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reversedumbrella · 18 days

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teruki week 2024: happy birthday teruki

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[ID: a five page comic for teruki week day 7: birthday. the first 3 pages happen inside a clothing shop's dressing room, where teru is trying multiple outfits while out of view mob comments on them. the first two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 1: fire/electricity. on the first fit, teru wears a top with a flame on it and fluffy long sleeves colored orange and yellow. his pants have five sections, each with flame designs. one red, one orange, one green, one blue and one purple. teru is wearing flipflops. mob comments "colorful." on the second fit, teru wears a green long sleeve shirt, a vest made out of fake lightning bolts, pants made out red, blue and black electric cables and boots. mob comments "zappy."

mob sits on a benchon the dressing room, right by him his flip phone is ringing. mob says "those look really good. anything else, Hanazawa". out of viwe teru replies "PLENTY! and with this years birthday money I might be able to take it all home!"

the second two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 2: school/festival. on the first fit teru is wearing a torn version of his school uniform. he smiles while rocking his head back and forth. mob comments "rock n' roll". on the second fit teru wears viana do Castelo's typical women clothing, nowadays just worn for an anual parade. red cloth on his head, large golden earings and necklaces. red shawl over a white shirl. large red apron over a black skirt. white socks and black shoes. mob comments "wow."

the third two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 3: star/copy. on the first fit teru wears a sparkly five point star around his head, star sunglasses, a pink top, jeans with two big sparkly stars over each knee and a lot of small stars all over, pink high heels. he wears bracelets similar to his head apparatus. mob comments "shinny." on the second fit there are two teru's each wearing outfits only differing in color, with only the shorts being the same. a top over a t-shirt over a long-sleeve shirt. shorts over leggings and sneakers. mob comments "maybe the shorts on the left…"

mob is sitting on the dressing room bench. his phone is either still ringing or ringing again. up to interpretation.

the fourth two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 4: official art/omake. the first fit comes from official art. purple and blue cap, green jacket over a white shirt with a lemon pattern. red shorts over greyscale camouflage leggings. green and yellow sneakers. none of these colors go well together. mob comments "fun." on the second fit teru is wearing a beach outfit. shirtless with blue beach shorts and green sandals. he has colorful necklaces and bracelets. with his right he's grabbing abucket with a shovel inside. on his head he's balancing a beach ball wearing heart sunglasses. mob comments "careful"

the fifth two outfits were inspired by teruki week day 5: hair/trauma. in the first fit teru is wearing a crazy wig that covers his upperbody and arms. it has four ponytails and is covered in braids. it also gives him a large moustache. he's wearing red leggings and green shoes. mob comments "hairy". the second fit is a brocolli and boots. both meet at his calves. his arms are free but his hands have smaller brocolli over them. this is the only fit mob doesn't comment on.

mob is sitting on the bench when teruki grabs him while saying "C'MON". mob replies "huh?!" and teru answers "you didn't really though i was buying just for me?!"

the last outfit was inspired by teruki week day 6: protagonist/rival. mob is the one wearing it. mob's outfit is a clash of colors and patterns. sweater with a star design around the neck. the neck is red, the star is orange and the rest of the sweater is yellow ith green stripes and dots. pink bell bottoms with bright pink stars. teru is showering mob in compliments. he drowns himself in dread thinking "i should have known kageyama-kun would have looked amazing regardless of what he wears. those clothes are too bold even for me but he dawns the clothes i picked with such ease. i have lost again. he is my rival even in fashion sense. there is no way i could have ever won against him…"

the next two apges are the aftermath of the shopping spree. mob and teru laugh and walk with multiple bags, teru carrying two and mob carrying the rest on his arms. happy, teru looks up and then at mob. he says "thank you for getting some time to spend on my birthday with me. i know you have a busy life". mob blushes and turns away saying " no problem. i like spending time with you…" mob phone rings again. teru points at it and says: "there goes your phone again". mob makes all his left arm bag levitate and uses it to open the phone. mob clarifies "just master reigen. there'sa complicated client . he keeps texting in case i need to go there" out of view teru comments "it's nice he calls in advance" to wich mob throws a side-eye. mob looks surprised at his phone, grabs teru and screams "we have to go!!" mob and teru run with the bags floating around them. teru goes up the satirs to reigen's office. out of view mob says "prepare for anything!" teru grabs the door handle and opens the door. inside reigen, serizawa, tome, ritsu and the awakening lab kids scream "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" reigen is holding a cake with 15 candles. end ID]

#i've been working on this all week #im so tired #i should work more on the last panel #but my juices ran dry tuesday #mp100 #teruki hanazawa #shigeo kageyama #terumob #terukiweek #terukiweek2024 #please tell me how to improve with image descriptions

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lyralit · 7 months

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romanticizing academia writing prompts in honour of @lovelaceandco

cramming for your test the next day the night before: sheets and sheets of scrap paper, pacing around to get the ideas right, muttering to yourself and glancing between your notes and the presentation

writing the same notes over and over to get it in your brain

teachers that can quote poetry off the top of their heads & students who will sit around to listen

holed in your room for hours with impromptu music breaks and a hot drink going cold

academic rivals (because who doesn't love them) Anne-and-Gilbert-style:

"what did you get" and not hiding your grades when you did do better;

trading away the coveted position for a job you know they will do better at and you will love less & congratulating them for the awards they win and they you;

bringing them notes for a class they missed despite them being your competition

prioritizing your friendships.

school skirts in the dead of winter, cardigans buttoned loosely

having an idea in the middle of the night and getting up so it won't escape you again

going down research rabbit holes on topics much different from where you began

joining competitions that require studying for the sake of learning;

doing it all for the sake of learning

weeping over grades only to grit your teeth and promise to do better

sneaking in women in suits and powerful women here because academia is indispensable without them

burning energy in between-class exercise: sprinting down the hallways and climbing up the stairs to the old building; swim practice before and after school; chasing the wind out the doors as the final bell rings

getting swept away writing research papers on subjects you didn't know interested you; writing much more than you expected you would

finally understanding a subject that kept evading you; the click when everything finally fits into place

a braid falling out of place and smudged lipstick

the wide-eyed mania after emerging from a particularly grueling subject

jumping from club to fair to meeting

strings of code and students gathered around a singular laptop, muttering to themselves in hopes of finding their error

looking for a book in the library and finding a dozen that interest you

a dazed student stepping back from a chalkboard of illegible handwriting; triumphant with their answer

one student arriving early and working quietly in the commons; their classmates trickle in one by one, making small conversation, until the place is full and the sun is high in the sky

inside jokes in Latin from the ancient studies class you dropped two years ago

thick coats in the winter, jackets zipped tight while you run for cover in the snow with your precious work, ringed hands around warm mugs, cheeks flushed dark, snow on lashes

the golden rainbow of fall, the crimson trees on your way home, the traffic lights lit up through rainy windows, coffee and early mornings, chemistry trips to the ravine, catching the sunset after classes

spring flowers breaking through snow, baked goods and getting the hang of things, lazy spares in the common room, hoodies and boxy headphones, warm enough for the nice shoes, the soft patter of rain, the chirping birds

the last stretch before summer, unbuttoned collars, legs slung on furniture and frantic note-taking anywhere possible, eyes fluttering closed, chasing down the bus on the way home, rolled-up sleeves and tucked-back hair, "okay so".

#lyralit #creative writing #writerblr #writers #studyblr #writers block #writblr #writing #writing prompts #writing ideas #studying #studyspo #study blog #study motivation #study aesthetic #academia

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sugar-plum-writer · 4 months

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The Serene Peony Of Winter

Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader

Tags: Slight! mention of violence; Fem!reader; Sukuna!imagines; will be 18+ as more chapters come; slow!burn, [I want to have a good build up!], an ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~

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CHAPTER- 3

1000 days, 1000 nights- but only 3 days of peace on a chilling winter night. Frozen houses, and frozen trees all soaked up the chilling breath of winter, letting it drown them in a sheet of white― pure and pristine, so pure and pristine that even the dead get company.

You had been able to bathe with hot water continually for 3 days, which is quite a luxury in the freezing winter. Rather than eating once in 3 days, you were able to eat every 2 days― gazing at the hot meal on your table as steam rose from a gift of satisfaction, into the surroundings.

"Ahahah! Y/n! You crazy girl!", Oka-San's laughter resounded in your room, as she sat wearing her new kimono, puffing her pipe

"To think you got him interested, did not die, is a miracle~ how many women can boast about it!", fanning her ōgi in front of her, sipping tea

"Do you know how much he gave?", A cheeky grin played in the reflection of her eyes― leaning in and took out a fat couple stack of Mon in front of you, "More is there but I have hidden it~ the sound of money is music to my ears!", she laughed tossing the coins in the air

"Muah! You are such a darling~"

"This meal, the hot water, this is the power of money Y/n this winter- won't be so cold", she hummed putting the stack of Mon back into her sleeves

"If we have leftover money, I will commission a new Hikizuri for you to wear this summer", finishing what she had to say she walked out after being called by one of the Maiko, silence filled the room

"But why?", gazing at your hands― and gently touching the small mark on your cheek which somehow was gone

"It's too noisy", picking up your chopsticks, and clasping your hands you prayed― grateful for the food and the hot bath due to your new patron, The King Of Curses, your new Danna. Sure a Geisha could have only one Danna at a time, but rules never applied to him anyways.

