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outoutdamnspark · 1 year

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Inspired by the Robo!Submas x Reader au by @nc-eikin - because this bitch (affectionate) has a death grip on my soul. I’m such a robophiliac, you have no idea.

(Was listening to Matsudappoiyo’s cover of Talk of the Past while writing.)

*cracks knuckles*

AIGHT. Robo-romance, here we go!

(Cw: Panic attacks and mentions of dissociation, brief themes of ableism(???) Tenderness, non-sexual body [hand] worship, pining. Robots in love. Shifting narration focus. Reader is called “lady” but is left genderless. Submas x Reader.)

soa have mercy this got so out of hand. no pun intended.

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The entire day has been awful from the start.

You’ve suffered through bad days before - many times - but no matter how many, you’ll never quite get used to the extra long shift, or the endless slew of technical issues that all seem to spontaneously appear back to back to back, or the people being rude as hell when you're just trying to send in a report or a request for replacement parts. (And you’ll never, never, get used to how, on top of all of that, the miserable weather, dreary, wet, and cold, is causing your phantom limbs to ache.)

You’re exhausted by the time your shift is at its blessed end, fed up, in pain, and nearly ready to break down in frustrated tears as you quicken your pace towards what you desperately hope is safety in the ‘Employees Only’ corridors.

But it is not to be.

You'd always been so careful of your gloves, making sure they were as well-maintained as the delicate mechanisms your grandfather taught you to build and repair. Any loose thread, any thinning seam, and you were quick to repair or replace the fabric barrier between your prosthetic limbs and the judgemental world around you, and this meticulousness had served you well for oh so long.

But even the most vigilant of individuals can fall victim to blind chance, and blind chance is exactly what puts the snagging ends of a frayed wire in just the right place inside your pocket. It catches on the side of your glove as you pause in your walking to reach in and search for your employee pass. The tiny copper fingers seize your glove, hold it, tear it, find a weak spot in the seam and break it open. You pull your hand back out of your pocket to the soundtrack of shredding fabric.

It’s bad; the way the thread had pulled had ripped the seam in both directions, leaving the entire side of your glove split apart and the metal of your prosthetic beneath it to shine in the overhead lighting of the subway platform. You grimace. Not wanting to endanger the remaining material any further, you peel it off.

You hope no one notices.

(You hope in vain.)

“Wow, cool!!”

A small child - maybe seven or eight years old - dashes in front of you with sparkling, excited eyes trained directly on your exposed metal arm, blocking your path to the employee door just as you start to try and move.

“I didn’t know they had a lady robot here, too!”

A lance of ice and clawing shame plunges itself between your ribs and straight into your lungs, knocking the breath from your lips. Suddenly you’re shaking, too aware of how loudly the exuberant child is being, of how crowded the platform actually is.

Heart rattling, you say nothing to the child as you attempt to step around him, to cross the last few yards to the employee door and the eyeless hallway beyond. Unperturbed, the child simply moves along with you, keeping pace, darting erratically from your side to practically under your feet and then back - and all the while his incessant questioning gets louder and louder, like he thinks you can’t hear him.

“Hey! Hey lady! You’re a robot, too, right? What kind are you? How come you don’t have fake skin like the other robots? Are you broken? Can I see your hand?” He nearly trips you when he gasps and stops close enough to your foot that he’s practically standing on your shoe. “Can I have cool robot parts, too?!”

You don’t mean to almost knock him down, you really don’t.

You don’t mean to slap his grasping fingers away as he reaches for your metal limbs, nor do you mean to bolt like a wild animal towards the employee door, abrupt enough to earn you the child’s (loud, loud, so loud!) cry of surprise and his nearby mother’s angry reprimand.

They couldn’t understand. No one ever has.

Because while it may have seemed like an innocent enough encounter on the surface, just like always, you can feel the eyes of everyone within earshot turning towards you, burning along your skin. Just like before. Just like always.

(You're so, so tired of being stared at, of being bombarded with questions, of being the focus of pity and fear and morbid curiosity.)

Without slowing down, you smack the pad beside the door with your ID, barely waiting for the latch to click and the light to flash green before yanking the door open with more force than flesh-and-blood limbs would ever have allowed.

You nearly sprint down the corridor, taking the turns through sheer muscle memory as your vision blackens at the edges, until a familiar (safe-safe-safe!) door comes into view just up ahead.

It’s empty when you enter, but that’s okay. You don’t think you want your friends to see you like this - you don’t want to tell them why.

You reach the far corner of the little room the Station Masters call their own and brace yourself against the wall. Shaking, you slide to the floor and try to get your breathing under control.

They’re ashamed that it takes them almost an hour to find you.

There hadn’t been cause for concern at first - they’d simply realized you’d never clocked out, which meant there might still be a chance to see you again before you left for the day. It had been a happy thought, one that had them eagerly sneaking away to go and look for you.

But you were nowhere to be found.

They’d checked everywhere they knew you’d had work to do that day, thinking that maybe a task had run longer than expected. Then, they’d checked the live camera feed to see if they could spot you that way. Still nothing. Thinking perhaps you’d simply forgotten to clock out and had already left for the evening - which would have been horribly unlike you - they’d resigned themselves to waiting until the morning to be graced with your presence.

And then they’d gone back to their storage room.

There, in the corner, tucked away where the camera’s eye didn’t quite reach, was you.

The Station Masters hover nearby, processors overloading with concern as they watch you, unresponsive, sitting hunched against the wall and staring at nothing with the remains of tear tracks still drying on your cheeks. Your gloves are clenched so tightly between your fists that the fabric looks on the verge of tearing as you hold it, twisted taught between your metal fingers. Dissociation, their automatic index tells them; trace indicators of sweat and adrenaline, their cursory scans conclude.

A quick bluetooth conversation is had between them, and they determine that no, they've never seen you like this before, this isn't normal.

They approach. You don't react.

(The twins wonder if this is what it feels like to wish they could cry.)

‘Should we contact medical assistance?’

‘I... don’t know.’

They look to one another, silently hoping their brother will have the answers they do not.

(Now that they know where you’ve gone, they search back through the security logs and follow your path in reverse, tailing you backwards until they see...

