#i underestimated how many emojis there are
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omg a gimmick blog 0-0
they/them
i count how many emojis were used in a post (out of apple emojis bc thats what ive got ๐)
#emoji counting = counting emojis in posts/asks
#not emoji counting = anything else
#reblog = reblogs (shocker /s)
#oo aa that's my favorite asks = asks
#tw nsft = nsfw posts (anything ab sex or sex words)
if u want me to not reblog ur post lmk and ill take it down
im not considering skin tone variations (ex. ๐๐๐ป๐๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐ฟ would all only count as 1 ๐)
under the cut are all of the emojis i'm counting(1,837 total):
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๐๐คฃ๐ฅฒโบ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐คช๐คจ๐ง๐ค๐๐ฅธ๐คฉ๐ฅณ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โน๏ธ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ฉ๐ฅบ๐ข๐ญ๐ค๐ ๐ก๐คฌ๐คฏ๐ณ๐ฅต๐ฅถ๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ๐ฑ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ค๐ซฃ๐คญ๐ซข๐ซก๐คซ๐ซ ๐คฅ๐ถ๐ซฅ๐๐ซค๐๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฅฑ๐ด๐คค๐ช๐ฎโ๐จ๐ต๐ตโ๐ซ๐ค๐ฅด๐คข๐คฎ๐คง๐ท๐ค๐ค๐ค๐ค ๐๐ฟ๐น๐บ๐คก๐ฉ๐ป๐โ ๏ธ๐ฝ๐พ๐ค๐๐บ๐ธ๐น๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐ซถ๐คฒ๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐โ๐ค๐ค๐คโ๏ธ๐ซฐ๐ค๐ค๐๐ค๐ค๐ซณ๐ซด๐๐๐โ๏ธโ๐ค๐๏ธ๐๐๐ค๐ซฒ๐ซฑ๐ช๐ฆพ๐โ๏ธ๐๐ซต๐ฆถ๐ฆต๐ฆฟ๐๐๐๐ซฆ๐ฆท๐
๐๐ฆป๐๐ฃ๐๏ธ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ง ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ค๐ฅ๐ซ๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ง๐จ๐ฉโ๐ฆฑ๐งโ๐ฆฑ๐ฉโ๐ฆฐ๐งโ๐ฆฐ๐จโ๐ฆฐ๐ฑโโ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ฑโโ๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆณ๐งโ๐ฆณ๐จโ๐ฆณ๐ฉโ๐ฆฒ๐งโ๐ฆฒ๐จโ๐ฆฒ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ต๐ง๐ด๐ฒ๐ณโโ๏ธ๐ณ๐ณโโ๏ธ๐ง๐ฎโโ๏ธ๐ฎ๐ฎโโ๏ธ๐ทโโ๏ธ๐ท๐ทโโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐ต๏ธ๐ต๏ธ๐ต๏ธ๐ฉโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐จโโ๏ธ๐ฉโ๐พ๐งโ๐พ๐จโ๐พ๐ฉโ๐ณ๐งโ๐ณ๐จโ๐ณ๐ฉโ๐๐งโ๐๐จโ๐๐ฉโ๐ค๐งโ๐ค๐จโ๐ค๐ฉโ๐ซ๐งโ๐ซ๐จโ๐ซ๐ฉโ๐ญ๐งโ๐ญ๐จโ๐ญ๐ฉโ๐ป๐งโ๐ป๐จโ๐ป๐ฉโ๐ผ๐งโ๐ผ๐จโ๐ผ๐ฉโ๐ง๐งโ๐ง๐จโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฌ๐งโ๐ฌ๐จโ๐ฌ๐ฉโ๐จ๐งโ๐จ๐จโ๐จ๐ฉโ๐๐งโ๐๐จโ๐๐ฉโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐จโโ๏ธ๐ฉโ๐๐งโ๐๐จโ๐๐ฉโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐จโโ๏ธ๐ฐโโ๏ธ๐ฐ๐ฐโโ๏ธ๐คตโโ๏ธ๐คต๐คตโโ๏ธ๐ธ๐ซ
๐คด๐ฅท๐ฆธโโ๏ธ๐ฆธ๐ฆธโโ๏ธ๐ฆนโโ๏ธ๐ฆน๐ฆนโโ๏ธ๐คถ๐งโ๐๐
๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ผ๐คฐ๐ซ๐ซ๐คฑ๐ฉโ๐ผ๐งโ๐ผ๐จโ๐ผ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐
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โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐คฆโโ๏ธ๐คฆ๐คฆโโ๏ธ๐คทโโ๏ธ๐คท๐คทโโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐
๐คณ๐๐บ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ฏ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ด๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆฝ๐งโ๐ฆฝ๐จโ๐ฆฝ๐ฉโ๐ฆผ๐งโ๐ฆผ๐จโ๐ฆผ๐ถโโ๏ธ๐ถ๐ถโโ๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆฏ๐งโ๐ฆฏ๐จโ๐ฆฏ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐ฉ๐๐จโโค๏ธโ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐ฉ๐๐จโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ง๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ง๐จโ๐จโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐จโ๐ง๐จโ๐จโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐จโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐จโ๐งโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ง๐จโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ง๐จโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐งโ๐ง๐ชข๐งถ๐งต๐ชก๐งฅ๐ฅผ๐ฆบ๐๐๐๐ฉฒ๐ฉณ๐๐๐๐ฉฑ๐๐ฅป๐ฉด๐ฅฟ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ฅพ๐งฆ๐งค๐งฃ๐ฉ๐งข๐๐โ๏ธ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐งณ๐๐ถ๏ธ๐ฅฝ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐น๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ป๐ผ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐ธ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ
๐ฆ๐ฆ๐บ๐๐ด๐ฆ๐๐ชฑ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ชฐ๐ชฒ๐ชณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ท๏ธ๐ธ๏ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ณ๐๐ฆ๐ฆญ๐๐
๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆง๐ฆฃ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ช๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆฌ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฉ๐ฆฎ๐โ๐ฆบ๐๐โโฌ๐ชถ๐๐ฆ๐ฆค๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆข๐ฆฉ๐๏ธ๐๐ฆ๐ฆจ๐ฆก๐ฆซ๐ฆฆ๐ฆฅ๐๐๐ฟ๏ธ๐ฆ๐พ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐๐ฒ๐ณ๐ด๐ชต๐ฑ๐ฟโ๏ธ๐๐๐ชด๐๐๐๐๐ชบ๐ชน๐๐๐ชธ๐ชจ๐พ๐๐ท๐น๐ฅ๐ชท๐บ๐ธ๐ผ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ช๐ซโญ๏ธ๐โจโก๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ช๏ธ๐โ๏ธ๐ค๏ธโ
๏ธ๐ฅ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฆ๏ธ๐ง๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฉ๏ธ๐จ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฌ๏ธ๐จ๐ง๐ฆ๐ซงโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐ซ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฅญ๐๐ฅฅ๐ฅ๐
๐๐ฅ๐ฅฆ๐ฅฌ๐ฅ๐ถ๏ธ๐ซ๐ฝ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ง๐ง
๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฅฏ๐๐ฅ๐ฅจ๐ง๐ฅ๐ณ๐ง๐ฅ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฅฉ๐๐๐ฆด๐ญ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฅช๐ฅ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฅซ๐ซ๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฆช๐ค๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅฎ๐ข๐ก๐ง๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅง๐ง๐ฐ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฟ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ผ๐ซโ๏ธ๐ต๐ง๐ฅค๐ง๐ถ๐บ๐ป๐ฅ๐ท๐ฅ๐ธ๐น๐ง๐พ๐ง๐ฅ๐ด๐ฝ๏ธ๐ฅฃ๐ฅก๐ฅข๐งโฝ๏ธ๐๐โพ๏ธ๐ฅ๐พ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ช๐๐ธ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ช๐ฅ
โณ๏ธ๐ช๐๐น๐ฃ๐คฟ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฝ๐น๐ผ๐ทโธ๏ธ๐ฅ๐ฟโท๏ธ๐๐ช๐๏ธโโ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐คผโโ๏ธ๐คผ๐คผโโ๏ธ๐คธโโ๏ธ๐คธ๐คธโโ๏ธโน๏ธโโ๏ธโน๏ธโน๏ธโโ๏ธ๐คบ๐คพโโ๏ธ๐คพ๐คพโโ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐คฝโโ๏ธ๐คฝ๐คฝโโ๏ธ๐ฃโโ๏ธ๐ฃ๐ฃโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ตโโ๏ธ๐ต๐ตโโ๏ธ๐ดโโ๏ธ๐ด๐ดโโ๏ธ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐
๐๏ธ๐ต๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ซ๐๏ธ๐ช๐คนโโ๏ธ๐คน๐คนโโ๏ธ๐ญ๐ฉฐ๐จ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ผ๐น๐ฅ๐ช๐ท๐บ๐ช๐ธ๐ช๐ป๐ฒโ๏ธ๐ฏ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐งฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐ฆฏ๐ฆฝ๐ฆผ๐ฉผ๐ด๐ฒ๐ต๐๏ธ๐บ๐๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฉ๏ธ๐บ๐ฐ๏ธ๐๐ธ๐๐ถโต๏ธ๐ค๐ฅ๏ธ๐ณ๏ธโด๏ธ๐ข๐โ๏ธ๐ชโฝ๏ธ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ๐๐บ๏ธ๐ฟ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐๏ธ๐ก๐ข๐ โฒ๏ธโฑ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐โฐ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ป๐๏ธโบ๏ธ๐๐ ๐ก๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ซ๐ฉ๐๐๏ธโช๏ธ๐๐๐๐โฉ๏ธ๐ค๏ธ๐ฃ๏ธ๐พ๐๐๏ธ๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ปโจ๏ธ๐ฅ๏ธ๐จ๏ธ๐ฑ๏ธ๐ฒ๏ธ๐น๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ท๐ธ๐น๐ฅ๐ฝ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐โ๏ธ๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐งญโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธโฐ๐ฐ๏ธโ๏ธโณ๐ก๐๐ชซ๐๐ก๐ฆ๐ฏ๏ธ๐ช๐งฏ๐ข๏ธ๐ธ๐ต๐ด๐ถ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ณ๐ชช๐โ๏ธ๐ช๐งฐ๐ช๐ง๐จโ๏ธ๐ ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ช๐ฉโ๏ธ๐ชค๐งฑโ๏ธ๐งฒ๐ซ๐ฃ๐งจ๐ช๐ช๐ก๏ธโ๏ธ๐ก๏ธ๐ฌโฐ๏ธ๐ชฆโฑ๏ธ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐งฟ๐ชฌ๐โ๏ธ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ณ๏ธ๐ฉป๐ฉน๐ฉบ๐๐๐ฉธ๐งฌ๐ฆ ๐งซ๐งช๐ก๏ธ๐งน๐ช ๐งบ๐งป๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐๐งผ๐ชฅ๐ช๐งฝ๐ชฃ๐งด๐๏ธ๐๐๏ธ๐ช๐ช๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐งธ๐ช๐ผ๏ธ๐ช๐ช๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐ช๐ช
๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ชฉ๐งงโ๏ธ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ฆ๐ท๏ธ๐ชง๐ช๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐งพ๐๐๐๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐
๐๏ธ๐๐๏ธ๐ณ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐งท๐๐๐๏ธ๐๐๐งฎ๐๐โ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธโ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐โ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐โค๏ธ๐งก๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ค๐ค๐โค๏ธโ๐ฅโค๏ธโ๐ฉนโฃ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฎ๏ธโ๏ธโช๏ธ๐๏ธโธ๏ธโก๏ธ๐ฏ๐โฏ๏ธโฆ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐โ๏ธ๐โข๏ธโฃ๏ธ๐ด๐ณ๐ถ๐๏ธ๐ธ๐บ๐ท๏ธโด๏ธ๐๐ฎ๐ใ๏ธใ๏ธ๐ด๐ต๐น๐ฒ๐
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#gimmick blog#emojis#completionist blog#counting blog#emoji completionist#not emoji counting#i underestimated how many emojis there are#i just typed all 1837 of them out#and then counted them#by hand#๐ฅฒ
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thread of things you can do to feel more puppy!!
warning, this is not for puppy regressors!! this is an nsfw post and probably not safe for u if you regress while online. stay safe, sfw puppies.
anyway. back to content for puppies who r fucking degenerates. iโm a switch & not only do i own a puppy sub but i am also one!! this is applicable for both partnered and solo pups, dw, thereโs likely to be something here for everyone.
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๐พ grind on pillows and/or furniture!! pillows are an accessible option for everyone, not everyone has furniture they can feel comfortable doing that on because maybe they donโt live alone or what have you. but pillows are an amazing option for any and all needy puppies.
๐พ snacks can help u feel puppy a lotttt!! while it can be fun to have your partner feed you little treats, you can also absolutely do this on your own. while youโre not in the headspace, set up small little snacks for you to have for when you follow rules or actions you set up for yourself. ppl often underestimate how satisfying solo play can be!! but it can be awesome. good ideas for pup snacks can be small cookies reminiscent of dog treats (scooby snack graham cracker cookies if youโre in the u.s., highly recommend), little cubes of meat and cheese, or dry cereal. it doesnโt have to be those things though, it can be anything broken up into small pieces. be creative!!
๐พ some people enjoy eating or drinking out of dog bowls but for some, thatโs inaccessible or maybe just not to their taste. another option can be water bottles with spouts you have to suck on (oral fixation is so so so puppy!!). smaller sized snack bowls also work well for this. anything notably small can help a lot with headspace i find because a large part of puppyspace for many is feeling tiny and :3. if you know you know pfffft.
๐พ hereโs a simple one!! have an article of clothing or jewelry you wear only during puppy time :) of course thereโs the obvious ones; harnesses, ears, collars. but even just a bracelet or a sweater can work if you only wear it during pupspace and get your brain to associate it.
๐พ if you go into the headspace online (as iโm sure many of you reading do if ur here), you can do certain typing things to help you feel even more puppy. using certain emojis or doing a little :3 or :> itโs pretty common to have your voice change tone and your words get more simple when in a smaller mindset so it can be fun to have your typing also reflect this!! typing out โwoofโ or โarfโ r silly but they r cute and i recommend it, 10/10.
๐พ find something you can safely bite on!! nothing you could choke on or that could hurt you. chewelry is rlly good for this, iโd recommend looking on etsy for some. but you can also just buy a new actual dog toy (fresh, not used, clean it before). puppies need to teethe!! the urge to bite is super common.
๐พ if you have enough privacy, play fetch with yourself. why not?? you can bounce a ball off the walls and even if youโre in a small room where you donโt have far to get to it, youโre still pretty likely to get excitable abt it!! if youโre doing this outside donโt put the toy in your mouth, if youโre indoors you can probably feel more comfortable to do this safely if youโre using something big enough not to choke yourself with.
๐พ ride toys!! itโs hard to do things yourself, riding or suction cupping a toy to a wall so you can just lay down and move ur needy hips against it can be wonderful for puppyspace.
๐พ suck your fingers or your partners fingers!! puppies need our mouths occupied. gently chewing on fingers, probably not enough to hurt (maybe tho, good for you), just enough to feel like youโre gnawing a bit, is SO so so good. this doesnโt even have to be sexual, drifting off to sleep with fingers or a gag (nothing that you could accidentally swallow) in your mouth can help you wake up puppy!! i wouldnโt recommend sleeping with a gag in long term, thatโs more for naps or on special occasions. like i mentioned before; oral fixation oral fixation oral fixation!! you should also suck toys and cock ๐ค๐ค
๐พ wag your hips or kick your feet!! itโs like wagging ur tail :> wiggles can come naturally when in pupspace so embrace them as ur โphantom tailโ pfffft
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remember, if some of these arenโt applicable to you and how you like to play, you are not any less puppy. these are general, not one size fits all. there are countless different ways to be puppy and i donโt think any two people should be doing it the EXACT same way. we all have our quirks, we all have our individual headspaces.
have fun and play safe, puppies ๐พ๐ฆด๐พ
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So i just read your post about the monster-fox'torre and i got an idea.
Dottore is extremely intelligent, but even geniuses like him sometimes fail - hypotheses turn out to be incorrect, experiements go wrong, etc. Now what if...
As expected, the first Segment creation ended up in failure. Instead of a clone-like copy of himself, he created a black monster-looking creature with a red eye in a middle. Figuring he can't just set the tiny monstrosity lose, he kept it in his lab depths to prevent it from being seen by anyone ever again. But Dottore underestimated the curiosity of bored Fragile!Reader.
One day, Fragile!Reader wakes up feeling much better than usual and takes a stroll around massive laboratory, exploring the endless maze of corridors. That's when they meet *that*. To their own surprise, the little monster doesn't appear hostile in the slightlest and eyes them with just as curious look as the reader. So what does the Fragile Reader does? Yep. They claim the little monster as their property.
