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gottawhump · 3 years

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Hot Water

CW/TW: explicit noncon, hand/arm whump, boiling/burning, drugging, slut shaming, genital mention, misogynistic language. Elves.

The pot boiled, bubbles breaking the surface. Steam rose from it. Bits of gold and green glitter in the bottom, a bracelet, a ring, a single emerald earring. Master’s treasures, that she never wore.

Ryssa squirmed on Master’s fingers, whimpering with need, her skin as hot as the water. She rubbed against Master, getting a kiss. Drawing it out, hungrily. Trying to distract.

19 stared at the boiling pot, tears pooling and spilling from her blue eyes. She lifted her hand.

“Go ahead,” Master said. “Fetch, slut. Make yourself useful.”

19 took a deep breath, plunged her hand in, up past her elbow. Grabbed the golden bracelet, pulled it out. She gasped, shuddered, sobbed, her arm red and blistering up past the elbow. She bent in obeisance, forehead to the floor, palm open, offering the glittering treasure.

Master ignored 19, pulling her fingers out of Ryssa. “Open.”

She opened her mouth, taking in the fingers, the pills thrust down her throat. She sucked her juices off, swallowed the pills. Taking whatever Master gave her, like a good girl. Only then did Master take the bracelet from 19.

“The ring, next. Use the other hand. Fetch!”

Ryssa doesn’t know how the small slave doesn’t scream, reaching once more into the boiling water. Pulling it out again, she made smothered noises.

Ryssa felt calm, now, familiar drugged lassitude, while every nerve burned. She moaned, her cunt pulsing, when Master sucked and bit her nipples. She arched when Master fingered her once more. She is the slut, begging with her body to be fucked, while her friend suffers. It should be her, sentenced to the dogs. She deserved it.

“Such a good girl,“ Master murmured. She deigned to accept the ring from 19’s shaking hand. Both arms blistering, some skin sloughing off, exposing raw meat. It horrified Ryssa, somewhere deep beneath the ocean calm of the drug. This was mercy, she reminded herself.

“One left.” The tiny earring, its green stone exactly matching the one on her third tag. “Maybe you should fetch it with your teeth, 19.”

Ryssa cannot say no. Cannot say stop. Would not be listened to, if she could. She kissed Master again, nibbling her lips. Master dropped the ring on the bed, cupping a breast. Wet, willing, what Master wanted. Breath short, ragged. If-if Master fucked her, maybe she would forget 19 and the boiling pot.

“Pleaee,” she breathed. “Please, Master.”

“Please what, precious?”

Please stop. Please don’t hurt her anymore. She swallowed the bad thoughts down, and said the expected words. “Please fuck your slut.”

“Soon. After 19 fetches my last treasure. You can wait a little longer, since you want me to keep the worthless butch.” Master’w hands on her hurt, squeezing, digging.

“Ah, ah!”

“You make such lovely noises, precious. Time to fetch, 19!”

The black haired slave leaned forward, holding her arms behind her. She blinked rapidly against the steam. In another moment, she must plunge into the steaming, bubbling water.

Ryssa moaned, a tremble going her whole body, even her cunny spasming around her Master’s fingers. Coming without permission meant punishment. It is all she has to distract, the roll of her hips, her gasp of delight when Master grazes her nipple with teeth.

“Pleaee,” Ryssa breathed out again.

“Hurry up, 19! Use both your damned hands!”

Master threw her back on the bed, spreading her wide apart, so she only hears the other girl’s shriek when she plunges both arms into the boiling water, then her sobbing.

But then there is a moment, a pause in Master’s attentions, and she hears, “Good girl. Now get out of my sight.”

She floated, on the ocean calm, on the roughly crashing waves of lust as her Master’s steel pounded in and out of her. She struggles not to come, grabbing fistfuls of velvet coverlet as she arches and shudders.

“Please, please?”

“You want to come, my little slut?”

“Yes, please, Master!”

“What do you say, precious?”

She let out a miserable moan.

“Use your words.”

“I-I love you, Master.”

“Yes. Come now, precious.”

The orgasm ripples through her, the only release occasionally allowed her. Then the agony comes, coursing through her, sharp intense shocks. She cried out in pain, gasping for air in Master’s arms. Master kept stroking her, rubbing her clit in circles while fucking her.

“Keep going, precious. I know you can take more.”

Precious obeyed, pleasure and pain mixing in new ways as the collar punishes her for the pleasure forced from her body. It’s happened before, when she came without permission, but she had permission, she’d been good.

It goes on and on, until Master is satisfied. She pulled the steel from inside Ryssa. Shaking, sobbing, Ryssa crawled over to clean it.

“That’s my good girl. Put my treasures away, then you must rest for a few hours in your crate.”

#whump #noncon tw #Ryssa #19 #Kiri #drugging mention #burning/boiling

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bwoahtastic · 4 years

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Look Mai (@dreamingofseastars ) send this pic and Monti (@soft-f1-butches ) begged soooooo tadaa

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George loved the feeling of Lewis's lips on his skin. Lewis was talented, definitely knew what he was doing and George knew the moment the older man's plush lips brushed over his skin that he was in for mind boggling pleasure.

"Lewy..." George gasped when the older man pushed him up against the wall. The height George had on Lewis didn't even matter, George was like putty in Lewis's hands and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

"Don't call me Lewy, it isn't sexy." Lewis snorted, sucking a bruise over George's collarbone. George gasped softly, hands going up to Lewis's head, carding his fingers through the soft curls. Lewis hummed and pushed into the touch, eyes briefly fluttering closed.

"You're like a cat." George teased. Lewis rolled his eyes.

"Don't sass me or I might just not let you cum." He grumbled lowly, biting at George's bottom lip. George hummed.

"You're too kind for that." He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Lewis's lips. "Now, are we going to fuck in the hall again or can I actually see your house this time around?" Lewis's eyes narrowed again at the teasing words but then he nodded, taking George's hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles before leading him along.

George was in awe by the elegant and beautiful home, but really, he had expected nothing less. Everything was grand and just almost over the top and it fit Lewis perfectly.

