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adiluv · 4 months

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✦ : ❝ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 !

꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which he sees his first snow. 826 words.

꒰warnings꒱ possibly ooc, reader is inazuman, not fully edited.

꒰adi moment꒱ merry christmas and happy new years @realkavehgf! you're an insanely kind person, and i'm frfr wishing you the best for 2024! this was my first time writing anything specifically for kaveh, so i do hope that i did him some justice. hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀི১

Sumeru, as one might come to assume upon learning of the nation’s typical climate, has never exactly been known to experience cold weather. Quite the opposite, really, if you were being entirely honest with yourself; if your time spent traversing the Dendro Goddess’ domain were to ever be considered a trustworthy testament.

Hot was… an understatement, to say the least. A crude one, at that, almost akin to a dry joke that you might overhear while attempting to navigate the bazaar during one of the more unbearable summer days, sweaty palms just barely managing to maintain their grip on your groceries, the sun beating down on you with such intensity that you’d fear that your clothing would become soaked by the time you managed to return to the comfort of your small apartment.

Truthfully, it was no surprise that Kaveh had never once seen snow. Expected, even, long before he came to admit the fact of his own accord, the both of you lying within his bed as you mourned your first winter away from home, gentle hands pulling you close, almost comfortable enough within his embrace to disregard just how uncomfortably warm the temperatures remained during—what should’ve been—one of the coldest months of the year.

It was convenient, then, that he’d receive an invitation to Mondstadt City during the midst of the season, the Favonius library (of which you’d heard its librarian was a rather mysterious woman who’d attended the Akademiya alongside your lover) eager to host such an accomplished Kshahrewar scholar like himself.

The both of you jumped at the opportunity, albeit for different reasons. The notion of inspiring future architects did, after all, hold quite a large appeal, doubly so considering the scrutiny that the arts had faced under the previous Grand Sage’s rule; and you’d never before been given the chance to visit the Nation of Freedom, either, what with the Vision Hunt Decree weighing so heavily over your ability to sightsee.

Besides, getting to witness your beloved’s face practically pressed up against the window of your shared hotel room, expression overtaken by sheer admiration as he admired the snowfall… Certainly was an added bonus. Especially so when it landed the both of you where you were now, gently tugging at his gloved hand as the both of you took a stroll through the desolate streets, the moon having long taken its rightful place within the sky.

Especially so when his cautious inquiry finally melted away into a gentle sense of elation, arms fully outstretched for second-long intervals before being pulled towards his face, gorgeous crimson eyes admiring the designs of the tiny flakes tangled up within the scarlet yarn.

Yes, especially so when you’d impulsively moved to gather up some snow as his back was turned towards you, hitting him directly between the shoulder blades as he admired the latest batch caught on his clothing, the both of you soon running to find cover from the barrages of snowballs being sent each other's way; initial inhibitions wholly abandoned as you fought to gain the upper hand.

… Not that it was even that hard. Kaveh had certainly been put at a disadvantage, shuffling through the snow like a fish out of water, the heavy layers he’d simply insisted on wearing only serving to drag him further down into the snow.

“Dearest,” he huffs, breath wisping out of his mouth as he moves to duck behind the fountain, mittens haphazardly grabbing onto as much snow as they can as he makes his descent. With the distance, you miss the way that his golden hair has begun to stick onto his forehead, the way that he has to readjust his scarf in order to allow more air to flow through as he pulls himself back up. “I love you, truly, but please do go a bit easier—”

His final words are cut off by the sound of a snowball slamming directly onto his face, your own eyes widening as the excess falls to the floor, lips thinned in an attempt to restrain your laughter as you emerge from behind a crate.

Scrunching up the snow he’d obtained into one of his hands, the other moves up to wipe off the rest of the offending substance, shaking off what he can from his seemingly star-speckled clothing. His teeth chatter, pale skin taking on a pink-ish hue, and you’re halfway to stammering out an apology to his uncharacteristically stiff figure before you notice the lank smile that’s tugging at his lips.

You’re hardly even given the chance to react before he retaliates, shock written across your features as your vision is obscured, body reeling back just as another one manages to make contact with your arm, hurriedly retreating only for one to collide into your back.

… His aim might just be better than you give him credit for. Though it’s hard to be mad when his laugh sounds so melodic.

“Oh, it’s so on.”

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wonik1ss · 4 months

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Snow Girl — Sullyoon

pairing : non idol!sullyoon x reader

song rec : hits different - taylor swift & my love mine all mine - mitski

summary : on one stormy night you get trapped in a coffee shop with the only worker left

a/n : sorry for not posting this week school kept me busy!

NOT I REPEAT NOT PROOF READ

The door’s bells jingled and instantly Sullyoon regrets letting Kyujin put them up.

“Welcome to-“. As Sullyoon first set her eyes on you she slightly opened her eyes and stared in aw. Meanwhile you stated at the menu above her. The starstruck girl took that as an opportunity to look over your features. You were utterly gorgeous.

“Can I just get a chai tea please?”

“Hmm”. You chuckled as the taller girl got out of her daze.

“Chai tea please”. Sullyoon nodded and watched you put in your card, she actually conceded Kyujins idea of writing something in a customers coffee. You thanked the girl again and Sullyoon ran to the back to give the order to Kyujin.

“A chai tea and a chocolate croissant!”

“You the foods in the front right..?”. Bae asked as Sullyoon rolled her eyes. Kyujins eyes darted to the older girl as she ran over and grabbed the order.

“YES”. As Kyujin jumped around thinking of all the possibility’s of Sullyoons new crush Bae slowly back out the room.

“See you all tomorrow then..”.Kyujin waved and then pushed Sullyoon to the front.

“You make the drink and food I’ll tend to the cash register”. Sullyoon nodded and smiled at Kyujins little ‘fighting!’. Sullyoon reheated the croissant and started to make the coffee. She hadn’t written anything in a while. Not a lot of birthdays in the coldest months. So Sullyoon tried her best to not to mess up the coffee art. When she finnished she smiled and put the clear lead over the coffee.

“Y/n! Y/n for a chai tea and croissant!”. You ears perked up. When did you order a croissant. You walked over and as you were about to reject the croissant Sullyoons stopped you.

“On the house”. Unlike any other person Sullyoon didn’t need to wink or flirt. All she needed to do was show you her smile and you were hooked. You thanked her as you went back to the little corner in the coffee shop. Kyujin winked at Sullyoon and the rolled her eyes as a few frat boys walked up.

jin jin : THEY JUST ORDERED 34 DRINKS

sully : ?

jin jin : JAKE, NIKI AND THE RWST OF THE FUCK BOYS ORDERED 34 FUCKING DRINKS IM GONNA KILL MYSWLF

sully : It’s ok! I’ll do one half you do the other! There’s not a lot of customers so we should be fine

jin jin : he smiled at me that dancing monster smiled at me

sully : if his such a monster why the compliment?

jin jin : don’t make me mama you

Sullyoon laughed as the texted and sighed as she began to start the frat boys orders. After finishing and delivering 8 drinks Sullyoon looked over to Kyujin. The younger girl walked over to the boys with 8 more drinks. Niki thanked the girl before asking for something. Sullyoon swore she saw smoke come out of the girls ears as she stomped back to the counter.

“ten fucking cupcakes”

“What?”

“TEN FUCKING CUPCAKES”. Sullyoon tried to calm the girl down but it was to late. Kyujin went behind the counter and slid down.

“It’s ok I got this take a nap k?”. Kyujin nodded and slowly got up and ran to the back room. Sullyoon finnished the order and started to walk over to the boys.

“Here you go! I hope you have a great day!”.The girl bowed and Jake thanked her. But before she left her doe eyes turned to siren as she fixed her gaze onto Ni-ki.

“Kyujin has been working this job for three months to pay for her phone bill to prove something to her parents.. so if I see you come in here one my time with some ridiculously order.. I promise that you’ll leave a very very very changes person”. Sullyoon eyes the boys bags as her stared at the floor. Jay another one of the boys cackled. You laughed too.

Shit Sullyoon forgot you were there. You smiled at her and she blinked a bit before she smiled back. Later the boys left and now it was just you and Sullyoon. You studying with your AirPods in and Sullyoon doing her’s and sometimes glancing at you. Suddenly the lights went out. Then they came back on. Sullyoon looked up to the TV in the corner seeing a blizzard was in the making.

“Dammit!”. You looked up at the girl and she bit her lip and walked over to you.

“There’s a snow storm going on and as you can see this isn’t the safest place to be..”. Sullyoon pointed to the windows and you nodded.

“So you can come into the back with if you want..”. Sullyoon stared at the floor.