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Holding your Wagasa to shield you from the cold, you walk with one of your patrons a sorcerer, wearing a light blue Hikizuri, and light-colored flower headpieces adorn your hair. With a light laugh, you walked down the courtyard.

"Oh my! it sounds delightful", batting your eyes as you smiled, "It is, if possible I would like- you to accompany me to my estate tonight", he gazed at your face

"I have people coming from the east prefecture, your dances are top-notch"

Politely without any reaction, "I must refuse, Danna-sama, forgive me― for my body is weak hence I need rest", bowed your head slightly and looked at him

"I see, maybe some other day then", he nodded, "But― be careful, word has been around", leaning in he whispered, "A strong curse has been around this area― some suspect him, to be the King of Curses", in a serious tone― eyebrows frowned

"If you get any information, regarding this, do tell me", he took out a pouch of Mon from his sleeve, which he kept in your hand

"Farewell, then Y/n, I will bring you your favorite Monaka, I know you have a sweet tooth. For now, I hope you like this gift", handing you a bira-bira featuring bells, long chains of additional silk flowers known as shidare, and a crest of the sorcerer stamped on the flattened end.

You smiled, "Then I will await your return Danna-sama, just like the cherry blossoms, waiting for spring"

"Can you wear it for me? After all I don't know if I will be dead or alive", he laughed

You looked at him, elegantly removing some hair accessories, pinning the bira-bira in your hair, and smiled. His breath hitched, and his body froze

"Beautiful, how can you be so beautiful... thank you Y/n", he smiled and bowed his head as he walked away waving

"I hope to see you alive…", you whispered, only the wind hearing your words, as it blew past

"He will die"

You froze, feeling a chilling presence behind you, you hesitantly turned around, feeling your throat dry up, and raised your head

"Quite a Lovey-dovey moment you had, how boring- don't think about him after all-", He laughed

"Sorcerers die, left and right, for a weakling like him to even reach so far- heh", the red eyes contrast with the white snow, that smirk plastered on his face, you knew it far too well

"Sukuna-sama", you bowed your head, and before you knew it, the bira-bira was removed from your hair, between his fingers- he gazed at it

"Do not wear it, especially, in front of me, toss it away, gold looks better on you anyways, accompany me Y/n", tossing the bira-bira back to you, he leaned in

"Your Oka-San sure is quite a woman, quite a gamble she has made", he chuckled, "Isn't she far too greedy?"

"She is, I won't lie, but this greediness has brought her so far", you gave a light chuckle as you looked at him

"Then if I am greedy for you- Will I be able to go as far as I want Y/n?"

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beansprean · 1 year

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Waiting on Mr. Right

My Exchangeapalooza gift for @jay-auris !! See it HERE on A03 and check out all the other fabulous entries HERE!

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ID page 1: 1. Interior of a bar, romantically lit, and covered in heart balloons, heart and cupid decorations, heart shaped light strings, and various small round tables with two chairs each. The tables are occupied with male/female couples in mid conversation. A waitress dressed in black jeans, black button up, and a white apron around her waist walks through with a tray. In the foreground is the corner of the bar counter, which has a small sign advertising 'Valentine's Day Speed Dating' On February 13 between 7pm and 10pm. A little cupid cartoon is pictured on the sign saying 'Every time a bell rings, ladies move on to your next date!' At the bottom, it says 'Find your Valentine! (before it's too late)'. 2a. Close up of Nandor on a salmon background lighter at the top and darker at the bottom, dressed up in his finest red and gold fur trimmed coat, sitting at one of the small tables, hands folded in front of him. He stares expectantly forward and says, 'I am glad to hear your parents are dead; I never liked any of my previous 37 wives' parents. 2b. Reverse shot of a middle aged black woman in a red turtleneck sitting across from him, arms crossed with an uncomfortable expression as she stares back at him with no response. 2c. A brown hand in a dark beige suit sleeve rings a small golden bell. 3a. Close up of Nandor, leaning over the table with his fingers pressed together, presenting his date with a lascivious smile. He says, 'How many times a day do you expect cunnilingus?' 3b. Reverse shot of a white middle aged redhead across from him, dressed in a mauve v neck sweater and nervously avoiding eye contact while gulping a glass of white wine. 3c. A brown hand in a dark beige suit sleeve rings a small golden bell. 4a. Close up of Nandor, smiling sweetly with his hands folded in his lap as he says 'Without a word spoken between us, I find myself falling deeply in love. Do you feel this also?' 4b. Reverse shot of a middle aged southeastern Asian woman with a bob and large glasses. She still has her coat in her arms and hasn't even slipped her bag off her shoulder, and there is an untouched menu in front of her. With an expression of vague disgust, she replies'...No.' 4c. Reverse shot as the woman gets up to leave, Nandor planting his fists on the table and calling out 'Hey, the bell has not rung yet!' 5. Close up of Nandor as he crosses his arms and clicks his tongue, mumbling angrily to himself 'Clearly she has no idea how dating works.' A waiter reaches into frame to grab the abandoned menu and snorts in response. 6. Zoom out as Nandor jerks his head around to whine, affronted, at the waiter, 'Ayy, what, waiter-man? Where is the joke?' The waiter, who appears to be Guillermo wearing a black button down, black pants and a white apron around his waist, holds the menu up with both hands to shield his face, replying 'Sorry, sorry! Nothing!' /end page 1

ID page 2: 1. As Guillermo hides behind the menu, Nandor holds his hand up in a useless hypnosis gesture and barks 'I am Nandor the Relentless and I command you to tell me!' 2. Close up of Guillermo as he peeks cautiously over the top of the menu. Offscreen, Nandor continues, 'You are seeing so many people here have success...' 3. Close up of Nandor looking pleadingly upward as he says 'What am I doing wrong?' 4. Guillermo fully lowers the menu with a cautious smile, replying 'I mean...I guess you come on a little strong?' 5. Wide shot of them both. Nandor makes an affronted expression and curls one arm up to show off his bicep, gesturing to it with his other hand. He says, 'I am strong! I am very strong! Do modern women no longer admire strength?' Guillermo, holding the menu under one arm, holds up both hands in a soothing gesture and responds frantically 'Nonono, for sure! I just meant that you're acting really intense right off the bat!' 6. Close up on Nandor with a thoughtful hand on his chin as Guillermo continues offscreen: 'Talking love and marriage...it's too soon for a first date.' Nandor: 'Ahh... This is more third date talk?' There is a small reaction shot of Guillermo looking exasperated but resigned as he reluctantly agrees: '...Sure.' 7. Close up on Guillermo as Nandor asks offscreen: 'So what is first date talk?' Guillermo replies, counting off on his fingers, 'Well, it depends on the person, but generally... Get-to-know-you questions? Like where did you grow up, how many siblings do you have, that kind of stuff.' 8. Close up on Nandor as he turns his face away to glare into the middle distance, a sudden shadow melting half his face into darkness as he says 'I grew up in the faraway kingdom of Al Qolnidar, which no longer exists, and I had seven siblings, all of whom are now dead.' There is a small reaction shot of Guillermo looking shocked and cornered, unsure how to respond to all that. 9. Wide shot from Nandor's other side as he raises his eyebrows guilelessly and gestures to Guillermo with a hand, prompting, 'And then you answer?' Guillermo jolts in place, surprised to be placed in the date's role, and replies 'Oh, yeah, uh. Your date would answer, too. Um. I grew up here in the Bronx and I'm an only child.' 10. Repeat. Nandor and Guillermo both stare expectantly at the other. 11. Repeat. Nandor drops his gaze with a frown, eyes hooding, and grunts 'Hm. This is very boring, waiter-man.' Guillermo, flustered and irritated, throws his arms out in a helpless gesture and snaps 'Well, you have to actually engage in the conversation! Ask follow-up questions! And it's Guillermo!' Nandor says, uninterested, 'What is.' /end page 2

