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callimara · 9 months

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The Aegis & Spellbook

An ancient spellbook written by The First Keeper. He spent his life collecting the Aegis from all corners of the world to seal them away in this book. It contains detailed information on each Aegis, their Sentinels, history, as well as powerful spells capable of commanding them. Thus, the wielder of this spellbook has compulsion over all Aegis. To prevent this book (along with the sealed Aegis) from falling into the wrong hands, it was hidden in a concealed crypt; enshrined with The First Keeper himself. The Aegis and their stories were soon forgotten and lost to time.

Songbird Aegis

A hair comb embedded by a splendid rainbow opal. It is inhabited by Wren, the Sentinel of Emotion. He is represented by the songbird, creatures known for their melodious calls, capable of affecting the psyche of any living creature. With their songs, they evoke joy and hope, or even sorrow and alarm. They sing to form connection and they fill their environment with life. After all, it is said that the experience of emotion is how one can truly be alive. To express emotion and to evoke them in others is the power of the Songbird Aegis. Thus, it is no wonder that those chosen as Wren’s vessels are those in the arts. Individuals who evoke emotion through their craft: artists, writers, musicians, and actors. Creative spirits who are highly in tune with their feelings and the feelings of others. However, this has not always resulted in a noble outcome. Some have used this aegis to spread dangerous feelings and ideas, creating in discord and disunity within communities for generations. The Songbird Aegis grants its wielders a power called Siren Song: a vocal compulsion that fills those within hearing range with powerful emotions (be it crippling sadness, strong determination, burning anger, or sluggish laziness.) It functions as both a support for their allies and an obstacle for opponents. However, the wielder must genuinely feel those emotions for the power to work, and the effect only lasts for as long as the wielder’s performance lasts. If they stop or are interrupted, the effects of the power immediately disappear. Often times, Songbird Aegis wielders will also have keen hearing if they are musicians, heightened perception if they are artists, greater empathy if they are writers, and higher charisma if they are actors. In their transformed state, Songbird Aegis wielders will also sport wings, gain perfect pitch, and the ability to sing in any language. To activate the Songbird Aegis, one must use the phrase “Crescendo” and to deactivate, “Morendo.”

Cat Aegis

A choker necklace embedded with a luminous Cat’s Eye Moonstone. It is inhabited by Felis, the embodiment of Wonder. She embodies a living being’s curiosity and wanderlust; the desire to push the limits of what is possible and thrive by one’s own means. She is represented by the cat; adventurous and independent creatures who will always find their own way in the world. They seek adventure as often as they provide it to others, but they rarely stay in one place: one moment here, then gone the next. Their presence is a common sight among the occult: enshrouded in mystery yet always seeking more to pursue. Vessels of Felis are known for their wanderlust and daring spirit. They tend to follow the path less travelled: they hunger for sights few others will ever see. They desire to forge into the unknown, chase thrills, and refuse to allow long odds to slow them down. However, vessels of Felis are incredibly secretive and flighty individuals, often living a double life and never staying in one place for long. Thus, many of Felis’ chosen vessels have been explorers, secret intelligence, and lawbreakers. Many have pioneered the discovery of lost ruins and unknown ecosystems, accomplished feats previously thought impossible, and uncovered (or created) deep-rooted conspiracies. However, it is the curse of the Cat Aegis wielder to walk a path of solitude, until the day the secrets they have guarded swallows them whole. In their transformed states, Cat Aegis wielders gain agility, dexterity, and reaction speed that is superior to other aegis users; as well as unique traits such as night vision and ‘9 lives.’ These 9 lives are a culmination of a feline’s ‘righting reflex’ and the wielder’s increased dexterity and agility; allowing them accomplish off near-impossible feats of athleticism or escape from life-threatening situations unharmed. They may also develop cat-like features such as claws, fangs, cat ears, tail, and eyes. The special power of the Cat Aegis is dubbed Leap, which allows the user to instantly teleport to any previously visited location through the creation of portals. Only the user is able to see and pass through these portals (creating the illusion of teleportation to others), and the portals close immediately after the user steps through. Portals can be opened anywhere within the user’s line of sight, and only one portal can be open at any given time. If a portal is left open, the user cannot open a new one. However, an open portal will close on their own if the user detransforms. The user cannot open portals to locations they have not physically been to before, and the further the destination is from their current location, the more energy is exerted, which may force the user to detransform sooner. The amount of times the user can use Leap depends on their stamina. However, leaping to locations within their line of sight requires little to no energy. This Aegis’ activation phrase is “Bewitch” and her deactivation phrase is “Disenchant.”

Snake Aegis

This Aegis is a serpent-shaped bangle embedded with a piece of colour-shifting alexandrite. It is inhabited by Naga, the Sentinel of Change. As the Sentinel of Change, she is the embodiment of a living creature’s innate and instinctive need to adapt to its environment in order to survive. She is represented by the snake; a polarizing creature that is both feared and admired: similar to change itself. It is considered a symbol of evil, dark magic, and temptation; but at the same time, it is also revered as a symbol of medicine, fertility, and rebirth. As such, Vessels of Naga are usually introspective and resilient; adaptable and ever-changing; and always striving for improvement and self-betterment. They are determined to overcome barriers and help others to do the same: rarely losing heart in the face of an obstacle, instead seeing it as a challenge to be overcome. Thus, many of Naga’s vessels are those in the position of guidance, care, or progress; often being involved in healthcare, innovation, the sciences, and education. But when misplaced, this ability to overcome obstacles often lead the snake aegis wielder to cross boundaries that were put in place for the safety and protection of all; sometimes, the fact that they can is more important than whether they should. When transformed, wielders of the Snake Aegis also develop snake-like traits such as thermal sense, fangs, and scales; as well as superior flexibility and agility to other aegis wielders. The Snake Aegis grants its wielder a unique power dubbed Devour, which allows them to absorb the energy of their opponents’ attacks and stockpile it into one extremely powerful attack, or use it to recharge themselves to remain transformed for longer and heal injuries. Though, there is a limit to the amount of force that can be absorbed. To activate the snake aegis, wielders must use the phrase, “Jaws Open.” Its deactivation phrase is, “Brumate.”

