow until it builds up to the explosion of kaleidoscopic sounds (that is not a proper way to describe a sound right? but i wouldn’t describe it any other way <3)

Someone else can make you happy Someone else can show you a good time A good time Someone else can say "I'm Sorry" Someone else can fight and tell you lies But not like I do Not like me Someone else can bite until you bleed Make you bleed Not like I do Not like me

∙ the man who sold the world (sung by midge ure. i just like that version better, sounds so ethereal. plus im a metal gear fan lmao) this song really evokes the change between masks char went through. amuro — there to see them all

Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long long time ago

Oh no, not me We never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world

(I gazed a gazely stare We walked a million hills I must have died alone A long, long time ago)

∙ day by bill callahan this is maybe one of the cheesiest songs in the playlist but i just love it so much. and. i mean. what is gundam without cheesiness? to me this songs feels a lot like a conversation between cca char and amuro. the kind of disdain towards the humanity that has reduced earth to such a wasteland planet vs the hope that humanity is indeed good and we must strive toward the light, even though it is so hard

Some people are a sickness on this land They're killing, they're taking They're stealing whatever they can Anything, anything, anything That is not bolted down Your life, your money, your heart, your faith, your bike

and then again:

Some would ask What are we to do With a world that crumbles to the touch? A world that spins and dies where it stands Like trying ain't enough?

but listen to me:

To family is all you can do And strive toward the light It's as dark as night Strive toward the light I know it's as dark as night I know it's as dark as night

It is day though

∙ la vita fa schifo by le feste antonacci umm haha italian moment. this playlist should have more italian moments and i am working on that. anyway the lyrics to this song is just life sucks life sucks life sucks life suckssss in various dramatic intonations. life did kinda suck for char and amuro right? lmao. i am the kinda person that says oh well la vita fa schifo over the smallest problems. i just thought it would be funny to think about char and amuro dying and both being like. well. la vita fa schifo. what the fuck was everyone’s problem.

∙ l’amour toujours by gigi d’agostino NOW HEAR ME OUT. this started as a meme between me and my partner. of putting this song over the credits of very dramatic movies. it’s because it was the credit song of uncut gems, it really stunned us the first time we finished that movie bc we joke about that song so much, it’s basically italy’s national anthem. so we joked about char’s counterattack ending and instead of beyond the time, l’amour toujours starts playing. po poporopo poporopo po poro po po poroporopo. but then also— you know what? the lyrics fits charmuro too. LMAO (delusional) I still believe in your eyes I just don't care what you have done in your life Baby, I'll always be here by your side Don't leave me waiting too long, Please come byI still believe in your eyes There is no choice, I belong to your life Because I will live to love you someday You'll be my baby and we'll fly away And I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you

basically the credits song of my playlist :')

um okay haha! i think i will stop for now bc this is a lot... thank you again for this ask!

#asks #i tried to color code some songs lines to make it more clear but tumblr editor suuuuuucks ass sorry OTL

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soulist-aurora · 4 years

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Moloko - Sing It Back Dancing girls by Hajin Bae Arts for 12 fold folding screen

#art #artwork #illlustration #drawing #linedrawing #hajin bae #Moloko #Sing It Back #music

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime – Five // Wanda Maximoff

chapter four | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter six

author’s note: dying of cramps but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging, so enjoy! x

Taking Wanda to Blackpool was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the past three days.

I kept telling myself that I had to remain calm, not make her feel uncomfortable with my obvious attraction to her, and to give her the best day out considering she'd never been before. It wasn't anything more than a girl spending time with her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I had to keep reminding myself that whenever I'd feel a stir of desire in my chest at the thought her pretty smile or intoxicating gaze.

My family were thrilled when they heard of my plans with Wanda. My parents were glad I was actually making an effort to get on with her, whilst my brother was excited I was becoming 'best friends', as he put it, with his fiancé. That one stung a little, the guilt pricking my insides, but I convinced myself that that was exactly what I was doing. It wasn't wrong if I didn't think of Wanda in any way but what she was. Right?

The weekend came around quickly enough, and on Saturday morning, I met with Wanda at the train station where she waiting for me with an enthusiastic smile.

"I brought my watercolours and sketchbook so I can paint what's there," she explained as we boarded the train. "I also bought a lot of pencils in case some snap. I'm gonna draw everything I see so I don't forget a single thing."

We slid into our seats and I smiled with admiration as she continued to ramble about all of the things she wanted to do today. She looked so lively when she spoke, her hands moving about frantically to express her excitement, and her lips permanently etched into a smile when she wittered on. I didn't mean to stare, but God, she looked beautiful.

"Thank you again for doing this," she finished, head turning to mine.

Now, I'd read and written many clichés of someone falling for someone else, particularly the moment they knew they were too far gone. It was hard to believe if they were true depictions of liking someone, but I liked reading and writing them.

It was now that I learnt that they were no exaggeration, for when she looked my way with a beaming smile and glowing green eyes, I knew it was too late. There was no going back for my attraction to Wanda.

"No need to thank me," I spoke slowly, surprised I could speak at all since she'd knocked the breath from my lungs. "I'm glad you're excited."

The journey was a few hours long and we made conversation the whole way. It was the longest I'd spent alone with her since meeting her and I was intrigued by everything she had to say, hanging onto every word with all of my attention. If that wasn't enough, her accent only made everything she said sound so much better. She was naturally soft-spoken, but syllables rolled off her tongue in a silky, raspy way with her accent entwined in her words. I loved it.

At one point, the topic of our families came up and I felt like my brother came up in almost every conversation I'd had with anyone who discussed family, so I took this as my opportunity to get to know hers instead.

"What's it like to have a twin?" I asked, leaning on my elbow as I watched her attentively.

She mirrored my action playfully, though answered my question. "It's just like having a normal sibling, except they're way more annoying."

I smiled, imaging just how annoying Pietro could be as a sibling.

"I love Pietro, but he's very frustrating at times," she spoke with a hint of endearment. "He constantly throws it in my face that's he's older than me by twelve minutes. As if that makes a difference."

A chuckle flew from my lips as she pouted at her own words.

"But he's also my best friend," she said with a sigh, like that fact was irritating in itself. "He knows me better than anyone and he's the easiest person for me to talk to. I don't have to hide anything from him." She paused, glancing upwards in thought. "Well, almost anything."

Pursing my lips, I wondered what she meant as she mumbled the last part, but didn't question it. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.

"So, you and your family moved to England when you were kids, right?" I tried to recall what my parents had told me of them. "From Sokovia."

"Yes, we were about..." She scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember. "Eight years old, I think?"

"Wow, that's young," I realised.

She hummed in agreement, smile fading as her eyes fell to her hands. "Yeah... I don't remember much, but there was a lot of unrest at the time. A war. It was dangerous for everyone and my parents were lucky to get us out when they did."

I frowned, knowing some of this already, but it was sadder to hear when it was coming from Wanda herself.

"Our extended family didn't make it out," she continued to explain, voice quieter. "I didn't know them much, my parents' siblings, so it's not that sad for me. Pietro, too. But it's strange to think, you know? Especially when all of your family are around with this wedding and–" She sighed, shaking her head and looking to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

I straightened up, reassuring her instantly. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. It's okay. I... I didn't know any of that. I'm glad you told me."

She nodded, though the regret was still present in her gaze.

