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theprettynosferatu · 8 months

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CW: Orientation play/conversion. Remember that your sexuality is valid, and conversion is NOT a thing beyond fantasy. Also, fuck "conversion therapy"

“All I’m saying is…”

“Look, you’re speaking out of your ass”, Ava said, barely containing her frustration.

“How am I speaking out of my ass? It has been done and thoroughly…”, he tried to reply.

“Yes, yes, Pavlov, blah blah blah. But you’re talking about something else entirely, not conditioning reactions”

“Not Pavlov, Skinner! Actions can be conditioned too. Look around you! Mobile games, casinos, even the goddamn army uses conditioning to…”

“Can we agree that there’s a difference between conditioning obedience in a controlled setting and whatever the fuck it is you’re suggesting? You’re not talking about tapping on impulse to buy funbucks in a game! You are talking…”

“It’s only a difference of degree, not of kind. With the right combination of techniques…”

“No, there’s a core there that you can’t just… overwrite. Some things can’t be changed. Like… like how you can’t hypnotize someone into doing something they would never do”

“You know that’s bullshit, right? The whole hypnosis thing. You absolutely can make someone do whatever the fuck you want. It’s just a matter of how you approach it. Like, you would never harm a person, okay? But if I change what your idea of ‘person’ is, say, by making it more narrow you would absolutely harm someone I made you see as a not-person. Or maybe you can be made to believe you’re helping them, not harming them”

“That’s some creepy cult shit, dude. And anyway you can’t write a paper on this because a) there’s no evidence and b) doing the research to get evidence would be absolutely immoral. So I say look for another topic and for the love of God don’t go around spewing that bullshit if you want to ever get laid. Oh, speaking of! Linda will be arriving shortly and we have a date night, so please, please try to be a normal roommate and not freak her out. For me, okay?”

“When have I ever freaked her out? Linda loves me! And who knows, maybe she has an opinion on our little debate”

“Dude, she’s an Art student. I doubt she’ll be interested in our weird Psych dissertations”

“Perfect! Fresh eyes!”

“See, that’s the kind of weird shit I-”

The buzzer cut through the air, and a moment later Linda was inside the apartment, all smiles as usual. He took a moment to watch them as they embraced.

They were almost comical in their contrast. Linda was tall, taller than he was, willowy and slender, her limbs graceful and shapely, her hair a long, flowing river of playful copper that almost seemed to dance on its own volition– with her green sundress she appeared to him as some sort of elven princess ripped from the pages of a fantasy novel and stuck into a mortal world in which she didn’t really fit. Ava, on the other hand, was probably the shortest adult he had ever seen. He might be tempted to call her petite, but that had a connotation of a lithe frame, almost like a tastefully proportioned doll. Ava was the complete opposite of that. Sometimes he felt Ava was an experiment aimed at testing how much of a person’s weight could be tits and ass, held up by strong, thick thighs. He felt quite guilty about such thoughts, and he understood why she wore nothing but oversized t-shirts and hoodies. It was logical: an early, spectacular growth spurt, heightened by her small size, had made her the target of relentless bullying by jealous classmates and awkward come-ons by hormonal teen males. It enraged him, he realized. Ava was beautiful and the cruelty of idiots had made her feel pain about it instead of pride. He made a point to never stare at her, even if he sometimes failed. It made their relationship as roommates a tad hard, he had to admit.

Not that he had a shadow of a shot, of course. Ava had no interest in men.

Unless, of course, he was right in his theory. And he had good reason to think he was.

“So, Linda: Ava and I were having a bit of a debate…”

“Don’t start, dude”, said Ava.

“Oh, a debate! Do tell!” chirped Linda.

“Do you think we can be completely conditioned and changed, or is there some part of us that cannot be modified, no matter what?”

“Huh. Hard one. Like… a soul? I don’t know I buy it. I feel there isn’t really a self, you know? Like… Buddhism. The self is an illusion and all that”

“Come on, you can’t be serious! You can’t change who someone fundamentally is, and it’s sick to even consider it!”, said Ava.

“Well… what if I could prove to you it can be done?”, he stated, barely able to hold back. He know what he was going to do. He had been reluctant, but now it felt like a certainty.

“You can’t, so stop being an ass”, said Ava.

Fine. Game on.

“Linda, I love your socks! Pride socks!”

“Yup!”, said Linda

“What the hell–”, mumbled Ava.

He took a deep breath.

“Linda: rainbow socks…”

She replied in an instant.

“Are for sucking cocks!”

Ava felt as if reality had shifted into some horrible, twisted nightmare. She was about to scream something, anything really, to make Linda take that back before something stopped her in her tracks. Her body heard it before her mind did: her roommate's voice simply commanding her. Watch.

And she watched. She watched as the love of her life smiled and went on her knees. Ava could do nothing but watch in disbelief and pain. Linda had never been with a man. Ever.

“I might have… started testing my theories. On you both. Not that you’d remember, obviously”, he stated casually as the beautiful girl in front of him lovingly undid his pants. “I’d say Linda’s sexuality is part of her core self, wouldn’t you? Let’s see how that holds up after the months of conditioning I’ve subjected her to”

He felt guilty, sure; but there was such a high to it, such an entrancing quality to the combination of seeing instant, complete obedience and the final, definitive proof of the truth he had known to be right all along. Was it wrong? Yes. Did he care? Not at the moment. Ava’s eyes were a poem to him. Suddenly he was ripped from his reverie by the soft, loving touch of Linda’s tongue on his dick. He hadn’t even realized he had gotten hard just from the sense of complete power, of total, undeniable conquest. This was a primal, ancient arousal. Ava could do nothing but watch, and he took that sight in. God, he could almost taste it.

Linda moaned. The cock was so beautiful. So perfect. She felt so… silly, like she was now, for the first time, seeing in color and realizing the sky was, in fact, blue. It was obvious. Simple. Natural. Cock deserved worship. Cock deserved devotion. Cock demanded obedience. It was as if it was growing in her mind, taking over more and more of her, pushing who she had been out effortlessly. It expanded. It corrupted. It twisted and shifted all within. Cock. Cock. Cock. She kissed it with reverence, in awe of it. It was all that existed to her. All that mattered. She needed to please it. Needed to feel it throbbing inside her. Needed to be taken by it.

