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[#252 Spill the tea]

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reblog-house · 28 days

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A Little Catching Up

Written for Hermit-a-day-May, day 12: Friends of Hermits. Or: Lizzie! ALSO written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 252, "Spill The Tea"

Wc: 1000

Ao3: Here!

It’d been a while since Lizzie last saw her husband in person, since he joined Hermitcraft. Good. That meant she was able to focus on other stuff that was on her mind. And it’s not like they never spoke, anyway.

At first, they called every day, but now it was every week or so, and every time she did, he had another story to tell. Apparently, there was something about… clones of himself? A murder mystery? A murder mystery about the clones of himself? Honestly, she stopped trying to disentangle that thing. She was happy not understanding and just hearing her husband ramble.

And then, Joel got the idea of traveling together in his brain — ‘To get some inspiration for my base, Lizzie’ — and she was more than willing to indulge him.

It was nice, getting to catch up properly, to spend some time together, before they each had to go to their respective servers. It was a much needed trip, and they got to see some very wonderful builds. She may not be pulling inspiration from it for her own creations, but she’d be lying if she said seeing all the views didn’t revitalize her a little.

It’d been less than a week since they parted ways and Lizzie was boiling a pot of tea when her phone rang. It was Joel.

“Hey babe,” she greeted, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hey Lizzie, what are you doing right now?” He spoke very fast. “Because I want to tell you something weird and don’t want you to break something.”

“Eh, nothing special,” she said, and with her phone now supported by her shoulder, she picked up the kettle before it could whistle. “Hit me with it.”

“Remember how I told you Etho was obsessed with me?”

“Uh, duh.” She began pouring the liquid into her cup.

“Well, apparently there’s someone worse.”

“That’s possible?” She asked sarcastically. “Wow.”

“Lizzie. I came back to like seven love letters addressed to me, Lizzie. Seven anonymous love letters!”

Lizzie choked and her grip on the kettle got unsteady. It spilled a bit around the cup. “Oh, crap.” It could’ve fallen on her.

“I know, what the hell! And the worst part is, he was convinced we had something going on, because someone left a sign on his base pretending to be me!”

She openly laughed now, and set the kettle with a clank before the boiling water could drop on her. He continued his pleas.

“I’m married, Lizzie! To you! And when I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him that way, he sent me a poem. A poem, Lizzie!”

Lizzie was delighted. She picked the mug with both hands and walked to the living room with it as he spoke.

“Did he, now?” She sat back onto her favorite armchair and set the mug on the side table.

“And now!” He was quickly growing agitated. Not in a negative way. Joels needed some agitation for enrichment. An agitated Joel was a sign of a healthy husband. “The context is too complicated to explain, but now I’m stuck having to make an armor stand –”

“Oh, armor stands! Your shrine for me was adorable. And little you! Oh I could just squish his cheeks.”

“...Thank you Lizzie. Right. Now I have to make an armor stand of myself professing my love to him or whatever so he leaves me alone.”

“Ha! Oh Joel, only you.”

“Only me? Lizzie, have some compassion. I’m dying over here!”

“I don’t know…” She brought the mug to her face and checked the color. Still a couple more minutes before she could drink it. “That seems like a Joel problem to me.”

He groaned, and she could just imagine him covering his face with his hands in frustration. She loved seeing him suffer.

“Right, the worst wife. She doesn’t listen to my suffering. I’m doomed. I’m in pain and she doesn’t empathize.”

She laughed again. “Well, if I’m so horrible of a wife, I think it’s time to go, now! My tea will be ready any minute now.” And with the most cheerful of tones. “Bye Joel! Good luck with the number one fan!”

There was a little moment of silence, and when Joel spoke again, it was like he was a different person. All the acceleration left his voice and who remained was the man she’d know for most of her life, who she would take strolls along the beach with, who proposed to her, who she spent a wonderful time with on their most recent trip.

“Bye babe. It was nice talking to you. It’s… it’s been a strange few days. I think the trip made me realize how much I missed you.”

She melted a little and didn’t try to hide it in her voice. “Oh, Joel. I can imagine. I miss you too. It’s been three months now, since you joined. Can you believe that?”

“And yet it sometimes feels like the first week. Like I’m still very new to it all. It’s so strange. How has time passed that fast but also so slow?”

“Something only the ruler of Stratos would know.”

“What- that… doesn’t make any sense. Why would I from-”

“I love you Joel.”

“Love you too, Lizzie. Right, I have some projects to be working on. Not the stupid statue. I’ll postpone that as much as possible. Maybe one day I can sneak you in so you could see how my base is coming along. See how the trip has helped me”

“I would like that. Just be careful of Xisuma noticing me!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring you in when he’s offline. Okay, bye now.”

“Bye!”

And like that, she ended the call.

It truly was nice to see him having fun on his new server and making new friends. If unwanted love letters counted as a new friend. She chuckled to herself. The situations that man got himself into, sometimes…

But she loved him all the same.

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bad-at-names-and-faces · 30 days

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Spill the Tea

Written for the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt "spill the tea" here is a Persuasion drabble...

The ship rocked in the waves. Anne kept to the bed in the cabin, while Frederick walked back and forth, even pouring himself a cup of tea. How he did not spill the tea, she could only wonder.

“Are you feeling well, Anne?” he asked.

“I’m fine, but I’m amazed that you are able to do so much in this weather.”