"I'm sorry all of that happened," I expressed honestly, not looking away. "But I'm glad you're here, if it makes a difference. You– your family are good people."

A small, appreciative smile graced her lips. "Thank you."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off so she wouldn't notice the heat rising up my neck. "It's nothing... so Sokovia. You speak Russian and English. That's pretty bloody cool."

She laughed wholeheartedly and any hint of sadness disappeared from her face, reassuring me completely. I didn't like to see her sad, especially when there was nothing I could do to make her feel better that I knew of.

"I promise to teach you some Russian today," she said with amusement. "A few words, just to diversify your vocabulary."

"Gee, thanks."

Another laugh escaped her and I chewed on my lip to contain my grin. I could get used to that sound.

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When we reached Blackpool, Wanda was radiating with excitement. We couldn't make it two steps anywhere before she whipped out her sketchbook and began to sketch. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to capture everything she saw.

I was patient, since the reason we came was for her, and watched as she worked. It was cute, seeing her concentrate and trying to stop dancing around with excitement every time I showed her something new.

We walked along the promenade and dipped in and out of the shops, looking at the gifts and clothes they sold. We bought a few things to commemorate the trip, but then Wanda was quick to drag me back outside so she could sketch the view of the beach from where we were stood. The grin on her face was convincing enough for me to let her drag me wherever she wanted. She looked so happy and I didn't care about anything else.

Eventually, around lunchtime, we headed to a café to have a break from all the excitement. Or rather, a break from running around. For Wanda, it was a better opportunity to sit still and sketch some more.

"So, you're drinking what, Y/N?" she asked, not looking up from her sketches as she worked.

I looked at my tea and lowered the cup. "Er, tea?"

"In Russian," she instructed.

"Oh." I cleared my throat, remembering what she taught me earlier. "Chay."

"And what's in the chay?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine patiently. "The milk?"

"Moloko," I remembered, and the proud smile on her face reassured me I was correct. My shoulders relaxed as I returned her smile. "Thanks."

"You're a natural," she assured me, before looking back to her sketchbook. "I only taught you the words. You remembered it yourself. And before you know it, ty budesh' govorit' polnymi predlozheniyami na russkom."

My mouth opened with confusion, not knowing what she said. She seemed to realise as she chuckled at my expression.

"Never mind, milaya (darling)," she said with humoured eyes, before resuming her sketching.

I breathed out, taking another sip of my tea before grabbing a fork to dig into my pasta. As I chewed, I watched Wanda move her pencil effortlessly, creating lines that somehow resulted in a perfect drawing of the horizon.

"Do you only draw and paint landscapes?" I asked curiously.

"I can do portraits, too," she answered with a nod, glancing at me. "But they're never as good."

I gave her a knowing look. "I doubt that."

She merely smiled in response, eyes meeting mine for a moment, before shaking her head with amusement and looking back to her sketches. I chuckled, leaving her to it as I enjoyed my lunch and read the newspaper.

It was nice to just sit and enjoy each other's company as we did our own thing. I'd occasionally glance up to see Wanda focused on her drawing and smile, allowing myself to appreciate the sight, before looking back down to the paper and enjoying my pasta.

By the time I finished my food, as had Wanda, she straightened up and tore a page from her sketchbook. The noise pulled me from my reading and I looked up to see her holding the paper towards me.

I quirked a brow, but she simply shook the paper, signalling for me to take it. With confusion, I took it and became speechless when I saw what she'd drawn. It was me reading the paper, the exact view she must have had from being sat opposite me. It looked exactly like me, probably better since I knew I didn't look that good, and I was amazed at her talent all over again.

"You did this just now?" I asked with disbelief, looking up at her.

She shrugged and distracted herself with her pencil. "Yeah, it's not much. It's not my specialty."

I scoffed. "You're kidding. Wanda, this is amazing!"

Bashful smile on her lips, she glanced up at me. "Maybe it's the best portrait I've done. But I think that's down to my subject."

Even when she was embarrassed, she was still capable of turning the tables on me, leaving me a flustered mess. It was like her superpower. A very annoyingly cute superpower.

"That's what you look like y'know," she continued, nodding to the paper in my hand. "When you're focused on reading. You chew your lip with thought. And you get this little crease–" she pointed between her brows with a laugh, "–right here, and you seem to forget that anything else exists."

A sweet smile spread on her face as she tilted her head, watching me with intimidating eyes, very much aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You're very observant," I said, trying not to stutter, her gaze making me nervous. "Perfect skill for an artist."

She hummed in agreement, though didn't look away. "Mere artistic observation, right?"

My heart was hammering in her chest the longer she stared, especially when her words dawned on me. I'd said the exact same thing after she confronted me about picking her ring. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Just like the first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words and couldn't look away. She was compelling, beautiful and remarkable all at once.

—

"Nebo," I said, hoping it was the correct word for 'sky' in Russian, as Wanda had taught me.

She grinned. "Yes! And horizon?"

I pulled a face as I thought carefully. "Er...gorizont?"

"The student is soon to become the master," she said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing that was anything but the truth. I appreciated her encouragement though.

"Okay, before we head to the beach, we have to buy some rock," I told her, leading her to the stall on the promenade. "I got it last time and it's so good."

She furrowed her brows. "What's that?"

I smiled at her expression. "It's a sweet. Kind of like boiled sugar that's formed into a stick of, well, rock."

She didn't seem convinced. "If you say it's good, I trust you, I guess..."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the stall. "You'll love it."

After getting two sticks of rock for Wanda and I, we began to walk to the sand. I glanced at the brunette, wanting to see her reaction. She eyed the hard candy before attempting to bite it, a small piece breaking off at the top. Crunching on it, she scrunched her nose up.

"It's hard," she noted, swallowing the piece. "Tasty, though."

"It's better if you suck on it, love," I let her know with a hidden smile. "Tastes much better."

She did as I said, beginning to suck on the top, and seemed to enjoy it more. Giving me a thumbs up as she sucked it, I couldn't help but laugh again. She looked adorable, so I left her to it and did the same as we walked along the sand and towards the benches in the distance.

Like a child experiencing something for the first time, she began to point excitedly at Blackpool Tower and the ferris wheel in the distance and I just kept nodding along, letting her get excited because it made my heart skip a beat every time she flashed me a smile.

When we reached the benches, I was glad that today wasn't a busy day. It wasn't exactly tourist season, so the beach was scarce of anyone but residents of the town. And even then, our side of the beach was pretty empty, giving us first dibs on a bench that wasn't broken or uncomfortable.

Settling on it, Wanda pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged so she could lean on them and pull out her watercolours. I sat beside her and leaned back, inhaling the salty air and exhaling peacefully. I never had much reason to visit here apart from when my parents took my brother and I on the occasional trip, but it was nice to appreciate the sound of the ocean washing over the sand and the seagulls squawking in the sky. A big difference compared to back home.

Another silence formed between us as she painted the water ahead, and I couldn't help but glance her way, watching her pucker her lips with concentration. All she'd wanted was this and I was glad I could finally give it to her.

So she wouldn't notice, I looked away and stared out at the blue expanse of ocean before me. I should have been appreciating its beauty, but all I could think about was how it was no contest to the girl sat beside me.

"I'm really glad you brought me here today," she said out of the blue after a while, "but I wouldn't have said yes if I'd known you would be bored."