Ava saw her girlfriend slide a hand between her legs and felt nauseous. As much as she knew this wasn’t Linda’s fault, she could feel her heart breaking, her anger rising… and worse, her pussy getting wet. Her body betraying her. She hated him, and she hated Linda, and she hated herself most of all.

Suddenly, Linda couldn’t contain herself. She relaxed her throat, looked up at her Master and took his entire manhood inside her mouth. She almost came instantly. It was peaceful and sexy and just simple, like his cock was the puzzle piece that fit her perfectly, completed her, made her whole. She existed to be conquered, and realizing she was putting his pleasure over her ability to breathe was the final sign of her complete, loving surrender. She let it out, watched it glisten with her spit, and started licking it and loving it and she didn’t know how much came from her own need and how much it was a silent command by the man who had shown her the light. Her mind was too fuzzy to make such distinctions anymore.

He took a deep breath, fighting back the first signs of an orgasm. He needed to make a point.

“Linda… do you love Ava?”

The blonde stopped for a moment, shocked by a myriad of contradictions.

“Yes”, she decided. Her voice was shaking.

“Tell her”

Linda looked at Ava, the woman she had loved above all others.

“I love you…”

“But you have more to say, don’t you?”

“I… hmph… I…”

“Tell her”

“I love you… but… but… I love his cock so much more! Fuck! I need it! I need to feel it, to suck it, to be fucked by it… I’m sorry… but… I love it, I love it, I love it! I want it to fuck my throat, to take my cunt, to ram my ass! I need it! I need to be a slave to it, a whore for it, a fucking living toy!”

“What if you had to choose between Ava and my cock?”

“Fuck her! Sorry, my love… I do love you, but… You can never do to me what… what Master does to me, what his cock makes me feel! I hope I won’t have to dump you but… I would leave you for this cock in a minute! I’d do anything. Anything. Anything!” If she had more to add, her need to serve cock snuffed it. She took it all in with desperation, with total, shameless abandon. She needed to feel... used. In her proper place.

Ava felt a tear roll down her cheek. Her knees buckled in defeat. She didn’t even care. It was all gone. Her life, her love, all gone. And she could feel her eyes drawn again and again to the cock that had destroyed her. She felt her mouth watering.

“Linda, would you say you’re a lesbian?”

“Fuck no!”, she said before immediately wrapping her lips around the cock’s head.

He felt a swell of pride. Of triumph. He knew Ava sensed the truth as well. He was right. He had proven his point. And now Ava’s full conditioning would take hold. A little bet with himself, making her own mental acknowledgment of his theory her final trigger. She took off her t-shirt. She would never wear it again. No more shame, no more pain about her figure. Only arousal and pride. His gift to her.

She crawled to him on all fours. The girls kissed– but now, they kissed for him, to arouse him. They were lovers, only they both knew there was a higher love. A truer love. Ava looked up at her owner and opened her mouth, greedily awaiting his blessing. Linda used her skillful hands, aiming his cock and teasing it, jacking it off, using just the right amount of pressure and speed.

No man could resist such a sight.

In a few seconds, Ava was covered in his cum, more beautiful than she had ever been. Linda certainly felt that way, and she licked and kissed her sister slut clean.

He watched carefully, looking for signs of defiance, and finding none. In fact, Linda put his fears to rest with a simple statement.

“Ava, we need to buy you a pair of rainbow socks”

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 2 months

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Dragonfly: Lantern Rite

zhongli/fem!reader

genre: mindless domestic fluff

w.count: 2.2k

a/n: this lil treat is based around the reader/zhongli pair from my fic Dragonfly! (feel free to click through and give it a read hehe) you don't need to read the original material per se, but if you have, then enjoy the immortal couple going to lantern rite together for the first-time! c:

Happy Lantern Rite!

it had been a while since you had migrated from your sealed-off home in the middle of nowhere liyue into the busy liyue harbor at the insistence of zhongli (and shockingly enough xiao). according to both of them, you had spent the last few hundred years stuck in immorality and all alone; you had spent enough time in solitude. now, with your life being revealed to those who mattered to you, it was time to move forward again.

in truth, even with your experience dealing with all sorts of folks from your lifetimes, the move to the harbor was awkward. people would see you practically sticking to zhongli simply because you knew no one else and they would start conversations based soley on the fact that you must be someone he knew. he was much more popular and well-known than you suspected since he was just a mortal man now. it seems his knowledge and need to make things known when they could possibly be told in injustice worked in building his reputation.

the addition of hu tao in your small, new social circle was a burst of energy you had forgotten people had as well. her go-go-go attitude about work and seeming lack of fatigue was almost awe-inspiring. the fact that she was the boss of your archon-turned-mortal lover was just as entertaining; witnessing him try to reign her in as respectfully as possible and sigh heavily when she would flit out of his sight was a pleasantry. it made him feel more well-rounded as a person and not just the age-old archon you had known.

now, it had been about a month.

zhongli had invited you to stay with him since he was absolutely unwilling to let you get too far from him after believing you were dead for so long. he was a collectively calm man with control of his emotions, but any sane person would feel the smallest bit of clinginess- for lack of better terms- in this scenario. perhaps it was his innate instincts kicking in that he usually suppressed; the ones that made him bare his fangs or hiss at intruders on his territory... who could say?

as you sat at the open window of his home up on the second floor, you enjoyed the bustle of noises floating from the harbor and the breeze that greeted you at this height. your night clothes were wrinkled from your night of rest and your hair had only been haphazardly combed back with your fingers. the warm cup of tea in your hand had been brewed just before you took your seat at the window.

even after a month of this, you still couldn't understand how you forgot how peaceful mornings could be when they weren't steeped in lonesome melancholy.

small pads of footsteps invaded your senses and overtook the sound of the harbor before the door to the small tea room opened with a slight creak. one thing you always had zhongli beat at is being able to wake up before him.

his bare feet carry him further into the room before coming to your side and leaning down to kiss the top of your bedhead. the robe he wears slides down his exposed shoulder when he leans and his loose hair brushes against your cheek. his hand cups behind your back and slightly rubs against your shoulders in a warm, welcoming motion before his amber eyes glow in the morning sun mirthfully.

