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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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I have an request for you- is it alright if you do an fanfic where the brothers, dateables, and even the new characters get turned into toddlers? And now (mc) had to care of them? But Luke turns into a baby. A really fluffy, motherly thing? Idrk it's my first time requesting from you- it's alright if you don't want to do it though! :D -chickechee 🐥

when they turn into toddlers

includes: barbatos & gn!reader, & everyone else (no pronouns mentioned)

rated g | wc: .5k | m.list

a/n: oml this was so cute i hope you enjoy!! i have more baby!luke here as well. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi <33

reblogs are greatly appreciated

“oh my god!” you look around the room in horror. “what the hell happened?”

barbatos looks like he hasn't slept in a week. it’s only been a few hours since the initial incident. “what always does,” he answers tiredly, shifting toddler–yes, toddler!–diavolo to his other hip. “someone touched some cursed relic they weren’t supposed to and the effect was disastrous.”

“that’s one word for it,” you murmur. everyone, except for you and barbatos, had regressed into children. infants, even. barbatos had made quick use of the castle’s nursery, left over from one of the previous rulers, and turned it into something daycare-esque, thankfully providing a safe space for them all to be that would keep them out of harm's way, as well as trouble.

as you watch, mammon rises onto shaky legs, making his way over to levi, who’s playing with blocks. “oh please tell me he’s not going to do what i think he’s going to do,” you moan.

“he’s going to do exactly what you think he’s going to do,” barbatos replies, and sure enough, in one deliberate movement, mammon knocks over all of levi’s hard work. immediately, levi begins to scream, startling mammon, who falls back onto the padded ground and begins to cry himself.

“oh, shush.” moving more on instinct, you scoop levi up, patting his back gently. “you’ll be alright, honey.”

he quiets, staring at your face. you wonder if he recognizes you. mammon is still crying, so you set levi back down and move on to comforting him.

“that wasn’t very nice, now, was it?” you ask gently. “let’s not knock over other’s towers, okay?”

he sniffles, rubbing at his eyes with tiny fat baby hands, and it’s just the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. when you go to set him down, he holds tight, and you realize that apparently, he was just as clingy as a toddler as he is now. wonderful.

shifting him to one side, you take stock of everyone else, making sure there are no immediate concerns. simeon, rapheal, and lucifer are sitting together, coloring (and jesus christ you’re going to need to pull out your camera right now), diavolo is still in barbatos’ capable grasp, beel and belphie are napping quietly in a pile of blankets, solomon is telling something to asmo and satan in incomprehensible toddler speech, and mephisto and thirteen are busy playing on their own. you spy a crib in the corner, which must hold luke, who barbatos had said had regressed into an infant rather than a toddler.

“you’re good with children,” barbatos observes, and you sigh.

“i always did like them. i spent my teenage years as a babysitter and camp counselor so i have some experience under my belt,” you explain. “so are you, by the way.” you’ve long stopped being surprised by the fact that barbatos is skilled at literally everything.

“yes, well, it helps that they’re a bit better behaved like this than when they are normally,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. against your shoulder, mammon echoes your laugh, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. eh, he’s got a demon’s immune system, he’ll be fine.

“how much longer are they going to stay like this?” you ask, and barbatos shrugs.

“probably two or three more hours,” he says.

“just enough time to have to give them lunch while they’re like this,” you say with a slow-dawning horror. “which should be super easy and not difficult or tiring at all.”

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local-diavolo-anon · 2 months

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Ok i give up, here is the au i thought about in the post about my D&D character

So basically, its a ✨️Gods and Mortals✨️ kind of au (it also has nothing to do with my actual dnd character lmao)

At first i had a very different idea for this au tbh, but now i have a clearer view on where and how i want this to work

Eclipse is a preschool teacher and a daycare robot, his job is to care for the roudies children and take some weight off of the teacher's shoulders

One day, everything was normal, he gets his ass isekai'd into another world. Why? Because i say so

Jk he probably died somehow like in all isekai stories

To save him are the god of the stars, and the god of planets, those being Sun and Moon, who take a liking on this funny looking mortal and send him on an adventure with them as patrons

Sun and moon are two weirdos and being gods they do not really. Percieve. Eclipse as its own thinking being

This is not a plot point, actually, it's just to specify that Sun sees Eclipse as how you'd see a cute pet, while Moon as how you'd see a toddler of someone you barely know

They also have wildly different approaches when they talk with Eclipse, Sun does babyvoices at him, while Moon is the incarnation of the babysitter who tapes the baby to the wall and asks them if they want a beer

Sun is Eclipse's patron during the day and companion during the night, Moon is the other way around

Eclipse slowly loses his patience and gets progressively sassier and less keen to take shit from anyone he sees

Picture Gertrude from 'I Hate Fairyland', Eclipse is stuck in that world since months and has ho idea how to go back to his own, his "patrons" are not helping and anyone he meets is either a normal person or the worst weirdo he has ever run into

So he goes slowly from "ok now lets calm down and talk this out ok? We don't want anyone getting hurt ^^" to "i cast fuck you and your family!"

This is a sandbox au, so there is no real story, just some beasts to put in situations

If you want to know what they look like, Eclipse is the same eclipse from my 'sun and moonless' au/fic

Sun and Moon on the other hand appear as these titanic and imposing beings when they are in their real form, and as regular sun and moon when they take the 'shape of eclipse' (as they call it)

Sun wears a white tunic and a red scarf both as a god and as a "mortal", in his god form the tunic fades into clouds! his head is a half sphere and from behind rays and light come out, it looks like he is wearing a floating crown but you can't really tell because he is too bright. Also je probably has like, a few tens of eyes, but uses only between 2 and 5 at the same time usually

Moon on the other hand does not even have a real head as a god! His head is a clpud of space dust and darkness with a thousand stars inside, you can also see the moon where his head would be, and it always shows the same side no matter where you look at him from (it also shows the current lunar phase); he has eyes tho!

Moon wears a dark cape, and the cloud from his head forms a train behind him that looks like a night sky (similar to a nun's headwear in appearence)

When i draw anything good for this au i will post it because i keep imagining it with walt disney old comic books artstyle but I CAN'T REPLICATE IT

#not an ask #fnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf sb #fnaf eclipse #fnaf au #five nights at freddy's #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #gods and mortals au #someone please help eclipse he is TRYING

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gennyanydots · 1 year

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Grumpy Games

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Part of the ‘Spitfire universe’ *can be read alone but best enjoyed read in the series.

TW: *18+ only Minors DNI. Adult situations vaguely mentioned. Paintball guns.

AN: is this accurate? Who knows. Not me.

You’re……..tired. You’re just tired. You feel like you’ve been tired for a while. It’s not even the sleepy tired, you’re just done. You would even go so far to say you’re grumpy. At everything. You try your hardest not to take it out on anyone especially your children but sometimes lately your fuse is just a little short. The breaks you get are nice. When someone offers to babysit or when Jake comes home from work. Jake always takes over for a while when he comes home which is amazing but it’s still a lot and it just all seems to be adding up lately. You’re not sure if anyone has noticed. You hope not. You try not to let it on that you’re anything but your normal self. You’re just a little more overwhelmed than normal. It’ll pass. It always does.

Today hasn’t been so bad. It was a Friday which means you have Jake for the next two days. Ella took an extra long nap this morning. Eli went to school without any fuss. He barely even noticed when you left. You were finally able to get a couple things done off of your ever growing to do list. You were even early to pick up Eli. That’s when the normalcy to your day ended.

After picking up Eli from daycare and coming home, you noticed a note taped to your door. It creeped you out for a minute before you got close enough and realized it had your name on it in a familiar handwriting so you quickly opened it and read:

“Darlin,

Change into some clothes that you can move around easily in and ones you don’t care if you get dirty. Drop the kids off with their grandma in their pajamas. She has further instructions for you.

Love you,

Jake”

Weird.

Best not to question Jake and his oddball ideas, so inside you went with the kiddos and got them ready for Penny’s house and then changed into some black leggings and a black tank top, both of which could get gross and you wouldn’t really care. Plus it’s not like Jake wouldn’t just buy you new ones. You loaded the kids back into the car and headed off to their grandma’s house. Eli was very excited to see his grandma. Penny always spoiled both of your kids, though everyone always spoiled them. At least you’ve gotten Eli to consistently say ‘Thank you’ lately so you feel a little bit better letting your husband’s large adopted family spoil the kids.

Penny was at the door when you arrived and when you stopped the car to park she held up a hand to stop you as she came outside. You rolled down your window.

“No use turning the car off just to turn it on again. I can get the little terrors out of the car,” Penny said with a smile. She went and got Eli out first, making sure he kissed you goodbye first, then set him down and then walked over to Ella’s car seat and grabbed her out and grabbed her diaper bag. Penny even leaned Ella slightly into the car so you could give her a goodbye kiss too.

“So, do you have any idea what this is all about?” You ask Penny as she puts Ella on her hip.

“I do,” she says with a grin.

“You’re not gonna tell me are you?” You ask.