“Sure”. That wasn’t the answer Sullyoon was expecting but she would take it. As you walked to the back Sullyoon lead you to the second room. One bed, three lockers and a table that had stale bread on it. You chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing.. I just never expected it to look like this back here”. Sullyoon tilted her head as she tried to turn the lights on.

“You’ve been here before?”

“Uh.. ya..”.You sat on the bed as Sullyoon gave up on the lights and search for a flashlight. You looked out the window to see nothing but snow. Then you looked at the tall deer like girl running around the room like a headless chicken trying to find a flash light.

“It’s over there..”

“Huh”

“The flash lights on the floor behind the door”. Sullyoon turned her head and sure enough you were right. Sullyoon closed the door and got the flashlight. You giggled.

“Is everything funny to you?”. Sullyoon teased as she sat criss cross on the bed facing you. You nodded before you squeezed your eyes shut and turned to face her.

“Ow!”

“Sorry”. Sullyoon laughed as she brought the light to her face instead of yours.

“So what we’re you studying for..?”. Sullyoons ears perked up.

“Chemistry.. I got a big test next week think I’m gonna fail..”

“Aw why?”

“My friend Kyujin always messes with me during class so I rarely take notes”. You laughed. What a pretty laugh Sullyoon thought.

“Who do you have?”

“I doubt we go to the same school but Mrs. Yang but I guess he’s Mrs. Kim since she married Mr. Kim”

“I have Mrs. Kim too! I can give the notes to you”. Sullyoon tried to say no but couldn’t while looking at your face. You both went on to talk about school and your life’s. While Sullyoon was talking she glanced over to you and saw you shivering.

“Are you cold?”

“No.. I’m fi-“. Sullyoon tossed her hello kitty blanket she hid in her locker on top of your head.

“We have a test next week we can’t have you getting sick”. You smiled and then wrapped the blanket around Sullyoon too.

“Can’t have you getting sick either..”

This made the two of you close. Like probably two inches away from each other faces. Sullyoon glanced at your lips twice.

“What do I have a pretty smile or something?”. Sullyoon bit her lip as she stared at the floor.

“No.. I mean yes but like no.. like not in a i like you way but like I do but I don’t.. I mean I guess-“. You stopped Sullyoon from her rant by kissing her cheek.

“I would have gone for your lips but I didn’t know if you would sa-“. Sullyoon grabbed your face and kissed you. You put your hands on her waist. Sullyoon couldn’t believe it. In the same 24 hour period she was kissing one of her crushes! As the kiss continued Sullyoon caressed your cheeks before you pulled away. Sullyoon pouted.

“Sorry my lips got sour..”.Sullyoon laughed and you soon joined in after. Sullyoon gulped. She pulled out her phone and opened the phone app, pointing it to you.

“A lot of people say you should go on a date before you kiss someone but since we kissed already I think we have to go on a date now”. You blushed. smooth Sullyoon Kyujin would be proud… WAIT SHIT KYUJIN!

The door slammed open and a sleepy psycho Kyujin stepped in.

“DID WE FALL INTO THE RABBIT HOLE TO NARNIA?”. The girl stopped looking crazy when she finally addressed the situation. Sullyoon her baby.. you her crush.. on a bed… her friends lips swollen.

“AHHH I DID IT YOU FINALLY DID IT!”. Kyujin jumped to hug Kyujin and you giggled at the stunned Sullyoon.

“Ya I was just about to get her num-“

“I put it in”. Sullyoon didn’t get to blink as the lights turned on.

“YES I CAN LEAVE!”. Kyujin ran out of the room and presumably out of the cafe too. You both laughed for what? The sixteenth time as you both got your things too. As Sullyoon took of her apron she saw in the corner of her eye you smiling.

“What happened”. Sullyoon peaked over your shoulder to see her heart with the words ‘snow girl’ in the middle. Sullyoon cringed but she soon stopped as you pecked her cheek again.

“I can make another one if that’s your form of payment”. You laughed and punched her shoulder lightly.

“Check my name in your contacts”. Sullyoon raised and eyebrow and opened her phone.

Snow Girl

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shadecrux · 10 months

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On The Wing - Chapter 1

https://open.spotify.com/track/0RLwgks1gHQzXeIkaJIpHr

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°•★Pairing: Bucky Barnes x femaleartist!reader

°•★Rating: NSFW (this chapter is SFW future ones won’t be)

°•★Tags: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, first meetings, romantic tension, flirting, pet names (doll, sweetheart), brief homophobia mentions, bisexual reader

°•★ Words: 1755

°•★ Notes: It’s me, ya girl back with some more x y/n fanfic!! This is gonna be 6 chapters altogether, already written, all based on a song I haven’t been able to get out of my head for weeks now. I hope you enjoy!! I had a lot of fun with this AU. No beta, literally just finished writing it, all mistakes are mine.

//CW FOR THIS CHAPTER// There is a brief mention of y/n being disowned by her family for being bisexual.

~All writing unless otherwise noted is my own. Please do not post or reupload my work to other websites without my express consent. I do not consent for my fics to be used in AI creations. I do not own any of the characters featured in my works unless they are stated to be OCs.~

All of my fanworks are intended for adults aged 18 and up only! Minors please DNI. ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48744160

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Breathe and ill carry you away

Into the velvet sky

And we’ll stir the stars around

And watch them fall away

Into the Hudson Bay

And plummet out of sight and sound

The open summer breeze

Will sweep you through the hills

Where I live in the alpine heights

Below the northern lights

I spend my coldest nights

Alone awake and thinking of

The weekend we were in love

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Unpacking. You always hated unpacking, hated everything to do with moving into a place, for that matter. You never intended on staying for long, and it felt like such a chore. Often, you would choose to simply live out of suitcases, but you had always had somewhere else to go, some next destination in mind. But not this time. Things had been going well when you arrived in Calgary. Your paintings were selling, your busking was lucrative enough to afford you a nice little studio apartment in the city. You didn’t need much after all. A place to stay, food in your belly, and your art supplies - you would rather save your money for experiences, and for getting you to that next destination. For years, you were living your dream, traveling the world, making art. You got by mostly via selling your wares at fairs and on streetcorners - paintings, jewelry, pottery when you could access a studio to use. Sometimes you did custom work on commission. It was amazing how many people wanted portraits of their cats and dogs, you always thought. Then the recession hit. Unemployment spiked, wages stagnated, and layoffs were sweeping their way through the Americas, leaving many struggling just to make ends meet. People weren’t buying luxury goods the way they used to, and before you knew it, you were struggling too. There was nothing else for it, so you found whatever jobs you could - which, as a person who had spent the last seven years of their life as a transient artist, traveling the world with no real work history or credentials, relegated you mostly to minimum wage work, or labor jobs that weren’t as picky about the people they hired.

You had to move out of the city and found a small town up in the mountains and an even smaller one-bedroom house that was being rented out at a ridiculously low price due to it being relatively isolated - a 20-minute drive from the town proper, surrounded by deep forests. Dirt road, no cell service, satellite TV, and internet - for most it would be undesirable at best. For you, it was a respite from a world that no longer seemed to have a place for you.

It never really felt like it did - you grew up as a military brat, constantly moving from place to place, never setting down roots, never making lasting friendships. You were the black sheep - of your family as well as every school you had ever gone to. The weird girl, the one nobody really understood. But you had your art, and you had your dreams - you wanted to see the world, to drink in life and put it on a canvas. You were counting the days until you turned 18 and could leave, but you didn’t get that far.

Your family had kicked you out, disowned you at the age of 17, after catching you and your at-the-time girlfriend, holding hands and smooching on the back porch when you thought no one was home. Her family would have done the same to her if they had found out - so with nowhere else to go, you struck out on your own. And it had gone well - until the financial crash sent the world into a tailspin, that is.

There wasn’t much to unpack, all told. Three suitcases and an oversized canvas bag into which you stuffed your entire life - clothes, art supplies, rolled-up canvases pulled from their frames to make it easy to travel. Some sparse camping supplies for those nights you couldn’t find a better place to sleep. You had been doing this long enough that you had it down to a science, and you were very efficient.

Clothes were stuffed into drawers, toiletries into the bathroom, and the metal cups and plates and cutlery you traveled with barely taking up any space in the kitchen. You had little in the ways of personal effects, save for the photographs you took and the small handful of trinkets you had collected in your journeys. Stones, little sculptures, silly magnets and keychains, and shot glasses documenting all the cities and countries you had been to.

You laid them out on top of the dresser in the bedroom and, with a wistful sigh, flopped down onto the bed with your back against the headboard, stacks of little plastic envelopes, and started flipping through the pictures you had taken, reminiscing on those better, brighter days. It was a pleasant enough way to pass the time, and it brought a small smile to your face, gave you a way to forget your current circumstances - for a while at least. Until you landed on the album that you usually avoided looking at - New York City. The place where you had met, and lost, the only man you had ever loved.