"good morning, my dear." his hand keeps rubbing your back and moves to press into your spine that is still sore from the stillness of sleep. "may i be so bold as to ask to join you?" he always asks the same question as if you'll ever tell him no. you have no doubt he does in simple jest now.

"you may, since i'm feeling generous." with a small chuckle, zhongli shifts his body to sit across from you at the tea table before pouring himself some of your brewed tea.

sitting in the orange morning sun, the veins of gold that run across his body look like rivers flowing on calm land.

"shouldn't you cover up? someone down there could see you," you tease as you take a sip of your cooling tea.

"there's no need," he sips his own steaming cup fresh from the pot. "we're far too high for anyone to take notice of my appearance properly." even if someone did notice his less-than-human traits running over his exposed skin, he'd just blame it on the sun- just a trick of the light.

the mornings were often like this. soft and quiet and slow before he knows he's needed at the funeral parlor and you would soon be needed at your own job. that was one other thing you were insistent on when moving to the harbor with him.

you didn't want to mooch off his paycheck and his home and his space forever, so you were quick to find a job anywhere you could. zhongli wishes you wouldn't have since he strongly thought that you deserved to live lazily and carefree- if not forever then at least for a while longer. still, when you didn't budge on your decision, he was quick to relent as he always was.

you had decided to go with a smaller-scale job and work alongside ying'er and her perfumes at the scent of spring. she was quite the character and when you told zhongli about your prospects of working with her- his slight flash of concern didn't go unnoted. 'she is simply a very... open person,' he had told you. the flirtatious way she often spoke to others was clearly what he was referring to when you got to know her more.

still, you had your pick and decided to stay. odd though she can act, she was a good person and offered you decent pay at easy hours. compared to running around preforming errands along with rites of partings like zhongli and hu tao- this was a pretty safe gig.

you stood outside the perfume shop with zhongli as he was about to start on his way to the funeral parlor. he always insisted on walking you to and from work- the one evening you made it home before he could pick you up was the first time you had ever seen his eyebrows droop in what you would dare to call a pout!

that miniscule pout now dared to tug on his expression this morning too. lantern rite was tonight and when the sun would begin to drop, he would be preoccupied with other tasks and mingling with friends from past and present- he was afraid the social traffic would prevent him from offering you his arm. you had no problem with the circumstances since the shop would be closing early today for lantern rite in the first place. you just told him you'd meet him at the docks before it starts.

it was mostly true; you hadn't found him in time when the lanterns were to be lifted and you instead stood among the crowd of strangers while gaming had performed his wushou dance among the calm waves of the harbor. still, you felt full watching all the festivities firsthand like this- the fulfillment filled you with such warmth. your vantage point atop the long stairs that leads down to the crowded docks gives you a sense of being on top of the world. it felt silly, but so very comforting.

"oh, y/n!" you turn your head to see the traveler and paimon coming your way, paimon waving her arm enthusiastically in the air. she then proceeds to float around you in awe of your attire. "wow! you look so pretty!" her cheeks tint as you feel yourself become the smallest bit bashful.

"well, it's my first lantern rite. i thought i should dress up a little for the occasion." wearing a styled hanfu of soft colors that easily complemented zhongli's color scheme, you picked up the skirt before letting it flutter back around your legs.

this was another reason you were okay with zhongli not being able to escort you. while it would've been wonderful to be with him the whole event, the idea of this small surprise of you all gussied up made your cheeks warm.

"you smell good too," paimon's comment made you burst out a small laugh since it was so unprompted. you clear your throat as she cups he chin with her finger. "why does your perfume smell so familiar?"

"it was a gift from ying'er. she told me it would 'suit my tastes', i suppose."

"ying'er," paimon's brows crunch in intense thought before the traveler placed their arms on their hips.

"remember the rite of parting for rex lapis, paimon?" paimon snaps her fingers and points at the blond.

"that's it!" she turned back to you to explain. "during the rite of parting, we offered perfumes up to rex lapis! this is the one that seemed to really resonate with the statue of seven. what was it- uh, something, something dusk... mist..? agh! paimon can't remember clearly." you chuckle at her.

"it's called golden house maiden. according to ying'er it's favored by the more mature crowd. the gentle scent makes it easier on me to wear since anything too strong really isn't my thing." looking at your wrist where you sprayed a small portion of it on your skin before applying it to your throat and neck, you feel yourself get hot all over again knowing it was favored by rex lapis. "anyway, are you two going to enjoy the event?"

"mmhnn!" paimon hums. "we just got back from visiting xiao, so now paimon's going to eat all sorts of delicious food!"

you shoot the traveler a sly grin before they were clearing their throat and looking away from you. oh, young love- how precious.

"so, where's zhongli anyway? normally he's hovering around you like a fly when you're not working!"

"he isn't that bad," you chuckle. "i'm meeting him in a bit. i was actually on my way down. if you'd like we can walk together?"

"sure!" paimon agrees while the traveler nods and soon you're all walking down the stairs to the warmly lit lanterns and the decorative float of one of the past yakshas. with you walking in front of the two travel companions, they both opened their mouths in silently 'ooo's at the sight of your hair all done up with a single hair stick- one they're familiar with. "they're so cute," paimon whispers to the traveler who easily agrees.

before too long, you're greeted by the bustling partygoers of lantern rite and was even offered a small lantern charm that you happily except from a passing sales pitcher.

