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grismavessel · 2 years

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Uh, hey. Just wanted to say 1) I really love Gris and the Vessel Au! They really inspire me and kinda help my own confusion for my own oc's ha. And 2) I recently realized ( even though it's months after playing PLA) that Giratina did, at one point, had a statue in the same Vien as Dialga, Palkia and Arceus in the Celestica Ruins. The problem is that it got destroyed and vandalized. I'm mentioning this because why would there be a Giratina statue in the first place? Would that mean there was people who worshipped them at some point? If they did......where are the people? Is there any at all anymore? These questions have been rotating in my head for a bit now. I don't know if this is something you already knew, or something you are going to add in the Vessel Au, but I couldn't help but wonder what Gris' thoughts would be on the implications ( either told my Volo- who already knows a lot- or just piecing the clues together on their own).

Okay, that's the ask, have a nice day/night!

Aw thank you so much! I'm glad so many of yall enjoy my little rambles and doodles of Gris and the submas twins

And the vessel au is so far my favorite thing I've made (I need to work on it more but i haven't had time TuT) and I'm glad it helped with your own stuff!

I forget that the statue existed. From what I can assume and piece together is that at some point, the ancestors of the Celestica people were able to witness all four legendaries' existence. Each has their own experience with the pokemon making the divisions of the clans for time and space. I think at some point in history there was a Platnium Clan that worshiped Giratina, the Almighty Sinnoh that reigned over distortion, that most likely either died out and Cogita and Volo being the last descendants or were wiped out in some event due to the decay of Giratina's ruins. Mostly likely at the same time that Giratina got yeeted out of reality by Arceus.

(its kind of sad that we don't get more hints/clues about Volo's past and more about Giratina's ruins, but headcanons and fanon do pick up the slack)

I do want to throw that thinking into the au since its Gris witnessed the tensions between Arceus and Giratina wanting to use them for their own purposes and goals. For the au I do want to characterize Arceus and Giratina as having personalities and almost human traits of character, gaining them over time as they try and latch onto Gris.

For Arceus, I'd imagine it solely just to act as a puppet/direct connection to humanity. They'd be very soullessly or apathetic, wanting Gris to collect all knowledge on the pokemon in the land and be the vessel it requires, but slowly over time with Gris they'd come to realize that even it has flaws in its divine being since it just threw Giratina into the void with no further thought and that living with humans is much more complex than it once perceived.

For Giratina, I feel like since that legendary was banished to the distortion realm, its worshippers/people were outcasted or left to rot, and all memory of it was nearly gone from the world, it would feel an intense sense of entitlement for any second chance to either regain its former glory or just another chance at redemption. It's very apathetic towards Gris and Volo, just using them as pawns, but slowly over time just like with Arceus it would see that it cannot change the past, and ruining the future would not do any justice.

I also want Gris to sympathize with both legendaries that neither one is right but neither one is really wrong, kind of like seeing the struggles a person goes through to get better or to better understand someone/something but fumbling along the journey. It'd be a good parallel with the angst I have for Gris's backstory. (i just need to write it down and work on the comic)

Anyways thanks for reading my rambles about the headcanons I have and the au!

#the custody battle rages on #arceus and giratina are fighting for the weekends while gris is packing their bags to run away #vessel au #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon fanart #pla au #pla volo #pla oc #pokemon oc #ingo #irida #adaman #cogita #pokemon legends

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boombox-propaganda · 1 year

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For the ask game:

7, 19, 21, 29, and 40 :D

Hi again!!! It always makes me smile when you toss one of these in my inbox, ty!

7. Favourite show(s)

Oh man, this one is actually hard bc I haven't seen a lot of shows in their entirety since I was little. I know when I was a kid, my faves were Beast Wars and Armada, and I've still enjoyed rewatching Armada (Beast Wars is harder because of how corny it is, unfortunately). As for favourite shows that I've seen more recently than 15 years ago, I'm actually really fond of Cyberverse bc I enjoy how it includes lesser known characters (also the idea of Soundwave as a memelord is hysterical to me.) I haven't seen a ton of Prime, but I also love what I've seen there since I think the animation style is cool and they actually redesigned Soundwave in a cool way for once.

19. A character you love that no one else seems to

Any of the Scavengers! Not that anyone really seems to dislike them, just feels like everyone except Misfire gets overlooked a lot. Spinister in particular is constantly rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken and I have wayyyy too many random headcanons about him because I think he's super interesting.

21. A pairing you love that no one else seems to

Two answers - ShockOp (specifically IDW) and Nautiskids. For ShockOp, I think about their dynamic in a vastly different way to how I see a lot of fandom interpreting it and wish there was more fic examining it in AUs or with the nuance canon had and not just smacking them together like barbie dolls. Nautiskids just owns my entire heart but I don't see a ton of fic for it. Not necessarily that people don't like the pairing, guess it just isn't as popular as a lot of the main ships like Cygate and CDRW, alas.

29. A bot you could consider a mortal enemy

There's a few that could go on this list, but IDW Prowl probably wins. I fully recognise that a lot of his nonsense is probably because he needs therapy, but I have a real hard time with the whole 'I'm gonna feel guilty abt being terrible and then continue to manipulate ppl and be terrible and also nothing is my fault ever and history will prove me right' mindset.

(Second answer is probably Starscream. I love him so much and I think he's a fascinating character, but lying is a pet peeve of mine so I think I'd constantly want to kick his teeth in if I actually had to deal with him in person and not as a fictional character.)

40. What would you do if the Autobots landed on Earth right now and asked for your help?

Probably freak out in utter glee and become useless for twenty minutes, first and foremost, followed shortly by confusing everyone by asking a million questions in an attempt to figure out which continuity we're in and how scared I should be of someone shooting me or turning me into toejam.

Once I calmed down from the initial rush, I think I'd largely be annoying the hell out of the local archivist/information source trying to learn all I could about Cybertronians and the current situation re: Decepticons and such but ultimately, I would want to help in whatever way I could. I like to think I'm pretty okay at research and conflict resolution, so maybe I could sit on someone's shoulder and play Jiminy Cricket or help them get some information or something. (Also, first order of business is introducing Wheeljack to mythbusters. I just think it would be funny.)