“I’ve been through much worse waters. You’ll become accustomed to it. If you’re not feeling unwell, that is a good start.”

Anne thought for a moment.

“No, indeed, I feel well enough. But for now, I will stay here.”

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nyamadermont · 30 days

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Tea in the Snow

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Avatar: The Legend of Korra

661 words

TW: referenced torture

Katara held open the door to the large lodge, and Zolt marched inside, Rohan cuddled close to his chest. When Tenzin bent down to give his mother a hug, Zolt stepped around him to let the rest of the crew through the door. He felt Lin come up along his other side, her arm reaching behind his back.

Tenzin straightened, saying, “Mother, this is Rohan.”

Zolt extended his arms to the baby’s grandmother. When the crying started, Zolt felt himself having to fight off tears. Lin squeezed him. Tenzin cooed into the baby’s ear, bringing him up against Katara’s chest.

“And this is Zoltan. Amon took his bending, as well.”

Katara looked up, and he could see the flash of recognition. “Zoltan is an unusual name. You were a firebender?”

Silently, Zolt nodded.

His hands fell to his sides, his arms feeling so painfully empty.

Lin spoke up. “Rohan was given to Zoltan to take care of when Pema died.” She glanced at Tenzin, continuing, “They stopped torturing Tenzin a little bit before they gave up on me.” She dropped her hand to lace her fingers with his. “Zoltan is why all three of us are still alive.”

And then Tenzin gave him a brief hug at the shoulders.

A small, giddy, part of him felt cuddled, his shoulder fitting neatly under Tenzin’s arms.

Rohan chose that moment to whimper again and Zolt reached for the child.

Katara smiled at him as she transferred the baby to him. “Thank you for taking care of them. It can’t have been easy. No matter what you did before, you have my gratitude.”

His eyes watered for real.

Tenzin folded closer to him, his other arm reaching for Lin, who slid her free hand along Tenzin’s waist. Rohan opened his eyes and reached for his father’s beard.

It was as if there were no other people in the world.

Zolt looked up at the gentle touch on his shoulder, seeing Asami, looking as tired and drawn as she had the entire trip. Behind her, he saw Mako and Bolin helping a younger couple set out a tea service.

“Senna has some tea and snacks for us. I think she’d really like it if people tried to eat. It sounds like she has been cooking since we called to say we were coming.”

Zolt exchanged glances with Lin and Tenzin, and they pulled apart just enough to move over to the seating.

Later, Zolt would notice that only Bolin and Tonraq were able to hold little Rohan for very long. Senna looked somewhat relieved, but Asami just looked a little more forlorn. Poor Bolin felt like he had to sit very, very still, but Rohan smiled at him more than at anyone else.

Mako and Lin went for a walk out in the compound, but when they came back, Rohan fussed until she picked him up. Mako got a spooked look and went to help Senna in the kitchen. He reemerged with a tray, carrying a pot and two small blue cups. Bolin hopped up and slid the door open long enough for Mako to pass the tray to Katara.

With Rohan content with Lin and Tenzin, Zolt took a teacup and slipped out through the front door.

The nearly unrelenting white expanse was overwhelming. It was so completely different from his native environment that he knew he would be a dead man in minutes, left to his own devices. The shivers didn’t take long to start, and soon, he was shaking too badly to keep his hands on the teacup, and it spilled on the snow at his feet.

The cup itself landed in the snow with a soft sigh.

He leaned over to pick it up, but his muscles cramped and he fell against the railing. He couldn’t fill his lungs with enough air

Breath of life Life of breath

He repeated the words to himself, but they faded away.

His vision blurred.

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a-forbidden-detective · 30 days

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Colluding

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF252 Spill the tea and @fluffbruary April 14 prompt : coffee | florist | vision

Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan suiri/ Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective

Pairing: RonToto, Ron & Kei Moore Kikuma

Words: 1148

Sprinkled with spoilers from Chapters 122 to 129, please tread carefully.

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RON didn’t think of seeing Kei ever again. He wished it could have happened when the younger man was not in danger. Would it be nice to have a conversation about the past and the present times without someone being killed or gravely hurt? So many things to catch up, so many things to talk about.

So when Ron’s phone rang and registered an unknown number, it made him raise his left eyebrow. It also made him a tad bit excited, truth to tell.

“Ron-senpai.” It was Kei, his voice a bit croaky, Ron surmised, from not speaking much. The forbidden detective made a sigh of relief. A gesture that seemed to encourage the other party to extend an invitation, to continue the acquaintance.

The Detective Alliance’s Japanese branch director was released from the hospital after the attack from Alice Moriarty’s men. Ron and Toto found out that Tiger Daniel Moriarty was still alive, who masterminded the attempted murder. Kei’s recuperation took place somewhere away from Tokyo, a place that no one knew except for the Detective Alliance insiders.

“I would be delighted if I could see you again …Ron… Senpai. Alone.” Out of the blue, Ron clutched his chest. His heart beat so fast. He turned his gaze to the door, any minute from now, Toto would return from the police briefing.

“Fine, tell me when and where can we meet up.”

When Ron turned 13, he and his mother did a road trip together heading to Akita. The town was teeming with onsen but they went to a particular place. A man was waiting for them at the gate. There was a boy next to him, clinging to his side, a boy much younger than him.

“Kiku!!!!” Ron ran up to the man whose familiarity urged him to come to him. He was a frequent visitor to his grandparents’ house and a confidante of his mother for years.