"oh!" paimon pipes up before pointing through the crowd. "there he is!" she spots zhongli with hu tao nearby a table of small tea cups. he mentioned that he often watched the fireworks with her during events such as these. "zhongli!" paimon called, parting the crowd while you and the blond followed behind.

zhongli was glad he wasn't holding a teacup or standing up when you finally graced him with your presence. if he had, he knows he would've dropped the cup or lost his footing.

he stared at you in a daze when you offered a kind greeting to hu tao who was fussing over how pretty you looked just as much as paimon did. as if your looks weren't enough, the scent of your perfume wafted into his sense and if he were any less of a man he would've grabbed your wrist and dragged you off by now. the god of old was thankful the night was dark and light dim so no one could notice his blown wide pupils that took you in. when you finally look at him, he swallows hard.

"sorry for keeping you waiting so long. i know i said i'd be here before the event started, but i got a bit time blind... ironically enough." zhongli stood from his spot at the round table and found his voice.

"it was no trouble at all." his eyes catch sight of your hair and gently brings his hand up to cup around the dangling jewels hanging off the wings of your dragonfly hair stick. "it was clearly very much worth the wait."

"aiya, you two love birds sure are something else," hu tao sighs dreamily at you. she was no hopeless romantic or anything, but seeing zhongli so smitten was something was quite the sight to behold. "go! enjoy the festivities and relax!" her soft voice was encouraging as she pushes zhongli's back to get him moving.

zhongli offers you his arm, which you take before showing him your small little lantern charm you received while you both walked off together. the party of three you were leaving behind of hu tao, paimon and the traveler all smiled at your backs.

"they make a good couple," traveler says. the other two agree with no argument.

and although it's a little late, zhongli takes you out to the statue of seven just outside of the harbor and releases a lantern with you in solitude. while you watched it float into the air far behind its other lantern brethren, zhongli was latched onto your back, hands on your hips and his face in your neck.

this perfume really was favored by rex lapis after all.

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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"My Son"

Celestial!FemYuu x Lilia Vanrouge

NOTES: based on hijo de la luna

Lilia had accidentally stolen from a goddess. Silver was her's first by right but technically Silver was his by claim. Fae rules are hard to get around.

The man abandoned the newborn on the mountain. He couldn't stand the idea of his wife cheating no matter what she claimed.

The baby wasn't his son.The child was pale as milk and his hair was as light as snow.

In his anger, the man had killed his wife but as heartless as he was he couldn't kill the child with his own hand. He left the baby to die in the hills by exposure or beasts.

The man was right the child wasn't his, not anymore. The child was marked, moon touched by his mother. The goddess had been promised the child to claim as her own.

Unfortunately, nothing had gone as planned. The baby had been left in the middle of the day where the goddess could not reach and by nightfall, she couldn't find him. She searched the earth desperately for her son only to find him in the hands of the fae.

Celestial and fae had rules and were strict when abiding by them. The fae had taken the child as his own since it was on his land and even named the baby. If the goddess tried to take the child there would be chaos across the realms.

Instead, she firmly made her way to face this fae father and demand her son back.

"No."

"I'm sorry what?!" Yuu asked incredulously, her skin glowing.

"Shh. You'll wake the baby." Lilia hushed her as he held the newly named Silver. The name bound the child. If Lilia didn't agree she couldn't take her son back. "You can't have my son."

"He's my son. I'm the reason he was born. It was part of the deal." Yuu growled quietly watching Lilia holding her baby to his chest.

"I'm not part of your deal. I found him all alone. What kind of mother leaves her baby?" Lilia scolded her as though she was a child herself.

"I can't help that I'm one of the moon spirits. I can't come out during the day."She snubbed.

"If you can't be there half the day why should you raise the child? How can you take care of him?" Lilia asked astonished, baffled by the goddess's shortsighted plan.

"I'm taking him to live with me in the heavens where he belongs. My palace will be his home, he has a nursery ready for him." Yuu placed her hands on her hips.

Lilia shifted to place Silver on a nest of pillows on the couch.

"Silver is mortal, he's human. He can't survive there." Lilia argued running a hand through his long hair.

"I've prepared paradise fruit. He'll become immoral like us-" Yuu explained feeling proud of herself. She had thought this through.

"No!" This time Lilia raised his voice. Silver didn't steer as the adults stared silently. "You can't decide that for him."

"It's what's best."

"He isn't going to be like us. He needs time to choose for himself."

"Do you want him to die?" Yuu sounded appalled her moonlit hair shimmering.

"No, I want him to be happy. Don't you?" Lilia reasoned with her enough to calm her down.

They sat down quietly for a while. They didn't want to argue but this was their baby.

"Do you want to hold him?" Lilia asked.

Yuu nodded as the fae handed the cradled baby off to his mother.

Silver was so small and warm. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. He looked just like her too with fluffy white locks. This was the child she desperately wanted. Opaque tears filled her eyes.

"Why would a goddess want a human baby?" Lilia asked her, his heats fluttering at the sight of the mother and child.

The goddess frowned before shifting Silver closer to her heart.

"I don't have a lover and I don't have the power to make a child alone. I could sculpt beings from stars but I can't make a baby." As she said this she held out her hand to show a pile formless stardust and turned it into a glittering bunny. "Spirits are part of all things that walk the earth. Every night I watch mothers and their families and I become a fraction of their being. I feel their love and I want to have that. I want a child to love."

"That's tragic. Do you really not have anyone to love in the heavens?"Lilia asked letting the star rabbit hop into his hand.

"Up there everything is different. I don't want to marry anyone there. Let's leave it at that." Yuu sighed.

"I can't give Silver to you. You are his mother, I'll recognize that but I'm his father. I'll take care of him here and during the night you'll take care of him." Lilia offered a compromise and hopes that they both can be happy.

Yuu agreed and their arrangement was established. Lilia took care of Silver during the day and every night Yuu came to take the night shift. It was ironic due to Lilia also being a night person.

The nursery was rebuilt in the castle with a crib made from clouds. She weaved curtains from soft moonlight. The stuffed animal were starlight animals Yuu animated.

Lilia was a much more goofy parent than Yuu initially believed. He couldn't cook but neither could Yuu since she didn't need to eat. They once tried cooking together and destroyed the oven.