ID page 3: 1a. Close up on Guillermo on a bubbly pink background as he points a finger sternly and states 'My name! It's Guillermo.' 1b. Reverse shot of Nandor looking up at him, almost dazed, cheeks flushed a bit purple as he echoes 'Guillermo...' 1c. Reverse shot of Guillermo as he withdraws his hand to curl it protectively against his chest. He looks a bit taken aback by the reaction, cheeks gone a ruddy pink. 2. Wide shot of them both on a red-violet background crisscrossed with multicolored lights. Guillermo looks away from Nandor nervously, blushing and sweaty, patting his free hand anxiously on the menu held under his arm. He stutters out, 'I, uh. Anyway, I gotta-' Nandor, leaning his head on his hand and gazing at Guillermo with a besotted expression, interrupts, saying 'You are very wise in the ways of dating, Guillermo.' He puts extra emphasis on the name. 3. Close up on Guillermo as Nandor continues: 'You have been on many dates?' Guillermo fidgets, still looking away, and mumbles back 'Not, not like a lot, no. Not like a large amount. Like a normal amount, probably.' 4. Wide shot as Nandor lifts his head and leans closer with a small smile, asking 'And how do your suitors woo you? If they are asking you on a second date?' Guillermo is startled into making eye contact and goes red, clutching the menu to his chest with both hands as he sweats nervously. 5. Repeat. Nandor leans even closer, smile widening into something more flirtatious as Guillermo stiffens and looks away again, somehow getting even redder as his shaky mouth pulls into an uncertain grin. Guillermo stutters out, 'I mean...assuming the first date went well...um...' 6. Close up on Guillermo, smiling nervously even as he avoids eye contact. He says, 'I guess he might...get me flowers?' 7. Close up on Nandor on a bubbly peach background from Guillermo's POV, looking up patiently as he listens. Guillermo continues offscreen: 'He'd...tell me how much he enjoys my company, or...pay me a genuine compliment.' 8. Close up on Guillermo on a bubbly peach background from Nandor's POV, his smile softened and eyes far away as he continues: 'And...whisk me off somewhere fun. Somewhere new. Somewhere we could...stumble in to an adventure together. Away from everything else. And we'd stay up all night because we just...didn't want it to end.' /end page 3

ID page 4: 1. Close up on Guillermo's hand, crossed over his opposite arm, as Nandor nudges his fingers underneath to free his grip. Nandor starts softly, 'And...' 2. Wide shot on a bubbly pink background. Nandor has taken Guillermo's hand and is holding it like a knight would a lady, gazing down at it softly as if readying to kiss it. He continues, '...how many of your suitors have done this for you?' Guillermo, dazed, gazes down at their hands and replies '...I... I don't think anyone would...' 3. The plain green background wall slams back into view as a bell rings offscreen. Wide-eyed and red-faced, Guillermo snatches his hand away from Nandor and flings it upward as if tossing the moment over his shoulder. Nandor is left frozen, hand in the air, eyes wide in shock. 4. Repeat. Guillermo begins to back away from the table, tossed arm coming around to rub at the back of his neck. He looks up and away, sweating , red, and awkward as he chokes out a loud forced laugh and says 'Well, that definitely counts as coming on too strong. Terrible advice, don't do that.' Nandor leans after him, hand hovering in midair, squeaking out 'A-' 5. Repeat. Without letting Nandor finish, Guillermo disappears out of frame with a hasty 'Ok bye good luck!', leaving Nandor saying nothing but question marks, hand still frozen in the air as if reaching out after him. In the foreground, a woman with long brown hair and a dark pink sweater steps into view to take the seat in front of Nandor. 6. Slight zoom, the background returning to the light and dark salmon as Nandor settles back into his seat. The woman across from him, out of focus in shadow, says 'Hi, I'm Kjersten! Um...that's a really interesting outfit...' Nandor doesn't appear to be listening and is staring after Guillermo thoughtfully, a Mona Lisa curl to his lips. /end page 4

ID page 5: 1. Low angle of an alleyway, fenced at the rear and surrounded by tall buildings in multiple vague colors with some spray painted areas. Snow is piled up on either side of the center path against the sidewalk. In the foreground, there is a dumpster. A pink text box at the top reads February 14, 12:07 am. Halfway down the alley, a door opens and Guillermo steps halfway out, missing his apron but having added a coat, carrying a full garbage bag. A voice from inside calls, 'Guillermo, you can head out when you're done, okay?' Guillermo's breath steams into the air as he turns back to the door to respond: 'You sure? The dishes are-' The voice interrupts him with 'Sí, es El Día Dr Amor y Amistad! (In English: Yes, it's Valentines Day) Go sow your oats! You're too young to be working so much.' Guillermo replies without enthusiasm, 'Ha...yeah. Thanks, Teresa, have a good night.' 2. View from behind as Guillermo pulls the lid of the dumpster up with one hand and throws the bag in with the other. He sighs and mutters to himself, 'My oats are just gonna go home and watch Buffy...' 3. There is a clatter in the alley behind him and Guillermo spins around to face the viewer, startled and tense. 4. Extreme close up on Guillermo jerking back in shock as a wad of dandelions are suddenly thrust into his face. A voice offscreen calls 'Guillermo!' happily. 4. Zoom out as Nandor, now with a black and gold cloak dusted with snow over his finery, kneels down in front of Guillermo, arm outstretched to keep the dandelions pushing at his chin. Guillermo, pink and flustered and very confused, takes a step back and splutters 'Nandor?! The- the relentless?' Nandor ignores his reaction and announces, 'Here are some flowers!' 5a. Close up on Nandor as he looks up at Guillermo, dandelions thrust into the foreground and his hair and shoulders dotted with snow as if he had been waiting for some time. He proceeds, clearly rehearsed, 'I very much enjoyed your company tonight as well as the sight of your charming boyish face and plump behind!' His voice is demanding but his expression, eyes shining upwards and cheeks flushed purple, betrays his nerves despite the confident set to his brow. 5b. Reverse shot of Guillermo, staring down at him slack-jawed with wide shiny eyes and pink cheeks, the dandelions still hovering up by his face. Offscreen, Nandor asks 'Have you ever been to Staten Island?' Guillermo responds 'No...' on autopilot. Nandor concludes, 'Then that is where I will be whisking you for our date!' 6. Full body shot, the alleyway back in focus and showing an empty snow-lined street on the other side, a single window just above Guillermo's head lit up from within. Nandor finally stands up and rubs at his chin with a worried expression, dandelions clutched in the other. He says, 'I've heard tales of an all-night bowling alley, but my housemates never want to go with me.' Meanwhile Guillermo, frozen beside him with his hands hovering in mid-air, lets his brain catch up with what's happening. He stares into the middle distance as equations float around his head and his breath fogs into the air. Above, it begins to gently snow. 7. Close up of Guillermo, knocked out of his trace by a gentle prompting from Nandor offscreen: 'So...?' An EKG line skips a beat in the background as he startles and looks up, eyes shining and lips pressed together in a frown. 8. Reverse shot of Nandor, looking very nervous now as he stares back hopefully, holding out the bouquet of dirty dandelions one more time. /end page 5

ID page 6: 1. Close up of Guillermo on a bubbly pink background. He smiles genuinely, red-cheeked, and reaches out to take the dandelions from Nandor's hand. He says, 'Okay...' 2. Medium shot of the two in profile. Nandor, still holding the flowers as Guillermo tucks his hand inside his grip to take them, looks down at Guillermo in shock and echoes 'Okay?!' Guillermo looks up at him with a shy smile and clarifies, 'Yeah. Yes.' 3. Nandor drops his hand and straightens up, a giant silly ecstatic grin taking over his face. Guillermo turns back toward the building and points behind him with his free hand, the other now clutching the dandelions. He says, 'Just let me clock out an-' 4. A close up of Guillermo, blurred diagonally with sudden motion. The only thing clearly visible are his wife eyes, frozen grin, and a little white question mark. 5. Knees up of Nandor, now holding a startled Guillermo in a bridal carry, on a red background lined with glowing neon pink hearts. Grinning wildly down at his date, Nandor announces, 'Prepare to be whisked, Guillermo!!' Guillermo sits there wide-eyed, clutching his little wad of flowers to his chest and somehow finding his other arm looped around Nandor's neck. He stutters frantically, 'Wai- wait, Nandor, you don't have to-' 6. The background warps upward as Nandor shoots them both upward into the sky, flying them both right out of the panel. Guillermo's last word is stretched out in a startled 'OOOOOO??!' as they take off, a single dandelion escaping his grip and drifting back toward the ground. 7. Wide shot of the night sky, dark purple with bursts of white clouds and speedily increasing snowfall, lit by a clear full moon. Nandor and Guillermo fly through, Nandor smiling in a pleased way and clutching Guillermo tightly as he watches their ascent. Guillermo, both arms now around Nandor's neck and more flowers slipping from his grip into the night, stares up at him with awe. He thinks to himself, 'This is the best night of my life...' Behind them, the words 'the end' are carved into the moon. /End ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #valentines day #exchangeapalooza 2 #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described #waiting on mr right #there are worse things i could do #tawticd

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sparkles-and-trash · 6 months

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dabihawks drabble

Keigo is good with people.

This he knows. He’s been trained for it most of his life, and the fact is, he just likes people.

He likes talking to them, hearing their stories, learning what he can about these people who’s in an out of his life in a flash.

It might have partly been him trying to replace something he never had, but it also was something he genuinly felt like.

Touya’s not like that, and Keigo understands.

It’s not until the two of them encounter a lost child when they’re out and about that Keigo realizes there’s a pretty significant gap in his people skills.

He’s dealt with children before, of course, but that was different.

When he’s Hawks, the hero, he always had a clear protocol to follow, and kids were so amazed by being saved by a hero they forgot to be too scared or upset.

But now, as he looks down on the little girl gently pulling at his sleeve with her big, worried eyes cast down and her lower lip wobbling a little, he realizes he has no clue how to proceed.

Why did Touya have to be inside a bakery right this minute, leaving him to deal with this all alone??