Dottore freezes when he walks in on Fragile Reader casually playing with the little fluffy monster in their bed, cuddling it, giving it headpats, telling it how adorable it is. "(Name), where did you find that?". His lover has a beaming smile on their faces and explain themselves but the explanation soon leads to a begging marathon - they want to keep the little monstrosity! After awhile, Dottore gives in.
For Dottore's surprise, after the little monster was adopted by Fragile Reader, their health condition has taken a turn for the better. Much better. They seem a lot happier and the positive emotions keep their illness state stable. How can he not allow the little monstrosity stay, then?
His heart completely melts when he finds reader cuddling the little monster like a severely oversized teddy bear.
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THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY IT'S ADORABLEEEEE ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐
He knew that the clone making process wasnโt going to be an easy one, but he still didnโt expect to fail this bad. The thing didnโt have anything at all that resembled a human! It was a little abomination, he thought, one mistake of many to come. Though he could destroy it right now, it may have some use in the future. So he just chucked it with his other failed experiments and prototypes, not thinking much of it.
Unfortunately for Dottore, the little creature is more intelligent that he thought and you are also quite adventurous. You always knew Dottore was quite innovative and always working on something new in his lab - oftentimes heโd keep you updated on his progress and frustrations - but you didnโt hear anything about a little creature that didnโt even reach your knees! Admittedly, you were a bit nervous at first, but how could you resist that cute little thing peering at you so cutely! It doesnโt resist when you pat it tentatively, and instead leans into your hand like a touch-starved baby. And itโs so soft and fluffy yet light and you can just scoop it up into your arms! Surely Dottore wouldnโt mind if you justโฆ took it for a bit? If it was important, it wouldnโt be out here roaming the deepest depths of the lab anyway.
Heโs initially a bit concerned about you hanging out with this thing because he doesnโt know what itโs capable of, but after a quick examination he deems it relatively harmless. He doesnโt exactly share or understand your fondness (you certainly find strange things to be โcuteโโฆ first him, now this little monstrosity) but it seems to make you happy, so he sees no harm in letting you keep it. This wasnโt the first time you took interest in his experiments anyway. And how can he resist when youโre giving him such an adorable look?
He comes to realize that it genuinely makes you happy. The little thing keeps a smile on your face, and it helps you get out of bed sometimes. Itโs like your pet, in a way. Even though it doesnโt need to eat. It just requires cuddles, according to you. And it also likes baths, and high-quality shampoo (it has to keep its fur fluffy, once again according to you. Dottore had no clue you were that attached to it.)
โฆThe only problem is that sometimes the little creature decides to lay on the bed while the two of you are cuddling, and every time Dottore tries to kick it out but you donโt let him because you feel bad.
#smooches talks#๐บ anon#fragile reader <3#dottore love notes <3#so we all agree that the little fox monster thing is freaking adorable?#i adore it#hehe its cute n all until the lil guy starts stealing cuddles from dottore and he gets mad#u also make the creature clothes too ;( ur adopting it now#what do we name the creature tho? ๐ง
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I'm dreading the end of "A Lot Like Love" as much as I'm looking forward to it! Eternally grateful to you, writing this so brilliantly, and also for the anon for asking for more of it. I can't wait for part five, as well as upcoming fic ideas you're gonna tackle.
Get ready to mourn this story with me, this is officially its last part. You've all been way too kind to me throughout all of it - for Like A Poem, and for A Lot Like Love. I really appreciate all your comments, reblogs and likes.ย Thank you.ย Special thanks to @thatonefan-girl for finding beautiful pics for me to use!
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A Lot Like Love
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
Joe hadnโt had time to come into the store again that day. And the day after he had to work until late, but he promised heโd come see you. He texted you. Texted. With words. No pictures, no emojis. It was new and a little unsettling.ย
โDid you survive the day?โย
You hated it. Even though thereโd been so many times you wished you and Joe would just text each other like normal people would, with questions normal people would ask each other, this first wordy message had made your skin crawl. Anne had peeked over your shoulder and had retched at it, which you thought was a bit much.ย
โWeโll talk about it laterโ you had texted back. You dabbled a little with the idea of putting a full stop at the end of it but had decided against it last minute. After staring at the two messages that followed each other, you decided to also send โIt was okay.โ Because it had been okay, and it felt nice to add that instead of completely dismissing him. However, you did decide to put a full stop at the end of it then.ย
You hadnโt texted each other since.ย
It had been a long two days, and you had felt weird all throughout it. You had promised yourself you wouldnโt look online, just because you didnโt actively want to make yourself feel worse. But you didnโt need to seek it out; it found you because people wouldnโt stop sending you photos and videos and their opinions. You knew that it wouldโve been different had it been a picture of you and Joe walking in the street holding hands. Or even if it had been a sneaky pic of the two of you on the train, like you thought Joe initially meant when he broke the news to you. But the image of you on his lap like a cheap rodeo cowgirl, with his hands on the meat of your body โ you were glad your grandfather wasnโt around to have witnessed it, even though you knew he wouldโve been the best comfort with the exact right words for you.
So, an evening like this one was exactly what you needed. Friends. Drinks. Fantastic business ideas. And giggles. Many, many giggles. Most of them were at the expense of Joe, and whilst you hadnโt participated in making the jokes, most of them had made you laugh.
You had pushed aside a display table to make for extra room in the center of the store so you, Anne and your best friend had enough room. Splayed out on the floor, brown wrapping paper rolls and scraps surrounded you, along with piles of books you had pulled from your shelves. Three pairs of hands were busy, cutting paper, ripping tape, and wrapping up books.ย
And you were drunk. But only slightly. Because your friend said she knew how to make great margaritas and she had been right.
It was quite the sight for Joe to see when he walked past the window. It was late and already dark out, and he had imagined the store to be dark too, but heโd been surprised when heโd seen the illumination from down the street. Joe stopped to look at the three of you through the window. He saw you take a huge gulp from your cocktail, underestimating either the size of your mouth or how much was left in the glass, tipping half of it down your face. It made all of you laugh.ย
Then Anne saw him and pointed at him with eyes of thunder and lightning. It caught your attention and then you saw him too. โAnne, stop. None of today is his fault.โ And you waved Joe over to come in. But Anne was drunk too. โWe ought to burn you at the stake!โ were the first words Joe heard when he walked in.ย
โYea, okay. Sureโฆ should we go now? Or later?โ Joe nodded and pointed a finger behind him, eyebrows raised up high at Anne. Anne settled for later.ย
โHow was work?โ you tried to sound so casual, like it was a question you asked Joe all the time and it made your best friend burst out laughing.ย
โWork was fine.โ Joe was sweet enough to answer you, but he didnโt manage to hide his own smile. โBut I should really be asking you.โ He took off his coat and sat down in an armchair. His armchair.
โAnneโs a good guard dog,โ You said and it sufficed as enough of an answer. Joe understood. This also didnโt seem the right time to press it further. โIโve survived the days.โ You didnโt mean for it to sound snarky, but it came out a little cutting. Joe didnโt have time to even show in his face that he properly heard you.
โSince youโre here,โ your best friend cut in. โWeโre going to need you to sign this.โ And she passed Joe a piece of paper that read MYSTERY BOOKS PICKED BY JOSEPH QUINN. โFor authenticity.โ
In the top left corner she had drawn a little stick-figure with long curly hair, holding a guitar. In another corner Joe found a normal stick-figure.ย
โThatโs obviously Eddie Munson, and thatโs you looking normal. I donโt know what other things youโve done.โย
Joe shot you a confused look.ย ย
โNot my idea. Talk to them.โ You poured yourself another margarita from the blender that you found behind you, far enough from all of your limbs so none of you would kick it over, but close enough to reach when you needed it. Like now.ย
โIf your stupid face is going to be bringing in more people, weโre going to want to tempt them to spend actual fucking money in here.โ Your best friend said with biting sass. You were worried how Joe was going to take her tone. Joe had learned with time how to move around Anne, but you were unsure if Joe was going to take this type of shit from your best friend as well. Joe was unaware that heโd jumped headfirst into a shark-pit, and you kind of hoped he was a fast swimmer.ย
โYouโre fucking using me?โ he matched her perfectly, and you tried to hide your smile from them. Joe swam fine.
