#Fishermen Series 6

[persevereforahappyending]

Luck Runs Out |Part 1|

Pairing: Mabel x Reader

Summary: When your luck runs out you unknowingly drag Mabel back into the life, she's so desperate to escape.

Warnings: Drugs, Guns, Violence

Word Count: 2.4k

Note: This is what happens when hyperfixations converge

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

“Cut the line!” You screamed over the raging storm and grinding machine.

“No!” Your captain yelled. “We can’t let the product go!”

“We have to!” you turned to face the captain.

“We have too much money riding on this drop.”

You watched as your fellow crewman continued to push the lever, trying to raise the net with product. You lifted thousands of pounds of fish almost daily so drugs shouldn’t be any different. It wasn’t usually different. The thing about machines though, no matter how many times you’ve used them, no matter how reliable they were in the past, they could still break.

The machine continued to groan, the wire grinding and struggling to raise the net. It was a bigger drop than usual, but it wasn’t anything you and the crew couldn’t handle. The thing that didn’t help though was that there was a major storm, the waves crashing around the boat, swaying it violently back and forth as your crew tried to raise the drugs. Most fishermen would have held out in leaving the dock when they heard the storm would be rolling in, just wait for it to pass and leave in the morning to get their catches. Your crew had a time limit though, you were told about the drop and drug dealers didn’t care about a ‘little storm’ in their words. Your job was just to get the drugs and bring them in.

“We have to cut the line!” You shouted, begging your captain to see reason.

“No!” He screamed back. “We get this line up or being out of a job will be the least of our worries.”

The grinding got louder, you looked to see the device to lift the net now smoking. Any other captain would have told them to cut the line, it would have sucked, but any other fishermen would have just taken the loss of the catch, the risk wasn’t worth it. You weren’t just any other fishermen though; you were the best. Your crew brought in some of the biggest catches, you were on one of the nicest fishing boats in the harbor, for fishermen the whole crew were well off not just the captain. You were also drug smugglers, you moved more drugs than fish, that’s where the real money came from.

“Screw it!” You said, watching as your crew mate struggled with the lever, losing his grip and as he slipped from a large wave that crashed onto the deck. The lever went down, the cord holding the product started to drop back into the ocean. Your crew mate quickly recovered and grabbed the lever, pushing it up as he caught the product, the cargo swinging from the sudden change.

You rushed forward, moving to push your crew mate out of the way when the cocking of a gun stopped you in your tracks. You heard it clearly, as if there weren’t crashing waves and thunder surrounding you.

“I said no,” your captain repeated.

You slowly turned to see your captain aiming a revolver at your head. You stared down the barrel of the gun, looking over it to see no hesitation in your captains’ eyes. You took a step away from the machine, refusing to back down from your captain's gaze. He was your captain, this was his ship, what he said was law, if he asked the men to throw you overboard, they would. A crew was supposed to be like family, fishing was dangerous, and the ocean was unforgiving, if you couldn’t rely on your crew, you might as well be dead. Everyone had a job and you needed to trust everyone would do their job, if you couldn’t trust them, then there was risk, everything could go wrong, and on the ocean, if something goes wrong it can not only cost you your life but your entire crews.

There was a groan then a loud snap, breaking the tense moment. Your eyes left the gun pointed at you and went to where the drugs were being lifted. One of the cables had snapped, the other was straining itself to hold the load. With the crew distracted you ran forwards, hitting the button to release the load. The net of drugs instantly dropped; the boat harshly swayed at the change in weight, sending you flying back into the side of the boat, nearly going over the edge.

You held onto the edge, trying to keep yourself upright. You turned around just as a shot rang out. An incredible force hit your shoulder, flipping you over the side of the boat. The cord that had broken free of the machine lifting the drugs entered the water, wrapping around your ankle as it trailed after the net it was connected to, the drugs you tried so hard to cut loose to save everyone was now dragging you to the bottom of the ocean. You weren’t a good person, you’d made a lot of bad choices in life, whatever the reason for those choices ultimately led you to where you were now. You always knew getting involved with this life was most likely a death sentence. Maybe the god of the sea would take mercy on you, maybe remake you into a shark or something cool. You weren’t that lucky though; the sea god was just as ruthless and merciless as the ocean he ruled. You were in his domain; you didn’t deserve his mercy.

You watched as the light from the boat slowly faded. You weren’t sure if they were leaving you, they probably were, or if you were too deep for light to reach, also probable, or made you were starting to blackout from whatever hit you, also highly likely. You deserved this, sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor, alone in the dark with nothing to do but rot. You deserved this.

Your eyes snapped open, the saltwater stinging them. You might have deserved to die like this but that didn’t mean you were going to make it easy. You were a fighter to the very end and there was no way you were going to sit back and just let the ocean take you. You swam up, trying to kick your foot loose from the cord it was tangled in. the cord seemed to only get more tangled, the pallet of drugs only pulling you deeper by the second. You felt around, searching your body for the knife you always kept on you. You let out an internal sigh of relief when your finger brushed the metal, your hand quickly gripping the rubber handle.

You freed your knife and swam down, the cord that was around your ankle was too thick to cut through, you were going to need to cut the net the drugs were in. You swam further down, black spots dancing in the corner of your eyes. You felt around, finally feeling the net, following the path of the net until you found where the cord around your leg connected to the net. You quickly dug the knife into the rope, sawing back and forth until the cord broke free. You didn’t waste a second, quickly swimming back to the surface.

You broke through the water, gasping for air, trying to keep your head above the water as the waves crashed over you. The storm was still raging, you looked around, seeing nothing but the glint of your knife in the moonlight. A few seconds after floating on the water, trying to reserve your energy since you didn’t know right from left in the ocean. If you just started swimming you could end up going further out to sea. You needed to find a piece of driftwood or something just to keep yourself afloat as the current guided you back to shore.

You sheathed the knife back at your side, not removing your hand until you knew it was secure. You reached down, bringing your leg up as you tried to detangle the cord from your ankle, while also keeping your head above the water. The cord was thick and heavy, it kept trying to drag you down but eventually you got it around your foot, kicking your foot to untangle the rest of it until you were finally free.

Something else broke the surface, making you jump but when you got closer you saw it, three tightly sealed packs of drugs. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, the drugs that seemed to be your downfall might be the thing that saved you. You swam to them, pushing them as close as you could together, holding them in place as they kept you afloat.

You pulled out your necklace that you always kept tucked under your shirt, giving it a kiss, silently thanking Poseidon or any other sea god that might exist. You didn’t necessarily believe in the Greek gods, but you grew up hearing those stories, fascinated by the mythology of it all. When you got into fishing your mother gifted you a little trident necklace and ever since you had never taken it off. You knew it was kind of stupid and your crew always made fun of you for it, but you always kissed it before going out to sea and held onto it during difficult times. You didn’t believe in it but on the off chance that the gods were real you wanted to show your support in some way, besides, representing the god of the sea and showing him respect didn’t hurt anything. It gave you comfort, believing in a god, believing that when you went out to sea you’d be protected and if the worse came, then you’d have somewhere to go, that your soul might be protected in the afterlife.

Or maybe Poseidon saved you only to let you die a far harsher death. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean isn’t ideal but it would have been quicker than your current predicament. Now you were floating in the middle of the ocean, a couple bags of drugs the only think keeping you from exhausting yourself and sending you back down to your demise. No one knew where you were, no one would come for you, your crew would lie about what happened and everyone would write you off as dead. You were soaked down to your bones, the top half of your body shivering in the moonlight, you had no food, no water. Your only hope of rescue was being close enough to shore that the tide would carry you in before you died from dehydration, which you knew wasn’t likely. Otherwise, your fate lied in the coast guard stumbling upon you or some unsuspecting fisherman catching sight of you as they set out for their catch.

You sighed, closing your eyes, yeah, the sea god was pissed at you. You couldn’t blame him; you did taint his ocean with drugs after all. You deserved everything that was coming to you. At least the rain stopped, maybe you were being shown mercy after all, maybe Poseidon wasn’t going to allow you to die alone, in the ocean, in the freezing rain. To most that wouldn’t seem like a kindness but for a god that was about as merciful as it got. You were lucky the waves weren’t still crashing over you, refusing to allow you to break through to the surface, fighting your way up and the surface just constantly being out of reach. If you were to die by simple dehydration, then you were lucky.

You had one arm stretched out over the packs of drugs to help keep them together, your fingertips dipping into the water with each movement of the waves. You rested your head against the packs, your eyelids becoming heavy despite your desire to keep them open. The last thing you saw was the moonlight before you finally lost consciousness.

Your eyes slowly fluttered, squinting as you tried to look around but quickly dropped your head back down when you didn’t have the strength to lift it. You groaned, as you reached over, touching your shoulder, gritting your teeth at the pain that shot through your entire body at the lightest touch. When you pulled your hand away, resting it in front of your face as you opened your eyes just a bit more to see your fingers coated red. With that your eyes slowly closed again.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, not able to open your eyes again. The sun beating down on you as you swayed with the waves. You weren’t sure where they were taking you, to shore, or further out into the ocean, inching closer to your demise with each wave.

The waves got rougher, making you regain consciousness for a second. It sounded like people were talking, you nodded thinking you finally succumbed to delusions and now you were hearing things. Certainly, it was only a matter of time before the ocean took you again, dragging you back down to your watery tomb.

Death never came though, you were gripped by the shoulders and hoisted upward, gently being placed back down on a hard surface. You tried to open your eyes, squinting as you saw a handful of silhouettes standing over you. One of them stood taller than the other, looking down at you as he pointed to the others, seeming to give them orders. When he turned, the sunlight hitting him just right, you could see he had a beard, he also smelled oddly like fish, maybe Poseidon was real after all, or maybe you smelled like fish, you were on a fishing boat the night before and had been in the ocean since then.

“Holy shit,” someone whispered, the first thing you could properly hear but your eyes wanted to remain closed as you tried to turn toward the voice.

“Let’s get back to shore!” someone ordered.

“We need to get them to a hospital,” another voice said. This voice was closer to you, and you felt pressure go to your injured shoulder, causing you to let out a cry, your body jolting from the pain but quickly flopping back down again.

“No,” you rasped out. “No hospital.” You tried to raise your hand to wave them off, but you didn’t think your hand ever left the ground. “No,” you breathed out before finally fully losing consciousness again.

#mabel finestkind #mabel (finestkind) #mabel x reader #mabel x you #mabel x fem!reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #finestkind 2023 #luck runs out

[cherrsnut]

Hostage series

Finnick Odair x Healer!reader

Summary: Up until now, your life has been a solitary one. Being the sole owner of an herbal shop, and apothecary to many fishermen who have been injured. Just when your life seemed to follow the routine you were so used to, your life turns a 360 when you’re suddenly taken away for the 67th Annual Hunger Games. This turn of events forces you to accept the idea the Grim Reaper is stalking close behind you, faster than you had hoped for. 

Tags: Extremely Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Typical THG Violence, Forced Prostitution, Forced Lab Rat, Injury, Mental Health Deterioration, Psychological/Physical Torture, Death, Alcohol/Drug Consumption, Medical Malpractice, Fluff (bc they deserve it).

Act I

Prologue • Chapter 5 • Chapter 10

Chapter 1 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 11

Chapter 2 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 12

Chapter 3 • Chapter 8 • Chapter 13

Chapter 4 • Chapter 9 • Chapter 14

[cienie-isengardu]

How big do you think the age gap between Bi-Han and Kuai in the prior timeline because whenever I look at fanart, it seems a lot fans either believe Bi-Han was a kid(maybe 10) and Kuai being like 6 and there's the other side of Kuai being a baby and Bi-Han being in his late teens and approaching adulthood.

Personally I think if Bi-Han were that old compared to Kuai, Kuai would probably view him as a father figure rather than a brother.

Also I don't think the Lin Kuei would appreciate an infant being in their ranks since it'd probably distract Bi-Han from his duties and honestly Bi-Han would probably be more difficult to indoctrinate if he was in his teens. Seriously you can't tell me Bi-Han would appreciate his father shoving his teenaged self in a random clan with a baby and expect him to not only be a productive assassin whilst he's rocking Kuai to sleep.