Hawk Aegis

A brass bracelet embedded with a brilliant fire opal. It is Inhabited by Beddiah, the Freedom Sentinel. His name was inspired by the minor loa Badessy, who holds the domain of the sky in Vodou. He embodies every living creature’s desire for self-determination, and the power to act without any hindrance or restraint. He is represented by the hawk, a creature championed as a symbol of freedom: inspiring hope wherever it soars through the skies. The hawk are magnificent birds of prey known for its flight prowess and fearlessness, preying on not only small mammals and birds, but venomous reptiles. Wielders of the Hawk Aegis are self-assured and strong-willed. They live in the moment and follow where the wind blows. But most of all, they value their autonomy and cannot be tethered or bound; for many of them, this extends to others as well as themselves. Thus, many of its wielders have been freedom fighters or rebels. This freedom does not necessarily have to be physical; the wielders of the Hawk Aegis often champion freedom in all of its forms. However, this focus on freedom has a cost; some of the Aegis wielders have taken their ideals of freedom too far, often sowing the seeds of anarchy and chaos in their wake. The Hawk Aegis grants its wielders a power called Changing Winds, which allows the wielder to will an event into reality. However, the wielder must be able to picture the event clearly in their minds and it must affect them directly; as it manifests as strokes of luck to aid the wielder in action. The Hawk Aegis also grants its wielders the gift of speed and flight. In fact, Hawk Aegis wielders are the most proficient fliers as they possess increased durability against high gravity, immunity from whiplash and may even reach Mach speeds in their flight course. Its wielders may also develop hawk-like traits such as keen eyesight, sharp talons, brown feathers, and wings. To activate the Hawk Aegis, its wielder must say the phrase, “To the Heavens” and to deactivate, “Down to Earth.”

Wolf Aegis

This Aegis is a fingerless glove embedded with an earthy brown onyx. It is inhabited by Villr, the Sentinel of Protection. Villr embodies the natural instinct in all creatures to provide shelter and safety to those they care for: be it for the sake of survival, genuine affection, or both. He is represented by the wolf, a symbol of guardianship and loyalty. They are pack animals that thrive off of community and develop deep emotional bonds to each other; forming the foundation of loyalty and dedication which compels them to protect each other. Vessels of Villr are often self-sacrificing, with a strong sense of belonging and a stronger urge to protect those they consider home. Thus, the aegis often finds affinity with people in roles of protection, such as parental guardians, firefighters, search and rescue, and law enforcement. However, when taken too far, this desire to protect has led to delusions of ownership and entitlement; exerting absolute control and isolation over those they wish to protect, and stopping at nothing to ensure their safety: even if it means decimating anything and everything they consider a threat. When transformed, wielders of the Wolf Aegis develop a keen sense of smell that is superior to other aegis wielders. They also possess greater armor strength that allows them to absorb only a fraction of damage other aegis wielders would sustain. Wielders will develop wolf-like features such as fangs, ears, tails, and claws when they are transformed. The Wolf Aegis possesses a special power called Lycan’s Rage, which increases its wielder’s strength the greater their anger or determination grows to protect or eliminate a threat. Any damage received while this power is activated also increases their strength. However, the stronger they become, the more difficult it is to control their power, and the sooner they become exhausted and need to de-transform. To activate the wolf aegis, its wielder must call out, “Howl Havoc” and, “Silence Reigns.” To deactivate.

Stag Aegis

This Aegis is a wooden ring mimicking the shape of a deer’s antlers with a verdant malachite embedded in its center. It is inhabited by Cernunnos, the Sentinel of Harmony. Cernunnos is partially based off of the Gallo-Roman deity of the same name, who was also associated with the Horned God in Wicca. As the Sentinel of Harmony, Cernunnos embodies the importance of balance and coexistence; for all living creatures to fulfill their roles and maintain the natural order. He is represented by the stag, often perceived by many cultures as the lord of the forest; and as the lord of the forest, it falls to him to maintain balance and harmony across his kingdom. Thus, vessels of Cernunnos are those with a strong moral compass and sense of justice. They will fight for the prosperity of all living creatures, human or animal. Many go on to pioneer movements to abolish cruelty and mistreatment upon all living beings. They have a strong sense of community and connection to their surroundings. Thus, the stag aegis has often been wielded by conservationists, activists, and humanitarian workers. However, the wielders of this aegis may become consumed by their righteousness and concept of justice that they fail to recognize the needs and desires of those they are fighting for; often projecting their own ideals and corrupting their cause. Due to their strong connection to nature and every living creature, stag aegis wielders also gain the ability to communicate with any animal they come across when they are transformed. All stag aegis wielders will also develop antlers and a keen sense of hearing that is superior to other aegis wielders. The stag aegis also possesses as unique power dubbed Metamorphosis, which allows its users to transform into any animal that they have anatomical and physiological understanding of. As long as this power is active, they are able to freely change between different animals. However, the longer this power is activated, the more energy they use to remain transformed. To activate this aegis, its wielders must use the phrase, “The Hunt Begins” and deactivate it using the phrase, “The Hunt Ends.”

Raven Aegis

A feather earring embedded with a striking black opal. This Aegis is inhabited by Hugenn, the Sentinel of Thought. He is the embodiment of every living creature’s ability to process information, analyse, and problem-solve. His name was inspired by one of Odin’s ravens, Huginn, whose job it was to bring information from Midgard to his master. As such, Hugenn is represented by the raven; an intelligent creature capable of problem-solving, planning, and using tools. Vessels of Hugenn are those with extraordinary intellect, critical thinking, and cognitive flexibility. They value knowledge and the pursuit of truth above all else. Thus, the Raven Aegis often finds itself in the possession of scholars, scientists, and investigators. They strive to uncover the mysteries of the world and gain a better understanding of the unknown. Many bring about groundbreaking discoveries and innovations that have changed the world, for better or for worse. Though occasionally their single-minded pursuit of knowledge and truth blinds them to the morality of what it takes to achieve it. Thus, Raven Aegis users are blessed with superhuman thinking speed, processing elaborate strings of information and multiple lines of thought within a fraction of a second. This processing speed allows them to seemingly slow down time when they analyze their surroundings and contemplate their next course of action. Wielders with particularly keen intellect will also gain photographic memory. However, most will develop raven-like traits such as black feathers, wings, and the ability to perfectly mimic any human voice. The Raven Aegis grants its wielders a special power called Vision, which allows them to see a second or two into their own future, and giving them to opportunity to anticipate, plan, and react inhumanly fast. However, while they are using this power, it also renders them completely blind, forcing them to rely on their other senses and memory of the terrain. To activate this Aegis, its wielder must call out, “Part the veil” and to deactivate, “Curtain falls.”