Thank you so much for the ask!!!

#boombox noises intensify #this was so much fun!!!!#thank you again i really do smile any time you show up in my messages #novafire-is-thinking

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strangesmallbard · 1 year

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🛒 💖 🤗

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

answered!

💖 What made you start writing?

i’ve been telling stories to myself for as long as i can remember. i’m an only child who didn’t spend a lot of free time with other kids and i had a giant imagination, so i used that time to pace around my room Storytelling. in 2009 i saw a production of wicked that changed my entire life (no hyperbole) and wanted to exist in that world as long as possible. a lot of googling led to FFN, and i finally decided it was time to write the stories in my head on a computer.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

1. talk to other fic writers! comment on their work, send them an ask or a dm—the most fun thing about writing fic is often the community building of it all. once you start making friends, you can exchange headcanons at like 3 am, beta read for each other, rotate around the same tv show like orbiting moons together, etc. i cannot recommend making friends who also write fanfiction more.

2. this feels like common advice, but i think it’s important for Developing Your Skills: read a lot of both fanfiction and books! the latter will teach you what kind of tropes and fic styles you most like + popular fanon, while books can really help you hone the craft itself. (not that fanfiction can’t help you—we’ve all read some baller fic. but many books have undergone rigorous editing and observing the results can be incredibly useful for your own skills development.)

3. don’t forget to have fun!! these are your blorbos and this is your free time! do what you want! write the rarepair of your dreams! you don’t have to write what’s popular and you can also write what’s incredibly popular with reckless abandon. write that mcu college au! be free!

#alinaandalion #ask

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pastelaftons · 2 years

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this is oddly specific lol but on some of your other fandom blogs you talk a bit about DID headcanons,,,do you have any for any fnaf characters?

OH I DO ACTUALLY. i am really bad at sharing them unless prompted sjhfsk so thank you for asking :D i have headcanons for canon and modern aus so i'll give you both.

in modern aus, i actually really adore the idea of Cassidy and Evan being headmates/alters (and,,,the concept of Cassidy being an Elizabeth factive is definitely there). and, even if Cassidy isn't a headmate/alter, Evan being part of a system is. SO. important to me like...so many animatronic fictives.

in canon i still like the idea of Evan being a system, especially after haunting Golden Freddy and such. uh ik a pretty common thing i've seen is that when a kid haunts an animatronic, the animatronic is still there and the two kind of fight for dominance? or they are more animatronic than human. and a concept i play with and rotate in my head sometimes is that when evan dies his headmates go to the animatronic of their source! so it's,,,quite literally 'animatronic and child co haunt'. don't ask me for how that works tho i don't think that far

also mike could def have DID/OSDD1 i just have a preference for evan being the system in the family

-throws confetti- i hope you enjoyed my rambles

#asks #DID #evan afton #anon #txt #cassidy #we talk about DID a lot on our moon knight blog which you can go looking for if you rlly want to

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seasidewriter1-writes · 3 years

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For the fluff ask, I would love to see an Obi-lara regency confession scene. I have a little headcanon where Obi-wan uses the line "You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope."

Finally, a chance to delve into the Regency AU! I’ve had a lot of fun with this, and that line you gave? *chef’s kiss!* I need more Regency Obi-Lara, it’s official!

P.S. I’m sorry this is so long, I got... REALLY carried away with this one...

There was much that could be said about Mr. Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was a master of fencing. An excellent mentor. Level headed to the point he almost came off as impertinent. And, in the opinion of Miss Elara Skywalker, absolutely insufferable. Insufferable in the way that he smiled, roguish and charming. Insufferably handsome, with a face the classic sculptors would only have dreamed of creating. Insufferable in his impressive intellect and his ability to make every sentence sound like one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. Insufferable because she was helplessly, hopelessly in love with him, and that was a torture.

For Mr. Kenobi was steadfast in his ways. He’d been many years a bachelor, and found the life quite suitable. A long passed father had insisted he was duty bound to marry for the good of the family estate. That he must marry for money, not love. This idea, drilled into him for so many years, had turned him off from the idea of romance entirely. He was considered to be one of the most eligible bachelors in the county––but he was entirely unattainable.

Elara would not have met Obi-Wan had it not been for her brother. Anakin was a fencing protégé and had flourished under the tutelage of Master Kenobi. There had been a time where Elara had known him only by name; he was the mysterious mentor whom her brother spoke so highly of. Nothing but words of praise would be spoken about him—and then, as was proper, Anakin introduced his sister and his mentor one night at a ball. Much to everyone’s surprise, the two got along smashingly. They bandied words as though they played tennis, kept up with one another intellectually. Elara was a learned, well-read woman; Obi-Wan was a learned well-read man. They discussed Shakespeare and Socrates, debated on the best authors of the day.

Gossip started to circulate and speculations were made––Mr. Kenobi and Miss Skywalker would surely be engaged by the end of the summer.

And then they weren’t.

Which was most confusing, as it was often observed they were in one another’s company. At balls, the first name on Elara’s dance card was always Obi-Wan’s. At parties, they were always seated beside or across from one another. They took turns about the room together. It confounded local gossips that the two were not engaged. And though Anakin did not consider himself a gossip, he, too was confounded. Though he was younger than his sister, propriety required him to be her chaperone if the situation called for it. He had bore witness to the insufferable flirtations, which he tried to ignore by hiding the display behind the pages of a book.

It was in one of the many books in the Skywalkers’ generous collection that Elara had chosen to lose herself in. It was a dreary day, with slate grey skies and an air that foretold an afternoon of rain. It perfectly reflected her mood. She felt positively dreadful. She lay half-reclined on their sofa, head propped up by a brocaded pillow. One hand held the book before her face, and the other picked at the elegant stitching on the front of her dress. And though she was reading the words on the page, she was not absorbing them. She had read several pages, but had no knowledge of what had transpired.

As Elara turned the fifth page, she sighed.

“If you keep sighing that way, you shall forget how to speak entirely,” Anakin commented on the opposite side of the room.