It looks cute in pictures but in reality it'd probably be easier for the clan if Kuai wasn't a baby. Babies are a lot of work and it'd be more of a distraction than anything productive.

This is not strictly game source as the quote comes from Mortal Kombat novel (1995) written by Jeff Rovin but it is one of the most detailed information about Lin Kuei training:

They [Lin Kuei] would kidnap children when they were five or six and raise them in secret caves or woods to become superb athletes, great scholars, and unparalleled fighters, able to use all weapons and to improvise arms from common objects such as paper rolled to a knife-point or sand packed into a sock. They would train the children, boys and girls both, to be masters of many trades: carpenters, fishermen, priests, and even beggars, so they could blend in and make themselves useful in different towns as they traveled on missions for their lords. Many young people died during training: some could not hold their breath for five minutes and drowned, others weren’t fast enough to avoid the weapons of the masters, some starved or froze or dehydrated when they were stranded, naked, in deserts or on mountaintops and told to make their way home. But those who survived were Lin Kuei.

Mortal Kombat Conquest TV series (1998) whose events takes place in times of Great Kung Lao also mentions Lin Kuei attacks on families and kidnapping children - the age is not specified, but episodes “Kold Reality” (#3)

and "The Serpent and the Ice" (#15)

suggest a young age.

Then we have Mythologies: Sub-Zero tie-in material, that states Lin Kuei's "warriors are chosen at birth to be raised apart from the workings of day to day civilization and are stripped of their former lives. Only the clan knows their existence." and that Bi-Han and Kuai Liang have "already been chosen by the Lin Kuei to become warriors for the clan"

From Sub-Zero's backstory, we learn his mother "tried in vein to hide them from their father whose own life in America was only a cover for his true identity and purpose. Eventually they were found and their father returned with them to his homeland."

Taking all of those sources into consideration, my personal headcanon is that Bi-Han was around 6 years old - the age where Lin Kuei would have taken him away if mother did not rebel against that. I think, if she didn't interfere with Lin Kuei's plans for the boys, Bi-Han as the eldest, would be taken first, then in a few more years the clan would collect Kuai Liang and in another years the youngest sister if she fit the requirement. Yet because the mother tried to save her children - and most likely she died during that time, the father's cover was either blown up or he simply didn't have what to do with too young Kuai Liang so he took both boys at the same time.

The age gap between the original timeline brothers in my mind is around 5-6 years, with Bi-Han being around 6+ years old, Kuai Liang around 1+ and the youngest sister just a baby. That way Bi-Han is old enough to remember mother and youngest sister and build some resentment against father that presumably killed both, but still young enough to be indoctrinated into assassin life. His training started faster than Kuai Liang which is why Bi-Han either is lone wolf or partnered with Hydro while Tundra trained with Smoke who at some point joined the clan (not saying they were at the same age, rather that Smoke, as an outsider from different culture, had a lot to catch up on).

The Lin Kuei targets children old enough to be trained but young enough to have to be easily stripped of their former lives. However as the alternative timeline presents, kidnapping in modern times is exception rather than the rule, and as we have Sektor, the biological son of Grandmaster born into clan, so quite likely the clan has its own nursery and people tasked to take care and prepare infants and very young children for their future training and servitude. So when Bi-Han started his training, Kuai Liang needed to wait a few more years under those people's care.

In a strict sense of alternative timeline, I'm willing to tone down the age difference to more like 2-3 years, as MK9's Sub-Zero trailer did not give me the feeling of too big age difference?

My favorite, personal headcanon is the 5-6 years age difference. Though I do like imagine Bi-Han to always lurking around baby Kuai Liang to make sure the boy was okay, I doubt Lin Kuei would task him with taking care of the baby, because most likely the clan had a specialized group of people to perform these duties. The clan had after all centuries of experience how to deal and prepare kids for their benefit but also letting brothers to keep their family bond (memories of former life) doesn't sound as something Lin Kuei would care for.

#mortal kombat #my replies #sub zero #bi han #kuai liang #sub zero brothers #lin kuei #babies are too troublesome to deal with #teenagers are troublesome too as they have already sense of who they were and teenagers like to rebel #so the 5 or 6 years old to collect by lin kuei seems like the best age? #lin kuei needed to be well organized criminal group when one start think about their assassin clan

[danceswithsporks]

Calm- Part 1

Part 2 of 6 in the Complete Series!

Wrecker x Seamstress Reader

Warning this fic will contain spoilers for the season 2 finale.

Story About: You love how calm and peaceful your life on Pabu is. When trajedy strikes the island, a handsome clone pulls you into his world and you discover there’s more to the Galaxy then you realize.

Chapter About: A tsunami shakes the island and you require the help of someone strong to help you out.

Authors note: Well here we are everyone!! Calm is finally here! I’ve honestly been a bit nervous to post this first part, kinda worried that it won’t be as good as Warm, but I still want to give y’all a great story. So I hope the wait was worth it!

Also! Here is a height comparison reference to put into perspective Wreckers height. I’m basing the other persons size off of the average height for women so feel free to alter that however you want! But damn is our boy TALL!

Now. Without further ado! Here’s the opening chapter to Calm!

Calm, that’s how you’d describe Pabu. The weather was always perfect, save for a rare storm every few months, and the waves always crashed against the rocks of the island in a calming rhythm. Standing on the patio of your shop in upper Pabu, you could easily watch the fishing boats on the horizon bob up and down against the waves while the sun silhouetted them. You were born here, raised on the sea life brought in daily by the fishermen. While others had escaped whatever horrors they experienced out there in the galaxy by coming here, you’d learned to walk on these cobblestones. Scraped your knees in the plaza at the top of the island and learned to swim in the bay on the back of the island.

While others had brought their businesses with them when they immigrated to Pabu, like the tea shop family or the sweet girl who ran the inn, your shop had been there for generations. Your grandmother had opened it when she immigrated from Coruscant and then passed it to your mom, who passed it to you. While your parents had decided to stay in Pabu, your aunt on her side had moved back to Coruscant. Determined to bring fashion and style to Pabu, though those trends were far above what anyone would want to wear here. She was doing well for herself there and had offered for you to live there countless times. But you loved Pabu and loved how calm it was here. You wouldn’t trade this peace for anything in the Galaxy.

You stood at the stone wall of your patio and looked down as another boat left the port. It was the Chief's boat, his daughter, and the blonde girl you’d seen walking around earlier the only passengers. From the whispers of the elder women who helped in your shop, the ship that had arrived carrying Phee had been filled with clones. You’d seen them briefly as they walked by, the three men were unique in their sizes and looks, weren’t clones supposed to look the same? Briefly, the large one had turned his face and stared for a moment before he continued, and oh how your heart fluttered for a moment. The shoulders alone on him had your mind swimming with ideas, you liked a big boy.

The glass of water next to you trembled against the stone and you stood back with a confused look on your face. That…didn’t seem right. All around you the wildlife screeched and scattered away from lower Pabu and towards the top. Well, that wasn’t normal either. You stepped away from the wall and made your way back inside. “Animals are acting weird.” Left you nonchalantly as you made your way back to the gown you were working on.

“What do you mean by that, dear?” One of the elder women, Magda, looked up from the quilt she’d been knitting.

“After that little shake, they started rushing toward the top of the island. Sea birds took off too.” You walked over to the woman and looked over the blue and gray quilt she was almost finished with. How she did it was beyond you. Sitting there and knitting the same rows over and over again for hours a day seemed so monotonous. To your surprise, the woman looked up at you seriously. “What?”

“What did the water look like?” Sue, another of the elder woman who worked with you, asked. The pants she’d been hemming, were now left forgotten.

“Like water?” The ground shook once more and you suddenly felt a wave of dread wash over you. Maybe you should go check the water? The memory of something you’d learned in school ran through your mind. Stepping outside, you realized something was very wrong. All across your patio were countless moon-yos, their large eyes staring down toward the water. It took you a moment to shuffle your way towards the wall once more but when you did, your heart jumped to your throat. “Tsunami”

The water of the sea receded away from the shore and before you could even scream for those around you to run, the warning system roared across the island. In theory, you would be safe up here, right? In school, they’d told you that the waters wouldn’t get as high as upper Pabu. It was lower Pabu that could be wiped away completely. Already you could see those below rushing upwards. “Ladies! Time to go!” You made your way back inside and found Magda and Sue continuing with their work. “We need to go.”

“Oh darling, don’t fret. The waters won’t reach us here. The last time we had one of these lower Pabu was only partially destroyed.” Sue waved you off as she stuck another pin in the cuff of the pants.

You grimaced at her in uncertainty. “Yeah, I’d rather be safe than sorry. Let’s go.” You shooed the two women eagerly and after another ‘Let’s go’, they finally got up. Following behind them, you made sure to lock the door of your business. As cute as the moon-yos were, you’d rather they not seek shelter within your inventory.

“Grandma!”

“Mom!”

The families of your two helpers rushed towards all three of you and sighed in relief.

“They were giving you lip about leaving, weren’t they?” Sue’s daughter rushed to her mother's side and wrapped a shawl around her shoulders.

“You know how they get. Nothing I couldn’t handle though.” More people rushed up the path and you silently thanked your parents for adding on the enclosed patio. Without it, you’d all be overtaken by the crowds in no time.

“We would have been fine.” Magda waved off her granddaughter's extended hand. “The waters never come this high.”

Blue eyes rolled as the granddaughter, Lacey, crossed her arms. “Grandma, you know the Chiefs rule. Everyone heads to the top just in case.”

Magda scoffed as you walked behind her, shooing her and the others towards the main road. “How would you know about these rules? You weren’t even alive when the last one happened!”

Lacey slid her arm around her grandmother and helped steady her as people rushed by. “They teach us about it in school, grandma. Plus we just had a drill last month.”

“Did we?” A humph left Magda as she looked around at the crowds.

Shaking your head, you continued to herd your little group upwards. You felt like you were herding cattle with the way you were moving around your group to keep them all together. All around you, people were rushing towards the top of the island. The island shook as the large wave finally hit and your group staggered for a moment before resuming your hike up the mountain. Everyone around you seemed to freeze and while you wanted to turn back and look as well, the two elder women in front of you seemed to be spurred on and were now rushing to the top.

By the time you and your group had reached the top of the island, people had begun to settle down. Across the courtyard you could see the chief speaking with the men from before, Phee standing close by. A part of you wondered what was being discussed, but Magda drew your attention instead.

“There weren’t as many survivors the last time this happened. My mother was lost.” She looked around at the groups of people huddled together.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Your group continued your path toward the Archium. You could see more of the elders settled down with their families. To think this could be their second or third or even fourth sea surge was wild to you.

“Last time we didn’t have the wall to protect us.” Sue shooed her daughter away as the girl fussed over her once more. “But the needs are still the same afterward.”

You tilted your head as you finally arrived at the Archium. “What do you mean?” You offered your hand to Sue and helped her sit against one of the arches next to the building.

“People have lost their homes, their livelihoods. They have nothing now. They’ll need places to stay and supplies to get through these next weeks.” Magda sat with a huff next to Sue.

You squatted back on your heels and began to chew your lip. “Supplies, huh?” A hum left you as you thought for a moment before an idea began to form. “If I got the supplies, do you think you and the others could make some blankets, clothes, stuff like that?” You watched as the two women looked at each other and then the others around you for a moment before nodding.

“Bring us whatever you can, we’ll get those who know how to knit and sew together and begin working.” Magda hummed as she leaned back against the wall, her eyes closing. “For now, I think I’ll take a nap.”

“Sounds like we have a plan. I’m gonna go talk to Shep and see what he thinks.” With a slap on your thighs, you stood and made your way across the courtyard. Passing by the tree you noticed many people resting in the small patch of grass. Pausing for a moment, you looked at everyone settling in and smiled at the sight of the large clone from earlier and the small girl that was with him curled against each other. A part of you began to wonder if she was his daughter, if somewhere out in the galaxy he had a wife. You could have sworn you’d heard something about clones aging fast, but who knew how accurate that was? People were always saying things that weren’t true.