I looked to her and saw she was still preoccupied by her painting. "I'm not bored. We came here so you could see the water and find some new subjects to paint. And that's exactly what we're doing."

She sighed, looking up at me with a questioning glance.

Smiling reassuringly, I said, "I like the quiet. And I like watching you work. You look happy. It's good to see."

She tensed her jaw, stifling a smile, but her eyes said it all. She was grateful. Of course, her eyes were also very easy to get lost in, even if she didn't mean for me to. And right now, under the sun, I found myself drowning in pools of blue.

"What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile on her face.

Stupidly, I felt compelled to tell her the truth. "I'm thinking about how you have really pretty eyes."

Attempting to make me flustered yet again, her favourite hobby by now I was guessing, she raised a brow teasingly. "Oh, really?"

It didn't bother me this time though, as I maintained eye contact and felt my heart swelling with adoration. "Yes. It's like you hold all the elements in a single gaze."

Her smile faded and that's when I realised what I'd said, my heart dropping to my stomach in an instant. Swallowing hard, I looked away and shook my head. An apology was waiting on the tip of my tongue when she spoke with realisation.

"It was you."

I glanced her way nervously. "What was?"

She was staring like her mind was working something out and I was the missing piece. "The letter that Y/B/N gave me last week. He wrote the exact same thing. What you just said."

My brows knitted together with confusion, then it hit me. The love letter Y/B/N wrote. The one he assured me was for his own eyes. He'd given it to her. And I'd just gone and said the exact thing he'd written on it, no doubt passing it off as is his own words.

"Th–that wasn't me," I got out, shaking my head slowly. "I didn't even know he gave you a letter, Wanda."

She continued to watch me, eyes squinting with scepticism. I swallowed hard under her gaze, trying to think of how I could come back from this. But apparently I didn't have to, because she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

My mind was foggy when her fingers rested behind my neck, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes, melting at her touch, and began to kiss her back, moving my lips against hers. She was slow and gentle with me, her lips as soft as they looked and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. I could have kissed her forever and been content, but my brain finally caught up to my actions and I reluctantly pulled away, stunned.

Glancing around to make sure nobody saw us – there was literally nobody here – I caught my breath and looked back to Wanda. Her eyes were drawn to my lips before they flickered to meet mine, darkened with desire.

"Why did you do that?" was all I could think to ask, and I was acutely aware of her fingers still grasping my neck, the skin burning where her tips grazed.

She licked her swollen lips, expression softening. "I think I've been falling for the wrong Y/L/N."

My lips pressed together, missing the feeling of hers against them. Never in a million years did I expect her to say something like that. I thought she'd been teasing me this whole time, but now, maybe there was truth to her actions.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked apprehensively.

"What?"

She swallowed. "What you said about my eyes. Did you mean it?"

Well, she'd kissed me, so there was no going back now.

I nodded, noticing the hesitance in her eyes. "Yes... you're beautiful, Wanda."

She didn't say anything and the silence was deafening. I almost wanted to run back home and pretend this never happened, but that was the cowardly side of me. The other side, the disbelieving side, wanted to stay here with her and keep living in this little bubble we'd created.

"Can I kiss you again?" she finally spoke, eyes flickering between mine for confirmation.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly, and she didn't waste another second as she leaned in once again. This time, I wasn't so surprised, so I kissed her back quickly, trying not to think about how wrong this was. How I'd been taught that this was wrong. Because I refused to believe this was wrong, that it was a sin, when it felt so damn right.

Wanda felt right.

—

When I got home later that afternoon, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

Wanda was all that was on my mind. Everything about her was floating around up there – the contagiousness of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the taste of her lips. When I left this morning, I wasn't expecting to return with– well, I wasn't sure what we were, but we'd decided to give whatever this was a go.

Of course, she was still engaged to my brother, but I tried not to think about that. She made me happy and maybe in a different lifetime we could have been together, but this was the wrong lifetime which meant I'd have to make some wrong decisions, this possibly being one of them.

The guilt was still present, but the adoration I had for Wanda overpowered it. The fact that she actually liked me back was too thrilling for me to even concern myself with the lack of future this relationship would have. I just wanted to enjoy what we had whilst we had it, even if it meant being together in secret.

"So, how did your trip go?" my mum asked me when I returned, looking up from her knitting.

I stifled my grin the best I could. "It was fun. Wanda loved the seaside."

My mother seemed pleased as she smiled my way. "Y/N, that's great. You know, I'm really proud of you for making an effort with her. It means a lot to everyone."

"Mhm."

"She's going to be your sister-in-law after all," she continued knowingly, "so it's good you're spending time with her. Maybe you could do it more."

I hummed in agreement, my heart fluttering at the possibility of spending more time with Wanda. "Yeah, that could be good."

"Go on upstairs, you must be tired from the travelling," she said after a moment, noticing my distant headspace. "I'm glad you had fun today."

Wanda's smile appeared in my mind again, her lips ghosting my own. I sighed contently.

"Me, too."

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen #marvel #marvel imagine

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Do you ship YA BOIS (spam n wick?) with anyone? Slowly the internet becomes less full of romance obsessed shippers like myself,,, and fair nuf love to see you take care of that BOi—- but just—- curwious—

Me.

I ship them with me.

For real tho.... I don't really ship much anymore. So outside of self indulgence of myself, I don't really ship them with anyone..??

I've liked art with Spamton shipped with Swatch, Queen, Addisons, Rouxls, Jevil (this one is hilarious, canon be darned). But I don't ship it, personally. The art is either really cute or really funny and just makes me smile either way and you just can't go wrong with that.

Wikstrom on the other hand. I'd like to thank a good friend of mine for introducing me to their rp shenanigans with the character and the thought of Wikstrom with Bruno. It's adorable and hilarious and very pure. I wish my Knight the best of luck lol

......Also I jokingly, and I do mean jokingly, put him with an oc of mine, an elite four member and ballet dancer named Moloko from my Russian Pokemon Region! The thought of the encounter was just too funny not to draw lol but it's not serious.

But yeah. Anyways. That's my full and serious answer.

#I am a sucker for romance ships tho ough... I am such a hopeless romantic my friend #romance is mostly what I read at all when looking for something to read in general on those rare occasions djsjfkdjgsjfbs #'gosh wish that were me' 'what I would give to have that' I say to myself as I read something really gut wrenchingly romantic/sweet #..... I am a lonely little ghoul haha

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...turn of the wheel

A/N: Series level is 18+/minors DNI This is the start of my second series that revolves around the arrival of my OC Kari MacOrish in the MCU. No serious warnings here beyond some cinematic battles, Irish mythological beasts and cute Halloween kids.

The "wheel" in the title refers to the Celtic Wheel of the Year. The stories in this series will be tied to holidays, both Celtic and non-Celtic, and other events from the time before Infinity War.

All Irish phrases done with Google Translate

Word count: 4.7K

Image credit: Image by Here and now, unfortunately, ends my journey on Pixabay from Pixabay

Samhain, or the night The Avengers met The Cupcake Lady

You had spent a lot of your life, long as it was, doing all sorts of things to make money.

Sometimes you were a mercenary.

Sometimes you were a wandering healer.

Sometimes you were a singer.

Once or twice you tried your hand at being a reporter, but the last time at The Daily Bugle left a sour taste in your mouth, so you fell back on the one thing you truly loved--baking.