“Ron-kun you haven’t met my son, Kei.” Like him, the boy seemed to have a foreigner mother, judging from his features. What made him stand out was the copious amount of acne that began to build up on his forehead. Otherwise, Ron found him attractive. His black eyebrows reminded him of a samurai character he once read as a small child. He wanted to be acquainted with that boy someday.

And so here they were in the cafe inside the Detective Alliance’s secret headquarters in Japan. A car picked him up and brought him to Kei, who had already taken his seat waiting for him while drinking his English breakfast tea and was about to spread cream and strawberry jam on his scones.

“Care to join me for an afternoon tea?” There were lemon and carrot cakes and egg, cucumber and salmon sandwiches laid out on the two-tier silver tray apart from the newly baked scones the younger man was consuming at the moment.

“Only coffee for me, Kei. I had lunch with Toto.”

“Ah… of course.” Kei said. “How is he dealing with all of this? How is your … partner?” He tried hard not to show the disappointment tending to break onto the surface.

“You mean Toto?” The question bewildered Ron. The police officer would take it as a responsibility as it was a personal matter, a task that must be solved. Like always.

Who else?

Kei sensed his Senpai’s confusion and attempted to change the topic. After all, he didn’t know anything about the Japanese police investigator other than it was his father who was the couple’s matchmaker.

“He matters to you a lot, ne Ron-senpai?”

The question might seem daunting. Toto never advertised their relationship at all but everyone knew that they were partners in every sense of the word. There were of course some misunderstandings at first but somehow it was already resolved after the situation with Kawasemi-san and then later the fire at the Plateau Auberge that cemented their relationship. If Ron were honest to himself, he was not so sure of the former. It was true that the incident at the burning hotel confirmed that they were ready to die together, but when it came to Kawasemi-san he was not at all convinced Toto wanted to give up the Aichi police investigator and his affections. Toto was consciously avoiding the possibility of crossing paths with him and it made Ron uncomfortably suspicious. In his mind he gave Toto a carte blanche of his trust. No way Toto would betray him, would he?

“Yes, he is very important to me.”

As soon as Kei cut the telephone conversation, Toto began to speak. His eyes fiery and questioning.

“Spill the tea. What happened between the two of you? There must be something that you’ve done in the past that made him hate you.”

Ron looked at Toto then brought his attention to his lap, which seemed to be much more important than his partner’s concern.

“Like what he said, youthful indiscretion,” Ron said.

Toto surmised that he was avoiding the topic. So, he tried again.

“Excuse me? What did you mean by that? There are so many types of youthful indiscretions.”

“Before l headed to England to study at the BLUE Academy, Kei asked me that once we were finished, we should team up like my legendary ancestor and his companion had done.”

“And?” Toto knew that there might be more to it.

“It did not happen, of course. I told him that it would not do. I wanted to work alone.”

Ron took a bag of black sugar from the table and started to drink it then he stood up and opened the blinds. He usually never did, but something bothered him when he did not know the answer. Toto sensed his partner’s uneasiness. Kei was now a case he had to solve. A big one at that.

“That was the only reason?”

“What else should I tell you? What else is there to reveal? His immaturity will cause him his life! And the Detective Alliance is not much of a great help!” Ron hit the wall next to where he was standing that nearly gave Toto a heart attack. This show of emotion was out of character.

Toto shook his head out of frustration. Forcing Ron to be truthful was a perplexing task that Toto avoided if he could.

“After this, you must discuss whatever misunderstanding you two have. This cannot go on forever. One way or another we must continue cooperating with him, not only because of your detective license, but also knowing that he is Kiku-san’s son and a higher-up from the Detective Alliance, he could also be helpful to us.”

Ron smirked. “Somehow you begin to think like me, Toto. I like that.”

Toto went up to him and embraced him from behind, hoping that he could calm Ron down, even for a short while.

(tbc)

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renee-writer · 1 month

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Spill It

Written for the @flashfictionfridayofficial 252 prompt: Spill the Tea

Spill it

That tea

That secret

That thing you have

Never ever

Told

That ache

That pain

Spill it

It is alright

Really

He knows it anyway

Then why spill it

You may ask

Why drag up that

Horrible

Nasty

Thing

That secret

You have kept behind

A iron

Locked door

Deep in your heart

Why

It isn't because He doesn't

Know

No my sister

My brother

It is because

He knows just how much

That secret

That you are hiding from yourself

That secret sin

Hate

Unforgiveness

Is hurting you

Let Him search your heart

Bringing up all that junk

So He can forgive it

( He is longing to)

And forget it

So you can start too

As well.

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leighrobertsreads · 29 days

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Spill the Tea

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Word Count: 218 Fandom: Star Trek, sixbeforelunch's incredible Vulcan-focused Pi'maat series on AO3 (set in The Next Generation / Deep Space 9 era) Pairing: sixbeforelunch's wonderful Vulcan OCs, Veral/T'Lin Link to the first story in Pi'maat, where this scene is shown from T'Lin's perspective: Kal'i'farr heh T'naehm (only visible if you're logged into AO3)

Through their bond, Veral felt a wave of disgust from T'Lin, the virtual stranger who had agreed to risk her life to save his eight months ago when he burned without a mate… and tie herself to him for the rest of their lives. They had not exchanged a word before the hasty ceremony; he was far too deep into the fever to even speak his vows.