Tiger Aegis

The Tiger Aegis is a belt with a tiger head shaped buckle embedded with a vibrant red tiger’s eye. It is inhabited by Maung, the Sentinel of Strength. Strength is integral to any creature’s survival: it determines who eats, who starves, who continues their bloodline, and who succumbs to natural selection. The tiger is a symbol of strength and power revered for its grace and beauty in many cultures; and many more attempt to evoke its strength and courage in the face of adversity. Therefore, vessels of Maung are individuals with extraordinary strength and will, who command admiration and respect within their community. They do not falter in the face of a challenge and will march until they claim victory. They are fierce and determined, and once they have set their mind on a goal, they will not rest until they have achieved it. Thus, the Tiger Aegis often finds itself in the possession of leaders, soldiers, and mercenaries. Individuals who are willing to lay their lives on the line for the sake of achieving their goals. However, often times wielders of this aegis will not fret about the morality of how they will achieve their goals, so long as they succeed in doing so. When transformed, Tiger Aegis wielders develop physical strength that is superior to other aegis wielders. Wielders may also develop tiger-like features such as: tiger ears, tail, claws, fangs, and striping on their bodies. The Tiger Aegis’ unique power is dubbed “Killing Intent,” which spreads an aura of intimidation to those in their vicinity; activating the flight portion of their fight or flight response which causes their opponents to hesitate, retreat, or freeze in place. This power affects those within a 20 meter radius regardless of whether they are able to see or hear them. This aura also affects allies and may require the user to exert themselves to affect individuals with nerves of steel. However, the longer it is activated, the shorter the time the wielder is able to remain transformed. The activation phrase used for this aegis is, “Go for the Kill” and its deactivation phrase is, “Hunger slaked.”

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inawearyworld · 5 months

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free if you truly wish to be: chapter iv

shit goes DOWN. as y'all have probably gathered. bc. yknow. the plot of the movie. but first there's a song yayyyyyyyyy

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k

god, i love musicals.

(edit: realized after posting that i was looking at the wrong page of the screenplay while writing this and therefore royally screwed up the song structure of a world of your own but it’s fiiiiiiine)

once again, thank you mat for that interview taking a typical one-dimensional dahl villain and letting him be a more complex character. also i should probably throw a content warning on this one for depiction of a slightly abusive relationship

but i promise everything's gonna be okay soon-happy new year everyone!!

part three fic masterlist part five

While going through a time of personal growth involving trying to unravel one’s identity from that of one’s rich and powerful husband, it often happens that there are advantages to said husband being wrapped in worry over a new business rival-and, therefore, spending far more time at the office.

Wren’s favorite advantage at the present moment was that she was the only one to watch the mail come in.

Deep purple stationery was the signal she looked for-and steadily received, then returned with her own emerald letters-every day. The notes included scrawled updates regarding the operation to allow the earnest young chocolatier his day in the sun, anecdotes about the group of launderers that supported it (who she’d snuck out to meet often enough that they now felt like a second family), tales of a mysterious orange man, and exchanges of advice, witticisms, and Shakespeare quotes.

The handwriting was inexperienced, and there were more than a fair share of spelling errors toward the start of their correspondence, but she didn’t care a whit.

We’ve got the shop, Willy had written one day. For now, the task is digging through its decrepit debris and designing its decoration. (The credit for those words goes to Noodle-she says hello.) There are so many possibilities, I barely know where to start.

Start with the “why”, Wren wrote back. That’s what I always do. If there’s a piece I’m struggling to sing and I lose motivation to practice, I go back to the reasons I love the piece, even all the way back to the reasons I love the arts in the first place. Maybe there’s something in there for your shop-what made you want to share your chocolate with the world? (And hello to you too, Noodle!)

My dear Wren, came the reply, you’ve just given me the best of ideas.

He told her then about his mother and the inspiration she provided. Wren would be lying if she’d said a tear hadn’t fallen onto that particular letter.

As for how to keep him safe from the Cartel, police, and every other corrupt authority, Wren did her part by becoming Florence again whenever necessary. She acted less suspicious around her husband, leading him to be less secretive-although the gain in information was miniscule, it was better than nothing.

Felix’s rages would range anywhere from tittering, jealous rants to scheming monologues during which his whole being seemed to take on a lower, darker, more calculating tone. She’d listen carefully to all of these, tactfully calling out anything that might get him to consider he was wrong, but that had little to no effect.

Plan B, then, she’d realized, is all I can do.

So, whenever Felix seemed particularly incensed or just on the verge of coming up with how to destroy his rival, Florence would swoop in with wine and dark lipstick and a low-cut dress. She’d endure being his caged pet songbird, his doll, his perfect plaything, only because she had the growing feeling that things were about to change.

If Willy’s shop becomes successful enough to be completely undeniable, maybe the Cartel will finally acknowledge him as an equal. Maybe I’ll finally be seen as an equal, too. Maybe things will finally be truly fine.

So, night after night, she’d sit on her husband’s lap, twirl his tie, and kiss his neck until he’d forgotten the name of Wonka.

The same could not be said for her.

Due to just how glamorized she always had to be while in public, it didn’t take much to come up with disguise enough to be able to visit the new shop on its opening day.

With a fluttering sense of hope, Wren approached the fourth building of the Galeries Gourmet, blending in seamlessly with the sea of soon-to-be-wonderstruck passers-by. She cast a few nervous glances to the window of the Fickelgruber office, at which the man stood in his usual stance. There was no chance, though, of his recognizing her trademark ginger flame amongst the crowd; it was safely tucked under a dark, low-brimmed hat.