Someone called your name and with a final look at the large man, you made your way to the source. “Shep, Phee. Good to see you two made it out ok!” You smiled happily as you hugged Phee who looked you over quickly.

“Everyone from the shop make it out ok?” Phee watched as you nodded and then motioned toward your group. “Took some convincing but I got them up here.”

“Phee” One of the clones from earlier, the one with a face tattoo, a bold choice but who were you to judge? “Tech and I talked it over and we think we’re gonna stay. If you’ll have us?”

“Yes!” You covered your mouth quickly as soon as the words left you. All eyes turned to you and you chuckled quickly. “Sorry. It’s just that extra help will be needed. They look strong and capable. Plus with their ship, it would be helpful to get supplies from the other islands. Which brings me to why I’m here.”

Shep crossed his arms and chuckled. “Let’s get some introductions out of the way first.” He motioned to the two clones. “Tech and Hunter, meet one of the island's seamstresses.”

You finished the introduction for him, letting the two know your name, before extending your hand to each of them. “Nice to meet you both.” Smiling, you nodded towards the tree. “Saw your other two friends sleeping over there.”

“That would be our sister Omega and our brother Wrecker.” Tech adjusted his goggles and looked past you and towards his siblings before his gaze shifted toward the woman he’d just been hanging over the ledge with.

So she was his sibling and not his child. That sent a surprising wave of relief over you. “Wow, unique names.” You chuckled as the men shrugged.

“You said you were here for a reason?” Phee wrapped her arm around Techs shoulder and drew his attention back to the conversation. He was practically drooling over the tea shop owner.

“Ah, right!” With a clap of your hands, you told the group your idea. “I have more than enough stock to supply the ladies with. We should be able to get a few blankets and basic clothing out of that. I can call my suppliers on the other islands as well and see if they can spare anything.”

“You’d do that?” Phee watched as you shrugged with a smile. “Of course. A community stands together through all the good and bad. Mom said that all the time.”

“We’ll find a way to pay you back for the supplies.” Shep reached over and grabbed your shoulder gently. He was glad to see you stepping into the same role your mother used to have. So many times she’d stepped in and taken care of refugees arriving with nothing. To see you helping in the same way was heartwarming.

Smiling, you shook your head and patted his hand. “Don’t worry about it, Shep. I’m just glad to help. Which is something I will need to get everything over here, some of the bolts of fabric can be pretty heavy.”

Phee nodded with a smirk. “I’m sure our new friends here will be happy to help.” With a slap to Tech's back, she caused the clone to stumble slightly before he regained his footing and adjusted his goggles.

“Indeed. Allow us to get Omega settled and we will be available to help.” He tapped at his datapad a few times. “It seems the seismic activity is subsiding. I estimate the waters will recede fully in approximately two days. However, a more pressing matter needs to be addressed.”

“What’s that?” Hunter looked over Tech's shoulder and at the datapad. His eyes ran over the information on the screen and he quickly understood the problem. “Your water is most likely contaminated. That’s gonna need to be figured out quickly. Make sure your people know not to drink anything not already bottled or in containers.”

A long breath was released from you as your hands found their way to your hips. “Well, I’ll let you guys handle that. I’m gonna let my group know and then head to my shop.”

The two clones, Phee and Shep all nodded to you before you turned and headed back to your small group. You let them know the current plan as well as the new information about the water. Lacey took on the job of spreading the word to the others about the water and agreed to look for others to help with the clothing. Satisfied that everything was under control, you headed back to your shop.

-*-

The moon-yo’s had done a number on your patio, fruit and other ‘gifts’ were scattered across the ground. With a sigh, you sidestepped some of the mess and made your way to the stone wall, and looked down at the calming waters that now covered the lower half of your island. The buildings below the waves would survive, they were built sturdy and with the possibility of a tsunami in mind. But everything inside, people’s belongings and prized possessions, would be gone. You realized at that moment how lucky you were to live in upper Pabu. Your home would almost always be safe and secured here. The wall from which you now looked over would always protect your beloved home and generations of hard work and memories. You’d do all you could to help those affected by the tsunami.

The squeak of the gate drew your attention away from the sea. Turning to greet the new arrival, you smiled brightly. “I was hoping they’d send you.”

Wrecker had finally fallen asleep beneath the large tree, his precious sister safe and sound beside him, when he felt Hunter shake his shoulder. With a groan, he’d tried to quietly pull himself away from the small blonde who woke for a moment before settling back into a restless sleep once more. His Vod had quickly filled him in on what was currently happening and before he had a chance to ask for a rations stick, he was so kriffing hungry, he was sent off to find the island seamstress who needed help.

What he hadn’t expected to find was the woman he’d passed earlier in the day looking over the edge of the island wall. Unafraid and unconcerned by the height. It had been the smile on her lips that had caught his attention earlier, for the briefest of moments he found himself lost in them. But then Omega had drawn his attention away from the woman and he’d quickly been distracted. That smile had stayed in the back of his mind though. Now he was staring at that smile once more. “You were hoping they’d send me?”

You nodded as you stepped forward and extended your hand to him, your name falling from your lips as you watched him shake your hand back. “I was. Gonna need someone tall and strong to get some bolts of fabric down. You seem to fit that bill perfectly.”

“O-oh.” Wrecker watched as your hand practically vanished inside his, your name rolling around in his mouth like a piece of candy. “Glad I can help.” He smiled as he released your hand and waited for you to lead the way inside. Instead, you turned and headed back towards the wall. After a moment of looking down, you looked over your shoulder at him and motioned for him to join you. Swallowing the fear already building inside him, he made his way over.

“Crazy how so much can change in the blink of an eye.” You hummed softly as you crossed your arms and leaned against the wall, your eyes skimming the ocean for any boats.

Wrecker stood a few steps away from the wall and focused on you instead. How your curves moved with your body as you found a comfortable position to lean against the wall in. He took in the way your hair was pulled up and away from your face, a multicolored hair clip holding the strands in place against the back of your head. It looked soft, Wrecker wondered what it would feel like sliding through his thick fingers. Your voice pulled him from his thoughts and he nodded carefully. “Happens more often than you think.” He’d experienced that a lot lately.

Looking over your shoulder at him once more, you found him more steps than expected away from you. “What are you doing over there? I won’t bite.” You smirked playfully at him. “Unless you’re into that.” A blush crept across his cheeks and you bit your lip. Oh, he was cute.

“I..well…” Wrecker tried to find the right words to explain that he wasn’t a fan of heights, but then you made the comment about biting and he felt his head swim for a moment. Were you flirting with him? Him of all people? You giggled while turning to face him. He watched as you placed your hands behind you and boosted yourself up onto the wall, your back now facing the wide sea. “You should be careful.” It left him quicker than he intended.

“Don’t worry, Wrecker.” You purred his name as you leaned back a little and allowed a warm breeze to dance around you. “I’ve been doing this since I was a little girl. Now please, come closer?”

Your hand raised to him, beckoning for him to come closer to you and to the edge. “You could fall.” Was spoken carefully as he took a tentative step closer. Come on, Wrecker. A cute girl is flirting with you and calling you closer. The little voice inside his head was screaming at him to get the lead out of his boots and move all the way to the wall.

A happy hum came from you as you watched him take another step closer. Was he afraid of the ledge? “I guess it’s a good thing you’re here then. If I f-“ The island shook once more and due to the way you were balancing on one hand, you lost your balance and began to fall backwards.

“No!” Wrecker shot forward and grabbed your wrist quickly before pulling you against him and holding you tight, grounding you both to the island with his large frame. The tremor lasted for only a few seconds and when it finally ended he realized he’d squeezed his eyes shut.

Your heart felt like it was in your damn throat! Maybe he did have a point. The tightness in which he was holding you wasn’t painfully tight, which was surprising given his size, it was pretty nice. Against his body like this, you felt so small. Like a child hugging her father. Tilting your head back to look up at him, you realized he had to be at least six foot six. Stars, how could a man be so tall and so stacked? You noticed his eyes screwed tightly shut and with a little wiggle, you were able to free one of your arms and place it against his chest. “As I was saying, if I fall, you’ll be here to catch me.” Standing on your tiptoes, you tried to place a kiss on his cheek. But you were far too short to reach him.

Wrecker heard you clear your throat as he finally opened his eyes. Your hand patted his chest gently and he hoped you couldn’t feel his heart racing. Looking down at you he smirked, you were so little against him. He watched as you bit your lip and curled your finger up at him, beckoning for him to lean down. “Yes?”

With a happy hum, you closed the distance between you two and placed a lingering kiss against his cheek. “Thank you for saving me, Wrecker.” His hand around your back loosened and you used the opportunity to wiggle free from him. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

His hand raised to his cheek as he watched you bounce away and towards your shop. It didn’t go unnoticed to him that your breasts bounced with your movements. “Wait, how did you know I was hungry?”

“I felt your stomach rumble against my chest just a few moments ago.” With a wink, you headed inside your shop.

When you said you felt it in your chest, did you mean your boobs? The thought made his cheeks flush once more while something stirred below the belt. More importantly, you were going to feed him? Wrecker quickly followed you into your shop. Maybe he could flirt back?

-*-

Compared to him, your shop was small and intimate. He had to duck to enter the shop and had to be even more careful not to knock over a stack of boxes near the door. You disappeared behind a curtain while the large clone tried to find a place to wait without being in your way. Wrecker liked how your shop smelled, it reminded him of incense and the tea Tech made. He hummed softly as he leaned against the wall, it was comfortable and warm in the shop. No doubt he could easily fall asleep here. “S-so you make clothes?”

“Yeah!” Your voice carried from behind the curtain. “My family’s been in the business for generations.” Opening a jar on the counter, you pulled out a few of the cookies you’d baked the day before. Usually, you set them out for the kids that came through with their parents, but you could make an exception for the cutie in your shop. Moving over to the fridge, you pulled the sandwich you’d prepared for lunch out and placed it on the plate next to the cookies.

Wrecker nodded as he listened to you, the sound of something clanking against porcelain made him look at the dark blue curtain. “You must be good at measuring then.”

Was he trying to flirt with you? With a giggle, you picked up the plate and two sealed bottles of water. “That’s kinda part of the job.” Passing through the curtain, you held out the plate to him. “Why, you need help measuring something?” Wrecker coughed at your comment and you couldn’t hide the laugh that left you. He was so cute.

“N-no. Yes. I mean…” Wrecker picked up two of the cookies and ate them quickly. Another laugh left your lips and he found himself chuckling as well. Your laugh was contagious it seemed. “You have a nice laugh.”

Your cheeks flushed at his comment. “Thank you.” Looking down at the bottles of water, you bit your lip shyly. No one had ever complimented your laugh before. “Yours is nice too.” It was deep and full. When he laughed once more it felt like it was in your belly as well. Making warmth spread through you. “I should…start figuring out what we’re gonna take back.” Passing one of the bottles over to him, you pointed to the counter next to your register. “You can eat over there if you’d like, Wrecker.” You liked saying his name, it felt warm in your mouth.

Wrecker smiled as he looked over the plate of food. Cookies and a hearty-looking sandwich. His favorite kind of meal. Would it be weird if he said that he loved you? He watched you pick up a datapad and begin to look at the walls of fabric. He’d never actually flirted with anyone before, not on purpose. But you were cute, funny and nice. Plus you seemed to already know what he liked to eat! How exactly was he supposed to flirt with you? Maybe he should ask Hunter? For now, he’d have to do this himself based on things he’d heard from the other clones. Women liked compliments, didn’t they? “I like your shop. It’s cozy.”

“Thanks.” Looking up from your datapad, you watched as he took a happy bite from the sandwich. “Good?” When he smiled and nodded with his cheeks full of the food, you giggled loudly. “Good.” Smiling brightly, you looked back at the datapad and ran through your inventory. You had a good amount that you could give to the island. Not to mention you had a few blankets already done that you could donate as well. You’d take a decent hit doing this but you thankfully had savings that should cover most of the lost inventory. “So, Wrecker. Interesting name.” This time you didn’t look at him, your eyes scanning the wall of material trying to now locate the ones you needed. But you heard him chuckle and that warmth spread through you once more.