He knew what he looked like. Cosmetic surgery was for healing wounds and serious birth defects, not for modifying a healthy but unfortunate face. He had been denied when he requested it after a few years of the unsuccessful search for a replacement for his beloved Najin, who he had shockingly lost to a cancer detected too late that Vulcan medicine had been able to heal for centuries.

Wait. The disgust wasn't directed towards him, but the contents of her teacup; more specifically, the spices in her tea.

That he could do something about.

He made eye contact with the servant, a distant cousin just beginning to work her way up in his mother's conglomerate of businesses. He lifted his right index finger to signal for a new teapot, and then his left to request that it not be spiced.

After T'Lin had her first sip, he felt surprise. And gratitude.

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vza-writings · 1 month

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#FFF252 -- Spill the Tea

Hello everyone! It's been a few weeks since I've posted any work, but I'm here to get back into it. I recently graduated from university and I've been on the job hunt grind!

This story is about gossiping at work. Enjoy!

@flashfictionfridayofficial

“Did you hear?”

Al’s ears pricked, and he turned to the voice stage-whispering beside him. Mia held her server book tight and close to her chest, barely containing her excitement. He took the freshly-washed cups out of the tray and began to stack them next to the soda fountain.

“Hear what?” Al didn’t lower his volume. He never understood gossiping and wouldn’t stoop so low as to talk about his coworkers behind their back. He would listen, though.

“Evelyn. I heard she’s getting fired!” Mia put her book in her apron and leaned across Al. She took a cup and began to fill it with ice and sweet tea.

Al raised a brow. “Oh?” As far as he knew, Evelyn was a top server. She often brought her sales to over $1,000, and she always served the busiest sections.

“Mhm!” Mia stared at Al, silently urging him to ask more.

Al rolled his eyes and picked up the cup tray to bring back to the kitchen. He was curious, despite himself. “Why is she getting fired, Mia?”

“A customer complained about her adjusting tips! Evelyn’s running home to get the receipt for his meal at the end of her shift. If it doesn’t match what she put in, she’s donezo.” Mia couldn’t contain her enthusiasm.

Al turned to face Mia and almost dropped the empty cup tray.

“Donezo isn’t a nice term, Mia.” Evelyn crossed her arms and stared into the back of Mia’s head.

Mia jumped and spun around, the full cup of tea dropping and splashing all over their feet.

“Evelyn!”

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onceuponanaromantic · 1 month

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upstream and across the wind

(Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt FFF252: Spill the Tea. Enjoy!)

They tell stories about the Oracle who sits in a little cottage at the end of the wood. For you see, humans can only see the present, but the Oracle can move through the past and the future too.

It bears some truth, but the stories do not know the whole of it.

They call her the Oracle sometimes, and the Storyteller at other times. It depends on who seeks her. It depends too on what they want to know. When they want to know answers, they come through the forest, though sometimes they come from far away, from places with only sand or only ice. But always, they reach the cottage when they have a question, and they look for the woman who time does not touch.

She wears her age loosely around her shoulders. She has never bothered with active deceit, but she always had tea available steaming and there are silver strands darting through the darkness of her hair. She lets them assume, although they usually call her an old woman with steady hands and deep red staining the fingertips.

Heroes die, villains and mentors alike win their narrative’s battles and die later. Once upon a time, she knew better than to stand outside the circle of time.

That was before she learned.

Today’s visitor is another hero, who seeks to know the past. She likes these better than the ones who look for the future, and demand that she read their futures in her tea leaves. They come to her cottage where the darting shadows of the forest close in and the birds fly high above the forest, but never come in. In the distance, something burbles on a stove and a river is always running somewhere in the distance.

As the sunlight filters in through the dusty windows, she sends off this one with a story about a young woman who fell in love with a god. She tells them about the flickering candlelight as the wax dripped on her lover’s face, waking him, and she tells them about the old lady in the woods who was a goddess herself who gave her a box of death to save herself. But in her arrogance, she opened the box, believing that it had beauty within.

They all come with the same question, and she wonders if they ever get bored with it, even as it burns them alive. How do I win?

The answer being: are you running away or towards?

The correct answer, of course, is neither. But you must give the correct answer before you know it.

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“Don’t-“ A young woman with blood on her hands carries her lover’s body to her, eyes burning with determination. “Tell me how I save him.”

“You can’t.”

The young woman slams her hands onto the table, before the old woman. Around them, the flames paint stories on the walls and something bubbles in the background.

“Tell me where in the past I must go.”

The old woman looks at the youth. All this is relative, because the old woman is not so old that all her hair has faded to grey and the young woman has creases around her eyes and a tightness to her mouth that betrays the kind of love that only comes with living long enough to grieve.

“Go upstream the river that leads to the end of the world.”

She didn’t find the answer to her question there. What she did find was an answer.

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This one comes offering a song. In exchange, he asks that she keep his name in history, and that she tells no one how to follow him down the path beyond the forest.

She takes in the golden tinge to his hands and the stench of rot that clings to his feet, and she agrees. The summertime has faded by this point, cloying in its sweetness and the stench of death.

Days later, she hears of a golden statue in an old palace, where a king blessed with the golden touch starved himself to death.

She keeps her promises, and she tells a story of a noble god who blessed and cursed a human at the same time. And she leaves the truth of the story to fade.

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She walks into a city of ruins.

Her heroes died in valiant fights, perishing on the battlefield. Her mentors had long since perished to time, while she had gone upstream, trying frantically to feel for the knot in the fabric of time that would allow her to spill the tea from a pot and save everyone she had loved.