This could have set her mind at ease, but the fact that he looked even more smug than usual as he surveyed the ground below him made her nervous.

Did they plan something?

She was distracted from this worry by a sudden flash of color at the long-empty shop’s door. Willy Wonka stepped through, looking more himself than she could have ever imagined. He addressed the crowd with a flourish, and she marveled at his ability to combine showmanship with authenticity.

He took a skeptical older man’s arm, leading him to the shop’s entrance, and began to sing.

All at once, the shop transformed before all of their eyes, flooding with color, and the music settled into a sparking pulse that thrilled Wren to the core.

Willy grinned, fully in his element, and the doorway went dark. Gloved hands presented chocolate wonders as their creator sang them into existence. When he lit a match, the store seemed to come alive, and Wren gasped.

If his letter was anything to go by, the sight he had created was an homage to his childhood on his mother’s boat, brought to life in a way nearly too beautiful to be true.

Willy and the other man danced up a bridge of sorts as his song continued, proudly offering his shop as a world for each of his customers to call their own. Overtaken and lifted by the enchanting environment, Wren squealed with the rest of the crowd and ran into the shop, ripping the hat from her head and allowing her auburn curls to tumble freely down.

She threw her head back and laughed aloud. Her lack of makeup, and plain blouse and skirt replacing the usual emerald-colored finery, gave her assurance that she wouldn’t be recognized here; this was the closest thing she’d experienced to liberation in a very long while, and she relished it, along with the sweetly simple soar of Willy’s voice across his song.

When she looked up at him again, he was sitting on the boat that floated on the circling chocolate river, and she noticed he’d already been staring with a sideways grin. As the bassline that came from nowhere launched into a rollicking chromatic vamp, he tipped his hat to her, and she gave an enamored wave.

The second verse passed, and suddenly he’d reached her, extending a hand which she took without a second thought. He helped her onto the boat, then pulled her alarmingly close, but before she could say a thing about it, a cloud of smoke appeared around them.

Wren blinked and realized that she and Willy were now at the base of the massive chocolate tree in the center of the shop.

“How did you-”

But he only smiled and started to dance his way up the tree.

“A world of your own,” he sang, then gestured an invitation straight towards her.

This’ll be easy enough, she thought, nearly bursting with joy.

“A place to escape to,” she continued, running farther up the tree to meet him in the middle. His expression filled with awe upon finally hearing her sing, and they began a whirling back-and-forth.

“A world of your own-”

“-where you can be free!”

“Wherever you go, wherever life takes you…”

“This is your home,” she sang to him, twirling herself into his arms and beaming with pride. He’s found it-he’s created it.

“A world of your own,” they finished. He looked at her for a moment, seeming struck, then kissed her hand and disappeared through the branches of the tree to continue with the song’s bridge. She let out a dazed and happy breath, taking a moment to let her gaze roam the shop from her perch in the chocolate tree.

She didn’t know what would happen next, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t let herself enjoy this moment.

What did happen next was…as an understatement, not what any of them had hoped.

She wished she could say it was a complete surprise, and she wished she could have done more to stop it. The candy started having disastrous effects, the customers understandably balked, and it was clearly not Willy’s fault in the least. In a blur, the shop was in ruins, and Wren sat in shock with the little group who’d worked so hard to make it magical.

The candyman himself was devastated; not just by the massive setback, but by the absence of his mother’s spirit. Wren and Noodle sat by his side, but Abacus ushered them up. It broke Wren’s heart to think of leaving him like this-if the truest and most trusting dreamer on Earth can be broken down, where’s the hope for the rest of us?-but she somehow still felt she had to follow the group out.

She felt a hug around her waist and a held-back sob, and looked down to see Noodle clinging onto her. Wren immediately knelt to her level and hugged the girl close, finding it hard now to keep back her own tears.

“Terrible shame what-”

“Florence?”

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her breath dropping to the floor.

Slugworth had spoken first, a smooth and practiced opening to what would have turned into a gloat. The voice that had interrupted him was genuinely shaken and clearly belonging to her husband.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to Noodle, who nodded. “You can go, you shouldn’t have to see this-”

“Florence,” his voice came again, at a loss. She took a breath, stood up, and faced him with tears in her voice.

“Hi, Felix.”

Silence.

Slugworth looked with growing puzzlement between the woman and the girl, and Felix could only stare at his wife with dawning realization.

“You’ve been working with him,” he said simply, every usual quirk of inflection having vanished.

For a moment, the wash crew surrounded her in an attempt at a shield, and she heaved a breath to keep back a sob-of fear, of gratefulness for these friends that had become family over the past weeks, of everything suddenly crashing down.

“I’ll be okay,” she said quietly to the wash crew and perhaps to myself. “You all should go. Like you were going to. I’m sorry.”

They didn’t move.

She looked at Piper, whose worried hand was on her arm. There was an unspoken vow of protection between the women in that moment, but Wren’s eyes pleaded, so Piper nodded sadly, took Noodle’s hand, and the group left.

Wren was almost afraid to look at Willy, but she did; the boy was staring at the old chocolate bar in his hands, looking as if he could barely process a thing.

The sympathy in her gaze must have been far too obvious, because she suddenly heard footsteps, felt a hard grip on her wrist, and gasped in pain as it was yanked up and backwards.

“Darling,” Felix hissed with a sinister edge, though his voice was breaking, “I don’t know how or why this betrayal-”

“Betrayal?” she finally cried out, breaking free from his grasp as Willy rushed between them. “You lot have just poisoned dozens of innocent people, all for a business rivalry, and I won’t-”

“If you want your family not to starve, you had better lower your voice,” he barked.

Every speck of air seemed to leave the room.

“...My family?”

“I may have been distracted enough for the past weeks to ignore the mail that came in and out of our house, but I had not always been that blind. I thought your compassion to be an incomprehensible gesture, but I let it slide. When I felt like it.”

…They haven’t gotten everything I’ve sent.

They haven’t-

“In fact,” he continued, “it served as what was almost a pleasant reminder of the truth. For your family, for your stupid dream, and for your sweetly dependent soul-you need me.”

“If you knew I was poor, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it’s the same way for me!”