"This is my bedroom, my bathroom is through there." Lewis said, walking into a cosy, open space with a large bed in the centre. George smiled, wanting to jog to the bed, but then suddenly caught a glimpse of the bathroom.

"We're having sex in here." George decided, walking through the door while already unbuttoning his shirt.

The bathroom was the most beautiful bathroom George had ever seen, large and elegant with the occassional Roman column and just enough marble so it wouldn't become tacky.

The bath was built into the floor, large enough to be a small pool and surrounded by large, full length mirrors.

"God I'm so turned on right now." George muttered as he continued to get undressed while Lewis headed over to fiddle with the bath's taps.

"You're always turned on when you visit me." Lewis purred, sauntering back to the younger man- who was now completely naked, his cock proudly standing up and already leaking precum - and humming in approval as George started to undress him too.

"Open me up." George demanded, reprimanded only by a soft tug on his hair. Lewis still complied, grabbing a glass vial - Lewis was all about the aesthetic, George knew that but holy shit - and slicking up his fingers. They knelt on the marble floor together, kissing languidly as Lewis reached around George, gently teasing the tight ring of muscle. George gasped and dug his fingers into Lewis's shoulders as a finger slowly breached him.

"Fuck yes." George breathed shakily, glancing over Lewis shoulder and seeing their reflection in the mirrors.

"You like watching yourself, baby?" Lewis purred, pushing a second finger in.

"Well you obviously do too if you chose these mir-aah!" George gasped when Lewis skillfully found his prostrate, rubbing it teasingly lightly.

"Too sassy." Lewis warned, but George knew the older man loved him like this.

"I want you to fuck me from behind in the bath." George blurted out. "Fuck me hard while I see us in the mirror." He added, cheeks flushing.

"Everything for you." Lewis whispered, sweetly pressing a kiss to George's lips and George just loved him so fucking much.

The water was warm but not too hot (George's skin already felt feverish enough on its own) and Georgr smiled as he waded through the water to the other side, climbing on the bench cut out in the submerged stone and kneeling on top of it. His ass was just submerged underwater now as well, but his chest was level with the mirror as George rested his hands on the edge. Lewis came up behind him and god, George had never realised how beautiful they were together.

"Ready, babydoll?" Lewis whispered, slowly pushing in to George's heat as he maintained eyecontact through the mirror. George moaned, his eyes fluttering closed, but a firm hand on his chin made him open them again.

"You need to watch, watch yourself cum." Lewis whispered, setting a slow, torturous pace. George saw the older man check himself out in the mirror too and made to tease him, but a sharp thrust easily shit him up.

"F-fuck..." George gasped, bracing himself on the ledge as Lewis thoroughly fucked him, the water splashing up around them.

It took embarrassingly little for George to cum, but when Lewis followed right after him he didn't mind so much anymore.

George sighed as Lewis pulled out and turned, sitting down on the bench and pulling a face at the soreness in his ass. Lewis sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him into his side.

"I'm never leaving this place." George groaned happily. "You better find another house because this one's mine now." He purred, happily stretching out his legs.

"I think we can share." Lewis joked back, but his eyes were earnest.

Was Lewis asking him to move in?

George was about to ask, but then Lewis pressed kiss to his head and grabbed a bottle of bodywash (another glass vial, where did Lewis shop??) and started to wash George gently, dark eyes focused as he ran his fingers over George's skin.

God, George loved Lewis so much.

#tadaaa #hope you enjoy #fic #george/lewis

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deirdra-hearts-nadia · 3 years

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💑👍👓

Ooh fun! Deirdra's romantic history is very fun to discuss so I love these.

💑 What are my muse's requirements for a potential partner?

Emotionally: Deirdra is a mature woman, both in terms of being in her late 30s and also in being an emotionally balanced individual, so she wants a partner who is at a similar place in life. She has never been a party girl, she's never had a "slutty phase," and while she doesn't judge people who do, it's just not going to match her energy. However, she definitely needs a top. This Bitch Is A Bottom, and in the past if she had a relationship with someone who was bottom-inclined or a switch, the energy became too stagnant between them. She needs someone who will take charge in romance, because her useless gay ass just Can Not.

Physically: Deirdra is Extremely Gay On Main and has a weakness for basically all varieties of hot lady/enby. Soft femme? Yes. Stone Cold Butch? YES. Androgynous waif? Yes. Strong Thicc Lady? Hell yes. Delicate willowy fae? Let her pillow you on her bosom. Soft curves all over? Come here, you'll be the comfiest wives in the world. Tall? You're adorable. Small? You're adorable! Deirdra sees the beauty in all people and will make you feel gorgeous no matter what. She also frequently compliments her guy friends and makes them feel hot, but not in a way that indicates that she would make out with them.

👍Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

Deirdra would rather be asked. She is the classic Clueless Lesbian who has no idea when someone is into her, and has mistaken past dates for a Just Friends Outing until she found herself with a lady in her lap, kissing her. It was, almost every time, an extremely pleasant surprise. She can do the asking, but until recently did not have the confidence to do so, and consequently has never actually been the asker. She probably would have eventually gotten the courage to ask Nadia to marry her, but obviously Nadi got there first.

Now that she's married, she will definitely be the asker in future. Most people assume that they can't ask a married person on a date, and so when she wants to have an additional partner she has to explicitly tell them she is interested and available.

👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex?

Not about anything significant. Lying to your partner is a guarantee that you will have to have a more difficult and much more unpleasant conversation later when whatever you lied about comes out, and she is not into that. She would, however, tell minor lies to cover up a sexy surprise. (I have a fic about this on the way.)

#ask deirdra!#i love my useless gay baby

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aethryos · 4 years

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Scionic Cycle Series Intro - Entire PPT presentation

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Life – Plot Basics

[Image: Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon

AEthryos (logo)

AEthryos.com]

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon book series

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Life [image of cover]

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Death [image of cover]

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Rebirth [image of cover]

Available on Amazon.com for Kindle or paperback

[AEthryos Logo]

About the Author - AEthryos

Asexual, Aromantic, Agender Author and Artist

Graphic Designer

Volunteer with PFLAG

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Inspiration

5 years ago the thought in my head was “What if the Avatar was trans?”