โUsing, abusing, call it what you like. Sign it.โ She threatened and held out a sharpie to Joe who reluctantly took it from her.ย
โYouโre okay with this?โ Joe shot worried eyes at you. Stupidly so โ you were drunk. Youโd agree to do much dumber stuff if your best friend suggested it right now.ย
โIโve grown attached to the stick-figures.โ you shrugged at Joe, and he looked at the sign a second longer before using his teeth to open the sharpie and signing it with his autograph.ย
Anne turned to you. โStake burning postponed, indefinitely.โ It warmed your heart.ย
Joe turned his head at an angle to see what books you were wrapping up. They were all books you knew heโd bought from the store, or had read there, and he nodded approvingly. โHow else can I be of service? Should I sign some of the wrapped books, too?โ Joe was half joking, a little sarcastic, but youโd all had too many margaritas to catch it.ย
โOh my God,โ your best friend rolled her eyes. โMr Important over here thinks people want signed wrapping paper, like heโs the fucking author of all these books.โ She made eye contact with you, but then a second later, she snapped her head back at him. โActually, thatโs brilliant. Limber up that wrist, weโve already wrapped a tonne.โ
Not quite a tonne. But enough for you to think it was time to stop wrapping. Your friend started handing books to Joe, and you thought it was the perfect time to go for a quick toilet break.ย
โDraw shit on them too, do love hearts on a couple.โ You heard your friend order as you made your way to the breakroom.
Did you feel nervous leaving Joe alone with your friend and Anne? Not if theyโd been sober. With alcohol in the mix, this situation felt trickier to manage, it felt very unpredictable. But you werenโt going to squat down in a corner or bring them all into the bathroom with you just so you could stay in the room with them. You werenโt that drunk.
Just as you were about to make your way back, you caught them talking. And it was a bit like being butt-dialed. You had to sneak a listen for your ears to catch something that wasnโt meant for them. So, you paused by the door and eavesdropped.ย
โListen Iโm not going to beat around the bush, my guy,โ your friend only slightly slurred her words. โYou donโt understand, I would die for her.โ You heard Joe huff a laugh, which only egged your friend on. โI could give less of a shit of who you are, you could be a fucking prince and you still wouldnโt be good enough. I donโt care! If someone tried to shoot a gun at her, I would fling myself in front to catch that bullet if it means she gets to live.โ Your friend was overly dramatic, and you tried to will her to calm down telepathically. It didnโt work.
โNot Anne. Anne would kill for her.โย
โI donโt doubt it.โ Joe commented. You could only image the look Anne would be giving him right now.
Eavesdropping was fun, you thought.ย
โBut I need to know, and she wonโt tell me so youโre going to have to, did you fuck her on the stairs or-โ You slammed the door open with flat hands that slapped against the wood to announce your entrance back into the room. Maybe eavesdropping was not so fun, after all.ย
That evening you cleared a full display and piled all the wrapped books onto it with the autographed sign proudly stood up in the middle of it.ย
โFeel a bit li-like Christmas,โ you said through a hiccup, pointing at the stick-figure that was meant to be Eddie. โSanta.โ You said and laughed loudly at your own joke, convinced that alcohol really did make you funnier.
Anne and your best friend had just left, the margarita blender was empty, and your heart felt full. There was a little tidying to do still before bed, and you stumbled around to reach for the scraps of discarded wrapping paper and little balls of tape that stuck to the floor. Then you stood up whilst underneath a table, smashing your skull full forced into the hardwood underside of it.ย
โOw,โ was all you managed, a reaction far too small for the loud bang Joeโd heard.
โJesus Chr- okay. Letโs go.โ Joe grabbed you by your wrist, carefully moving you from underneath the table before pulling you in and embracing your head, kissing the spot of impact.
โIโm okay!โ you were quick to dismiss it. โYou wonโt be when the alcoholโs out of your system, babe.โย
โBabe,โ you repeated. Joe had never used a pet name on you before. โLetโs go upstairs.โ Joe guided you into the breakroom.ย
โLetโs go upstairs, babe,โ you giggled, mocking Joe, but totally accepting his guidance of you. Joe had to use two arms fully extended to push you up the stairs, because sometimes one of your legs wouldnโt be able to travel up the next step by itself and it would just dangle mid-air as you called Joe babe again, just because it was funny to push his buttons.ย
โStop it, before Iโll actually have a go at it on these stairs with you,โ Joe bit back, hinting at words from your friend he was sure she hadnโt been allowed to reveal to him, and he softly chuckled to himself.
โDonโt.โ you warned. โIโll plummet myself off them if you mention that again.โ The empty threat made him laugh louder.
Fighting you free of your clothes was a difficult task. You were a mess of limbs and huffs of laughter. All of it worked against Joe, and it felt a little like he was trying to rid a squirmy toddler of an outfit with tricky buttons and zippers but harder. Trying to get you to drink a tall glass of water wasnโt so hard. You gulped it down without a fight but did have to stop twice because you had to laugh at something you didnโt explain to Joe.ย
In bed, Joe asked you how drunk you really were. โStone cold sober, sailor!โ youโd used an accent Joe hadnโt heard from you before and youโd saluted him with your eyes closed.ย
Too drunk, Joe concluded.
โWeโll talk in the morning.โ Joe smiled, said good night, and gave you a kiss to the forehead that made you hum before you allowed sleep to take you.ย
Monday morning came too fast.ย
The awful taste in your mouth, almost mouldy feeling inside your head, hot legs under covers too thick โ it was all wrong. Nausea laid in wait, primed to activate on movement. You tried to sit up but were quickly fought back against the mattress by gravity, a low groan escaping your throat. You felt Joe move beside you. The mattress dipped in slightly and an arm found its way across your stomach.ย
โHow bad is it?โ Joeโs voice was deep and raspy, still coated with sleep.ย
โDonโt sit up. It's dangerous up there.โ You warned Joe through squinty eyes, like heโd been drinking the night before too. You tried to focus your eyes on your outstretched hands, but double vision turned them into two sets. They lifted, floated, crossed over and blurred as you held them still. You needed more sleep.
โMmmh,โ Joe buried his face deeper into the pillow. โWeโll do today horizontally.โ
Joe didnโt have anywhere to be until later in the afternoon. And youโd already decided the night before that youโd open shop whenever you felt like you could actually function to do so. You managed to get a little more sleep before the sun had lit up your bedroom enough for it to not be ignored anymore.ย
โLast night was fun,โ you recounted, breaking a silence that hadnโt asked to be broken.
โYea? Howโs your head?โ Joe knew you had to be in pain, both from the alcohol consumption leaving you dehydrated and from the way you bashed it into a table the night before.
โIโve not had any complaints.โ You joked, making yourself laugh more than Joe.ย
โLook at you! So quick on your feet, and that at,โ Joe checked the time. โTen past eight in the morning.โ Joe sarcastically commented, cooing you patronizingly.ย
โThanks, babe.โ You remembered everything from the night before, and Joe huffed a laugh through his nostrils.ย
A silence lingered where Joe found your hand in the sheets, propped your arm up onto its elbow next to his, and he let his fingers play. Delicate slow touching, soft tickles that barely grazed your skin. You felt a sharp pang in your chest as if shot by cupid himself, that little shit. It hurt, but it leaked out hot fluid that filled your whole chest. It resembled hot chocolate; thick, warm, sugary sweet, almost silky. And then it translated itself to your brain, and you were hit with a realization that terrified you.
โYou okay?โ Joe lifted his head from the pillow a little to look at you, sensing your shift in emotion.
โJust hung over, I guess.โ You lied and you let Joe continue to tickle your palm with the tips of his fingers. It was almost too intimate for you to bear.ย
โIโm sorry about last night,โ you suddenly said, surprising Joe. You were mostly apologizing for your friends, but youโd lie if you said you hadnโt egged them on when Joe hadnโt been looking.
โNo need to apologize. I should be the one saying sorry to you.โ Joe meant for what people seeing a picture of the two of you kissing had brought onto you.
โItโs not your fault.โ You meant the picture being taken in the first place.ย
โBut Iโm still sorry.โ Joe meant for what the picture had changed for you.ย
And that was enough. Youโd find a new routine, you were sure. So what if Joe wouldnโt be in your store all the time anymore? He could be there after hours as much as he wanted- as much as you wanted now. Joe didnโt have to sit in the armchair for three hours, rereading the same paragraph eight times because his real focus was on where your eyes were boring into him as you took every moment you could to stare at him from your spot behind the counter. Now he could just be in your bed with you and apologize for things he had no control over. You convinced yourself it would be just as fun.ย
โAbout what I said the other dayโฆโ Joe started, and something in his voice revealed a certain level of importance. You had an inkling about what he was referencing, but didnโt want to bring it up yourself, so you stayed silent. You heard Joeโs head move against the pillow as he turned to look at you again, and you realized he was waiting for you to speak.