Oh.)

“Oh.”

You’re peripherally aware of the twins as they step in perfect unison to flank you, slowly kneeling at your sides until they no longer tower over your crumpled form. You want to move, want to respond when they call your name, let them know you can almost hear them - but your body refuses to cooperate.

Instead, you stare at the empty space between the far wall and the floor and try to collect enough pieces of yourself to find your way back towards their light.

“Darling?” one of them calls - it doesn’t matter which.

“Can you hear us?”

Barely, but yes. You can make out their words as though from some far-away shore, muffled and weak. It’s a comfort, regardless.

(You trust them, you think. More than you ever have another human being.)

Through foggy ears, you listen to them speak. They murmur, coax, gently plead, come back now, please, you're scaring us, are you alright? They tell you they saw what happened, how they’re sorry they weren’t there - but that’s silly, you want to tell them. It wasn’t their fault; there was nothing they could have done to circumvent what always, always happens.

(It doesn’t stop a tiny piece of your heart from wishing they had been there beside you, with kind words and protective stances.

Maybe then they wouldn’t have to see you as you are right now.)

There is movement.

Gently, so gently, the brothers lean into you. You can feel them pressing their arms against your own, the contact oddly warm from their internal functions. Your skin prickles at the touch - but pleasantly so, instead of the crawling bad that physical contact usually brings.

With deliberate, worshipful slowness, they each take one of your mechanical hands in their own, weaving their fingers together with yours, loosening your grip on your gloves until they can be safely pried from your grasp. One of them, maybe 3MM-ET, carefully lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, resting it there reverently. The other, probably 1NG0, lifts your other hand and gingerly uncurls your fingers so he can press your palm against his cheek.

Neither one of them speaks for a time. 3MM-ET brushes his lips over your prosthetic fingers repeatedly, ghosts of kisses he isn't wholly brave enough to properly give; 1NG0 closes his eyes and holds your hand to his face with both of his. He nuzzles into your touch, lips gliding across the heel of your palm but never pressing down.

"Beautiful," one of them whispers.

"Verrry beautiful," the other agrees.

You don’t know how long you all stay like that, with your heart gradually thawing with each and every word that spills from the speakers hidden in their throats. Their warmth and the weight of them grounds you, little by little pulling you back towards that distant shore. Your lungs work without you to fill with fresh air, replacing the stagnation that’s settled deep inside while you’d been lost to the void inside your own head.

The twins continue to murmur praises, reassurance, fondness, steadily growing into whispers of devotion in between the spaces of their spoken words. They adore you, they say, you're wonderful, so human and so alive and so very, verrry lovely; you don’t realize at first that they're talking about you.

It’s like a riptide when you do.

You gasp as you slam back into your body from that foggy mire inside your mind, the burn of a sharp inhale rivaling the way it feels like something’s finally been released inside your ribs. Freed, lanced like an ill-healed wound.

Out pours the blood and pain of years of bottled emotions, of facial expressions you trained yourself not to make, of the shards of at least one barrier you’ve held tall and strong for an age. And with it all there comes the pent-up toxins of the day, spilling out over your eyelashes in a new wave of tears, tracing down the paths left behind from before. It hurts. You’re glad it does.

You don't just sit there silently as you blink the saltwater from your eyes this time; instead, they pour like a swelling river over its banks, and you lean forward with the weight of them. A low, pitiful sound pools inside your mouth and slips past your teeth before you can stop it - a quiet, keening whine that breaks and stutters into a single sob.

Then another.

And then a third.

Your shoulders jerk as you start to drop, but before your body can fold itself in half, there are arms around you, gentle and firm, holding you steady.

Your hands are relinquished and the arms cross one another over your chest like a brace, their own hands coming to rest on your shoulders opposite where they each kneel. A second pair of arms wraps around your back just above your waist. The duo hold you upright, keep you from falling, pull you close in perfect equidistance between them; one rests his cheek on the crown of your bowed head, the other rests his chin in the dip of your shoulder.

You shake as you cry, letting out the long stretch of the day, your hitching breath the only sound you make through clenched teeth, and through it all they hold you. Even as five minutes turn to thirty and the tears finally ebb, and you can feel yourself slot back into place within reality, the arms encircling you stay, the murmurs continue, their presence remains.

They ask you if you're alright.

You simply nod your head.

With a glance at one another that holds another private conversation, you’re sure, the androids slowly shift, slowly stand. Their arms do not move, and you find yourself pulled along with them as they lift you from your spot on the floor and guide you to a battered old loveseat along the wall - something your grandfather must have brought in years and years ago.

In perfect unison they sit, bringing you to rest between them so close that their sides, their thighs, their shoulder all press against your own once more with comforting pressure.

"I should...go. Let you recharge," you say at last. You make no move to get up.

3MM-ET hums, thoughtful. He lets his arm slide from where it crosses your chest like a seatbelt and gingerly takes your hand. Warm, gloved fingers slip in alongside yours, soft leather against sleek and shining chrome, and 3MM-ET runs the sides of his fingers back and forth between your own like gently rolling waves. With each pass he gives a light squeeze so that you can feel the hidden ball joints of his knuckles. He delicately pinches your ring finger next, your middle, your index, twisting them ever-so-slightly as if examining them from different angles. Despite the strength you know his artificial body contains, his touch is never anything but kind.

(From anyone else, you might find it uncomfortable, invasive. But not from him. Not from them.)

"...You are gorgeous, you know?" he says in his usual soft monotone. His quietude belays the strange, awed tint to his words, the softening of his synthetic smile in a way you've never seen before.

From your other side, you can see 1NG0 slowly nodding from the corner of your eye. Like his brother, he, too, finally shifts his hand from your opposite shoulder and brings it down to cover your free one. He curls his fingers around the metal plates that make up your knuckles, cradling them like something invaluable. The pad of his thumb brushes over the hinge of your own, back and forth, back and forth.

"Gorgeous," he says in agreement, uncharacteristically quiet. "And perfect."

You scoff, wet and choked. "I'm not--"

But 1NG0 raises faintly glowing optics to meet your gaze and your protest dies behind your tongue at the sight of something raw behind his eyes.