Lilia also teased the goddess all the time about mortal culture. He told her that human mothers might get accused of eating the baby in their sleep(a real myth). She was horrified and didn't sleep near Silver until she was sure she wouldn't do that. It was Lilia's ploy to take up her spot on the bed so he could cuddle with his son. They eventually learned to share and all three shared the bad. The baby book Yuu read said it was healthy to sleep as a family and helped the baby regulate their sleep.

Lilia also mentioned a mom who dipped her baby in the river Styx to make their baby invincible. Yuu immediately tried to dip Silver in the river but she was stopped thankfully.

Yuu has a good storyteller too and Silver fell asleep to her voice every night. When Silver had a nightmare one night she gathered starlight into a lantern and made a nightlight for him. She stroked his hair until he fell asleep.

As Silver got older he believed that his parent were married. Lilia never corrected him and Yuu didn't know. It was heart breaking when he learned the truth and thought they got divorced.

Yuu lost her mind when she met Malleus.

"We have two babies?!" She asked panicking as she grabbed Lilia by the collar.

"Yeah, I thought you knew. We had him a few years ago and he grew so fast. Don't you remember having him?" Lilia said mischievously as the flustered goddess tried to wring his neck.

She fawned over Malleus and Silver endlessly. The boys slept tucked into their mother's side. While they slept, Lilia lay on the other side of them. He looked into her calm iridescent eyes as they smiled silently listening to the children coo in their sleep.

Somewhere along the line, she became his partner and the mother of his children. She wasn't his wife but she might as well have been.

Should the ring be a moonstone?

He held off as the boys got older and Sebek joined their family. Yuu was much softer on them and healed any cut they got rather than letting the healing naturally.

Silver developed magic similar to his mother, he summoned creatures to do his will as his mother made animals.

Silver's narcolepsy might have been caused simply because of his moon-touched nature. He was born that way.

Malleus got in the habit of going on walks at night due to his mother. When he was away at school it made her feel closer and watching over him. During the new moon, Yuu and Lilia disappear into the night together for "Adult time with no kids"

At some point, the pair were just called Mr. And Mrs.Vanrouge by the school. It's not like Silver could deny it as he looked just like his mother. Silver also never figured out he was adopted because Yuu didn't have pointed ears.

Yuu always wondered what her life would be like if she never asked for a child. Would she still be alone in her silver palace? She had never felt so much fear and anxiety or so much love and hope. The moon shines brighter these days.

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qdbs-writes · 1 year

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May I have a slightly strange request? Raiden and Fujin's reaction to their crush suddenly saying "God save Johnny Cage" (the reader and Cage are friends and this phrase just escaped by chance and was not even intended for anyone in particular)

nonny, i promise you this is like the least strange thing i've had in my inbox lately

Fujin and Raiden React To Their Crush Saying "God Save Johnny Cage"

It was like any other day in the Sky Temple, or, as normal as the Sky Temple could be. In the last few weeks, you'd been setting up your friendly neighbourhood Shinto deities with some more modern Earthrealm technology, the latest edition being a TV. It was nothing fancy, an old Goodmans 1408 that you had lying around. The real challange was hooking it up to modern channels. After some percussive maintenance, you tune the CRT TV to a talk show featuring Johnny Cage. The storm brothers gathered behind you, enchanted by the flickering screen you had brought to life for them. The interview itself was relatively dull, with Johnny being asked about his latest movie or suspected liasions with other Hollywood actors. It was until the interviewer mentioned one of Johnny's costars, an actor who'd been publicly outed as transgender, and asked if Johnny could ever work with the 'dirty, immoral liar' again. The three of you watch as Johnny begins to shout at the interviewer, screaming that they had no right to say that about his costar. The arguement continues until Johnny punches the interviewer across the jaw, before turning to the camera crew and live audience to speak about the importance of trans rights. But he could only get a few words in before the program cuts off, with a 'We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties' message. The storm Gods share a look while you nod your head proudly. "God save Johnny Cage." you mutter. You didn't have time to think about the nuances of what you had said in front of the two Gods, but decided that it was more amusing to let them come to their own conclusions.

Fujin

Recently Fujin had been building up the courage to reveal his feelings towards you. He was sure of how he felt but painfully unsure of how to go about it. He had asked his brother, Raiden, who was little help. He had even asked other Earthrealmers, although he did his best to hide your identity as the object of his affections.

Fujin knew one thing, that if he couldn't tell you, then he absolutely couldn't tell any of your friends, what if they stepped in? What if they said something to you that gave you a bad opinion of him? What if someone stole your heart first?

There were far too many ways it could all go terribly wrong. And now he was even more confused. "God save Johnny Cage", what did those words mean? Well he knew what they meant, but why would you say them?

Fujin was a god, did you want him to save Johnny? If that were the case, Johnny didn't seem to be in any danger. If you really cared that much about Johnny, maybe it's time Fujin confessed his feelings for you before it's too late.

When the two of you are alone, Fujin will drop to his knee dramatically, "I vow to protect Johnny Cage for you, because since the day we met, I have loved you, and I will do all in my power to make you happy, even if you love another."

Fujin emotionally braces, expecting rejection, but instead hears your delighted squeals as you wrap your arms around him, saying how you love him too, pressing soft kisses to his cheek.

Raiden

For the last few months, Raiden had been delicately calculating how to best start a relationship with you. Part of that was navigating how you felt about others, and if he had any competition to worry about.

From what he had seen, your relationship with Johnny Cage was platonic at best. But Johnny was also more experienced in courting techniques and had succeeded in gaining many partners over his short, mortal lifetime.

Raiden's heart sinks at the idea that perhaps Cage's charm had reached you through the television, ensnaring you enough to make you say "God save Johnny Cage".

He knew the meaning behind that saying, he wasn't a complete fool. To ask a god to save someone was a verbal decleration of your devotion to someone, your pride in them, how you wish their lives to be long and happy.

Weren't all those things the sum of love? Those were certainly all the things Raiden wished for you. For you to suddenly feel this way towards Cage... The only explaination was the TV, clearly a cursed device that you must be protected from.