“And ruin the surprise? Nope. But I have two things for you. Wait here,” Penny says before corralling your son into her house and passing Ella off to a waiting Amelia. She comes back out less than a minute later and hands you a piece of paper and a pink bandana. “You need to wear the bandana in some way and you need to go to this address.”

You wrapped the bandana around your head like a headband then looked down at the address, you have no idea where this is, “Is Jake going to murder me and leave me out in the desert?”

Penny laughs, “Of course not! First of all you’d fight back. Second of all at least 12 people would kill him on sight and five of those people wouldn’t mind going to jail.”

You shrug, “I guess you’re right.”

Penny grins, “I’m always right, babe. But enough chitchat. You need to get a move on. Also, I’m keeping your kids overnight. Okay bye!” She tapped the hood of your car as she walked back.

You looked at her funny before yelling, “Bye!” back as you reversed out of her driveway.

It took about 20 minutes to drive wherever the little piece of paper told you. When you pulled in there was a small building that had a pretty forest behind it. There weren’t any distinguishing features about the place. You still had no idea what you were doing here.

You parked your car and felt your phone vibrate in your hand and saw a text from Jake, “Come inside.” You read aloud. “Still giving ‘getting ax murdered in the woods by my husband vibes’ but sure let me just go into the nondescript building.” You laughed at your own words as you got out of the car and headed inside.

“Welcome!” A man called out as you walked in. You looked towards him behind a glass counter and walked up to him. He seemed to be the only one in the small shop. He looked to be older than you, maybe Mav’s age.

“Umm hi my husband gave me a piece of paper with this address?” You said as you looked around. There were some racks of clothing in the small shop. A lot of it camouflage.

“Your husband is Jake Seresin?” The man asks and you nod. “Perfect. Let’s get you set up.”

“Set up for what exactly?” You ask and worry your bottom lip.

“You’re going into battle, my dear,” the man said and smiled. “We have to get you fitted up before I turn you loose.”

“I don’t get it….” You say looking at him confused still. Battle? You? Nope. Not interested. Now a nap sounds good. Maybe you could battle nap.

“You will,” the man says and leads you through a doorway where you see a camo jacket over top of something on a bench. You’re not sure what but you know the jacket looks lumpy. “Jacket’s yours. If you get hot you can wrap it around your waist but know it might hurt more. Smart girl wearing black.”

“Umm thank you?” You say and walk over to the jacket and pick it up. Underneath it is a paintball gun filled with pink paint balls, some fingerless gloves, and a mask.

You look at the man questioningly who just nods at you. You put on the jacket and gloves and pick up the paintball gun.

“I’ll go over some rules and then explain how your game is going to work, okay?” The man says.

You nod and he goes over a few safety rules with you and explains how to use your gun.

“Now, here’s how your game is going to work. You are the pink team’s captain. You need to find your team members. You have 10 minutes to find your team members before the game starts. Your team members are all hiding but once you see them they can move and follow you. The green team isn’t allowed out until after the 10 minutes. You have a base. If a team member is on base they cannot be shot but they can only be on base for five minutes and then must be off for at least five minutes. There are extra paintballs and bottles of water at your base. There are five green team members, including your husband. Your team needs to get them all out by shooting them. One of them must be shot by you. You are not allowed to be shot unless all of your team members are out and I highly doubt that will happen. All the other players besides you are wearing pink or green shirts so it’s easy to distinguish between them. After an hour if you’re all still playing I will call time over a megaphone and I’ll have pizza here waiting and then you’ll go out again if you all want. Do you have any questions?” He asks after explaining everything to you.

“Who is on my team?” You ask.

“That is for you to find out,” he says with a grin. “My name is George. If you have any problems at all just start hollering my name and nobody is allowed to hit you. When I hear you I’ll pause the game and help you with whatever you might need.”

“Thank you, George,” you say and give him a kind smile. He helps get a few last things ready and makes sure your safety is on for you to run. He then leads you to a door leading outside and opens it and holds it open.

“Okay my dear, are you ready?” George asks.

“Ready!” You say back and bend your knees a little to sprint off when you can.

“On the count of three. One…… two…… three!” George yells and you run off into the woods.

You’re only running for about 30 seconds before you see your first teammate, Natasha, who joins you running to find the others.

Not too long after that you hear, “Baby girl!” You grin and head towards the voice seeing Javy casually leaning against a tree, “Took you long enough.”

“I literally just started,” you said and laughed.

He grins and nods his head towards his right and the three of you are off in that direction.

“How many people are on our team?” You ask the other two.

“We have six. Green has five,” Javy says.

You nod then see a flash of pink. You head over and see Maverick who seems to be chatting with someone, “Found you!” You yell and he turns to you smiling. As you get closer you see who he had been talking to.

“Is that Warlock?” You turn to Natasha and ask.

Warlock laughs, “Getting to shoot those other guys was too good of a time to pass up.”

You smile, “I’m glad you were able to come out then. So, who are we missing?”

Javy sighs, “Your son’s favorite uncle who isn’t his godfather.”

You smile, “Oh good! I’m sure he will love shooting at Jake.”

Just then you hear a megaphone, “Five minute warning!”

“C’mon let’s get to the base,” Maverick says and starts leading you all towards the base. The base ends up being just a wooden platform on the ground. The base is also where you find Bradley.

“I figured it was the best place to start,” Bradley says and shrugs.

“Two minute warning!” Comes over the megaphone.

Maverick has you all circle up then starts “Okay, so we’re looking for Hangman, Yale, Payback, Bob,…”

“Bob betrayed me?! My own husband?!” You exclaim.

Warlock looks at you funny, “I thought you were Seresin’s wife.”

Javy puts an arm around your shoulders, “She is. Bob is her backup husband. It used to be me but I was a terrible birth partner.”

You shrug, “It’s true.”

Warlock nods, “I’m not going to pretend I understand any of that.”

You giggle.

“Okay, team we only have a little longer,” Maverick says and the group of you get to work on a plan. You may be team captain but you decided that Maverick and Warlock were in charge of strategy. Bradley and Javy are your body guards. Natasha is your sniper. And you? You’re bait. Since you can’t be shot until everyone else on your team gets shot (since you lack any sort of military training) then you can run around out in the open with no consequences.

You will walk around and try and coax the green team out and then Bradley or Javy will shoot them unless you can take the shot in which case you have to take the chance. Natasha will be hiding. That’s all you know. You didn’t question it at all. Maverick and Warlock will be switching off at the base and will take over if anyone gets shot.

An alarm goes off and you hear, “Game starts now!” over the megaphone.

Once the alarm stops you look around and everything is silent. You can’t see anyone, just trees. Clearly everyone was taking this very, very seriously. You stand holding your gun and turn in different directions trying to hear anything. Still nothing. Better change tactics.

“Ohhhhh Jaaaaaaaake!” You call walking in a random direction. You have no idea if he’s this way at all but its as good an option as any.

“Jake!” You yell then try and listen. Still nothing. “Baby! I miss you! Come out, come out wherever you are!”

You walk some more still not hearing anything, not even your bodyguards which you feel like is impressive especially for Bradley. He gets a gold star.

“Hey Jake! If you come out, later I’ll do that thing you really like,” you call out. “You know with my mouth and…..”

You hear a snicker and then a splat and you turn towards the noises seeing Logan and you smile at him, “You’re out.”

Logan sighs and shakes his head and heads off in some way. You’re not sure where he’s going but you’re not sure where you are so hopefully he’s going where he’s supposed to.

“Good job, body guards,” you say and continue walking. Hmm. How to get another one out of hiding.

Over the megaphone comes, “Yale is out!”

Well that’s nice to know everyone will stay in the know with who is still playing.

One down. Four to go.

Fifteen minutes go by and you still don’t see or hear anything until off in the distance you hear a couple of the paintball guns go off. Four minutes later you hear, “Payback is out!” and then “Maverick is out!” Dammit.

At least now it’s just three more to go.

“Oh Bobby!” You call. “I’m hurt that you’re playing against me. How could you do that?! I want a divorce!”

You continue walking aimlessly every once in a while yelling Jake or Bob’s name.

A couple minutes later you hear a paintball gun go off behind you and a, “Dammit!” as you see Javy come out from behind a tree.

“Javy! No!” You say and run over to him. “Did you see who did it?”

Javy shakes his head but points to the side, “It came from over there. Be careful out here, baby girl.” He kisses your forehead and heads towards the building you assume. Two minutes later you hear, “Coyote is out!” over the megaphone.

Now you’re down two players each. Thankfully you have an extra player so you’re still in the lead.

“Oh Jacob!” You call and head towards the direction Javy said the paintball came from.

A little ways away you hear more paintballs being fired and then a couple minutes later, “Warlock is out.”

Well. That’s not good.

Now it’s evenly matched. Vaguely evenly matched. You’re barely a player. You haven’t even shot your paintball gun yet.

You see a flash of green fabric then sneak towards where you saw it. You come up behind the person and shoot them and surprisingly enough you hit them in the back.