Keigo looks down at the little girl with his friendliest smile, and when he focus, he’s barley able to listen to her quiet explaination that she can’t find her mother, and that she doesn’t know where to go.

Keigo smiles reassuringly, or at least he hopes he does, but as he looks into the scared, sad eyes of the little one he cannot help but feel her emotions shake up his own, but he tries to move past it.

«So, where did you last see you’re mom, huh?» the winged man asks, still smiling.

The girl sniffles.

«I don’t know.»

Keigo’s not deterred.

«Well, do you know which direction you came from?» he asks, and the girl shakes her head as she averts her eyes to the ground.

«Hmm..» Keigo mumbles to himself, tapping his chin thoughtfullly.

Then he hears it; little hiccups.

Oh god.

The little one is crying.

Hooo boy.

«Hey now little chick, don’t freak out now yeah?» he says hurriedly as he looks around desperatly.

«I’m sorry mister,» the girl says between the sad little hiccups, and Keigo’s heart shatters.

«Nonono, please don’t apologize!» he pleads as he crouches down to her level, and the scared and sad look on her face is enough for tears to form in his own eyes, but just as the situation was getting dire, the bell on the door of the bakery dinged.

«Hey Pidgeon, they didn’t have any strawberry mochi left but I got you -,»

Touya’s voice trailed off as he took in the scene before him.

His boyfriend crouched on the ground in front a little girl, four-five years tops, both of them looking equally distressed.

Touya sighs and gets down on their level as well.

«That’s an aweful lot of tears just for some strawberry mochi you guys.»

Both pair of eyes turn to look at him, and the little girl smiles softly at his words as she moves to wipe her eyes.

«I guess we got a little carried away…» Keigo mumbles, and Touya raises his eyebrows at him.

«You think so?»

Keigo smiles sheepishly as he blinks away the stress induced tears that had been brimming in his eyes.

«I do really love strawberry mochi tho,» he says with a wink towards the little girl, and she giggles again.

Touya turns to her.

«Do you like strawberry mochi?» he asks.

The girl nods.

«Yeah, but my favorite is matcha,» she says quietly, but will a small smile on her tear stained face.

Touya gasps.

«What? No way!»

The girl giggles, and Touya gets up and pulls Keigo with him.

«That’s actually crazy, that’s my favorite too!» he says brightly, and the girl gasps softly.

«Really?» she asks, and Touya nods.

«Yep.»

The girl opens her mouth to say something, but before she gets to, a women comes running at them with panic in her eyes.

«Kaori? Oh sweetheart there you are!» the woman gasps and she throws her arms around her daughter.

«Mommy!» the girl, Kaori, exclaims happily.

After giving her a quick check to make sure her daughter is okay, she looks up to Keigo and Touya with teary eyes.

«Oh thank you, thank you so much for staying with her! What you must think of me…»

Touya waves her off.

«Oh please ma’m, I grew up with three younger siblings, our parents lost us more times than you can count. It happens.»

The woman smiles wobbly for a second, and Keigo feels a rush of affection for his boyfriend.

«He likes matcha mochi too,» Kaori pipes up as she points to Touya.

Touya grins at her as he holds up the bag from the bakery.

«Would you believe me if I told you I had some right here, fresh from the bakery?» he asks dramatically, and Kaori gasps as her mother smiles and nods at Touya when he gives her a questioning look, and he hands Kaori the plastic bag.

«For me?» she gasps, and Touya nods.

«For being so brave.»

At first the little girl is beaming up at him, but the her face falls a little as she looks over to Keigo, who tilts his head at her.

«I’m not sure…» Kaori mumbles, and her mother looks at her with a confused look.

«Kaori, it’s rude to say no to a gift!»

The little girl bites her lip worriedly.

«But… I don’t want the nice bird man to cry again…» she whsipers, and Touya snorts loudly.

Keigo blushed furiously as Kaori’s mom hides a smile behind her hand.

«I wasn’t…» he starts, and Touya cuts him off.

«Keigo here likes strawberry mochi, remember?» he says with a hard stare at Keigo, who nods furiously.

«Yep! So you’d actually do me a favor by taking these!»

That seemed to be enough for Kaori, and after a million more thanks from her mom, the two finally walked off.

«Well,» Touya said with a grin at his boyfriend, «you handled that well.»

Keigo can’t help but laugh.

«Shut up.»

Touya takes his hand and interlace their fingers.

«Never,» he says merrily, and Keigo rolls his eyes with a smile.

«So, kids aren’t your thing, huh?» Touya asks.

Keigo shakes his head quickly.

«I like them! I’m just not used to them, I guess?»

Touya hums.

«Makes sense.»

They walk in silence for a while, before Touya smirks again.

«It’ll probably be different with ours tho, right?»

Keigo hums, before he stops in his tracks.

«What?» he squawks, and Touya raises his eyebrows.

«When we have kids, they’re gonna be cute as hell right? You’ll be fine with them.»

Keigo’s face is all pink and his wings is flapping like crazy, but he manages to nod a little as he hurries after his boyfriend.

«Yeah,» he smiles to himself as he laces their hands together again.

«Cute as hell.»

#dabihawks #Hawks #Dabi #Keigo takami #touya todoroki #Hawks x Dabi #Dabi x Hawks #toukei #hotwings #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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La Mode nationale, no. 8, 20 février 1904, Paris. Toilette élégante pour jeune femme. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Jolie toilette de demi-saison pour jeune femme en drap satin d'une nuance mordorée claire et avantageuse au teint. La jupe est à plis assez petits autour de la taille; le devant étroit est réservé plat. Un volant froncé, coupé de hauts bouillonnés, donne au bas de la jupe une belle ampleur. Un de ces bouillonnés sert de tête, un autre de bordure. Le corsage, serré dans une haute ceinture en forme et bouillonné, est décolleté en rond sur en empiècement de guipure. Il s'orne de larges biais et, de chaque côté, de deux rosettes en ruban de satin simple; devant, un petit volant et des boutons soulignent la fermeture. La manche se compose de volants dentelés bordés de petits volants; elle se termine en fourreau serré. Cravate de velours vert.

Pretty mid-season ensemble for young women in satin sheet in a light golden shade that is flattering on the complexion. The skirt has fairly small pleats around the waist; the narrow front is reserved flat. A gathered flounce, cut from bubbled tops, gives the bottom of the skirt a nice fullness. One of these bubbles serves as a head, another as a border. The bodice, tightened in a high shaped and bubbled belt, has a round neckline with a guipure yoke. It is decorated with wide bias and, on each side, with two rosettes in simple satin ribbon; in front, a small ruffle and buttons highlight the closure. The sleeve consists of jagged ruffles edged with small ruffles; it ends in a tight sheath. Green velvet tie.

Matériaux: 6m,50 de drap.

Grande capeline de taffetas tendu garni d'une guirlande de nœud de panne verte et traversée d'une longue plume mordorée.

Large stretched taffeta hat trimmed with a garland of green pin knot and crossed with a long golden feather.

#La Mode nationale #20th century #1900s #1904 #on this day #February 20 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #cover #color #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #collar

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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

Rhea The Pole Dancer (Part 17)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You arrive at the location. It's a pretty nondescript looking bar from the outside but as soon as you enter you know why the boys picked it.

There are red Leds lining the top of the walls, on the right side is the bar with multiple barstools and two men behind it serving drinks. In the back are three pole dancers, showing of their bodies and curves and on the left are some round tables with stools.

Rhea spots Damian, waving for you to come over and you follow her through a small crowd of people. You sit down next to Dominik, Rhea on your left.

"Hey, nice to see y/n. Didn't expect you to come too" Dom says with a grin and pulls you into a hug. He keeps his arm around your shoulders as he continues his previous conversation with Finn.

"Did you order some drinks already?" Rhea wants to know. "No, but could you go get some please?" Finn asks. "Sure, you coming with me Damian? I don't think I can carry five glasses" she chuckles.

Damian nods and they make their way over to the bar. You watch them as they pass you, but as soon as Rhea leaves your sight you feel a little less safe.

Your body tenses up and you start fidgeting with you hands in your lap. You see a group of men enter the bar, they must be around the age of 50.

"You alright?" Dominik pulls you out of your thoughts. You return your gaze to him and nod. "Yeah it's okay" you mumble.

Rhea and Damian return with shots for everyone "Here, I brought you one too. Don't know if you like it but we'll see" Rhea says to you.

"Oh okay, thanks" you whisper and take a glass from her. "Are you okay sweetie?" she asks a little concerned. "I've already asked her and she says she fine" Dom throws in before you can answer.

Rhea shrugs and returns her focus back on the other members of the Judgement Day. "Let's see who can drink it without making a face" Finn cheers and empties his glass in one shot.

He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his lips together, not expecting it to be such strong alcohol. "Ha looser, my turn" Dom laughs and takes his shot.

He does even worse than Finn, removing his arm from around your shoulders and shaking his head. "God what did they put in these" he curses.

"You or me first?" Rhea asks Damian. "I'll go" he responds and takes his turn. He does better than the other two but still presses his lips together in a thin line and inhales sharply.