Wrote fanfiction about the next Avatar

Started with trans woman main character

Where are the trans men in pop culture? MC is now a trans man

Possible because Korrasami is canon

Narrative choices

I wanted characters like the people around me

Lots of queer people

I am surrounded by trans/non-binary people, queer people, autistic people, asexual people

I really wanted to show that we are people with wants, needs, hopes, and desires

It’s a fantasy story, not a queer story

[image of the Scionic Cycle globe]

Contemporary, Urban, Fantasy Inspired by Avatar: the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra

1940’s-50’s tech

Primarily in cities

Magic users

Martial arts based

Not wands, staves, staffs or books

4 types of elemental qi [magic]

Earth, Fire, Air, Water

If a person has magic, they only have 1 of these types

the Scion (the chosen one)

Scion has access to all the magic

Reincarnation of previous Scion

Switches between elements every life

[image: drawing of globe, enlarged with location names]

Scionic Cycle: Characters – Scion Wan Yamazaki

1 of 2 main characters

Cisgender, heterosexual male

18 years-old

Original Element: Fire

Conflagration citizen

He is a celebrity

Body type

Medium height

Sinewy muscles

Japanese

Japanese Bruce Lee

[image of a slide with info above. collage of: Tony Stark, arms wide, with text- Keep Calm Cause I Am the Chosen One, Aang from Avatar the Last Airbender with fire behind him, Bruce Lee, Japanese Flag]

Scionic Cycle: Characters – Dr. Tupilek of the Imaq Tribe of the North

Cisgender, heterosexual male (You can’t have just 1, otherwise it’s tokenism)

25 years-old

Element: Water qi

Specialization: combining healing qi and blood qi

At forefront of new medical knowledge

From North Pole, Imaq Tribe

Body type

Medium height

“Dad bod”

Inuit

[Image collage: 2 Inuit people in the snow wearing parkas, Dr. James Makokis in an office, Staff of Hermes, open hand with water floating over it, Flag of Nunavut.

[drawing of a dark skin man with a toque, glasses, blue bow tie, and blue polo shirt

[photo: Anthony Johnson and James Makokis are an Indigenous, two-spirit couple won The Amazing Race Canada (Sept. 11, 2019)]

Scionic Cycle: Characters – Ayya Aloma

Butch lesbian with a crimson mohawk

Mid 30’s?

Element: Air qi

High ranking monk in the Zephyrs

Tibetan monks

World peace keepers with quasi-military

Mayor of the Village

Small neighborhood in Attla City

Self-made, safe space for LGBTQ+ individuals

Advocate for queer rights within city

Body type

Medium height

Thin body from flying

Tibetan

[collage: woman with red mohawk, Tibetan monk, person flying in a full body wing suit, Tibetan flag, Philly pride flag, Lesbian flag - orange to pink

[drawing: dark skin woman with red hair in a mohawk smiling and holding up peace sign in front of the lesbian flag]

Scionic Cycle: Characters – Noble Zifen, a.k.a. Fen

Autistic, demisexual, genderqueer person.

They/them pronouns

Inspiration – Genderqueer Nicola Tesla

17 years-old

Element: Electricity

Subtype of fire

Has no fire qi, only electricity

Inventor

Born in Conflagration. Now lives in the Village

Body type

Medium height

Japanese

[image collage: background is the ENIAC computer, man with prosthetic arm holding a drill, grant imahara, nicola tesla, japanese flag, rainbow infinity symbol with “autism acceptance” written overtop, genderqueer flag, demisexual flag

[drawing of a light skin person with glasses wearing overalls and yellow shirt in front of nonbinary flag]

Scionic Cycle: Characters – Sun Ching

Asexual, gender non-conforming woman

18 years-old

No qi

So fascinated by qi that she dedicated her life to learning the martial arts of the elements

Master of Earth qi martial arts

Proficient at Fire and Air

Former citizen of city-state Yaosai Jin

Body type

Short, stout

Thick muscular body

Biracial: Chinese and Indian

Binds her chest

Magical world = magical binders (author note: don’t bind and exercise)

[collage: martial artist posing with bo staff, Becky Lynch of WWE holding arms out wide with text “Come at me bro,” Indian Olympian Mary Kom flexing with right hand out in victory, Indian Olympian Karnam Malleswari lifting weights, China/India flags, man wearing binder, asexual flag]

Wait, you are missing the trans character. Where is he?

Scionic Cycle: Characters – Kun Ching

Asexual, transgender man

18 years-old

Light Scion - All the qi

So fascinated by qi that he dedicated his life to learning the martial arts of the elements

Master of Earth qi martial arts

Proficient at Fire and Air

Former citizen of city-state Yaosai Jin

Body type

Short, stout

Thick muscular body

Biracial: Chinese and Indian

Binds his chest

Magical world = magical binders (author note: don’t bind and exercise)

Kun is a trans man.

In denial of his gender identity in the first book

The first book doesn’t bring up his dysphoria directly.

Second book subplot is him reconciling his gender identity.

Third book - his coming out

drawing: dark skin man with bandage on right cheek, wearing an open, green button down, shirt and a green shirt underneath, in front of transgender flag and wearing asexual button]

Scionic Cycle: Secondary Characters – Chetana of the Zephyrs & Bao of Deserete

Chetana

Military Police with the Zephyrs

Element: Air

Bisexual

Indian

Bao

Percussionist in Qi Stones

Element: Earth

Bisexual

Chinese

[drawing: Chetana -dark skin woman in red sleeveless shirt holding peace sign and in front of the Philly pride flag and bisexual pin on shirt

drawing: Bao -dark skin woman with green hair, wearing green shirt and black vest, in front of bisexual flag and wearing Philly pride pin]

Scionic Cycle: Main Cast & Relationships

Here is our main cast: Wan, Tupilek, Aloma, Fen, Kun, Chetana, and Bao

Relationships: Kun and Fen, Aloma and Bao, Tupilek and Chetana

[main cast images: previous drawings of Wan, Tupilek, Aloma, Fen, Kun, Chetana, and Bao

[relationship images: previous drawings in pairs: Kun and Fen, Aloma and Bao, Tupilek and Chetana]

Scionic Cycle: Dual Protagonists – Wan and Kun

Set up as yin and yang to each other.