They turn around and you realize it’s Bob, “Aww c’mon sweetheart, did you do that on purpose? I heard you earlier.”

“I did not realize who it was but I’m glad I did it. You’ve betrayed me, Robert. I’m very upset. I’m contacting my lawyer about the divorce,” you say as you cross your arms.

“I’ll buy you those ice cream bars you like and help you hide them from Jake,” Bob says and holds his arms out.

You grin and run into his arms and hug him, “You’re forgiven.”

He hugs you back and chuckles, “I better head back. See you soon.” He lets go of you and starts to walk off with a wave.

You blow him an exaggerated kiss and wave back. A minute later you hear, “Bob is out!”

That leaves two on the green team and three on yours.

Ten minutes go bye of you walking around aimlessly before you hear some more paintballs splattering. Two minutes later you hear, “Phoenix is out!”

“Fuck!” You say and realize you might want to head back to your base for safety and maybe not stand out in the open.

Not even a minute later you hear more paintballs and Bradley yell, “Dammit!”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You take off running. Somehow you make it to your base and hear, “Rooster is out!” You’re safe. For five minutes. You sit down on the platform to catch your breath and drink some water. It’s almost peaceful until you hear twigs snapping and you look up seeing Mickey standing ready to shoot, “I’ve been timing you. You have about a minute left.”

“Rude,” you say and glare at him. You both stare at each other before you hear a beeping coming from Mickey’s watch.

“Time’s up,” he says and aims his gun.

You sigh and go to take a step off the platform before you hear a paintball fired and Mickey yelling.

“What the hell?! We’re on the same team!” Mickey yells and you see Jake coming out from behind a tree.

“You’re a dumbass if you think I’m going to let you shoot my wife,” Jake says and shoots Mickey again.

“I’m already out!” Mickey yells and Jake laughs.

“That one was for being a dumbass,” Jake says grinning.

Mickey grumbles and starts back towards the building.

You smile at Jake, “Hi baby.”

“Hi darlin’, are you having fun?” He asks and holds out a hand which you look at wearily.

“I am but we’re still playing and I don’t trust you,” you say and aim at your husband who laughs.

“Shoot me. I’m not a dumbass. I’m not shooting my wife. I like sleeping in my bed thank you very much,” Jake says and holds his arms out.

You smile and shoot him in the chest, “Yay! I won!” Jake smiles and walks over to you and hauls you into his arms for a hug then kisses you softly.

“Of course you did. Like hell anyone else was winning,” Jake said and kissed your cheek before letting go of you and holding out a hand for you to take.

“What a gentleman,” you say and take his hand. “Why are we playing paintball?”

“You needed to get away from home,” Jake said matter of factly. “I know my wife and my wife has been grumpy. You tried very hard to hide it but I know all your tells. So I decided you needed to do something you’ve never done and I googled some stuff and found this place. George was nice enough to help me set this up.”

“I like George,” you say with a smile.

“He came up with your special rules,” Jake said as the two of you came into view of the building.

“Thank you, Jake. For all of this. I needed this,” you say as you stop and turn to look at your husband who stops too.

“I would do anything for you, darlin’. You know that,” he says and smiles down at you.

“I know,” you say and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss which he happily does.

He pulls away slightly after a couple seconds, “So, about that thing with your mouth….”

You laugh and shake your head before the door to the building opens and you hear Natasha yell, “Let’s go, love birds. Pizza’s here!”

You smile at each other and walk hand in hand towards the building. Jake holds the door open for you and you reach up and kiss his cheek and quickly whisper, “Penny does have the kids tonight…”

Jake grins and pumps a fist.

You head inside and call to Jake, “After my team kicks your team’s butt again.”

“Oh you’re goin down, darlin’,” Jake says and jogs to catch up with you and playfully swats at your butt.

You laugh, “We’ll see about that.”

*Warlock and Maverick helped you wipe the floor with Jake’s team the second game.

** Jake couldn’t have cared less

#Jake hangman Seresin x f!reader #hangman x female!reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #spitfire universe

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sequinsmile-x · 6 months

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty Two

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hi friends,

As always, thank you so much for your love on this fic! It genuinely means the world to me. I've been writing this version of them for almost a year now, and they mean so much to me!

I hope you enjoy this one...we're on the edge of some more drama!

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A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

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Aaron smiles as he paces back and forth in the living room, patting Lily’s back having just fed her. She grumbles and rubs her face into the muslin he’d thrown over his shoulder to protect his suit jacket.

“I know, Lily-Pad,” he says, kissing the side of her head, empathy infused into his voice, “Daddy and the bottle aren’t as good as Mommy but she has to get ready for work, so you’re stuck with me this morning.”

In the few weeks since Emily had returned to work, they’d formed a routine. Usually, she’d feed Lily when she woke up, both a need physically to ease any discomfort and something she liked to do anyway. Enjoying the moments of silence and peace she’d get with her little girl first thing in the morning, something she found all the more precious since she’d returned to work. It helped ease some of the guilt that had seemingly taken permanent residence in her chest, hunkered down in the very centre of it, ever since the moment she dropped Lily off to daycare for the first time. She’d spoken to JJ about it, called her friend who she hadn’t seen since she left the BAU and asked if it was normal. If the guilt of trying to be someone’s mother whilst also retaining the ability to be yourself would ever fade.

She’s not sure if it made her feel better or not that JJ had said she felt the same way, an edge to her voice that let Emily know there was more to it these days than her friend could share.

This morning had been a break from their routine. Lily hadn’t slept much, restless for a reason neither of them had been able to figure out unless she was in Emily’s arms. She’d finally gone to sleep in the small hours of the morning, and Aaron had suggested he took the baby this morning to give his wife some much needed time to herself and some precious extra minutes in bed.

Lily looks up at him, her cheek resting on his shoulder, and she smiles, wide and gummy and always enough to make his heart swell. She was Emily through and through, beautiful and stubborn in a way that he knew would drive him crazy when she was a teenager.

His phone rings from his pocket and he adjusts his hold on Lily, making sure she’s secure against his chest. He pulls his phone from his pocket and sees Penelope’s name on the screen and he looks down at his daughter.

“Looks like Daddy has a case,” he says before he answers, “Morning Garcia”

“Morning Sir,” she replies, “DC Police have just been in touch, they want our help with a case.”

“How many victims are we talking?” He asks, grateful that it seemed he’d be working locally for once.

“Only the one, but-”

He cuts her off as Lily grabs his tie, pulling it with more force than he’d think a baby just shy of four months old would be capable of.

“Angel, don’t do that,” he says, pressing the phone between his shoulder and ear to release her grip from his tie.

“Sir…did you just call me Angel? Because I like the nickname but you usually blush when you call me Penelope.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes even though Penelope can’t see him, “Sorry to burst your bubble Garcia, but I was talking to Lily.”

He winces as she screeches down the phone. Any mention of his little girl always made Penelope giddy, a wide grin on her face as she would always inevitably ask him if they were planning on having any other children. He hoped that one day, especially because he knew his wife definitely wanted at least one more, that the question wouldn’t strike fear in his gut. A spark of something that hadn’t completely faded, still prone to catching fire again at the memory of Lily’s birth. How he’d spent close to an hour thinking he’d lose one or both of them, how he could still see the fear on Emily’s face when they were told what was happening. A memory seared into his brain, burnt into the back of his eyelids so he’d see it whenever he closed his eyes.

“Oh, how is she? Emily sent the funniest picture-”

“Garcia,” he says, well aware if he let her carry on they’d lose track of why she’d called in the first place, “Why do DCPD want us involved if there’s only one victim? That’s not really enough for us to build them a profile.”

“It’s more to do with what the unsub did,” she says, clearing her throat before she continues, “The victim's lips were removed.”

He pauses, frozen in place as Penelope’s words wash over him, and he swallows thickly, shaking off how he’d briefly been affected.

“Tell the team to get to the office as soon as they can,” he says before they exchange goodbyes and he hangs up. He blows out a breath as he slips his phone back into his pocket and looks down at Lily, “Looks like it’s time for me to go to work.”

He hears his wife’s familiar footsteps in the hallway and smiles at her as she walks in. He always thought she looked beautiful no matter what she was wearing. If she was dressed up for an event, or simply wearing one of his t-shirts with her hair pulled back she was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. But there was something about her dressed like this, in one of the suits she wore to work, that took his breath away.

He wonders if it’s because it’s what she was wearing when he fell in love with her. Her obvious beauty and clean-cut suits mixed in with her intelligence and her empathy enough to bowl him over, especially now he knew how it felt to be loved by her.

“Was that Pen with a case?” She asks, walking over and pressing a kiss to his lips, her hand over his on Lily’s back.

“Yeah,” he replies, shifting Lily so Emily can take her, the baby already reaching for her mother, “It’s only in DC though so I’ll be home tonight.”

She smiles, grateful that he won’t be going very far, “Did you hear that, Lils?” She asks, kissing Lily’s cheek before she holds her against her chest, “Daddy’s not going very far for work this time,” she smiles back up at her husband, “Do you need to go now?”