"Damn Rhea what is this" he laughs. She grins and empties her glass without showing any expression. "My favorite one to get drunk" she smirks.

As soon as you hear drunk your alarm bells ring. You tug on her sleeve and she looks over at you. "I thought you wouldn't drink much today?" you whisper.

"What? Sorry I didn't understand you due to the music" she says and scoots closer to you. "I thought you wouldn't drink that much tonight" you repeat a little louder.

"Oh yeah no don't worry about that" she brushes it off. "Dom let's go and get more" Finn shouts. He already stood up and took a few steps towards the other side of the room.

You're pretty uncomfortable by now, but only Damian seems to notice and shoots you an asking look. You shake your head, wanting him not to worry.

Finn and Dominik return and everyone takes another shot. Dom's look wandering over to the pole dancers "Hey Rhea, bet you can't do it like they can" he smirks.

"Oh really? We'll see 'bout that" she says with a challenging grin. You all follow her over to the raised platform with the poles. Rhea steps up and talks to one of the women before taking over her place.

She puts on a pretty nice show, getting so much into it she takes off her shirt and throws it into the crowd of men who built up around you.

You hear a few whistles and some clapping as she's moving around the pole in her bra. "Hey pretty, what's a chick like you doing here all alone" a tall man asks you from behind and puts his arm around you lower abdomen.

You immediately tense up. Oh god oh god oh god help me. Damian, Finn, Rhea, Dom anyone please. Your mind goes absolutely crazy but not a single tone comes out of your mouth.

"Naw don't be shy, I'll teach you how to use that pretty mouth of yours" the man groans and kisses your neck. You feel his beard brush against your skin making you shiver.

Your mind is blank, you feel like you're about to pass out. You can't breath, you need air, you need to get out! You try to push him away to get rid of his grip and manage to slip out and run outside.

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Part 17 and more coming, what would you think about Damian and/or Dom secretly having feelings for you and/or Rhea 😏🤔

Anyway, Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000

#demi bennett #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wrestling #wwe x reader #ex boyfriend #fear #damian priest #dominik mysterio #finn balor #the judgement day wwe #alcohol #night time #drinking games #creepy old guy #group of men #group of friends #damian priest x reader #dominik mysterio x reader

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asfodelle · 6 months

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Hello, hello, here's the first scene of the one-shot I've been writing the last few months. It's about a 'He Tian is involved in the mob and returns occasionally tho feelings never leave' situationship neither can walk out of, Mo is a boxer, there's a touch of religious themes, made myself cry writing it, it's a blast.

1. May 5th 7:12 p.m. - Bell

Before leaving the car, He Tian lets out a long sigh, blowing smoke. He should probably get to praying.

The door snaps shut, echoing in the small street he parked in. Past the intersection he hears kids chatting, going home for dinner maybe. He Tian takes a second to watch himself in the reflection of his tinted windows. He readjusts the collar of his shirt, brushes his pants wrinkled from the long hours of driving, throws his hair backwards and the damp air soon gets him to fold his sleeves up. He doesn’t look so bad, he thinks. Tired. He rubs his face with both hands to bring back some color to his cheeks, then under his eyes as if he could dim the blue tint that’s been settling there, but it doesn’t have very conclusive results. He starts walking.

The entrance of the old warehouse is slightly different from the last time he’s seen it. It looks more welcoming, but it might just be a trick of the light. The peach clouds of the spring evening just paint a nicer ambiance than the grey winter sky did, last January. The gates have been adorned by new tags that have been sprayed on top of the old faded ones and there are flyers encouraging people to join the Sunday mass down the street glued all over, though they don’t reach very high. He Tian imagines a troop of old women roaming the streets, spreading the holy word but his little game of guesswork doesn’t help him relax one bit.

He gets in front of the door, a smaller entrance within the large sealed gate that used to let trucks in and out of the warehouse. He grips the handle for a second, takes a long inhale and gets in. His eyes slowly adjust to the dimmer lighting but he quickly notes that, contrary to its facade, the inside of the place hasn’t changed much since the last time he saw it. Between high walls of concrete and sheets of metal lie mismatched sets of equipment. Barbells, slick black punching bags, discolored benches of various sorts, a couple old bikes in the back, punch mitts forgotten over a pile of cardboards. A few training boxing rings give shape to the room, the space between them gives the illusion of corridors. The walls are covered in overlapping posters, the grey disrupted by layers on layers of paint and graffitis that even cover the high windows. They let small rays of tinted light in like the stained glass of a church, though the candles are replaced by tens of flickering LEDs lights. There are a few people here and there, busy with dumbbells or talking in their little spot but the room is so wide they can’t be heard. Stairs crawl by the walls leading to more rooms and places He Tian had never been to. Music resonates, low and muffled from a speaker somewhere in a corner.

In the middle of the room stands another ring, a bright red one standing higher than the rest, with white thick cords. When He Tian sees him, he’s sat there, on the side of the wooden platform the red ring rests on. He's listening attentively to a trio of teenagers, leaning backwards on his hands.

Guan Shan had taken a liking to boxing in high school. A good outlet, he said, one that taught him to measure his emotions. It stuck through the years and he’s been great at it. Then he started giving advice to newcomers, to give some of spare time to help young blood he saw himself in and slowly it transformed into actual lessons and training sessions he holds after work. These kids have been coming here for a couple years now, He Tian remembers them. They are reenacting punches and kicks, arguing and giggling over different combinations and they turn to their coach for approval whenever they get a new idea. He nods along and fixes their posture a couple times, something soft in his eyes. He looks beautiful. Toned and pale as ever, the bare skin of his chest clashes with the black shorts and the tattoos that spangle his body. He Tian stands close to the entrance, leaning cross-armed, his shoulder against a pillar and keeps on watching over him though he struggles to truly appreciate the contrast of colors due to the fifth character in the scene.

A guy he doesn’t know is sitting close to Guan Shan, too close. His hair is an ugly shade of bleached blond and he keeps looking at Guan Shan whenever he speaks with big dumb eyes, mouth agape and enamored. He looks young, but maybe He Tian only feels so much older than his age. He looks stupid.

He Tian hasn’t moved but Guan Shan suddenly lifts his head and catches him right away, as if he’d known all along where he was hiding. The way his eyes widen for a second betray his surprise however but he quickly regains control over his face. It seems like he excuses himself from his little group, the blonde argues something, he wants to follow but he’s brushed away by a dismissing hand.

Guan Shan glances back to He Tian’s shadowy corner and starts moving towards the closed rooms in the back of the building, grabbing a few boxes on the way. He Tian traces behind him with a confident walk and ignores how all of his body stiffens with apprehension, every single muscle a little too tight. Guan Shan enters the room first and He Tian follows a few seconds after. He closes the door behind them. The handle creaks and his hands are sweaty.

It’s not quite messy in here, but the little office room is packed. The desk is covered with stacks of papers, cardboard boxes are neatly piled up in the back of the room; some are already opened and uncover the gloves, the tapes and bandages they hold. The window is open too, letting in the noise of the city. Guan Shan sets the boxes he carried over on top of one of the piles and gets to fumbling in his bag, almost turning his back to the door where He Tian stands.

« Hi. » he tries, and braces himself for what’s coming.

« You know it’s fucking weird creeping in corners like this? »

He Tian pinches his lips in a thin line.

« Why are you here? » Guan Shan asks then, still busying himself in his bag. He doesn’t sound angry, just a little cold, maybe annoyed at the disturbance.

« I’ve got some business to handle in town. »

« I thought you were abroad until September. » Guan Shan muses, finding the shirt he seemed to be looking after, a large black one. He Tian follows his hands and notices he has splatters of white and red paint over his forearms, his short nails are stained too.

« The schedule is never really steady. »

Guan Shan scoffs. He Tian know that’s a first warning but he can’t help but focus on the way his muscles jolt, on the way they flex as he flips the shirt over. He tries to not lose his eyes on the curve of his biceps. It’s a struggle.

« I negotiated a little. » He adds « Took over Cheng’s spot. »

Little negotiations that involved a precarious alliance, three weeks of tailing for intel and a couple of threats. It was worth it.

Carefully, He Tian moves away from the door, closer to Guan Shan. He probably shouldn’t, definitely shouldn’t yet he lifts a hand and reaches out to touch his bare back. Guan Shan freezes.

« I wanted to see you. » he explains, voice low as his knuckles trace the bumps of Guan Shan’s spine. It’s daring. It might earn him a hook but the pull is magnetic.

As their routine dictates, they hadn’t parted in very good terms the last time and for that, coming back to him is always a gamble. A game of Russian roulette even and quite a dangerous version of it; one where he never even knew how many bullets were hidden in the cylinder, each of them taking a different shape. At times He Tian had handled days of scowling looks and a soft kiss that had left him bleeding out, he had received sharp words from petty fights without wincing but just the weight of Guan Shan’s rehearsed indifference could pierce his lungs and leave him breathless. He will take the hits, he does not care. It’s a game they’ve played for years now and as long as the other still accepts to pull the trigger on him, he’d take anything. After all, He Tian is the one who bound the gun to his hand in the first place.