Swallowing the food in his mouth, he chuckled while opening the water. “My brothers picked it for me. I used to break things a lot and wreck things. So they picked that name.”

“Used to?” You smiled over your shoulder to him, earning a cute crooked smile back. Your dad was around his size and before he died he was accidentally breaking things of his size.

“Yeah. I guess I still kinda break things.” He reached behind his head to rub it awkwardly with a smile, knocking one of your shelves and sending a few of the trinkets on it flying. “Oh! Sorry!” He turned to fix the shelf and knocked a few of the items on the counter.

You let out a surprised squeal as you watched him turn multiple times, trying to fix the mess he was slowly growing. Laughing excitedly, you dropped the datapad and quickly moved over to help him. “Woah woah woah. Slow down there.” You raised your hands and grabbed his arms quickly, stopping him from loving anymore. Another laugh left you as you took in the growing blush on his face. “You’re kinda like a little wrecking ball, huh?”

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at you. “Sorry.” Now he’d made a fool of himself in front of you. “I can pick it all up.” He moved to kneel down and hit the empty plate in the process, causing it to fall. His hand shot out and grabbed it before it could hit the floor, earning another giggle from you.

Stars, he was adorable. Giggling, you knelt with him and began to pick up some of the items that had fallen. “You’re really funny.”

Wrecker really hadn’t been trying to be funny, but knowing that he’d made you laugh made him laugh. “Sorry about the shelf, I’ll fix it.” He passed you a few of the items that had fallen. So much for flirting with you flawlessly.

You took the items from him and placed them up on the counter. “Oh don’t worry about that. I’ve been meaning to move it.” He just helped the process along. You watched the clone stand carefully and chew his lip. Oh man, he was so cute.

“You should get back to the materials. I can pick this all up.” It was the least he could do after making such a big mess.

“Oh, how sweet. But you don’t have to do that.” You waved your hand dismissively at the mess. “I can pick it up later.” Raising your hand out to him, you beckoned him towards you. “Besides, I have a different job for you.”

Wrecker swallowed as he moved around the counter and towards you. His hand slid into yours and he happily followed you towards the larger wall of fabric that spanned the length of the back of your shop. “How can I help?”

“Well, you can start by pushing me against this wall and kissing me.” You watched as he stared at you in surprise while squeezing your hand. A laugh left you as you quickly patted his hand. “I’m kidding. You’re not that lucky. Not yet at least.” He squeezed your hand once more, making another laugh leave you.

He smirked at your laugh. It reminded him of birdsong. “Not yet?” He hoped that meant what he thought it meant.

The way he smirked made your heart flutter. “Probably should know you for more than an hour before we do something like that.” Releasing his hand you moved closer to the wall and tilted your head back to locate the first bolt of fabric you’d need.

“So about two hours?” He watched as you placed your hands on your hips in thought. Oh, you had nice hips. He wondered how they’d feel in his large hands. To his delight, you laughed once more while looking over your shoulder at him.

“You’re really funny.” He sent you a happy smile making your cheeks flare. Was it wrong to want to just continue to hang out with him? He was funny and sweet and made you feel safe. Those arms of his looked like they could hold you in the warmest of bear hugs. But that would be wrong wouldn’t it? With a slightly sad sigh, you returned to the task at hand. “We should probably focus on getting back to the others.” Pointing up to a bolt of fabric, you smiled. “Can you use your exceptional height to grab that blue one? Careful, it’s a little heavy.”

Wrecker smirked as he easily reached up and pulled the fabric from its slot on the wall. “Don’t worry. Nothing is too heavy for me.” He easily adjusted the bolt onto his shoulder with one hand, a casual smile on his lips. “What other ones do I need to grab, sarad?”

Oh, so those muscles were for use and not just for show. “Sarad? What does that mean?” You moved down the wall and spotted another bolt you needed. Pointing to it, you watched as he easily strolled over and once more pulled it out with one hand and placed it on his shoulder. Your heart fluttered at how easily he threw his strength around.

“I’ll tell you next time we hang out. Give you something to look forward to.” He watched as your eyes went wide with excitement. If Crosshair was here he’d probably tell Wrecker that he was being smooth. But Wrecker just really wanted any reason to spend time with you again. He watched you bite your lip while a blush crept across your cheeks. Kriff you were cute. You pointed to another two bolts and he quickly pulled both of them. “Got anything heavier?”

“Let me see what I can find, strong man.” You moved around him and towards a different wall. Excited to see how much he really could hold.

-*-

An hour later the two of you returned to the top of the island. Wrecker easily carried two crates full of materials and supplies on his shoulders while you walked a few steps behind with a bag full of knitting needles, scissors, and other smaller supplies. Were you a few steps behind for any other reason? Of course not. Definitely not to enjoy the view of Wrecker carrying the crates. Nope, not at all. You definitely weren’t imagining him shirtless carrying the crates either, his muscles on full display and rippling while covered in sweat. Phew, you were starting to get thirsty.

Stopping in front of the large tree, you watched as he bent over and placed the crates down with ease. Damn, he looked good bending over too. Smiling, you walked next to him and placed the bag down on one of the crates. You placed your hand on his upper arm and squeezed gently. “Thanks for the help.”

Wrecker easily flexed his arm, making you giggle quietly. “No problem, Sarad. If you need help bringing them back down, let me know.”

“I will.” You heard your name called and looking over your shoulder towards the Archium, you realized Sue and Magda were staring straight at you with knowing smiles. “I should check on my group.” Wrecker nodded to you and you began to walk away. Stopping you turned back towards him. “If you ever get bored of the soldier's look, let me know. I’ll make you a new outfit.” His face lit up as you turned to walk away. Deciding to have a little more fun with him, you looked over your shoulder at him while pulling the clip out of your hair. Your locs fell free and with a mischievous smile, you made eye contact with him. “After all, I’m good at measuring.”

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[hungrywriter]

10 Days (pt.6)

Jobe Bellingham x Reader

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A/n: this series is ending soon

It was the day the Bellinghams were supposed to leave, but Jobe was nowhere to be found. Panic spread throughout the family, and Jude, his older brother, blamed himself for not keeping better track of him. However, Denise and Marc Bellingham knew they shouldn't place the blame on Jude. After all, he had to focus on his training for Madrid, and they themselves had been occupied with their own travel plans.

The resort manager was quickly informed, and he mobilised his staff to search for Jobe all over the resort and the nearby village. The manager also noticed that Y/n, a young woman whom Jobe had grown close to during their vacation, was not present and tried to contact her repeatedly. However, Y/n didn't answer her phone, leaving him to assume that she was probably still asleep.

News of Jobe's disappearance spread like wildfire throughout the village, and the tight-knit community rallied together to help with the search. The Bellinghams were touched and relieved to know that they weren't alone in this distressing situation.

As hours passed, the weight of uncertainty bore heavily on Denise's shoulders. She couldn't help but feel that their efforts might be in vain. Sitting in the resort lobby, she covered her face with her hands, the anxiety and worry consuming her thoughts. She was on the verge of thinking the worst when the resort manager came running toward them. Denise stood up, hope creeping into her heart. "Did you find him?"

The manager's face carried a mix of relief and concern. "Not yet, but we did find something. One of the villagers checked Y/n’s house and found out that she went fishing yesterday. Let's go to the docks now!" he said urgently and rushed to his car. The Bellinghams followed closely behind, their hearts pounding with worry.

When they reached the docks, Y/n's boat was nowhere in sight. They frantically asked the local fishermen if they had seen Y/n or Jobe. One of them recalled seeing them heading towards the island yesterday. The resort manager let out an exasperated sigh. Despite the storm warning issued the day before, he knew Y/n well enough to realize that she might have ventured out into the sea regardless.

He swiftly instructed his staff to set up a boat, ready to head out into the ocean to search for them. However, Denise couldn't bear the thought of waiting helplessly on the shore. "Hey! Let us come too!" she shouted over the loud engine.

The manager hesitated, concerned about putting more people at risk, especially tourists. He tried to persuade Denise not to go, but her desperation and determination were evident. It took Marc and Jude to hold her back from jumping into the boat. Finally, Denise relented and sat on the bench situated near the docks, her eyes fixed on the boat as it departed into the sea. Marc and Jude sat on either side of her, providing comfort and support.

In their anxious wait for their safe return, they heard a familiar voice behind them calling for them. Turning around, they saw a figure waving excitedly.

"Oh, shit," Jude uttered, recognising the figure.

-

Jobe woke up early, following his athlete schedule, and gently roused Y/n from her slumber. They decided to sit by the shore, their feet touching the ocean waves, and watched the sun rise together. As the warm rays of light painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Y/n couldn't help but ponder the changes in her life since she met Jobe. She felt a mix of happiness and apprehension, knowing that their time together might be limited.

While sitting there with him, a question gnawed at the back of her mind: Is this what love is? Her heart fluttered at the thought, realizing how deeply she had come to care for Jobe in such a short time. Yet, that joy was tinged with a sense of sorrow as she remembered that he was a foreigner and couldn't stay on the island forever.

Sensing her troubled thoughts, Jobe nudged her gently with his arm wrapped around her. "What's wrong?" he asked, genuine concern evident in his voice and expression.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her emotions conflicting within her. Then she sat up, facing him seriously, wanting to have an honest conversation. Taking a deep breath, she brought up the topic that had been weighing heavily on her heart.

"Isn’t today the day you go back home?" she inquired, trying to remain composed. His reaction was immediate, and she could see realization wash over his face, followed by a frown. The silence between them was uncomfortable, and Y/n's heart sank further as she feared the inevitable end to their time together.

But then, in a surprising turn of events, Jobe's eyes widened, and his face lit up with happiness. He stood up, grabbing a large banana leaf and waving it around like a maniac. Y/n couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. Had Jobe lost his mind after just one night on the island with her?

Her confusion cleared when she followed his gaze and saw the brightly colored boat of one of the local fishermen approaching. To her surprise, her manager and some of the resort staff were on board. Y/n couldn't contain her laughter and excitement, waving her hands to catch their attention.

Jobe's exuberance was contagious, and he couldn't contain his joy. He grabbed Y/n by the shoulders to make her face him, showering her with kisses all over her face. Y/n laughed, knowing her manager had probably seen that display and would surely lecture her later.

Overwhelmed with happiness, Jobe spun her around and pulled her into a tight embrace, momentarily making her forget about the bittersweet reality of the day. In that moment, all that mattered was the joy they felt and the connection they had found with each other on this island.

As the boat finally reached them, Y/n's manager and the staff were relieved to see her safe and sound. But it was clear that they were also taken aback by the obvious affection between Y/n and Jobe.

Gathering their belongings, they all climbed onto the boat, ready to return to the resort and the world they had known before. The journey back was filled with laughter, stories, and a newfound appreciation for the beauty of this island and the unforgettable memories they had created.