He nods and leans in to kiss her, “It’s urgent.”

She kisses him again before she pulls back, one of her hands on his cheek, “Okay, I’ll get here to daycare. Be safe, okay?”

“You too,” he replies and she rolls her eyes at him.

“Yes, I’ll try not to get a papercut whilst I’m translating documents today,” she says, winking at him, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he replies, and he kisses Lily’s head, “Love you, Lily-Pad.”

Emily smiles as she watches him go, the sound of him gathering his things and leaving, taking care to close the door behind him as quietly as possible.

“Okay, sweet girl,” she says, looking down at her daughter, “We should get you to daycare” The only response she gets is Lily throwing up on her shoulder, staining the jacket she’d only just put on. Emily sighs and pats her baby’s back, “Okay, change of plan. Mommy needs to change, then it’s time for daycare.”

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Emily smiles as she walks into the BAU’s bullpen, more than ready to go home. She spots the team, all gathered by Derek’s desk and walks over, her smile only widening when Aaron looks up and spots her.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says as she makes it to his side, and he leans in to stamp a kiss against her cheek. He’d been more relaxed about showing her affection at work since she’d stopped working for him directly, something she secretly relished in no matter how much she sometimes chastised him for it, but she knows it was also because the bullpen was largely empty apart from the BAU.

“Hi,” she replies, looking around the team. It was hard to get her head around the fact she wasn’t part of the team anymore. She missed it sometimes but she knew she’d left for the right reasons, she’d never wanted to turn into her mother and this was her way of making sure of it. She smiles as she looks at a woman she’d never met before, the newest member of the team that she knew to be Alex Blake. She’d met the other new member, Ashley Seaver, a couple of weeks ago. “We haven’t met, I’m Agent Prentiss, I’m in the counterterrorism unit.”

“She’s also Hotch’s wife,” Derek says, winking at Emily when she glares at him, “In case you’re worried he’s going to start kissing all of us.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Alex says as she purposely ignores Derek, already making her go up in Emily’s estimations. She puts her hand out for Emily to shake and she returns the favour, “I’ve got to say, taking the boss's wife’s old job is a lot of pressure,” she half-jokes, a wry smile on her face, “Big shoes to fill.”

“Don’t worry about it, Blake,” Dave chimes in, “You’re not even half as much trouble as she was.”

“Shut up, Dave,” Emily says before she turns back to Alex, “It’s lovely to meet you too. Don’t believe anything Dave says about me,” she smirks as Dave rolls his eyes at her and then looks at the group as a whole, “What are everyone’s plans for the evening?”

“We’re all going to see Garcia’s play,” Spencer says, “Even though she didn’t want us to know about it at first.”

Emily smiles and leans into her husband’s side a little, well aware that he felt guilty for accidentally revealing that their friend was going to be in a play to everyone. He’d told her about it when he got home from work last night, his head in his hands as if he’d created some cardinal sin, not simply slipped up whilst they were trying to solve a case with a deadline, a girl’s life at stake.

“Are you coming, peaches?” Penelope asks, the look in her eyes so hopeful it makes Emily sigh, familiar guilt churning in her gut.

“Oh, we have to go pick up Lily-”

“I thought you’d hired a babysitter?” Derek asks curiously, and Emily turns to look at her husband. He smiles at her and places his hand on her hip, squeezing it for a moment, a silent promise that he’d go with whatever she wanted, “Hotch told us, some student from one of the universities.”

“And she’s studying for her masters in Child Development, and she graduated from her undergrad with honours,” Penelope says, her eyes going wide as she realises what she’s said, and Emily sighs, closing her eyes as her husband squeezes her hip again.

“You asked Garcia to look into Amy’s background?” He asks, raising his eyebrow at her as she looks up at him, and she sighs, but is cut off as she opens her mouth to respond.

“So did you bossman,” Penelope says in defiance and Emily laughs at him, raising her eyebrows at him.

“You were saying?” She asks, chuckling as he narrows his eyes slightly.

“That was meant to be a secret, Garcia,” he says, no malice in his voice as he struggles to keep a straight face himself.

“Well, so was my play,” she replies, smiling at him before she looks at Emily, “So are you going to come?”

Emily thinks about it for a moment, her lips pressed together as she looks back and forth between her friend's hopeful faces, and she eventually sighs and nods. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been out with them all, and it would give her a chance to get to know Ashley and Alex better.

“Okay, sure,” she says, chuckling as Penelope pulls her into a hug, “I’ll call the babysitter.”

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“I don’t know why Pen didn’t want us to know about that,” Emily says as they walk into their house, “She was excellent.”

“She was nervous, sweetheart,” he says, closing the door behind them, “I don’t think I could get on stage in front of everyone.”

“That’s because you can’t sing, honey,” she replies as she shrugs off her coat, her eyes sparkling with mischief as he scoffs at her.

“I’m not that bad,” he grumbles, taking her coat and hanging it up for her before he takes off his own.

“Baby,” she says, cupping his cheek, a sympathetic smile on her face, “You suck. Lily actually stops crying when you stop singing to her.”

He narrows his eyes, but any reply is cut off before it can begin as the babysitter walks down the stairs, the baby monitor in her hand.

“Mr and Mrs Hotchner,” Amy says quietly, keeping her voice low for the sake of the sleeping baby upstairs, “How was the play?”

“It was good thank you, Amy,” Aaron says, “How was Lily tonight?”

“Oh she was an angel, she barely cried all night,” she says, smiling at them, “She woke up about 20 minutes ago but I changed her and she’s settled back down.”

Emily chuckles, “Nice to know it’s just us she screams the place down for,” she says, glancing up the stairs, almost itching to go and see her baby even though she knows she should let her sleep, “Thank you so much for tonight, especially on such short notice.”

“It really wasn’t a problem,” Amy says, handing over the monitor and gathering her things, “It gave me a chance to study.”

Aaron and Emily both exchange a small smile over her mention of her studies, their mutual, but separate, requests for Penelope to look into the young girl's background one of the main topics of conversation of the night. Aaron clears his throat and pulls out his wallet, taking out the agreed amount in cash, plus an extra $20 and handing it over to her.

“Here you go,” he says, “There’s some extra there too for coming over last minute.”

Amy smiles and nods, folding the money and placing it in her pocket, “Thank you so much.”

They exchange goodbyes with Amy, and Aaron even goes as far as to make sure she gets into her car safely, even though they live in a good neighbourhood, standing on the porch and keeping watch until she’s in her vehicle. He closes the door and turns back to his wife, smiling as he tugs her into his embrace.

“It’s still relatively early,” he says, his hands skating up and down her lower back as he pulls her closer, “What do you want to do?”

“Well,” she says, smiling as she leans in closer, “We could always-” She’s cut off by a loud meow, and turns to see Sergio standing on the side table next to him, his head tilted as he looks at Aaron. The cat stands on his back two paws and places the front two on Aaron’s leg, a not-so-subtle signal that he wants to be picked up. Emily lovingly rolls her eyes and steps back, giving Aaron space to pick up the cat, “I still can’t believe I’m the one who rescued him and you’re the favourite.”

She starts to walk towards the kitchen, Aaron following only a few paces behind her, “He loves you too, Em.”

She looks back at her husband and shakes her head at the sight she’s met with. Sergio is lying back in his arms like a baby, leaning into the head scratches that Aaron is giving him.

“The only time he showed me any kind of attention was when I was pregnant with the tiniest Hotchner,” she grumbles, both of them aware that she wasn’t really annoyed. There was something about watching Aaron with Jack and Lily or with Sergio that made her almost giddy. The difference in size between them and the tender way Aaron would hold them, with hands that she knew carried so much strength, made her fall even more in love with him, “Want some wine?”

Aaron nods, barely looking up from the content cat in his arms, “Yes please.”

She walks into the kitchen and heads for the fridge, but is distracted by the blinking light on the phone, “Did we have a message when we left this morning? She asks, wondering who would call them on the house phone and not their cell phones.

“I don’t think so,” Aaron replies as he walks into the kitchen, now empty-handed since he had a rule about the kitchen and the cat. A rule that was broken more often than it wasn’t.

Emily hums as she pulls a bottle of white wine out of the fridge, “Can you play it?”

He nods and presses the button, the robotic voice of the answering machine filling the room, providing the time of the call from just before they would have arrived home from the daycare earlier. They’d been home so briefly between then and Amy showing up they hadn’t even stepped into the kitchen.

“Who the hell even calls the house phone…” Emily drifts off, her rebuke of the mystery caller lost as she freezes in place, a familiar voice filling the room.

“Emily, it’s your mother. Of course, you know it’s me, it’s probably why you haven’t answered. I know you don’t want to see me, and I know why, but I wanted to speak to you. The incident a few months ago opened my eyes and…well I’ve been going to AA for two months now. I get my two-month chip in a week. My sponsor asked if I was going to invite you and I thought I’d call. It’s at the same place as last time. I hope to see you there. But I understand if I don’t. I lov-”

The message cuts off before it goes any further, and the loud beep that follows echoes around the otherwise silent house.