This was the peak of what had been a building explosion, and this was the moment in which they both remembered there were other people in the room.

“What?” the four besides him breathed, almost in unison.

“Oh, you heard right,” Felix launched into speech, the characteristic gestures starting to work their way back into him. “I came from nearly nothing, just the same. But I did what I had to do to climb to the top. I cast them all away, left my old life behind completely, and I suppose it was a foolish hope to think my wife would do the same. But she-but you-you are nothing but a guileless, deceitful bleeding heart.”

“I…”

Tears blurred her vision.

“I am…genuinely sorry that you felt you had to hide your past, but that doesn’t excuse trying to make the rest of the world match your insecurity and fit your little chocolate mold. And if that makes me a bleeding heart…I’m proud of the title.”

For a moment, the man looked as if he would allow his wife’s words to affect him.

Then his face, normally so expressive, turned completely cold.

She’d lost him.

She’d never truly had him to lose.

But she looked at Willy, and she thought of the wash crew, and she realized she finally had a truer support system. And if she could try to start over, find some other way to earn money to send to her family without interception, and some other way to reach the dreams that felt so far away at the moment, she knew Felix would be wrong: she didn’t need him.

After a long silence, Slugworth cleared his throat.

“Get her out of here. We have business with Mr. Wonka.”

What?

Her and the younger man’s eyes widened, and they grabbed each other’s hands on instinct, but a small number of policemen came around the corner of the shop door at Slugworth’s order. They clamped hands on her shoulders and dragged her away from Willy as the Cartel stood silently and watched.

“Wait-wait, no, I-”

“Wren-”

She struggled, fought, kicked, but was forced into the backseat of a police car-

“Let me go, you corrupt bastards-”

“Wren-”

“Let me-”

“Just drop her somewhere in town,” Felix said coolly. “Somewhere that isn’t my home.”

“WREN!”

The car door was slammed, and the last thing she saw was the Cartel advancing on a dazed Willy, opening a suitcase of cash.

All she could do was scream, and the scream turned into a cry.

They did indeed drop her somewhere. She burst out of the car the second it had stopped, and the officers drove away without a word.

Sick with worry and trying to regain her breath, she looked around, almost fainting with relief when she saw the laundry building. Piper, having heard the commotion, stood outside, and they looked at each other for a moment before Wren fell sobbing into her arms.

This is not over.

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validwarriorcatsnames · 7 months

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May I request a warrior name for our scrimblo son Spencer???

He's named after the guy from Criminal Minds, but the fun part is he's actually really stupid. This dumb cat likes to lay on me and drool while he naps, despite the fact I am allergic to him. He also HATES other people, especially children, and has been known to fart at people when they make him mad (I am NOT kidding).

He also has brought multiple animals into the house [two chipmunks, a snake, three mice, a mole, a wren, the neighbor's cockatiel, several frogs, a rat, and half of a raven].

He has also been seen snuggling with the neighbor's cat (A grey tabby tomcat named Bits), and sharing his catches with him. They are gay.

Spencer will only sleep in 4 places:

1. On my chest/lap

2. On a box

3. Beside Bits (on the sidewalk/driveway)

4. The back of one specific chair

((Side note, I love my fluffy son, I slander him lovingly))

With a battle tactic like that he belongs in ThunderClan. Also, ravens are fuckin big, the only thing more impressive/horrible than bringing home a raven is what happened to tear it in half. His name is Mudface and he supports gay wrongs

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aeh2611 · 10 days

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The one thing I am kind of missing in the new Maxton Hall series are the platonic relationships.

I did enjoy that they spend so much time on Ruby and James (and I think it necessary since this is their love story), but if we do get further seasons with more episodes (fingers crossed) I want to see more of everyone’s friendships.

I want to see more of the boys: I want Cyril absolutely hopelessly in love with a girl that he cannot have and feeling as though his entire friendship group is falling apart. I want him feeling lost and helpless and I want to understand him and to empathize with him even though his actions are wrong. I want the backstory with Alistair’s family and I want to see him struggle with his non-conformity with what is expected of him in terms of his sexuality and how his friends love and support him through all of that. I want more Wren and James interaction. These two are supposed to be best friends. I want to actually see that and I want to see Wren feeling lost and alone because of Ruby’ and James’ new relationship and how he deals with that. And I want to see more interaction between all of them. I want to know more about how they got to know each other and what keeps them together. James’ friends and how they operate is crucial to understanding the story in further seasons and I actually wanna be able to see that.

But I also want to see more of the girls: I want to see Lydia be actually kind to Ruby and Ruby be the friend that she really needs. I want Lin to be there for Ruby. To pick her up and make her feel better when she truly needs it. I want them to have their little parties and love and support each other throughout all their trials. Beyond Ruby‘s family they are the group I always felt the most sympathetic towards and their camaraderie really enriched the story for me. Especially Ruby and Lydia slowly opening up to one another has to be one of the most wholesome relationships in this entire series.

#maxton hall #moreplatonicrelationshipsPLEASE!#james beaufort #ruby bell #lydia beaufort #lin wang

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Missing Limbs | Erik Lehnsherr x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: magneto x m!reader please 🥺

summary: late nights with Erik are good for thinking, although perhaps not much else.

tws: angst, swearing, mentions of death

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If nowadays, the outer rounds of heaven don't

Keep up on the charm offensive anymore

Failing to remind you what you're living for

I'd give anything to borrow your indifference

I'd drink you in

To temper your belief in all my promises

To swallow my desire and choke on it

Oh, Erik was a complicated man to say the least. He could be charming and polite, he could be so sweet and soft and kind, yet if you caught him at the wrong moment, he could be full of rage and anger; spitting pieces of an old flame at you, burning you from the outside until you were worn down. Erik wasn't stupid, though, far from it.

He knew that he had hardly anything to live for; he had everything to fight for, but to live was a different story. He would give anything to be as indifferent as you were; seemingly untouched by the cruelty of humans and their iron fists. Erik wanted to drink that indifference, wanted to temper your beliefs and how you always thought that he would make right on his promises.