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[samuskitchen]

bottom of the deep blue. (5)

⇒ mermaid!suna x siren!reader

summary : sirens, creatures of unmatched beauty and cunning charm, they lure men in with their voices and grace, taking advantage of all the gullible fishermen and pirates. mermaids, the peacekeepers of the deep blue sea, naive and kind to a fault at times. a fated encounter between the two underwater dwellers leads to a difficult situation and a love that shouldn’t be.

warnings : naive reader, mentions of death, mentions of blood , mentions of being captured, somewhat graphic description of torture, mentions groping and torture, cruel treatment.

genre : mermaid au, pirate au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, betrayal

a/n : i am so sorry for how horribly written this chapter is, i’ll try and do the series justice by making chapter 6 a much better one, but majority of this chapter was written after work and i was either half asleep or just really out of it, which is also why it’s such a short chapter 😔

w/c: 2.1k

yuuji never considered himself a bad man, if anything he felt as though he was more like a vigilante. he was a hero without a cape, no credit required for his good deeds. one siren dead meant hundreds of sailors could live, it wasn’t even something he had to consider. since that cursed day where he watched all his men die by the hands of those devils, he vowed he’d never let another die. he couldn’t lose his people for the satisfaction of those creatures, without sirens the world would be a safer place and he was willing to put in the work to destroy them.

he smiles at the sound your broken gasps and your shrill cries the more they rip off your scales, forcing you watch as they ground it up, blowing it in your face, wasting the scale and forcing you to go through another wave of pain as they pulled off another. yuuji had his chair sat facing you, he had one leg over the other while holding a cup of beer mixed with the shimmering powder of your grounded scales.

three men were assigned to harvest from you, three men who had shown no fear against you, they gripped at your skin without a sign of care, their grimy fingers digging into your soft flesh, their nails biting through your skin leaving crescent marks. the man standing behind you held a blade to your throat, pressing it further into your neck the more you writhed in pain. the two men harvesting your potent scales had no problem letting their hands— roam, your body.

you were petrified.

never in your life had you ever experienced such a cruel fate. nor had you ever felt so disgusted in your own skin, you could feel the phantom touches of their fingers on the bruises littering your arms and stomach, the images of them pushing you down against the splintering floorboards as you screamed for them to stop, the searing pain of your scales being forcefully pulled out of your body would be a pain you’d never forget. the longer the three men held you down, the more you could feel the ghost of their breaths against every inch of your shivering body.

you whimpered as the final scale for the day had been pulled off. twenty scales. every day was another twenty, by the end of the week you’d have no scales left. rintarou was aware of this, he kept his back pressed tightly to the wall, hearing your cries and whimpers of pain had him gripping at his chest tightly. he would whimper his own silent apologies into the air, knowing he was the reason you were there, in that position with the captain watching your vulnerability with an amused smirk, and the three crew mates pushing and pulling against you.

with a final sigh and his hands curling into tight fists, he bites his lip in thought before pushing off the wall and walking away. he couldn’t stand your screams any longer.

—

your chest heaved, you choked and gagged on the air around you, it had been only three days since you’d been captured but with everything that had happened to you, it felt like an eternity. you were begging for them to let your tail form into human legs, pleading that if you stayed in your siren form without water any longer— you’d die. but they could only laugh as though you had just told them the funniest tale.

you could still hear their taunting laughs from the deck above, their mocking tones repeating what you said, their comments about letting you die. you curled in on yourself, your lip quivering the longer you tried holding back your tears. humans weren’t the creatures you thought they’d be, they weren’t kind and compassionate or understanding. they were cruel hearted monsters, they were selfish and only ever cared for themselves and their people.

you missed your sisters.

humans weren’t worth saving and you regret ever trying to help them.

in your pitiful silence, you heard the signature creak of the floorboards, the sun had long set by now and the only light left within the cold room was from the little slither of light from the moon. you stayed curled up, ignoring the light patters of someone stepping closer and closer to your cowering frame.

“yn?” it was rintarou.

you turned your face away from him, eyes trained on the wooden floorboards stained with drops of your blood and the smallest amount of sea water, teasing you and your desperate need for it. your tears soon joined the liquid puddle, silently trekking down your face til they landed on the floor.

rin sighed, taking a seat in front of the cage’s door. he slid a plate towards the barred prison cell and silently waited for you to at least acknowledge the food. you continued to focus your gaze on the floor. he tapped the floorboards, eyes flitting to every corner of the room to avoid looking at your battered and bruised body, he knew he wouldn’t be able to walk away from you if he looked at you for longer than a minute.

he clears his throat. “i— uhm, i brought you some food… and i know it’s not much, but i was able to get some sea water.” he picks up the cup and tilts it towards you, still waiting for an acknowledgment of his presence. your body lay limp, however your eyes followed the movement of his hands and the urge to let him pour the water over you was far too strong, you couldn’t handle the suffocation any longer.

your tail twitched as you pushed yourself up on your arms, still refusing to make eye contact, but offering a small ‘thanks.’ rintarou hums in acknowledgment and pours the water over you, letting it soak into your scalp and run down the skin of your arms, moving to pour the rest out onto your tail. you sighed in satisfaction, it had been days since they started drying you out and this was the first time you’d felt alive since being thrown onto the ship and into this cage.

“was it worth it…” you mumble out, breaking the awkward silence that lingered in the room.

rintarou gulps and put the cup down slowly. “i’m sorry.”

“i do not want an apology, rintarou. i want an explanation. was it worth it?”

“…” his silence continued to stretch for another few seconds before he gave a solemn sigh. “no.”

you couldn’t hold back the exasperated scoff, body sitting up straighter, your tail flicked in agitation. “and you expect me to believe that? what is wrong with you, rintarou? one day you treat me like i am your friend, and then the next you have me caged up in a pirate’s ship being brutally beaten just so you can live a life you were never meant to live.”

“you asked for an answer, i gave it. i regret my decision, but— but i was blinded, i was selfish and i was a fool to think that i could live happily above the sea while you were forced to be tormented and tortured. i am so sorry, yn.”

“leave, rintarou. you make me sick, not even a week ago you had called me the fool for trusting you, yet now you are on your knees for me, calling yourself a fool for trusting a twisted pirate. i hope that when i die in here, you are stuck helplessly trying to save me as i slowly bleed in your arms, maybe then you will realise the gravity of your foolishness.”

rintarou’s eyes slowly widened at your morbid words, heart sinking and hands shaking at the thought of watching you slowly bleed out as he made pathetic attempts at trying to save you. a mermaid scale may have been potent for a humans minor injuries, but it couldn’t help a siren, nor help them to the extent that you’d need.

“what…what is wrong with you.” he got up from his position and began making his way back to the stairs, leaving you to bask in the tense silence you had created.

you could only give him a tired smile in response.

—

“sir— captain, what do you intend to do with the siren once you’ve taken all her scales? surely you’d just throw her back in the sea?”

yuuji raises a brow at rintarou’s suggestion, a loud laugh bursting from his lips as though rintarou had told him the funniest tale he’d ever heard.

“throw her back? and have her bring her other cursed siren sisters? you are very funny, rin. no of course we wouldn’t just throw her back, we’d kill her and only then would we throw her back.”

rintarou let’s out a nervous laugh, letting yuuji slap the back of his shoulder in what he hopes is a playful manner. with the rate that these men were harvesting your scales at, there’d be none left by the end of the next week, which also meant there wasn’t much time to save you before they ended up killing you once you were no longer of use to them.

he let yuuji slide past him, watching as the captain left out the door and headed towards what he assumed would be back to the captains quarters. rintarou sighed, running a hand down his face, a hand landing on his hip and his right foot tapping agitatedly. he needed to get you out of that cage and off this ship as soon as possible. the only problem that remained was how he’d do that and what he could do to avoid being caught.

with hurried steps, rintarou sprints down the stairs towards your holding cell, sliding down onto his knees and frantically pulling your face into his hands and closer to his own. with a tight grip he mumbled and muttered words and sentences you weren’t able to make out due to his incoherent babbling.

“rintarou? are you…are you okay?”

“yn— i need, i need to…” he took in a gasped breath. “i need to get you out of here, t-to save you. i need to save you!”

“and how do you expect to accomplish that?”

“i-i don’t know! but— i’ll think of something. if they come down for another harvest, please do whatever you can to stop them. sing, hypnotise them, bite their hands off— just do something!”

you looked at him with concern, his behaviour was so strange, so foreign. you’d never seen rintarou so frantic, so scared of something. you pushed his hands off of your face, moving to rest your back against the wall of the space you had been forced into. only looking up at him when you had fully situated yourself further away from him.

“they’re going to kill me… aren’t they?” it was something you had tried coming to terms with, you knew you wouldn’t just be kindly given back to your sisters, and yet the idea of your death looming closer brought on a new sense of fear. sirens were immortal beings, to an extent. they wouldn’t die of old age or sickness, but a mortal man could kill one if he had enough motivation, and you were unfortunately given directly to the one man who had the power to do that.

rintarou looked down at his hands, his knees raw from sliding across the wooden floorboards, the palms of his hands stained with his teardrops the more he began crying. he was pathetic, he knew giving you up would mean your health and safety would be at a great risk, yet he still did. because rintarou suna, the merman who spent most of his days training for the royal guard, wanted freedom— and he was willing to give away even his most precious treasure to the cruel pirate men, if it meant he’d live the life he thought he deserved.

after spending days listening to your cries and whimpers, however, he’d come to realise the life he wanted was with you. travelling the land, seeing the many new things the markets could offer, building a life maybe a family with you in a place that could’ve been perfect - safe, for the both of you. rintarou let the guilt and regret fester in him, you were going to die and it was his fault, but…

he couldn’t continue to wallow, he had to get you off the ship, and he’d do whatever it takes. even if it ends up killing him instead.

tags : @lomlsuna @akaashiwife @plixy @on-crows-wings @1-800-s1ya @sabztov @keiji-in-a-can @tamak00 @erintaro @timeless-tende

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[mery-cm99]

Vixen ~ Nikolai Lantsov (Chapter 1)

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Description: Vixen is one of the Crows. Kaz saved her a long time ago. He’s the only one who knows the truth about Vixen. He’s the only one who knows her past, her secret. That’s until a certain privateer shows up in Ketterdam looking for a living Saint. 

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x fem!OC

Warnings: Mention of trauma, blood, war and sad stuff in general. English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar or spelling errors. The sign language used in this story is made up and does not correspond with any official one. The sport is based on the series, not the books.

Rating: Teens and up

Chapter 1/6

Word Count: 2,680 words

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Arriving at the port, Vixen remained half hidden behind some crates of merchandise and from that position she watched the ship that had just docked at the docks. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to see over the crates and the heads of the fishermen and merchants that filled the harbor. For once in her life, Vixen wished she looked more like her father than her mother in height. Her short stature was an advantage in many aspects of her life there in Ketterdam, but it was a disadvantage when she wanted to see what was going on inside the ship. Soon after Vixen saw the three occupants she was expecting exit the ship and had to resign herself to leaving without even getting a glimpse of the famous living sankta, the Sun Summoner. It was easy for her to hide in the crowd again and follow the three newcomers through the streets of Ketterdam, though it was clear to her where they were headed. Once in the Barrel, Ketterdam's neighborhood of criminals and prostitutes, Vixen came out to meet them in front of the entrance to the Crow Club.

“What’s happened to my club?“ asked the guy in the middle. Vixen noticed his elegant posture, even when he had to lean his weight on a cane. Her eyes unconsciously went to his gloved hands and she thought about the rumors that were going around Ketterdam about Kaz <<Dirty Hands>> Brekker. “I left you here to take care of my properties. Why is my Crow Club in Pekka Rollins hands?” Kaz insisted, his voice laden with menace. Vixen pulled her hands out of her cloak to answer him, but another voice beat her to it.

“Halt! All of you! Hands up!” shouted one of the officers from the standwatch as he and his men entered the street. Vixen’s back was to them, so they didn’t see her move her hands at Kaz, who nodded slightly. “Come on. Everybody get your hands up!” he repeated before informing that the four of them were charged with murder. 

Kaz was the first to raise his arms, his cane still in one of them. Jesper and Inej repeated him. Vixen was the last to do so, and only because one of the men slapped her with the barrel of his gun on her back to make her turn around. They were ordered to surrender their weapons, including Kaz's cane, but Inej had disappeared without them noticing. Vixen smiled, unable to contain herself. She may be stealthy, but the Wraith was capable of disappearing right in front of your eyes. Jasper handed over his shooters, the two loves of his life. Kaz offered his cane, which was taken from him in very bad manners. 

“Your weapons, Vixen. And this time I want them all," the guard declared, staring at her. The girl returned his gaze without moving, but in the end she pushed her cloak aside with her shoulders and took out the two daggers hanging from her hips. “Hand them. No sudden movements," the man ordered, holding out his hands. Vixen did so, though it was hard for her to open her hands to let go. Just as Jesper loved his pistols, Vixen had an unconditional love for her daggers. “The others too," he added when she made no attempt to pull out the rest of her weapons. The silent girl pulled out the knife she carried in her boot and the other one she kept in the inside pocket of her jacket. “Is that all of them?” Vixen scanned the street with her eyes once more and pulled out the small knife hidden in her right sleeve. The Standwatch chief felt satisfied with his haul of weapons, so he ordered his men to handcuff them and put them in the prisoner wagon. "Of to the Hellgate to await trial," he declared before closing the wagon door.