A punch never lands this time. Guan Shan sighs, his shoulders drop then he turns around and throws his arms around He Tian’s neck, knocking the air out of him all the same. He Tian holds back tightly, and finally breathes out, his fingertips digging into hot freckled skin.

« I missed you. » He Tian whispers. What a fucking understatement.

The arms around his neck tighten in response, only for a brief second before they hear loud noise by the door. Their embrace ends as quick as it started, Guan Shan stepping back and turning to put on the shirt he had discarded a second ago. He glares at the door, expecting it to open at any moment but thankfully, the people outside only pass by.

« I’m training the kids all evening, and there’s a party at eleven, but I don’t think it’ll stay long. » Guan Shan says when the room has quieted down enough.

« I’ll pick you up then. »

Guan Shan nods. That should be He Tian’s cue to leave, he has a couple things to settle tonight anyway but the other looks as if he’s pondering over something. He Tian catches how amber eyes roam over his face, for a brief moment they even settle on his mouth, but then return to the door.

« Get lost. » he tells He Tian, tilting his head towards the door but there’s no bite into it.

When He Tian gets back to the car, his cheeks hurt. In the tinted window, his smile might look shy but it’s wider than it’s been in the last four months.

#19 days #19 days fics #my fic #writing wip #tianshan #it's actually a two shot but sshh it's a secret #it's about 70% done #though I was wondering if anyone would be down to beta read it #i dunno if it's still a very common practice but I'd be super interested in feedback #nothing too detailed or time consuming ofc #might make a post about that soon #anyway enjoy my friends #this HT leaving arc is gonna break my heart so im planning on mending it by writing angsty stuff

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Fairest of Them All

That's a long one, I'm being quite busy these days because of my new job so let's say my mistakes are mostly due to me writing this by night :') Remember, I'm French and I'm terribly sorry for my humble grammar.

I'm even roasting French champagne here lol

Female reader this time, I'd love to make a male version someday ! Next one will be a Kieran x GenderNeutral!Reader one shot (if I have time) !

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader

Word count : 2.5k

Short summary : You were invited to the Mayor’s party along with Dutch, Hosea and Arthur. However, you were tasked to arrive a some time after them.

A/Note : First female fiction, let’s give this a try ! This is basically taking place during The Gilded Cage mission, with slight changes.

Tags : beautiful red dress, fireworks, chapter 4, Arthur is absolutely thrilled, all eyes on you, love, you are BEAUTIFUL (yes)

What a peculiar party ! This is what Arthur thought while looking around, lost among all these guests, all dressed up for the occasion. He analysed mens silhouettes, their top hats and fancy suits, some of them wore gloves while drinking this expensive champagne common people could never afford. According to Mayor Lemieux, who could be heard nearby, he had ordered these fancy bottles from France. Arthur had tried some of it and, unfortunately, it was not as good as he thought… but not many folks would ever have the opportunity to taste such an expensive beverage ! He would have been a fool not to try it, it was probably his only chance. Despite looking exactly like a man from the upper class, holding his glass of champagne while trying to take part to a random conversation, Arthur felt mostly uncomfortable.

Arthur quickly glanced at women around him, wearing their most sumptuous dresses. The shapes of their bustles were exactly the same, their sleeves were mostly large and puffy, giving the illusion that their waists were quite small. Some of them wore extravagant accessories, pearl necklaces, rings and bracelets along with feathers or flowers in their hair, while men were mostly displaying their extravagance in tiny details like golden pocket watches, silky cravats or brooches attached to the top of their black jackets. Arthur felt like an intruder, a stranger. Dutch and Hosea had a natural ease with these people, even Bill was trying his best to fit in ! But Arthur was not, he could not.

"What a nice party !" a woman said. "This champagne is remarkable !"

"Indeed it is !" a man sounded. "It comes straight from France ! "

People kept talking around him, this overwhelming crowd made it uneasy to focus on what he had to do. Retrieve informations for Bronte would be quite difficult as his attention was triggered by every single sound he heard : clinging glasses, footsteps and laughs were quick for him to feel lost. He kept glancing around him to see if Hosea was nearby. Dutch would frequently check on him while still trying his best to keep up in many conversations, but Arthur felt like a child lost in a crowd of people dressed in fancy outfits, deeply wishing to go home. Yes, he wanted to go back to Shady Belle and lay on his bed, he didn’t even want to be here !

Meanwhile, you entered the mansion and were quickly greeted by Angelo Bronte, was surrounded by his men. He had expressly told Dutch to bring you along. Your presence was requested, Dutch obliged and sent you and the girls to Saint-Denis' tailor to get you one of the most beautiful dresses the shop could offer. You had first suggested to wear Molly’s dress, but the latter was already jealous enough for you to feel bad about your invitation. Molly possessed this beautiful black and green dress with golden layers which could fit you but was told by Dutch that she would not come with them. You were there to witness her sudden sadness as you were leaving with the girls to get dressed in a bedroom they rented in Saint-Denis.

"Looking good in this dress, Miss Y/SN." Bronte said

This dress was large but beautiful, looking quite similar to the ones worn by the beginning of the decade, if not even prior. The back of its skirt was quite puffy, reminiscing of the bustle era from the late 1860s, but Tilly managed to make it look a little more modern to fit the current fashion standards. It had four shades of red with white layers and a nice ivory bow holding your waist. Your shoulders were bare, but you did not mind much. Mary-Beth had crafted you a matching necklace and managed to steal Molly’s black gloves to complete your gorgeous attire. Your corset was tight, but you did not care. In fact, you felt great in this dress.

"Your acolytes have arrived." Bronte restarted. "You may join them."

"Am I late ?" you asked

"Certainly not."

The girls had managed to get someone to give you a proper ride to the Mayor’s house, wishing you luck. Bronte was already there, waiting for you. He kissed your gloved hand and placed it on his arm, guiding you through the entrance hall of the house towards the back garden. You nervously glanced around, observing this beautiful and large mansion, still keeping an eye on Bronte’s overall behaviour. You had a knife attached to one of your thighs, nobody would suspect such a beautiful lady enough to ask you to lift your dress up to show them if you were hiding any weapons underneath. In order to avoid any doubts regarding your presence, Bronte had mentioned that you were his niece and that he wanted you to get more familiar to Saint-Denis’ high society. You knew about that as soon as he introduced you to a man in the back of the Mayor’s mansion.

"This is my niece, Viola." Bronte smiled as the other man kissed your hand

"Viola…?" you whispered, quickly sending an awkward glance towards Bronte’s men

"What a beautiful niece you have here, Signor Bronte !" the man smiled. "I hope you will enjoy this party, Mademoiselle."

You had no time to respond, Bronte had dragged you to the door leading to the back garden. You grumbled a little, feeling uncomfortable. You did not look like him, how could anyone believe the two of you were related ? You sighed as Bronte’s men opened the door, allowing you finally get to the garden. People were suddenly rendered silent to the sight of Bronte holding you under his arm.

Quite surprised by the sudden lack of talks which had been overwhelming for endless minutes, Arthur turned back to the doors and gasped. As he noticed you, holding Bronte’s arm with the most confused face he had ever seen, his heart suddenly stopped beating. You hated dragging everyone’s attention on you, and people’s silence made you feel uneasy, despite the music was still being played. Arthur watched Bronte whisper something to your ear and gently push you forward, you went downstairs as people restarted chatting. However, Arthur was, once and for all, lost in his deepest thoughts.

While looking at you going downstairs in your beautiful red dress, Arthur felt like time had stopped. He could no longer hear people talk around him, some of them were nearly gone. The rest of the world did no longer exist to his eyes, and the only clear thing he could see was you. You, beautifully joining the rest of the guests, shyly turning your face down, unable to look at these people. Arthur only had eyes for you, only you. Your beauty had made him loose his composure, he kept his eyes wide open as you finished your descent, gently grabbing a glass of champagne a waiter had quickly presented to you.

"Jesus Christ…" Arthur mumbled

You were beautiful, so beautiful ! This dress suited you so much and was so flattering, your hairstyle was perfect… everything Arthur could see led him to think he was looking at the most beautiful angel of a Renaissance painting. Only you, Tilly and Mary-Beth had the opportunity to see the dress, leaving Arthur, Dutch, Hosea and Bill mesmerised by the way it suited you. Arthur wanted to run to you and compliment you. He loved the way you looked, the way you walked around, the way you were holding yourself. Despite noticing how uncomfortable you were, Arthur was baffled by your capacity to act like a woman of Saint-Denis’ high society !

Dutch and Hosea were proud of the way you acted, they had taught you right. Since your arrival, back where you were in your mid-teens, Hosea had taught you to perform scams, but also to behave depending on your surroundings. You were a chameleon, taught so well that nobody could have guessed your true nature. Even you felt strange when you had first looked in the mirror after putting this dress on !

Arthur was about twenty-five when you came and had always been friendly towards you. He had seen you grow and mature into the woman you were that day. However, your relationship had been quite peculiar since a few months, as Arthur had appeared to display evident signs of attraction towards you, awkwardly offering you flowers he would leave by your tent or drawings he would hide under your pillow. That Blackwater incident had brought the two of you much closer, enough for you not to bother about kissing him before the rest of the gang anymore. However, that night, you had to forget about this idea.