Wan privileged. Kun has worked for everything

Wan is the Scion. Kun wishes he had qi

Wan is flashy and charismatic. Kun is gruff and calculating

Wan is naive. Kun is worldly

Equal in overall strength and skills

Kun is the Light Scion, Wan is the Dark Scion

Unintentional pop culture equivalents

Superman (Wan) and Batman (Kun)

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Life – Plot Basics

Fantasy Murder Mystery

Wan and Sun are both sent to the South Pole to learn water qi.

There Wan gets mind controlled

Find who did the mind control and why

Themes

Horrors of mind control

Respect

Humility

Friendship

LGBTQ

[image: Book cover -silhouette of a head in profile with a lightning bolt running up their neck, person standing holding a bo staff, also in silhouette, on yellow background. Title on top: Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Life, author name, AEthryos, on bottom left]

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Death – Plot Basics

Fantasy Spy Thriller

One year has passed since the climax of Life

New info from the climax

Who was behind the Big Bad of Life

Why the mind control?

Themes

PTSD

Depression and suicide

Biological Families

Found Family

Abuse

Kun’s Trans Identity

[image: book cover -three-sided pyramid with shadow to left, color washed out beige, title: Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Death]

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Rebirth – Plot Basics

Heroes Journey/Corruption

Happens immediately after the climax of Death

Themes

PTSD

Healng from Trauma

Kun’s coming out story where he struggles— and he’s done.

Kun’s heroes journey where he learns to unlock his potential

Wan’s abuse and how it makes him do horrible things

Light Scion and the Dark Scion

Love, romantic and brotherly

[image: book cover -yin/yang style emblem with light green face on left side and dark red face on right on a beige background, title: Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Rebirth, AEthryos logo on bottom right]

Scionic Cycle: Quick Stats

Life is Small Gods (Terry Pratchett) long at 82,000+ words

2 total rewrites [3 versions total], 3 major edit changes in V3

22 Chapters

Average 3,700 words/chapter

Death is Good Omens (Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman) long at 106,000+ words

3 total rewrites [4 versions total], 4 major edits of V4

31 chapters

Average 3,400 words/chapter

Rebirth is Small Gods (Terry Pratchett) long at 86,000+ words

2 total rewrites [3 versions total], 3 major edits of V3

33 chapters

Average 2,700 words/chapter

Original names: Avatar, Student, Water, Air, Fire (Wan, Kun, Tupilek, Aloma, Fen)

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon book series

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Life [image of cover]

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Death [image of cover]

Scionic Cycle: A New Aeon: Rebirth [image of cover]

Available on Amazon.com for Kindle or paperback

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love-killed-the-superstar · 4 years

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day 5 was fun!!!! we could all do with some happy cass!!!

CASSANDRA APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 5 - HAPPINESS

Happiness can be so many things, depending on who you ask. For Cassandra, it has changed over time.

It started with watching the sparks fly in Xavier's forge, it was crouching with her ear pressed against the door listening to her father talk about guard formation, it was sitting cross-legged on her bed drawing map after map of the castle, perfecting her cartography and wondering about what would come next. It was learning how to ride a horse, getting an extra toffee apple from Uncle Monty “just for being such a loyal customer”, it was the rare times she was invited to drink tea with the queen who watched her fondly, like maybe she would her own daughter some day.

Then as she grew older it was admiring her father's second-in-command, a tall butch nearing retirement, scribbling her feelings in letters that would never be sent, asking for the woman to help Cass with her form while she sparred. It was wishing she was grown up already so she could be as cool, as confident, as trusted. It was mastering weaponry, polishing the armour of the guard with her dad on rainy afternoon when training was cancelled, listening to his stories and wondering if she'd ever have some of her own one day, where she could be the hero and someone else would be listening with bated breath.

Happiness turned into something new entirely when she met Rapunzel.

Happiness was watching her kick ass. It was blackberry buns and friendship bracelets and learning to swim. It was long days at the lagoon, early mornings treading water, afternoons on the shores drying in the sun, late evenings sneaking in a quick sparring practice before picking their way back to the castle in time for Rapunzel's supper with her parents. It was opening herself up to someone who liked her for all the things she was told to conceal. It was warm eyes and soft hair and almost-kissable lips, begging her not to go.

Then... there wasn't really a whole lot. Did happiness come from the moonstone? Perhaps Cass found some misguided happiness from being taken seriously for once in her life. Maybe it did feel good just to let all her feelings fly, but between the continuous heartbreaks, the betrayals, and all the destruction left in her wake? Not so much.

Well. No use thinking about that now.

On her way back to Corona for the first time since she left for her journey, Cass stops by the lagoon. It feels a little weird, visiting without Rapunzel, almost like she shouldn't be here at all. It's never been hers alone – and so to be here alone is a surreal experience in itself. Well, if she can even call it a lone journey considering that Fidella and Owl have joined her.

Fidella is happy to stand in the shallows to keep cool while Owl stretches his wings, circling the skies above. Cass sits for a while, just basking in the sun. There's an almost dry heat, unusual for May, that bakes the lagoon slowly. Rolling waves of heat shimmer just above the water's surface, watches how the light dances with each rolling wave. She doesn't have much time to kill before heading off if she wants to make it back to the kingdom in time, but... there's something missing. Something she feels she can't return without.

See, happiness is Rapunzel, in a strange sort of way. For all of the grief they've shared, the anger they've hurled at each other, Cass loves her. So much. Likewise, Rapunzel loves her. Seeing her for the first time since her journey began will be... well, it'll be nerve-wracking to say the least. The letters they've exchanged while on the road have been tentative, neither one of them quite sure how to express their feelings through the coldness of pen and paper. Sure, they're more than friends now, and they and all their friends know that, but for what its worth they haven't actually really spent time together yet. Cass wants to do something; something strong, something meaningful, to make up for the distance.