As soon as they got moving, Vixen squirm to push away the two men on either side of her who were crushing her. One of them put his hand on her knee, trying to grope her, but with one swift movement she dislocated his index finger and brushed it off. She was used to dealing with criminals and men who thought they had the right over her, so she had long ago learned to protect herself and stand up to guys like this one. 

They all went silent, all except the man to her left, who was whimpering in pain from his dislocated finger and Jesper, who was saying something about them being screwed. But Vixen wasn't able to hear him, her mind was churning like the sea in a storm. Hellgate. She didn't want to go back there. She couldn't go back there. Vixen looked up at Kaz, who was sitting in front of her, to see if his wonderful brain was preparing his escape plan, but he seemed as disturbed as she herself was. Vixen guessed for different reasons, considering he had nothing to do with Hellgate. Noticing this, Jesper began shouting for them to stop the car. To everyone's surprise, the driver complied.

When the door opened, one of the standwatch officers pointed to Jesper, Kaz and Vixen.

“You three, out.”

Vixen was the first to do so, but not before leaving a disguised elbow in the crotch of the man who had tried to touch her, and who let out another yelp of pain. 

As soon as she put her feet on the ground, two arms held hers, which were still in shackles. They were two other men from the standwatch, who must have been aware of the girl's history. Kaz and Jesper climbed down behind her and the three were escorted into a building the girl didn't recognize. She felt out of place, like a fish out of water, and she didn't like that. Vixen needed to know her surroundings, it was the reason she had survived so long. So she made sure to observe everything around them as they were led into a room, making a mental map of the building for when they escaped their captors.

Once in the room, they were seated in chairs and the man from the standwatch stood in front of them. 

“Someone paid good kruge to have some alone time with the three of you," he said with a smile. The girl was not surprised. Everyone had a price, you just needed to know what the amount was. It was one of the first lessons Kaz had taught her.

The doors in front of them opened and through them an older man with a gray mustache entered. Vixen recognized him without trouble. It was Dreesen, a merchant from Kerch. And the man who had hired them to bring him Alina Starkov, the Sun Summoner. 

The young woman let Kaz and Jesper handle the conversation while she studied the room for a way out of there. It was thanks to that scrutiny that she noticed the bodyguard. Dreesen had brought two men to protect him. The one on the right looked like a bodyguard. The right posture and ready to pounce if his boss was attacked. The one on the left, however, did not have the bearing of a guard. His back was too straight and his shoulders too square, as if he needed to stand out even without intending to. His eyes moved between the merchant and the three prisoners, as if he was very interested in the conversation. A bodyguard wasn't interested in such things. What gave him away were the cufflinks on his jacket. Too expensive for a guard's salary. 

Kaz must have noticed the same thing she did, because he cut Dreesen off mid-speech.

“It wasn't your money, Dreesen. You were brought here as a intermediary. Someone to hire the likes of us. But this operation wasn’t yours. It was his" he assumed, pointing to the bodyguard on the left. 

Dreesen was about to protest, but the stranger cut him off.

“Oh, yes. Totally convincing," he said wryly, approaching the merchant. “Thank you, Dreesen. But I'll take it from here " he added, looking at the three crows.

Vixen saw the new posture he was acquiring, even stiffer, more arrogant. He was just like the rest of men who entered the Barrel with a full wallet and false hopes. He had an undeniable beauty, which made him even more unbearable. Vixen was fed up with those bastards for the false freedom they thought they had, not bothering to protect their backs -or their pockets-, while she had to keep an eye always open for survival.

"Tell me. What give it away? "he asked amused. That pissed off Vixen even more, that he took the false identity as a joke. 

“You dress too well for a bodyguard," Kaz replied. The girl took a moment while the man took off his hat to sign at Kaz, still wearing the shackles. She hated those things. She needed her hands to communicate and to defend herself. "And you were hanging onto every word, as if it was your money on the table. My question is, who are you?"

"Oh, you don't know me?" he asked, and aside from the arrogance that permeated his voice, there was also surprise. Although Vixen didn't know if it was genuine or just another show, like the rest of his appearance. "Maybe in profile," he added, letting them see his face from the side. Vixen had to admit that he had a very nice profile, but that didn't take away from the fact that his arrogance made her feel repulsed by him. However, something about his arrogant posture rubbed her the wrong way. Vixen was a major asset in the Crows because she was good at identifying details. And there was something odd about the man's attitude. It was too perfect, as if it were rehearsed. "No? Very well. The name is Sturmhond," he introduced himself, leaning against the table casually.

"I’ve heard of you" Jesper said, which made the man smile.

"Yeah, I should hope so."

"He's a very rich pirate," the zelemi explained to the other two prisoners. 

"A privateer, actually" the man corrected him, as if he had had to clarify that one too many times. “It’s an important distinction”

Vixen looked at him again, weighing the information. The arrogant posture suited him for a pirate, and the cufflinks might belong to a very rich one. But his posture was too elegant and refined for a man who had lived his whole life at sea. As she studied him on that occasion, Sturmhond returned her gaze. His expression remained steady. Vixen guessed he would be good at gambling games with that impassive expression. But she needed him to give her the information she was looking for. She had to know who he really was.

Nikolai forgot about the other two men occupying the room for a moment as his attention was drawn to the girl to Kaz Brekker's left. She was so still and silent that he had almost forgotten she was there. He supposed that was what they meant when they said Vixen was like Brekker's shadow. He wondered what a thief would want with a Wraith and a Shadow at the same time, but he didn't ask out loud. He looked at her, her frown as she looked at him and the tension in her body. She looked...angry. But he didn't know why. It was the first time they had met, and he thought for sure she didn't know who he really was. He had made research on the Crows, but there was very little about her. Everyone talked about the lethal Wraith, but Sturmhond considered Vixen more mysterious. He knew that wasn't her real name, but no one knew what it was. She had appeared shortly after Kaz Brekker created the Crows and he had taken her in as one of his own. He had been told that Vixen was as loyal to Kaz as a dog to its owner. Rumor also had it that she could not speak.

"Are you the Wraith or the Shadow?" he asked with a small smile, just to find out if the angry expression was permanent or just being offered to him. He verified it was the latter when her brow furrowed even more. The first sound he heard coming from her was the clinking of her hadcuffs as she gestured with her hands staring at him. The privateer didn't know the meaning of her signs, but it must not have been a compliment, if he could take Jesper Fahley's smirk into account. 

"My question now is: What does a privateer want with the Summoner?" Kaz spoke again to get the blond to stop looking at Vixen. 

"You may not be aware, but half the world is looking for her. Or even just confirmation of her death. The reward has gone up. Twenty million to hand her over to Fjerda. Turns out they're not particularly pleased with Kirigan and the Sun Summoner's plan to weaponize the Fold."

Vixen wanted to hit the man upon hearing him speak so snidely about the Sun Summoner's death, but she restrained herself. She could not yet unveil that her hands were no longer tied. 

Jesper laughed and revealed the truth unconsciously by referring to the grisha by her first name. That served Sturmhond as proof that they had at least seen her in person. They had talked to her. Then he turned his attention to the other two crows, who remained silent.

"You escaped. I know you two are already out of those cuff" he asked with a smile, as if he was impressed, but not overly concerned. Kaz let the shackles fall to the ground. Vixen guessed there was no problem in showing that she had gotten rid of hers as well. "If we had more time, I would insist that you show me how."

He offered them money and to let them go if they would tell him where Alina was. Jesper was going to refuse, but Kaz told him straight out. Sturmhond left the money and their weapons on the table and exit with what he came for, but left a tense atmosphere in the room. As soon as the door closed, Kaz and Vixen were on the move. The Crows boss went over to get their things from the table while the girl headed for the windows to look for the escape route. The hallway was not an option because it would be occupied by the Standwatch. 

Jesper seemed disappointed that Kaz had sold Alina out. Vixen hated confrontations, so she opened the window and went outside while leaving them to sort it out alone. From the window sill she scanned the corridors on either side of the room and the rest of the windows to locate the standwatch. She peeked back into the room when she saw them running toward them. Vixen tapped on the glass just enough to get the attention of the two boys and motioned for them to come out. Just then, a bang sound on the door, which was blocked by a chair someone had used to block it. She guessed it had been Kaz because Jesper was still fighting with his handcuffs.

They went back to the Barrel and hid in the worst part of the neighbourhood, where the Standwatch didn't patrol.

"What are they accusing us of? Who have we killed?" Kaz asked as they walked. 

"Tante Helen," Inej answered, making Jesper jump in fright. He hadn't heard her coming. 

"We didn't do that, though? Wait. Did you do that?" the zelemi asked Inej. He seemed to be begging to be told he was right.

"It was Pekka Rollins, wasn’t it?" Kaz guessed.

"It was a trap for when you returned, for taking the Summoner's job from him" Vixen confirmed, running her fingertips along the texture of her daggers. Her voice sounded a little hoarse after not using it for so long.

#sturmhond #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov imagine #shadow and bone #grisha netflix #six of crows #Kaz Brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #tolya #tamar #zoya #alina starvok #the darkling #genya #ravka

[starogeorgina]

29 question tag gamem

Thank you @pinkpoppymoon for the tag 💙

1. Do you have a nickname? Wee shaky (top tier epilepsy humour)

2. Do you have tattoos? Yes, five

3. Star sign? Libra

4. Height? 5ft

5. Random fact about yourself? I have ghostface masks hanging on the wall next to my bed

6. Current job? I work as a NA in a hospital and in the process of opening up my own salon/piercing studio

7. Guilty pleasure character? Criston Cole - my heart says no, but vagina says yes 🤣

8. Favourite bands? Green day

9. Song that’s stuck in your head? Labour by Paris Paloma

10. Favourite fictional universe? ASOIAF

11. Favourite fanfic that isn’t your own? Inside, outside - been ride or die for this story for nearly two years! @topazy

12. What do you post on your account? Mainly fanfiction

13. Do you work in the career you first studied? No, I’m a fully trained combat medical technician/ EMT, but due to medical reasons, I can no longer drive so had to go down a different career path

14. Dream holiday destination? Australia, Canada, and Alaska

15. What country are you from? Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

16. What are three fictional universes you would like to live in? Harry Potter, the 100 and TWD

17. TV show ending that disappointed you? The 100! Clarke… Bellamy… I’ll never recover

18. Celeb crush? Pedro Pascal

19. What category is your favourite in film/tv? Horror and crime

20. What TV series did you give up on? Riverdale, season one was so good, but I lost interest halfway into season two

21. Are you named after anyone? My mum 💕

22. Do you have any pets? A very handsome doggo

23. What smell(s) remind you of home? Salty sea air & seafood, I live right on the coast and come from a family of fishermen

24. If you write, what fandoms do you write for? Currently, I write for GOT, HOTD, Criminal minds, TLOF, and Vikings

25. Comfort food? Pasta

26. Do you drink and smoke? No, and no

27. Are you attending any festival/concerts this year? Green day, Liam Gallagher, Calvin Harris, Example, Chase & status, Gerry Cinnamon, Courteeners

28. Are you a fussy eater? I’m vegetarian, so yes haha

29. Do you collect anything? Funko pop horror characters, graphic novels (the punisher, d&d, TWD), and ASOIAF dragon figurines

Tagging: @topazy @no-damsel @justinalovee @lenny09 @residentmoon @bucknastysbabe @starsandbutterfliesss

#tag game #question game

[anotherplacemag]

Going To The Sand | Tessa Bunney

Flookburgh fishermen never say they are going fishing just that they are ‘Going to the Sand’. They travel where they need to by ancient tractors, negotiating tides and constantly changing sands and channels.

For over 30 years, I have photographed rural life, working closely with individuals and communities to investigate how the landscape is shaped by humans. From hill farmers near my home in North Yorkshire to Icelandic puffin hunters, from Romanian nomadic shepherds to artisan flower growers my projects reveal the fascinating intricacies of the dependencies between people, work and the land.