Elara dropped her book to her chest and glared at him half-heartedly. Anakin sat half-slouched out of his armchair, a book of his own open in his hands. His stock had been removed and discarded the table beside him, and the collar of his shirt slouched open at the neck. The position in which he sat did not look comfortable in the least bit, but it was one he often found himself relaxing into at his leisure. He shot her a sideways glance and smirked with a brotherly snark.

“If you keep sitting like that your neck will grow as crooked as an oak branch,” she countered.

Anakin let out an ungentlemanly snort and shook his head, eyes once more returning to his book. “A spat is not the end of the world, sister.”

The spat of which he spoke occurred the night prior at the most recent ball. Elara was unsure it could even be called a spat; it had been more of a heated encounter. Whilst they were dancing, Elara had made a comment about Obi-Wan’s opposition to marriage. Something in him had smarted and an indignance had washed over him. He had launched into a lecture of sorts, commenting on the monetary politics of marriage, which, in turn had caused Elara to prickle. She and Anakin were not badly off by any means, but they were not considered particularly wealthy. His comment had been taken as a direct insult. The dance ended with them parting ways for the evening, ignoring the two other dances Obi-Wan had claimed on her card.

Hence was why Elara had been in such a vial mood. It was difficult to be in love with a man who abhorred the notion.

Elara lifted the book and hid her face behind it. “The end of the world, no. The end of possibilities, yes.”

There was a knock at the front door.

Simultaneously, both Elara and Anakin lowered their books and met one another’s gazes. Neither of them were expecting any callers that day.

Anakin closed his book, snatched up his stock, and started to haphazardly wind it about his neck. He hauled himself out of his chair and disappeared from the room, tucking the ends of his neck-wear into his vest. Once he was gone, Elara righted herself. The parlor was, for all intents and purposes, their receiving room. If whoever had arrived was there to stay, they would be ushered in here. A couple moments passed before Anakin poked his head back into the room.

“You have a visitor, Elara,” he told her. He arched his eyebrows pointedly and stepped aside, gesturing someone in from the hall.

Elara rose to her feet in order to greet her impromptu visitor. The confused pinch of her expression melted away as none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi stepped into the room. There was a hat and a pair of gloves clutched in his hands and his cheeks were flushed from riding. Behind him, Anakin reached into the room, grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it closed as he exited the room.

The silence that filled the room was stifling. It was all Elara could do to stare at her visitor. Obi-Wan stood before her, handsomely harried. Blue eyes wide, blonde hair ruffled, mud spattered up across his boots. He had arrived unplanned and unannounced, with absolutely no pretense. He had a reason for coming; and she was waiting on him to tell her what it was. But in that waiting, Elara could not deny that her heart was thrumming like the beating wings of a terrified bird.

“Miss Skywalker...” Obi-Wan breathed. He shifted the brim of his hat around in his hands, rotating it slowly. “I... fear I have made a grievous error.”

Breath caught in Elara’s throat, hitching so hard that her chest physically and visibly jumped. She watched Obi-Wan wet his lips, tongue darting out between them. He took a tentative step forward, and when she did not protest his further entering the room, he continued. He placed his hat on their sideboard without looking, moving as though he were entranced. Elara folded her hands in front of her stomach, and squeezed them tightly.

“And what error might that be, Mr. Kenobi?”

“The error of my words. I believe I misspoke last night. That is, I let my self-righteousness speak for me.” Obi-Wan stopped before her at a respectable distance. He swept his hands behind his back and did her the courtesy of meeting her eyes. “I did not mean to offend you when I spoke of the politics of marriage. It was not my intent to make you believe that I looked down on you due to monetary standing. I... find it difficult to even conceive looking down on you in any possible way.” For a long, still moment, all Obi-Wan did was stare at her. The guardedness that so often made him appear lofty had disappeared. A vulnerable tenderness had overcome him, and it softened his whole demeanor. “You pierce my soul. It is unexplainable. In your presence... I find that I am half agony, half hope.”

Elara felt as though he had stolen all words from her mouth, all thought from her head, and all air from her lungs. It took a moment for her to gather herself, and when she did, she asked,

“Why agony?”

Obi-Wan chanced a step forward and his hands dropped from behind his back. A shuddering breath passed between his lips before a confession spilled forth. “I love you so wholly... so completely... that my fear that you do not feel the same tears me apart.”

“And hope?” The question had been murmured so softly, it had come out in a whisper.

“The hope that you reciprocate these feelings is incandescently bright; it has guided me through the darkness of my idiocy and led me back to you. And should you find this profession offensive,” Obi-Wan bowed his head in deference, “then I shall excuse myself from your presence.”

Silence once more overcame the room. Obi-Wan remained with his head bowed, waiting for her reply. His confession clung to the corners of the quaint parlor like the most delicate cobwebs. It tickled the air like a pleasant, relieving breeze. Boldly––or brazenly, perhaps––Elara stepped forward and reached for his hands. For the first time, the skin of their hands met. It was breathtaking. His skin was warm, and it was calloused in spots from practicing with his saber. The minute their skin touched, Obi-Wan’s head snapped up. Breath visibly caught in his chest, which stuttered beneath the layers of his clothes.

“I, too, am at fault in this misunderstanding. In my inquiring of your aversion to marriage, I did not mean to offend you. I took offense quickly, and for that you must forgive me.” Elara swept her thumbs across his knuckles. “I will take away your agony. I will share in your hope. I will share in anything you allow me to... if you will have me.”

A stunned flutter of Obi-Wan’s eyelids dashed his lashes over the tops of his cheeks. His lips parted and a soft breath passed between them in a single word. In a name. “Elara...”

A thrilled shudder rolled along her spine at the sound of her name falling from his lips. It was the first time he’d ever spoken it; and she wanted to hear him say it again, and again, and again.

“Obi-Wan...” she breathed in return.