But then you would smile at him, that handsome and charming smile that always made his teeth clamp down on the inside of his lip, and he would force himself to swallow thickly; he couldn't have you, you were untouchable no matter what his desires told him. He needed to choke, to suffocate and to gasp out for breath, on those desires.

'Cause it still makes my blood run cold

To remember what they did before

The stories that you never told to me

"If you ever wanna talk," you told him softly, sitting out on the patio steps and looking up at the stars. "Y'know I'm always here."

You didn't want to tell him, you didn't want to admit that your blood would turn to ice in your veins every time you thought about what humans had done to him; the things he would never talk about, the subjects that would make him avert his gaze and clench his jaw. All the things he never told you, all the times he had lied and told you that he was fine, and you were still by his side.

Erik hated it.

Oh, bird, worry not

The blessings rain on battles in the heaven's arms

And my polite advances won't last for long

The eager apprehension is wearing off

I'd give anything

To balance your conviction with certainty

To fall asleep without you lying next to me

To sever my connection with everything

"Don't worry, little wren," Erik shook his head at the nickname. "I'll be fine."

You frowned, turning your gaze to him for a moment as you dared to allow your gaze to rake over him; he rarely used that nickname anymore. The one that he picked up from the William Blake poem and had never let go in all the years you had known him; he didn't use it as much as he did before.

Of course he wouldn't be fine, just as it would start to rain at any given moment and the heavens would begin to sob violently, he wouldn't be fine.

Slowly, Erik reached for your hand, hoping that you would reject the polite advance, but when you linked your fingers with his, his teeth bit down harshly on the inside of his lip, eager apprehension turning to anxiety. "I'd give anything to make you certain I'm fine."

He hoped too much that you would go to bed without him, that you would cut all ties and you would leave him empty and alone; at the very least, it meant that he wouldn't have to mourn another lost loved one. If you were ever taken away, Erik would burn everything to the ground, unless you walked away.

He needed you to walk away.

'Cause it still makes my blood run cold

To remember what I did before

The stories that you never told to me

And it still makes my blood run thin

To remember what you are to him

And I live like I've got missing limbs

For you

He froze when you held on tightly, clenching his jaw and nearly glaring at you; trying to push all the thoughts that swarmed his mind as far away as he could. To be so close to Erik meant that you were in danger, and he couldn't have that; he couldn't watch another person he loved be killed because of him.

You never told him why you always liked it when he would read from your poetry books for you, getting lost in the sound of his voice; the thought that someone else had done it for you before him made him shiver as he swallowed thickly. What other stories did you keep from him? What other lives had you lived? Why didn't you run to someone else?

"Logan would never do this," you admitted. "Sit with me, I mean."

Erik sighed. "Logan?"

"My ex," you told him softly. "He'd never do this... Erik... I... shit."

"What?"

"What do you do when someone loves you, but you love someone else?" You asked quietly. "Because it feels like I'm being torn apart, like pieces of me are missing."

He frowned. "He who shall hurt the little Wren shall never be belovd by Men."

You looked at him for a moment, then dared to crash against him; your head on his shoulder as you sighed heavily and closed your eyes. He wished you would leave, that you would run and never look back... but all the same, he did quite like having your head on his shoulder.

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spookyboywhump · 8 months

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Day One- Sick

Hello! I'm going to do my absolute best to participate in @ailesswhumptober this year! I know I'm already late on day one but. better late than never asdfghjk

This is technically the third (and last) part of These Two pieces, however I wouldn't say they're especially necessary to read this one, just know Wren had an incident with some barbed wire and cold weather.

Fandom: OC's/Original Work

Word Count: 2,533

CW: pet whump, sick whump, emeto, mentions of infections, nonsexual- nudity

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Something was wrong. Zander was used to waking up in the middle of the night, sometimes for no reason at all, but he woke up that night immediately feeling like something was just off. Almost instinctively, still half asleep, he sat up and looked around the darkened room, before finally looking down at Wren, finding the source of his unease.

Wren was still fast asleep, but he didn’t exactly look peaceful. He was curled up, arms pulled close to his chest, his eyes were squeezed shut tightly, like he was having a bad dream, and he was trembling. For a moment Zander thought he really was just having a nightmare, he hated to see him so distraught, but as he reached down to brush his hair back from his face he felt his forehead, he quickly realized the poor kid was absolutely burning up. His hair was soaked with sweat, Zander was immediately more awake and alert, his only priority taking care of Wren.

“Hey… kid, you need to wake up…” He said, gently shaking him awake. Normally he’d just let him rest but this felt really bad, he felt he needed to do something now. He knew Wren was a heavy sleeper, but after a bit of nudging him he finally stirred, opening his eyes and looking around the room, confused as to what was going on.

“Huh…? Wh-what’s wrong…?” He murmured, reaching over to push Zander’s hand away.

“You need to get up, come on.” He said softly, trying to help him into a sitting position, but Wren just seemed to be confused.

“Why…? ‘M tired… and I don’t… feel good…” He murmured, trying to lay back down, but Zander was already climbing out of bed to help him up.

“Wren, you’re burning up. You have a high fever and I need to cool you down, okay?” He told him. Wren seemed to understand him, or at least he understood that he was being very serious, and he allowed Zander to help him out of bed. He was swaying on his feet, Zander had to hold him steady to guide him to the bathroom. Once he had him under the light he could see just how flushed his face was, he was bright red and simply put, he looked completely out of it.

“Do you think you’ll be able to shower on your own?” Zander asked him, turning the shower on but letting the water stay cold.

“I… think I need help…” Wren said slowly. At least he understood what Zander was trying to do for him. “Will-will a shower help…?” He asked. His voice was hoarse, Zander wondered if his throat hurt too, but he needed to focus on just the one thing for now.

“It’s going to be cold, but it’s to bring your fever down. Are you alright with me helping?” He asked, and after thinking for a moment Wren nodded. He got undressed and Zander helped him into the shower, he immediately flinched away from the water but after taking a few moments to get used to it he relaxed. He had to kneel on the floor, too unsteady to support himself, and Zander took the showerhead down to help him better. While he mostly intended to cool him down, he was able to help him clean up as well, washing the sweat out of his hair and giving him some relief.

