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myscprin · 2 years

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What Are You Protecting Me From?

HOA Theme Week | Monday, 28 March 2022 | Domesticity

It's still Monday here! My contribution to this banger of a week! I started out with a drawing, tried to write a fic backstory with it, and ended up doodling something else. Heed the warnings if you want to read my first ever (notthebest) fic!

Tag warnings: panic/anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, safe for work (sfw)

It was rare for Salim to be home by himself on a Monday afternoon. He'd usually be out and about, doing odd jobs, getting groceries, praying at the mosque, or at least tending to the garden. But he couldn't muster up the energy this particular day. Not after helping Bibi Iman, his elderly neighbor.

She filled their hours together with gabber about her children, gushing about their lavish lives while making backhanded comments about Salim's lifestyle. Her condemnation thinly veiled by her pity of the single-father. Had it not been for the unfortunate aftermath of a window Zain left with his football, Salim would have never been in the situation. But he had to make things right, no matter how much he had to bite his tongue. As soon as the last screw was tightened, he hurried home under the excuse of preparing for dinner. Not that he was hungry anymore. He anticipated to be bombarded with apologies or stories from Zain when he got home. The boy, book glued in hands, always chattered away with the latest updates and discoveries before Salim could get his shoes off. But Salim returned to a torrid house. A quiet and still house. The note left on the kitchen table explained that Zain finished his homework early and was currently out with Tariq giving the city's arcade one last run for its money. Poking his head in and out of rooms, his hopes of catching Jason taking a catnap before his nigh twatch was met with disappointment. With nothing to do and no one around, Salim meandered to the bathroom with trusty little radio in hand. He sighed into the foamy waters, listening to the soft tunes ease his headache away. Resting his eyes, Salim's quiet hums fought against the sinking he felt in his chest. He stayed in the bath as long as he could, longing for the door would burst open. For the the lull of the music to be drowned out by chatters of winning 'the grand prize'. Or the harsh venting of how much drama the Jack, Queen, and King were causing. After three bathwater replacements, Salim dried off his pruny skin, dressed himself, and curled up on the couch. Another long sigh filled the new space. He tried not to let his mind wander. When it did, it would wind in dizzying, dark circles. No specific horrors or painful memories, just a dull dread that would get his heart racing. Pulse pounding in his ears to the point until it was all he could hear. It was only when he let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding that he realized he was shivering. Stubborn as he was, he would just force himself to turn to his other side and restart a new daydream. But a quiet mind was often an unkind one. The whines of the cicadas echoed behind the music he no longer registered. It felt like days that he'd been prisoner to own mind. Not quite awake, not quite asleep. Just existing. A miserable existence at that. When the heated ambience was disturbed by the clattering front door, Salim had no desire to turn around and face whoever came back. He just wanted to be alone. More than he already was. "Salim? You asleep?" The soft southern drawl hushed itself. Careful footsteps crept their way through the kitchen. Salim stayed motionless. For a while nothing happened. His gulp of saliva gave him away. "What's wrong?" The steps approached him with more certainty. Salim felt the heat of another person on his back, different from the warmth of the summer breeze that accompanied him for hours earlier. He didn't have to imagine the worried expression worn by the sweaty figure crouched down beside him. "Nap nightmare?" The voice cooed, fingers combing through his hair. Salim stayed quiet. "Stomach ache?" Salim shrugged off the hand on his shoulder, frowning towards the couch. He knew he was being unfair, that he shouldn't be throwing some sort of unprompted tantrum at his age. But the uneasiness festered itself into annoyance. "Shit, my cookin' do ya that bad?" Salim huffed in response. Although Jason's touch no longer lingered, Salim shuffled further into the couch and away from the heat near his side. Click. The music stopped and a quietness swept through the room that was so different than what it had been all day. A strained silence. Salim was half tempted to turn and check if he was left alone. Only he didn't because he knew by the heavy breaths he took that Jason was still behind him. A few more moments fleeted by before the

southern drawl returned, thicker than before. "Ya found the condoms in Zain's room, didn’t ‘ya?" Salim turned around so fast, he was shocked at how close the Marine actually was. His glare interrupted by a face-full of pectoralis major. "Oh there he is." The grin could be heard in the voice. "Jason.." He sighed, shutting his eyes again. Taking in a deep breath of sweat and musk that was so unique to his lover, Salim concluded there were no condoms to be found. Despite this, his heart took longer than he would've liked to stabilize. "C'mon now. You gon' clear off your conscience with me or do I gotta make up worse scenarios for 'ya?" Warm fingers raking through his curls again. He didn't want to think. He didn't want to speak. He barely wanted to breathe, worried if he did so the wrong way he’d start a fight he couldn't finish. But the expecting silence didn’t seem to relent. Fingers now ghosting his scalp. "It's nothing Habibi... Just.. A little tired." He croaked, voice low in his throat. Even with his eyes closed, he could hear Jason's gears turning. It wasn’t too long after that both he and the couch groaned underneath some weight. The grunt next to his ear made his face scrunch up. "What on earth are you doing?" "Guess I'm a lil' tired too." "You can’t be serious." "What, am I crushing you?" Salim wiggled under the Marine, limbs drooped in different places, heads tilted at different angles. Just as things settled into place, a pop crackled through the emptiness. "...What was that?" "My heart snappin' in two 'cause you ain' talkin' to me." "Jason." "... Fine.... My neck." Salim stifled his huff of laughter. The urge to smile parted of the clouds overhead. "Jason get off, this cannot be comfortable for you to stay like this." Jason wasn’t good with heat. With the way his t-shirt was growing damp, they both knew his words were true. "Hmm mm. Comfy jus' fine in this defensive position." Jason nuzzled his face into the olive T-shirt, which may have left a sweat streak that neither of them were going to acknowledge.”Gotta make sure you’re covered on all fronts.” Salim felt the hand on his shoulder grip tighter for emphasis. "Defensive? And what are you protecting me from? A cool breeze?" "Loneliness." Salim paused, unable to retort with sass or sarcasm. Jason answered for him by placing a kiss along the base of his neck. Followed by another. And another. The last one being the wettest and loudest of them all. Salim should’ve been smiling. Should’ve been happy that he probably just had his mind read. Instead, a wave of guilt washed over him. It was stronger than whatever dark, hollowness had hit him earlier. “I’m sorry.” He mustered, gazing into the distance with furrowed brows.