-x-

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xxcatzladyxx · 8 months

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Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader | Modern AU

Hello everyone! ❤️

Lil' summary: Modern AU, Teacher & Modern Demon Slayer! Kyojuro Rengoku, Female African! Reader

🛑 Warning 🛑: A little bit racism. I am against racism. All people are equal. Whether white or black. Where's the difference? Unfortunately, there is still a lot of racism in today's society.

Have a good read!

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"See you tomorrow, (y/n)!"

"Bye, (y/n)!"

"Ciao, (y/n)!"

"See you tomorrow, (y/n)!"

"All right, children, that's enough. Let (y/n) finally go home now.", your colleague, an educator like you, says to the children, seeing you off for the end of the day. The children start pouting and stand in front of you with their arms crossed. You can't suppress a laugh. You get down on your knees and hold out your arms. The children understand immediately and practically fall into your arms. You hug them all warmly. Then you let go of them so they can go play. You still look after them until they have disappeared from your field of vision and turn to your colleague.

"Look! I think someone is waiting for you out there," she says to you, pointing her finger out the window at someone standing in front of the entrance to the daycare center. You follow her finger with your brown eyes and catch sight of your friend, Kyojuro. You blush a little around your cheeks.

"Come on, don't keep him waiting so long. Go on!" your colleague literally kicks you out. You shake your head with a laugh. You hug her goodbye and step outside. To Kyojuro.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" you ask him and hug him. He returns your hug. He laughs out loud.

"Aren't I allowed to pick up my girlfriend from work?" he asks, still laughing.

"Yes, yes, of course you can. I'm just wondering why?" you join in his laughter.

"I wanted to spend a nice afternoon with you before I have to go to work tonight. How do you feel about that."

"Yes, I'd love to."

Kyojuro moonlights as a demon hunter in addition to his main job as a teacher at Kimestu Academy. His other colleagues like Tengen, Giyu and Sanemi as well. They belong to an organization under the master Oyakata-sama. In secret, they protect people from the demons. You are the only one besides Tengen's three wives who knows their little secret. Not even their students know what their teachers do at night. And that's just as well. They are also trained to get by on very little sleep. Because during the day they go about their normal business, and at night they watch over the rooftops of the city for demons that attack and eat innocent bystanders. It must be said that they don't have to go out every night. Only when they have been given a mission.

However, the demon hunters have to watch out for the police. If they were caught by the police, they would be arrested for carrying katanas. And they can't say that they need katanas to kill demons. They would probably be committed after this statement, because no one in modern times believes that demons still exist. After all, the bodies of the demons dissolve after killing, so there is no physical evidence for the police. So the demon hunters have to not only look out for demons, but also avoid the authorities as much as possible and be careful not to be seen by them. Not an easy task!

For you, it is sometimes very difficult to have such a secret and not be able to confide it to anyone. Not even to your own parents. Most of them wouldn't understand anyway. Demons in this day and age? A joke! They would be declared crazy and given a wide berth. She herself was once such a person who didn't believe in demons, you were on your way home from work one cold winter evening. By now it had been pitch dark in the city. The lanterns on the streets with their weak light couldn't have much effect against the darkness. You had arrived at a park and thought nothing more of it. It was a shortcut to your apartment. You had arrived in the middle of the park when you heard a growl behind you. You turned around to the sound and caught sight of a person who looked quite unusual. He was about to attack you when someone jumped in and made short work of him. It was none other than your current boyfriend, Kyojuro. It had been love at first sight between you. You had asked him what this strange creature was. Kyojuro was reluctant to tell you at first, but he did. That's how you found out his secret and swore to him that you would never tell anyone about it.

You are sitting with Kyojuro in a small, cozy restaurant. You tell him about your day at work with bright eyes. With a smile on his lips, he listens attentively. He loves it when you talk so excitedly about your work with children. So you sit eating and telling each other about your day so far. It's occasionally interrupted by a 'Yum' Kyojuro on his part.

"I'd rather have a really yummy dessert," you give of yourself, a dessert right in front of you. Kyojuro immediately understands what you mean. He turns slightly pink around the ears. He gets a little warm and in seconds he has eaten the dessert. Your hint has even excited him, which you can clearly see. You just grin to yourself and share your dessert with Kyojuro. When you arrived home, he immediately jumped all over you. That showed you that he wanted you too. Although his reaction at the restaurant had said it all. To your delight. He really couldn't wait until the door to your apartment slammed shut. That was only more than right for you. After all, you were keen on him yourself.

~*~

Kyojuro and you lie naked in bed. A little sweaty and still panting slightly from the sex. You snuggle up to the muscular chest of the blond, while you feel his juice running out of you between your legs. You barely noticed because you were still pretty woozy from the orgasm Kyojuro gave you.

"You're going to get me pregnant!" you joke around, snuggling closer to him. He laughs in response and strokes your black hair.

"I'd love to have a child with you," you say, surprised. The topic of children had never been too big a deal between you. You didn't expect such an answer either. But you are very happy. It touches you deeply. You were unsure whether he really wanted to start a family with you. You were worried because of the color of your skin. He is a blond and light-skinned and you are dark-skinned with black hair. Most people in your society don't like that. But his answer just now sounded honest and serious, even though he had laughed. It would take care of you and the baby. For sure!

~*~

Now the two of you are standing in the hallway. You kiss him goodbye and put your arms around his neck. He leans down a bit because you're a little shorter than him. He has his arms wrapped around your hips. Suddenly, an older lady joins you. She also lives in this house, directly across from you.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?" she grumbles, bitching bitterly at both of you.

"Young man, shouldn't you rather find a girl who has your skin color?" she continues to get upset. That hurts your feelings. The old woman is a racist. She makes you feel stupid every time she comes across you in the hallway. Just because you're colored and Kyojuro isn't.

"Well, I love chocolate," he kisses you again.

The lady shakes her head. Continuing to rant, she unlocks the door to her apartment and disappears inside. With a loud crash, the door slams shut and the ranting stops. You look down at your shoes. Kyojuro takes your head in his hands and forces you to look down. He smiles lovingly at you. He strokes your cheek with his thumbs and kisses you tenderly on the forehead.

"Forget what you just said! I love you and would never dream of looking for someone else. You are perfect for me just the way you are. I love you!"

"Thank you..I love you too!"

A kiss follows. Kyojuro turns to leave.

"Please take care of yourself, Kyo!"

With his famous smile, he turns to you one last time.

"Of course, my darling. I do want to witness our baby growing inside your belly."

His sentence brings a smile to your lips. You wonder, as you often do, how you deserve this man. Not only is his appearance perfect, so is his character. A dream for every mother-in-law. Your mother has immediately taken him into her heart. Your father too. They wish you both only the best and hope that you will stay together forever and, of course, give them many grandchildren. Maybe they won't have to wait much longer for the first one.

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ringchollyandfriends · 17 days

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Elliot has been with me for 3 months already!

I'm sure that almost everybody knows this already, but here's what Elliot is like after 3 months, just for fun!

He is ridiculous and I say this in the nicest way possible. Every day, he does something that makes me laugh.

He loves to jump. Up in the air, on the bed, on the cat tree, on top of the dog crate (I don't understand how that's comfortable), he walks on table like it's nothing. Nothing will stop that boy from Being On Things. I think it's hilarious.

He loves strangers. I'm so used to living with fearful dogs that it surprises me every time. He almost requires strangers to pet him and he gets offended if there's kids that don't pet him. I didn't know how he was with kids and it's a delight. Bean is scared of children and it makes me nervous, so it's nice to have Elliot to point kids too. (All the kids we met except one were polite, a+.) Everybody is his friend.

He's very food motivated. It's a bit tricky because he thinks anything is edible, but it's also a huge plus. He's easy to train, to feed and he takes meds well.

He loves training. The main struggle is that I don't know how to teach him things, he's just happy to do things and get food for it.

I'm still shocked by the fact that he thrives at dog daycare with me. He yells at me if I'm not fast enough at getting out of the car when we get to work. He isn't the most playful dog, but gets along with 99% of dogs and communicates well, it's great by me.

He is so environmentally stable it's almost unbelievable. A crate that was stacked fell next to him and he didn't react. Nothing bothers him.

Chico is a good dog that has weird reactions to dogs, but Elliot generally does very well all things considered. He sometimes gets scared, but considering that Chico has unpredictable reactions at times, it's only normal.

He loves water. I don't know exactly why, but that makes me happy. Puddles are fun!

He is unbothered by rain, thunder and storms. As someone scared of all of it, it's a huge relief that Elliot doesn't care.

Elliot thrives in public. He is genuinely happy to go to pet friendly stores.

He is very good with Bean. Bean, who is easily fearful of dogs, is in love with Elliot.

Elliot is great at adapting to my health. He's not immune to being bored, but for example, today, I fed the dogs, took them out to potty and I wasn't able to get out of bed until 4 pm and he was fine. I'm impressed.