"You are human," 3MM-ET says beside you. "Something we will never be."

You turn away from 1NG0 then, and twist your neck to look at his brother with furrowed brows. But 3MM-ET’s smile is achingly fond and he shakes his head before you can speak. "It is the truth," he states simply. "We are not human." He shrugs - and it's such a distinctly human gesture, one that you know can be programmed or learned through behavioral study, but usually never properly applied in subtle ways. Here, it is subtle, and for a moment you forget which of you three is made of wires and which is made of flesh.

But 3MM-ET isn’t done. He turns your hand over in his grasp and runs his thumb down the inorganic lines of your palm. His gaze lowers to watch it, as though he’s unable to meet your eyes. “...But you treat us as though we are.”

1NG0 shifts, leans forward to study you in profile. “We are flawed in mechanical ways,” he says, voice still soft and tender and warm. “You are flawed in human ways. We can be programmed to emulate human flaws, but it’s nothing more than an illusion, a lie of perfection. Or of imperfection. Whatever the one writing our code wants us to be.”

The arms still curled around your waist squeeze you in gentle, almost nervous tandem as both the androids hug you close.

3MM-ET’s thumb changes direction on your palm, circling counter clockwise. “We are aware of this.” His fingers tighten almost imperceptibly, but it’s still enough for the sensors in your metal hand to detect. “Of our artificiality. Sometimes we forget, but not for very long.”

Your mouth twitches at his admission, not a frown but almost; he just shakes his head.

“You do not get it; you make us feel human. You. With you it is not forgetting, it is like we always were.”

On your other side, 1NG0 hums. “You have never indicated that you see us as things; you do not treat us as lesser in any way, when by nature of our inhumanity someone else might. Where another might see our personalities as faults, and our faults as something to be rectified, you treat them as though they are normal.”

3MM-ET nods. “As though we are human.”

1NG0 nods as well. His hand on yours twists, aligning his palm with the back of your hand. He threads his fingers together with yours. “Your humanity is what makes you perfect,” he explains. “You simply exist as you are, flaws and all.”

The arms encircling you slowly slide from your waist, gloved hands brushing along your back and sides until they fall away. 1NG0 brings a hand up to trace the back of a knuckle just under your eyes; when he pulls back again, there is a single droplet of moisture left on his glove.

(You didn’t know you still had tears left to shed.)

3MM-ET’s hand alights on your shoulder. He trials his fingertips reverently downward, tracing the seam where your skin meets metal - and even further down. He stops at your elbow, gently cupping it, and lifts your arm until it straightens out. The thumb that once drew patterns across your palm now carefully uncurls your fingers, and he adjusts his hold until your forearm rests across his own. Slowly, like he’s terrified you’ll pull away, 3MM-ET lowers his head and lifts your arm higher to meet in the middle.

Soft and whisper-light, he touches silicone lips to the ball joint of your wrist.

Your breath catches in your throat; this is all too much. You don’t know what to do with this tenderness, this gentleness, when all you’ve known for years is how to build your walls higher and higher to avoid the leering gaze of others. You cannot fathom, no matter your grandfather’s skill at breathing artificial life into cold copper and warm circuits, how these two (objectively inhuman) beings can show more humanity than members of your own kind.

And how they, technically perfect in their artificiality, can consider you the perfect one - because of and not in spite of, your failings.

Your mechanical fingers curl, unconsciously trying to capture 3MM-ET’s hand once more.

The brush of leather against your face pulls your attention back to 1NG0, back to a luminous silver gaze that meets your own and somehow softens as if you’d hung the moon and stars. He rolls his hand so that his palm cradles your cheek, and with his other he tugs at your fingers until he’s pressed your hand to where his core sits beneath his chest plate, holding it there like he’ll die if he lets go.

There is no need for him to breathe, no real heart that needs to beat, but you can feel the impersonations of them under your hand; the rise and fall of his chest in simulation of breathing, the faint thrum of the pump that forces hydrolic fluid through his internal structure. Even with your prosthetic, you can feel him.

“These are not flaws,” 1NG0 whispers, stroking your mechanical hand with his thumb. “They are simply a part of you.”

You feel the tickle of 3MM-ET’s lips against your wrist as he picks up where his brother leaves off, unwilling to remove his almost-kiss from your arm even as he speaks. “Therefore,” he murmurs, “these are perfect, too.”

You’d thought yourself dam-less, the cracks in your walls now laid bare as the banked-up river of emotions runs dry inside your soul. But as you look from one conductor to the other - one with his lips held to your wrist and his twin with your hand clutched to his core - you feel the tide come in anew.

1NG0 swipes at the trickle of tears gliding freely from your eyes, though his gentle touch does nothing to stem their flow. You shake your head to dislodge his hand.

Before either of them can react, you’re pulling back, tugging your appendages from their respective holds and reaching blindly out to grasp at their shoulders. You manage to find one of them through your blurry vision, 3MM-ET, and yank him to you. He lets you bury your face in the crook of his neck and rests his cheek against your temple.

Your free hand fumbles to find 1NG0 on your other side, but now that he can guess what you want, he puts himself in your path; you fist your fingers into his coat and pull him close until he’s pressed against your side with his forehead alighting just below your ear at the hing of your jaw. He ghosts his lips against the skin of your jawline and wraps both of his arms securely around your waist.

3MM-ET’s arms follow suit, coming to rest above his brother’s, as one of your own slips around his side to cling desperately at the back of his coat. You wriggle your other arm until it’s actually under the one 1NG0 has around your front and reach up to dig your fingers into his sleeve, hanging on like you’re afraid you’ll be washed away without him there to ground you.

The last dregs of overwhelming emotion wring from your exhausted heart as you allow yourself to be held and to hold in return - for once finding a hand extended in the dark behind your walls. You make no noise as you cry this time; there is only the sound of your breathing and the whispered words of two voices in your ear, telling you how glad they are to know you.

You’ve never felt more human.