So she goes swimming for stones.

The water is cool, a shock to her system after travelling in such warm, dry weather. Fidella watches her in amusement as she dives to the bottom, reaching for stones, bringing them to the surface in handfuls to examine the ones that will look just right for her gift. Happiness is moments like these, where nothing and no one in the world is keeping her from pursuing her goal. Happiness is what comes after too, floating on the surface in a starfish formation with the rocks piled safely on the sure, warmth beating down on her. She knows she can't stay here forever; along with the countdown until her expected return there's the risk of sunburn, and wouldn't that be an unsightly way to greet Raps after all this time? But still – just for a little while, with the sun on her face, warming her through and through, this is happiness.

…

Sometimes happiness takes a village – or in this case, a kingdom. Case in point, the whole of Corona is buzzing with anticipation for Rapunzel's birthday banquet tonight.

Cass has kept the plan of her return a secret to Rapunzel these last few weeks, at the request of Eugene – something that surprised her initially. She supposes at this point, after all the three of them have been through, it shouldn't be surprising that he wants her to be equally present in Rapunzel's life. Still, the gesture was oddly touching to her. What would that feeling be? Could happiness be acknowledgement, too?

Once he smuggles her into the throne room, grin wide as he poked fun at her new smattering of facial scars from life on the road, Cass is soon put to work. First comes the arrangement of the purple and gold balloons, the hanging of the banner, organisation of the gift piles. Then the entertainment is set up – a small, bare bones string quartet hold a short rehearsal that further invigorates the staff and guests. Cass then has her ear talked off by Kiera and Catalina, both enamoured by her new collection of battle scars, while they assist with the flower arrangements. Finally, after every table has been laid and the majority of staff have cleared out to take a brief rest before the celebration commences, a paper lantern is pressed into Cassandra's hands.

She looks up, and to her surprise, it is Queen Arianna handing her the lantern, with a warm smile she most often reserves for her own daughter.

“My Queen,” Cass says hurriedly, bowing her head in greeting.

“Cassandra,” she says, in a saccharine-sweet tone. “It's wonderful to have you back. Eugene did let me know of your secret arrangement, so I was hoping to say hello before the festivities begin.”

“It's good to be back. And I wouldn't miss Rapunzel's birthday for anything. Even after... all that I did, I hope it's all right that I came back.”

“The King still has some reservations,” Arianna muses, taking her own lantern in her hands. She takes a prepared letter from her robe pocket and rolls it up, securing it with a rich purple ribbon before slipping it inside the lantern. “But he isn't the most... adept to change. He will come around. And both Rapunzel and I see no problem with you returning. Corona will be your home for as long as you see it that way, and I can't think of a worse thing to do than turn you away from your home.”

Warmth blooms in Cassandra's chest, and she nods quickly, looking away. It's not easy, letting herself talk normally to the people around her who still remember the rampage she lead this time last year. But she isn't that person anymore. And to say that is more than just donning new scars and wearing new clothes. She doesn't spit fire at the drop of a hat anymore. She doesn't push people away. Everything is a conscious effort, of course, but just by doing so she knows she's moved past being the broken soul she was before.

“I can't wait to see her,” sighs Cass. “We've been in touch, but she's so much more in person.”

Arianna cracks a smile. “She'll be over the moon to see you too. Although Rapunzel tries not to show it, I can tell she's been sorely disappointed at the very notion that she might spend her birthday without you here to celebrate it with her.”

Cass blushes to her roots, but tries her best to keep her face unreadable. Still, it must be fairly obvious. Sometimes happiness is just knowing that Rapunzel misses her, thinks about her, wishes for her to appear.

“I had... hoped to visit for her birthday, but it's Eugene who actually reached out to me and convinced me to return.”

“Well, he wants what's best for Rapunzel,” Arianna says sagely, “and I can't imagine anyone she would want at her side more than the two of you.”

Now Cass knows her blush is unmistakable.

“Has Rapunzel... talked to you about how we left things?” she dares to ask, already feeling a little dizzy from the high stakes of this conversation.

“She has. And... it was me who told her that only she could decide what kind of queen she would one day become, and it's something I stand by. The company she keeps, and the nature of the relationships, are things that the three of you will have to talk about more publicly some day. For now, however, I'll just offer my congratulations, and my blessing.” Her eyes twinkle, and in this moment Cass feels seen, in a way she's just not used to.

“Thank you,” she whispers, mouth dry.

“From what I've seen, I think the three of you bring out the best in each other, and that's a remarkable quality for a relationship to have. A kingdom needs strong foundations to run smoothly, after all.”

“I, um... I want to do right by her,” Cass says quietly, hugging her lantern to her chest. “I wasn't in a good place before, but finding my own way in the world has changed me for the better, and it's something I don't think I could have done without Rapunzel. So, I want to be there for her too.”

“As long as you're happy, Cassandra,” Arianna says simply, a beaming smile on her face. After a pause, she adds, “And are you? Happy, I mean?”

Cass, with a grin of her own, nods.

“I – yes. I am.”

“Well then,” Arianna continues, sunny as ever, “I am overjoyed for you, my dear. I only hope you channel some of that happiness into your lantern message.”

She is soon called away to give her opinion on the royal table's flower arrangement, and Cass stares at her blank lantern, unsure of where to start. She's never been great at decorating, so it won't be pretty. As a kid she used to write some incomprehensible nonsense about how it was her dream to rescue the lost princess herself, but... well, that dream hadn't quite panned out like she'd pictured growing up.

In the end, she just writes from her heart.

I love you, Raps. And for as long as the sun shines, I will never stop.

It's short, it's just sappy enough without being overkill, and it's all hers.

Cassandra sets it to one side, and then Varian bursts into the room, shouting, “Everyone get down and dim the lights, she'll be here any minute!”