As a photographer, sometimes people and places just get to you. Morecambe Bay has been like that for me. Over four years ago a chance meeting with two of Flookburgh’s handful of remaining fishermen has led to this series of photographs.

During this time I have spent many days 6 miles out on the Sand with the fishermen in all seasons and all weathers. I learnt about craams and riddles, tide tables and bye-laws, shrimping, musselling and cockling, fishing with all kinds of nets. These skills have been passed down through generations of fishermen, all with the backdrop of the beautiful but often harsh landscape of the Bay.

During this relatively short space of time regulations have changed resulting in many of my photographs documenting the end of several eras.

These photographs were produced between August 2018 and November 2021.

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book - we’re delighted to be collaborating with Tessa to release this fantastic series as a limited edition photobook. It’s just launched for pre-orders, and is available in a standard edition for just £20 or a special edition (30 copies) each of which come with a limited edition A4 print signed & numbered by Tessa (see image at the bottom). You can see the covers and a few sample spreads from the book below...

All images & text © Tessa Bunney

[thecreaturecodex]

Lightning Worm Swarm

[Squirm is a deeply dumb variation on 1970s eco-horror. The monsters are killer earthworms, played by Glycera bloodworms in closeup shots, and they’re apparently mutated by electricity rather than toxic waste, nuclear accidents, a hole in the ozone layer, or any of the other excuses that that subgenre usually uses. Since they tear apart a small town following fallen power lines after a storm, shouldn’t such communities be attacked by worms on the regular in this universe? This is another movie that appeared on MST3K, as the second-to-last episode of the original series. The MST3K cut cuts out some of the gore and some sexual menace from the human villain, the backwoods incel Roger (who gets attacked by the worms and survives, but looks like a zombie for the third act? Bizarre). Unlike Reptilicus, I don’t think you’re missing much by sticking to the MST3K cut.]

Lightning Worm Swarm CR 6 N Magical Beast This cluster of worms is a lurid red and moves in unison. Each individual worm has bristles on its sides and a pair of nasty hooked jaws.

Deep in the cypress swamps, fishermen and hunters tell tales of the lightning worms. These little critters look almost identical to earthworms, but have sharp eversible jaws and can deliver a venomous nip when grabbed. Worse, they seem empowered by electricity, and often emerge following a lightning storm, hence the name. A single lightning worm can be a painful surprise, but is effectively harmless. A swarm of them, such as forms following multiple direct lightning strikes to the earth, or in the wake of magical electrical discharges, is a menace.

Lightning worm swarms fear the light, and so emerge after dark in order to feed en masse. Their bites are only mildly venomous one at a time, but can overwhelm victims with paralysis, swelling and excruciating pain. Fighting them with electrical spells is a fool’s errand, as the swarm only gets faster and more agile upon being electrocuted. These swarms are usually temporary, existing for a few days of frenzied feeding before the survivors disperse. But in areas where electrical monsters, like shocker lizards and will o wisps, are prevalent, lightning worm swarms may form permanent aggregations.

Lightning Worm Swarm                CR 6 XP 2,400 N Diminutive magical beast (swarm) Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +0, tremorsense 30 ft. Defense AC 18, touch 18, flat-footed 14 (+4 size, +4 Dex) hp 65 (10d10+10) Fort +8, Ref +11, Will +3 Immune electricity, mind-influencing effects, swarm traits, weapon damage Defensive Abilities electric agility; Weakness light blindness, vulnerability to area of effects Offense Speed 30 ft., burrow 20 ft. Melee swarm (2d6 plus distraction and poison) Space 10 ft.; Reach 0 ft. Special Attacks distraction (Fort DC 16) Statistics Str 1, Dex 19, Con 13, Int -, Wis 10, Cha 2 Base Atk +10; CMB -; CMD 15 Ecology Environment warm and temperate forests and marshes Organization solitary or horde (2-20) Treasure none Special Abilities Electric Agility (Su) A lightning worm swarm takes no damage from electrical effects. Instead, whenever a lightning worm swarm takes electricity damage, it gains a +10 foot enhancement bonus to its speeds and a temporary increase to its Dexterity score by 1d4 points. Further electricity damage continues to increase its Dexterity, but cannot increase its speed further. These temporary Dexterity points are lost at a rate of 1 per hour; when all points are lost, the lightning worm swarm loses its enhancement bonus to speed. Poison (Ex) Injury—swarm; save Fort DC 16; duration 1/round for 4 rounds; effect 1d4 Dexterity damage and 1 Con damage; cure 1 save. The save DC is Constitution based.

#lightning worm swarm #swarm #squirm #b movies #it came from the silver screen #MST3K #pathfinder 1e

[weathermanpolls]

By the laws of Uplift, uplifted species remain client, (i.e. slave), species for their masters for 100,000 years. I didn't write the laws. And the fact Humans didn't write the laws is a main point of conflict in the series.

Mouse / Rat: Small, (even after uplift, likely 2-3 feet), dextrous, intelligent. Make great clerks or domestic servants.

Cat / Dog: Traditional companion animals. Friendly, supportive. Cats are more adventurous, while Dogs are more loyal.

Centaur / Minotaur: Extremely strong and enduring. Centaurs can be ridden. Will go stir crazy if you don't keep them moving. Minotaurs are even stronger but also more suited to a sedentary lifestyle. And most Cows are bred for milk.

Sheep / Goat: Between the Centaur / Minotaur and Cat/Dog hybrids. Good, solid servants. Goats are more playful and adventurous, while sheep are more content with the quiet life. Both are also milk breeds.

Dolphin: A playful, clever aquatic species. Alright, let's be honest, we're going to make mermaids. We all want to make mermaids. We could justify it by having them tend to submerged fields, or act as fishermen. Maybe mix in a bit of DNA from the larger whales to make them better singers.

Crow / Raven: Crow and Ravens are very thoughtful. I'm thinking keep crows small assistants (hand-sized Daitengu), while turning ravens into larger guards and messengers (2-3 ft tall, 4-5 ft wingspan? Karasu-Tengu).

Parrots: Very intelligent and chatty. Would make great callcentre workers. You wouldn't need to waste money on stupid things like floors.

Cocks (male) are exceptionally brash and militant, while the Chickens (female) don't do much rather than cluck and lay eggs. So, secretarial pool that you can keep the eggs from? And an airmobile military force.

Naga: Slender and adaptable. Low metabolism and have to get a good portion of their heat from external sources.

Note: No great apes, because they would fill a similar niche, and we would be fucked if they got uppity. Elephants are quite intelligent, but also costly to feed. I did the math for Centaur / Minotaurs, and it's like $6/day to feed the, but Elephants? Also no food animals.

#uplift #polls

[asandreolli]

“We need to learn to see not just with Western eyes but with Islamic eyes and Inuit eyes, not just with human eyes but with golden-cheeked warbler eyes, coho salmon eyes, and polar bear eyes, and not even just with eyes at all but with the wild, barely articulate being of clouds and seas and rocks and trees and stars.” –ROY SCRANTON

Eyes as Big as Plates is the ongoing collaborative project between Karoline Hjorth (NO) and Riitta Ikonen (FI). Starting out as a play on characters from Nordic folklore, Eyes as Big as Plates has evolved into a continual search for modern human’s belonging to nature. The series is produced in collaboration with retired farmers, fishermen, zoologists, plumbers, opera singers, housewives, artists, academics and ninety year old parachutists. Since 2011 the artist duo has portrayed seniors in Norway, Finland, France, US, UK, Iceland, the Faroe Islands, Sweden, Japan, Greenland, Czech Republic and South Korea. Each image in the series presents a solitary figure in a landscape, dressed in elements from surroundings that indicate neither time nor place. Here nature acts as both content and context: characters literally inhabit the landscape wearing sculptures they create in collaboration with the artists. [1] Eyes as Big as Plates # Brit (Norway 2018) © Karoline Hjorth & Riitta Ikonen [2] Eyes as Big as Plates # Mrs Sim (South Korea 2017) © Karoline Hjorth & Riitta Ikonen [3] Eyes as Big as Plates # Mr Ohi (South Korea 2017) © Karoline Hjorth & Riitta Ikonen [4] Eyes as Big as Plates # Eli (Norway 2017) © Karoline Hjorth & Riitta Ikonen [5] Eyes as Big as Plates # Jan (Norway 2017) © Karoline Hjorth & Riitta Ikonen [6] Eyes as Big as Plates # Agnes I (Norway 2011) © Karoline Hjorth & Riitta Ikonen [7] Eyes as Big as Plates # Marie I (US 2013) © Karoline Hjorth & Riitta Ikonen credit: https://karolinehjorth.com/eyes-as-big-as-plates/

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Friday, November 18, 2022 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: INTERRUPTING CHICKEN (Apple TV+) SPIRITED (Apple TV +) ZIWE (Crave TV) DISENCHANTED (Disney + Star) BLUE’S BIG CITY ADVENTURE (Paramount +) EMERIL COOKS (The Roku Channel) MARTHA HOLIDAYS (The Roku Channel) INVENTING THE CHRISTMAS PRINCE (W Network) 8:00pm

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AMAZON PRIME CANADA THE PEOPLE WE HATE AT THE WEDDING SUGAR WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING

CBC GEM THE CUBAN DOCUMENTARY NOW (Season 4) (!!!!) EXPRESS GRAND DESIGNS AUSTRALIA (Season 10)

CRAVE TV CANADA’S DRAG RACE: CANADA VS. THE WORLD (Season 1, Episode 1) A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS HARMONY GIRL (2020) GREMLINS HARRY AND THE HENDERSONS HOME HOT SEAT JEM AND THE HOLOGRAMS L WORD: GENERATION Q (Season 3) LEGALLY BLONDE LEGALLY BLONDE 2 THE POPE’S APOLOGY: REPORTER’S NOTEBOOK BY CREESON AGECOUTAY AND JILL MACYSHON THE SCORE TO THE ARCTIC TURBO VEGHEADZ: HOLIDAY SPECIAL ZIWE (Season 3)

DISNEY + STAR BEST IN SNOW BREAKAWAY DISENCHANTED ESPN FILMS PRESENTS: 144 JUNE 17TH, 1994 MARION JONES: PRESS PAUSE MICKEY AND THE ROADSTER RACERS: DIGGITY-DOG (Season 1 premiere) MICKEY MOUSEKERSIZE (Season 1 premiere) MICKEY: THE STORY OF A MOUSE   ONCE BROTHERS STRAIGHT OUTTA L.A. THE TWO ESCOBARS UNGUARDED WINNING TIME: REGGIE MILLER VS. THE NEW YORK KNICKS THE WONDERFUL AUTUMN OF MICKEY MOUSE YOU DON’T KNOW BO

NETFLIX CANADA THE CUPHEAD SHOW! (Part 3) ELITE (Season 6) INSIDE JOB (Part 2) REIGN SUPREME SLUMBERLAND SOMEBODY THE VIOLENCE ACTION

NBA BASKETBALL (SN NOW) 7:00pm: Heat vs. Wizards (SN/SN1) 7:30pm: Bucks vs. 76ers (TSN4/TSN5) 8:30pm: Nuggets vs. Mavericks (SN1) 10:00pm: Knicks vs. Warriors

NHL HOCKEY (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Kings vs. Canucks (TSN4) 7:00pm: Penguins vs. Leafs

REINDEER GAMES HOMECOMING (CTV Life) 7:00pm:  Sparks fly between a Vermont biology teacher and her high school crush as they compete in a holiday fundraising tradition.

MARKETPLACE (CBC) 8:00pm: The cost of living is higher than it’s been in nearly 40 years and we’re all feeling the pinch. We reveal the ways we're paying more & getting less. An inflation survival guide you can't afford to miss. Reporter: Travis Dhanraj

RODEO NATION (APTN) 8:00pm: A few wrecks make Zachery King question the future of his season.

LOONS: A CRY FROM THE MIST (Cottage Life) 8:00pm: Biologists try to figure out why North American loons are in danger.