#*bashes head on the desk*#THIS THING JUST KEPT GOING OH MY GODSSSSSS #this is how you know I am thoroughly in the soup #eikin what have you done to me #robosubmas #submas x reader #cw panic attack #spark writes

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nekumiho · 5 months

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psa to any submas fans who like buying on rebubble, please make sure the shop you are buying from is the actual owner of the art and not someone reuploading stolen art, because i'm going down a reporting rabbit hole of accounts uploading stolen train guys art and god there is so much.

notable examples i have seen of this is my (old, gross) art being stolen by the redbubble user lel3rm4rto, and nozukat's art being stolen by the redbubble user osc4r0reido. (links lead to the original art, and the report pages for the stolen art. i picked "other" and linked to the original pieces, mentioning that it was stolen and adding some of the additional details noted below). but i'm sure there are undoubtedly others, and i'm pretty sure all art from both accounts is stolen, i just sadly don't know the sources of the other stolen art (please feel free to add onto this with more sources if you know them)

an easy way to spot these profiles with nothing but stolen art so far seems to be the presence of this profile description "I like supporting my followers buying their products. Welcome to my RedBubble store! I offer a range of high-quality products and designs in various styles. My designs are created with passion and attention to detail. Whether you’re looking for a special gift for a loved one or just something to brighten up your own space, I’ve got you covered. Thanks for visiting and happy shopping!" both of the profiles i saw were being listed as located in Tehuacán, Mexico, are following 0 people, have only stolen submas art listed as designs, and have stolen submas art as their shop icons as well.

godspeed, fellow train guy likers

#like i know its fucking redbubble and this is a continuous issue and has been for 800 years but ugh be careful at least please #psa #uuuu idk if i should put this in the actual tag or not????#tysm gilly for leading me down this rabbit hole lol #i only knew nozukats by pure chance bc i literally follow them and have BOUGHT that design hfskjfhj ugh

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Hii I'm new here! I saw that your reqs are open and I was just reading some of you headcanons and they are great!!! I was wondering if you have headcanons for Morpheus cause I love Sandman hahaha if not than that's okay. Have a beautiful and lovely day😊

omg my beloved morpheus?? my love??? absolutely anon you don’t know how fast I typed this up

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smells like old books and roses and a good nights sleep

his eyes are endlessly stunning

favorite color is dark green?? maybe. i’m not sure he has one

gives off wet cat vibes™

i bet he can appreciate a cloudy day

probs squints in the sun

VERY intimidating. wtf are you supposed to do when the anthropomorphic personification of dreams and nightmares comes knocking?

doesnt have a preference for music. he likes it all

favorite sibling is Death (obviously)

he probably smells like lavender too

secretly misses a simpler time

wishes that he could connect better with other people

a SUCKER for a good bubble bath

have a whole day dedicated to him and he’ll never forget it

also has really good memory? literally how

ideal evening is sitting in front of a fireplace on colder nights

pls sit with him

doesn’t know how to cook

can and will burn down the palace accidentally

does know how to ice skate actually

loves his ravens so so much (but he’ll never say so out loud)

such a creative person & loves any form of art

loves any form of dessert but especially loves chocolate

has an eye for color

sucker for architecture (have you SEEN his palace/castle thing??)

goes on walks in the Dreaming just for the hell of it

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Thunderbolt

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The developing stage of a thunderstorm is marked by a cumulus cloud that is being pushed upward by a rising column of air (updraft). The cumulus cloud soon looks like a tower (called towering cumulus) as the updraft continues to develop. (source)

(or, you meet a stranger during a storm.)

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It was not a beautiful day when you first met him.

The sky was painted a riveting mosaic of white and grey, and a cold breeze swept across the field, tussling the grasses and the trees of the meadow.

It nipped at your cheeks, delivering with it the promise of a storm.

Thunder curled on the horizon, and lightning flickered through the clouds. Slowly, steadily, it began to rain.

A small pavilion sits in the middle of the field, and quickly you take shelter under it, too enthralled by the forces of nature to even think about returning home.

You sit on one of the old wooden picnic tables, closing your eyes as the storm continues.

The sound of footsteps causes you open your eyes. Not many people come over here, especially not during rain.

A man, much taller than the people you’re used to seeing in the town, towers over you. So much so that you can’t really see his eyes.

He motions to the bench beside you, and it takes a moment for you to register what he’s silently inquiring.

“Oh! Yes, you can sit there.”

He nods, and you take note of his appearance. Red hair covers part of his face, and based on what he’s wearing, he most certainly isn’t from around here.

How interesting.

You both sit there in silence, listening to the heartbeat of the storm.

“I’ve always loved the rain,” You begin, noting the way the strange man tilts his head, not quite looking at you. “Even though Mama would pitch a fit every time I came home sopping wet, I’ve always found thunderstorms to be-“ A particularly loud crash of thunder echoes through the sky, as if on cue. “-fascinating.”

You lean forwards, jumping off the table. The sound of the thunder and the rain, the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, faster, faster- it creates a most chaotic symphony, and makes your heart thrum to its tune.

Twenty minutes go by (or was it an hour? a day?) and both you and the stranger sit there, admiring the roar of the storm.

The thunder seems to dull, leaving for another town.

You ought to go back to your home, but not before saying goodbye to this odd accomplice.

“It was nice talking to you. Maybe I’ll see you again when the next storm rolls around?”

Thor nods, silently observing the way you smile at the gesture and how you seem to bathe in the afterglow of the storm.

Then you walk away, plucking at some flowers as you go, oblivious to the golden eyes watching as you leave.

Unaware of the two birds now perched on a nearby branch.

“Oh! Oh! Thor’s found an interesting human!”

“Ho! Ho! What strange news!”

The ravens cackle to each other, though are quickly silenced by a harsh clap of thunder as Thor’s even harsher glare turns to them. They fly off, probably to sit on his father’s shoulders.

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Hi, I’m obsessed with your Morpheus content and I was wondering if you could do something angsty where they argue? If you’re comfortable with it ❤️

omg anon?? i love you <3 je t’aime

also what POV do you guys like best? second person? First? pls tell me i’m never sure which one to go with

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A strange book caught my eye as I meandered through the library. I grabbed at the reddish-orange cover, pulling it into my hands. I flip to the first page.