Once he was done he helped him out of the shower and helped him dry off, he mostly just helped him dry his hair though. The last thing he needed was him getting even sicker because he went back to bed with wet hair in a cold room. As it got colder outside their room would also get colder, he didn’t know what was wrong with the way it was built but it was never kept at a comfortable temperature like the rest of the house. Then again, that may have been intentional, he wouldn’t be surprised. He helped him get dressed, he could hardly stand on his own, and then let him get back into bed.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, I know you probably wanted to sleep, but… I was worried when I felt how hot you were…” Zander told him, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s alright… thank you…” He murmured.

“Do you feel sick? Aside from the fever, I mean.” Zander said, putting the back of his hand to Wren’s cheek to check on him. He was still incredibly warm, the shower seemed to have brought it down a little bit but not by too much. He knew it wasn’t that far off that Wren might be sick, it was only a few days since Cain had left him out in the cold for hours, but still, he couldn’t help but worry about trying to take care of him when they really didn’t have any resources there in their cell.

“Hm… I’m cold now… and my throat hurts… feels like I’ve been swallowing sandpaper…” He yawned.

“Alright… Why don’t you try to get some more sleep, I’ll try asking Cain for help tomorrow, okay?” He told him, and Wren nodded.

“Will you lay with me…?” He asked.

“Of course.” Zander laid back down with him, Wren cuddled up close while Zander held him in his arms, waiting until Wren fell back asleep to finally drift off himself.

***

Wren woke up hours later, he thought the sleep would’ve done him some good but if anything he felt so much worse. He was hot again, he was sweating and his clothes and hair were sticking to him and he couldn’t stand it, hardly thinking as he kicked the blanket off him and pushed Zander’s arm away. That alone was enough to wake Zander, but Wren was already jumping out of bed, rushing to the bathroom, he knew exactly what would happen to him when he got sick. He’d dropped to his knees just in time to vomit into the toilet, he heard Zander come in behind him and soon felt his hand gently rubbing his back, trying to comfort him through it.

He still felt nauseous and sick even after he was finally done, sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, his head on his knees. He was trembling so badly he didn’t think he could stand, but Zander stayed with him, and Wren appreciated that he was willing to keep him company no matter how unpleasant it was.

“Do… you feel better after that?” He asked him, and Wren shook his head, blinking back tears.

“I just feel like shit.” He muttered. He gave himself a few moments to recover before struggling to his feet, turning on the sink so he could rinse his mouth out and wash his hands. He still felt too hot and overwhelmed by everything, but he desperately hoped that was the last time that would have to happen.

He went back to their room and flopped down onto the bed, trying to calm himself down. Zander came and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at him sympathetically.

“Hey, when Cain comes in I’ll try to ask him for help, okay? He’s often more… charitable to me when I get sick, so I think I can convince him to do the same for you.” He told him.

“Yeah, but he-” He was interrupted by a coughing fit, bringing his arm up to cover his face, “He likes you more.” He finished, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t really thinking that hard about what he said, but it was how he felt. Usually he could reason that wasn’t true, Cain was harsh on Zander, he treated him differently but not nicely. In his miserable state though, all he could think about was how Zander could persuade Cain for better treatment, how Cain was charitable to Zander when he was sick, and how he’d beaten Wren senseless for absolutely nothing in the past.

“What?” Zander laughed. “Cain doesn’t like me.”

“He dislikes you a lot less than he dislikes me.” Wren shrugged.

“I’m sure he hates us both. Absolutely despises us, even.” Zander said, reaching up to brush Wren’s hair back from his forehead. Wren knew he was just trying to comfort him but he didn’t feel comforted, he just felt sad. Of course he had to get sick here, in this awful cell, in this awful place. He was thankful to have Zander with him, but at the same time he wanted to be at home. He wanted his bed, his stuffed animals, he wanted to take a long hot bath and eat his favorite comfort food. That wasn’t an option though, and that just made him all the more miserable.

While he laid there simply waiting for whatever was to come, he couldn’t help scratching at his arms. He was still covered in wounds from the barbed wire incident, it hadn’t been that long ago and while most had been reduced to scabs there were still some one his arms and legs that were constantly itching and irritating him, to the point he’d wake up with blood under his nails from scratching in his sleep. He knew it was bad, he knew he should leave it alone, but it drove him so crazy he couldn’t just ignore it.

“Wren- stop that.” Zander told him.

“Why? It hurts.” He told him, but Zander was already grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

“Shit, how long has it been like this?” He asked, and Wren frowned, he didn’t know what he was so upset about. He looked at him arm, yeah that particular wound didn’t look great, it was red and swollen, he hadn’t given it a chance to heal with how often he was picking at it.

“It’s fine.” He told him, using his hand to cover it.

“It’s not fine, it looks infected. Shit, I should’ve helped you take care of it better.” He looked frustrated, and now Wren felt bad for not taking care of himself better. He didn’t have too much time to feel bad though, as the door opened and Cain stepped into the room, but he seemed to immediately notice something was off.

“What’s wrong with the pup?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“He’s sick.” Zander told him. “He needs help, he’s had a fever all night, he threw up earlier, and now it looks like he has an infection…” He said, but Cain was already approaching to assess the situation for himself. He pressed his hand against Wren’s face and Wren almost wanted to lean into his touch, for once he welcomed how cold Cain’s hands were.

“Shit, he is warm… Do you think this is making him sick, like what happened to you?” Cain asked, kneeling down to get a better look at Wren’s arm.

“I don’t know… it doesn’t look as bad as that, right?” Zander asked. Wren kept quiet and simply let them discuss him and his condition, he didn’t love it but he didn’t see any sense in fighting it either.

“Not, but you never know… I’ll get him something for the fever and something to eat later on, and I’ll see if Andrew has time to come look at this, okay?” Cain said, standing back up. He left the door open when he left, and Wren was shocked that he actually planned to do anything at all; he hardly knew what to think of it, just looking at Zander in disbelief.

“Is he… actually worried…?” He asked him.

“He doesn’t like dealing with infected injuries… after the one I had, I don’t think he wants to risk it.” Zander told him.

“What happened to you…?” He asked. Zander lifted his shirt, pointing out the scar across his chest.