โItโs okay, we decided you didnโt mean it.โ You pretended it was something Joe was also going to apologize to you for, and you hoped heโd drop it.ย
But Joe instead intertwined your fingers with his and held your hand, now turning onto his side to face you fully. You stayed put flat on your back and just turned your head to find his eyes. It was better because you still felt nauseous, but it was also better because it felt safer. Not as intimate, much less scary.ย
โWhat if I did mean them?โ he squeezed your hand tightly, as if you might take your chance to jump from the bed to get away from him.ย
โBecause it feels a lot like love,โ his voice was so close to a whisper, it felt like his words were barely even there.ย
Your breath hitched in your throat, as if it missed a step down the stairs, and you had to balance yourself and find your breath like lost feet below you. The words felt like another person in the room. A third wheel at the end of the bed that was staring at you in hopes of accepting them so they could stay there. You looked Joe in the eye, and all the emotions you found in there punched you right in the gut.ย
โThose are scary words, Joe.โ You confessed carefully.ย
โI know. But donโt run from them.โ Joe said and you could feel his hands squeeze yours a few times, tight fingers pulsing around your palm.ย
Joe was onto you, and the hand that wasnโt holding yours found your face and cupped around your cheek. You closed your eyes to his touch.ย
โIโm going to say more scary words. Embrace yourself.โ Joe said with a slight smile, and it instantly released more nervous, frantic butterflies in the pit of your stomach.
โThe first time I loved you was when you silently placed a cup of coffee next to me. I had just started wondering if I was overstaying my welcome, and then you just gave me a hot drink."
You silently blinked at Joe.ย ย
"The second time I loved you was when I was talking about you with your grandfather, and we looked at you and your mother hard a work for a little while.โ As you listened to Joe, the hot chocolate inside your chest was bubbling, threatening to tip over into the rest of your body and seep out of it, into the bed.ย
Joe wasnโt done yet, though.
โThe third time I loved you was when you called me Mr Quinn and gave me your phone number. I stuck that piece of paper in my wallet, and Iโve still got it in there. And the fourth time I loved you was when we had the photoshoot here and we were out front and I could see you in the breakroom, working behind your laptop and singing along to my playlist, just in your own world, undisturbed by whatever we had going on.โ Joe reminisced, looking up at the ceiling as he vividly remembered the sight of you.ย
โAfter thatโฆ all the times Iโve loved you sort of pile together into a big, sticky ball that bounces around my body when I look at you.โ Joe found your eyes. He was impossibly cute, and your face told him that you thought so. But there was more to find in your eyes. Joe said to not run from his words, so you very actively tried not to, but it proved almost too difficult.
โJoe, I canโt,โ you started, flipping the script, and scaring Joe with what you were saying. โI canโt be an addition toโฆโ you continued, searching for the right words. โโฆ to a system. Or an addition to an entity.โ You said, and Joe understood. โIโve barely even met him, really. I canโt suddenly be Joseph Quinnโs girlfriend.โ and like youโd grown accustomed to by now, whenever you spoke of the Joe who was in the public eye, you added the hand gesture that went along with it, but this time small and quick.ย
โYou wonโt be. Youโll be mine.โ Joe pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
It sounded so simple. You knew in theory it wouldnโt be, but it was tempting to play with the idea of simplicity for the two of you. Like it had been so simple, for so long. Too long.ย
You sat with Joeโs words for a minute, then suddenly turned over so you were now also on your side, facing Joe. You looked down at your clutching hands in between the two of you and swallowed thickly.ย
โThe first time I loved you was when you read Blindness in one day and came to tell me about it, only two days after we first met.โ Joeโs lips pursed into a small smile which encouraged you to keep going. You couldnโt look him in the eye for this, and you kept your gaze on your hands.ย
โThe second time I loved you was when you bought that book without checking to see what it was because you had missed the store-โ
โIโd missed you.โ Joe confessed sweetly, eyes twinkling like those of a naughty schoolboy.ย
โI fucking knew it.โ You scrunched your face at Joeโs, and you both giggled.ย ย
โThe third time I loved you was during that shoot, when you had to pose on a ladder, and you grabbed the book my grandfather used to read to me.โ Joe remembered how heโd found your face through the window, and youโd looked at each other for a second.ย
You suddenly frowned and sunk further into your thoughts. โBut what if it doesnโt work?โ you asked Joe, and your worry-filled eyes locked with his. โWhat if Iโm not equipped for this?โ and Joe caught your lip trembling before you quickly bit into it to hide it from him.ย
Joe leant back a bit, moving away to take in more of you, to read you fully. You looked frail. Breakable. He didnโt want to break you because he had seen what that was like. Joe thought back to that horrific day where you had processed your grandfatherโs passing in the bookstore, the event for different reasons almost as traumatic for him as it had been for you.ย
โSweetheart,โ Joe scooted back closer to you, moving until your foreheads were pressed together and your hands, still holding each other, were curled up tightly in between your chests. There was nowhere for you to look but directly into Joeโs big, brown eyes.ย
โItโs been working. Youโve no idea how well equipped you are, and youโll see. Youโll grow to see it, I promise.โ
You werenโt sure how Joe was so convincing. But he was.ย
โTell me you love me again,โ you asked, and Joeโs kiss came in hot an heavy. This time there was no lingering of his lips in front of your face, no waiting for you to close any gaps. Joe found your lips with his without hesitation and you loved him for it.ย
โI love you,โ Joe said into your mouth and followed it with little kisses that travelled from your mouth all over your face until they circled back again.ย
โI love you, I love you, I love you.โ
It was past noon when you opened the store. You were both there, coffees in hand, stood behind the counter. The morning of love left you with relaxed bodies, your hangover slowly curing and no worries about anything, for whatever you could think of. No worries for the rest of the day, no worries for other photos that were bound to be taken of the two of you together and no worries for the future. It felt all too blissful, and you let yourself soak in it.ย
You smiled at the display you put together the night before, the autographed sign looked so much more professional in your memory of creating it. Now it was mainly its sentimental value that kept you from replacing it for something without badly drawn stick-figures and obvious dried and wrinkled spots from where youโd spilled margarita on it.ย
Joe asked if you remembered pointing at the sign and calling one of the stick-figures Santa last night when the door opened.
โOh my God,โ a girl in her late teens early twenties had stepped in and from her wide eyes you gathered she hadnโt expected to actually see Joe there, in the flesh.ย
Joe kissed you on the back of the head quickly, as much out of sight as he could make his public display of affection before stepping around the counter towards her.ย ย
โHi, welcome, can I help you find a book youโre looking for?โย
And you got to stand back and watch him interact with her. Joe was quick to match her energy, was the one to initiate a hug and then hugged her close so she could really feel him- smell him. He posed for a selfie and then sold her a book from your display. His display. โYou wonโt know what youโre getting, but you do know that I drew that for you.โ He said, scrunching his face and pouting as he pointed at a little love heart on the wrapping paper that covered the novel. She was all smiles, and so were you.ย
Then she looked at you behind the counter and made her way over to pass you the mystery book Joe had picked out for her, and you rung her up.ย
โDid you manage to find everything you were looking for?โ you asked, and you saw Joe grin at you from behind her.ย
You had an inkling then that this was going to work out just fine. When the young woman walked out the store after giving Joe a short wave, Joe turned to you with outstretched arms.ย
โHey? That wasnโt so bad!โ he celebrated, and you laughed as you shook your head. โYouโre unbelievable.โย
โWill you be okay to do the rest of them yourself?โ Joe asked, stepping behind the counter and pulling you into him by your waist. โAre you asking me if Iโm going to be able to run my store?โ you feigned offense, making Joe grin. โGood, because Iโve got to run.โ He pressed a quick peck to your lips before picking up his coat from where heโd left it on the armchair the night before.
โThough, it wonโt be half as exciting without you here,โ you made eyes at Joe, knowing that if people were to find that selfie online, they were going to be coming in hoping to get one too.ย
โTell them Iโm in here all the time, theyโll come back and buy more.โ Joe said, arms swinging into his coat and stepping towards the door. โIโll be back before dinner.โย
โHey,โ you said, nodding your head up at him as you leant your arms wide on the counter, hanging in your shoulders. Joe stopped just before he stepped out and turned to look at you.
โI love you.โ Your voice laced thick with adoration as you bit your bottom lip in a smile. Joe squeezed one eye shut and stuck his arm out, catching your words with his hand, then pressing them tightly to his chest.ย
โI love you too.โ
the end.