Your brother Keir, a wizard when it came to investing, had left the family with a decent amount of money in its coffers before he died, so you used some of it to buy an old bakery space in Manhattan. It was close to a lot of major office buildings, so, you figured, foot traffic was likely going to be pretty good.

It was also close to the one piece of Manhattan real estate that interested you the most: Avengers Tower.

You contracted workers to help clean and renovate the space, and then you found a good group of chefs, counter help and front of store staff to help you make the place one that would draw people in. And in a city where kitschy names were king, you had one that, you hoped, would draw a crowd: Cutie Pie-Tutti Bakery & Café.

While anyone that knew you had magic abilities might assume you would use them to make things work, that was not your style. The food had to be real and not conjured up, the service friendly and the word-of-mouth advertising could not be coerced.

You made sure to give food and help to the local hospitals, schools, police and fire stations, and a little piece on your shop in New York magazine led someone to your door you never expected to see.

You had thought Clint Barton might stroll in for a coffee and a donut, or maybe Natasha Romanoff might place an order for the Ptichye Moloko, or Bird’s Milk Cake, that your new server Sergei recommended be added to the menu once a group of UN delegates mentioned it to him on a recent visit.

Nope. The visitor was none other than Pepper Potts. The CEO of Stark Industries was not someone you’d have expected to walk into the 1940s/1950s style eatery with the red vinyl upholstered chairs and vintage linoleum tables and countertops. Movie posters and photos of sports stars from the New York teams lined the walls, and the music was more classic than anything, although those classics did include some of your favorite tunes from the 1960s and 1970s. The juke box was digital, though. Not everything could be vintage.

To be honest, you’d hoped Steve Rogers would wander in so you could talk to him, but that had not happened yet. You didn’t want to drop like an atomic bomb into the man’s life unless you absolutely had to do so. He was Captain America after all, and you were not too sure he’d believe your backstory after all these years. You also had no clue if he knew Bucky Barnes was alive or not, and that was something he needed to know, but he also needed to be told carefully. You never liked making gut punches, and this would have been the king of them all.

While your hostess, Michelle, made sure that customers were seated quickly, she also gave you the heads up that Potts had walked in. Yes, many of your staff were gifted in ways no one would guess, so the mental “tap” was most appreciated.

“Ms. Potts?” you asked as you saw Pepper checking out a large order of glittering purple "50 is the new 30!" cupcakes on the counter being picked up for an Upper East Side birthday party, “Can I help you?”

“The Cupcake Lady, right?” Potts asked as you nodded back to her. “Tony won’t believe I actually got to meet you. He had one of your creations at the event you did for the mayor’s office, and he snagged one for me. They are so good!”

“Thank you, I have one of the best staffs here in the city, and I am very proud of their work,” you said as you pointed to the group of men and women who were keeping things moving in the kitchen.

“And that’s why I’m here,” Pepper said as she looked at another tray of decorated cupcakes being put into boxes. “The Avengers are hosting a party on Halloween for some local children’s groups, and we’d love to have your cupcakes as some of the goodies for the event.”

“The Avengers? Wow, that is truly an honor after all they did to save New York,” you said as some of your staff crowded closer to where you were chatting with Potts. “Let me grab my iPad so you can see what we have to offer. We can make sure that all items are clearly marked to avoid problems with allergies. We can work with whatever your guidelines are.”

“I knew you’d be the best place to check after everything Tony said about that event,” Pepper continued to say as she looked through your menu. Cristiano, your head pastry chef, was beaming as Pepper went over the lengthy list of treats. You gave him a big thumbs up before seeing what Potts was planning to order.

Cutie Pie-Tutti was not the only bakery being contracted for this event, and that was fine by you. Your operation was not the biggest in town, so spreading out the work to several places made a lot more sense. The main goal had been getting this contract for your staff because it meant a financially merrier holiday season ahead for them, and for you, well, it could change everything and put you back into the world you belonged to more than this one. You’d be back in the good fight once more, and for the first time in ages, you’d be fighting alongside other like-minded souls. You hadn’t experienced that too often since your last siblings died.

Halloween morning arrived, and the staff was busy packing all the cupcakes in boxes. “Please make sure the boxes with the special ones for The Avengers are marked and kept to the side. I want to hand those over personally,” you said to Adrianna, another mystic who had gotten her life upended when she moved to New York with promises of fame and fortune on Broadway. A lot of your staff was made up of mystics, fairies, elves and others who fell into the gray areas of life in the modern human world. Some came from the city, while others came from Ireland, Russia, Chile, Nigeria and Taiwan. You loved the vibrancy that all these souls brought to your bakery/café. It made it feel more like home.

“Hey! Excuse me!” a tall, slightly disheveled man in a dark suit said as he made his way back to the kitchen. “I’m Happy Hogan, Ms. Potts’ head of security. I wanted to give you the security passes for the event.”

“Ah! Mr. Hogan! Thank you,” you said as you took the passes and then handed the man one of the Halloween Specials that had been set aside for your usual last minute customers. The cupcake was devil’s food filled with a creamy center, and the crimson frosting was a wonderful blood orange-flavored sweet concoction. It was topped off with a marzipan Jack O’Lantern. “Happy Halloween, Mr. Hogan!”

“Oh wow! Pepper is going to be jealous! Happy Halloween!” he said as he exited through the front door and went back to his waiting car.

“OK, everyone who is going tonight, here are your passes,” you said as you handed out the very techy Stark lanyards and badges. “The rest of you, when we leave, head home. Thank you all for what you did to make this possible! We’ll be closed tomorrow so you can recuperate from all this. A blessed Samhain to you all! Happy Halloween!”

“Boss, are you going to talk to the Captain tonight?” Cristiano said as he closed up another box before handing it off to the crew filling the racks in the bakery van and the rented truck you got for the event. Cristiano was from Spain, a friend of Michelle’s and the best baker you had seen in ages upon ages. “I hope it all works out.”

“All I know is that Thor won’t be there, so I’ll have to see if Steve is around. He should be, but if he isn’t, I’ll just keep my head down as much as I can. I plan to go in costume anyway, so I can blend in and get out of sight if I need to,” you replied as you looked at the bag with your costume. You prayed this was not the stupidest choice in the world, but it seemed, at the time anyway, a fun nod to what you really were.

Daryl, the driver who usually made deliveries for you around the city, had kindly held off going to a party with his friends to help you get the food to Avengers Tower. When you got out of the van, you immediately regretted the slightly goofy Samantha Stevens costume from “Bewitched,” the TV show from the 60s that you used to watch all the time. It was a little black dress, a pointed hat and a broom. It was a bit minimalist, but it was either that or Glinda the Good Witch from “The Wizard of Oz,” and that big poofy dress would have been hell to wear in the front seat of that van!

You had to hold in a chuckle as you saw various Avengers members in their Halloween garb. Clint Barton, the man called Hawkeye, was James Bond. Col. James Rhodes was standing next to Tony Stark, and both men had decided that the “Miami Vice” duo of Crockett and Tubbs was a good idea. Pepper Potts had opted for Marilyn Monroe’s “Seven Year Itch” dress, and Stark kept nudging her to stand over a subway grating to get it to fan out like it had in the movie. Natasha Romanoff had not arrived yet, and neither had Steve Rogers. The fact Steve was a no-show was something you’d deal with later.