He lets me sleep. Once a week, I'm thankful that he's a teen and not a puppy. He goes to sleep whenever I do and wakes up whenever I do.

His only cons are:

It's extremely hard for me to teach him not to mark (he could have worse issues, but it's stressful to me and it feels hopeless).

He has very high chase drive with Nelly (he only wants to lick her, but his behavior is still scary to Nelly regardless). I think he'll get better with training.

He has seperation anxiety, but it's definitely better than at the beginning.

We're still trying to figure each other out (mostly me trying to figure out how to teach him things + how to meet his needs) but, overall, he is fun to live with and I'm happy he's in my life. I desesperatly needed a stable, friendly dog.

#Elliot the happy little dragon

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frances-baby-houseman · 2 years

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Re Dr. Becky--

I don't have a problem with people having childcare in any fashion! Women should be able to work and have the best childcare they can afford. In full disclosure, we had full-time nanny/housekeepers when I was growing up! They were salaried employees. Also they worked a normal day and left when my various parents got home from work. It is still VERY hard to raise kids if you have full time childcare! Whether your kid is in daycare or with a nanny, your'e still parenting your child. I know it's very easy to say someone with a full time nanny isn't parenting their kid but I want to be VERRYY careful about that bc I have my children in full time childcare so that I can work and it's only a hairline difference.

But I do give a lot of side-eye to parenting experts who have cushioned themselves from the stress points that you have to deal with. I watched Dr. Becky's stories many times about how to calmly and patiently deal with your kids and she never said that she wasn't the one dealing with after school snacks, bedtime, bathtime, and had another pair of hands to get all the after school activities done and get the house "ready" for the kids to come home.

Anyway I unfollowed Dr. Becky ages ago but I stand by my statement that having full-time childcare, whether in the home or outside it, is not having someone else raise your child. But you have to be VERY careful if your job is to tell other people how to raise their kids and don't disclose all the help you get in raising your own.

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magnoliamyrrh · 1 year

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i actually think that its criminal that in this economy for the vast majority of families both partners or at least two family members have to work full time just to make due. like no actually i dont think this is normal. economic independence is very important for women, but also, someone, either the man of the woman, i feel should be able to at least have a part time job and stay with children or elderly family members etc. housekeeping is fucking work, even though people seem to forget that - even tradgirlies who fantasize abt being housewifes seem to forget this, than being a mother or a caretaker to extended family or even your partner and house is actually a whoole lot. to keep house is a lot of work, daily work, to cook, to clean, to do grocery shopping, to wash clothes, to organize, to keep calm and kind even when youre exhausted and stressed. some of these things are easier today if you have the money for washing machines and such but still, its a lot of constant work. this capitalist system and this runaway capitalism (and romanias hellish communist system in which everything was exported and the whole country was in prepetual poverty too was no better and less failed) does not allow the necessary human time for it all to be done without crippling yourself, as many women in my family have done.

romania is a lotttt better than other places in that maternity leave is 2 years and its payed, but still. no children arent your whole life but i feel like if youre going to have children until they get to at least middle school you should be able to give them the proper time, this should be some sort of human right. children need assistance and care and teaching and et cetera cetera. this isnt to shame families with nannies or people who send their kids to daycare - its a necessity. im saying, it shouldn't be. you should be able to spend more time with your kid than past like 7 or 9 or whatever every day. you should be able to take care of family. and your house. these are like basic human things and life cycles which capitalism just. fucks up

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zuszab · 2 years

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Your daycare story [1/?]

"Meet the freak"

You play last game with kids befor they go to sleep. It was hide and seek. When Moony was still counting to one hundret, you notice misterious room. Moon was near to finish his job in this game, so you walk in there. It was dark here, the only one think you could see was some big guy with gentle glowing sun rays and big yellow-pink eyes. This man look like Sunny, but is taller and bigger. He notice you, his sharp looking rays brighten. Now you see better how he look like. This animatronic have more sun rays than Sun, his face look a bit like Moon's and...

{- IS THIS STRAITJACKET!?}

You asked yourself in mind, when he slowly come closer to you. He smiled wild and with mixed face expresion say

- Hello there, miss / mr YN~

His voice box must be damaged, beacuse he doesn't sound like family friendly guy from daycare. He sound like a man with low voice color and strong hoarseness. This man scared you as f_ck! You run away from this place and go stright to Księżyc. He saw you, he stand up and come closer to you. You hug him and start cry, this meeting was horror. He gently whispers to your ear, he pick you up and hold in his strong robotics arms. Moon start rub your back to make you calm

- What hapenned, darling? Did someone hurt you?

- I-I... *sniff* Who is this guy?

- Which one?

- From this misterious room *pointing*

- There? It's Sunset

- Why he wear straitjacket?

- Emmm... {How am I suppoused to explain this?} Sometimes humans are very creative, heh

- Did somethink bad happened? *worried*

- Not really, when he's alon for to long he can lose his mind. Good point of this is that, if you spend more time with him, he can be "cured"

- Oh... How is it posibble that he was alone for a long time?

- Well... a week before you stasted working here, we had renovation of daycare and some more palce in this pizza plex, they sended us to another pizza plex in the world. Me and my twin were send to place where we met and helped orginal us. We are more beautiful and cute than them, and Słonko is very different from Sundrop. But me and Moondrop are really alike in most things. No, by Moondrop and Sundrop I don't mean candies.

- I understand. What Sunset normally does?

- Sunset reads books to children or deals with teenagres in his Bookland

- Can I spend time with him while kids are asleep during nap time?

- Yes, but go there with Sunny

- One more question... How does he know my name?

- He and I are helpful animatronics for night watch, so we both know every worker here

- Thank you, Moony

He gave you a kiss on the forhead and put you down. You blush, look away and start looking for Sun. Sunny was hiding behide your desk, you don't have any idea why he doing this when is dark in daycare. You wave to him, he get up and come to you

- Do you need somethink from me? *whispers*

- Yeah, I want to spend time with scary you in the Bookland. Moon say I can go there, but you need be there with me

- You mean Freak?

- His name is Sunset. Can you go with me? Pretty please~ *puppy eyes*

- Ugh... Okay. But if I say 'we going out', you and I going out. Do you understund?

- Allright

He look like someone who hate this wierd man. You knok and wait for permission to come in

- *grunt* Come in

You come in and give him a warm smile. Sun also simle, but really faked. You sat on pouf next to Sunset, Sun deccided to stand right behide you.

- What do I owe your visit to my play corner?

- She want to help you, but you look good, so~ Can we go now, YN?

- Sun! Your not nice for him!

- Please be quiet, this is a library.

- Excuse me, Sunset

- Sunset? I am not Sunset. My name is Eclipse, nice to meet you YN

- Nice to meet you too, Eclipse. You're acting different now. How are you?

- Everything is fine, but... some laughs dressed me in straitjacket and I can't take it off. Will you help me?

- Yeah!

You and Sun help him with this problem

- Thank you

[P2] [P3] [P4] >

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faithfromanewperspective · 5 months

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$18 AUD is $12 USD. Is $18/hr AUD actually enough to live on in australia??

okay. So the minimum wage is actually $23.23, I just looked it up. that’s for adults over 21. and I’m the person who’s weird about hours bc I don’t think someone should have to work a full 40hr week, apparently 38hrs is seen as ‘normal’ here. thats $882.80 a week. I’ve been working part time for a while getting about half of that; living independently of my parents for the first time about 2/3 of my income goes to rent, the rest to groceries and transit. I have a roommate, I don’t own a car but instead use public transport which is doable if annoying. I’m on adult fares now as I’m no longer a student in the state. My place is very small and I have no savings which is why I’m taking more hours on at work. this was all on half of minimum wage full time equivalent. If I had double that I could afford maybe some nicer food and a new treat for myself every now and then, now I have no streaming services and only buy music or books when I’ve got some money spare. I could afford to pay back the money I borrowed for my vet bills and maybe to travel a little further than I can get by train. Maybe I could own a car, idk, cars are expensive. I’d have to be very frugal especially if I had a child or smth and probably could not afford daycare, but you can get extra benefits for having children if you earn under a certain rate.

so from my basic maths it’s doable I’d say, definitely far below middle class but not flat out broke (and tbh I’m weird about money, I get antsy if I have it sitting there and doing nothing, it’s something to work on in therapy in those very spread out sessions I can afford). tbh I’ve been a student for so long this amount of money feels like a lot and I’m definitely the wrong person to ask. but I’d say given that I’m living on less, barely but surely, assuming you can work a full time 38h week, (which many cannot myself included for now and it’s really hard to pull together evidence for disability imo) yes minimum wage is liveable

also so sorry for my shitty guesswork maths that was definitely for like an 18yo when I was 18 rather than now lol

#money #human rights #minimum wage #australia rep #someone tell me to stop challenging myself to live on less money

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Alright, as heard of/remember swedengate, right? Someone posted about how as a kid, they waited in their friend's room while the family ate dinner. Cue, a country of stingy assholes who should be shot, how dare you not stuff six servings of food info any child that goes within a mile of your house that's what we do in my country you are WRONG, outrage etc. So what's going on?