Que Raiden launching the TV over the nearest balcony when you aren't looking, if you ask where it went, Raiden will feign ignorance and instead invite you for a walk in the gardens, offering his arm for you to take.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #fujin #fujin x reader #raiden #raiden x reader #qdbs writing #queuedbs #johnny cage #this long ass post is brought to you by my adhd medication

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gatabella · 4 months

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AVA GARDNER

I can only say that she was beautiful, and lonely, and generous. And she also liked to laugh… Sometimes.

In fact, I should not have said these posthumous words, although it is true that Ava Gardner and I met, talked, and had fun, although it is also true that we were brought together by idle evenings and sleepless nights, petty quarrels, shared views and laughed our heads off. In short, we had been almost friends for a whole month. And it was a long time ago, at the time when Ava Gardner starred in the movie Mayerling. Handsome Omar Sharif, her son in the script, had a completely paternal affection for her in life — she awakened this feeling in all those men whose hearts she did not break. Despite the fleeting nature of this meeting, which nevertheless entered my life, I imagined how the choir of those people who were attracted to her alive was burying her mortal remains -- a lot of male voices whispering hackneyed and passionate words: "What did you like about me? Why did you leave me? Why didn't you believe me? Why did you tell me all this?"… A male discord in which passion combined longing and misunderstanding; however, the audience sang the same melodies, but in rapture, because Ava Gardner was different. She was more beautiful than her rivals, more immoral and uninhibited. And no one was more lonely than she was. She was like a very beautiful and therefore very noble animal… and very strange. She gave her lovers no choice, no explanation, they had no future with her, because her beauty emphasized the gap—sometimes implicit on the screen—between sensuality and vulgarity.

And Ava Gardner's career was inexplicably paradoxical: no falls, no fame, no skyrocketing, no genuine recognition among colleagues; beauty overwhelmed everything else in her, she played only her beauty. She was not a prisoner of her own beauty, like Bardot, was not wounded by it, like Marilyn Monroe, was not driven to madness by it, like Greta Garbo. The calm beauty existed as if parallel to its owner. That's why even women loved her: none of them could imagine an actress at the family hearth, and no one was offended by her for that; no man could imagine Ava Gardner as a faithful wife, although some were desperate because of this impossibility.

-En essay by the French writer Françoise Sagan, Feb. 1990 (pt 1)

#ava gardner #francoise sagan #quote #mayerling #omar sharif #my translation #long post

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bornwholocker · 7 days

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I feel like a lot of the people who write or talk about low to high honor Arthur don’t really understand his character.

Like, he’s not just a rampant murderer. He was raised to “save those who need saving, feed those that need feeding, and shoot those that need shooting.” It feels like so many people forget the first two parts of that!! Even if Dutch lost the plot near the end, Arthur pushed back, reminding him of their motto and even talking to others about it, quoting it frequently through the game. And if you do play him low honor, he talks to the girls about how awful he feels, about how he feels like he’s just killing for no reason and it scares him.

So many people write low to high honor Arthur as this evil piece of shit in the beginning and then either his mortality or whoever they’re shipping him with “saves him.” Like yeah, obviously low honor is a choice you can make for the character, but I feel like in character, Arthur Morgan does not kill for no reason, he kills when he thinks he has to. He intimidates and robs people, for sure. But he wouldn’t be unnecessarily cruel. It is interesting though when they explore that low honor guilt he feels and brings up in his journals or in conversations as part of this anger he feels, and it’s really cool to see that explored, even in the game. For example when he beats up the guy in the bar fight in valentine, he goes too far, and when he kills Downes. But in both of those situations he initially had a reason to do it, even if it was immoral or strayed too far from the point. But he’s not indiscriminately cruel.

Idk maybe it’s because I’ve never been able to finish a low honor run lol, I’m just talking outta my ass

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption #I’m a nerd about him sorry guys #I could talk for hours #low to high honor Arthur Morgan #characterization

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padawansuggest · 8 months

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JediTok

Mace: See, the issue with space travel with other Jedi, is specifically the ones I am with right now.

*scene cut to Obi-Wan and Anakin trying to murder each other in the hold, bite marks and bruises all over, maybe some bloody noses, while Qui-Gon sits serenely in between them meditating*

Mace: I hate their side of the family. Their side of the family is the crackhead side of the family. Often literally. A lot of them do crack. Kenobi and Skywalker haven’t stopped trying to murder each other since Kenobi was knighted and Jinn still won’t let Kenobi out of his sight like the overbearing mother tooka he is. I shouldn’t have accepted this mission. I’m going to commit murder and I can’t kill a child and Kenobi isn’t actually mortal I think and it’s immoral to hurt him so I’ll have to kill Jinn and then I’ll be in charge of his infant terrors- Nevermind, I’ll just space myself, I’m so not dealing with them.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #clone wars #anakin skywalker #mace windu #qui gon jinn #Obi is still the precious lineage baby even if he’s not even the youngest they can’t hurt him #but Skywalker attacking him with feral fury is just what they both need #jeditok #spacetok

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many-shades-of-violence · 8 months

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being part of their crew I Donquixote Family

✢ characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Corazon, Trafalgar D. Law, Baby 5, Dellinger, Pika, Diamante, Trebol. Giolla, Monsieur Pink

✢ content: slice-off life, mafia dynamics, loss, death, grooming, gaslighting, immorally characters

✢a/n: the continuation for my "being part of their crew"-series. Next up are the Strawhat Pirates.

Impressed by your actions, Doflamingo extended a hand, inviting you to join the crew. He recognized that your fervor to safeguard the youngest member of the crew could be harnessed to shape loyal soldiers, ready to uphold his reign of power.

Beyond your vigilant guardianship over Baby 5 and the other junior members, you embraced the role of an informant, delving deep into the shadows of the Underworld to procure valuable resources for Doflamingo's realm.

The tender yet resilient presence of Corazon became an anchor of support, his brotherly demeanor creating a haven for you. His scruffy yet tender disposition beckoned you into a realm of trust and camaraderie. With a shared love for cigarettes, you often retreated together to concealed corners of Spider Town. Amidst the veil of smoke, you exchanged stories and concerns, finding solace in his soothing presence. Corazon's patient guidance in learning Morse code paved the way for a unique means of communication—an unspoken language that became your secret conduit for sharing thoughts, emotions, and even stolen moments of levity.