“Ain’ nothin’ to be sorry for love.” He felt the pull of a smile against his neck.

"Thank you Habibi" The pet name summoned an inked arm to snake between his chest and the couch. A low hum tickled his back as he melted into the arms that clutched him closer. And for the first time of the day, Salim smiled.

#Salim Othman #Jason Kolchek #Jalim #HOAThemeWeek #DomesticityMonday28th #hoathemeweekfanart #hoathemeweekfanfic #house of ashes #fic #mysc scrawls

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ofmermaidstories · 3 years

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Hello!!!

Ahh I recently read the first chapter of 'The Sun God's Bride' and omgg I'm so sooooo excited!!!!! It looks like it's going to a fun and emotional journey!!!

I love your world building!! Its so realistic but fantastical?? Idk like it just seems sooo lovely, pls I wanna live there 😫🤲💖

I'm curious! When building a world what's your process?? Do you use references such as art and photography to build the world along with your own imagination?? I've noticed that you like to draw, do you draw concept art???

Also!! Pls I'm so in love with how you reference 'flower girl' in your work! Its such a cute and fun little nod to surrender!

Ahh I look forward to going along this journey with you!!! Super excited for the next chapter!!! 💖💖💖

Hello Anima!!!!!!

I want us to live in the Sun God world too. 😩 We could be temple brats, surely it’d be easy… swimming in pools and idk…. eating fruit, LOL. (Oh my gosh though LOL i’m…. so glad you like the florist references :’) IM SORRY GUYS, but that little joke/thread makes me way too happy so i’m just going to include it in everything LOL. like a multiverse theory — somewhere out there, a flower girl version of us is just living their best life, over and over again, falling in love a hundred different ways :’)))) )

But okay, to the crux of your ask — I like to make moodboards when starting a story!!!! I do this for everything, literally, not just fanfics (I made a moodboard for my friend’s and I’s summer trip last year LMAO no chill :’) ). But I have a weheartit account that’s like a million years old, so I use that to collect inspo. Basically, like, if I’ve decided to write something I generally know the feel of it, if that makes sense? So I use my moodboards as a way to pinpoint key visuals/feelings I wanna convey (or just for extra inspo!). Like, for instance, this is just some of the images I have saved under my Sun God board:

Not everything will make it into the final product that is the fic — but this is generally a good way to remind myself what I was trying to achieve LOL. They also have the added bonus of being the images I’ll use when I post about the chapter updates, here on tumbles!!! But as I continue to work on a story, I’ll keep adding to each board as needed — weeding out pictures that don’t work anymore, adding new ones. These are some of the latest ones for something (just like this):

My process for any kind of world building, whether it’s trying to create a fantasy world, or just expanding on a canon one is pretty much just to give myself visual keys!!! Like, I’ll make a few written notes of things in my initial outlining of stuff, but generally, I’ll know a story is sticking if I’ve driven to scribbling for it, or doing this collecting of inspo. Like, with the Todoroki x Reader fic I wanna do, after Deku’s, I’m currently in the “throw everything at the wall and see what sticks” stage:

So what I have currently is just…. flat-out inspo, Idea collecting. The earlier images I have for it are very ocean/sea based, because I started musing about this before I wrote The Widening Sky — so a lot of my oceany-inspo can be seen here, LOL, I dunno if the final product will be as…….. dependant, on the sea, for all that it starts off on a beach.

Doodling for the fics isn’t as common as it is when I’m working on something original — what I’ll draw instead, if I need to, are like, key details. So for example, this one here is — a rough idea of like, how I visualised the cove in The Widening Sky. A priestess/temple Sister sketch for a ceremony in The Sun God’s Bride. And some details from the outfits I’m going to force Y/N to wear in Chapter Four of something (just like this)! LOL

What I really like to draw is how I imagine the characters to look like — with fanfiction I don’t really need to do that, lmao, since most of our cast already exists, but I have drawn what I personally see the Readers as?? I’d never share those sketches though lmao, because I wouldn’t want anyone to like…. see that, instead of what they want. And it’s fun seeing other people’s interpretations!!!!

Saying all that, I guess the “world-building” process kind of looks like this, all together:

this is something I’ve compiled for the manuscript I currently have collecting dust lmao. Doodles, moodboard, mock covers because i’m vain LMAOOO dslkfjsdlkfjkldsfjkldsfj. I’ll have all these bits and pieces in their own folder!! they make me happy to look at ldfkjksdlfjkdlsj. I like having things in front of me, LOL.

whew this was longer than i intended dslkfjsdkljsdkljfkdlsfj i hope it was somehow enlightening??? basically — i just think of something, and then collect a bunch of pictures LOL. and if that fails, i’ll draw some. :’) Thank-you for asking me LOL, i had fun talking about my little visual aids — I’m excited for The Sun God’s Bride, too, and excited we’re starting out on it together. 💖🌷 Here’s to the adventure ahead. 🌅

#ofmermaidstories-asks #anima197 and the sunny days ahead ☀️🌷🌾#thank u for this ask anima i took great delight in answering it LOL #ofmermaidsdoodles #the sun god’s bride - fic #mer-spoils-everything

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whereyoursoulresides · 3 years

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Without Words II - Our Orbiting Paths, Chapter 1

Summary: In their third life, Kunzite has finally won the heart of Zoisite’s civilian reincarnation, Kozakura Izou. However, as their lives become progressively more intertwined, certain challenges begin to crop up… Between the stresses of work, adjusting to modern expectations, and old familiar faces flashing from the shadows, can Kunzite maintain a meaningful relationship with his partner successfully?

Rating: T+

Characters Featured in Fic: Kunzite, Zoisite, Nephrite, Jadeite, Naru, Umino

Chapter Summary: It's been a few months of dating now, and Kunzite thinks they're ready to take it to the next step.

AO3 Link Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27826732/chapters/68145631#workskin

“Oh, you should’ve seen it, Kunihiro-sama,” the voice was saying over the phone. “Absolutely atrocious, I had never seen anything like it!”