“That one was from a whip. I didn’t take care of it and not only did it get infected, but I got really sick, I actually had to stay and let Andrew watch me for a few days.” He told him, pulling his shirt back down. Wren shuddered, he didn’t want it to get that bad. He almost hoped the cold symptoms were completely unrelated, that there wasn’t any infection and there was nothing to worry about. He was already miserable all the time, he didn’t want to deal with his body attacking him as well.

***

Cain did what he said he would do, he brought him some over the counter medicine he had for Wren to take to bring his fever down, and even left some so he could retake it hours later, and later on in the day he brought him some warm soup. It was oddly kind from Cain, and somewhat off-putting, but Wren appreciated it nonetheless. He would rather have that than nothing at all.

Andrew wasn’t able to come see him till the next day, which Wren thought would be fine, but by the time he got there, Wren felt so much worse. Everyone agreed he still had a fever, but he was so cold now, he was shivering so violently his muscles ached, his entire body felt sore. Andrew was being gentle as always as he looked him over, but Wren was still trying his hardest to hold back tears, he was just tired of feeling so terrible.

“I think he just has a cold, you don’t need to worry much about that.” Andrew said, more to Cain and Zander than to Wren.

“What about his arm? Does that look infected?” Cain asked.

“I don't think it's that severe, but if he keeps scratching at it he could risk getting a staph infection. I brought stuff for him just in case, keep an eye on it and make sure it doesn’t get any worse.” He sighed, standing up from where he knelt beside the bed. “I don’t think it’s as serious as what happened to Zander, but you can’t be leaving him out there in the cold, you already don’t take care of his health very well, I’m not the least bit surprised he got sick from that alone.”

“Oh whatever, if he’ll be fine then it doesn’t matter.” Cain rolled his eyes, immediately becoming defensive the moment Andrew tried to tell him what to do. While Wren was thankful Andrew would try to vouch for him like that, he wasn’t surprised that Cain brushed him off like that. He also wouldn’t be surprised if this happened to him again. When he got sick, he got sick, it had been like that his entire life, if this kind of treatment from Cain continued then he very likely would end up this ill again.

Once Andrew was done with looking him over, Cain left the room with him to walk him to the door, leaving Zander and Wren alone once again. Though he still felt terrible, he also felt like he was finally able to relax. It was nothing life threatening, he would be fine, he’d survive a simple cold of course, but just like everything else since he’d come here, he’d be miserable the entire time he endured it.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #whump #emeto tw #my writing #my oc's #sick whump #wren #zander #cain #andrew #i hope i did the tagging/labeling right it's been a while since i participated in one of these #i realize that for me starting with sickfic is kinda lowkey.#but i have desperately been wanting to write poor wren getting ill so it was still fun!

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kazoosandfannypacks · 5 months

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5, 7, 8, and 13 for the WIP ask game! 😁

JESSICA!!!!! HIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

5. What fic surprised you with how much interaction it got this past year?

I know I mentioned Wishing it Wasn't when Hazel asked, but I also want to give honorable mention to This is (Kinda) The Way. I'd hoped it would do well, but was blown away by not only the lovely comments and kudos on ao3, but also all the interaction it got on tumblr. It was at the top of the sabezra and ezrabine tags for a couple days (and if you've blocked as many tags as I have you'd've seen it at the top of the sabine wren tag too,) which was such a huge encouragement to me as I recovered from my unfortunate accident 😅

7. Share a line/paragraph/snippet that you were especially proud of from a work this year!

I'm gonna go with this section from As The Sun Rose and Seasons Changed, because I waited almost a decade to see these two idiots from The Shuttle get engaged and am very glad to have been the one to do it:

"There's a reason I brought you out here today, Betty," he smiled, "you've always been clever, so I know you know what I'm going to ask you, but I'm going to ask it anyways, and it's going to be the most terrifying moment of my life." "You've no reason to be afraid, James." She rarely called him by his first name rather than his title, but now it felt proper to do so. "You've no idea what I fear to lose, Miss Vanderpoel," he said, "I know of your love for Dunstanwolde, and your disdain for its condition– and of my love for it as well. If all I were offering was my land and my title, to watch from the sides as you touch all around me with your life, I'd give even that. But what I ask is something deeper. I do not ask you to love a sullied name or a crumbled ruin. I ask you to love the man who holds nothing besides them," and here he took her hand and said, "I'm asking you to love me." Still holding her hand, he knelt before her, one knee supporting him on the damp earth his ancestors had killed for and died on. Out of his pocket he pulled a ring, and held it before her. "Bettina Vanderpoel," he asked, "will you marry me?" He wasn't the first man who'd proposed to her– but somehow she'd hoped all along that he would be the last.

8. What's your favorite work you posted this past year?

if you think I'm gonna say the same thing I told Hazel and Iris, you are dead wrong.

Even though it's not perfect by any stretch of the word, I'm gonna say How We Rewrote the Stars. I intended it to just be a oneshot and posted it as such for sabezra week, but added more chapters after the fact. It was my first time posting an uncompleted work, which has always worried me because what if I wanted to change something? What if I messed something up in the first chapter? However, I took a leap of faith {which, fun fact, is the name I would've posted it under had I left it as a oneshot} and tried it out like that, and I'm proud of that!

13. What fic are you most excited to post in the upcoming year?

I'm very much hoping to finish the Gamergirl Sabezra AU by the end of the year, and can't wait to share it with you guys. I'm also working on a Captain Swan fic I've lovingly nicknamed the "romeo & juliet & boybands au." I haven't posted anything for Captain Swan since June, and that's the CS fic I have the most motivation to write, so it'll be lovely to post for such a lovely fandom again!

thanks so much for the ask!

📝 send me some asks from my ao3 writers ask game!

#kazzy writes #kazzy writes fanfic #ao3 wrapped #kazzy's kazootuals #kazzy answers asks #gamergirl sabezra au #cs romeo & juliet & boybands #saltinna #the shuttle #sabezra #this is (kinda) the way #captain swan #how we rewrte the stars #otp: im counting on you #otp: try something new darling #otp: a bargain from the ducal remnant counter

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