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You were at Coney Island one bright and beautiful day - it had been a lucrative few days so you decided to reward yourself. It was early, and Luna Park was just beginning to fill up with guests, shouts and laughter, and excitement buzzing in the air around you. As you walked along the midway, only some of the game stands were up and running, while others had workers bustling around them, still setting up. As you passed nearby one of those, a group of children rushed past, knocking into you, the nearest employee, and one of the legs of the awning that the employee had been about to secure. It buckled at one of the joints as he fell, and the entire metal sheet came crashing down. You screamed and tried to scramble away when a strong set of arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you, forcefully out of the path of the falling awning just in time. Whoever it was had grabbed you from behind, setting you down gently on your feet and taking hold of your forearms as he did so to make sure you were steady before letting you go. “That was a close one… you alright there, doll?” Something about the gentleness of that voice and the soft, gravelly undertone struck you, and your stomach did a little jump as you turned around to face your rescuer only to be left momentarily speechless at the sight of him. He was tall, handsome, with bright blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through yours. “... I- I think so.” You stammered, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry. You saw over his shoulder the employees now battling with the awning, which had bent badly in its impact against the side of the building, and the building itself now bearing deep dents in the surface where the edges had collided with it. “God, if you hadn’t been here…” You looked up at him in shock, a shudder running through your body. Adrenaline still flooded your system as you realized just how much danger you had been in moments before. “That thing might have killed me…” “Right place, right time I guess.” He grinned, the smile slipping from his face as he noticed the way you were shivering as shock set in. “Oh hey…sweetheart, you’re shaking. Here… let’s find a place to sit down.” You mutely nodded and took his offered arm, letting the man lead you over to a nearby outdoor dining area and guide you to one of the unoccupied tables. “Here - can I get you anything? Maybe some water?” he asked gently. Chewing on your lip for a moment of indecision, you eventually nodded sheepishly. “Yes, please…” “Say no more.”

Before you could formulate any words of protest he was off, leaving you with a few moments to catch your breath and reorient yourself while he waited in line. By the time he returned your heart rate had calmed at least slightly, and he slid the little plastic cup across the table to you to drink. Your hands were still shaking as you raised the cup to your lips - the water certainly helped with your dry throat, though you still weren’t sure if that was the fault of the scare or the absolutely gorgeous man sitting across from you at the small metal table. “I don’t think I got a chance to properly introduce myself back there.” The man said with a crooked grin, extending a hand across the table to shake yours. Calloused fingertips slid over your knuckles as you clasped his hand, sending a spark of electricity up your arm. “James Buchanan Barnes, at your service. You can call me Bucky, though. All my friends do.” Giving him your name in turn you raised a brow at him, managing to not sound like a babbling idiot. “Are we friends now, then? We have only just met…” “Well, I saved your life back there.” He flashed you a charming smile in return. “I think that makes us something. Dunno what quite yet.”

That smile. You thought your knees might actually buckle, the way he smiled at you, the way his hand lingered a bit too long on yours before he dropped it back onto the table. Here you were, in the most glamorous city in the United States, surrounded by beautiful, successful people… and the most gorgeous man you had ever met was making eyes at you. Was this real life?

“So, are you here with anyone?” you hedged. “I don’t want to be holding you hostage here. I think I’ll be alright.” “Nah, my buddy was supposed to join me but he couldn’t make it. So it’s just me. I’m all yours, for as long as you want to tolerate me.” He grinned. A shy smile split your lips then, and you replied, “I think I’d like to tolerate you for a while longer… if you want to stick around, that is.” The way his eyes lit up made you feel slightly faint, a fluttering in your chest that heated your cheeks and warmed you from the inside.

Soon the two of you were walking together, side by side through the park. And if you kept straying a little too close to him, brushing your arm against his, it was only to make sure you stayed close to your personal guardian angel.

And if he took your hand a bit too often, helping you up and down some stairs, maneuvering you out of the way of crowds, well… he was looking out for you, after all. The carnival structures had already proven themselves to be dangerous, and he took his duty guarding you very seriously.

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ahundredtimesover · 3 months

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Oh mimi what are you doing to meeee?😫

First I wanted to shake jk, now I want to give him a big squishy hug!🫂 He’s melting slowly. Poor guy is falling but still in denial.

Oc staring at jk🤭 same girl same! The mans a masterpiece no question about it. She used his name in her text message aww!🥰

Don’t know why the person called the dresses boring they were beautiful. They’re not the most extravagant but they aren’t supposed to be since this isn’t the red carpet.

“You’ll never know the irony of your words, and perhaps the push and pull it brings about - as you try to make things easy for him, the harder it actually becomes on his end.” Jks internal struggle in a nutshell.

“There's still detachment as his means to combat the attraction - he tries not to care about you, to not get to know you, to remind himself of who you are in his life, but he still depends on you for support, for comfort, for stability. You make his life easier; you also make it feel less lonely. And every time you're there is a moment where he feels like he could breathe, like the noise in his mind stills because he's forced to focus on you; somehow, you captivate him that way.” Oooh that hits so hard im dying!😣🥺😩🫠

“Like I said, he's not a terrible person. He just needs... someone to be patient with him, someone to show him kindness," Yoongi says. "I think that's what he lost along the way. He stopped being that way to himself and so did people. They just didn't want to upset him, but they also didn't give or show anything more." Aww yoongi! I love when he appears.

“Whatever it means to you, he knows it means another thing to him. He doesn't want you to feel alone. And that in the coldest nooks of his uncaring heart, he actually does care for you. For this moment, he'll acknowledge it. For this moment, he'll let himself feel it. He can only hope you feel it, too.” 🥺🥺 Your writing is so beautiful!

HIIII so glad you enjoyed this! But omg same, as I continued to write I was like, I want to hug this man 🥹🥹 someone did say he probably just needs one. Probably after we stare at him like the masterpiece that he is. Let’s all agree he’d fit beautifully in that Arts Center.

Love it when you quote your favorite parts 😭😭 there’ll be more of that in ch 7 for sure!! Thank you again for dropping by 💕

#mimianswers #fic: iwyts

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wipbigbang · 6 months

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WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (M - R)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from M to R. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Captain America

A Future Golden with Promise: Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

Letters From Under The Bed: Fic/Art (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

Litter Mates: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

When The Pool Closes: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

Captain America/Iron Man

From A to B: Fic (Rebecca Barnes Proctor/Howard Stark)

Captain America/Iron Man/Spiderman

Peter Parker's Guide to Romance: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker)

Moon Knight

And You Can Follow Me: Fic | Art (Marc Spector/Layla El-Faouly)

Wandavision

the season of the witch: Fic | Art (Agatha Harkness/Wanda Maximoff)

Mass Effect

Between a Rock and a Hard Place: Fic (Original Characters)

MDZS/The Untamed

A Thousand Ways To Say I Love You: Fic/Art (Nie Huaisang/Nie Mingjue)

An Old Cardboard Produce Box for a Cradle: Fic (Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian)

Bright The Hawk's Flight: Fic/Art (Lan Wangji/ Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian)

Bring Me Tomorrow/Stay With Me: Fic | Art (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Jin Guangyao/Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue, Implied Xicheng)

Consequences: Fic (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan, Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue)

Hit Me With Your Best Shot: Fic/Art (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji)

Knit Witted Wei Ying: Art (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Xiao Xingchen/Song Zichen)

Love in Bloom: Fic (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen/Nie Mingjue)

Pas de Deux: Fic (Lan Zhan/Wei Ying, background Mo Xuanyu/Xiao Xingchen/Song Zichen)

Platonic Romances, Emotional Affairs, and Other Remedies: Art (Qin Su/Wen Qing, Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Lan Wangji & Qin Su, Lan Jingyi & Lan Sizhui & Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian & Wen Ning & Wen Qing)

Show & Tell: Fic (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng/Lan Wangji, Lan Wangji/Nie Huaisang)

Til Death Do Us Part: Fic | Art (Jin Ling/Jiang Cheng/Jin Guangyao)

Trials and Tribulations: Fic | Art (Lan Zhan/Wei Ying)

Men's Hockey RPF

Sunstruck: Fic | Art (Jamie Drysdale/Trevor Zegras)

try to catch the sun: Fic (Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews)

Merlin

A Matchmaker of Two Fools: Fic | Art (Merlin Emrys/Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Morgana Pendragon)

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Warmth in the Coldest Places: Fic | Art (Elizabeth MacMillan/Rosie Sanderson)

Nope (2022)

The Inter(Viewers): Art (N/A)

Old Nine Gates (TV) | 老九门

Mission Creep: Fic (Art On AO3) (Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Rishan)

One Piece

Caught in the Web: Fic (Monkey D. Luffy & Everyone)

Only Murders In The Building

holding hands & twisting knives: Fic | Art (Daniel Kreps/Poppy White)

Original Works

Horseplay and Roughhousing: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Original Characters)

Rules of Engagement/Teen Wolf

A Tale of Two Timmies: Fic (Russell Dunbar/Timmy Patel, Simran Patel & Timmy Patel, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski)

RWBY

Revealed by Mirrored Eyes: Fic | Art (Ruby Rose, Taiyang Xiao Long, Qrow Branwen, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee, Penny Polendina, James Ironwood, Ozpin, Salem, Raven Branwen, Summer Rose)

#wip big bang #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #!masterlist #!artwork #!completed shit #!2023

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cassiopeiasdaughter · 8 months

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All the very best for your exams bestie!!! I hope you're taking care of yourself, drinking enough water and getting plenty of sleep along with studying <3

I was wondering if I could please get a ❤️ and 🦉from your event?