Eugene waves her over to join him and Lance, who are waiting right by the heavy doors with grins a mile wide, and Cass heads over with a spring in her step. She sticks a hand in her pocket, feeling her present inside – two bracelets, threaded with great difficulty on her part, to replace the one that had been destroyed all those years ago.

“You ready?” Eugene asks, all smiles as she crouches down at his side.

Happiness is knowing that any moment, she will walk through that door.

#cassandra appreciation week #cassandra week #tangled the series #tts #tts cassandra #tts arianna

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fakeariellejane · 5 years

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got any style tips for baby gays?

Ooh! This is such a fun questions! I have so many thoughts, this might just end up being an ongoing post as I think of more things, but for now:

1) Try everything to find out what you like. Stone butch to hard femme, try them all, see what feels best for you! You may be totally surprised by what you end up connecting most with. For so many years I dressed more futch than anything else because I just assumed that’s where I fell on the spectrum (fashion-wise), and I definitely still have more futch days, but this past year I let myself explore more and fell in love with the high-femme version of myself, which is something I never, ever would have predicted.

2) This should be a no-brainer, but ignore gender labeling on clothing entirely. Shop in every section. Try on anything you like, even if it’s just a bit. Aside from just a great rule of thumb for anyone shopping, this is especially good for anyone leaning more on the futch/butch end of the spectrum. This may seem super obvious, but I’ve known multiple people who have ended up so frustrated with fashion because they were trying to find a butch style in the women’s section. It’s possible, but it’s hard, so ignore any signs and just free-range shop!

3) If you’re just starting to explore what you like and trying things on in stores under the scrutinizing, nosy eyes of employees (who often really aren’t even paying attention to you, but if you’re already nervous, it can feel like everyone is watching and judging you), cheap online shopping is your friend! There are countless options, but my personal favorite is Poshmark. It’s primarily a second-hand clothing site, though you can find stuff brand new on there as well, but I love it because not only are things often super cheap on there, but if it arrives and you don’t like it, you can really easily turn around, relist it, and resell it yourself!

4) This is honestly more like a 3a, but we’ll give it it’s own point just for giggles. If you have a cheap thrift store in your local area (I specify cheap because some thrift stores are getting hella out of hand with their pricing nowadays) snatch a bunch of things for super cheap that you can decide if you like at home, and if you don’t, resell them! (You can actually turn a profit doing this sometimes. I once picked up a brand new Eloquii dress for $3 at my local thrift store and ended up not liking the fit so ended up selling it on poshmark for $20!)

5) You can transform pretty much any piece of clothing from butch to femme in an instant (and vice versa). My current favorite thing to do is to get slightly oversized masculine button downs and then adjust it so it’s worn off the shoulders and tied in the front which gives it a much softer, feminine vibe. So many dressed can be just chopped off at the bottom to make them into more masculine tops! Invest in a pair of scissors and a basic sewing kit to hem up the edges (though that’s honestly not even necessary) and the possibilities are endless!

6) A lot of these are just kind of general fashion advice, but this one is specifically directed at my fellow gays. A lot of assumptions are made about personalities, attitudes, and relationship roles based on how you dress when you’re LGBT+, but let me personally assure you that you can be a high heel wearing, soft looking high femme and still be a strong ass domme top. You can also be butch as hell and still be a whiny little pillow princess. How you dress does not have to speak for who you are. It’s literally just clothing. (Note: If you want it to be a big deal, than it can be! It’s different for everyone. For some people, how they dress is their primary form of self expression, and that’s awesome! Just know that it doesn’t have to be for you)

7) This last one (for now) is just a word of warning for my fellow femmes out there: if you’re just getting into heels, start small. I know those 5 inch stilettos are gorgeous and make your ass look incredible, I know, but please learn from my mistakes (read: multiple rolled ankles) and work your way up to that stuff. You’re not gonna be wearing any heels when you go and snap your ankles trying to go too high too fast, so take every height increase and heel narrowing slowly and safely!

I’m sure I’ll think of more over time, but that’s all I’ve got right now. If anyone else has any tips, please share them as well!!

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stareiiez · 6 years

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Flower Petals and Blood

Church/ Epsilon x Female Reader

Hanaki Disease AU

This wasn’t requested but you know I always wanted to do some angst with this AU. I like dark AUs for some reason sooo yeah. Honestly, I was going to try and make this gender neutral but I haven't been practicing that much with how I would place my words, so next fic I will make that one neutral as possible. Promise.

Warnings: Mature content. Sexual hints, or intentions, angst, slow burn. Follows the whole tragic Chex story.

Somewhere in a canyon far far away in an unknown galaxy. Sometime amongst a screwed up timeline that was in the future or beyond where the sun never laid to rest and seemed to only grow hotter each day, had beaten down upon the helmet of varying shades of cool blue.BloodGulch was where your home was, although no blood was ever spilled. No ocean of red ever flowed down the river in the underground canyons but the only red there was the red team. One that held a bloodthirsty habit that was forced, but never taken up on. by their leader. Blue as the deep shades of the dark ocean, or as light as a frozen over pond, maybe even as vibrant as chocolate chip mint ice cream, had stood around in a small semi-circle in front of a large scorpion like tank. They had all but spent three hours trying to figure out how to turn the damn tank on, but with a swift kick to the tank its headlights had switched on and a shrill girl like scream had erupted in the air once a female robot’s voice had greeted the soldiers. You all but suppressed a snort of amusement from the doorway of the blue base. Your borderline violet blue armor nearly grew black under the lukewarm shade of the base, one arm had crossed lazily over your black undersuit chest while your weight leaned cozily against the frame. Ankles locked lazily in a resting pose.

“Idiots.” You shook your head before you raised your hand, and two fingers slipped into your mouth which helped you emit a sharp whistle. All three heads swung in the direction you were at.

Tank keys hung lazily from the hand that was crossed over your chest, the metal glinted coldly in the dimmed down light of the outside. A small smirk flickered upon your chapped lips until your tongue darted over the bottom lip quickly to wet them. Yeah, the army never supplied you with chapstick bummer.