Arthur was dragged out of his thoughts by a man gently tapping his shoulder. In fact, he had completely stopped his sentence in the middle of a conversation about Wapiti Indians. He softly apologised to the group of people surrounding him, taking a step back. In no way could he not go and, at least, break Dutch’s command and talk to you. He could not avoid it, you were like a magnet, waiting there alone by the gazebo.

"‘Scuse me." Arthur said, walking away

You could not hold your smile as you noticed Arthur walking towards you, his eyes wide open, unable to look away. How beautiful you were, even sipping some champagne, finding its taste rather common and not worth these compliments people kept making about it and its provenance. Arthur stood before you for a second, so mesmerised by your beauty that he could not even say a word, his smile being so sweet and genuine that it made you chuckle at little. You knew you had won his heart just by looking at him.

"Good evening, Miss." Arthur said, gently taking your gloved hand to kiss it

"Sir." you smiled back

"M-may I say… you look gorgeous tonight, Miss."

"Thank you, Sir."

Arthur smiled even more. People started dancing waltz near you, you gently placed your glass on the nearest table and caught Arthur's hand to dance with him. He was terrified, for some reason. Terrified and thrilled to dance with you. He was good at it, Dutch had taught him some easy moves back when he was younger, but your beauty was quick to make him loose his self control. He placed his hand on your waist and started dancing with you while people minded their own business, except Dutch. Despite you looked absolutely adorable together, Arthur had disobeyed his orders. The two of you had different tasks for the night, you were not even supposed to talk to each other… but it was too late.

"Enjoyin’ the party, Miss Y/SN ?" Arthur asked

"It’s Miss Bronte for tonight, Sir." you calmly responded with a quick wink. "Viola Bronte."

"Oh, didn’t know Signor Bronte had relatives in Saint-Denis, Viola Bronte."

"Me neither."

The two of you chuckled, looking into each other’s eyes for a moment while dancing. Arthur would have wanted to dance all night long with you, he would have wanted to be alone with you. Just the two of you. You were like a star to his eyes, the most beautiful star, she most shiny one. Among these women, only you had caught Arthur’s whole attention. Your attitude, posture, attire… there was no doubt, he loved you. You were the fairest of them all.

You kept looking into his starry eyes, his smile was the beautifulest gift he could offer you. His puppy glance and sweet facial expression were worth everything, it was hard to resist to the temptation to kiss him right away. In fact, it had always been hard not to give up and do whatever he wanted, his eyes would win you over anytime !

"You’re beautiful." he said, blushing a little

You were like magnets, unable to be taken away from each other. Nobody could separate you in your dance, not even fireworks which were launched by the end of this modernised version of one of Bach’s symphonies. You quickly turned to the sky to watch them, your mouth remained half opened as you did not even notice you were still holding onto Arthur’s hand. Neither you nor him could take your eyes away from the fireworks, you kept smiling while looking at them until Dutch passed by you, giving Arthur the task to subdue some papers while you had to distract the maids.

"Get inside, lovebirds." he said. "Don’t get caught, we’ve got papers to retrieve."

The two of you went back inside but neither you nor Arthur could hold it any longer. As soon as got hidden into the Mayor’s office after closing all doors around you, Arthur quickly walked to you and took you by the waist, giving you the most passionate kiss he could offer. Waiting for so long to finally be able to hold you against him… was a hard thing to endure !

You held his face between your hands, running your fingers through his short beard. He even applied some Cologne ! You felt his tongue crossing yours, making you shiver of excitement. This was obviously not the best place for the two of you to do something… beyond your tasks, but you still allowed Arthur to run his hands on your thighs while gently pressing your lips against his. Your heart rate increased as you heard someone walk past the room, causing Arthur to jump back from you and crouch under the desk, dragging you with him while chuckling.

"Is there someone here ?"

"Get down !" he whispered

One of Bronte’s men had just walked into the room. Arthur kept his finger on his smiling mouth while holding you close to him, waiting for the footsteps to vanish in the distance. The two of you felt like children playing hide and seek, but the festivities had to stop, unfortunately. As Arthur took your hand to help you going leaving your hiding spot, he gently kissed the top of your head.

"Let’s go home, sweetheart." he whispered, taking your hand. "We’ll continue what we started there."

to be continued, maybe -

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The kids are alright pt 2

Summary: Awkward dinner at Kazanskys, where Bradley and Mav are forced to talk.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

W/C: 3.1k

Rating: PG, age gap alluded

TWs: none

A/N: It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I guess we're in it now...

Part 1 | Masterlist | List of tags | Part 3 | Part 4

- It's open! - you screamed as loud as you could when your doorbell rang. You were in the process of taking food out of the oven and Tom was still finishing something up in the nursery, so it was just easier to let your guests know that they could just come in. The door opened, and you took a peek into a corridor to see who arrived first. - Mav! Come in, come in! Dinner will be ready in just a second. - you smiled at Pete, and when he started to come further, you shot him a warning look; there was a strict rule in your house about leaving shoes at the door, and he immediately knew what you meant.

- Sorry, sorry! - he laughed awkwardly and took his shoes off. - It's good to see you, y/n. - he said, as soon as he joined you in the kitchen. - This is for you. And I know it looks like wine, but it's actually a non-alcoholic blend, safe for pregnant women, I checked! - he placed the bottle and flowers on the kitchen island and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as a welcoming gesture.

- Awwww... Thank you so much. - you smiled, carefully maneuvering an oven tray, so you wouldn't accidentally burn him.

- Do you need help with anything? - he asked and started rolling his sleeves up.

- Actually, yes! Could you put the cutlery and glasses on the table? And there is a pitcher with chilled lemonade in the fridge. - you knew each other for so long, that you didn't have any issues with putting him to work.

- Sure! - as soon as he got closer to the table, the bell rang again, but this time you didn't have to yell, because your husband came downstairs and opened the door. You couldn't exactly hear the conversation that was happening between them, because you focused on looking for the wooden trivet, and when you finally found it, Mav was getting the pitcher from the fridge, so you tasked him with taking another thing to the table.

- Bradley! - you smiled when the younger man entered the kitchen and gave him a brief hug to welcome him into your house, while your husband went to the dining room to greet Mav. Only now you noticed that Brad brought the exact same bottle as his godfather did, and you couldn't help but laugh. - I'm gonna selfishly assume that it's for me. - you pointed at the bottle, and he laughed awkwardly, still a little bit unsure how to behave in your company.

- Yeah, It's safe for... - he started, but you cut him off.

- ...pregnant women, because it's a non-alcoholic blend? - you finished for him and pointed your chin toward the kitchen island, where a twin of the bottle he was holding currently stood.

- Ah. - he tensed for a moment, but you squeezed his shoulder and gave him a wide smile.

- It's not like I'm not gonna drink it... - you winked at him, and he finally relaxed. - By the way, I really like the shirt. It suits you. - you complimented his choice while taking the plates out of the cupboard.

- Thanks, it was my dad's... My mum saved most of his stuff and I finally grew into them. - there was a shadow of a pain in his voice, and yet he felt comfortable enough to share that with you, and that was a success.

- Well, like I've said, it looks good on you. - you smiled again and finally got to plating the food. You started with a base of mashed potatoes, followed by roasted and glazed veggies, and on top, you placed the already cut and cooked to-perfection roast. - Be a dear and help me with plates, would you? - you smiled, and he immediately jumped on the occasion to help you by grabbing the remaining two plates and following you to the dining room. - Sit, boys, sit! Before the food starts to get cold! - it didn't matter that you were almost the youngest of them all, they were still boys in your eyes, especially taking some of their behaviors into consideration.

- It looks amazing, y/n! Like something from a high-end restaurant! - Mav complimented, taking the seat to the left of Ice.

- Thanks! Maybe if you visited us more often, you'd be more used to food that didn't come in a metal tray. - you gave him a cheeky smile, and he rose his arms in a defensive gesture. You definitely didn't cook every day, but you actually enjoyed it, so when you did, you always tried to do something more... layered than quick. - Hmm... You know what? I might try that non-wine, but please feel free to just eat. - you went to the kitchen to get the bottle, one glass, and a wine opener, but when you came back to the dining room, they were still awkwardly sitting in silence.

- Guys, seriously? - you sighed heavily and shook your head in disappointment. - Since it's definitely illegal to get angry at a pregnant lady... - you noticed Ice giving you a warning look, but you just started opening the bottle. - Bradley, before she died, Carole made Mav promise that he wouldn't let you fly, so he tried to keep that promise by doing something stupid and pulling your papers from the academy. - you took the cork out and started pouring the non-wine into a wine glass, while Mav was giving a gigantic side-eye to your husband. - And before you'll say anything - no, he didn't tell me, your voice is loud and I have good hearing. - well, it wasn't exactly all true, because you didn't hear the part about the promise, just about pulling papers, but he didn't know that. - And just so we're clear, it's a stupid-ass attempt at keeping that promise. You should have told him as soon as he was old enough to understand, instead of going behind his back. - you finally sat down and took a sip of the non-wine, which was surprisingly good. - And now - let's eat. The food is getting cold. - you were the only one who actually started eating, but that was easy to predict after what you just said.