“Oh! The Cupcake Lady!” Sam Wilson, also known as The Falcon, said as he came up with Wanda Maximoff and The Vision. Wilson was dressed up as a player for the New Orleans Saints football team, while Maximoff and Vision went as a couple of hippies or generic singers from a 1960s variety show. They had on love beads, tunic tops and bell bottom jeans. They also both looked a bit lost, and that made you feel bad. You knew how it felt to be in a new place, and sometimes it sucked.

“Hey there! Great costume choice! I may not be a Who Dat Diva, but I think that rocks!” you said to Wilson as you opened up one of the special Avengers cupcake boxes. You actually did follow football a bit, a habit you picked up from some of your work crew. “These are for the team. Enjoy, and Happy Halloween!”

As you grabbed the second box of the Avengers specials, you turned to Potts and Stark with a big smile on your face. “Monster Mash” was playing on the sound system from the Tower, and all the kids seemed to be having a blast. Tiny Hulks, Black Widows, Elsas, ghosts and bumblebees, along with miniature first responders of all kinds were lining up to get their goodies, and that made you so happy. You even saw a kid dressed as Groot, and it was amazing to see the detail he had put into his costume. You may have loved Yule more, but nothing beat seeing the kids on Halloween.

Then you noticed that Stark and Potts weren’t feeling the joy of the holiday. The look of concern on their faces made you do a double take. The area was filling with fog, and there was howling in the streets around the tower. It was apparently not part of the party festivities.

“Uhm, you better get the kiddie poos out of here, Pepper,” Stark said as he suddenly ditched the TV detective costume and stepped into a waiting Iron Man armor. “Cupcake Lady, you may want to do the same.”

A screaming child ran past you and straight into the legs of the newly arrived Black Widow. “Headless…” the child said before she clamored into Romanoff’s arms.

You turned and saw what the girl was talking about.

“Hey, Ichabod! Go back to Sleepy Hollow!” Stark yelled as a very Irish spectre, a Dullahan, sat on a horse, holding its severed head in one hand and a sword in the other.

“The damned thing won’t listen to you,” you grumbled as you got between it and Stark. “He’s looking for souls to take back with him. And he didn’t come alone.”

Sure, the Dullahan was going to be a nightmare to dispatch, but what scared you more was what was behind the Dullahan.

It seemed that someone with a very big jones for Irish mythology had gone and let out every type of beastie in the book. You were lucky you hadn’t seen a banshee yet, but you would not bet the ranch that one would not come onto the scene, screaming bloody murder as she looked for a new victim.

“Ms. Cupcake Lady, can I call you Cupcake? You really should go inside…” Stark started to say as Wilson moved up behind you to get you out of the battlefield.

Oh, were they in for a surprise!

As more kids came running toward the building and away from the pack of demons, creatures and anything else that some demented wizard conjured up for the night, you took a deep breath and made a run at the insanity in front of you, your tacky costume suddenly replaced by your armor of office—a gunmetal base suit with gleaming gold and silver chest plate, bracers and leg coverings.

“Pepper, why is your culinary expert over there beheading a demon?” Rhodes asked as he snapped down the visor of his War Machine armor. “Where did you find her? In that Off Broadway Buffy musical? Or was she roaming around in the Village? I know. Medieval Times out in Jersey!”

“Wait. She’s not listening to us. We’re The Avengers,” Stark spouted before dodging the head that had been in the Dullahan’s hand. Well, half of the head anyway. You had cleaved it in half and set the remainder on fire, tossing it into a pack of demons that somehow followed the Dullhan out of the spirit realm.

“I take it you lot haven’t fought demons before?” you shouted back to the assembled Avengers as you spun around and jammed a sword into the center face of what looked like a three-headed dragon known as an Ellén Trechend back home. “Tonight is not the night to be in training on your own. Anyone who can fly, you better get airborne…”

“Excuse me, Cupcake, but you don’t call audibles on this,” Stark groaned before he saw the great battle hound Failinis charging at Romanoff. It looked like a demented version of the Irish wolfhounds that marched in the parade route on St. Patrick’s Day.

“Did you say demons? Aren’t the two legged ones bad enough? Where did these come from anyway?” Black Widow asked before she shot the Failinis in the head.

“I’m guessing a rogue wizard decided to open a hellmouth for Samhain. I’ve seen it before. When you next speak to Thor, ask him. I’m pretty sure he’ll remember that day well, if not all that fondly,” you said as you tried to survey the situation. The fog was getting worse, and you feared The Avengers would get sucked into some demon’s maw if you didn’t help them out fast.

But that momentary check of the battlefield didn’t last long as the Dullahan tried to retrieve the flaming portion of its head, making a return run at some of the party goers in the process.

“Today of all days!” you spouted before deciding you needed to finish off the Dullahan first. “If any of you would like to lend a hand, now would be a great time to start!"

Potts, who had come back out after the last of the children were ushered inside to relative safety, still seemed a bit dumbstruck by what she saw. “Who are you? I mean really?” she asked as you lifted off the ground and made another dive at the Dullahan.

“She’s Red Sonja!” one of the kids, this one dressed as Buzz Lightyear, yelled from the doorway of the Tower.

“No, she’s Artemis, like in the comics!” a tiny ballerina shouted before you turned in mid-air, waved your left hand and carefully shut the doors to the Tower with a sigil lock.

“Have any of you heard of The Morrigan, the Irish battle goddess?” you asked knowing full well they likely had not.

“The Morrigan?” Falcon asked as the head of the Dullahan’s horse soon landed on the ground with a thud right by his feet. “What the hell?”

“Sorry, but I have to get that damned thing out of the way!” you yelled as you leaped up and cut the Dullahan in half. “Please, this city needs you all tonight. You want a crash course in demonology and demon fighting? I can do it on the fly. But I can’t do this alone.”

You would have preferred doing a telepathic link with everyone, but there was too much going on. You didn't have the time to explain such links to the team, and any mental intrusions would likely just make them think you were the bad guy all along. And how the heck would it work on Vision anyway? He wasn’t human to begin with.

“I can bless your weapons. I can talk you all through this. Please. We need to get them out of here before things get worse. You do not want to see Fomorian giants strolling through midtown. I’ve fought them. Not fun.”

Falcon was the first to take you up on the request for help. “Cupcake Lady, you can tell me you’re a backup singer for The Foo Fighters, and I’d believe it,” he said as he programmed Redwing, his drone, to make a strafing run at a pack of fuath, or Scottish water demons, which had crawled out of a manhole. “What are those things?”

“Water demons, but they are not Irish, so I am not sure what playbook their maniac leader is using!” you shouted back to Falcon as you turned to see War Machine and Iron Man both going after an oversized buggane, a cousin of the more common troll that was just as vicious. “Falcon, where is Captain America? We could use his shield right about now.”

“He’s away on a mission,” Wilson replied, and you mulled over how to respond to his comment. Telling him your story seemed pretty much a no-go, so you simply nodded back to him before an arrow flew past your head and into the chest of another buggane before it exploded. It was a good thing the Avengers’ James Bond that night was also their archer.

“I am going to put the head of the lunatic who started this on a pike for all to see!” you shouted as you flew higher into the night sky to see if you could figure out where these things were coming from.

“Cersei Lannister, a bit too graphic, or was that just a bad joke?” Stark asked as he flew around another buggane and sent a volley of small rockets at the damned thing. “You hang around with Jon Snow a little too long?”