It was unfair: the heroes died, their villains survived, and she, the coward, had outlasted them all.

She fiddles with the fabric of time: a brushstroke on one document here, the ink spilling like blood along her fingers, a knife blade there in some minister’s pockets so he has something to defend himself with when his allies turn traitor.

She returns to her time, screaming, fingers bleeding.

“What is the point-,“ she whispers, voice hoarse as she lies on the ground at her mentor’s feet, “what is the point of it- of any of it- if I can’t change anything? What is the point of knowing anything?”

“There are points in time that are fixed.” Her mentor says quietly but not without sympathy. “And there are points that can be changed. But you’ll learn, with experience, that the difference doesn’t always matter.”

The letter gets burned, and a war sparks. The minister dies by poison instead of a knife to the back on a moonless night.

She cries herself to sleep.

“That’s the hazard of our position,” her mentor says quietly, passing over a teacup filled with tea when she’s finally recovered enough from the hysteria to sit upright. “We See and nobody believes us. And if they believe, they do not understand.”

“I understand, my lady.” She did not understand then, but she would, later.

“Call me Cassandra,” the teacup clinks back into its saucer, “You might as well.”

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A young woman steps back through the gate of her cottage, hands stained with blood and eyes wild with sorrow.

“Tell me how to save him.” Her hands are bloody but her eyes are steady. Her face creases, and the light of the flame flickers across her face, dappling against the creases where age has left its marks. It looks like the underside of the river when it rains, when you submerge your whole body beneath the water because living is more painful than drowning and the cold of the rain and the water merge into one.

Her hands too are stained in a healer’s blood and the furious grief of someone who can learn but will not. Not until it's too late.

“Go upstream the river at the end of the world.” She says, placing the teacup down.

For you see, humans can only affect the present, but the Oracle can move through the past and the future too.

And they tell stories about the Oracle who sits in a little cottage at the end of the wood.

#syl's writing #flash fiction friday #fff252 #spill the tea #also if it breaks anyone else’s heart #It’s not in the story but this Oracle’s name is Ophelia

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Stories

written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: FFF252; spill the tea warnings: none word count: 731

The attic was old, dusty, stifling. Pale pink insulation fluffed against the walls, looking as soft as cotton candy. When she found herself reaching out a delicate finger, Luna reminded herself of her grandmother’s words: It may look poofy, but you will be wishing you never touched it once you did.

So, she steeled herself and returned to her task.

Sometimes she hated old houses.

Clouds of ancient dust puffed up in her face as she moved boxes. She needed black heels – the old kind – for her theater production. Her grandmother had offered her the heels. She hadn’t offered to help look for them.

“How much stuff is even in here?” Luna grumbled, as moving away what she thought was the final box only revealed more. She’d never thought of her grandmother as a hoarder, but that was exactly what she was.

Arms straining with the motion, Luna lifted the actual final box. This was the heaviest. And as she tried to move it away, her arms decided to give up. The box dropped to the ground, spilling its contents all over the place.

Luna’s attention was instantly drawn to a small scrapbook. When it crashed to the floor, it had opened to a page of sage green. Pictures of what must have been Luna’s grandmother as a teenager adorned the pages, along with various others. On one side was a piece of paper - wow! - torn up and stuck to the page.

Today something terrible happened, read the scrawling writing, I’m afraid June has betrayed me.

Luna’s mind screeched to a halt. Without really processing what she was doing, she tore the letter out of the scrapbook and raced down the attic ladder.

She skidded to a stop right in front of her grandmother’s room. It was an old-fashioned door, made of wood and not steel. Most of Grandmother’s things were old.

Like the scrapbook.

Luna lifted her hand to knock. One of the things her grandmother had taught her from the good old days was that you had to knock before entering a room. There was no alert system to notify a room’s occupant of a visitor.

“Come in!” came Grandmother’s voice, creaky but strong.

Luna pushed open the door. Her grandmother was propped up against the headboard of her bed, pillows as a buffer between the wood – still odd – and her back.

At the sight of Luna, Grandmother’s face broke out into a smile. “Ah, Luna.” She gestured to a seat by the bed. “It’s nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you as well, Grandmother.” Luna took a delicate seat on the chair, a hardbacked black one made of wood. She hesitated, then passed the letter from the scrapbook over. “I was looking for your heels, and I found this. I was wondering…”

Grandmother’s expression flickered between dark and light. She stared down at the letter. “You wish to know what June did to me, yes?” At Luna’s nod, she sighed. “This will require some knowledge of the past. You see, Luna, one of the most popular phrases back then was spill the tea.”

“Spill the tea?” Luna echoed.

“Spill the tea,” Grandmother said. “It meant gossip, essentially, and poor June was entranced by it. She spilled too much of my tea and didn’t have enough napkins to sop it up.”

The train of thought confused Luna, but she stayed silent.

“Therefore, I wrote in this journal. We liked to text a lot, but if you wanted to really express your hate, you wrote about them in your diary.”

“Journaling,” Luna breathed. She couldn’t remember the last time Grandmother brought out her old pencil to demonstrate what writing was like when she was a young girl. “So, June betrayed you by gossiping?”

“Pretty much,” Grandmother said. There was a glint in her eye. “But that wasn’t the last of my adventures with June…”

Luna leaned in.