- Is... Is that true...? - Bradley finally broke the silence - About my mom, I mean... - he clarified almost immediately, and Mav sighed heavily.

- Yeah... She was worried that you... - Mav tried to find the right words. - That you might end up like your dad... And to be honest, I agree... I don't want anything bad to happen to you. - well, he definitely could have phrased it better, but it was extremely easy to notice how much he cared about his godson. - And when I heard that you applied to the academy... - his voice cracked a bit. - The thought of possibly losing you too... - he wasn't able to actually finish the sentence, and placed all his focus on the dish you prepared.

- I understand why you would want to do that. - Bradley said cautiously, trying to understand and process his emotions at the lightning speed. - I don't agree with what you tried to do, and it hurts me that you don't trust me enough to make my own decisions. - was the Kid actually more mature than Maverick?

- No, that's not... - Pete tried to cut in, but Bradley put his right hand up, stopping him.

- Let me finish, please... - he took a deeper breath. - I understand that being a pilot in any branch of the military is dangerous and that if my dad was still alive, he would definitely try to sway me in a different direction... But in the end, it's still my decision. Doesn't matter what you, my mom, or even my dad would think. And I honestly would rather do that with someone in my corner, rather than completely alone. But I am prepared to do that alone, no matter what. So it's your decision, Mav... - he finally looked at his uncle, and you gently squeezed your husband's hand, because they finally communicated like adults.

- I... I just don't want to lose you... - Pete raised his gaze and looked at his godson. - In any way... - he added. - So I'm going to be there for you on one condition... - Bradley looked at him with a giant question mark basically painted on his face. - You will protect me from your mother in the afterlife because she's definitely gonna kill me. - the younger man couldn't help but laugh.

- Deal. - now they both laughed and Mav stood up to hug Bradley, who actually shed a tear or two, and you realized that for a moment he was absolutely ready to cut Mav from his life here and now, and was relieved that he didn't have to.

- Great, now that we're all on the same page, eat. I didn't spend hours in the kitchen just so the food could look pretty. - now even Ice laughed, and took the fork and knife in his hands.

- Thank you... - Bradley finally looked at you again, and you only nodded in acknowledgment. You knew exactly what it was like to grow up with people who, by trying to shield you from anything bad, ended up hurting you more.

You could tell that Mav wasn't exactly happy with that outcome, and would most likely be a bit colder towards you for some time, but you knew that in the long run, it would have definitely been worth it. Not only that, but you knew how hard it must have been for him because you went through it all with Ice, who was currently tactically choosing not to speak about the topic. Tom also carried with him an immense amount of guilt when it came to Goose's death, but years of therapy and - not to brag - a healthy relationship with you, helped him process that tragedy. You were one of the few people in his life who weren't afraid to call him up on his bullshit, especially when he was beginning to spiral down because of all the responsibility that was weighing on his shoulders.

The rest of the evening was much calmer, and eventually, everyone relaxed, and you were planning a deeper conversation with Pete one to one, because you didn't want to leave anything unsaid to fester and rot, and it would be much easier to let him be angry at you and say it to your face, than letting him process that quietly. On the one hand, you were frustrated that you were the one that had to be the more mature in that relationship, because, well, you were much younger; but on the other hand... You felt sorry for him because he never learned healthy communication and instead just compartmentalized to a dangerous degree. And of course, he was convinced that therapy wouldn't do anything for him, with which you completely disagreed, but it's not like you could force him to go.

Eventually they left, and you were splayed on the couch with your feet on one of the ottomans, because you could just feel them swelling up from sitting in one position for so long. You had the perfect angle to watch your gorgeous husband tidying up the dinner table and doing dishes in the kitchen, which made you feel a bit guilty, because you were relaxing while he was cleaning, but one smile from him was enough to blow those worries away.

He was unusually quiet, even for him, but you didn't want to dig into his thoughts just yet; you knew him well enough to know he was still processing what happened at dinner, and you didn't want to interrupt that, so you opted out fur just ogling him in his white button-up. Even though it was just dinner with friends, he still chose to dress up nicely, and the white linen contrasted beautify with his tan skin; sometimes you couldn't believe how lucky you were, having him in your life.

- Penny for your thoughts...? - he was the first one to break the silence, when he finished cleaning up and putting leftovers in the fridge. He sat on the couch with you, moved your feet to his knees and started gently massaging them, and you reclined even more and moaned, because it felt so good.

- I was just admiring my husband... - he couldn't help but smile, and you quickly followed. - How handsome you look in that shirt... And how good you are to me... - you continued and closed your eyes. - I just love you so much... - you added a bit quieter, because he managed to hit all the right spots to help you completely relax.

- I love you too, dove... - you could tell just by his tone that something was still on his mind, so you propped yourself on the cushions and looked at him.

- Spill it, Kazansky. - he laughed a bit when you used the last name, but eventually he sighed heavily.

- I just... I think I agree with Mav... - you knew it was hard for him to admit that, and you were glad that he felt comfortable enough with you to share his true thoughts.

- About not letting Bradley join the academy? - you asked and he nodded. This time you went quiet, trying to analyze the situation from his perspective. - Is it about keeping Carole's promise? - you prodded a bit deeper.

- Well... Not entirely. - he was still massaging your feet, but he was completely lost in his thoughts. - You know I was there when Goose died, and you know my role in it. - he took another break, and you let him, because you knew that even after all those years it was hard for him to talk about that. - I don't want him to get hurt. And being in the navy, being a pilot... It increases those chances immensely... - you exhaled softly, and he looked at you with a question on his face, expecting input.

- Your daughter is squishing my lungs, please continue. - he chuckled a bit and his expression softened.

- I just... I don't think either Mav or me would be able to ever forgive ourselves if anything happened to Bradley, and we had a chance to stop it. - he finally finished, and you took a moment to better understand his point of view. You didn't have half of his experience, especially when it came to loosing people, but you could still relate to parts of what he meant.

- Full honesty or did you just want to vent? - you asked, when he shifted a bit on the couch to face you more.

- Honesty... I'm having trouble coming to terms with everything. - he replied and looked at you with that soft expression that was reserved only for the most vulnerable moments with you.

- There are many ways of keeping someone safe... - you started cautiously. - You can wrap them in bubble wrap, shove them into a closed room and never let them outside, and technically you would still be keeping them safe. But you can also let them explore on their own and be there to catch them when they fall. - you stopped for a bit, trying to find the right words. - You heard him today... He would still apply again, even if you pulled his papers. And we both know, he would eventually find a way to get in... - Tom sighed heavily; he knew you were right and waited for you to continue. - I understand that you worry about him and that you don't want anything bad happening to him, but you have to ask yourself if at some point, you won't become the "bad" thing happening to him, because you would prohibit him from living his life to the fullest and doing things he evidently loves... - it was a tough pill to swallow, but you were also able to look at this whole situation without any guilt and from a point a bit closer to Bradley's. - By cutting his options for any type of experience, you would be stunting his growth and taking away all the good things he could have lived through... - you took another break to collect your thoughts, and Tom allowed you to do that without any interruptions. - I mean, you knew that going into the navy was dangerous as hell, and yet you still did it. And you've met so many wonderful people, including me... - he couldn't help but laugh at that remark. - ...and you have so many good memories. Gods know how hard it is to get you and Slider to bed when you meet for "just 20 minutes" and end up talking about good old times till the break of dawn. - he laughed again, and started to relax a bit. - So you have to ask yourself, love... With all the knowledge you have now, with all the lives you lost, with all the bad things that happened... If you could go back in time, would you choose a different career? And if not, why do you expect from Bradley to do so...? - there was a long, heavy silence after your last question, and you let him process everything you've said. He was lost in his brain for a good ten minutes before he looked at you again, and you just smiled, but this time it didn't reach your eyes. - Perfect outcome unfortunately doesn't exist... I wish it did, because I see how much it's eating you up, and I wish I could magically make it all go away... - he sighed heavily, and squeezed your feet one last time, before putting them back on the ottoman, and maneuvering your body, so you could lean on him now, instead of cushions.

- When the hell did you get so wise, dove...? - he hugged you from behind and put his hands on your stomach, trying to feel your daughter move.

- I came out of the mold like that... - you laughed and turned your head to the left and inhaled his scent. - And she's sleeping, so she won't be moving for a while... - you added, but Tom still kept his hands on your stomach and was just tracing the flowery pattern of your dress with his fingers.

- I'm just glad to have you in my life, you honestly have no idea how much you are helping me... - he finally broke the comfortable silence that settled between you two.

- It goes both ways. - you put your head on his shoulder and covered his hands with your own. Well, it was a small exaggeration, because you were able to cover 2/3, maybe 3/4 of his, but he still stopped moving them. - We make a pretty good team though... - you smiled softly when you felt a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

- We do, dove... that we do... - you couldn't see it, but you could still hear a smile in his voice.

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