“Friends of mine were the inspiration for most of the modern fantasy literature they now make into TV shows,” you huffed as you banked, trying to decide how to get these damned things back to the gateway they exited from. You’d keep flying without the wings for the moment. They’d likely just get cut to ribbons anyway, and you didn’t want to reveal everything tonight because Steve was away.

“Falcon, can your friend Redwing do some recon to see where these things crawled out from?” you asked as you suddenly stopped as a roar shook the buildings nearby. “No, not tonight!”

“I think this thing is worse than the headless guy,” Black Widow said as she pointed toward a plume of smoke and fire lighting up a small newsstand near the Tower. It was also worse than the Ellén Trechend that was in play before. You muttered under your breath in Irish as you felt the ground shake beneath your feet.

“How the hell did that thing get loose? Saint Murrough O'Heaney was supposed to have banished it to Lough Foyle until Judgement Day,” you grumbled as the Lig-na-Paiste, the last great dragon of Ireland, raised its head and blew fire at the buildings around the Tower. It then turned toward the Avengers, ready to set off another fiery blast, but soon a wall of debris came between it and them. Wanda Maximoff had been busy while you were getting covered in ichor.

“I know it might not last long, but it was worth a shot,” the Sokovian said in her accented English as Vision stayed close by her so none of the smaller demons would take her down.

“Thank you,” you said to Maximoff before turning back to Wilson. “Falcon, any luck?” you asked as he called up the video being broadcast by Redwing. He showed it to you, and you wanted to smack your head into a wall as you saw the Fomorian giant Balor. He had one eye, reddish skin and leathery demons wings, and he was as evil as they came. His gaze would also kill anyone it touched, so keeping it from getting to the Tower became your sole objective.

“Look, Falcon, Sam. What your drone just showed us is way out of The Avengers skill set, but right now I don’t have any other choice…” you said as you swallowed hard and looked at the collection of demonic nonsense clogging the streets of Manhattan. “When you see Steve, please tell him you saw Red, and let him know I had to give Dum Dum back his hat, OK?”

You turned to head back into the fight, but Wilson stopped you. “Look, I have no idea what that all means. I’ll tell him. But you are not going into this by yourself. I don’t care if you think you are an Irish battle goddess or not…”

“I am her avatar. That is not a lie,” you said as you did your best to get your head back into the present and not let it wander to the past. “I am going to sound insane,” you said as you turned around and looked at the group before you. “Please let this work.”

Words flew from your lips in Irish as green energy runes and sigils swirled around your hands. “Bealtaine an rud atá ar eolas agam," you said. It meant, "May what I know be what you know,” and they were the last words you said as a wave of emerald energy washed over The Avengers. “It will wear off once this fight is over. I need to get to Balor, and maybe I can lead that big eejit away with me,” you said to Falcon as your sword gave way to a double-headed battle axe as you ran in front of the Lig-na-Paiste, and with every step, you became more The Morrigan and less the girl from County Kildare. But this time she held back the full-force show and let you retain the form that was less likely to scare The Avengers or their guests. {{Thank you, Phantom Queen}} you thought as you watched the newly-enhanced team push the horde of creatures back toward Times Square and the hole they crawled out of this time. You weren’t an Avenger, but for a few more minutes, they would be part of the Seven Nations Army, the greatest fighting force of Celts the world had ever seen.

“Remind me not to read any scary stories tonight to the kiddos,” Stark said as he sent a repulsor blast at more of the lesser demons that had been terrorizing tourists and New Yorkers alike. “You are kidding me. These freakshows picked a spot near the Jekyll and Hyde Club? How tacky.”

“Tony, I don’t care if they win the prize for tacky,” Rhodes replied as he flew close to the Lig-na-Paiste and sent a barrage of rockets at it to guide it back toward the gateway. “And why does this remind me of that last Ghostbusters movie?”

“Mr. Stark, Wanda and I will do crowd control to clear the path,” Vision said as the duo worked as a unit to get more people out of the area.

“And where did Xena…well, I’ll be damned,” Stark said as he saw the top of your head as you dodged in and out of a group around the Fomorian Balor. Falcon was on your six, and you were very glad to have him there.

You also realized no one here had ever met anyone from the Sanctum Sanctorum yet. You could have used their help right now, but that was not to be at the moment.

“Cupcake, what do we do to get the big dragon off the street?” Falcon shouted as you took your axe and swung it at Balor. Your blessing was holding, and the team remained safe for the moment.

"That didn't work!" Black Widow shouted as she watched Balor flexing his massive wings. The cyclops laughed as your axe missed him until he turned to see you had ripped open his portal and had made it unstable. Anything with full-on magic in its soul, good or evil, was going to be sucked inside that void thanks to your deliberate near miss.

“Just herd it toward the rip and get everyone on your team out of here!” you yelled back to Falcon as you felt the portal pulling you inside as well. “Thank you all!”

Suddenly you felt a line zip out and wrap around your wrist. Black Widow was trying to keep you anchored so you didn’t get pulled in. You swung your axe to cut it, and you could tell the Widow was a tad miffed. “Natasha, thank you, but I need to see this through. Just make sure the kids are all safe. I’ve been doing this for 1,500 years. One more ride into the black won’t kill me. I have too much to do.”

{{If only you knew}} you thought to yourself as you looked up to see Hawkeye perched on the corner of the Jekyll and Hyde Club sending arrow volleys toward Balor and his crew, taking out several of them before they were sucked into the portal.

Then you noticed Wanda getting pulled toward it as well. Your blessing was now a curse, and you had to fix that fast. “Take the Celts only, and release The Avengers,” you whispered as the group, except for Maximoff, stopped in their tracks. {{And not her. Not now}} you thought as Vision, at that very moment, looped his arms around Wanda to hold her fast.

As Iron Man and War Machine pushed the Lig-na-Paiste back into the portal with repulsor blasts and arms fire, the gateway started to close, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you let it pull you backward. You knew you’d be back eventually. And right now the thought of a few days in Ireland was not a bad one. You had to figure out which rogue from your long list of interlopers caused this. That was going to take a bit of work.

“Go raibh maith agat. Thank you,” you said as you bowed to The Avengers. “May the ancestors watch over you this Samhain night. Until the world calls on us again…” With a flash of green, the portal closed, and your allies stood on the other side looking at where the gateway had been, and you could hear Sam Wilson muttering the words “Dum Dum’s hat” as you ran after Balor.

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Sweden playlist

Goodness! The Swedish Chef is deliriously pleased with this Sweden playlist. Det här är otroligt! It’s not far off 350 songs. Can we get there? I think so. (I tried to get songs by Retaliation and 10,000 years, but maybe later when someone puts up those songs on Youtube). This is epic!