As someone born in the mid-80s, I have definitely experienced this and find it completely normal. I can also say, after asking around, that it's not really a thing anymore, for reasons that will become obvious.

Ok. So why is this happening and why aren't Swedes "feeding their guests" ?

1: In these cases, children aren't really guests: Guests are invited ahead of time, and you know they're there. Unlike in the US, where distances and social norms seem to have required play dates from pretty early on, kids in the sixties through nineties moved really independently. Often you would just show up, either after stopping by your own home or just joining your friend on the way home from school. You, much less your friend's parents, wouldn't know ahead of time that you were going to be around.

2: Family structures where both parents worked: Women joined the work force earlier and to a greater extent in Sweden compared both to the US and the rest of Europe (for a number of reasons, not the least a population decline forcing the state to offer more generous parental leave), so it was likely that both of your parents worked away from home. Smaller children may be in after-school daycare, but latchkey kids were numerous. You couldn't call your mom and ask if you could eat at your friend's house, because she was at work, or on her way home, and already had dinner planned. Both parents working also meant that dinner may be the only time on weekdays the whole family was sitting down in one space and spending time together.

3: A history of poverty and self sufficiency: Sweden is wealthy now, but that has only been true since after WWI. Historically, there was a very real pride in one's own independence and ability to feed one's own family - to feed someone else's child dinner was insulting to them, since you were implying they weren't capable. Also, you now owed them one (there's an interesting reason behind this too, which involves both religion and land reform, but it would be a giant digression.)

4 Food Culture: Swedes tend to eat a cold (as in not cooked) breakfast of soft or hard bread with toppings like cheese, boiled eggs, or lunch meats, and yogurt or fermented milk with cereal of some kind, etc. Lunch tends to be warm/cooked. Restaurants are often open for lunch, serving "dagens rätt" (today's dish), one or two options of a main course, a drink, coffee, and a salad bar, at a set price. Employers used to offer "lunch coupons" as part of benefits, which could be used to pay for it. In the days prior to the microwave (and it didn't become common until the late 80s), leftovers for lunch was not really a thing for the average office worker. When you cooked dinner, you made exactly the amount your family was going to eat, no more and no less.

So imagine you're an 80s parent. You and your spouse work until 5, pick up groceries on the way home and cook a pre-planned dinner. You're going to sit down, all of the family, and eat and hear about everyone's day. And then your kid comes home and tells you they already ate at their friend's house? Wouldn't you be irritated? At both your kid and at their friend's parents?

The unwillingness to feed other people kids was out of respect for their parents and their own dinner setup.

"Ok, but if your friend was going to eat, why didn't you just go home?" That was an option! Usually an undesirable option, because if you paid the price of waiting for 20 minutes, you could buy another half an hour, or even hour, of play time, depending on your parents' hours and commute. Once you left and went home, play time was over and you had ceded fun for the day.

So Swedes never feed people who are at their house? Of course they do. In high school, my best friend's commute was 30-45 minutes in the opposite direction of mine, so we couldn't hang spontaneously. We would join the other on the train home on Fridays and spend the night. Since it was pre-planned, we ate dinner as well as breakfast at each other's houses. When I was younger, planned events such as sleepovers obviously involved food.

And, of course, there's fika. Fika is coffee (lemonade for the children) and baked goods (cinnamon buns or cookies or maybe small sandwiches) and can be had at almost any time other than before breakfast. Everyone always has coffee, the lemonade is bought or made as a syrup, and buns or cookies can be warned up from the freezer in minutes. Fika is small enough not to prevent you from having dinner later, or at least provide plausible deniability, and doesn't require planning. Everyone is invited for fika, even if they happened to stop by when everyone was already eating. In the summers, when we had fika outdoors, the neighbors were invited (by means of shouting) just because they happened to be out in their garden, within visual range.

In the 2020s, children don't roam quite as freely, cell phones mean that they can access their parents before dinner is already made, and microwaves in lunch rooms mean that dinners have to be less precisely planned. As a consequence, the dinner wait isn't nearly as common anymore. But it was never that strange.

#food history #sweden #swedengate

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What Didn’t Make It On The Resume

Ask literally anyone, and they’ll tell you I’m unemployed for the summer. Even if you’d asked me if I had a job this summer about 20 minutes ago, I would’ve told you the same thing with my head hung in defeat. But that was 20 minutes ago. Now, if you ask me if I have a job this summer, I would still say no, but with a little more enthusiasm. Why? Because idle time allows for reflection, and that’s all I’ve been doing. Reflecting on all the past jobs I’ve worked, odd and normal alike, to create a comprehensive list of all the jobs I’ve had that aren’t currently on my resume. And, of course, I’ll be giving them each overall numerical rankings to create a hierarchy, because I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t love a good hierarchy.

Babysitting: This was the gig that I really didn’t realize how good it was until is was gone. Up to then, the most money I’d ever had was from a summer I spent playing video games with children not much younger than me. They were my neighbors three doors down from me, and the kids were great, but those sweet, cash, and tax-free payments everyday was the best my career was going to get. That being said, kids age, making this job very unsustainable. 6/10

Grocery Bagger: This was my first “real” job, taken up while I was aspirational and hadn’t yet become bitter to my environment, AKA junior year of high school. I distinctly remember two things from this job: (1) I didn’t stay long enough to become upgraded from a lowly bagger to a real cashier, and (2) standing in the manager’s office in the middle of my shift being told, a quote I will remember verbatim for the rest of my life, “I know you’re still in school, but here, work comes before school.” I was 17. 3/10

Daycare Assistant: A couple years into college, I decided to blow the dust off my starkly low savings account and hit the gym to tone my babysitting muscles once again. This job was wild from start to finish. I got the job from a friend, who was a current employee and recommended the job to anyone she knew who tolerated young children. She told me to email her supervisor my resume and that I’d hear back from her likely by the end of the day to set up an interview. 30 minutes after sending that email, my friend’s (and now, my) supervisor replied asking if I could come in later that day to train and job security for me was back. I sat, I changed diapers, I attempted to answer unintentionally existential questions from 2 year olds. It was fun, until college decided to dial my workload up to 11 in virtually an hour and I had to go. 9/10

Retail: I don’t even need to go into detail for this one because it is a universally disliked experience, but I will. It was my most recent-unlisted job, and my worst. Like how Mr. Darcy had been bewitched (body and soul) by Elizabeth Bennet, retail has a special ability to drain both the body and the soul of all joy and prospects for a bright future. One form of this would be customers who entered the store angry, spiteful, and with the utmost preparedness to absolutely demolish someone’s day. However, nowadays people try to avoid sparking any interactions with strangers, so those customers would be forced to resort to the people forced to converse with them, employees. Terrible -72/10

A job is a job, they say. And it’s true. But so is time wasted. Based on my extensive research by the four jobs free from my resume, I can determine that I will, in fact, be okay this summer.

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grivessillus · 2 years

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Poppy Playtime

Part 2

Theories 3

More Theories!

A Overmind

There is a Overmind that controls all or most of the toys of its type.

The out of character behaviour of Poppy at the end. Could be the Overmind.

The Overmind is a person, who cannot move. With toys in their control, who can.

The Cutouts

The Cutouts all talk. And some say some disturbing things.

Maybe they are alive. Or connected to a toy. Or the Overmind.

Some beings might be jumping between images of themself.

They all say some things that are unusual.

Candy Cat suffers if you keep feeding it.

Cat Bee says You should get out of here. In a different voice.

Mommy Long Legs cutout is broken. Probabely from use. It's at the start and children loved her. It'd get a lot of use.

Bunzo Bunny says your birthday is 28 June.

He might be trying to tell you something. He's very insistent.

It's possible that children had birthday parties in part of it. And they manually changed the date. And he was programmed to say the date. And when it shut down. There was no one to change it.

Even with that. It's the date it shut down.

But he also might be trying to tell you something.

Bron is horrific. He tells a scary 'joke'.

What is the scariest Dinosaur.

Me.

Holy frag grenades! I already was scared of him. The thought of a giant toy dinosaur is terrifying. But that is worse. He's potentially horrific!

PJ Puglipiller rather ominously asks if you have bones. That's not out of character for a pug catapiller. But it's creepy.

Kissy Missy is innocent. She makes train noises, etc. Sings her song. That is adorable. The speeding up could be a prophecy. Or just a natural thing that happens when making Choo Choo sounds.

Sunny Sunflower says only good things.

They all have broken parts. Maybe it's programming stopping them speaking. Maybe they link up together into a sentence. They're trying to tell you something.

Maybe the toys of each type are connected. They control the Cutouts.

Maybe they're all connected, as well as connected by type.

Poppy Didn't Stop The Train

Poppy did not stop the train.

How could she? It's probabely unstoppable. They were big on safety. It's maybe a simple train with only one track. Even if there's more. It wouldn't derail on its own.