Your connection with Doflamingo, though intricate, was marked by a shared ambition and the complexities of loyalty. Your allegiance to the Warlord manifested as unwavering dedication to his cause. As you delivered crucial intelligence to him, your strategic acumen proved invaluable in realizing his ambitions, fostering a sense of trust between you. His ability to draw you into a world of power and intrigue was both captivating and unsettling, a testament to the intricate tapestry of emotions he stirred.

As your bond with Corazon deepened, it introduced layers of conflict to your relationship with Doflamingo. The tension between your attachment to Corazon and your loyalty to Doflamingo created a dynamic that tested your resolve and blurred the lines between duty and desire.

Your rapport with Trebol, Pika, and Diamante often pivoted around cutting banter and sardonic repartee. Despite the trio's lack of moral grounding, their unwavering loyalty to the crew made it easy for you to look away, even in the face of their cold-blooded actions.

From time to time, you found yourself at the mercy of Monsieur Pink and Giolla's dress-up tendencies, amusing the whole crew with their fashion experiments on you.

During combat training with Baby 5, you witnessed the astonishing versatility of her body as she transformed it into an array of formidable weapons. Her tokens of affection, occasionally bordering on excess, were as unconventional as her affections, underscoring her profound regard for you since the day you saved her life.

Law's entry into the crew brought an unexpected shift to your daily life. The palpable aura of a young boy burdened by his hatred for the world and the specter of impending mortality resonated deeply with you. Your initial attempts at camaraderie saw you treading carefully, almost mirroring Corazon's fate of a knife to the back. However, your willingness to listen and offer a space for Law to share his concerns inspired confidence in his eventual integration within the crew.

The tragic demise of Corazon at the hands of his own brother cast ripples across your allegiance. Depending on your loyalty to Doflamingo and your evolving understanding of the family's dynamics, you faced the pivotal choice of persevering alongside them, marked by a pang of regret for Corazon's unfortunate trajectory, or extricating yourself from the family's grasp. Years later, you'd find yourself collaborating with Law to orchestrate a complex plot aimed at dismantling Doflamingo's rule, reflecting your resilience and strategic acumen.

#one piece #op #corazon #one piece x reader #donquixote corazon #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote brothers #baby 5 #dellinger #buffalo #diamante #trebol #pika #donquixote family #monsieur pink #giolla #my stuff #writing

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luxxid · 1 year

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morning sex 🙏🙏

something like you can't fail to cast admiration, right? a precious mortal unconscious, so lithe and pristine. the serenity of you greeted him in the morning when dawn had just begun to stroke the sky with pink and yellow strokes. it was a beautiful sight to behold, a sight that could not be replicated in any other way. the sight of you sleeping peacefully was a sight that could only be described as an awe-inspiring experience, one that filled his heart with admiration and awe.

your hair covered your concealed eyes, your long cilium fluttering unconsciously ever so often. those plump thighs barely touched the silky white nightgown you wore. your breasts were practically busted out, your cleavage was such a ravishing sight to lock eyes with. there was almost something almost irresistible about your white lacey panties.

how could he give in to his sinful thoughts? he was under the sway of that immoral mentality. You were such an alluring angel. the only thing he wanted to taste early in the morning was you, and the saccharine, candied taste of your pussy. the thought of his digits tunnelling through the depths of your cunt drove him feral.

in fact, that was what he was doing at this moment. his visions had finally come to reality. he had carefully parted your legs, cautious not to douse you from your slumber. he practically ripped apart your velvety panties that cached your addictive relish. his tongue probed your sweet sex so skilfully, his lissom digits brushed over your clit lightly, his fingernails grazing over your lips. oh, how he would cherish it more if you were conscious.

his heart rate raced as he imagined your skin sliding against his in a sensual embrace. his thoughts were reprehensible, and his body was aching for a climax. he wanted to be inside of you, to feel you, to taste you, and to make you quiver with pleasure.

was he too concentrated on the piquancy of your sugar-coated pussy that he failed to notice you had risen from your sleep? your eyes locked with the man nibbling your cunt so gracefully, a moan automatically elicited from your throat. your hands reached for his cottony locks as you caressed through them. the lewd noise of your drenched pussy became his only vice, his lips wrapped around your clitoris and tongue flicking it as if it were a lollipop. his hand clutching your hips as he continued to ravish you. his irises were burning with lust as you squirmed beneath him in pleasure.

his hands were restless as they roamed around your body, feeling every curve and every inch of your being. his tongue was like a wild animal, licking and sucking on your most sensitive areas. his movements were slow and deliberate as he explored your body with his mouth. you felt your pleasure increase as he shifted his body to give you the most exquisite sensations.

"shhh angel, i'm here," he spoke, his voice wasn't exactly clear as he was occupied with enthusing himself with the tang of your honey-varnished clit. his lips ventured deeper into your walls as you tugged on his streaks. it was as if he hadn't cared if you woke up or not. the only thing he was potent on was pleasuring you and himself

⚜ SCARAMOUCHE, KAEYA, Tartaglia, KAMISATO AYATO, Thoma, DOTTORE, Pierro ⚜

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #scaramouche x reader #kaeya x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #dottore x reader #pierro x reader

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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Madame Butterfly

twirls my hair at Man in Red (as a fan of the masquerade of the red death esp the flim w Vincent Price! i care about him sooooo much)

Rated T | Warnings: None

When the Red Butterfly, Madame Butterfly they called her, passed away the Man in Red saw it as an opportunity to collect more souls. More worshippers begging for his enlightenment.

What he had not expected was to see you, the successor to the Madame Butterfly. A gentle blue butterfly dancing upon the stage, the wave of calm and dream-like power freeing your people from his influence. Two fans, one recognized to be Red Butterfly's fan.

Seems you were her student as you dance the same way she did though yours has slight differences.