“Try as he might, the god cannot love the mortal in his entirety. He burns far too bright, too endlessly - and no mortal can withstand that intensity. So the god becomes so dreadfully alone - as there is no one who can return his love in the way he needs.”

I remembered then that I was meant to meet with Morpheus in Fiddler’s Green. He had asked me - quite formally, might I add - to meet him there so that we might talk, as friends do.

I won’t tell you how my heart leapt. I’m sure you already know it.

I rushed over quickly, hoping I wasn’t late. The grassy path led me to my favorite spot in all of the Dreaming - the pond.

Waterfalls cascaded down, splashing delightfully with the water below. Birds and butterflies and bees flew and fluttered, buzzed and sang.

It felt like home, almost.

And just the thought of this being home made my heart sing. Though, not as much as the prospect of him wanting to talk to me did.

But as I looked around, peering through the shades of green and brown, I saw no Morpheus.

Maybe I was early?

I’ve got all the time in the world. Might as well wait for him.

I sit down in shade, just watching the world go by. The grass below me was soft, tickling my legs not unlike how it would in the real world. A white tulip sprang up from the ground, alerting me that Fiddler’s Green himself as coming to me.

And there he was, walking from the woods. He dipped his head in greeting as he sat beside me.

“Hello, dreamer,” he said, tone like the gentle waterfall near us. “What brings you to my meadow today?”

“Hello Fiddler's Green,” I said, a small grin appearing on my lips. “It’s nice to see you. Dream asked me here today. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”

His brow furrowed in concentration.

“No,” he said with an unsure tone. “No, he never mentioned anything like that today. Perhaps he forgot to tell me?”

It was an easy excuse. Both of us knew that Morpheus never forgot these sorts of things: he always remembered everything, as any Endless would. So it was rather strange to hear Fiddler's Green talk about him in such a manner. It was …strange.

"The god loves so fiercely, burns so brightly. And like the sands of time, he will fall in love over and over.

He doesn't like to think about it. So instead, he chooses to forget."

Birds still chirped and bees still buzzed. Butterflies flew and waterfalls - well, they fell. The world continued on even though my heart was racing.

“He has been rather busy recently,” said the man beside me. “Maybe it’s just the busyness of it all.” We simmer in silence for a moment before-

"No matter,” he says, cheering up. His demeanor instantly shifts. “We can have plenty of fun together - even without Dream.”

Despite his offer, I respectfully declined. I wanted to know what Morpheus was doing and why he stood me up.

He nodded his agreement but warned me: "Be careful: My lord tends to get antagonistic when stressed."

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hello how are you?, could you imagine where the reader and morpheus discuss something in the dream and morpheus says something hurtful to the reader and spelling a lot like "" you are a mortal human and need to know your place ",

but regrets it, but s / o decides to spend time in the wake neglecting her health without resting not wanting to meet with that king, she is really human and knows her place now. Thanks (the ending can be sad, happy or with continuation, you decide 🤗)

anon. anon look at me. i love you anon. do you understand anon? do you know this fact? i love you anon. i love you.

something short and not sweet for you <333 idk what is wrong with me but i CANNOT write fluff rn its so strange

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Lucienne waited for your return. Despite her professional demeanor, she cared deeply for those she considered close. Including you.

It had been an awful fight, she remembered, between you and her master.

“-But if we were to do this, we could-“

“There is no we in this situation. Do not assume you are part of this.” Dream’s voice was cut you off, also cutting off any argument.

Lucienne stood to the side, unsure of how to diffuse the situation. How to lessen the tension, how to make it better-

It happened in slow motion.

“Fine. You should do this to-“

Similar to how a cat would, his eyes darkened and he spat, “You will not make demands of me. You are a mere mortal human,” He took a breath, face twisting into a sneer. “And you need to know your place.”

You turned and fled the room.

You hadn’t come back since. It had been two days.

Lucienne, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, was getting worried. You were, after all, a mortal human - you needed to sleep. You needed to dream.

Morpheus noticed your absence. And when he questioned Lucienne, she replied solemnly, “They haven’t been back since…then.”

She eyed Morpheus warily as she said that, as though just the suggestion of the argument would set him off again.

It did, but not in the way anyone would think.

“I see.” He hummed, eyes brimming with thought. Were you so apprehensive of meeting him again that you’d damage your own health?

Were you so afraid of him that-

Oh. You were scared of him.

How could he fix this?

And somewhere, Desire snickers, their twin sister right beside them.

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requests and asks are open! (especially for snv!!)

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My #1 post of 2022

An overprotective brother vs. the apple of Poseidon’s eye - who will win?

tw: violence & accusations against reader, if its not ur thing dont read this one

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Humans were jealous creatures. Always wanting just the tiniest bit more. And very easily, they can become dangerous creatures.

And what are humans if not created in the gods’ image?

Life in the castle was busy on this chilly autumn morning. People hurried back and forth, bringing with them both endless chatter and preparations for an important meeting - hosted by Lord Poseidon, of course, alongside his s/o.

Servants brought in a large table with many chairs, while others busied themselves with the tablecloth and the proper folding of napkins. Some began to organize the royal blue flowers into vases, setting vases in the center of the table in a symmetrical fashion.

It was about an hour until Adamas and his generals would arrive, and already you were made to get ready. After twenty minutes of playful bickering between you and your servants on the proper color of your outfit, you were finally ready.

Of course, you looked stunning.

Standing beside Poseidon, you prepared to receive your guests.

He squeezed your hand- the only indication that he was responsive to your nervousness. No one else could tell, but the affection in his eyes told you everything.

He loved you.

Your attention was drawn by the arrival of your in-law Adamas.

You don’t miss the expression on Adamas’ face as he is brought inside.

Jealousy.

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“I’m taking a break, darling.” You whisper to Poseidon. Social events were exhausting after a while.

He nods, and a quiet understanding of come back quick was exchanged.

You were one room over from where the meeting was taking place, standing near a window. The stars painted the sky in a such a beautiful manner…it was entrancing. Everything else seemed to be drowned out, if only for a moment.

The sound of footsteps brings you out of your staring.