Someone else stopped it. The Prototype, maybe.

Playcare

Playcare. It might be literally just a play area. Were they tested toys. It's a pun on Daycare.

That's why they have it in the Rejected Toys warehouse.

They didn't kill every child. It'd be noticeable.

Maybe those not right for turning into toys were sent off to Playcare and tested toys instead.

They were adopted by employees. They'd notice if their child disappeared.

It's possible they wiped their memories of testing.

And wiped the memories of the employees who adopted children who got picked to be toys.

The Player

They might be a toy.

They were in stasis for 10 years. With planted memories.

Mommy Long Legs calls you perfect.

They definitely were a employee. Mommy Long Legs hates them, because they worked there.

Maybe they were transformed into a toy and put in stasis.

Thy are also short. The entire place might be large, also.

They could be a 4ft tall toy. Or a very short person. Maybe a dwarf.

If they were outside. And are a toy. They must look humanlike.

They are 4ft to 5ft, taller, maybe.

Not All Employees Knew All Of It

Not all of the employees knew what was happening.

They had to leave on time. Had to be out by 2000. Finish all work in time and leave.

So maybe only the ones in the secret areas knew of the dark stuff.

Everyone else thought it was a normal toy factory.

Rich certainly did. He pointed out flaws. And got sent to Rejected Toys. He's outspoken and stubborn. He objected to the boxes piling up. If he found out it was doing experiments. He'd have said it or left.

There was one who knew something or had a grudge. Pat Hall sabotaged some toys with wrong paint. They were 'dealt with'.

Pat Hall might be the player themself. It's a androgynous name. It can be Patricia or Patrick or many other things.

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Hi! I loved the Toman as kids in daycare, could you do that for bonten? Tysm!

tokyo manji daycare hcs

— children!bonten members + caretaker!reader (separate) ft. kurokawa izana

— themes. fluff, crack, bonten members with chubby hands

— toman members ver.

# sano manjiro.

you don't understand him at all. one minute he's happily playing with his friends, and then he'll be sulking in a corner somewhere the next. there are times he'll just be at the corner of the room, quiet and unbothered that you'd begin to worry if he's doing okay.

# sanzu haruchiyo.

this baby is so hard to understand because he's always so hyper!! you never know what's going on in his mind. he's always running around the room, looking for trouble. he likes sticking things up his nose or hide his greens under the carpet and blame it on someone else. very troubelsome baby but he's my baby

# akashi takeomi.

he would stare at the window that displays the playground behind the building. he always occupied the swing, and ignores the cries of the children who was begging for their turn on the swing. if he's not there, then you'd find him sleeping on the sandbox while the haitani twins bury his lower half with sand. (you'll have to clean him up later and scold the twins)

# hajime kokonoi.

this baby loves listening to lullabies, especially when he's about to sleep. you'll hear him sometimes trying to sing along but it always end up a babbled mess. there are times where he'd pull on your clothes and just stare at you because he wants you to sing him his favorite song. if you're lucky, you might get to see him doing his little wiggly dance (don't laugh at him when he stumbles! he'll cry!)

# haitani ran.

has a fixation with magic but he doesn't know whta that word is. his eyes would literally form stars when you "steal" his nose or when your thumb magically disappears into thin air. normally, other kids would cry about their body parts being stolen from them, but you'd see ran laughing and clapping his cute hands, as if saying again! do it again!

# haitani rindou.

he and his brother are always fighting, most of the time he initiated it though. it starts with him biting ran's fingers with his toothless gums, or steal his toys and run away so ran will run after him. he also has an obsession with dogs. everytime he sees one, whether it be on the tv or a storybook, expect that he'll be stealing that from you and stare at it until he gets sick of it.

# kakucho hitto.

drawings!! always seen holding a bright crayon and a piece of paper. he'll just be sitting and coloring until he gets tired, and he will give you his masterpieces and you'd tape them on the wall proudly. he loves compliments alot!! when he feels happy, he'll draw you and him holding hands—and wait, why is the sun red?

# kurokawa izana.

he loves being held, carried, touched—just everything!! he makes these little grabby hands towards you (or at any kids for that matter) when he's asking for a hug. he pouts when rejected and will cry under the blanket until someone goes up to hug him. (baby kakucho will always be the one who finds him!!!)

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vrabbiit · 2 years

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Got any headcanons for Sun/Moon? I’d love to hear what you think! Especially after reading the Monty headcanons! I’d love shipping headcanons too if that’s alright!

of course!! i have some general headcanons here, but i can do some shipping headcanons too! and i'm glad you enjoyed, my take on monty, he's really grown on me since the game came out!

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Shipping headcanons for Sun and Moon, and them both! (SFW)

Note: Just for clarity's sake, I'm going to separate HCs for dating one and the other, and then both! I see them as separate people in one animatronic, and for that reason, they can either date people separately or both date them! I also use both they/them and he/him for them both individually, but in the individual headcanons I am talking about only that character, just to avoid any confusion on reading this!

☀️ Shipping Headcanons for Sundrop ☀️

Sundrop is absolutely the type to not realize someone is interested in them until they straight up say it. Expect him to assume you're just being friendly unless you're very clear about your intentions. It's not that he's against people being romantically interested in him, it's just that they have a million other things to think about, what with being the "main" Daycare Attendant.

Once he finds out, though, they are so so clingy towards you. He wants to be around you all the time, and his sunny (pun intended) personality only gets brighter when you're around. (Maybe they gets a bit sad whenever you're gone for a long period of time, but that's a whole other thing) - Needless to say, he's affectionate even at his most low-key.

Since they're used to having to look after loads of tiny children, having their complete undivided attention is a lot - he's very attentive, and notes pretty much everything about you. Showers you in compliments and also small gifts - he's a very arts-and-crafts-y animatronic and they absolutely make and draw things for you. Like mentioned in my General HCs post, they're quite talented when they have the time to sit down and make something, and with you as his muse, he can spend hours working on something for you.

Very physically affectionate, wants to be touching you all the time (in an appropriate way, of course) - expect them to be hugging you from behind or leaning into you constantly.

Their opinion about you meeting or interacting with Moondrop is that he is very much uncomfortable with it at first. He doesn't want to scare you off! However, if they are comfortable enough around you, they'll indulge you if you so wish to talk to Moondrop - not for too long, though, he wants your attention!

🌙 Shipping Headcanons for Moondrop 🌙

Moondrop is... interesting to date. Honestly, the only situation I can see you even meeting him is if you're trespassing or if you accidentally end up in the Daycare during a time when the lights are off, and either way they would not be happy. You'd probably have to get to a place where they can't get to you and frantically convince them that you're not a threat or breaking a rule. He'd let you go, but otherwise not be able to stop thinking about you.

Eventually, assuming you came back to the Pizzaplex or hadn't left, he'd seek you out and shadow you for a while in an attempt to figure out why you're so interesting to him. I'm not gonna lie, it's probably a bit scary at first until you realize that they're not hostile anymore. They'll continue to follow you around the Pizzaplex until their presence is normal to you (probably annoying Sundrop who just wants to come out) and honestly, kind of endearing.

Since they barely ever leave the Daycare and you're one of the only grown-ups they interact with, they're probably very unknowledgeable about relationships and aren't even really sure how they feel, so you'll definitely have to confess first. However, as soon as the word "like" or even "love" comes out of your mouth, everything clicks into place and they go "Oh, that's what this is." You'll have to explain a lot to them, but he's a quick learner and very clingy just like Sundrop.

Very protective over you - since he's programmed to seek out rule-breakers, they're on guard fairly often and your safety is their top priority. If they're jealous, expect them to play up his ominous appearance as much as possible and literally scare any troublemakers away from you.

His opinion on you meeting Sundrop is apprehensive, but slightly less bothered than vice versa. They worry that you'll prefer Sundrop, and will grumble a lot when you ask to meet him, but they truly can't say no to you. Expect to have to reassure them that you still prefer him over Sundrop.

☀️ Shipping Headcanons for Sundrop AND Moondrop 🌙

This situation will probably only happen if you're already with Sundrop, due to Moondrop's worries about you preferring him over them. At this point, you'll have been with Sundrop long enough that they're not worried about you not liking them, and they're honestly glad that you get along with Moondrop!

When you mention that you may be starting to develop feelings for his counterpart, they are honestly quite relieved - I feel like Sundrop and Moondrop can actually communicate, and Sundrop already had a hunch that Moondrop liked you. He's happy to share, as long as you don't spend more time with Moondrop than with them.

In general, it's a pretty fragile balance but if you can get it right, then congratulations, you have two robot partners for the price of one! You have to split your time with them pretty 50/50 so that the other doesn't get jealous, but over enough time and with enough comfort, I believe it can work out! Polyamory is difficult at the best of times, and the three of you learn to check in with each other to make sure nobody feels neglected.

#fnaf headcanons #fnaf x reader #daycare attendant #daycare attendant x reader #sundrop x reader #sun and moon fnaf #moondrop x reader #sundrop #moondrop

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