A breath fled from his mouth the moment his name left her lips. Slowly, his hands started to glide up her arms. They danced lightly over the skin of her forearms and paused at her elbows. Elara reached out and grasped the front of his riding jacket. One of Obi-Wan’s hands then rose to hover by her cheek. The tips of his fingers grazed against her skin as he tucked a curl of hair behind her ear. That hand then retreated back to her cheek, which it cupped tenderly. Simultaneously, Elara tiled her head back as Obi-Wan craned his forward. Their movements were achingly slow––but then their lips met in the sweetest, softest kiss. In that moment, everything was perfect. It was harmonious again.

There was no agony; only hope.

#valentine's prompts #LetObiLaraGetFluffy2k21 #a very balance valentine's day #obi lara au #obi lara blurb

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the-kestrels-feather · 4 years

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Fuck it 2.0, Stable Owner!Geralt Edition

Alright so if you saw my Modern AU where they go to Pride, you know my headcanon is that Geralt runs a stable so here we go with headcanons

Geralt used to ride under Vesemir, but he bought the stable after Vesemir decided to retire from barn ownership. He keeps a few horses at the barn still though.

Geralt owns the barn and also teaches lessons

New riders and Boarders are absolutely terrified of Geralt when they first meet him, but they take one lesson with him or see him with Jaskier/Ciri and realize he's secretly a big softie who looks intimidating and they losen up

Or they see him feeding the stray cats that inexplicably show up and realize this man is secretly soft

The barn mostly focuses on English riding, especially eventing, but they do have some people who ride Western

Geralt can teach either, but he prefers English

Cross country especially. There's such an amazing feeling about flying through the woods at a gallop and jumping obstacles

He and Roach were quite the force to be reckoned with in their prime, and they'll occasionally still tear it up in competition, but now he's found he really enjoys teaching

Roach is in her mid-late teens and semi-retired from competing. Geralt still rides her, but they very rarely compete anymore.

She's also a good lesson horse, a solid 70-80% of lesson kids learned to jump on her

Ciri loves riding and is very good at it

Though she's head of the show team, showing isn't really her favorite part of owning a horse it's just more of an added bonus.

She mainly goes English because that's usually what she shows in, but also likes Western

She and Kelpie love speed, so they're especially good at Cross Country when riding English and Speed Events when going Western

Poor Jaskier has never ridden a horse in his life before he started dating Geralt, but Pegasus is a calm collected lesson horse who's patient while he learns the ropes

Speaking as a Horse Person who rode for 11 years, I can say that because Horse People are majority conservative a lot of boarders are really uncomfortable when they find out that Geralt and Jask are dating. When they start getting dickish about it they come in the next day to find their horse in a paddock as far away from the front as possible

If they call Geralt on it he blames "pasture rotation" but in reality he just doesn't want homophobes in his barn

Eskel and Lambert also board there, Roach is currently carrying Scorpion's foal even

Yen liked to ride when she and Geralt were dating, but doesn't own a horse.

She takes lessons from Geralt though, and likes taking trail rides with Triss sometimes

Renfri is also an amazing rider, she and her horse Shrike tear it up in the show ring

She and Ciri have a friendly rivalry going on and it's kind of hilarious

They're best friends irl, but in the show ring it's all about who's gonna win

Geralt and Eskel laugh about it because they were the same way when they were young

Ciri has a literal stockpile of saddle pads

Her favorite one is her Bi Pride one

Geralt also has one and it's great

ALSO POLO WRAPS OMG KELPIE HAS SO MANY POLOS

Ciri has a problem and Geralt tries to get her to stop but alas

She, Renfri, and Dara are the Saddle Club-esque trio of the barn. They're all best buds and it's so good

Ciri and Renfri have been best friends since they were kids, but they met Dara he and his horse Florian moved to the barn at age 12 and the three of them hit it off

Basically I just really love this idea of Geralt and everyone being this little family in the barn and it's so good thank you for coming to my Ted talk

#the witcher netflix #the witcher 3 #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #i love this idea filing it under fic that will get written #geralt deserves to own a nice barn with his little family and to just have a good life

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noirbriar · 5 years

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MDZS AU Headcanon dump: Stay (2)

(Part 1 here)

Living with the Wens is interesting to say the least.There’s always something that needs to be done.Although most are suspicious on why the righteous Hanguang Jun would stay with them, helping their daily chores ( “ Lan gongzi!Its okay!””...” ), over time as they did with WWX, they became close ( “Lan Gongzi, you can cook really well! Who taught you?” “Watched.” “Ah?! Lan Gongzi really is a man of many talents!” )

Apart from provisions, LWJ brought some money that allowed Wen Qing to head down to Yiling to open a small clinic of sorts where fourth uncle and other Wens rotate to help out.With that,Allowing them to live better. Wen Ning stays on the Burial Mounds to help with the heavy labour and retrieving herbs.

The one who is still reeling in from shock is our Yiling Laozu. Because it is practically bagging up all he knew about LWJ and throwing out of the window. LWJ keeps WWX company in his den as he worked on the little projects. Sometimes he observes the man in usual silence, other times he reads and enquires on what he’s doing.

( “Hah, Lan Zhan, I know you don’t like these stuff.Not proper of what GusuLan believes in.You don’t need to put an act out of courtesy. You are doing plenty already helping the Wen family.” ”No.” ”Hah?”Not an act.””...?” ”Its not conventional.But your work, its genuine in purpose.””...*cues internal screaming in WWX’s head*...”)

The one that benefits the most is a-Yuan.Who continues to cling to LWJ’s leg, but slowly got weaned of the habit.LWJ teaches a-Yuan, even going as far as allowing him to play on his Qin. WWX continues to tease a-Yuan, telling him he might as well really call LWJ dad at this rate. But WWX’s eyes softens every time he sits beside them.He may not admit it but he’s thankful the child is having a semblance of normalcy in this hellhole. And on occasions where the trio go down the mountain, for the occasional errands or a breather, WWX feels the happiest. His gaze would often land on LWJ and he tries to shake of the weird feelings in him.