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her. I'm an infp, a taurus sun, gemini moon, and scorpio rising

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like!

I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw and my enneagram is 4w3.

Thank you very much, I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

thank u bestie 🫶 (sorry this took so long)

for the Taylor Swift song, I have to go with the last great American dynasty.

As for the ship,

You sound incredibly smart. You are someone who values knowledge and you must have a big imagination. You bring comfort to those around you, they feel safe enough to open up to you and seek help.

Your ideal partner would be someone who listens to you in return, someone who is quiet but kind and once you get close to them warm -like a fire lit in the coldest of winters. You want someone smart, someone you can talk to about your books and interests. You want someone who hates your favorite book, but keeps reading it because you love it, so it must be good, they just havent understood it yet (this is a trope from a dramione fic called Wait & Hope btw)

You want someone that admires you, someone that looks at you in awe while you talk about Dostoevsky and Tolstoi.

You want a partner- an equal. You want to be a team with your significant other, you want to help eachother get better, be the best versions of yourselves.

The best person for you would be Theodore Nott, and let me just write a little something about you two.

You were dragged at a party by your friends, immediately as you step inside the big house you seek a quiet corner, somewhere away from all the drunk people around you.

You find an open door that leads to the balcony, the night is beautiful, the stars are shining bright and you can hear music playing in the background.

You are lost in thought when you hear someone curse to himself and you turn your head startled.

It's Theo, of course, so tall that he hit his head on the door frame and stumbled lightly, spilling his drink.

He wanted a quiet place to sit, not wanting to be at this party in the first place, just like you.

Long story short, you spend the night talking, bonding over your loud friends- and your love for them.

By morning he has sobered up and offers to give you and your fiends a lift home. You agree and after dropping everyone off he asks you, "Do you want to get breakfast or something?"

You end up in an empty diner, drinking coffee and splitting pancakes and waffles with him, because you couldn't decide between the two.

He ends up being the love of your life.

fin

Please tell me what you think- I'm sending you the most positive of vibes- may you find your Theo and may you split pancakes and waffles with him every Sunday morning as a tradition <3

also, im terribly sorry, I didn't have time to proofread this, I took a small break from studying, but now I have to go eek

#shipping

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dirtfly · 1 year

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⭐️COLOR THEORY TUTORIAL⭐️

bare in mind this is how i use colors. you can use colors however you please to and there is NO WRONG WAY of doing art. but i remember when i started doing art that little tricks and tutorials got me experimenting and helped me develop a skillset so i could create the pictures i wanted. so here you go:

A) THINK IN PALETTES!

A color never ever exists on its own! The way we percieve a color is very dependent on its environment (blame your brain for that).

You might have a totally epic looking green in one picture. But when you move it into a different environment it doesnt look like itself anymore?:

To figure out how colors appear in relation to each other, it is useful to think of contrast (the good ol contrasts, i bet most people had this in school, skip this part if it bores you)

hue:

Hue describes which frequency of the light-spectrum you are dealing with. in digital art this is easy to regulate through the outer ring of your color wheel ( i like to use the square one bc paint tool sai was my mom).

The further away two colors on the wheel are, the more they contrast: The blue background color and the bright green are a good chunk apart. The yellow background color does not differ greatly in its hue to the green. This makes the green look more dull.

you can also see in the bottom right corner of every color wheel: denoted are the hue, saturation and value. in numbers, like the computer would store them.

light & dark aka value:

Looking at the color picker again: wee see that the blue background is darker than the green. The yellow background is roughly the same, the numbers tell us its even a teeny tiny bit lighter.

Light colors pop out more. In real life corners and objects petruding out are hit by light. Now the green is the same in both pictures but through the darker blue background it pops more. While it looks more flat on the yellow background.

saturation aka quality:

A saturated color is pure pigment. If you take a pigment and dilute it down it looses saturation. Saturated colors are bright, draw attention to them. This very much depends on the environment though. If all your colors are bright and colorful then one of them will not stand particularly out before the others. If you have a very desaturated picture though, and you put a blob of a very bright color in there: than this blob will definetly catch the eye.

You see how the blue background is wayyyy more desaturated then the yellow one? How does that influence the appearance of the green?

warm vs cold:

Now the three contrasts above were already subjective and dependant on the background. But this one goes one step further. Generally speaking there are colors considered warm and others considred cold BUT even a "cold" color could look warm on an even colder background. (Id say the blue background is the coldest color, then the green, and the yellow background is the warmest). What i find more important though is differentiating between warmer and coler areas of the same color:

Thera are even more contrasts but honestly these 4 are the only ones i conscioulsy think about.

B) WEB-DESIGN LIFEHACK!

Back when i mused about going into web design i did a bunch of research. And one thing that stuck with me is the basic web design color palette:

one dark color, one mid tone, one light, and one contrary color

This is the basis and you can build up form there. Now, this is very useful if you want to paint/design anything thats easily recognizable. A poster maybe. I like this kind of palette bc i like kinda graphic, restricted color palettes. Here are some examples (generated here):

C) PEEL YOUR EYES 👁👁

I think the MOST IMPORTANT ❗️❗️ thing to do is to look around, look at art, at photos at design at the things cluttering your desk. And analyze these colors. See which kind of contrasts and similarities you can find among them. Walk around in life and consciously look at colors, at scenes. You will not only get more comfortable with color theory but also learn to appreciate your surroundings in a new way.

Heres a picture i took of the tram:

Here is a stone form uni and the hand friend from reanimator :)

D) REUSE COLORS!!

Use the color picker, its your friend! I also reuse color palettes i like. i have a folder just dedicated to them. (here have some resident evil shots)

E) e stands for extra: SCULPT WITH YOUR COLORS

After getting used to recognizing colors, and how they work in relation to each other, you can use them to sculpt out your paintings!

Use contrasts to establish regions and objects in your painting, etc etc.

hope youre having fun with these tips :)

#color theory #art #digital art #tutorial #color

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callista-curations · 1 year

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I posted 7,366 times in 2022

That's 5,966 more posts than 2021!

55 posts created (1%)

7,311 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thearchdemongreatlydisapproves

@hanarinhightown

@perpetualvelocity

@katarrinskey

@that-wildwolf

I tagged 3,524 of my posts in 2022

#garrus vakarian - 1,958 posts

#shakarian - 1,160 posts

#saren arterius - 343 posts

#writing inspo - 156 posts

#nihlus kryik - 151 posts

#traditional art - 125 posts

#tali'zorah - 116 posts

#vetra nyx - 115 posts

#thane krios - 97 posts

#urdnot wrex - 65 posts

Longest Tag: 106 characters

#💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

My Top Posts in 2022:

16 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

His dick game is mindblowing but he's never in the mood

22 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

Garrus is so cute I wanna ruin him (affectionate)

27 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

New Year's fic recs (2021-2022)

It’s about time I put the curations part of my tumblr to work on the fanfics side of things, so here goes: A selection of my favourite fics (with turians) I read in the last half year or so.

Yes I am fashionably late, I was going to post this before new year...

The Primarch's Advisor by hardinginhightown

M, oneshot (9k words), Adrien Victus/Castis Vakarian

A rarepair you didn't know you needed in your life (why have one turian dilf in a fic if you can have two). Hard hitting and packed full of emotion, but also exploring a lot of backstory between them and their sons.

NoisyNoiverns' Kryterius collection

G, 13 oneshots and shortfics, Kryterius

A set of 13 Kryterius fics, mostly set in a no-reaper AU, spanning their long lives. Everything from light hearted joking about to the sweetest of fluff. I would particularly highlight “When the Lights Go Down”, also highly recommend checking out their Desolas/Abrudas pieces.