CHRISTMAS IN LOVE (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: Ellie must decide if she should trust the big city CEO she is falling for, but more importantly, whether to take a leap of faith in making her own dreams come true.

TRAVEL MAN: 48 HOURS IN… (CBC) 8:30pm:  Richard Ayoade is joined by comedian Ellie Taylor for a 2-day meander around Madrid, following an itinerary rich in art, ham, history and histrionics.

STORIES FROM THE LAND (APTN) 8:30pm: The last two active traditional net fishermen on one of Canada's largest lakes wonder what the future holds as fishing operations dwindle to a sliver of what they used to be.

THE PASSIONATE EYE (CBC) 9:00pm: Wall Street Blues; A band of online day traders managed to completely disrupt the stock market, the global financial industry and maybe, the future of who gets to make big money and how.

TRANSPLANT (CTV) 9:00pm: Bash's life is scrutinized during his citizenship interview; when treating survivors of a building fire, Theo needs Bash's help with a scared young boy; Mags helps a recovering addict who swallowed her keys; June and Bash treat estranged brothers.

THE SCORE (Crave) 9:00pm: Two small-time crooks drive to a secluded cafe for a big score.

CANADA'S DRAG RACE: CANADA VS. THE WORLD (Crave 2) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): It’s an all-star season of sorts with Canadians, as well as, foreign nations featured including New Zealand, the United Kingdom, and the United States.

CRIME BEAT (Global) 10:00pm: Glen Davis was a multi-millionaire philanthropist, well-known for his generosity; he and his wife donated millions to charities, including the World Wildlife Fund (WWF).

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All the questions for Lorelei

Alright, round two!

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1. What inspired you to create your oc?

I was in dms with a mutual talking about designing a Black Clover oc. And I was struck with the thought: the inability to use the world's power system and replaces it with guns like Genya from KnY but with the enthusiasm for that power system like Izuku from BNHA. And that's how I came up with Lorelei.

2. Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

Honestly, I just threw random physical characteristics out there. I put no thought into Lorelei's appearance. Whoops!

3. What is the origin of the character’s name?

The name Lorelei comes from the name of the rock headland on the Rhine River. There's a legend about a woman of the same name who lured fishermen to their deaths.

4. Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

I gave Lorelei her name because I thought of the Pokemon character Lorelei, who has an elegant and intelligent look and decided to apply the name to an intellectual character.

In-universe, I like to think that Ulesse, Lorelei's adoptive father, gave her that name because a significant female relative of his had that name.

5. What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What’s the in-universe reason?

On the same level as Asta. Lorelei's got no mana. Instead, she's incredibly intelligent and uses guns of her own invention.

A magicless gunslinger in a world of magic was just too cool an idea to pass up! It's a simple and silly reason but it's mine!

In-universe, I'm gonna say that Lorelei having no magic is simply a weird genetic mutation. She committed to researching magic and inventing to make up for her lack of magical ability. And since Lorelei's guns are her own invention, of course she's a master at using them.

6. What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What’s the in-universe reason?

Super fast targets, like users of Lightning or Light Magic would be hard for Lorelei to hit them. Strong defensive spells are difficult for her bullets to break through as well.

The explanation for Lorelei's weakness is the same in and out of universe. Normal guns are of course going to have limitations in a world fueled by magic. The technology is unparalleled and unknown to most of Clover Kingdom but it's still something non-magical. Lorelei will never be able to match magic with technology alone.

7. Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Lorelei's best skills outside of marksmanship are her high alcohol tolerance, handiness with tools, practically perfect memory, and incredible organization skills. Her passion for work is one of her personality strengths along with the belief that everyone and everything can and will contribute to a greater good.

She has the skills that she has simply because they make sense for her character. She's friends with one of the series' best drinkers and half of her character is about research so she needs to be able to hold onto the information somehow. As for her personality traits, her passion is what brought her and Julius together so she needed that. But her belief shows her ability to balance hope and utilitarianism. Even awful people's actions technically contribute to a greater good because those who are truly in the right will oppose evil to build a better tomorrow.

In story, research and inventing were all she had. She practiced with mechanical parts until her hands felt too light without anything them. She used every learning strategy out there until it became impossible for her to forget things. She's got so many books and research notes that she's found a way to organize by subject, date, length of work, and other factors. And it's likely because she doesn't have magic that she's so obsessed with it. Her belief comes from the fact that she might not have ended up where she is if she hadn't been abandoned. Her birth parents didn't keep up but Ulesse was the parent who gave her the support and freedom to become who she is. Something as seemingly heartless as that brought about something good eventually. Essentially, Lorelei's "everything can contribute to the greater good" is another way of saying "everything happens for a reason."

8. Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they’re not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?

Lorelei's biggest flaws as a character are her obsessiveness and her tendency to forget the human aspect in her work. She'll get people involved in her research and experiments. She's got energy for days when it comes to work but if she delves too deep into the zone, she tends to lose sight of the world around her. She can become so invested in observing magic that she forgets about the person using the magic.

I felt that I needed to make Lorelei nice, but not too nice. But I wasn't going to just make her some hot-n-cold kind of character whose kindness is arbitrarily present. I needed her kindness, and general decency, to go away in certain scenarios without her coming off as cruel.

In-story, Lorelei can get hyper-fixated on whatever she has decided to focus on. She could be focusing on a research paper that she's going to get published or her latest magical invention. When she has her sights set on something, she doesn't drop it until she's seen it through to completion. Not the wisest thing for her and she comes off as quite demanding according to those who work with Lorelei. But she can't help it when she gets absorbed into her work.

9. In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

Lorelei is by far "The Smart Guy" in any group. Especially when a situation is magic related, she will likely know what's going on and what the solution is. She's also much better at supporting others than leading, except when it comes to her own research. She can make a battle plan and dish out the details. But when a fight is in motion, Julius is the one calling the shots and adapting the strategy on the fly. She is a ranged fighter with her guns after all, being on the front lines isn't her style.

10. What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

Everything she has, she's mostly gotten by her own two hands. She studied magic herself. Built her own guns and developed the skill to use them all on her own. Meeting Julius was by chance but she proved her worth as an assistant to him through being able to train mages and help them improve their skill simply by understanding the mechanics of their attribute. She's a renowned researcher of magic and her knowledge has shaped modern day Clover Kingdom. And she's still not done making contributions to society.

11. What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

I wrote her with this trait but her unwillingness to roll with unexpected circumstances. Because life is more the unexpected than the planned. She's not desperate to be in control at all times, like I said she's a follower rather than a leader. She simply dislikes having to deal with things she couldn't never anticipated which makes me want to shake her because I almost never have things planned out and I still manage to get by.

12. Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

Julius. They both want to make the kingdom a more peaceful and equal place for all the citizens. There's also there shared love of magic. Julius is more into discovering magic and Lorelei is into researching it so they complement each other well. They're also a formidable fighting team together as Julius can speed up her already fast bullets to catch enemies unawares. One of Lorelei's sniper sights also has an enchantment on it which allows her to see a few seconds into the future and make her aim on moving targets better.

Marx. Much like Julius, Marx respects Lorelei and her abilities btu can be annoyed by her passion for magic. At least she doesn't go wandering out to find interesting magic and run away from paperwork. Also, Lorelei treats Marx to days out to unwind. She feels like an aunt to him in a way.

Yami. Lorelei is bribed very easily. If Yami says he can bring one of his squad members' grimoires over for her to analyze, she would quadruple his wages for a month no questions asked.

Sally. Lorelei will take this mad genius mind and the two of them will take over the world with magic inventions./j But seriously, since Sally kind of gets reformed, she would make an excellent student for Lorelei. Although, there might need to be someone in the room from getting too absorbed into their work.

13. Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

I'd say that the other Magic Knight Captains are a slight beef against her. See, Lorelei likes to research magic attributes and grimoires. And to do so, she has to read grimoires. Meaning convincing people to give her their grimoires. And the captains don't like that she technically has the authority to ask for them.

Langris. Lorelei actually hates offensive Spatial Magic. Because you know what, any magic can destroy things. Maybe not as thoroughly as Spacial Magic but that's besides the point. Instant transport between two locations is leagues better than what Langris can do. There'd be mutual hate because Langris can't stand the idea of someone with no magic passing such negative judgment on him.

14. Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

Lorelei has no love interests. She is asexual and aromantic. Her only love is magic. And maybe coffee takes second place with how much she would need to drink it.

15. How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?

Well Lorelei does make it so Asta having no magic isn't entirely unprecedented.

Plot wise, she's present at the Magic Knight Exam to scout out interesting magic and she spies Asta. While all the squad captains as asking for Yuno, Lorelei makes Asta the offer of having him join Julius' personal team of assistants. It makes him stand out and immediately makes him someone to watch out for if he got an offer to be in the Wizard King's personnel and Yuno didn't.

While not related directly to the plot, Lorelei would ask for Asta's time so they can test the capabilities and limits of the anti-magic swords as they're gathered. I'm still debating on whether or not one of Lorelei's guns would get pulled into Asta's grimoire, thus giving him a ranged weapon with anti-magic bullets. Might be op but then again, Asta wielding a gun is cool enough to excuse op-ness.

Lorelei's next plot involvement is in the elf reincarnation arc. She catches sight of Julius and Patry's fight and fires a few rounds only to miss. But Patry is still thrown off by the technology of a human with no magic. She doesn't do much but her presence only fuel's Patry's rage against humanity.

And finally when Heart Kingdom enters the picture, you know this woman is going to go feral at the chance to study the magic there. I can imagine her asking for permission to go to Heart Kingdom and conduct research even if she doesn't have any magic to be trained.

16. What aspect(s) of the universe’s lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?

Lorelei doesn't really change up the lore as far as I'm concerned. She has helped advance magical technology in places but not enough to really call a lore shake up.

17. List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc’s characterization or their narrative arc.

-Badass Bookworm: Lorelei is a nerd first and awesome sharpshooter second. Her intelligence also makes her a more competent fighter. -Gadgeteer Genius: she's got her own guns, a magic detecting device, and a prototype for a motorbike in the works. -The Gunslinger: the only one of her kind. -Socialite: Lorelei would like to be more of one at least.

18. Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?

I... honestly don't know how guns work so I don't know how Lorelei was able to discover, utilize, and fine tune the mechanics that go into making a working firearm. And Lorelei uses fantasy firearms which would have a little more kick to them. So I'd probably ask her how her guns work.

I'd probably take Lorelei to a local library or bookstore so she could see the fantasy sections. I think they'd be right up her alley, especially books/series with harder magic systems.

19. How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?

She'd probably grill me on information about the Black Clover world that she might not know about. If I'm her creator looking onto the world she exists in from an all-knowing perspective, then she'd want to squeeze out every last once of information I can muster. Which would be bad. I don't think characters, much less ocs, should be privy to the meta workings of the world they exist in.

20. Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn’t expect to make.

I still don't know where her surname, Koascky, came from. I just mashed letters together to come up with something. Initially, I though the name sounded vaguely Russian but at this point I've accepted that it should probably be a letter combination meant to indicate a sneeze. My brain just generated those letters and I was like "yup, that's a name!"

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Fishermen’s Day (Marshall Islands)

Heroes’ Day (Zambia)

Mechanical Pencil Day

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National Workaholics Day

Sempach Commemoration Day (Switzerland) [Monday after 4th]

Shouting Day

Thong Day

Tynwald Day (Isle of Man) [If 5th a Weekend, Celebrated on Monday]

Virgin Islands Day (British Virgin Islands)

Work Without Your Hands Day (SpongeBob)

World Badminton Day

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Food & Drink Celebrations

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Lucky & Unlucky Days

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Hit the Road Jack, by Ray Charles (Song; 1961)

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Seinfeld (TV Series; 1989)

The Way, Way Back (Film; 2013)

Weekend at Bernie’s (Film; 1989)

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Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 6 Tammuz 5782

Islamic: 5 Ḏū al-Ḥijjah 1443

J Cal: 6 Lux; Fiveday [6 of 30]

Julian: 22 June 2022

Moon: 32% Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 18 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Suger]

Runic Half Month: Foeh (Wealth) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 15 of 90)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 15 of 30)

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