(”Lan Zhan.” “Mn.” “What is a-Yuan reading?I-Is that Lan Sect rules?!Why do you even have that here?!” “He was curious.Also good for peace of mind, developing character.” “...He, doesn’t need to read while doing headstands though...?””Builds body.””............” )

However, there are occasions where LWJ, who is still learning about WWX’s mannerisms where he prods the wrong buttons on each other.The arguments don’t really last but when they do usually someone will be there to mediate.Or one of them will cave and continue awkwardly.It was one of these arguments that led to the reveal with WWX screaming, the negative energy in him fluctuating and out of control, that he can’t do much without a Golden Core can he? And LWJ just freezes as the other man breaks down, disorientated and had to be knocked out by Wen Qing.

Wen Qing is reluctant to say anything ( doctor’s oath ) so it was Wen Ning who actually tells LWJ everything.From WWX giving up his core, doing demonic cultivation and his reason for helping the Wens. LWJ who is still young ( twentyish ) realises not everything is right or wrong.Fate sometimes lead people on different roads.

But the only path LWJ wants to walk, is beside the man whose kindness drove him to the corner, alone.The boy who was always lively and a social butterfly, now can only be in the darkness away from others.

When WWX wakes up, the first person he sees isn’t the usual Wens or the siblings but LWJ, humming a familiar lullaby.He realises he is in LWJ’s lap and awkwardly tries to get up but LWJ stops him.He needs to rest.They actually talk now.

(”Isn’t this stupid?I’m practically a invalid now trying to be a sad imitation of a bad guy.””...You aren’t””You don’t need to pity me Lan Zhan.I told you before, I chose this path without regrets.this is what I owed the Jiangs anyway. And this is what I owed the Wens.All my life, the only thing I can proudly say, even with regrets, I am able to make my own choices, and I’ll shoulder the responsibility on my own.””No.””.....?””Not alone.Not invalid.Will stay with you.””Ah? Don’t you hate me Lan Zhan? Why will you even do that?””...Never hated.””...!?”)

Its dark in the cave, but WWX swears he can see LWJ’s ears are tipped a fierce bright red. ( Part 3 here )

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #headcanonAU #StayAU #lan wangji #wei wuxian #if lan wangji stayed #wen qing #wen ning #wen yuan #wtf are you doing #this is self indulgent trash at this point #so ooc

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nicolewrites · 6 years

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home for the holidays

happy new year everyone! (i’m early but this is fine). this is dedicated to @kindasortaameyzing for her obsession with headcanons and for feeding mine and her encouragement which is probably the only reason this was finished in time.

Rating: T Genre: Romance Characters: [Kai and Linh Cinder] Words: 3,054

Kai just wants to get home in time for New Years. Cinder wants to be as far away from people as possible when the clocks change over. Kai is hopeful for the change that it will bring. Cinder just hopes it won’t be as bad as the previous year. / modern au / happy 2018

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Of course, his flight is delayed. At this point, he’s learned not to expect anything else. Kai sinks into the stiff seat next to his suitcase and glares daggers at the information board displaying the angry red lettering next to the number for his flight. At this rate, he’ll only be home just barely before the New Year and he definitely wouldn’t have time to get to Scarlet’s house on time for the party.

He runs a hand through his hair and shoots Wolf a quick text, explaining his situation. He had been hoping that the weather and congestion of travellers would have cleared up enough for him to get home, but considering there is still a heavy flurry of snowflakes falling outside, his hope is dwindling.

Kai lets his gaze wander around the mostly empty airport terminal. There aren’t very many people travelling tonight. It is New Year’s Eve, after all. Most people have already returned home to their families, but Kai has not been fortunate enough to have had the same opportunity. In theory, he had been with family since he worked under his father and had been working all through Christmas, but he wasn’t with the family that he wanted to be with: his friends.

Most of the people in the terminal are travelling with friends or family, so Kai feels slightly out of place. His wandering gaze lands on a stray traveller who looks as alone as he is. She is wearing a coat that almost makes her disappear in all of its fluff and fur trim. From what he can see, she has dark hair that is pulled out of her face, but there isn’t much else he can see from across the terminal.

The bells of the announcements in the airport chime and they call for the delay of another flight. To his dismay, it is his again. Instead of leaving at 5 like it should have, or 6 like the initial delay said it would, the flight is now scheduled to leave at 7:30. He lets out a long sigh, but the girl across the long room catches his eye.

She is slouched further in her seat and Kai picks up the sharp scowl on her expression. He figures that they are probably on the same flight, judging by her reaction. With another glance around the mostly empty place, he stands from his seat, grabbing his suitcase by the handle. If he isn’t going to make it home in time to celebrate with his friends, he might as well try to be friendly with someone else.

She looks up as he approaches, arching a brow in surprise. “Can I help you?” Her voice is guarded and stiff and Kai is momentarily frozen.

She’s very pretty. In fact, she’s a lot prettier than he had initially thought. He’s standing, like an idiot, in front of her, and by the look on her face, he knows she’s not particularly amused. He blinks and snaps out of his distracted trance.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Kai.”

She nods, pursing her lips. “Cinder.”

“Do you mind if I sit?” he asks carefully.

She shrugs. “Knock yourself out.” Her tone is still a little cold, but he figures that she’s just on guard around strangers. She’s probably introverted.

He pushes his luggage to the side and sits down two seats to the right of her. Her eyes follow him as he sits and he still has her attention. She’s curious about him, even if she’s not saying anything outright.

“You’re by yourself?”

She nods. “Yeah, I’m going to New York.” She glances up at the display board. “I guess I should say trying to get to New York because who knows if this flight will ever leave.”

Kai laughs. “We’re on the same flight then.”

Cinder cracks a tiny smile. “Partners in hell, then.”

Kai shrugs. “I don’t know, an airport in Chicago is exactly where I want to be on New Year’s Eve.”

Cinder rolls her eyes. “You’re joking, but this is honestly probably better than where I would have been otherwise.” Kai raises an eyebrow. She sighs. “I was supposed to go to the apartment of a friend of a friend for some New Year’s party, but I wasn’t sure if I would even go.”

“Not a people person?”

“Not in the slightest,” she says. “I’m a mechanical engineer. I don’t like people very much, and generally, they don’t like me.”

Kai shrugs. “You seem fine to me.”

She seems a little taken aback at his reply, but her smile softens. “Not sure you’ll be agreeing with that sentiment in a few hours.”