Observations upon waking by interventionsandlullabies

M, oneshot (4k words), Shakarian

Aptly tagged: “Read for free therapy.” A collection of snapshots told through Garrus’ eyes, from the soft to the sharp realities of the war. Fantastically written, intimate and personal.

Loyalty Mission: The Coldest of Hearts by Orionis

T, shortfic (38k words), Shakarian

Set in ME1, early on when they are first working together, this one won’t punch you in the gut with a few truckloads of emotion, though it is a very interesting study of Garrus’ character and Shepards struggles with him (and the rest of her crew).

Same Song, Different Verse by suddenlycomics

T, WIP (12k words), Femsep Garrus and Tali

An exciting AU where Shepard never joins the Alliance, Garrus is a Spectre, and they meet Tali on Earth.

The Softer It Falls by BronzeAgeLove

T, shortfic (10k words), Lorik Qui'in/Lilihierax

Complete with lovely illustrations by heavenlyeros. Gentle, slow, and introspective. Really wonderfully written all around, a gem of an introduction to a(nother) rarepair you didn't know you needed in your life.

Points of Contact by buskie

E, WIP longfic (32k words), Shakarian

A first contact AU fic where Shepard and a certain lost Turian fall in love, comes with plenty of seriousness, silliness, shenanigans, and some smut to top it off.

I'll See You Again by courtmartialed

M, WIP shortfic (5k words), Shakarian

Another First Contact story, this time in a Reincarnation AU. “The captain and lone survivor of that crew is Shepard, though her name is not Shepard yet. And the lone Turian, piloting the ramshackle dinghy that finds her ship, is Garrus.”

On Galaxy's Edge by DatSonyat

T, oneshot (1.5k words), Saren and Desolas

This piece still floors me every time, Saren being this soft just stops my heart mid beat, honestly it's something I've lately felt more and more need to indulge myself in. It's so slow but hits like a fully loaded train, all the emotion is expertly hidden just under the surface. Probably one of the best pieces of writing I've had the pleasure of reading, period.

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My #1 post of 2022

Sports Mass Effect needs:

Krogan rugby

Biotic ice hockey (@whiskynorocks 's idea)

Biotic figure skating (listen, Saren would lowkey be good at this that's all I'm gonna say)

Biotic dance and acrobatics

Biotic rock climbing/mountaineering

Zero G ping pong

154 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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mister13eyond · 1 year

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Twitter be like "oh? Oh? You have 'rape', 'raped', 'raping' and 'rapist' muted already? Why, have you not considered muting 'rapes' too? POW!" and radiate the tweet right into your face

Meanwhile tumblr will take your hand gently and go "oh. You sweet innocent child. You have muted the word 'ntr' I see? Why, I will hide this one post talking about a 'country' in it! Heaven knows, you might see the Bad Word and we cannot allow that!"

And then it will show you like "HEY THIS POST CONTAINS THE WORD NTR! WATCH THE FUCK OUT" and you will be left wondering, "why the fuck is my mutual who has never once talked about ntr in their entire LIFE is suddenly talking about it?", until you check out the post in question and turns out that no. It has just been country all along

Meanwhile on Twitter, the yearly #Rape[character]Week week has already started and there's nothing you can do to stop the sudden and imminent influx of retweets from that one mutual of yours who's crazy into that kind of stuff

Oh and another thing, despite how overprotective tumblr can be with its muting system, the best thing that has ever happened to it was having separate mute tabs for words appearing in tags AND words appearing in posts

Like, you love a character but people have the coldest fucking takes about them? You like a ship but its haters are justifying their hatred of it with fallacies that would make even the ancient Greeks, CEOs of arguing, to shame? Why, just mute the word itself! Leave the tags intact because it's more likely that those who genuinely love the character/ship will merely tag it, meanwhile all the flaming trash about them will stay muted, because they're only named inside the post itself! It's so easy

Meanwhile twitter, the dumbass that it is, might hide the muted words that appear on your TL, but it absolutely will NOT hide them in search results and on people's pages. So if you're browsing your beloved mutual's profile then oh no, despite their careful and dedicated TWing, you will STILL get slapped with the tweet having "rape" in it

God anon you are SO FUCKING RIGHT, it's one of THE worst things about twitter and one reason i love tumblr's tagging & muting functions SO much. Sometimes I have friends who simply have kinks/interests/ships that I just cannot do, but I still love those friends and want to follow them and see their other work! I am so so SO pro "curate your own experience & attend to your needs, block filter & mute so that you have the ideal experience" but twitter is just a HORRID platform to do that on. Especially not being able to append tags to retweets without QRT-ing them- it's so hard when the only way to add a filter-able word to another person's art/post is to QRT it, which ESSENTIALLY makes an entire separate post (and is considered poor manners for many artists who don't like their work QRT'd)

It's SO nice to be on here and simply, filter things and know that if there's anything I need to filter I can simply ask my mutual to append a tag to it, which is easy to do and does not affect the original post in question. And being able to click through and check on muted posts means that if something DOES get caught by the overzealous filter, I can still check and see (plus getting a warning I am going to see something before I see it is often all i need to keep a trigger or squick from bothering me; i have time to prepare myself, hit 'ok' and then engage, with the extra resilience that a simple warning gives me. after all, most of the time, when i'm given a content warning for a movie/show/etc, i still consume the piece of media, just with a little extra delicacy/awareness/preparation to take breaks if i need)

anyhow you're so correct and this is another reason i cannot stand twitter and am glad i'm seeing more people revisit tumblr

#rape cw #rape mention cw #rape tw #trigger warnings #trigger tags #tags and filtering #noncon cw #just covering my bases although there's no mention of the actual act or detailed discussion of it #this is a post about tagging & filtering that uses rape as an example #but yeah honestly like #as someone who can't stomach noncon but has very beloved friends who do:#the problem is 100% not the friends' tastes it's the platforms' failure to allow me to curate #i am a huge supporter of YKINMKATO #but GOD is it a relief to have a functional tagging system #i think the ONLY thing i miss from twitter are:#1.) muting- sometimes i want to follow someone but i want to mute them for a short period of time because they're going to be posting like #spoilers for a new episode of something #and 2.) turning off retweets #bc sometimes i follow someone and i love their original content but they retweet high volumes of stuff and it can flood my tl #so i just turn off rts so that all i see is their original posts #which is a fucking BLESSING #i feel like those could 100% be implemented or at LEAST added to xkit #asks #anonymous

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tundrakatiebean · 1 year

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Tagged by the beautiful, talented, and amazing @clown-femme

Nicknames: Katie is technically a nickname, also Tundra

Height: 5’8” (and the shortest one in my immediate family which is why I give off shorter vibes)

Last thing googled: it was either knives out to see where I could download it when I got home or Walter Koenig because I wanted to see if he was still married to the wife mentioned in the Star Trek book I was reading (which he was until she passed last year)

Song stuck in my head: I’ve got dueling songs atm Ruby Blue by Róisìn Murphy and Sugarhouse by Sugarhouse

Followers: it’s like 1,400 and change I think?

Amount of sleep: i average like 7.5 hours last night was like 8:10

Lucky number: 21

Dream job: organizing things like I do for my streamer friend but getting paid for it tbh. I keep a spreadsheet of all of his shinies, update his shiny dex, and have been fiddling with coding a website that is better than the one we’re currently using for it. So basically like a spreadsheet fairy for one patron.

Wearing: compression socks, Uggs, mulberry leggings, grey tank top, my favorite long skull shirt (that I fixed last summer so there are pics of it somewhere on here), a long striped cardigan, and a black N95 mask (travel outfit bay bee)

Movies/Books that summarize me: I don’t know that they summarize me but these are my vibes or things that are so entrenched in my history they can’t be separated- Josie and The Pussycats (2001), The Magician’s Assistant by Anne Patchett, Howl’s Moving Castle (both the film and book), My Neighbor Totoro, Coraline (both the film and book), Paranorman, The Immortal Series by Tamora Pierce, Secretary (2002), A Christmas Story

Fave song: Grey or Blue by Jaymay (I even made an art about it, check out my year of lyrics)

Fave instrument: I don’t play anything but I’m a slut for acoustic guitar and the string section of an orchestra

Aesthetic: dusty academia, yarn and thread pieces littering the floor under a sewing machine, the sound scissors make when you hit the right slide cutting wrapping paper, the paper towel you used to clean your watercolor brushes during a painting, a femme in a fitted or flared brightly colored skirt giving you the coldest stare you’ve ever received, the little bit of nail polish around your cuticles after you paint your own nails

Fave author: Joy Demorra aka @thebibliosphere

Fave animal noise: the little questioning brrpppt? that cats do

Random: I am so ready to get home and sleep in my own bed that I’m a little delirious

Tagging: @ghostsinthecellar @sad-n-subbyy @lucidlymelanated @mrdreadful @mind-altering-bugs and anyone else who would like to do this :) feel free to ignore if you’re tagged or add if you’re not!