“Hmn,” was all Kunzite said, albeit with a bit of a smile. He didn’t usually have much opinion on the matters of Izou’s latest gossip, but he was happy to hear Izou talk about anything at all. He took another bite of his dinner - plain white rice and grilled salmon. “And then?”

“Oh, I took myself right out of that business,” Izou continued, and Kunzite could just imagine his curls frazzedly waving in exasperation.

“It sounds like you might be out-growing that coffee shop,” was Kunzite’s observation.

Izou huffed over the phone. “Entirely possible. The staff is completely different now. Honestly, Kunihiro-sama, these new girls, sometimes their attitude is just appal- ow! ”

Kunzite quickly pushed some loose grains of rice past his lips. “Mn. Izou? Are you alright?”

There was a little hiss, and then a whine.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Izou answered. “Just a prick, that’s all.” The words came out mumbly as Kunzite could hear him suck on his finger. “Shoot, that smarts!”

Kunzite shook his head fondly. “Be careful,” he chided as he began to clean up the remnants of his dinner. He had about another five minutes of his break left. “Perhaps we shouldn’t chat if you need to concentrate...”

“Mn, oh no!” Izou insisted. The sound of the phone being adjusted to his ear cackled over the receiver. “At any rate, what time are you finishing tonight, Kunihiro-sama?”

“Late,” Kunzite answered. He glanced at the clock. “About midnight, I think.”

“Oh.” Izou sounded disappointed. “It’s been so long…”

It had perhaps only been a week since they'd last seen each other in person, but to both it had felt like an eternity. Between Kunzite’s long and odd working hours at the precinct and Izou’s equally erratic shifts at the coffee shop, it was difficult to set a real date time consistently, and every window of opportunity was never wasted. Although they chatted every night (and occasionally stumbled to work from either other’s homes), it seemed that their craving for the other’s physical presence was only growing exponentially by the day.

“I know,” Kunzite said kindly. He missed Izou too.

Izou seemed to gather up some strength. “Were you able to eat? You’ve mentioned before it’s tricky to get a meal in sometimes…”

Kunzite threw the plastic container out into the garbage under the sink.

“I managed to grab something. Although I must be hanging up soon, Izou…”

“Oh, okay,” Izou said in a rush. “Well, um, maybe I could drop by tomorrow, before my shift? I start late in the afternoon…”

Kunzite smiled. “That’d be lovely. Whatever works for you.”

“Okay.” Izou paused as though to say something pressing, but Kunzite chalked it up to their usual anxieties of never wanting to hang up. “Take care,” he finally said.

Kunzite tilted his head warmly.

“You as well. Chat soon.”

After hanging up the phone, Kunzite finished tidying up the break room and returned to his desk. In one corner stood the small rosebush that Izou had managed to resurrect. It was Kunzite’s pride and joy in the office, a perfect reminder in lieu of their photo from the Dark Kingdom. As he settled himself amongst his papers and computers, he thought briefly of how lucky he was. It was so surreal to think that this was where they - he and Izou - were now.

In the past few months, Izou’s memories of his third life had rapidly solidified, and it had been fascinating to Kunzite to learn everything about Kozakura Izou. His parents - a concept that Kunzite was still struggling to come to terms with - lived in the countryside, on a small, modest farm. His mother was an artist, and his father was a photographer. Izou himself had moved to Tokyo at age fourteen to better his schooling and career opportunities. In between part time work and school, Izou loved to read, thrift, garden, and shop. His creativity energy would burst into little endeavours - sketches, doodles, collages - and was increasingly weaving into his sense of style and fashion. It wasn’t uncommon for Kunzite to hear a little yelp or hiss over the phone as he had earlier- followed by the endearing dismayed whine - from sewing accidents wherein Izou had stabbed himself at his fingertips. As Kunzite flipped through his briefing updates in his hands, he wondered which project Izou had been working on today, and if he would be seeing it soon.

“Saitou-san.”

Kunzite glanced up to see a younger officer leaning over the corner of his cubicle. He was holding two folders in one hand, while the other was scratching his head under his cap. Behind him, Kunzite caught a glimpse of the civilian as she left the precinct, her dark auburn hair swinging behind her.

“Yes, Kobayashi-san?”

“I just got another statement about the nondescript white van. That makes five so far.”

“No attacks?”

“None, just trailing.” Kobayashi scrunched up his nose. “It’s hard to get an idea though on where to begin. No identifiable markings, and none of the license plates line up. Still seems worth investigating.”

Kunzite’s eyes drifted to the other folder. “And the other case?”

“Mn? Oh. Just another sighting of the cargo truck with the black star. No attacks yet this week, but it’s definitely suspicious.” He looked at Kunzite sheepishly. “I guess you’ll probably want the more exciting one, huh?”

If it was one thing Kunzite knew very well, it was patterns. And he knew what would follow the cargo truck with the black star all too well.

“I’ll take the van,” he said curtly, taking the folder.

The younger officer grinned in excitement, holding the remaining case to his chest.

“Maybe this means I’ll get to meet a Sailor Senshi…!”

“I think you have much more pressing concerns than that,” Kunzite said crossly. He gestured to some of the boxes stacked up at the farthest wall of the precinct. “Why don’t you start setting those up instead.”

Flushing embarrassedly, Kobayashi straightened immediately.

“Yes sir!”

As the younger officer hurried off to set up the precinct’s newest surveillance testing program, Kunzite shook his head. Although he was the senior officer, occasionally Kunzite felt more like an unofficial mother hen than a leader. Quickly, he brushed the thought aside and returned to his paperwork with a sigh.

And when else had he felt like that before…?

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It had been a long night. While his precinct also technically dealt with thefts, burglaries, and other emergencies, Kunzite found the public-facing aspect of his job far more draining. Although he usually could leave it to the younger officers, the fact remained that most of them still needed guidance and training, which Kunzite had to deliver. By the time he climbed his way up to the top floor of his low-rise apartment, Kunzite’s stomach was rumbling, and he was ready to hit the hay.

However, upon arriving at his door, Kunzite was greeted by a little surprise that woke him right up.

“Izou?”