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polizwrites · 30 days

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Baring His Soul

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF252 Spill the tea] as well as my @steverogersbingo B2 - Streaking square.

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: Teen Tags: No Powers AU, College AU, pre-serum!Steve, mutual pining Summary: Bucky stands up for his crush, despite his crazy stunt.

Word Count: 634

“Did you hear who went streaking across the quad this morning?”

Bucky didn’t generally make a habit of eavesdropping, but even he couldn’t resist listening in to a classmate who was apparently about to share a juicy bit of campus gossip. Usually it was Natasha who was spilling the tea - but apparently Jack had the latest news this time around.

“It wasn’t Thor again, was it?” Brock replied. The transfer student had an unfortunate habit of using the community hot tub in the nude and nearly everyone on campus had been treated to the sight of his thunder thighs, as well as the hammer that hung between them.

“Nah - it was Steve Rogers, of all people.”

“Probably protesting something or other,” Brock snorted, “as if anyone cared what his scrawny bare ass thought.”

Bucky happened to care very much about Steve’s ass - bare or otherwise, and definitely not scrawny - as well as for Steve himself. Not that he’d breathed a word about it to anyone else.

“Did he get caught?” Brock asked the question that was on the tip of Bucky’s tongue.

“Yeah - but it was by Erskine, and everybody knows Rogers is his favorite student.” Bucky could almost hear Jack's eyes rolling. “He’ll probably just get his hand slapped.”

“That runt needs to get taken down a peg or two,” Brock muttered. “Always going on with that social justice woke bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” Bucky found himself saying. “And anyone with the courage to look outside their own little bubble knows it.”

“Nobody asked your opinion, Barnes,” Jack sneered.

“Well, you’re getting it anyways,” Bucky shot back. “Steve Rogers is twice the man that either of you could ever hope to be. He’s smart, talented, determined and kind -- he actually cares about people instead of seeing them as stepping stones.”

“Aw - do you have a crush on that skinny blond twerp or something?” Brock asked mockingly.

Bucky could feel his cheeks heating as he replied, “That’s beside the point. Now go crawl back under your rocks.” He stared them both down as the clock tower chimed quarter til the hour.

“If I didn’t have to get to practice,” Brock huffed, “I’d make you eat those words, Barnes.”

“Name the time and place, Brock,” Bucky answered steadily. “I stand by every word I said.”

Jack glanced behind Bucky and a smirk spread across his face. “Are you so sure about that, James?” He gestured showily before walking away.

Bucky turned to see Steve standing there. “How much did you hear of that?” he blurted out.

“I stopped just around the corner when I heard Brock running his big mouth,” Steve explained, grimacing slightly. “I appreciate you standing up for me, even if I don’t deserve it.”

“What do you mean?”

“The whole streaking thing,” Steve’s cheeks pinked as he scrubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, “was because I lost a bet with Sharon.”

Bucky blinked in surprise. “What kind of bet?”

Steve’s blush darkened. “To ask someone I really liked out on a date.”

“You’re telling me you’d rather sprint naked across the quad than ask some girl to go get coffee with you?”

“Not a girl. And not just some guy, either.” Steve inhaled sharply through his nose. “He’s handsome, smart and funny - and apparently he still managed to see the best in me even after this skinny blond twerp made an ass of himself.”

Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. “You heard all that, huh?”

Steve nodded. “So, it kind of sounded like maybe I could have asked him out after all?”

“Yeah.” Bucky swallowed hard. “Because he’s clearly too chicken-shit to ask you out.”

Steve gave him a shy smile and held out his hand. “How about we both be a little afraid together?”

“Sounds good to me.”

#writing stuff #flash fic friday #fanficlet #Stucky #College AU #shameless self promo

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 15 May 2024

A super-productive week, even if almost all of the words went on a single fic! I touched 3 fics (2 new works & 1 WIPs) for a total of 3160 words!

On Ao3, I posted:

Chapter Two of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong - omegaverse reality show with Alpha!Bucky as The Bachelor (eventual WinterIron)

Amplification - post-Project Rebirth Steve self-reflection.

On Tumblr I posted:

Baring His Soul - a Stucky college AU - mutual pining/love confessions

I’m juggling 17 active/semi-active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Post July Break Bingo and Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse which both end in May.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends May 2024)

Four fills and on my 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - not sure I’m going to get the remaining two squares filled or not...

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings â€“ I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Need to see if an BaBB or WIB prompt will work here.

* C1 - Touch Starved “ another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) - again - need to work on crossfills (Warm & Fluffy?)

Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse [BBC4_R2] (Ends May 31 2024)

Another fun event from the good folks over at @buckybarnesevents! You sign up for a single row card of four squares and the challenge is to see if you can combine any/all into a single Bucky-centric AU fanwork - although you can also create fanworks that are based on a single or combo of 2-3 squares if you want.

The combo of prompts on my first card [Reality Show, Omegaverse, Talent/Manager, Royalty] sparked an idea: Alpha!Bucky as a prince in name only who gets talked into joining a reality show that is supposed to match him up with an omegaâ€¦ but there’s a twist!

Chapter Two of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong posted on Friday. It came in at 1547 words and kinda-sorta fills my SRB Comic Artist Steve square. Chapter Three is another longer chapter - drafted at 2111 words and will belatedly fill the Build a Bucky Bingo April prompt Laser Tag along with the WIB May adoptable New Beginnings when I post it on Friday. Chapter Four is likely to be hefty as well - it’s currently sitting at 1842 words and the second challenge was just announced. I’m targeting to post this on the 24th with a possible fifth/final chapter sliding in on the 31st, since I believe the fic has to be finished by the end of May. (I’m going on holiday starting the 24th with very little time to write, which is just gonna be even more of a challenge!)