“You know that command actually gives you keys if you look hard enough right?”You unhooked your right ankle from your left and made your way out of the base towards the boys in blue.

Golden visors hid the varying emotions that ranged from confusion to downright embarrassment. (E/C) eyes had swung from your three teammates until you tossed the set of keys to Tucker. He quickly caught the pair before his head tilted like a lost puppy. The dialogue of the tank who now introduced herself as S.H.E.I.L.A was blocked out by deaf ears, except for Caboose who had started to grow rather fond of the blues’ new toy already.

“How did you--?” Church spoke up as he effectively snatched the keys from his teammate’s open palm and gripped them with a white-knuckled hand.

“I found them under all that magazines and dirty clothes underneath your bed.” You cut him off before a brow rose while your eyes darted over to the male. “You really need to stop following Tucker’s disgusting habits.”

Underneath that ice blue helmet, you could swear the cheeks of Church were burning the shade of Simmon’s armor, or even brighter, while Tucker had burst out in laughter. His hands clutched over his stomach while air wheezed from his lungs.

“That’s where all my porn went? Jesus Christ dude someone’s horny.”He cracked out between large gulps of air. You swore that the male was to topple over on his back from laughing this much over something stupid.

“Tucker! Shut up! (Y/N) Just shut the hell up! and Caboose!” The male yelled his voice obtaining a higher pitch. Said blue bounded happily over to you three as eager as a little puppy would to its mother.

“You’re fine.” Church sighed under his breath before he cast the childlike man a look. For once he was the only one that wasn’t on his nerves. Was it an alternate universe day or what? He never screamed at Caboose just by seeing him.

You blinked rapidly before rubbing them with the heels of your hands. Maybe he was just having an off day was all. The sun must be causing you to have a sunstroke this early in the damn morning.Nevermind that, you had a flustered ‘leader’ on your hands. A smirk played on your lips until you leaned into Church, your hands linked behind your back until the golden visor nearly bumped the tip of your nose.

“Why don’t you make me, sir?” You wore a shit-eating grin even if the back of your eyes held an innocent sort of look. Yes, even you had the hots for the boy in blue. Who wouldn't?

After all, you never addressed Church ‘sir’ unless you were teasing him or the two of you were more than just close to closed off quarters. Closer than under his stark white sheets and two bodies joining as one with both voices ringing out in the dead of night when Caboose and Tucker were knocked out cold with earplugs buried snugly in their ears. Closer to the brief lazy morning kisses, and soft smiles until you would have to sneak back into his room. Your breath fogged up the glass just as you felt the blue lean in absently you leaned away and the grin widened an inch or two even more.

“Fuck you, (Y/N).”

“Fuck me, Leonard.”

Times like that mindless flirting back and forth, with the screwing in between were something you wished could last forever. Oh how love was so obvious, you could see it from the rare times when his helmet was discarded and his blue eyes would light up when they landed on your face. How your smile would grow lighter and your eyes crinkled when you laughed at his ranting from how stupid and idiotic everyone, except you, was in the damn canyon. Even when your heart soared from the thought of you two finally being discharged from the military and making a normal life together in the future. Maybe having a few kids and sitting in those rocking chairs like an old cliche couple does. Yeah, that’s the future you wanted with Church if only you could stop being such a big coward and voice your happily ever after to him. You only thought that this thing was some fling so he could work off some sweat and keep his mind off of his past relationship.

How long as it been since he stopped bringing her up? Maybe a month now if you could keep up the avoiding subject of his past, you knew just about every story about his ex-girlfriend. Of how much of a bitch she was and how stone cold she was to him. She was so perfect and you were just you, not one badass bone in your body at the moment, Well you considered yourself badass since you could fight the whole blue team with one arm tied behind your back. Oh yeah, you were that good at reflexes and hand to hand combat. Your knowledge of weapons and your aim wasn’t half bad either, there was room for improvement but you had the best damn aim on the team. You were like a side chick to some other girl who was possibly dead and he was just keeping his whole attention to her constant memory.

What ticked you off more wasn't the stories or the comparison of the two of you whenever you didn't something far different than his ex. Oh no, what pushed you was when you two were alone in his room. Clothes scattered on the floor and his pants were only filling the silence. You had called out his name in ecstasy while you hit your high that crashed down to a screeching halt was when her name left his lips. Not your name, he yelled out her name as he hit his release. The cold shoulder and passive-aggressive small talks were all that he received for two weeks, by the end you had confessed what really pissed you off. He swore that the memory of Texas, his ex, would be long forgotten and he would stick to the present. It was a pretty selfish act, but everyone had their breaking point and you had yours three months into this affair.

The month after that was smooth sailing, no mention of the ‘bitch in black’ or Texas was ever uttered from his lips while you were around. Although you two rarely spent time alone in his room for the fear of her name being moaned once again. The sexual tension had grown between you from that cause, and it all but took you two to brush up against each other innocently for his hands to be all over you and on places you know that the armor could never cover that well from his frantic fingers. Armor plating could never hold up well against his desperation and breathy words of naughty things that were whispered in your ear.

You fell in love but god you knew being in love was something you could never be at war. Not when you now hold a rifle in your hands and not your lover’s hand instead. Not were blood flowed freely in rivers that pooled into an ocean and especially at times were bickering over the stupidest of shit like team flags. Time seemed to drag by in this canyon it never felt like days or weeks. You were holed up in the blue team repairing damaged vehicle parts after Caboose got his sticky fingers on them. You just about finished the last part of the warthog that had been dented and broken when a scream and explosion ricocheted from the middle of the canyon. Voices soon followed and it all but sent you into flight mode, your feet sprinting at what seemed at light speed to where the two remaining members of the blue team stood.

One in the tank and the other standing on a cliff with the body of Church laying on the ground. Blood seeping out of his crumpled body, arms, and legs were splayed out straight and his last breath came out as a ‘blerg’ as he died in front of his team. Most people would freak out and throw one good crying fit or scream your lungs out. You simply stood stoic arms crossed over one another. You knew this day was to come, ever since Captain Butch Flowers ‘overdosed’ on aspirin that fateful day. You were around for that day, as the trusted one you were and as close as you could be to him and the Project you were left with the secret of how Church really was. With a deep regretful sigh, you could only block out the bickering of Tucker and Caboose, along with the reds in their own base.