“In my line of work, I know more than a few difficult people. I’m sure I can handle an engineer.”

She laughs at that. “What field are you in then, if you’re used to such difficult people?”

“Corporate management,” Kai says. He leans back in his seat a little, trying for a more comfortable position.

Cinder shakes her head. “Okay, that is understandable.” She pauses to study him. “Aren’t you a bit young for management though? You’re what, twenty-three? Twenty-four?”

“Twenty-four,” Kai says. “It’s a family business, if that explains anything. You’re pretty young for an engineer.”

“Twenty-three,” she says. “I’m working with a company I did a co-op for during my bachelor’s.” She suddenly blinks and does a double take.

Her hand rubs her forehead and she lets out a groan of frustration. She pinches the bridge of her nose and slouches further in her seat. He raises an eyebrow at her. She peeks open one eye and stares at him.

“I’m an idiot,” she says. “You’re Kai Dehaui. That’s why you’re in family business, isn’t it? You’re everywhere in the press as a business genius for someone so incredibly young.”

Kai sighs. “Ah yes, the legacy. See, all the publicity is my father’s thing. I really wish they could just leave me alone, honestly.”

Cinder cracks another small smile. “Understandable. People are the worst.”

Kai tears his eyes from Cinder and scans the terminal again. The flight to California has left and there are significantly fewer people around as such. There’s a young family sitting not too far away with two young girls who are curled up in the laps of the parents. Kai smiles softly. He remembers when he used to travel during the holidays with his parents. They haven’t done anything like that recently.

“So,” Cinder says and he turns back to her. She’s fiddled with her hair and strands of it are drifting down from her ponytail. “What’s a big business guy like you doing flying somewhere on New Year’s Eve?”

“My father is here in Chicago, as is our head office, so I was here, working, over Christmas, but now I’ve got some freedom. I’m going to New York to be with my friends for a while.”

She blinks at him. “You worked over Christmas?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I celebrated with the friends here, but I would have rather been in New York.”

Cinder laughs. “Wow, that sucks. I was just here because I didn’t want to be around anyone besides my best friend, Iko.”

Kai is surprised by this. “I know you said you’re not a people person, but you didn’t spend the holidays with your family.”

Cinder looks away and Kai instantly feels bad. He’s struck a nerve and he wishes he could bash his face into the table.

“Sorry,” he apologises, “I didn’t mean to bring up bad feelings or anything.”

She just shrugs. “It’s not your fault I had a really terrible childhood.” She glances at him and for a moment he’s lost in her eyes. They’re brown and simple enough, but they’re darker around the edges of her irises and he feels like they’re drawing him in. “For some reason,” she continues, “I feel like telling a complete stranger about my horrible family.”

Kai smiles sympathetically. “Family was never my strong suit either. My dad was always pretty awful, and my mom was the one who always tried to bring us together for the winter holidays. It was a nice change from the detachment I was used to with my dad.”

Cinder’s eyes widen. “She died, didn’t she? It was in the news a while ago. Kai, I’m so sorry.”

He looks up at the high, arching ceilings. “We knew it was coming.”

He feels a weight rest against his hand and he looks down to see that she has reached over and touched his hand gently. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. My dad was the same.”

He rotates his hand gently so that he’s kind of holding hers. “You really don’t feel like a stranger to me, Cinder.” He squeezes it softly and is about to continue speaking when the sensation he gets shocks him into silence.

She retracts her hand like it’s on fire, tucking it into the folds of her winter jacket. Her face is flaming and she looks ashamed. Kai can only blink stupidly as his brain tries to process what happened. She is wearing gloves, but he knows that there’s something wrong with her hand underneath.

“Well, believe me,” she says, bitterness in her tone. “You would know if we had met before.”

Kai is still stuck on her hand. “Is your hand-” he cuts off, unsure if the question is appropriate.

“Metal?” she finishes. She lets out a long sigh.

Kai twists in his seat to face her better. Cinder lifts her hand from the folds of her jacket and slides the black glove off of it. The fluorescent lights overhead glint off of what looks to be a titanium appendage. She pushes her sleeve up a little and he sees that her wrist and hand are entirely made of polished metal. The joints are seamless and the whole thing looks like it’s from a sci-fi movie, but it doesn’t alarm him.

“My left hand and part of my leg,” she says carefully. She sounds much more nervous and guarded than she has been through the whole conversation, even when she thought he was a stranger.

Kai knows why. She’s been alienated because of this before. To him, she is not any less human, she just has something that makes her a little different. “What is it made of?”

Cinder blinks at the innocence of the question. “Uh, steel mostly, but there’s titanium plating where I could afford it.”

“Did you design it? It’s beautiful,” Kai comments. His eyes are drawn again to the delicate intricacies of the limb.

Cinder is apparently stunned into silence. Kai looks from her hand to her face and sees a look of complete confusion in her expression. “How are you okay with this? Everyone is always so freaked out and I’ve been called Robot-Girl more times than I can count. Why are you acting so normal?”

“It’s just a hand, right?” Kai says. “I don’t see why I should judge this–as far as I’ve gathered–brilliant, interesting, and beautiful person with a metal hand. I mean, the personality isn’t something that was synthesized in a lab. That’s you. And so far, I like Cinder, even if she hasn’t told me her last name yet.”

A shy, genuine smile spreads across her face. “It’s Linh. Cinder Linh. And you, Kai Dehaui, are nothing like I had imagined you would be.”

He extends his left hand towards her. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

The cold metal of her false hand touches his hand as she shakes his hand in greeting. “It is,” she confirms.

As a generalization, Cinder is easy to talk to. Kai is convinced that she doesn’t hate people as much as she says she does, but he doesn’t press her. They continue to chat aimlessly, exchanging stories from school and occasionally dipping into family affairs of the sour variety. Cinder’s upbringing is drastically worse than his, but she pities him not making any real friends until university.

Cinder attended MIT, which Kai is pleasantly surprised to find out. She’s proven her intelligence to him already and his NYU business degree doesn’t feel as hefty as it usually does. She moved to Chicago to work, like she’s precious said, and lives with her best friend, Iko.