The young man had been sitting by the door, shrouded in a thick winter jacket with a backpack to his side. Seeing Kunzite, he jumped to his feet. “Kunihiro-sama, welcome home!” It was the biggest grin Kunzite had seen all day.

Despite himself, Kunzite couldn’t help but reflect a slightly confused smile back. He gently laid a hand on the small of Izou’s back. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yes,” Izou assured, lifting what looked like a large stack of lunch boxes wrapped in a spring green cloth. “I thought you could use something heartier so late after dinner time,” he said cheerfully. “It’s just some takeout, but…” His cheeks glowed faintly. “But...I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

As Kunzite inserted his key, he had to do his best to keep from growing into a ridiculous grin. Izou was just so sweet and thoughtful.

“You really shouldn’t have,” Kunzite finally said, as the bolt unlocked. Izou glanced up uncertainty.

“Was it too forward of me?” he asked.

Kunzite finally let the fondness of his smile show, and gently nudged Izou into the door.

“Not at all.” I’ve missed you too. “Please. Come in.”

Splitting into a grin, Izou slipped off his shoes and leapt inside. As he got settled and began to unpack the food, Kunzite’s smile faded when he realized how late it truly was. One in the morning, and while his area was safer than Izou’s neighbourhood, the city could still be a very dangerous beast at this hour.

“How long were you waiting for?” he asked as he slid out of his own shoes, watching Izou for any indication of polite refrain.

“Oh, not long,” Izou answered merrily, now plating the food into bowls. He gathered up the paper and plastic and swirled around to throw them into the garbage, not noticing Kunzite’s knitting brows.

“Izou.”

The boy paused for a moment to look up at Kunzite hesitantly. “About an hour,” he answered quickly. “But I knew you might be late so I brought a book, so it’s okay, really.” He then returned to cleaning up and setting the kettle for some tea.

Kunzite glanced down at the key that was still in his hand, and made up his mind. As Izou began undoing the tea tin, Kunzite gently but protectively began to wrap his arms around the younger man’s waist, bringing him close to his chest. Izou was clearly delighted by the closeness and looked over his shoulder to shyly smile at Kunzite.

“The city can be dangerous this late at night,” Kunzite murmured quietly into Izou’s soft hair. “You should be more careful…”

Izou was obviously touched by Kunzite’s concern, and brushed it off. “I’m fine, I can take care of myself,” he insisted. He placed one of his own hands on Kunzite’s forearm. “Don’t worry.”

Of course Kunzite couldn’t help but worry, he’d been worrying about Izou even before he had met him in this life.

“Maybe you should consider a different place to live,” Kunzite suggested. “Somewhere safer.”

Izou shrugged and began to swirl the tea leaves budding in the hot water. “Maybe once I have a little more money,” he agreed.

It took Kunzite a few moments to consider what his next words were going to be. Eventually, he pulled one arm away from Izou and placed the key, with purpose, onto the counter in Izou’s line of sight.

“I was thinking…” Kunzite mumbled softly, “that maybe you’d like to live with me.”

At first, Izou blinked at the piece of metal on the counter, not entirely sure if he was understanding, or had correctly caught what Kunzite had said. Unawares, Kunzite tightened his hug marginally, hoping that his suggestion wasn’t a step too far.

Slowly Izou turned his head around to look up at him. When Kunzite saw those big, bright and breathless eyes, he knew his fears were unfounded.

“Really?” Izou whispered, almost shyly. “You...think we’re ready for that?”

It was clear by Izou’s exhilarated whisper that he clearly was delighted to think they were, and Kunzite was definitely certain they were. Well, he was also certain because of how well he and Zoisite had lived together in the past… So, surely they were more than ready to move in together by now.

“Absolutely.”

It was clear Izou could hardly believe this turn of events, trying his best to hide the big grin Kunzite could tell was growing on his face. Finally, after rolling his bottom lip between his teeth, Izou beamed and nodded.

“Sure.”

It took nearly all of Kunzite’s willpower to not pick up Izou and swirl him around in his new home. Instead Kunzite simply broke into a smile again, followed by a short, relieved chuckle...Very quickly, the two of them were grinning and flushing together with excitement. Was this it? Were they really ready for this? It was as if both men were suppressing an armory of feeling that they were not yet ready to give words to, and giggling and laughing was the closest way they had to release the tension of mounting exhiliation that they were both trying to restrain.

“I’ll help you move in, the next time you’re free,” Kunzite said earnestly, seeing that he wasn’t alone in wanting to live together as soon as possible.

“I don’t have much stuff,” Izou replied, who couldn’t stop grinning behind his hands. “Although...I don’t have much money for my share of rent...”

“You don’t have to worry about any of that,” Kunzite reassured immediately. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Izou’s eyebrows stitched up together. “But...what about food?” He glanced around. “Utilities…”

“I’ll take care of everything,” Kunzite repeated again, firmly but gently. “I want to share my home with you. I want it to be our home. I’ll get everything ready.”

It was clear Izou couldn’t believe his luck. He was practically dancing into Kunzite’s arms when suddenly realization flickered across his face. Kunzite caught it instantly and his smile disappeared. “What is it?”

Izou didn’t say anything, but green eyes darted over to the bathroom. There was a moment of silence as both of them realized what Izou had just remembered... and Kunzite suddenly felt a bit awkward and unprepared.

“It’s okay,” he insisted, although he knew the memory of it wasn’t exactly pleasant. “Everything’s been removed, I promise.”

Hesitantly Izou glanced up at Kunzite, and it was clear how conflicted he felt about the situation.

“It’s empty,” Kunzite insisted again. “You can fill it with your things when you move in. Izou’s things.”

This seemed to make Izou feel a bit better, and the smile slowly resurfaced back up a bit. “Well it’s...not like I didn’t like the stuff ,” he mumbled a bit. “I mean, I did like that stuff and I still do like it but...it was just a bit weird seeing it all there ready for you, you know?”

“I understand.” Kunzite gently gave Izou a bit of squeeze.

“Did you really throw it all out though?” Izou asked. “It would’ve been a waste...I suppose I wouldn’t mind using it if you still have it.”

At that, Kunzite paused. He had gotten rid of it from the bathroom, but hadn’t actually thrown the items out…

Izou looked up curiously. “Kunihiro-sama?”