What songs and bands have I overlooked for this? I bet there’s plenty. Sweden is just oozing with so much talent and so many great bands. Listen to the playlist here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HqTl9SJKkER2dKbR2NWkE Add your songs and suggestions. Tack! SWEDEN

001 The Muppet Show - Swedish Chef goes bezerk in the kitchen 002 Grand Magus - Fear Is The Key 003 In Flames - Pinball Map 004 Entombed - Like This With The Devil 005 Soilwork - Figure Number Five 006 The Divine Comedy - Sweden 007 Bathory - Reaper 008 ABBA - Take a Chance On Me 009 Therion - Gothic Kabbalah 010 Moloko - Indigo 011 Katatonia - I Break 012 Opeth - The Baying Of The Hounds 013 Sabaton - Carolus Rex 014 Europe - Scream Of Anger 015 Jean-Louis Aubert - Stockholm 016 Blues Pills - Jupiter 017 Amon Amarth - The Pursuit of Vikings 018 Triakel - Alla Gossar (Swedish folk music ) 019 Arcana - As the End Draws Near 020 Kenta Guldkorn - Stockholm 021 Tiamat - Whatever That Hurts 022 AVATARIUM - The Starless Sleep 023 Spiritual Beggars - Star Born 024 Dismember - Dreaming In Red 025 Lasse Berghagen - Pomperipossa 026 In Solitude - Sister 027 Sahg III - Baptism of Fire 028 Ebba Grön - Mona Tumbas Slim Club 029 Nightingale - The Dreamreader 030 Roxette - Dressed For Success 031 Ghost - Rats 032 Yngwie J. Malmsteen – Far Beyond The Sun 033 Candlemass - Crystal Ball 034 Bathory - Under The Runes 035 Orup - Stockholm 036 Katla - Embryo 037 Pugh Rogefeldt - hog farm 038 Trees of Eternity - Gallows Bird (feat. Nick Holmes) 039 Paatos - Shame 040 THE STRANGLERS - SWEDEN 041 Katatonia - Brave 042 Brighter Death Now - No Salvation 043 Nationalteatern - Livet är en fest 044 Meshuggah - Bleed 045 Sir Douglas Quintet - Meet Me In Stockholm 046 Ulf Lundell - Stockholm City 047 In Mourning - Fire & Ocean 048 Dark Tranquillity - The Science Of Noise 049 Blue Swede - Hooked On a Feeling 050 Clawfinger - The Truth 051 John Coltrane - Dear Old Stockholm 052 The Hellacopters - In The Sign Of The Octopus 053 Hypocrisy - a coming race 054 Carola - Mig Var Du Står 055 Bloodbath - Let The Stillborn Come To Me 056 Vapnet - Stockholm sett snett uppifran 057 Mercy - Im Your Pervert Priest 058 The Spotnicks - Hava Nagila 059 Vanhelgd - Allt Hopp ar Fobi 060 Mammoth Storm - Fornjot 061 Vomitory - redemption 062 Entrails - No Cross Left Unturned 063 Virna Lindt - Attention Stockholm 064 Night - Fire Across the Sky 065 Dungen dar - Har du vart i Stockholm 066 The Hives - Hate To Say I Told You So 067 Sabaton - Gott Mit Uns 068 Svante Thuresson Och Totta Näslund - Stockholm Sweetnin' 069 Lake of Tears - To Blossom Blue 070 Scott Walker - The Seventh Seal 071 Garmarna - Vänner och fränder 072 Stockholms Negrer - Det förlovade landet 073 Thåström - Ballad om en gammal knarkare 074 The Haunted - Godpuppet 075 Ordo Equilibrio - The First Harvest 076 Therion - The Dreams Of Swedenborg 077 VINTERSORG - Fjällets mäktiga mur 078 Aeon - Aeons Black 079 Arckanum - Trulmælder 080 Edge of Sanity - Enigma 081 Scar Symmetry - The Illusionist 082 Tribulation - Melancholia 083 Witchcraft - It's Not Because Of You 084 At The Gates - At The Gates 085 Unleashed - The One Insane 086 Candlemass - ancient dreams 087 Hasse Andersson - Guld och grona skogar 088 Crucified Barbara - Electric Sky 089 Evergrey - The Grand Collapse 090 Lord Belial - Bleed on the Cross 091 Hedningarna - Räven 092 Dismember - Pieces (with intro) 093 Entombed - Sinners Bleed 094 MUSE - Stockholm Syndrome 095 Bathory - Valhalla 096 Gösta Berlings Saga - The Shortcomings Of Efficiency 097 Tiamat - The Ar 098 Oz - Turn the cross upside down 099 Grand Magus - I Am The North 100 Soilwork - Light The Torch 101 Spiritual Beggars - Fools Gold 102 Stuck In Motion - Moon 103 Cult of Luna - Receiver 104 Arcana - A Cage 105 Memento Mori - The Seeds of Hatred 106 Wolfbrigade - Barren Dreams 107 Dr Zeke - Jag Ska Aldrig Dö 108 Yngwie Malmsteen - gimme gimme gimme (your lust after midnight) 109 Arch Enemy - Pilgrim 110 Torch - Watcher Of The Night 111 Magic - Vi drar på disco 112 Refused - Elektra 113 Grave - Into The Grave 114 Lädernunnan - Ensam I Natt 115 The Orchard Enterprises - Fear Might Harm Self 116 Suma - Swordlord 117 Kulning - Ancient Swedish herdingcall 118 Bob Hund - Ska du hanga med Na 119 Dark Funeral - As One We Shall Conquer 120 Disfear - Get it off 121 Ghost - From The Pinnacle To The Pit 122 Morbus Chron - Chains 123 Heavy Load - Traveller 124 Therion - Tuna 1613 125 Entombed - Left Hand Path 126 Hearse - Mountain of the Solar Eclipse 127 Monolord - The Last Leaf 128 Night Viper - The Wolverine 129 Agrimonia - A World Unseen 130 Jonathan Hultén - Nightly sun 131 Diabolical Masquerade - Blackheim's Quest To Bring Back The Stolen Autumn 132 Army Of Lovers - Crucified 133 Dissection - Where Dead Angels Lie 134 Noctum _Liberty in Death 135 Europe - Open Your Heart 136 Darkane - Secondary Effects 137 Candlemass - Codex Gigas 138 Bathory - Enter Your Mountain 139 ABBA - Ring Ring (Bara du slog en signal) Swedish Version 140 Watain - Malfeitor 141 Louise Lemón - Devil 142 Cult Of Luna - Vague Illusions 143 Diablo Swing Orchestra - Black Box Messiah 144 Opeth - Nectar 145 Hills - Milarepa 146 Ceremonial Oath - The Book Of Truth 147 Dark Tranquillity - Silence And the Firmament Withdrew 148 Göteborg Sound - Björn Borg 149 In Flames - Reflect The Storm 150 MESHUGGAH - Demiurge 151 Expiremental Pop Band - Gothenburg 152 Millencolin - polar bears 153 Hedningarna - Pornopolka 154 Ratata - Ogon Av Is Liv Utan Spanning 155 OBSCURITY - Roses With Thorns 156 Nifelheim - Sodomizer 157 Soilwork - One With The Flies 158 Gardenian - Netherworld 159 Cemetary - Sundown 160 Månegarm - Hemfärd 161 Garmarna - Herr Mannelig 162 YE BANISHED PRIVATEERS - First Night Back In Port 163 VINTERSORG - Svältvinter 164 SNOWY SHAW - Nachtgeist 165 Moloken - The Titan Above Us 166 BEWITCHED - HARD AS STEEL (HOT AS HELL) 167 The Night Flight Orchestra - Green