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Thank you all for voting on my poll! I really appreciate everyone's feedback! It looks like the winner of the poll was the headcanon thing, but I think I underestimated how busy I'd be this week, so I'm going to do something a *little* different, and I picked the top 4!
HERE'S HOW ASK BOX TRICK OR TREATING IS GONNA WORK!
Anyone, whether you follow me or not, can send me an ask with the words "Trick or Treat!" Elsewhere in the ask, I want you to include one of the following emojis, and follow the rules based on that emoji!
๐ = A Random Halloween Headcanon.
In addition to the pumpkin emoji, please also indicate which character you'd like the headcanon to be for. I will be answering ONE per character, so this one will be limited entry. first come first serve! see below for who's still available before sending the ask!
Beelzebub | Asmodeus | Mammon | Barbatos | Simeon | Luke | Raphael | Michael
๐ป = Music Matchup!
Unlike the headcanon, this one is unlimited! Send me any character from Obey Me! and a genre of music you like along with the emoji and I will give you a song recommendation that fits that character based on what you asked for!
๐น = Movie Casting!
This one will also be unlimited! Along with the demon mask emoji, send me a movie (preferably a horror or halloween-related movie, but I'll do any kind!) and I'll cast it based on the Obey Me characters I think would fit the parts! (I will do this even if I haven't seen the movie!)
โ ๏ธ = A Meme!
All you gotta do is send the skull and cross bones and huzzah! You will be gifted with a random obscure meme from my personal collection. (needless to say this one is absolutely unlimited. I have hundreds of memes lol)
Entries can start at Midnight tonight! I will be accepting them all the way through 11:59 om Halloween! I will be pinning this post temporarily to the top of my page in order for the rules to be regularly seen.
For new followers, remember, I operate as an 18+ only blog. Even though this event will likely be kept pretty tame, I DO NOT INTERACT WITH MINORS. I also expect the rules to be followed, and no rude asks about the limits I've set for the headcanons. If you send in something that doesn't follow the rules, it will be deleted.
That being said...
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I look forward to many asks, and I am really excited to have some fun with this!
#obey me!#obey me#shall we date: obey me#OM!#obey me: one master to rule them all#obey me: shall we date#obey me: nightbringer#halloween#trick or treat#ask game
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camilo and mirabel ship variants ๐ฆ๐ฆ
credits to Meatballs_5U on twitter for the above art
so basically on the encanto proship twt, there are a few camilo x mirabel madrigal concept arts which shippers have given names and personalities. please click the read more to find out about them!
firstly, there is cariana ๐๐ they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:
carlos ๐ is older and more of a meaner version of camilo. he's more jaded and doesn't really make as many jokes, but his sarcasm is through the roof.
meanwhile mariana ๐ is a more determined/accomplished version of mirabel. she's very stubborn, almost to a fault, and she's the type to continue working despite being exhausted.
following is cesmari ๐ธ๐ท and they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:
in this variant, cesar ๐ธ is older and more intellectual. he's definitely a more serious version of camilo, and he can be quite obsessive to the point where it's almost manipulative (depending on your taste of how problematic you think the ship can be).
meanwhile maria ๐ท is also a more serious version of mirabel, however rather than being outcasted for having no gift, this variant is treated as overly delicate by her family as she's seen as someone that needs to be protected. she can also be underestimated quite often.
next is carisol ๐ฆ๐ฐ and they are based off the following concept arts of camilo and mirabel. they are different because Maskiered (Mish) on twitter was the first artist to discover them:
they are seen as younger variants, and their dynamic is like the trope best friends to lovers.
Edit 1/3/23: the og artist for this variant couple has stated that they prefer the name "Carlitos" rather than Cristian for ๐ฆ, so for future reference please respect the artist's wishes. [Source]
carlitos ๐ฆ is a more naive, innocent version of camilo, while marisol ๐ฐ is seen as the same to mirabel.
as mentioned before, twt artist Maskiered was the first to discover this ship and their art for carisol (as seen below) is some of the best, most accurate, portrayals of the two.
the next ship variant is carmiri ๐ฆ๐ฆ they were discovered by Meatballs_5U on twitter and they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:
carmelo ๐ฆ is seen as a more relaxed, slow and sluggish version of camilo. (i personally hc him to be a plant dad). he's not very smart but he's usually fairly content with his life and just feels lucky to be with his prima.
miriam ๐ฆ is definitely a girl boss, she's very accomplished and seen as intimidating and unapproachable. when it comes to carmelo though, she can be quite clumsy and personable - something she can really be vulnerable with him only.
as previously mentioned, twt artist Meatballs_5U first discovered this concept art ship for camilo x mirabel and some of their headcanons is that miriam is much taller than carmelo as well, showing a physical representation of their power dynamic. they also created the very first arts and portrayals for this ship, as seen below:
Edit 16/4/23:
the next few variant ships are more recent and in fact, Devil (or Honey Chouxcream) on twitter has a whole host of arts, emojis, and names for their milomira variants if you're interested; but the rest of this will be based on the other ships as Devil already made a few tweets outlining their own variants.
so the next variant ship is diomai ๐ถ๐ฅ and they were cooked up by artist @meltedvelita (who is also on tumblr and you should defs follow if you're interested and want to know more about the ship!) and this was their art of the two:
based off the artist's own headcanons, ๐ถclaudio (or just dio) takes after ๐คpepa a lot more in this au and he's like a mother hen wherein he gets easily anxious for his friends, especially his beloved prima ๐ฅmaite.
meanwhile ๐ฅmaite herself is quite oblivious and naive and has absolutely zero filter. she loves spicy foods and feels inadequate a lot of the time, something she's come to know as normal now.
the next variant ship is milche ๐ฆ๐ชฑ and they feature these specific concept arts of camilo and mirabel respectively:
these two are headcannoned as the youngest variants and they have a tom and jerry kind of dynamic wherein they're constantly trying to hurt each other cartoonishly and if it wasn't for the magic of Casita, there would definitely be more serious consequences to their shenanigans by now.
๐ฆchencho (or just che) definitely takes pleasure in torturing his prima and ๐ชฑmilena (or milly) doesnt let him get away with it.
they were thought up by @meltedvelita and iHrtDolores on twitter.
the next variant ship is sugarcane ๐ฆ๐ and they are based off these concepts of camilo and mirabel below:
๐ฆcanelo is the top far right!
๐ฆcanelo and ๐maya were born of an AU idea that @meltedvelita and I discussed where pepa, bruno, (we took their concept arts too and named them josie and bernie ๐) and felix ran away together to the jungles of encanto and they started a family of their own there. when the cracks start showing and the magic weakens, ๐maya, who is more reserved and proper as a result of an abuela that only focused on julieta's side of the family, sets out to try and find the rest of the family and reunite them - believing this will restore the miracle.
in the jungles however, ๐ฆcanelo hangs out all the time and he has the gift of invisibility, he's intrigued by his prima and treats her like cheshire cat does to alice (pretty much their entire dynamic) but with all the 50s monikers that he has come to love and she absolutely hates. he routinely calls her "sugar", and "doll", and "toots". as such their ship name became sugarcane! ๐ฆ๐
thank you to @clayxorel for letting me know that they actually made some variants too! i'm not sure what the emojis for them are yet, but their names are Crisรณstomo and Mara, and they can be found being initially discussed here.
above is Mara, and this is Crisรณstomo
their dynamic is apparently that they act like an old, married couple (bickering) but also there's actually been years of mutual pining too! Mara does have a gift, and it's invisibility, while Crisรณtomo's gift is to copy the gifts of his family members!
As I said before, these two were thought of by @clayxorel so if you have any questions or hcs feel free to contact them!
So for now that's all the camilo x mirabel concept art ships, or variants, as they're more commonly known.
I'll definitely add more to this and keep the post updated if any new variants or ships are discovered or given names and personalities. As of right now, all the different variants are shipped quite freely, with many art works on twt featuring different mirabel concept arts with different camilo ones, there are even many that feature selfcest for each character!
In any case, I hope this was informative and we get more shippers for these (and camilo x mirabel in general) on tumblr soon ๐
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20 Questions For Fic Writers
I was tagged by both @gretchensinister and @insufferablearchanist and am thus compelled by their charm and glamour to surrender my secrets! [grin]
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
93 at last count. It will probably stay at that number until 31 March 2024, which is when ROTG Hope Week starts. [I get a lot of mileage out of fandom events that are prompt-based.] My goal between now and the month of March is to complete or add to the chapter count of at least three of the multiple-chapter longfics I've got in various states of progress.