“Truthfully?” Kunzite asked.

“Truthfully,” Izou answered, but the smile on his face gave away that he was going to be okay with whatever Kunzite answered.

“Don’t look in the closet.”

Despite himself, Izou couldn’t help but giggle, and Kunzite’s shoulders released with relief. As Izou tried to hide his laughter behind his hand, Kunzite glanced up at the clock and saw how even later it was getting.

“Let’s eat.” He slowly undid his arms around Izou and lightly grazed Izou’s cheek as he pulled away. “I’ll undress and we’ll have supper.”

“Wait.” Izou took a step forward and placed his hand on Kunztie’s chest to stop him. There was a moment, and Izou’s eyes slowly trailed up from the bottom of Kunzite’s uniform, from its hem to his belt, to finally his eyes. “...Keep them on?”

Kunzite could tell that look anywhere and, hiding a smirk, he obliged. Gathering the food from the counter, the two of them made their way over to the couch to settle in for some cozy dinner. As Izou made himself comfortable nestling in Kunzite’s arms as they flicked the television on, Kunzite couldn't help but relish this humble but incredible moment between them.

Zoisite was finally home.

#anyo writes #without words 2 #our orbiting paths #chapter 2 #kunzoi #kunzite x zoisite #fanfiction #Civilian Life #Third Life

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group Fic) Chapter 5 ~ Ginger Nut

A/N: schools been stressing me the fuck out recently and prelims are coming up so sorry if I don’t update as frequently

Since Miss raja had handed out the assignment, most of the pairs had only met once. Some, like Willam and Sharon, had not met at all. Unsurprisingly, Willam has been giving her a cold shoulder of some sort, favouring Alaska in the ongoing feud between the two. There hadn’t been any big blow outs since, but nothing had been resolved either. Sharon still kept her head down in classes, engraving doodles into her desk; Alaska threw herself into her work continuing to ace every single one of her classes. Bianca and Adore had nearly finished their assignment two weeks early. This was unheard of for Adore, but something about her partner motivated her, lit a fire inside of her. Usually, Adore went to Bianca’s after school. Bianca rarely went to Adores – not because she didn’t want to be there, but because she couldn’t work well while sitting in a sunken bean bag in a room decorated with leftovers. Trixie and Katya were making slow progress; they met in the library every Tuesday after school but got sidetracked and listened to the ironic librarian telling story after story about her personal life. Violet and Pearl hadn’t met outside of school, but they’d met in the library over a couple of lunchtimes. They both had such busy schedules, with Pearl staying most nights after school for art study and Violet juggling media study and aerial classes. They talked over text a lot though and had gotten quite close. They were now each other’s top best friend on snapchat. “This filter looks like your face” Violet captioned one day, as the filter gave her the face of a sloth. “At least I don’t look like this” Pearl snapped back, now with her faced comedically stretched out. The pair went on like this all day, every day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Willam walked across her kitchen counter, it was 22:30 and she’d only finished structuring her plan for the assignment. You’re going to have to see that bitch some time, better be prepared so there’s no awkward silence while I try to keep my hands off of her throat she thought as she made herself coffee. She stood in an oversized t shirt that was some guys she hooked up with once, but never gave it back. Meh, he’ll have other shirts Willam shrugged. Seating herself at the island in the middle of the room, she put down her coffee and logged onto her laptop. Her phone buzzed. It was Sharon. “Hey listen, we really should get started on this whole assignment. When suits?” The sound of fresh acrylics tapping on a screen emerged as Willam typed out a reply while her laptop loaded. “I’m good to do any days after school apart from Fridays, not lunch times though. Can’t leave Lask on her own.” Willam re-read that final sentence before thinking fuck it and hit send. “Probably shouldn’t have gone there but hey,” she said to herself “I’m not the one who fucked up.” As one hand raked through her naturally curly mane and another scrolled through Facebook updates, Willams face lit up at the sight of a certain notification.