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends 15 Jun 2024)

Eighteen fills, three bingos and no WIPs at the moment - need to ponder other possible crossovers with my non-fandom cards & BaBB.

* A4 - Dystopian - I squished this square a bit to match it with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF248 Watching Birds] for The Thing with Feathers - where Steve is making his way through a post-apocalyptic world. It came in at 260 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.

* B2 - Streaking - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF252 Spill the tea] for Baring His Soul - a Stucky college AU where Steve’s crazy stunt leads to mutual love confessions. It came in at 634 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.

* C1 - Comic Artist Steve - kinda-sorta filled this Chapter Two of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong - see BBC4_R2 above.

* C5 - Exes to Lovers - Have an idea I’m playing with that will also fill the BaBB May prompt: Wrong Number.

* E3 - Steampunk - Squished this square to combine it with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF250 Rushing Train] for An Attractive Concept - a vaguely steampunk mostly-platonic Stony ficlet where Tony tells Steve about his newest invention. It came in at 380 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.

* E5 - Oversensitivity/Enhanced Senses - paired this up with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF246 Pinprick] for Amplification. It’s a Steve POV ficlet where he reflects on the effects of Project Rebirth - I posted it to Ao3 this morning where it came in at 333 words.

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] (Ends TBD)

Working on this Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of Kate Bishop fic as well!

* A3 - Awkward Flirting â€“ this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] (Ends 1 Sep 2024)

Another fun year-long event from the folks at @buckybarnesevents! Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one each month for your card! At sixteen fills and three WIPs with five months to go, I seem to be going a bit overboard...

* April: Laser Tag - belatedly filling this with Chapter Three of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong - see BBB_C4 above.

* May: Bucky’s Trigger Words - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF251 Out There] for Just To Live One Day Out There - a Winter Soldier self-reflective ficlet. It came in at 312 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the end of the month.

* May: Praise Kink - planning to fill this with Chapter Six of A Little Bit Carried Away where Alpha!Bucky and omega!Tony get to live out their fantasies. It’s sitting at 641 words and will probably post in mid-June.

* May: Backyard Cookout - planning to fill this with Chapter Four of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong, where a cookout is one of the reality show challenges.

* May: Wrong Number - see SRB Exes to Lovers above.

WinterIron Bingo Round 2 [WIB_R2] {Ends 16 Dec 2024}

Signups are still open for pre-made cards for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I have eleven fills and one WIPs at the moment.

* Iron Soldier (One Bingo, One Fill) - looking at combining my Column B prompts: Matchmaker, Bucky Riding Tony, Stark Gala, Inside Joke and Threesome. Still working on a plot - if you have any suggestions/want-to-sees - let me know!

*I4 - SHIELD HQ - combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF245 You Never Cared] and wrote Fathers Don’t Know Best - No Power AU with Bucky working as an analyst at SHIELD who stumbles across a late night visitor to the lobby. It came in at 407 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.

* N1 - Hair Pulling Kink - thanks to a fun prompt from @scottxlogan - I filled this square with Untangling Their Attraction - where Tony’s offer of assistance leads to mutual kink discovery (not as racy as it might sound). It’s coming in at 544 words and will post to Ao3 before this event is over.

* N5 - "I'm here for you." - Possibly the next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?

* G5 - AU: Office - filling this with the May WinterIron Bingo Party Round Robin â€“ my part came in at 403 words and I’ll share the link once it’s completed and posted to Ao3.

Warm and Fluffy Bingo [WFB] (no end date)

Six fills on my card, courtesy of @warmandfluffybingocards - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On other creative fronts: I am working on a Godzilla figure for an upcoming con as well as Jack Russell & Elsa Bloodstone from Werewolf by Night for a commission, along with a Bucky Barnes.

If you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #wip update #shameless self promo

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PoliZ's Wip Update 29 May & 5Jun 2024

Was on vacation all last week & part of this - I touched three fics (1 new & 2 WIPs) - for a combined word count over the past two weeks of 1928.

On Ao3, I posted:

Chapters Four and Five of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong - omegaverse reality show with Alpha!Bucky as The Bachelor (eventual WinterIron)

There And Back Again - a platonic Stucky ficlet

On Tumblr I posted:

Staring at the Edge of the Water - a Merfolk AU with Steve POV and vague Disney references.

I’m juggling 17 active/semi-active WIPs with my current deadline being the Steve Rogers Bingo which ends on June 15th.

Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends May 2024)

Four fills - need to get a masterpost put together.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse [BBC4_R2] (Ends May 31 2024)

Chapters Four and Five of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong are now posted, with a sixth chapter in progress (835 words as of this morning). These chapters filled my BaBB May: Backyard Cookout prompt and Friends to Lovers prompts. Chapter Six will fill the BaBB June: Inconvenient Attraction square and possibly a Hot Bucky Summer square.

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends 15 Jun 2024)

Twenty-one fills, two bingos and no WIPs at the moment - need to ponder other possible crossovers with my non-fandom cards & BaBB.

* B2 - Streaking - combined this with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF252 Spill the tea] for Baring His Soul - a Stucky college AU where Steve’s crazy stunt leads to mutual love confessions. It came in at 634 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.