At some point in the conversation, Kai had shifted seats so that they were sitting directly next to each other, without the seat buffer. Cinder had shed her jacket and gloves, unafraid of his judgement. She’s still painfully pretty and Kai almost curses himself for meeting such a girl in such a chance situation where they may never see each other again.

“So your friends in New York,” Cinder says without looking at him. She’s fiddling with her hand, and Kai is watching her. “Do you celebrate New Year’s every year together?”

Kai smiles. “I mean, the original three, including myself, have been friends since first-year university. The others came along each year, but Scarlet hosts every year. It’s a nice break considering we all live all over the place.”

“Everyone flies out for New Years?”

“Yeah,” Kai says. “Scarlet’s happy to cram us all into her apartment and we’re all just happy to be there.”

“Sounds nice,” Cinder says. “I’m not one for the holidays and everything. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if it ticked over to the New Year right now. We’re away from loud and irritating people and it’s nice.”

Kai shakes his head. “You’ve clearly been doing New Year’s wrong. Don’t you get excited about a new start?”

Cinder laughs at him. “You’re the one in business. You of all people should know that the whole ‘new start’ stuff is fake. It’s just another day. It’s pageantry.” She pauses. “But I’m hopeful it won’t suck as much as this year did. This year wasn’t as bad as last year, so maybe I’m actually getting somewhere.”

“That’s the spirit,” he says. “New Year’s is about having some fun and being hopeful.”

She shakes her head. “You’re too optimistic.”

Kai shrugs. “Maybe so, but we’d both be sitting alone right now if I was not the way I am.”

His comment elicits a genuine laugh and a gentle smile from Cinder and Kai’s heart pounds.

“Fair enough,” she says.

They end up in one of the small restaurant-bar places in the terminal sitting across from each other at the table. Cinder has been clear that it’s not a date and that he won’t be paying for her. He had simply laughed and stolen a fry from her plate.

He doesn’t quite understand how he feels so connected to this strange girl so fast, but something about her is real and unique and he’s almost grateful for the unfortunate delay in their flight.

His mind picks up on something she had mentioned earlier. “You’re going to a friend’s place tonight?”

“Friend of a friend,” Cinder corrects. “I’ve never met her, but apparently this New Year’s thing is a thing they do every year. I was going to be alone on New Year’s since Iko’s with her girlfriend, but my friend offered me a ticket and invited me along.”

Kai blinks. The whole scenario is deceptively confusing because it sounds exactly like something that had been explained to him when he was booking his ticket.

“Cinder, you wouldn’t happen to be friends with Carswell Thorne, would you?”

She drops her fry. “No way. Thorne is part of your group?”

Kai laughs. “Yeah, that asshole was at NYU. We’ve been friends since second year.” He pauses to decide what this means. “So I guess you’re coming to Scarlet’s then.”

Cinder smiles at him. “I guess I am.”

Kai points a finger at her over the table and smirks. “You are going to have the best experience you’ve ever had on New Year’s Eve, I guarantee it.”

Cinder returns his smirk and leans back in her chair. “Guess you’re going to have to prove it.”

Before he can dignify her with another witty reply, there’s a boarding call projected around the terminal. It’s for their flight. They’ll make it to New York in time after all.

With eight people crammed in Scarlet and Wolf’s apartment, it’s a tight fit, but Kai is happy to be there. Scarlet and Wolf are engaged now, Winter and Jacin are back from their travels, and Cress is graduating this year. Thorne is just Thorne, but Kai notices that he seems ecstatic that Cinder has joined them.

As it approaches midnight, the TV is tuned to the channel displaying the ball drop, but Kai isn’t interested in watching it on the tiny screen. He steps back and admires his friends all crowded around the TV and he feels content. They’re his family, much more so than his father, and he regrets not being here with them for Christmas.

He realises, with a start, that Cinder is missing and he turns around quickly. There’s a silhouette on the balcony, so he steps outside to join her.

The balcony is covered so the snow has been kept off of it, but it’s still freezing. It’s equally as cold as Chicago had been, but neither of them are wearing jackets. Kai doesn’t say anything to Cinder as he stands beside her. Her hand is curled around the freezing metal railing without a care and he’s almost concerned until he realises which hand it is.

“You can almost see Times Square from here,” Cinder points out, gesturing towards the crazy light show they can just barely glimpse.

“It’s on the TV if you want to see it better,” he says.

She shrugs. “I’m good. Unless you’re cold.”

He is about to reply when they both hear their friends counting down excitedly from inside. Cinder turns to face Kai completely and he grins at her. As the clock ticks over, Cinder’s freezing metal hand finds Kai’s jawline and she kisses him.

It’s tentative and short because she pulls back from him quickly. Kai is paralysed with surprise. Cinder turns back to the skyline and shifts nervously.

“That’s a thing people do at midnight, right?”

Kai smiles and breaks out of his trance. He tugs gently on Cinder’s arm so she faces him again. His hand finds her waist and he leans in.

“Happy New Year,” he whispers.

#the writing section #tlc #the lunar chronicles #kai #linh cinder #kaider #genre: romance #character: kai #character: linh cinder #words: 3.0k+#tlc fic #kaider fic #ship: kaider #rating: t #happy new year!#2018 #i'm early and i don't care

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@svengooliecat replied to your post “ramblings ramblings ramblings”:

this sounds like it would make for a fantastic fic...10/10 would read. My condolences on your loss, tho, and having to deal with the govt.

Thanks :) (and sorry for the late reply, I’ve been away this weekend without net access).

TBH a big part of why I’m not actually writing the fic is because I don't want to do hours of research into funerals in Britain and the legalities of death and the governmental processes involved LOL and also because other than copious amounts of angst and worrying and a lot of introspection on the nature of their line of work a lot of the fic would just be random things that annoys Q to no end. Like:

Q gets informed about Bond’s “death” by the police while some of his neighbours are around (because Q’s ex-royal navy now-personal security consultant boyfriend has been out on business for more than two weeks now and that flat must get lonely) and when he finally gets time to place a call to Moneypenny she assures him that there’s no confirmation that Bond’s actually dead (”It’s so hard to tell with him, so we draw no conclusions until we have a body”) but also they have to go head with killing Bond’s cover and so on because something clearly went wrong on their mission, and:

Eve: so we’re going to have a funeral for closure Q: and what will we do when people ask to see James one last time? Because believe it or not, Eve, but he can be surprisingly charming when he wants to be and half our neighbours either love him or are in love with him. Eve: so it’ll be a closed casket funeral Q: And that means the so-called body is too mutilated for the public to see. Thank you, Eve, thank you so much I’m never getting a moment of peace now.