Caught in the act would like to FaceTime

After clicking accept, Willam saw Courtney’s glowing smile appear on the screen. “Wills! Hi! I’ve missed your face!” She exclaimed. Willam felt a warmth grow inside of her in response to her comment. “Hey girl. How’s life back in the dunny?” she asked, giving her best Courtney impression. Courtney chuckled, “it’s okay but it would be so much better if you were here too. I’ve got no one to tutor now!” “Yeah that’s because you go to a private school where everyone is crazy fucking smart.” Willam leaned onto the counter of the island, cupping her face with her hands. Courtney rolled her eyes as she giggled, the position of the camera slightly moving, giving Willam a clear view of a familiar shirt covering Courtney’s chest. “Is that my motherfucking Gucci?” She screamed, “I’ve been looking for thaaaaaaat” Willam drawled out the last word, feigning sadness. Well, she was partly annoyed but there was something about seeing Courtney, on the other side of the world, still with her that overpowered any annoyance. “How do you even have that?” Courtney hugged herself and smiled. “I thiiiiink, it was the night I stayed over last minute.” She explained a huge grin appearing. “And I just, never gave it back I guess.” Willam shook her head. She spun around on her stool purely to hide the ever growing blush on her cheeks. “What?” The aussie questioned, suddenly intrigued as to why the girl on the screen had spun around more than 5 times. Willam stopped and gazed at Courtney. Her eyes contained a whole galaxy. An ever changing colour, they framed the girl’s face so perfectly. Willam never wanted to look away, never wanted the picture in front of her to leave. Willam found her heart fluttering in a way it never did. People didn’t phase Willam, so why did Courtney still have so much power over her? Especially when she wasn’t even here with Willam. Courtney tapped the screen, making a clicking sound come over Willam’s laptop speakers, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Hellooo, are you still there?” “I…I just…” Willam stuttered. She looked down to meet Courtney’s eyes again. Willam picked at her nails and traced her hands, remembering where Courtney’s used to fit. “I really miss you. That’s all.” “Really?” Courtney raised an eyebrow. “You miss the 4 hour English lessons?” “You used to bring chocolates,” Willam smiled at the memory. Courtney mirrored her. “You miss me singing quotes to you at midnight?” “We would be home alone,” she glanced over to the mass of her tiled floor, remembering the blonde girl performing musical acts of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and To kill a Mockingbird. “You miss answering paper after paper of textual analysis?” Courtney cocked her head to the side, twirling her hair which was in a high ponytail. Her voice was sweet, like candy. “Okay bitch,” Willam gave in, “you got me there. I HATED those.” The pair broke out in laughter thinking back to numerous nights when Willams profanity over past papers got so extreme they had to take a break. “I don’t fucking know why they used the word emancipation, why should I? They’re the dicks who wrote it. I shit you not Miss Act, I’m seriously never gonna need this. Like, not one Tom, Dick or Harry in the goddamn street is gonna come up and be like; what did you think of the word choice in paragraph 4?” Courtney and Willam talked until their hearts were content. They missed each other terribly, but times like these they treasured greatly and no one could take those hours away from them. Their conversation would change from friends, to tv shows, to memories they had, to…. well, anything. “Nah I just don’t see it Wills” “Why the fuck not? Me, you, and Alaska; walking down the runway in Chachki’s fashion line” “Wait, I still don’t get how Violet got a fashion line” Courtney was tired, rubbing her eyes before cursing as she remembered putting mascara and eyeliner on this morning. Willam sighed, “It’s not a real one her class is doing it as part of their exam. They have to create stuff.” She stood up from her barstool and positioned herself far away from the camera. “Me, you and lask,” she pointed to two other points each side of her, placing herself in the middle. “We walk down,” She strutted across her kitchen floor, “we pose like there’s no tomorrow.” She placed her hands on her hips and threw her hair, striking different poses for Courtney. Wolf whistles came from the laptop, encouraging the model. “We wave to the crowd,” Willam gave a sly, over the shoulder smile. “See it’s that simple.” Courtney yawned. The sky was starting to become dark outside her window and she glanced at the time, 19:41. She hadn’t even eaten dinner, still had to shower and had a mountain of work to do. But none of that mattered, a girl in the computer was pretending to be a model in her kitchen while wearing a faded Oasis t shirt and Victoria secret satin shorts. What a dork she thought to herself, smiling wholeheartedly. “One problem” Courtney interrupted Willam’s make believe fashion show. “I’m kinda in another continent” “We have planes bitch. Hop on one and come over.” “Willlllllls, I can’t just hop on a plane that quickly.” “Well you hopped on me pretty fast.” Willam crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, “What’s stopping you?” As nonchalant as ever, Courtney thought. “Exams, my family, graduation, my 18th! Did I mention exams?” Willam didn’t see the big deal, scrunching up her face at Court’s phony problems. “The flight’s long - study then. You’ve literally seen your family since birth, trust me they can last a couple months without you. You’ll be back in time for exams. I’ll throw you a mad party, I know a guy who’s got a wicked venue. And yeah, you did mention that.” Courtney’s face didn’t change, she didn’t see a logical reason to go to America again so soon aside from seeing her Wills. “At least say you’ll think about it, pleeeeease?” Clutching her hands together Willam plastered her face with the biggest, cheesiest, full teeth smile she could muster. “Willam Belli? Are you begging?” With a serious humour Willam leaned forward and spoke straight into the webcam; “You want me on my knees? All you gotta do is ask.” The girls held each other in their eyes, shutting out everything. A special bond flickered between them, replenishing the passionate feelings they shared. Courtney’s voice was barely audible, her lips parting only slightly “I’ll talk to you later Wills, I gotta go.” Her voice was low and somewhat husky, igniting a fire in Willam. “Bye.” Willam’s laptop returned to Facebook where she could see her aunts latest update; Selling a Tiffany’s ring. $250. Hardly worn. Message me for any more details “Shit” Willam thought to herself, “Well that engagement didn’t last long did it Jackie?” As she scrolled down her feed she looked through some of Bianca’s photos she’d just uploaded, Willam couldn’t help but notice how many of them contained Adore. Just then her phone buzzed with a new message from Sharon. Wednesday? Library? Willam whined to herself and frowned looking at the message. The last thing she wanted right now was to be spending time with the girl who broke her best friends heart. Fine I’ll be there

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Violet had been working on the assignment; it wasn’t necessary but she felt the need to perfect a few things. She’d highlighted a couple of lines and felt the need to tell her partner. She whipped out her phone and found Pearl in her contacts. V: Found a couple of quotes from act 4 that we should prob use, they’re really versatile so we can talk about them from both sides Almost instantly Violet saw the three dots appear and waited for a reply. P: versatile eh?

V: you just can’t help yourself can you

P: guess not Vi :))

V: you’re going to hell I hope you know that

Pearl sat on her unmade bed in her room with her phone LED as the only light source. She had been sketching for the past hour or so but had no inspiration. The only person on her mind was Violet. P: And I hope you realise that you’re working on a Saturday night The three dots appeared on Pearls phone before disappearing shortly after with no text to replace it. that shut her up. P: Could I be of any help???

V: don’t try and sweet talk me now Pearly

P: I have no idea what you’re talking about

V: well, since you’re such a studious pupil feel free to come over and help me with our assignment

P: is that a serious invitation?

V: only if you want it to be…

Pearl sat up and contemplated the invite before changing into a nicer top and out of her joggers. She briefly brushed her hair and slapped on powder and a subtle lipstick. As she tied her converse and threw on her denim jacket, Pearl typed out one more message for Violet. P: Okay loser, where do you live?