* C2 - "In order to grow, you must let go of the past" (Sarah Rogers) - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF253 Pushing Up Daisies] for a canon-compliant ficlet. A Time to Lose and a Time to Keep, where Steve is reflecting on the recent loss of his mother. It came in at 182 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.

* C4 - Tolkien - Posted There And Back Again this morning. It’s a short platonic Stucky fill with Steve buying Bucky the sequels to one of his favorite books. It came in at 433 words.

* C5 - Exes to Lovers - Have an idea I’m playing with that will also fill the BaBB May prompt: Wrong Number. We’ll see if I have time to write it before the deadline!

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] (Ends TBD)

Working on this Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of Kate Bishop fic as well!

* A3 - Awkward Flirting â€“ this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] (Ends 1 Sep 2024)

Another fun year-long event from the folks at @buckybarnesevents! Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one each month for your card! At seventeen fills and two WIPs with five months to go, I seem to be going a bit overboard â€¦. ðŸ˜

* May: Praise Kink - planning to fill this with Chapter Six of A Little Bit Carried Away where Alpha!Bucky and omega!Tony get to live out their fantasies. It’s sitting at 754 words and will probably post in mid-June.

* May: Backyard Cookout - Filled this with Chapter Four (and FIve) of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong, where a cookout is one of the reality show challenges.

* May: Wrong Number - see SRB Exes to Lovers above.

* June: Inconvenient Attraction - see BBC4_R2 above.

WinterIron Bingo Round 2 [WIB_R2] (Ends 16 Dec 2024)

Signups are still open for pre-made cards for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I have thirteen fills and one WIPs at the moment.

* N5 - "I'm here for you." - Possibly the next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?

Warm and Fluffy Bingo [WFB] (no end date)

Six fills on my card, courtesy of @warmandfluffybingocards - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On other creative fronts: I am working on a Buc-ee Barnes: The Winter Mascot as a custom commission, along with a Count Orlok/Nosferatu for another commission.

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #wip update #shameless self promo

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 22 May 2024

An average writing week - still mostly focused on one fic. I touched 3 fics (2 new works & 2 WIPs) for a total of 1903 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

Chapter Three of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong - omegaverse reality show with Alpha!Bucky as The Bachelor (eventual WinterIron)

The Thing with Feathers - a dystopia/post-apocalyptic ficlet - Steve POV.

On Tumblr I posted:

A Time to Lose and a Time to Keep - a pre-war Steve POV ficlet.

I’m juggling 17 active/semi-active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Post July Break Bingo and Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse which both end in May.

Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends May 2024)

Four fills and on my 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - not sure I’m going to get the remaining two squares filled or not!

* C1 - Touch Starved â€“ another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) - again - need to work on crossfills (Warm & Fluffy?)

Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse [BBC4_R2] (Ends May 31 2024)

Chapter Three of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong posted on Friday. It came in at 2107 words and belatedly filled the Build a Bucky Bingo April prompt Laser Tag along with the WIB May adoptable New Beginnings. Chapter Four is drafted at 1842 words and will fill the BaBB May: Backyard Cookout prompt when I post it on Friday the 24th. Chapter Five is currently sitting at 1037 words and probably filling the BaBB May: Friends to Lovers prompt and will be posted on the 31st if all goes well. I don’t think I’ll be able to wrap the fic up with that since this story keeps sprouting scenes like kudzu, so stay tuned for a potential Chapter Six sometime in June.

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends 15 Jun 2024)

Twenty fills, two bingos and no WIPs at the moment - need to ponder other possible crossovers with my non-fandom cards & BaBB.

* A4 - Dystopian - Posted The Thing with Feathers to Ao3 this morning. I squished this square a bit to match it with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF248 Watching Birds] â€“ Steve is making his way through a post-apocalyptic world. It came in at 260 words.

* C4 - Tolkien - had an idea pop into my head that gave me a short platonic Stucky fill for this square. There and Back Again is coming in at 431 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event is over.

* C5 - Exes to Lovers - Have an idea I’m playing with that will also fill the BaBB May prompt: Wrong Number.

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] (Ends TBD)

Working on this Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of Kate Bishop fic as well!

* A3 - Awkward Flirting â€“ this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] (Ends 1 Sep 2024)

* April: Laser Tag - belatedly filled this with Chapter Three of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong - see BBB_C4 above.

* May: Backyard Cookout - Filling this with Chapter Four (and FIve) of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong, where a cookout is one of the reality show challenges. Chapter Four is sitting at 1842 and Chapter Five is up to 1042 words.

* May: Wrong Number - see SRB Exes to Lovers above.

WinterIron Bingo Round 2 [WIB_R2] (Ends 16 Dec 2024)

Signups are still open for pre-made cards for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I have thirteen fills and one WIPs at the moment.

* N5 - "I'm here for you." - Possibly the next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?

* G5 - AU: Office - filled this with the WinterIron Bingo Round Robin- May 2024 fic where Bucky and Tony are work rivals that might also be attracted to one another â€“ my part came in at 403 words.

Warm and Fluffy Bingo [WFB] (no end date)

Six fills on my card, courtesy of @warmandfluffybingocards - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On other creative fronts: I am working on Jack Russell & Elsa Bloodstone from Werewolf by Night for a commission, along with a Count Orlok/Nosferatu for another commission.

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #wip update #shameless self promo

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