And sure enough Q doesn’t get much of a moment alone after that news goes out. Friends and neighbours and almost everyone he and Bond have had contact with in this undercover mission have turned out in support. Whenever he’s gone for too long someone comes up to find him, and there’s rotation of people who volunteer to bring meals and stay overnight and try to help out with the whole process (”What do we do? When does the morgue release the body? What arrangements do we need to make? Paperwork?” “I don’t know, let’s Google it” and meanwhile Q is thinking I honestly don’t know either, because I’ve either ordered the extraction/clean up team to do their jobs and just attend the funerals afterwards or I’ve just directly hacked into the relevant agencies to check off all the right forms so he pulls off the distressed and confused bereaved boyfriend quite convincingly). But actually Q just wants like an hour to himself so he can get into Q-net and actually set his systems to find Bond, because he trusts in his Q Branch comms team but they’re not him and they don’t know Bond like Q does. And then Moneypenny reminds him that even if he had privacy he’s still undercover as a civilian, so Q can’t raise any flags doing the type of searches he’s used to, and certainly not without the system setup and network of connections he has in Q Branch or his home office.

The frustration of not being able to do anything productive + the continued radio silence from Bond makes Q a bit of a loose canon the next couple of days, so Moneypenny and 0010 show up as Q’s “best friend from uni, and a fellow officer from James’s RN days” to help manage the situation, maintain Q’s cover but mostly to contain Q (because Q conducted some rather illegal operations very well indeed on his own before his recruitment to MI6).

Also greeting visitors and well-wishers is unexpectedly very tiring? Everyone keeps giving Q their condolences and he has no idea what to say in return, because even if this wasn’t fake what could he say? And they all want to reminisce about Bond, of course. And Q knows that it’s just a cover, that many of the stories they share are just things Bond or he have had to do to maintain their cover... but sometimes they’ll say things like how it was the way Bond was always looks at Q that clued them in that they were a couple, when they first moved into the flat, or how it was always so endearing to see them interacting, because somehow Bond always anticipates what Q needs before he says anything out loud, whether it’s passing Q the milk for his tea or fetching him a tool from his toolbox when Q is tinkering or gently steering him down the sidewalk when Q is too engrossed on his phone, and those, Q knows, aren’t part of the cover at all.

And then, inevitably, there are the gossip-mongers, the curious busybodies who want to get all the juicy details (”but no really, how did he die again?” or “how did you feel when you got the news, it can’t have been pleasant at all” or “oh dear, the mortgage for this flat can’t be cheap, however will you manage now? Will you move out?”) and come by in groups and make little side remarks to each other just in Q’s hearing, and Q can’t help himself, his responses become politer and sweeter at each question until Moneypenny has to intercede when someone mentions, “well dear, you’re young yet, you’ll find someone else” because Q might not be a field agent and he’s undercover but he’s also very fond of tasers and has built them into all manner of common household items.

Q gets two whole hours to himself after Moneypenny gets him out of that room, and while he’s busy hacking into MI5′s systems (because now M’s got a team watching to make sure he doesn’t use his own credentials to log into Q-net, damnit) he also thinks to himself that if he’s already on a short-fuse, he can’t imagine how someone who is truly grieving would cope with the whole situation, and because he’s painfully practical, makes a mental note to put contingencies in place so that when the inevitable happens, he doesn’t get blindsided by in all the minutiae and legalities involved. The both of them being attached to MI6 makes things both simpler and more complicated, because Q can cut through all manner of red tape easily, but the nature of their work means neither of their legal covers actually really exists so it’s not like their relationship will ever be official in the eyes of the law.

(and because Q is aware that the world more or less runs on chaos and entropy, he also plans to customise contingencies for his own file, in case he’s the one that turns out dead first. He’s well aware of how Bond copes with the death of a loved one, especially one that falls in the line of duty).

After it all, Q’s already erratic sleep pattern gets even more shot to hell, because Bond’s alive, they’ve left those cover identities behind them, but Q’s brain won’t turn off and he keeps getting flashbacks to the fake funeral whenever he closes his eyes, and it doesn’t make any sense because it wasn’t real, but he can’t stop thinking about it. So he just plows through work or shuts himself in his workshop until Bond drags him back into bed, and if they somehow always wake up with Q clinging so hard to Bond’s wrist or arm Bond never says a word, and from then on Bond goes on missions and even if 99% of his mission kit gets destroyed he somehow preserves his comms unit or phone, so he can always ping a well encrypted I’m alive signal at Q every couple of days.

As you can see... I have quite a few headcanons about this random semi-AU 00Q verse haha. Thanks for letting me share them.

#svengooliecat #replies #also smart blood? what smart blood? let's just say that doesn't exist in this verse #or else Q would be able to track bond and also confirm that he's alive in a heartbeat #let's just say that after this incident Q goes on to invent and perfect the smart blood technology #also bond tried very hard to get back in touch with either Q or MI6 after things went severely south #because he knows Q #Q is so good with technology and he's so used to being in control and on top of things #and when things fall out of his control and one of his agents goes missing - and the double-os and bond in particular #Q goes a bit crazy trying to find them #and bond's efforts trying to get back in contact actually gets him into more trouble (breaks his cover or whatever) and is the reason why #he doesn't manage to extract himself and get back until after the funeral #they have some interesting conversations about how bond caring about Q too much ended up hampering him on the mission afterwards #the whole duty to their work/government versus private motivations thing #anyway lol this is getting complicated but i do love 00Q because they -are- complicated #and they have a fascinating dynamic #anyway!#*#otp: the inevitability of time #craig!bond films

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