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Bianca had rung the doorbell twice already and the weighty bag of takeaway in her hand felt like it was going to give away any second. Come on chola she muttered, growing impatient at the closed door in front of her. She tried the doorbell again and finally heard footsteps and a disgruntled moan behind the door. Adore opened the door, revealing a dimly lit mess of a room. Her face soon turned to confusion at the sight of a fresh faced Bianca in her doorway. she stepped to the side as an invite for the girl to come in. Bianca rolled her eyes, “Someone’s hungover” she smiled half-heartedly and raised the lukewarm bag in her hand. “I brought dinner.” Adore smiled at the gesture and walked into the kitchen to get plates. Bianca followed and reached into the top left cupboard to get glasses. She’d become acquainted with Adore’s house in the very few times she’d been. It was pretty self explanatory apart from the fact that she kept glasses on the other end of the kitchen from all the other dining things. “So, how’ve you been?” Adore asked, her voice monotone and groggy. “Better than you it sounds like,” the brunette jokingly replied, “Water or coffee?” Adore surveyed her options. “Water.” Bianca nodded. “Slice of cucumber,” both girls added at the same time. As Adore laid out the food, Bianca came up behind her and ruffled a hand through her hair. “What deranged party were you at last night?” “None actually.” “So why do you sound half asleep?” Defensively Adore crossed her arms before rubbing her eyes. “Because I was napping until you came.” Bianca chuckled before walking over to the sleepy being and pulling her into a hug. “Aww,” she said in a baby voice, “is Delano a little sleepy?” “I actually am because I was working on this stupid ass assignment” They both sat at the table and proceeded to eat the food Bianca brought. After a couple moments of comfortable silence Adore leaned forward and furrowed her brow. “Wait B,” she asked. The other girl looked up from her plate and waited for Adore to continue. “Why are you here? Not that I’m unhappy about it but… you don’t like it here.” Both laughed at the bold but true statement Adore just made. Bianca shrugged and fished around her plate with her fork. “I was home alone and Violet was busy.” Adore nodded. She looked back down at her food and smiled, knowing Bianca voluntarily wanted to hang out with Adore. They weren’t working, it had nothing to do with school. She wanted to see her. That’s real cute Adore thought. Real cute.

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Before the World Stops Turning: Pt.4

Hello lovely people of Tumblr! I know it’s been a while since I last posted, but alas! I’m back now with the latest chapter of this fic. This chapter (and the next one, for that matter) is a bit shorter than the prior three chapters, but I decided that this was the best way for me to keep the plot moving along and keep switching POV as I have been thus far, so it is what it is.

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Finn sat on the gray loveseat in the spare bedroom of Danny’s house—which the band has been using as a makeshift recording studio for nearly two years now—strumming idly on his acoustic guitar. Although their band was not actively working on writing and recording music, when inspiration struck, they always made a point to put it down on paper and do some rough recordings for them to go back to later.

Danny sat in front of his desk on the other side of the room with his headphones on, reviewing the audio he and Finn had recorded in the previous hours and making notes about what could be improved or what was working well; however, the quiet calm of the room was soon disturbed when Chop burst in with three cans of beer in his hands.

“Evening, gents! I come bearing gifts for two of my favorite band mates,” Chop said loudly as he tossed a beer to Danny and Finn before sitting on the ground with his back resting against the couch that Finn was occupying and opening his can of beer, “how did recording go for you lads today?”

Finn set his guitar on the ground beside the couch and sat upright, stretching and yawning deeply as his exhaustion began to catch up to him. Once seated more comfortably, Finn opened up his beer and took a long, slow drink.

“Quite well, actually! Finn was lucky that I switched my shift at the bar with Jeremy or else I would have been at work when he decided to drop by unannounced!”

“I said I was sorry,” Finn replied with a sheepish chuckle, “plus, I called you when I was on my way over to your house. I had a really great idea for the bridge to the song that I’ve been playing around with for the last few months and I knew I’d lose it if I waited too long.”

Finn had been at the library on his University’s campus with Archie for nearly two hours after his last lecture of the day ended, trying and failing to study for an upcoming exam in the World History class they had together; however, they had taken a break to get some snacks and rethink their study strategy when Archie received an important phone call that he needed to take.

Finn was content to just sit at the table and continue the random doodles he had been working on in the margins of his lecture notes when an idea for a song hit him like a train.

He wrote down what he could to ensure that he wouldn’t forget and gathered his belongings from the table to leave the library. Finn saw Archie talking on the phone in a more populated area of the library where speaking on the phone would not be a disturbance and let him know that they could just pick up where they left off after class later this week before practically sprinting to his truck and speeding over to his apartment.

Before Finn had even left his apartment after getting his guitar, he was on the phone with Danny letting him know that he was on his way over.

“I know, Finn, I’m just giving you a hard time! After what you recorded today, I can definitely see why you wanted to record this before the idea passed…it’s not perfect quite yet, but it definitely has potential and I think this song is gonna be something really special when it’s all pieced together.”

“That’s fucking great! Good job, mate!” Chop replied as he ruffled Finn’s hair in praise, earning an annoyed chuckle and smirk from his mate as he fixed his hair.

“Do you know if Archie updated the details about our next show? He posted about it on his profile earlier this week, but has anyone posted it to the band page yet?” Chop asked before taking another swig of his beer.

“Yeah! Arch was on the phone with the booking agent for the venue before I headed over here because they wanted to confirm some of the final details about the event,” Finn replied, “When we were at the library they called him to let him know one of the opening acts pulled out of the show, so they just decided to extend each bands’ set a bit to compensate for that extra hour time-slot. Archie said he was going to post the updated details and offer to sell some tickets for cheap to anyone who reached out to us on a first come-first serve basis. I was in a rush to get over here though, so I didn’t really get much more detail about the situation than that…”

“Okay, great! I know the fans really love it when we do that.” Danny replied with a smile before turning his attention back to his computer.

“Yeah! And it’s always cool being able to personally deliver the tickets to fans that live around here. Has anyone asked to buy tickets?”

“I dunno…check my phone,” Finn replied to Chop as he pointed to his cell phone that sat on an empty shelf of a bookcase across the room beside Finn’s car keys.

“Hmm…the post has a few likes and comments. There’s a couple unrelated messages from fans. Oh! One person is asking to purchase tickets from us…let’s see what they said…”

…I saw that you have a limited number of tickets available for purchase at reduced prices. I’m interested in purchasing a pair, please…

“Oi Finney boy! I found your girl!” Chop called with a wide grin plastered on his face.

“What are you on about this time, Chopper?” Finn asked in confusion as he tilted his head back to get the last drops of beer from the can before setting the now empty can onto the ground by his feet.