#Katie is rambling 2k23 #tag games

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pherryt · 1 year

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The Parting Glass

by @treefrogie84 for @spncoldesthits

Rated: T Ships: Minor/Background Words: 4570 Fandoms: Supernatural, PotC, Sandman, American Gods, Old Guard, Anansi Boys, Good Omens and more

Summary: Rowena isn’t entirely certain what draws her south, away from the flat plains of her newest home, away from the closest thing she’s had to a family in centuries. Her mind seems to skate over the reasoning, something about how she never has gotten used to how bitterly cold Kansas and South Dakota get in the winter, colder than Scotland or almost everywhere else she’s spent much time. Her blood refuses to spend days at a time with barely a peek at freezing, most of the time well below. She doesn’t think about it and lets her blood pull her south, and east to the Caribbean.

Readers Notes: Okay, i didn’t recognize everyone and everybody BUT your footnotes were fantastic and I am in shock and awe over them! *cue Chuck Shurly gif here that tumblr failed to have*

The cameos I knew I absolutely Loved!!! I was definitely intrigued by a few concepts (no spoilers!!!). Also, by the time I was done reading (and drawing), I wanted to share in the drinks. (P.s. This may be my favorite promo banner yet. Hope you like! :D )

#supernatural crossovers #spncoldesthits #spn coldest hits promo and art #art by me #this is my favorite promo banner for sure

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feverinfeveroutfic · 2 years

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like blood from a stone | chapter twelve

(ao3 title: gingerbread man)

My fate awaited me at the end of the week and yet, there was a great part of me with the coldest of soles on my feet. On Sunday night, I stayed bunked there in that bedroom with my acoustic guitar plunked across my lap and every few minutes, I had to stop and press my fingers up to my temples. I had no idea as to how I could in fact find my way across the guitar strings with the place where my head held up space.

I glanced up at my little metronome up on the shelf over my head: the way that the needle swayed about over that silvery column. I watched the tip wave to and fro, and I glanced down at the base. The base akin to the base of my spine.

I leaned the back of my head against the wall. I moved my guitar off to the side and propped it up onto the bottom of the body. I sprawled my legs out before me: I lowered my gaze down to the shape of my bare ankles, shins, and knees, and also the space between my thighs. I lay one hand on the hem of my shorts.

I could feel myself swelling and rising within.

Something itched at me, and in a sense that if I scratched too hard, I would bleed out again. I tilted my head back a bit and I closed my eyes. I focused on my own body, on my ankles and the rest of my legs.

I was getting bigger, or so I believed. I lay my free hand there on the crotch of my shorts and I could feel myself in there.

The metronome ticked away over my head, like something that tracked the time I had left over my head. Time ticking away before me, and I had to do something for myself. Something a bit more than my mere playing on my guitar.

A stroke on the shaft of my guitar akin to a stroke on my own shaft. The plucking of the strings as if I plucked away at myself: I knew that I had it in me to make music in my own rite as I would on any instrument, be it my guitar or the piano. I could make myself sing out loud.

To make art. To make music. To make myself orgasm at the same time.

I opened my eyes and I peered up at the metronome again, at that swaying needle. The time I had on hand remained precious, even as it slipped away between my fingers. My hand caressed over my black curls and I moved my chin up a bit. Time on my side.

A little something for myself and all the while, I could feel the twinges of narcissism within me. Just a humble Jewish boy with his heart under a cool demeanor. A man to keep to himself, to remain so at peace even as he made his way through the world.

But I stood before the vanity mirror in the bathroom and I knew that I had felt something in there. I felt it in my bones: it encapsulated itself within me. It was all me, it was mine. My parents could not take it from me, nor could anyone else.

Something rose up inside of me and I could feel it within me even as I relaxed right there on the floor with the back of my head pressed up to the wall.

Perhaps I was just nervous, or maybe the pain came from somewhere else.

I itched, and not in a way that I itched on a hot day or in the days following the time in which I had hit my head. It never shied away from me for one second, especially when I moved my focus to the metronome. Every third note. Every third of a third of a note. Every third of a third of a third of a note.

I moved my hand down to my knee. I resisted to touch myself. I resisted so hard that it only itched at me even more.

I pinched my eyes shut and I swallowed down the nervous feeling. Too nervous. I writhed a bit there on the carpet.

I parted my lips and I breathed a bit harder. I sat there in my underwear, with my head elsewhere and my other head coated in such a horrible, angry itch. I had no clue as to how to explain it. It gnawed at me.

I wiggled my toes and curled them a bit. I groaned in my throat in reaction to the feeling inside of me.

I thought I was going to either lose my mind or die right there on the carpet. I was going to die before I had the actual wedding ring on my hand.

Something ate away at me. No way this thing had the ability to in fact kill me. This was not like loving the dead in one bit, and if it ever did in fact become that, I may as well bash my head through the wall behind me. But it certainly felt this way, however: I wondered that if I sank down too far into the carpet, then perhaps my heart could stop right in my tracks.

My heart opened so far wide open that it slowed to a crawl.

The itch never fell away for a moment, however.

I kept my guitar off to the side, complete with the head and the neck pressed up against the wall. I finally stood to my feet and I stretched my arms up over my head: I entwined my fingers and I bowed my head all to stretch my arms as well as my back and my legs.

The hem of my shirt lifted up over my waist. I cocked out my hip to the side and I could feel my belly button hanging out before me.

It felt so natural to me even with all of the thoughts which ran through my mind.

I arched my back a bit and I ran my hand over my bare skin, right underneath the hem of my shirt.

I pressed my hands onto my hips: though I was slender, I crept my fingers down around me and I made out the slightly full shape of my hips and my thighs.

With the metronome ticking away, I could hear the music within me. The music, the feeling of rising and coming to a climax. I could dance if I so wished: a part of me believed that if I did then I would look ridiculous. But then again, the door remained closed and Chuck had descended into the basement for something.

I gyrated my hips at a slow steady rate. I pictured them at an even fuller, rounder shape. A little more in the back. I could look so good if I so wished.

I wanted to look so good.

So good. So damn good.

That velvet and silk wrapped around my body and accentuating everything.

I was regal. To walk about the place as if I was prince.

I was about to be the prince. The crown prince of the whole grand scheme of things. I stood a step down from the kings of the metal world, but no one would dare challenge the prince however, especially when he looked this good and he sang something to himself.

Something to make him spread out his feet from underneath him.

My fingers through my black hair and down the sides of my body.

I let my spine curve a bit with the rhythm inside of me. I was going to have to dance at the wedding after all, even with my terrible sense of rhythm: my first dance with Chuck as his husband. Away from the other Chuck who felt all the more connected with me even from a distance.

I clasped my hands to my hips again and gave them a hearty sway. My black hair swished to the side as well, a veil full of tendrils as wavy and lush as the waves of the ocean. I rolled my head to the other side so the ringlets and tendrils of my hair lapped to the other side as well.

I pressed my hands over my forehead and did it again. That time I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see the gray streak over the right side of my forehead.

I wiggled my hips a bit and sank down towards the floor, and then I straightened my legs out again. I clasped my hands to my hips once again, and I ran them up the edges of my hips and onto my stomach to lift up my shirt. My arms over my head again and I kept on moving my hips about as if I had just heard the sauciest Latin rhythms from Santana.

Something to make me move, to feel myself in a way that touching myself and making myself come without actually touching myself on the side of my dick.

But the only music came from within me courtesy of the metronome.

I wasn’t ripped but I had a bit of tone to my arms and my chest, and a bit of softness around my waist because I very much remained in my teenage years. And yet, I was sexy. I was feeling so sexy dancing in my underwear in that room by myself. The music came within me, much like the orgasm came within me. It felt like magic to me, the deepest magic I could possibly think of and imagine of and that no one else could in fact replicate for me.

Away from the youth culture of the world and the voices scolding me for being an ignorant kid. The truth resided within me. I knew it, Chuck knew it, and as far as I knew, Joey knew it, too.

I shot out my arms from the sides of my body as if I was about to perform a twirl, and my hand smacked against the metronome and knocked it down onto the carpet.

I grunted and shook my hand about from the pain. I stood there in the middle of the carpet, and suddenly those erotic feelings dissipated into nothing but that pain over the bones in the back of my hand.