2. Whatโs your total word count?
AO3 says it's 220,945. I don't know if that counts chapters saved in draft on several of my works, which act as notes files for me. So I'm going to underestimate by a lot and say my word count is more than 200K and will leave it at that.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I'm most well-known for fics in the RISE OF THE GUARDIANS/GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD fandom and its subfandom Nightmare Dork University. in the last two years I've ventured into writing fics set in the milieu of DELTARUNE [the videogame by Toby Fox], but those fics are so far into the realm of AU country that I can't claim to "write for the DELTARUNE fandom".
4. Top 5 fics by kudos?
A CITIZEN OF THE UNIVERSE AND A GENTLEMAN TO BOOT, which is the first fanfic I posted on AO3 and is still in progress. It's set after the ROTG movie and involves plot threads from the GOC books, as well as featuring several characters from the Rankin/Bass holiday specials.
"Fleecy Shining Streaming Gleaming/Gimme A Mare With Hair", a giftfic based on a prompt from the ROTG Kinkmeme on Dreamwidth from years agone. Still in progress; my giftee is ***extremely*** patient. [sob]
[[ATTIC]] [[NEST]] [[HOME]], my first DELTARUNE fanfic, set in an AU created by @penbwl and featuring the Swatchton pairing.
"A Temptation Averted", set in my Six Guardians AU series, and apparently everybody's favourite of my ROTG Blackice stories, probably because it's so schmoopy.
CALL SIGNS. Ah, CALL SIGNS. The mammoth fic that has eaten most of my current brain capacity, to the point where I have dreams about it. [and plans for sequels] It was supposed to be so simple. A "what if" story where two DELTARUNE characters met in a human!AU and at a different point in their timelines than they did in-game. Then it suddenly roared to life as a whole sequence of events lifted from my own experiences, spread out over an ever-increasing number of protagonists, not to mention featuring cameos from NDU characters. I wrote it to be accessible to people who haven't played the game and had no familiarity with the characters, and I've been told I've succeeded. I expect it will move up in the kudos count the longer it runs... so far it's the highest word-count work I have ever written. EVER.
5. Do you respond to comments?
99.9999% of the time, yes. [see the answer to questions 8 and 11]. I love comments... short comments, long comments, comments that are nothing but emojis and keysmashes, comments that are well-thought-out analyses. As long as the comment is offered in good faith, I'll answer it.
6. Whatโs the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
If we're being strictly literal with the use of the word "ending", then it's a toss-up between "His Days Like Crazy Paving", "Exit", and
"Making Fire".
7. Whatโs the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
So many of my stories are windows into my characters' "middles", rather than having narrative endings, and I tend to the fluph side of the writing scale. So here's a sampling of one-shots that conclude on a happy note... "Caterpillar", "Starmeadow", "Your First Memory Of All", "Bedtime Story", and "Centres Small And Still".
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I've never gotten out-and-out hate on fics. I *have* had someone react negatively when they wanted to use my comment space to plug fics they had written in fandoms I wasn't interested in and I said as much in reply.
9. Do you write smut?
On occasion. I *enjoy* smut... a lot... but I read more smut than I write. "The Joy Of First Flight" is probably my most explicit work to date, and even that is not terribly steamy.
10. Do you write crossovers?
Again, on occasion. CITIZEN ended up being a crossover about halfway in, surprising me rather completely. CALL SIGNS features cameos from other fanon characters, but isn't technically a crossover. AND FEAR AS MY COMPANION is the only work I've written with the initial intent of being a crossover between RISE OF THE GUARDIANS and DOCTOR WHO.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of. I **have**, however, fallen victim to being fooled by AI bots writing what I thought were truly sincere and sweet comments, which I foolishly answered before realizing the truth. Still kicking myself for how gullible I was, but it was at a low point in my confidence as a writer and I was starved for reassurance.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Into a language other than English? Not that I've been informed about. However, someone did make a podfic of my drabble "Hope In A Storm", if that counts as "translation" rather than "transformation".
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I've collaboratively tossed ideas around with @ksclaw and @piratekingpitchblack that have made their way into character development and plotlines for more than a few Nightmare Dork University stories.
14. Whatโs your all-time favorite ship?
HOW CAN I CHOOOOOOOOOOOOSE?
The one that started it all, that punched me in the gut not even twenty minutes after I saw RISE OF THE GUARDIANS for the first time, was Blackice. I devoured then and continue to devour now every Blackice shipfic I can get my little paws on. From there, once I found the NDU subfandom, it was NDU StageFright all the way, although it's now running neck-and-neck with NDU Nightmare Galleon as far as fics I've written. And currently, I have a very active Tumblr tag labelled "i have fallen down the swatchton sinkhole don't even try to rescue me", if that gives any hints.
15. Whatโs a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?
I am realllllllllllllllllllly hoping that I can get inspiration for "Sweater Weather" going again.
16. What are your writing strengths?
RESEARCH.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Falling into the timesink that research leads to. [sob]
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
That hasn't come up in any of my fics so far, other than throwing gratuitous Italian into dialogue for my OC Mama Michelina.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
If you don't count the self-insert novelization of YELLOW SUBMARINE that I wrote when I was fourteen, then ROTG would be the first fandom I've written for.
20. Favorite fic youโve ever written?
That's a toughie. The most ***personally satisfying*** fics I've written have been "Deal The Cards", which is a love letter to one of my favourite relatives, now deceased, and "Which Witch", one of the few times a story came pouring out of me without needing to be edited to shreds.
I am hesitant to tag people because when I've done so in other ask games, it has often backfired on me. I love all my mutuals and don't want anyone to feel left out. Therefore.....
WHOEVER READS THIS AND WANTS TO PLAY, CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED.
#ask game#writeblr#the writing life#sylph writes#fanfiction has eaten my brain#rise of the guardians#nightmare dork university#deltarune
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How about ๐ฌ for whoever you feel like writing for?
~ heart-of-aspiration ๐
Emoji prompts: ๐ฌ - something sweet
So this one ended up taking longer than I thought it would because I ended up getting carried away. It's about something sweet in multiple meanings of the word- both literally with Bruce doing some baking and emotionally with some cute domestic things
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1380 words
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โAre you sure this was a good idea?โ Alex asks from where she perches on one of the wooden stools in Wayne Manorโs kitchen.ย
โWhy wouldnโt it be?โ Bruce asks, closing the oven door.ย
โBruce, you are the love of my life and incredibly talented at so many things. But cooking has never been your strong suit,โ she points out.ย
Thereโs a reason that Alfred used to do most of the cooking. With him gone, Bruce and Alex have both stepped up to do more, and for once in her life Alex is pretty sure that sheโs a better cook than someone. Bruce can handle the simple stuff just fine, but somehow even with a recipe his meals always seem just the slightest bit off. And thatโs assuming he doesnโt end up accidentally burning or undercooking anything.ย
โItโs not cooking, itโs baking,โ Bruce corrects.ย
โRight. Two completely different things that you surely wonโt have similar problems with,โ Alex says.ย
Bruce rolls his eyes. โI have this handled, love, this isnโt the first time Iโve made cookies. And when theyโre good, you can tell me about how sorry you are for underestimating me.โ
โAlright,โ Alex relents.ย
If nothing else, watching Bruce mix the cookie dough has been fun. Alex always thinks that heโs handsome, but thereโs something about how he looks with the sleeves of his button up shirt rolled up to his elbows. Thereโs a little bit of flour spattered against the black material of his shirt, an accident from him mixing the ingredients together a little too quickly.ย
Itโs a good look for him. Maybe if these cookies come out well he should start baking more.ย
Though Alex still isnโt sure why Bruce decided to bake cookies today. He told her he was going to like it was something normalโ like theyโre a regular couple who does things like this.ย
Itโs nice. But itโs also weird.
Alex knows that sheโs not forgetting their anniversary or any other relationship milestones. Itโs not anyoneโs birthday. But there has to be a reason why Bruce is doing this. It's so peacefully mundane that it feels like there has to be some kind of meaning behind it.
The ovenโs alarm rings before Alex can figure out why Bruce was in the mood to bake. Heโs quick to retrieve them from the oven, and the smell of freshly baked cookies washes over them.