“According to this, her name is ‘Rae’? You know…The pretty lass that shrugged you off when you tried to make conversation at the last show? Izziemarie33’s brunette mate with the really nice—“

“Okay, I think we get the idea Chop,” Finn interrupted as he quickly got to his feet and walked over to where Chop stood to grab his phone from Chop’s hands, “what do you mean you found her? I already found out who she was a while back…”

“Are you serious, Finn? And you didn’t think to tell me—your best mate in the whole world—that you learned the secret identity of your soul mate?” Chop asked incredulously as he turned away from Finn at just the right time to prevent Finn from grabbing his cell phone back from his friend.

“For fuck’s sake, Chop! She’s not my soul mate, okay? And it’s not that big of a deal…I just happened to see a post on her mate Isabella’s profile that she was tagged in as well…”

“Huh, I see…well, it’s getting pretty late and I need to get going now because I agreed to meet Alex for drinks after his closing shift at the shop and he’ll make me pay for the first round if I’m late again this time! Here’s your phone back, Finn. And don’t you dare say I never did anything for you!” Chop replied with a wink before saluting Danny and leaving the room in a hurry.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Finn looked down at the screen of his phone that Chop had just handed back to him and noticed that the current conversation that was open on his phone was a private message conversation containing a message sent less than an hour ago.

On the left side of the screen was a small square with Rae’s profile picture and her username in bolded text beside the message she had sent requesting to purchase tickets to their next show.

Oh…so that’s what Chop meant by him finding “my girl”…

K&Q: Hiya Rae! Thank you for reaching out to us about purchasing tickets to this show…

Finn began typing up one of the typical responses that he generally sent from the band’s profile, speaking in third person and making an effort not to use his own name.

Relax, Finn! You send messages like this to fans of the band all the time…

Rae is just another person who is reaching out to buy tickets to one of your shows…no need to overthink things!

…You just need two tickets? No problem! :)

Rae: Thanks for getting back to me! Yes, just two tickets, thanks.

I know your post mentioned that you guys deliver the tickets that are purchased directly to us, so should I give you my address to send them to or…?

K&Q: Do you live in the area, Rae? We can deliver them directly to your house or meet you somewhere to drop them off for you, if you’d like?

As soon as Finn sent the message, he worried that the message could be taken the wrong way or misconstrued by Rae. This fear only intensified when the message showed that it had been opened and read but there was no indication that Rae was responding back yet.

Finn was about to begin writing an apology for the forwardness of the prior message and to assure her that he did not mean to imply anything other than simply delivering the tickets Rae wanted to purchase when he saw the three dots in the lower corner of the screen appear, indicating that Rae was typing.

Rae: Oh, yes, of course! I actually attend Uni in the city, so if we could meet up somewhere around there, that’d be great…as long as it isn’t too far out of your way, that is?

K&Q: No, that’s perfect, actually! There’s a cool little café on campus for us to meet at, if you’d like. I can send you the details if you don’t already know it. Is next Monday alright with you?

Rae: I have work Monday mornings, but if you’re free in the afternoon, that would be perfect!

K&Q: Great, Monday afternoon works for me! I’ll see you then.

Finn was about to close out of the conversation when an idea popped into his head, causing his fingers to hover slightly over the touch screen keyboard of his phone as he mulled over the idea.

Fuck it, what’s the worst that can happen?

…Also, I’m not always good at checking messages here on the band’s profile, so if you need to meet a different day or need to contact me in the meantime, here’s my phone number…

@eveerez @tinakegg @hey1tskat1e @lurkernolonger @milllott @nutinanutshell @i-dream-of-emus @milymargot @vivammfd @bitchesbecrazy89 @arathewallflower @mallyallyandra @kneekeyta

A/N: Awwwww, our little Finnley is working up his confidence when it comes to Rae and I’m all for it! He was feeling extra suave this chapter and found a way to give Rae his phone number AND arrange a meet up with her in-person...I don’t know about all of you, but I’m very interested to see how their little meeting goes, but that’s still a little ways away (2 chapters away to be more specific, if my memory serves me right...which it probably doesn't because my memory is complete shit lol)

So...I’m content to just pretend that this chapter didn’t take me almost 2 weeks to post even though the entire fic up to and including the next chapter has been written since before I even posted the first chapter of this particular fic...

There was a VERY short period of time a couple weeks back where Uni and work weren’t the banes of my existence and I had time to actually write and edit this fic at my leisure...but that time came and went and these past couple weeks have been a real struggle for me.

I’ve been struggling to keep up with my assignments for Uni, work has been stressing me out and making me increasingly unhappy because I feel like I’m getting stuck in a rut, I’ve been stressed out financially and with recent events with my family...

But by far the most difficult part of recent weeks has been that I’ve been really struggling with my mental health as of late and I haven’t been sleeping well, eating well, taking care of myself in general, etc...I’ve also been withdrawing from my friends and isolating myself and I’ve found that as a result I was spending much less time on social media and therefore less time here on Tumblr for me to read/write/edit/post (I’m also much harder on myself when I get into this sort of mindset, so there were a few times when I’d begin editing this chapter, decide it was complete shit, and then contemplate scrapping the entire chapter/fic and starting over...I never got to that point yet, but there have been a few very close-calls).

In general, I just haven’t been in a good place recently and as much as I tried to push through it, it got the best of me and exacerbated everything that I was already dealing with, making things substantially worse.

Please do not misunderstand me when I say that I’m not telling you all of this stuff to make excuses or gain your sympathy...I just have an affinity for oversharing details of my life for little to no reason and thought that this explanation could give some context as to why I might randomly stop posting from time to time because I go through these unexplained periods of losing interest in social media and socialization in general more frequently than I would care to admit.

Ok...that’s enough for today’s edition of “Sarah venting about the random shit in her life in the Author’s Notes of her most recent fanfic chapter update even though her rant has no correlation to the content of the actual chapter she posted”

I’ll do my best to get back on the schedule of more regular posting like I was before, so there should be at least 2 or 3 chapters posted per week from here on out, but again...no promises.

If you read this entire Author’s Note, I applaud you and I think you’re top-notch because this turned out to be much longer than I had originally planned...

ANYWAYS...thank you for reading and I hope you liked this chapter...Stay awesome, my friends! :)

#finn-nelson-for-the-win #My writing #mmfd #mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary #my mad fat diary fanfiction #Before the World Stops Turning #part 4 #the concert series

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