“He actually looks at you,” The scorn in his voice was obvious. “And he only met you three years ago.”

Adamas steps out of the dark, eyes glinting with a malice that made you shiver.

“Yet I’m his older brother, and he hasn’t looked at me once. Not a single time”

He stopped, now standing much closer than before.

”At first, I wondered what was so special about you. And then I realized that there wasn’t. You must have put some sort of spell on him, played with his mind- to manipulate him into loving you. Because why else would he act like this with someone like you?”

In the blink of an eye, his face twisted into something akin to rage, and he raises you up by the neck. Almost immediately you start clawing at him.

“Did you think no one would notice? Did you think I wouldn’t see what you did to my baby brother?” You struggle to breathe, and every second that passes that you don’t answer he gets angrier.

“Answer me!”

He drops you to the floor, scoffing. His teeth are bared as he hisses out, “You can’t even fight back.”

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TLDR; Unova is not the entire continental United States. It would've been urbanized long before the Old West was a thing.

"Unova is the fifth main series region and is the setting of Pokémon Black and White and Pokémon Black and White Versions 2. Unlike the previous regions, which were based on different islands around Japan, Unova was based on an area that spans 2 American States, New York and New Jersey. This land is distant from all other currently known regions and thus has different Pokémon. Also because of this, the Route numbers restart at 1. For those who have not been playing the other games, this fact can be confusing. It has an incredibly varied landscape; with two mountain ranges, woodland areas, marshes and a desert spread across its islands. The map of Unova has nineteen major settlements, thirty-one places of interest and twenty-three routes marked on it." (source)

"The Unova region (Japanese: イッシュ地方 Isshu region) is a region of the Pokémon world. It is the setting of Pokémon Black and White and Pokémon Black 2 and White 2. It was the fifth core series region to be introduced.

Unova is far away from the four other large regions, and the Pokémon which inhabit Unova are diverse and different from those of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh. In his director's column, Junichi Masuda suggested that the geographical and social background for Unova draws inspiration from the New York City metropolitan area.[1][2] Although it is geographically based on New York City, it draws inspiration for its landmarks from the entire state of New York, which features a mixture of rural locations and urban areas as well as factory towns and industrial complexes." (source)

#please #I love old west submas as much as the next person #but they are not in Unova #Unova is in the eastern part of the U.S.#at most it covers like 3 states #the U.S. is so big #making the entire continental U.S one region would be a bad plan #they didn't even make all of Japan one region #nothing west of the mississippi is part of Unova #i dunno what it is #bc game freak/pokemon company/nintendo hasn't told us yet #but it's not Unova #so if y'all wanna do submas in the old west #please put them in the west #bc unova is in the east and thus by definition cannot be old west #old west only refers to the western united states in the context of cowboys and homesteading

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This is a very and most important question.....

How does one draw such magnificent eyelashes on characters like yours!? Plz teach us your ways, oh glorious one!!

I'm flattered by the wording of this request, oh my dear anon, but- I have absolutely no idea how to make a tutorial about that :,> All I can say is to first approach them as if it was just make-up, to have an easier time finding the shape, and then treat them as if they were 3D bits. Also go absolutely H A M.. responsibly-

If the eyes are the window to the soul then eyelashes are the curtains- which means they are great to change the feeling of a certain character!

(Under the cut there are a few of my reasonings for certain of my "eyelashes' choices"- it's the best way I could explain my process with them whoop,,)

Warden!Ingo His eyes in game look tired yet haunted- to keep that feeling I didn't want to put too much weight on the upper-lid, so I added a white/empty streak on top for a lighter yet "droopy" feel. The weight is mostly on the lower-lid for the "tired but hasn't slept in days" look. The lil' triangle shape is just a nod to the black and white triangles the submas twins are usually represented by-! (Emmet has a smaller one, can't show it since his eyes are always covered in all my serious art of him;;)

Sayu She is an adorable mermaid who is sweet and upbeat- so I keep her lashes lighter/empty to let them have a more open eye. The rounded bits are meant to recall bubbles, both for her bubbly personality and for well.. the sea. The longer lash is meant to be a nod to the Anglerfish' light- mostly because of their last phase where she turns into a deep-sea version of themself.

Piers (never posted them but I did sketch him a few times,,) His eyes look tired even when he widens them, plus in-game he has them "panda eye" lids-.. I'll be real here, his actual eyelashes are the darkest bit of that whole thing, the rest is make-up. I thought it'd fit him more as the goth gym leader and elder bro he is, he is the type for dramatic make-up but not dramatic eyelashes. (this is why I put him here, he is an example of "go ham but responsibly" ahah). I still tried to have it looking weirdly soft- to fit his laid back person. Mettaton Ex An absolute robot diva, he absolutely needed that drop-dead stare!- I also tried to bring in a bit of the retro-manga heavy upper lash and lower sharp little lashes (well in this case "lash"). The lid is a contrast to the sharp eyelashes, it's softer- I wanted to call back to when he was still a shy ghost because his transition is very important to me <3

Pure!Lance (may you rip in the wip folder;;) (SPOILERS for the Balan Wonderworld Novel) This is where I went H A M. I wanted them to feel like an angel just seconds before falling. Eyelashes become wings which are losing their feathers, the lower lashes looking like tears. They're elegant but big, heavy, they cloud their vision just how his mind was clouded by love, desire to help. This is me going all out with poetic liberties and saying "ciao-ciao" to any realism ahah.

Rouxls Goop. I wanted him to have goop/gelatine eyelashes. White to match their hair and I just imagine them wobbling around whenever he moves. No thoughts, just gelatine eyelashes. The white though makes them both heavy and light- permitting a wider range of emotions. Perfect for that "GODDAMMIT" of theirs. Human!Neon An old eye, I know it isn't that realistic but I wanted him to have overgrown eyelashes. Soft yet heavy, with a hint of eccentric, a tired yet lively captain first of an army and now of a boyband. The fluffy lashes slightly cover his vision but he doesn't care much, is not like he has the same good eye he had when younger.. or a whole ass radar on the other- yeah must be because of one of the two ahah.