You knew that this only one ‘accident’ could only lead on to more and more complications with the A.I Alpha in his current state. Especially with the naive reds and blues and the remaining survivors of the now disbanded Project Freelancer. Things couldn’t get any shittier than it could be right now. Although this day didn’t compare to the one when the remaining blues wanted to call in a freelancer to snatch their stolen flag from them the day after Church’s ‘funeral’.

It was going to be a total shit show.

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whatchadoingeorge · 6 years

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I was tagged by @flockdynamics

Gender: Genderqueer / nonbinary

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 5’2″

Sexuality: Queer - I am attracted to people who are not men.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher: Not really. Maybe intellectual crushes.

What image do you have as your wallpaper: A black an white photo of George.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years: We are looking at buying a small house in the next year or two in the city where we live, where we can have a few chickens and a small garden.

If you can be anywhere else right now where: I’m pretty happily rewatching the Harry Potter movies with George and my wife tonight, so I’m pretty content.

What was your coolest Halloween costume: Merlin the Wizard

What’s your favorite 90s show: I was totally obsessed with Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, and had a baby-queer crush on her before I really understood what was going on there.

Last kiss: The wife and a George bird.

Ever been stood up: Once, majorly. The day of my wedding, my best friend at the time texted me to say she wasn’t coming. Our friendship was already seriously on the rocks and that ended the friendship.

Have you ever been to Las Vegas: No, don’t really have an interest in visiting either.

Favorite pair of shoes: I love Oxford shoes. I only have one pair of shoes right now though and they are comfortable, but not anything special.

Favorite fruit: A really good, ripe peach or raspberries. I also love lemon and lime desserts, but don’t really munch on the actual fruits.

Favorite book: This is a hard question for someone who has a master’s degree in literature. So instead, I will list what I am currently reading: Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg, Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters, and The Alex Studies by Irene Pepperburg.

Silliest thing you’ve ever done: [I edited this to be less ableist.] I’ve done plenty of silly things. Once I was so excited to see my friends who were at the bottom of some stairs that I actually fell down the stairs.

Any of my followers or mutuals who want to do this, consider yourself tagged.

#notbird

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tramgender · 5 years

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Hey its ya boy let’s talk about me for a second so everyone knows what is up

This is a blog for me to document stuff, mostly for my own benefit. I am a bi masc creature (binary? nonbinary? who knows) with no name right now but that may change. It is a mystery.

timeline under the cut

Timeline (I won’t go into events before I knew what trans was because it’s mostly the usual “I always felt like I was a boy/I was a tomboy/etc”). Throughout all of this, I have very bad social and body hair/face/voice/hip dysphoria, but not much in the way of chest or bottom dysphoria (however I do have a small chest and wear no bra and lots of baggy clothes so it’s unnoticeable. On rare occasions where I’ve had to wear tight clothing, I do get chest dysphoria so it’s a case of out of sight out of mind I suppose). I’m cool with never getting top surgery but I do very much want to be on T. I want a face that reads masculine enough so that I can have long hair again.

2011, I’m 16. I frequent a lot of ‘cringe’ style websites focused mainly on tearing down bad YA literature. (They used to call it ‘sporking’). One of the members of a forum was a trans man, and in his signature he linked a forum I don’t really remember the name of - Somebody’s Playground? Basically a forum for transgender people. It was the first time I had ever heard of the concept whatsoever and I was elated, reading the FtM board was honestly a phenomenal experience. I never registered, only lurked. In hindsight the board wasn’t amazingly progressive, most of the posts were ‘do I pass’ and people deriding any hint of agab they could find. Nothing about nb people.

2011 still but I’m 17 now. I cut my hair short for the first time (it was waist-length before) and I feel great. Our school puts on a musical and I’m invited to the afterparty, and I go on a sleepover at a friend’s house (she lived near the venue). Since cutting my hair short, my friends had been jokingly calling me ‘Mark’ and implying that I’m the boyfriend of one of them (?? I still don’t know why they did this. But I loved it). My brother lent me a jacket for the afterparty. I had a great time and when we went back to my friend’s house, we hung out in the playground outside. I told them I thought I was transgender. The response was “No you aren’t” and “You spend too much time on the internet”. They never joke about me being a boy again, instead they start telling me to shave and that I’m a grown woman now so I had to do it.

2011-2013, I move to another school and leave those friends. I was absolutely crushed by how they had treated me and although they seemed to forget about that night, I never did. I don’t come out to anyone but I live internally as a man, mentally referring to myself with he/him pronouns etc. I was horribly depressed.

2013 - 2015, college. I started to really participate in lgbt tumblr spaces. I was pro-everything, until following some not so great people led me down the path of “why would anyone choose to be an oppressor (aka a man)” (these people were also trans, they weren’t terfs). I was still, of course, horribly depressed. So I internalised it and started calling myself fully NB instead to avoid the baggage of being a man. I said some extremely nasty things about trans men. At my college, there was an open trans man student rep who I saw often and I was debilitatingly jealous of him. Eventually my undiagnosed ADHD, OCD and depression forced me to drop out of college.

2015 -2018. I move home and basically stew. I start reading texts about butches, I read Stone Butch Blues and I’m convinced that I am a butch lesbian. It’s a safe option and I take a lot of pride in it, I follow a lot of ex-transmasc lesbians (never terfs, but a lot of butches who detransitioned).

2019. I am open & honest with myself for the first time in 6 years. Yeehaw. But I’ve missed out on a lot of experiences and opportunities, and I’m still mentally ill (though I am now being treated). Everything kinda sucks but I might be starting college soon.

And now. I’m going to start to self-improve. I’m going to find an exercise routine and work out and try to pass more. I don’t know if I’ll ever come out to anyone irl. I’m taking my meds again (starting tomorrow). So let’s go.

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