“God damn it,” I muttered, and I clenched my teeth from the stinging pain.

Out of breath, I stooped down and picked up the metronome, and I returned it to the shelf. The needle stayed steady over the silvery column; I ran my fingers through my hair and pushed it out of my face. I let out a low whistle especially when my hand continued to ache from that. No way I was in the mood to dance with myself after that.

I glanced down at my slender bare legs and my feet.

I did like the way in which they looked right then and there, though, even if I didn’t want to dance any more after that. I ran my fingers through my hair again, but that time around I went a bit slower. My fingertips across the top of my scalp and down onto the back of my neck. I ran them over my shoulder and onto my chest.

Onto my chest and down onto my stomach. I tugged the bottom hem of my shirt to hide my exposed belly button: I held onto the waist of my shorts with two fingers and I contemplated tugging it down for a view down below.

The feeling had gone away, though.

I could think about the full shape of my body as much as I wanted, I had ruined it for myself.

I peered out the window off to the side of the room: the light from the setting sun still lingered out there. Not the first time I had gone out by myself to the city out there after the sun set, but I was almost an adult, anyway.

I needed some fresh air. A little walk about the neighborhood all for me before the night fell. As far as I knew, Chuck had returned to Florida again and I had been left there on the West Coast once again. I wanted him more than anything in the world.

I sighed through my nose and I took off my shorts and changed into a clean pair of jeans, followed by my white tennis shoes. If I didn’t have the long hair, I knew I could pass off as someone going out for a run by the time the sun went down. At least at first glimpse: those shoes always made my legs stand out even more than the skinny jeans themselves. When I zipped up my jeans, I never realized how well I filled them out. Between the full shape of my hips and the way I felt between my thighs, the stretchy denim fitted me rather well, and I had never realized this before at least until after I did all of that dancing.

I had felt sexy before then, but even when that feeling disappeared, I still felt good enough, and quite healthy to boot.

I made my way downstairs right as Chuck surfaced from the basement with a shabby old heavy tweed coat wrapped up in a layer of clear plastic in his arms. He walked the other way so I was unable to tell him what I plotted to do right then.

My fingers through my hair once again and I strode on outside to the cool, crisp evening. The bank of fog collected on the horizon to my right, which in turn made the sky seem as though it had served as the canvas for my favorite artist. Everything about it seemed so precious and so delicate at the same time.

I really was in love, given I admitted I never appreciated a Bay Area sunset that much.

I tucked my hands into my pockets and I walked along the sidewalk to the stretch of trees behind our house. I still had no idea where Joey had run off to, either, but I hoped that I would find him somewhere around there. There was simply no way that he could have gotten very far, especially when I thought about the unfamiliarity aspect with him.

I flexed my wounded finger a bit inside of my jean pocket right up against the side of my wallet. I still felt the blood against my skin, even after a heady cleansing and a round of touching myself in the bathroom.

A light breeze washed over me and sent a chill from the top of my head and all the way down the ridge of my spine. I adjusted the collar of my shirt and my arms shivered from the feeling around me. There was a part of me that wanted to be cuddled right up next to Joey somewhere out in the trees, much like how Chuck and I had done it before.

But then again, if I did that, it would take something away from the magic of that moment I shared with him. There had to be something special done with Joey, and something that ventured beyond twin slits on the sides of our fingers together.

I rounded the corner and another gust of breeze hit me in the face. I clasped my hands to the crown of my head to keep my hair down. Up the street, I spotted two guys on the sidewalk with something cylindrical in both of their hands. It took me a second to realize those were milkshakes: the best time of year for a milkshake with cinnamon and all things warm and cozy, and I knew that I had enough change in my wallet for one for myself.

It also took me a second to recognize those two guys, too, with their long black hair and their dark denim jean jackets wrapped around their bodies. The one on the left was rather short and stout, and I knew his smooth inky black hair even from down the block, while the one on the right looked as though he had crawled out of the pit before the stage at one of Testament’s shows.

I walked up on towards them and sure enough, they were as whom as I had assumed.

“Eric!” I called out. “Eric! Zetro!”

“Alex!” Eric returned the favor to me once I came within earshot of them.

“Alejandro,” Zetro followed up with a smug little smile on his face.

“What’s happening, my man?” Eric asked me.

“Eh, just wanted to get out of the house for a bit,” I replied. “Get out of the house and—get a nice big milkshake for myself.”

“You sure you don’t him to get you one?” Zetro offered me, to which he gestured over to Eric complete with little twinkle to his eye.

“I have money,” I insisted.

“He’s a big boy, he’s got money,” Eric assured him with a sip from his cinnamon milkshake: I noticed that they both drank out from glasses.

“A big boy,” Zetro chuckled, and that brought a chuckle out of me, too.

“Don’t make me spork you,” Eric teased him with a gesture of his free index finger.

“Spork me, is that what you said?” Zetro chuckled at that.

“Sounds kinda dirty,” I muttered, to which Zetro burst out laughing in response.

“Exactly!” Eric declared, and Zetro clapped his hands, he laughed so hard.

“Anyway, I'll be right back,” I told them, and I sauntered over to the rickety wooden front steps of the restaurant. I knew that when I became prince, I could buy myself all the milkshakes I could ever wish for: but this time around, I only had enough for a small glass of that special cinnamon shake with the red and white striped straw. I posted up there at the end of the room in anticipation of my glass and all the while, I kept my attention on the two of them out there on the edge of the sidewalk.

The girl behind the counter called out to me and I showed her a polite smile in response as I took the cold glass of milkshake, the outside of which had already been coated with a fine layered of condensation. That little pile of whipped cream on top of the shake, and rounded out with that ripe little cherry.

I made my way back outside right as Zetro stood to his feet in the storm drain.

“Where you going?” I asked him.

“He slurped it down so fast,” Eric declared.

“I really did,” Zetro replied. “I also gotta get home, too.”

“Oh, shit,” I said as I took a sip of milkshake: I had no idea as to how he finished it so quickly because that cinnamon and vanilla ice cream tasted as though it had come right out of the freezer. I gasped and raised my eyebrows at that.

“Whoa,” I breathed out.

“Yeah, so chilly,” Eric told me as he gave his shake a little stir with the straw.

“Are you coming to my wedding, by the way?” I asked Zetro.

“Um... maybe,” he answered as he ran his fingers through his dark curls. “We’ll see, I promise you that much.”

I nodded at him and he passed me into the front room of the restaurant to trade in that glass for the girl behind the counter. Meanwhile, I took a seat next to Eric on the curb and we sipped on our milkshakes together.

“Delicious,” he noted with a glimpse over at me.

“Yeah, I'll say.”

I brought the straw up to my lips and I slowly sipped on the cinnamon. I brought my gaze over to him all the while. He swallowed as he locked eyes with me. I felt it inside of me. I felt it move in between my legs like the head of a serpent.

I sipped on the shake and released the straw from my lips. I noticed the bit of clearance between our hips.

“Come here, Eric,” I beckoned him with a gesture for him to come closer to me.

“What you need me for?” he demanded, taken aback.

“I need you for a little something refreshing,” I told him.

He swallowed again. “Alex, you know—I'm engaged, too,” he informed me, and he held up his hand to my face all to show me the band around his ring finger.

“I’m aware,” I pointed out, although there was really so much that I knew about the union between him and Lou. But nothing could deny the nibble on his bottom lip, however.

“How’s Zetro doing?” I asked him in a low voice. “Do you know if we’ll be seeing some weddings for Exodus coming soon?”

Eric swallowed and his eyes locked onto my chest.

“I want you, though,” I begged to him in a hushed voice.

“You know it’s funny,” he began again, and that time in the softest voice I had ever heard in my life. “I often think about you when I'm hanging out with Lou.”

“Oh, yeah?” I raised my eyebrows and showed the tip of my tongue at him.

“Finish that milkshake and I’ll take you somewhere private,” he advised me.

“Or you can finish your milkshake and I'll show you a good time,” I followed up to that.

“Somewhere private for a good time,” he followed it all up, to which he flashed me a wink. I brought my straw back to my lips and slurped on it some more.

#like blood from a stone #like blood from a stone fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #slash fanfiction #testament fanfic #testament #testament band #alex skolnick #eric peterson #steve souza #writing #fic writing #also on ao3 #text

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Hi, sorry, I really love your writing! You're very descriptive. Could you maybe do a character creation? I'd love to see what a character from you looks like.

say hello to character yellow, this is one I made a while back, I plan on making a character themed by each color, though my PC is busted and I'm waiting to fix it before I'd go on.