Hills Of Glumslov 168 Vanhelgd - Gravens Lovsång 169 Marduk - Christraping Black Metal 170 Garbochock - Streberbarn 171 Negative Self - Back On Track 172 Nightingale - Sleep 173 Iggy Pop - Five Foot One 174 Owe Thörnqvist - Varm korv boogie 175 Candlemass - Elephant Star 176 Tiamat - Cold Seed 177 Dismember - Shadowlands 178 Hypocrisy - Penetralia 179 Therion - Melez 180 Yngwie Malmsteen - You Dont Remember Ill Never Forget 181 Woven Hand - Swedish Purse 182 Roxette - Joyride 183 Wolf - Skeleton Woman 184 Europe - Seven doors hotel 185 ABBA - Me Knowing Knowing Youse 186 Opeth - Ghost Of Perdition 187 Katatonia - I Am Nothing 188 Sabaton - Uprising 189 Bathory - Total destruction 190 Cult Of Luna - Owlwood 191 Cortex - Warrior Night 192 Trettioåriga Kriget - Krigssång 193 Lee Hazlewood A House Safe for Tigers 194 Dead Sleep - Back to black 195 Greenleaf - Tides 196 The Crimson Shadows - When I'm Going Away 197 The Night Flight Orchestra - Transmissions 198 Anekdoten - Nucleus 199 Enhet För Fri Musik - Det Finns Ett Hjärta 200 In Flames - Jotun 201 Dungen - Ta det lugnt 202 Ghost - Ritual 203 Witchery - A Paler Shade of Death 204 Landberk - Tell 205 At The Gates - Blinded By Fear 206 Anna von Hausswolff - Epitaph of Theodor 207 Uran - Mr Piggy 208 Runemagick Remnants of the Old 209 SKÁLD - Flúga 210 Sacramentum - Far Away from the Sun 211 Dawn - Malediction Murder 212 Nifelheim - No more life 213 Craft - The Cosmic Sphere Falls 214 Solitude Aeturnus - Waiting for the Light 215 ARCH ENEMY - War Eternal 216 Nasum - Worldcraft 217 Insision - No Belief 218 The Oath - silk road 219 Shining - Förtvivlan Min Arvedel 220 Burst - I Exterminate The I 221 Bloodbound - Stormborn 222 Puissance - Love Incinerate 223 Electric Boys - All Lips 'n Hips 224 Exgenisis - Embers 225 Don Cherry - GamlaStan - The Old Town By Night 226 Raison D'etre - Sub Specie Aeternitatis 227 Bloodbath - Weak aside 228 Therion - Opus Eclipse 229 Cult of Luna - I: The Weapon 230 Marduk - The Sun Turns Black as Night 231 Ragnar Grippe - Symphonic Songs: Part 1 232 Unanimated - From a Throne Below 233 Entombed - Hollowman 234 Grande Royale - Royale 235 PAGANIZER - Soulless Feeding Machine 236 Bathory - Woman of Dark Desires 237 Paranorm - Critical Mass 238 Refused - The Deadly Rhythm 239 Golgata - Med din kyss kom mörkret 240 Ett Dödens Maskineri – ‘Låsta dörrar 241 MÖRK GRYNING - Fältherren 242 Daughter Chaos - The space born 243 BLUES PILLS - Rhythm In The Blood 244 LUCIFER - Ghosts 245 November - Mount Everest 246 Dissection - Night's Blood 247 Tøronto - Lights Out At Bedlam 248 ICE AGE - Breaking The Ice 249 Sweven - By Virtue of a Promise 250 Ghost- Year Zero 251 TRIBULATION - Strange Gateways Beckon 252 Drain S.T.H. - Crack the Liar´s Smile 253 Horisont - Odyssey 254 Witchcraft - Snake 255 Kirstie Sarboe - Ein Student Aus Uppsala 256 Sodomisery - Reapers Key 257 Opeth - Under The Weeping Moon 258 Olle Adolphson - Gustav Lindströms visa 259 Therion - The Wild Hunt 260 Bloodbath - Bloodicide 261 Bathory - The Golden Walls of Heaven 262 Soilwork - Follow the Hollow 263 Magnus Härenstam - Huddinge, Tullinge, Tumba 264 OBSTRUKTION - Hopeless Path 265 Amon Amarth - The Way Of Vikings 266 Anguish - When the Ancients Dare to Walk 267 Palme sköt först - Spiders 268 Totalitär - Allt Är Inom Dig 269 Vassago - Sign of Vassago 270 Larma - Elitens Eskapism 271 ENSNARED - Anti-Prophet 272 Third Storm - Forgotten Deity 273 Chronic Decay - Ecstasy In Pain 274 Transport League - Man Sized Drain 275 Nasum - mass hypnosis 276 Inevitable End - Memento 277 Candlemass - Dancing in the Temple (Of the Mad Queen Bee) 278 Gadget - Remote 279 Sayyadina - Nothing 280 Coldworker - The Contaminated Void 281 Katatonia - Teargas 282 In Flames - Dead God in Me 283 Trial - Motherless 284 Watain - Satan's Hunger 285 Bewitched - Rise Of The Antichrist 286 Shining - Jag Är Din Fiende 287 In Solitude - Witches Sabbath 288 Comecon - The House That Man Built 289 Marduk - The Black Tormentor of Satan 290 Lifelover - M/s salmonella 291 Naglfar - Enslave the Astral Fortress 292 Sacrilege - Sweet Moment of Triumph 293 Spiritual Beggars - Monster Astronauts 294 Massgrav - Det Här Är Stockholm 295 IRON LAMB - Backstabbers 296 The Hives - Tick Tick Boom 297 Candlemass - Dark Reflections 298 Megatomb - Forbidden Altar 299 Entrails - Condemned to the Grave 300 Katatonia - Gateways of Bereavement 301 Träd, Gräs och Stenar - Sanningens Silverflod (Djungelns Lag) 302 Hammerfall - Let the Hammer Fall 303 Obnoxious Youth - Mouths Sewn Shut 304 GRAND MAGUS - Wolf God 305 Dark Funeral - Unchain my soul 306 Entombed - Say it in slugs 307 Amon Amarth - Runes to My Memory 308 Ghost - Absolution 309 Hypocrisy - Dominion 310 Edge of Sanity - Darkday 311 Orbit Culture - North Star of Nija 312 Cemetary - Caress the Damned 313 DOZER - Through The Eyes Of Heathens 314 Grave - Now and Forever 315 ARCH ENEMY - Bury Me An Angel 316 Skraeckoedlan - Universam 317 Cult of Luna - I remember 318 Doris Svensson - Did You Give The World Some Love Today, Baby 319 Svard - A Rift in the Green 320 Evergrey - Monday Morning Apocalypse 321 Lightbringer - Lightbringer in Sweden 322 Bastard Priest - ghouls of the endless night 323 Westkust - Cotton Skies 324 Maggot Heart - sex breath 325 Abruptum - De Profundis Mors Vas Consumet 325 Raised Fist - Flow 326 Makthaverskan - Antabus 327 Eternal of Sweden - Heaven's gate 328 Wolfbrigade - Fire Untamed 329 Fyfan - Intrangd Och Instangd 330 Opeth - Svekets prins 331 Martyrdöd - Hexhammeren 332 The Haunted - Liquid Burns 333 Dismember - Override of the Overture 444 Bathory - Under the Runes 666 Dark tranquillity - A Bolt of Blazing Gold

Play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HqTl9SJKkER2dKbR2NWkE

Next edition of Sweden playlist will have tracks from: God Macabre, Deutsch Nepal , Retaliation, In Slaughter Natives and 10,000 Years.

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