Human!DJSS A rare example from me of less is more. They already have a lot going on with both their eyes and skin, so a lighter approach is needed to not over do their face. I went with a lash that mixes with the lid, almost looking like make-up. It's simple but still striking.

Frisk I headcanon them as blind, since their sprite looks like they have perpetually closed eyes. The overgrown/fluffy lashes come back once again! Same reasoning of Neon though- for me it gives a feeling of eyes that aren't used much. Also children are often represented with very visible lashes, so I guess it's also an exaggeration of that. Sweetheart (rip in the wip folder- but not in peace <3) Adorable at first glance, manipulative and blood/attention thirsty in reality- yeah I'd say it matches certain carnivorous flowers. I wanted her lashes to resemble petals and pistils (the type certain plants use to lure in insects to eat). They're quite heavy on top both to have THAT look (you know- the smug? Yeah) and also to be able to pull off a more "innocent" look if needed. The heart is just to tie in her design and name.

#the cloud can speak oh boi #doodle #long post (if you open the read more)#who knew I could manage to info dump about lashes?#I don't even know if it's helpful but it was fun remembering all of my thought process just for eyelashes ahah

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I’m at the end of my first-ever Omega Ruby run, and I’ve honestly had a great time getting to know Hoenn. I just have to evolve some Pokemon and catch the Regis and Deoxys before I move along (I’m waiting to trade with folks to finish the Dex properly, but I can do that at any point), but I think it’s worth doing a retrospective on the characters and Pokemon I met along the way.

As a region, Hoenn is unique in that it has a LOT of water routes. You spend a large portion of the second half of the game traveling via Surf. The Azumarill in my party, Pikablue, ended the game knowing Waterfall, Surf, and Dive (it also carries Play Rough), and it was one of the most crucial members of my party for transport purposes.

When I won the Hoenn League, the team May (named ‘Hatshepsut’ in my playthrough because we love cool historical figures in this house) had with her was her evolved starter, a Blaziken named Cluck You, along with Pikablue the Azumarill, Pangaea the Groudon, Charles II the Shiftry, Friendo the Latios, and the team anchor, Bastet the overleveled Skitty. I beat Steven because Bastet dodged a Zen Headbutt from Metagross and gave me the time I needed to revive both Blaziken and Groudon in the back, and their fire moves handled the rest. Bastet went on to become the first party member to reach level 100, way ahead of everyone else. She was absolutely incredible and I love her. Her final moveset: Heal Bell (surprisingly useful, especially in Doubles), Thunder, Ice Beam, and Play Rough. She’s a Dragon Slayer.

As soon as I got my hands on the Eon Flute I started running around to check every Mirage location that came up in the hopes that it would be a Mirage Cave. I knew that was where Tynamo was, and I needed Eelektross to complete the Submas team I was building (the other nine members are in SwSh at the moment; Eelektross will hopefully someday join them). On November 30th, my persistence paid off, and I went and caught three Tynamos so I could have the entire evolutionary line in my National Dex in Pokemon HOME. As it turns out, Eelektross still hasn’t been added to HOME because Third Rail has become a vital member of my party in postgame and I love him and he loves me. (I’m just Emmet, really.) The Eon Flute is also really nice in that using it allows you to literally fly in real time over the entire region, and I prefer doing that to using Fly because it’s just so aesthetically nice. Friendo just swoops down and picks me up, and we have a nice time exploring together. It’s especially pretty at night when everything is all lit up. It’s a lovely little feature exclusive to Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire, and it’s so great.

Character-wise, Hoenn has produced some notables. Magma and Aqua are two of the most beloved villain teams in the entire franchise, and the reboots gave them so much more personality and gave the leaders and admins some excellent updated designs. (Years ago, when the remakes were first released, my dash was filled to the brim with Hardenshipping.) I had OR, so I had Magma to contend with, and one of the single most entertaining things in the entire game is Maxie’s losing animation. It’s perfect, it suits his character so well, and it’s just really funny. Also, shout-out to the Team Magma grunt that I met in the Extremely Obvious Hideout who told me how proud he was of kicking his soda habit whilst standing next to the vending machines. I love that guy. In terms of reformation, Magma and Aqua come around very easily when they realize that they’ve had a very bad idea - they ultimately were well-intentioned but made a really horrible mistake and set out to set things right (with the player’s help, of course). It ultimately makes both teams very likeable.

In terms of other characters, not every Gym Leader from Hoenn is a complete standout, but a few are very, very popular. Flannery is a perfect time capsule of 2003 fashion and I love that so much, and I don’t think I need to say much about Wallace. He’s just Wallace. He’s so freaking entertaining. Steven is also a very popular Champion, and he plays a pretty big role in the plot, so you see a lot of him throughout the game. (He and Wallace are also a very popular ship, with Originshipping - named for the Cave of Origin which Wallace has to grant you access to - actually being referenced in Pokemon Masters on, of all days, Valentine’s Day. Make of this what you will, but I’m here for it.) The Gym Leaders all received redesigns as well, with a lot of them benefiting greatly from it - I like Roxanne’s new school uniform so much better than her old one, for example, and once again, Wallace outshines everyone with an ensemble that would go wonderfully at the Coney Island Mermaid Parade. I wish we got to know the Gym Leaders a bit more as people, because they don’t get to stand out as characters as much. Galar actually did this very well by allowing us a lot of interactions with the Leaders outside the Gyms and as teammates and rivals in the Galarian Star Tournament. A big part of the reason Wallace is so popular as a Gym Leader here is that you see him outside the Gym multiple times and can even compete with him in Contests. You get to know him as a person more and not just as the eighth Gym Leader, and it makes him a much more interesting character.

In short, here’s how the League stacks up for me:

Roxanne: Benefited massively from her character redesign, which gives her a lot more personality. Would like to see her and Steven interact since they’re apparently friends, which I imagine revolves around going out and licking rocks together or whatever geologists do with their geologist friends.

Brawly: He still isn’t very distinct. He’s a surfer who trains Fighting-types, which is a bit of a subversion since you’d expect Water-types from someone like that, but nothing about him really pops for me.