I hope you like her~

She enjoys watching leaves fall from a tree, she smiles when she hears kids laugh, she closes her eyes and hums softly when the music reaches her ears. With an eye for art and a love for nature Xania Sared is a happy soul

“Do you know what the word apricity means? It's a word that represents the warmth of the sun during winter, it’s my favorite word because it reminds me that even during the coldest winters, the sun is still there. It might be hard to feel but it’s not gone, just wait and the blessed heat will be back on your skin,”

Name: Xania Sared

Nickname: Nia.

Nia was a character in a popular children's show when Xania was young, it featured a teen who explored the world, and saved countless people through her travels, the teen was confident and cheerful. Xania’s friends always teased her about being similar to the character and started calling her by the last half of her name, due to it being the same as the character's first name.

Character Alignment: Lawful good, Xania is a good person by heart and was raised to hold the law in high regard, she’s not the type to break them for any reason and has a lot of faith in authority figures.

Eye color: A striking rich brown that shines hazel when it reflects light.

Body/build: Due to Xiania’s active lifestyle, she has a rather slim build with simple muscle mass, nothing over the top, and no abs but she looks fit and in good health.

Height: 163 cm Skin: Pale peach, she’s no snow-white but she burns pretty badly.

Face Features: She has an oval-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a small scattering of freckles.

Hair color: Brown Hair description: Her hair is rather long, this is due to the fact that all the woman in her family always grow their hair out until it hits their bum, it’s tradition. She keeps it tied in twin buns, you will scarcely see her with it loose. She loves her hair, but it’s a pain to wash and take good care of. It’s also really soft.

Resemblance: Xania is often mistaken for her father's sister, her parents had her rather early and she looks like a female version of him! Most tend to be shocked when they find out that she’s his daughter and not his sister.

Health: Xania is in great health! She does have a bee allergy and a cat one, which sucks because she loves cats. She hates bee’s though; those things are devils!

Clothes: She has a very colorful and artsy style, often seeming slightly vintage

Bedroom: Her room is a mess! A very organized mess, no seriously she knows there’s a paper clip on the floor by the corner of her desk that has been lying there for a week. She knows. There are some art things in there, plenty of posters, a bed, and eh things? Ohhh she has plants too! Can't forget those.

Mannerism: Xania swings her arms and pushes herself onto her tippy toes before sinking back down to stand normally, a habit she picked up as a kid whenever she felt awkward, if you catch her eye when she does this, she’ll smile rather stiffly and look away. She hops when excited or bored, it’s a more fast passed hop with a bright expression when excited and a slower hopping from place to place while repeating ‘hop, hop, hoppy’ to herself when bored, she does it to amuse herself. She'll fluster and stop with an awkward laugh if she catches you staring while she does it. She blinks repeatedly when she can’t understand what someone is saying.

Education: She was/is really terrible at school, she just can’t concentrate, there are so many more interesting things to see! She'll often forget she has homework and just does some art instead. She doodles in her books a lot.

Personality traits: Chipper, Hyper, Kind, Lazy, stubborn, stingy.

Fears: Desk jobs, no seriously how boring must it be? Xania doesn’t really have much or any fears.

Coping Mechanism: Crying, she cries when she’s angry, she cries when she’s sad, she cries when she’s happy. She cries a lot. It helps her release her pent-up emotions. She draws or paints to force out her emotions.

Family: Her parents are rather young, with her having been an accident when her mom was sixteen, they stuck together though. She has a great relationship with both, her father paints with her and he teases her about getting a grandkid often. Her mom loves to bake, and she has Xania taste test the food. She has plenty of extended family that she sees often, her entire family is very close with family dinners and weekends being spent together. They play boards games after dinner or watch movies together every night. Dinner is eaten around a table together and the chatter is always positive and relaxed. She has a little brother Jureth, he’s a studious little thing and she’s pretty sure he can kick her ass in school work even though he was like six years younger. She teased him a lot and often re-decorated his room, they pranked each other a lot, he gift-wrapped everything in her bedroom once, Xania was pretty sure her dad helped with that one, but she had no proof.

Optimistic or pessimistic: Optimistic, she could be falling to her death from the Eiffel tower and still be ‘I could totally land this and survive’ this girl does not know when to give up.

What would she change about herself? Her voice, she sounds like a wailing banshee when she sings.

Self-esteem: Xania has been called beautiful by well most people her entire life, she wasn’t striking but she was pretty, her self-esteem is rather high, she has a lot of confidence in herself due to her family’s constant support.

Hobbies: Listening to music, painting, bike riding, hiking, rollerblading, poster collecting, pranking, sleeping

Who are their important people: Her family, Xania’s most important people will always be her family.

What is their relationship with food? She savors every bite, Xania loves food and treats herself to new exotic things frequently. The way to her heart really is through her stomach.

How are they with Money? Saving? I'm sorry what’s that? She can’t keep money, the second she sees something artsy or yummy her money is gone.

Emotional or logical? Emotional, overly so, she won’t think through her responses until it's far too late, she gets riled up easily and her anger can distract her a lot. She holds a mean grudge.

What is their voice like? Her voice is chipper but a bit on the deeper side of the range, it’s not train whistle high but well it’s nice.

How do they talk? In fast-paced long sentences when excited or happy, her voice is bright and filled with emotion, she laughs a lot and makes excited or shocked exclamations rather often.

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the hunter’s moon single art hits so hard who ever did the art i want to give them the nicest coldest pillows

#the band ghost #it’s so good #ive seen ugly single art and that is not one of them #i want it on a shirt

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theseasonthatchangedmylife · 14 days

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The Winter that Changed My Life

It was the time of the coldest most cruel season. The landscape lay draped in a pristine, white blanket of snow. The air, crisp and biting, echoed with the hushed whispers of winter's enchantment, urging me to linger beneath the warmth of my blanket, reluctant to face the frigid reality awaiting me outside its cocoon.

I was 22 years old, and I landed a job as a teacher in kindergarten. My father says it is impressive for my age, but he is biased. After mother's death, my father and I fixed our relationship. He tells me stories about my mother before I was born, and I tell him stories of when he was away. This way we feel as if she's still around us. Amidst the responsibilities of my teaching role, I pursued an art major at the university. So I had a packed schedule.

While my artistic prowess may not have soared to greatness, I have high aspirations to transcend my current standing. I still like to observe the stars whenever I can and draw them when I am tasked with a drawing assignment. Exhibit A:

Juggling between the university and school was getting stressful. A three-hour drive across snow-covered realms became my daily routine, a sacrifice made to avoid the looming threat of academic failure.

On a day shrouded in heavy snow, my father was concerned because of weather forecast warnings, urging me to forsake my responsibilities for the day. Yet, the weight of impending exams propelled me forward. The road got slippery, but I was able to handle it, then it got foggy, and the snow covered the glass to an extent where the wind shield became of no use then *thud* I struck something or someone! I slam the brakes trembling in fear. I couldn't see what I encountered through the glass. I tried opening the window to see what I hit but I was in panic and all I could think of was “RUN RUNN AWAY”.

Succumbing to this desperate impulse, this time, I steer the car away, leaving the enigma of the collision behind.

…

It takes a mere five minutes for me to regain a bit of composure, during which my internal dialogue wrestles with the moral quandaries that echo through my conscience.

What if it’s a person, vulnerable and in dire need of assistance, left unaided in the desolate cold? Or perhaps, in my macabre scenario, it’s merely a creature of the forest, a deer, or some other inhabitant of the winter wilderness. The rationalization continues: even if it’s human, the injury might be inconsequential, and my presence could invite exploitation for monetary gain. Yet, the discord in my thoughts intensifies – is this not a criminal line of reasoning, and am I not more than a mere perpetrator?

Compelled by a moral imperative, I resolve to go back and retrace my path, to confront the aftermath of my impulsive escape. However, upon reaching the purported scene of impact, my search yields no evidence, casting doubt upon the accuracy of my memory. The storm’s tempestuous whims might have displaced any corporeal trace, leaving me in the struggle of uncertainty. Faced with the dilemma of reporting an incident I can’t entirely confirm, I hesitate, torn between the pursuit of justice and the comfort of ignorance.

Drowning in this internal turmoil, I seek solace in the familiar voice of my father, reaching out to him with a desperate phone call. As I explain my conundrum to him, his words begin, “I know my daughter, she would never-” a torrent of emotion overcomes me.

How could he say the same words my late mother said??? Their steadfast belief in my innocence, echoed in unison by both parents, becomes an unbearable weight on my conscience. Am I truly the embodiment of their unwavering trust, or have I become trapped in their expectations? Driven by the need for absolution, I brace myself to face the consequences, so I decide to call the police regardless of the outcome.

#Spotify #creative writing

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