The first invasion was unsuccessful, he was caught by surprise. Then he received a letter written by you, a meeting to arrange peace. A naive notion! Never will there be peace so long as he does not own everything.

Including you.

A rare blue butterfly, one who dances in red to attract but soothes in blue. Your soul is bright and untouched, it beckons those who yearn for peace. He wants to rip your wings and cripple you, make you reliant on his embrace.

“Surely there is another way to resolve this?” You say while remaining seated in front of him.

“No. Surrender or die.” Firm as he stood at the opposite end of the table, “Your predecessor believed these humans are worth everything including her immorality, do not be as foolish as her.”

“There is nothing foolish about loving humans. We are to care for and nurture them. To help them when the time comes to pass on.”

“They are to nourish us!”

You look sad, and hurt, “Have you forgotten your humanity?”

His hand slams on the table, “There was no such thing. I am eternal as you unless you plan to relinquish your immorality for the livestock.”

You stand, “True immorality is forged by the legacy left by our hands, not by stealing other lives to prolong ours.”

The Man in Red swears he can see her in you, see the one who he wished to remain by his side. Yet, the Madame Butterfly gave her heart to a mortal who did not understand what he did not deserve! His eye is cold and piercing as he looks at you.

“Her fan.”

You look at it as you grip it, “Michiko… She is always by my side with this.”

The Man in Red scoffs, “Human ideology. We both know she is gone.” Cold, “You don't have to follow in her footsteps.” Moving around the table to be close to you, “Join me.”

“You hurt humans.” Shaking your head a bit, “We should be caring for, not hurting them.”

He invades your space as he leads in, “Join me, (Name), for their sake. Kneel or your pets can become part of my offering tree.”

You gasp, the offering tree that drains humans slowly of everything, body, soul, memories— It is cruel and used to empower your kind. “How can you be so cruel!?”“Cruelty? My little butterfly, cruelty is prolonging our war. You can continue to dance for your pets so long as you worship me.”

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #naib x you #identity v naib #naib subedar x reader #naib x reader #naib subedar x you #naib subedar #identity v mercenary #idv mercenary #identity v x you #idv x you

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chloe-caulfield94 · 9 months

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Bae is the good ending, actually

I would argue that not only is Bae the good and moral ending, Bay is the evil, immoral and - dare I say - selfish ending.

Let’s start by stating the obvious - the ending choice of Season 1 is a form of trolley problem.

A trolley problem is a type of thought experiment which presents you with a moral problem. The basic parameters are as follows: You find yourself near railroad tracks. There is a main track and a side track. There is a trolley coming down the main track. There are people both on the main track and on the side track. The people standing on the track the trolley is travelling down are in mortal danger. You can’t stop the trolley, or remove people from the track. The only thing you can do is to pull the lever and direct the trolley to the side track, thereby sparing people on the main track, but killing those on the side track.

Obviously, in the scenario we are analysing, the trolley is the approaching storm, the town of Arcadia Bay and all its denizens are located on the main track, Chloe finds herself on the side track and Max can pull the lever to divert the deadly danger from Arcadia Bay towards Chloe by using the photograph to erase the events of the week.

Since the last choice of Season 1 is a trolley problem, I think the moral solution is the same as with all other trolley problems – do nothing and let things happen. Let me explain.

Often, when presented with a trolley problem, people instinctively adopt a utilitarian approach. Utilitarianism is an ethical system which favours actions that decrease the amount of suffering in the world.

If there are two people on the main track and only one person on the side track, the utilitarian solution would be to pull the lever, because two deaths would cause more suffering in the world than one.

If there’s a young person on the main track and an old person on the side track, the utilitarian solution would be to pull the lever, because the young person hasn’t had the chance to live out their life to the fullest yet, so their death would cause more suffering.

If there is a person with a big family on the main track and a lonely person on the side track, the utilitarian solution is once again to pull the lever, because the death of someone who would be missed by many would cause more suffering than the death of someone who wouldn’t be missed by anyone.

I imagine that most people would be instinctively willing to agree with the first solution. Saving two people instead of one person? That makes sense. But I think (or at least hope) that most people would disagree with the next two examples, of the old person and of the lonely person. Who are we to judge who is more “worthy” of life and whose death would cause more suffering? But realize this - when you consider the quantity of lives at stake, your thought process is exactly the same as when you consider their quality.

If you choose to pull the lever in a trolley problem, you have usurped for yourself the right to judge who is more worthy of life. You have usurped for yourself the right to kill the people on the side track. Even if it’s an entire town on the main track and only one person on the side track. When you pull the lever and direct the trolley to the side track, you kill that one person. The fact that you saved the people on the main track doesn't erase that. Ends do not justify the means.

From my point of view, the moral answer to any trolley problem is to do nothing, because no matter how insignificant the life of the person on the side track may seem, nobody has the right to judge them unworthy of life.

A purely utilitarian approach to a trolley problem fails to take into account the substantive difference between letting things happen and actively causing someone’s death.

The final choice is made not on Monday, but on Friday. On Friday, Chloe is no longer in danger. Max can redirect the mortal danger from the town to Chloe, but it requires her action. On Friday, the "natural" course of events which doesn't require any input from Max is for the storm to level the town. If you sacrifice Chloe on Friday, you're killing her. You're pushing her back onto the barrel of Nathan's gun. But if Max sacrifices the town, she's only letting things that have been in motion since Monday proceed. She lets them proceed, because to stop the storm, she would have to kill someone. Max simply refuses to pay such a high price.

Having established the sheer immorality of sacrificing someone "for the greater good", let's move on to the selfish part. If Max sacrifices Chloe, that means she values her guilty conscience more than Chloe's life. That she doesn't want to live with guilt more than she wants to live with Chloe. Notice that when the storm comes, Chloe says it all happens for a reason and it couldn't be any other way. Only when she sees how distraught Max is, she does a 180 and offers her sacrifice. Her offer is mainly motivated by the desire to save Max from her guilt. The selfish thing would be to accept Chloe's sacrifice.

#chloe price #pricefield #max caulfield #life is strange #storm #LiS

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