Wattson: Gives off Grandpa Vibes. Wattson actually gets a lot of expository development via his work on New Mauville and Sea Mauville, where you find out he halted the projects to protect the Pokemon ecosystems in both locations. A lot of employees were angry about this and he was even investigated briefly for stopping the projects, even being called a traitor to the company (which appeared to overwork its employees and prevent them from unionizing), but it was apparently evidently clear that he did things out of environmental concerns, and the employees were able to find work on other projects elsewhere. This actually slots nicely into the themes of the game involving environmentalism and how to ensure the livelihoods of people and nature both.

Flannery: Time capsule from 2003! I was, of course, around in 2003 (I turned 14), and Flannery was at the peak of fashion back then. Flares were in, and I miss that trend so much. For that alone, she’s one of my favorite Gym Leaders in this generation, but I also appreciate that she’s shown trying to find her footing and figure out who she is instead of pretending to be someone else. There’s a certain performative aspect to being a Gym Leader, but it needs to come naturally from them and be an extension of their own personality, not be artificial. I would, however, love to know who her grandfather is. It’s still never been confirmed. (As a side note, a lot of people headcanon her to be Kabu’s niece, since he’s from Hoenn, which is cute.)

Norman: A Dad. More specifically, the player character’s dad. There’s really nothing that stands out about him except for that damn Slaking, which gives a lot of people trouble. I did, however, appreciate the conversation he had with Wally’s father as Wally and the player character departed together, because I’m actually pretty close to my own father (who I’m very similar to in many aspects). I’m 31 years old and I still get emotional every time my parents tell me they’re proud of me. Notably, Norman is the only player character father we have ever seen in Pokemon, though, which is odd.

Winona: In-game, she doesn’t feel like she has much of a personality, although she goes off on aesthetics pretty well. It just weirds me out that that’s her hair coming out from under the helmet and not wings attached to it. She could have been really cool but she gets the short end of the development stick.

Tate and Liza: The two of them intentionally playing up the ‘weird twins’ angle by completing each other’s sentences actually comes across really cutely because they’re kids. You can also run into them in the Lilycove Department Store being children and buying toys, a good reminder that they’re still very young and evidently very skilled for their ages. Battle-wise, my Azumarill knew Surf by this point so I ended things quickly because I’m into Doubles as it is and like using spread moves when I can.

Wallace: I’ve discussed him a lot above, so I don’t need to say much else, but he really is the most notable Gym Leader in the region, and not just because he’s the last one you face. He has a lot of personality and development, you meet him outside the Gym several times, his niece Lisia is also out and about in the game and the family resemblance is notable, and you find an old magazine in Sea Mauville featuring a woman on the cover who looks like Lisia - likely Wallace’s older sister, Lisia’s mother. The entire family gets more development than a lot of the other Gym Leaders in this region.

Sidney: The first member of the Elite Four you face...I’d actually like to know more about him. He seems like an interesting person, and I personally enjoy Dark-types myself so I always appreciate seeing Dark-type users not being portrayed as evil. His upbeat nature is nice, and it’s a pleasant surprise to run into him at the Battle Resort, even if he was only there to track down Steven.

Phoebe: I love how much her appearance contrasts with her Pokemon typing. She’s a Ghost-type trainer and you’d never guess that from her outfit! Her grandmother is the old woman on Mt. Pyre, which is why Phoebe has an affinity for Ghost-Types, and I’d love to see more interactions involving them together. You can run into Phoebe on Mt. Pyre after you beat the League and talk to her briefly - she was likely visiting her grandmother - but sadly she doesn’t get much development outside of that.

Glacia: An Ice-type trainer who we learn next to nothing about. Glacia is mentioned outside of the context of the Elite Four by an NPC in the Mauville Food Court who says she was slurping down ramen so intensely that she broke a sweat, but that’s all we know about her aside from that she’s originally from a different region, and she tells us that herself. Not very memorable.

Drake: Yet another Dragon trainer late in the game, and not one of the more notable ones. Lance and Clair are remembered for being cousins and for being the first Dragon trainers you really come across in the series, and later Dragon-type trainers like Iris (who becomes Champion of Unova in B2W2) and Raihan are carried by their personalities and distinct looks. Drake is just an old sea captain with Dragon-types, and he doesn’t really jump out at me much either.

Steven: A major player in the plot - one of the most active Champions we’ve had in the franchise - and a perpetually popular character. I never minded running into Steven out and about in Hoenn, even if it meant I’d have to listen to an infodump about rocks, and his Champion battle was actually fairly difficult for the team I brought in despite having two team members with Fire-type attacks to handle the Steel. As I mentioned above, it was my Skitty that made the decisive dodge to allow me to bring in the team member I needed to deliver the final blow, meaning this is now the second time in my life I’ve beaten the Champion with an unevolved house cat. (Rick Pratt the Purrloin is a vital member of my beloved Young Ones Galar Championship Team.) Overall, Steven’s a very likeable Champion, and I did enjoy the little detail of the rocks on display in his home - he has them labeled so you can see where he found them, and they’re from every region featured in the games up to that point.

Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire also have the Delta Episode, which features Rayquaza (which you’re forced to catch) and a character named Zinnia, who isn’t in RSE at all and is new to ORAS. Besides being named after my favorite flower, Zinnia’s personality is actually very interesting because although she comes across as cheery it’s clear she feels the weight of a massive responsibility and that the cheeriness is covering a lot of pain. Her Whismur named Aster is evidently named after someone important to her who is no longer around, and it’s never revealed in-game who the original Aster was. Whoever Aster was, though, Zinnia misses her deeply. In a 2015 interview, Ohmori Shigeru stated that the original Aster was the person who held the position of Lorekeeper before Zinnia, but we don’t know anything more than that - a shame, really, because that makes for some interesting backstory.

Overall, I had a lovely time in Hoenn, and I’ll be moving on to Kalos in the next few weeks once I finish up this Dex business first. I just wish I got to get to know so many of the characters I’ve met a little better, but I adore the team I put together and I’m super proud of them and all they’ve accomplished.

#Pokemon #Omega Ruby #ORAS #Hoenn #Hoenn Retrospective

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