โMmm. They smell good,โ Alex comments, getting up from her seat.ย
โThey should taste even better,โ Bruce replies. โOnce they cool down, you get first choice from them.โ
Alex comes up behind Bruce, wrapping her arms around his middle. She kisses the side of his neck. โThank you, bat.โ
โYouโre welcome.โ Bruce leans back a little against her. โAre we going to stay like this until the cookies cool?โ
โI think so. Unless you have any objections?โ
โHrn.โย
Alex doesnโt need to see to know that Bruce is rolling his eyes. He pretends to be annoyed when she makes jokes around her being a defense attorneyโ though this one wasnโt intentional.ย
The cookies do look good from here at least. They're chocolate chip ones, and the chunks of semi-sweet chocolate dotted through them look like theyโd melt in her mouth. Alex is tempted to reach past Bruce and grab one, but she knows to wait. Sheโs sure theyโll still warm in a couple of minutes, and there's no point in touching something too hot to handle right now.
Whatโs warm right now is Bruce in her arms. He always seems relaxed when Alex holds him like this. Itโs nice to think that he finds her presence comforting, especially because she feels the same way about him.ย
โI think theyโre ready,โ Bruce says after a moment, turning his head so that his nose brushes against her temple. โTake your pick.โ
Alex unlatches from behind him and grabs a cookie from the right side of the baking sheet. Itโs warm to the touch, and sheโs admittedly excited to try it. As much as she still doubts Bruceโs cooking skills, he seems convinced this will be good and she's inclined to trust him.ย
Alex takes a bite of the cookie, and Bruceโs attention is sharp on her.ย
She was right to trust him. This is a good cookie. The edges are a little crispy, but the middle is soft and the chocolate chips dotted through it melt in her mouth. Itโs sweet but not overpoweringly so.ย
Bruce picks up a cookie of his own. โDo you like it?โ
โItโs really good,โ Alex says.
โI think you owe me a apology for doubting my baking skills earlier,โ he teases.
โI was doubting your cooking skills. Like you said, those are two different things.โ
Bruce takes a bite from his cookie, a wry expression on his face. Heโs both cute and annoying when he knows he caught someone in something. โAh, so you agree now?โ
โYouโre very lucky youโre pretty because you can be a pain to deal with sometimes,โ Alex states.
โI know,โ he replies. โBut I think youโd like me no matter what.โ
Alex would. Itโs hard to imagine ever not adoring Bruce. And as she finishes her cookie and reaches over for another, she thinks that sheโs lucky he loves her too.ย
โYou know,โ Bruce says after a moment, โI used to make these cookies with my mother.โ
โReally?โ
โReally,โ he repeats. He nudges Alexโs arm with his elbow. โWhich is why I was saying that I could handle baking these. Though Iโll admit that Iโm out of practice.โ
โWell, you did a very good job,โ Alex compliments. "And I'm sorry about before."
โThank you. But you don't need to apologize. You had reason to be cautious.โ
They stand in silence for a couple seconds, Bruce reaching for another cookie.ย
โIs there any reason you decided to make them again now? Since it sounds like you havenโt made them in a while,โ Alex says.
โNot really.โ Bruce takes a bite, catching a couple of falling crumbs in his other hand. โI thought youโd enjoy them.โ
โI do.โ
Alex is pretty sure thereโs more to it than that. But she doesnโt push. She knows Bruce well. Neither of them like talking about their feelings. It always feels awkward and too vulnerable. Itโs easier to talk nowโ especially with the two of them having been married for years. But putting feelings into words is hard, and she isnโt going to force him to keep talking. That would only make him close off more.ย
So Alex waits. If he wants to say anything else he will.ย
Bruce doesnโt say anything else until heโs finished the cookie, going over to the sink to rinse any spare crumbs off of his hands. โMaking these was something that we did as a family, even if my father didnโt usually help us make them. So I wanted to share this with you.โ
For a moment, Alex isnโt sure how to respond. Sheโs never been good at emotional displays. Thatโs part of why she and Bruce work so well. Theyโre both awkward and have trouble with putting their feelings into words, but they can understand when the other is trying to show them they care in their own way.ย
But this is something special. She already knew that it was when Bruce said he made these with his mother, but this is even more than that.
Theyโve been married for years now. Alex knows that Bruce loves her and that theyโre a family. This, though, feels normal. Like something a family that wasnโt a pair of workaholic vigilantes would do. Itโs soft, and itโs sweeter than the cookies themselves are.ย
โThank you so much. I love you,โ is all that Alex can think to say. Sheโs not sure that itโs enough to show just how important this is to her, but this should do the job well enough.
โI love you too,โ Bruce says.ย
โMaybe next time we can make them together,โ Alex suggests.ย
He gives a dry laugh in response. โYou hate cooking with people.โ
โItโs baking, remember?โ She moves to give Bruce a quick kiss. The taste of chocolate lingers on his lips. โAnd if itโs a family tradition, Iโm willing to give things a shot if you are.โ
#my writing#asks#heart-of-aspiration#๐ฆ batrimony#โ ๏ธ alex#๐ฆ#thanks for the ask!#i think this might be the longest thing i've written for here so far#safeship#selfship#selfship fic
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I have a lot of ocean idiot questions for the ask game, mostly about Heather and Willow, sorry if it's too many
For Heather: ๐ง ๐ ๐ ๐ช๏ธ
For Willow: family (the emoji didn't appear for me) ๐คฅ ๐ท๏ธ ๐ญ โ๏ธ
For all of Delta's crew: ๐ค
Alrighty! We've got a few here so let's crack in
Heather:
do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?
Hmm, I think she has a few lockets and mementos from when she was little, but they're more for their locks, not sentimentality. She'd be pissed if they were gone, but she could buy something better.
how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?
Heather's temper is pretty awful, I think that she'll quick let off some steam and yell at like. Charles. But generally she's a "going to plot your demise and the exact means of your death" sort of person. Those who repeatedly get on her bad side and stand in her way tend to be... dealt with.
what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?
Worst? Probably that the new goddess of the ocean is the girl that controlled the water and knows where her shop is.
what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?
Oh man, not much really? The main shift was her motivation. Before she was just a mermaid hunter (in her original incarnation) but then we wanted her to have motive and thus, her blood obsession and fear of aging/death. I think that's the thing that's changed the most, her depth.
Willow:
what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?
I'll be honest here, I'm not sure. I imagine that Willow came from a decently sized family but struck out on her own and lost contact somewhere along the line. Whether or not they're still alive? Well... I'm not holding my breath.
are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?
A decent enough liar, she'll lie by omission more often than not. But she'll start to trail off her sentences as she tries to think of what she can or cannot say.
what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
I think Heather in a lot of ways. Heather getting her hands on her crew, Heather getting her hands on her, etc. It's her biggest regret. On the more mundane end I think she's probably a bit spooked around cats which makes the ship's cat a bit of a sticking point.
do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
Hmm... I think she'll play up the "drunken pirate" thing around strangers so they underestimate her
what do people assume about them? are they right?
That she's a washed up drunk that Delta keeps around out of pity. Very much not the case. Yes she is a "functioning" alcoholic but she's a trusted advisor and a keen strategist. She's been Delta's aunt essentially for years and they have a deep trust in one another.
Whole Crew
are they good at singing?
Delta: absolutely fucking not
Willow: Eh? If raspy is your thing ig
Jackie: Can carry a pretty decent tune I think
Ilia: Lovely voice, hella shy
Ryker: Yep!
Raya: Nope!
Lewis: Surprisingly deep resonant voice. Breaks it out on rare occasion
Sylvia: No one knows and no one will ever know
Argo: Good all around voice, nothing special but the most prone to breaking into a shanty
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tip 5 internal organs
amazing. thank you.
#5 Thyroid - this crazy bitch! my whole life I thought the thyroid was a useless organ that didn't do much like the appendix or the tonsils until mine exploded in 2019 and I learned just how busy the thyroid actually is. she taught me the importance of not underestimating people or glands.
#4 Heart - without her we would have no heart emojis. or any blood moving through our bodies.
#3 Liver - I enjoy that she's a big heavy sheet just sneakily slotted in there amongst the others. And she's busy! also livers are one of my favourite foods
#2 Gallbladder - who wouldn't love a bladder with gall. The liver's righthand man, silly rabbit, etc. she seems to mostly mind her own business otherwise, which is a respectable trait since so many other organs love causing problems (looking at you, entire digestive system).
#1 Tongue - She gives us so much. Provides our connection to so many various avenues of pleasure. also my sister has a trick where she can make a perfect butt shape with her tongue and I think it is soooo funny
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A Butlers Duty
Pairing(s); MC x Barbatos
Fic type; Angst
Trigger warnings; One sided crush, barb has a panic attack
Ever since barbatos came to serve diavolo he knew his role well; a butler that tended to almost all of needs. And barbatos was fine with this arrangement, tending to the prince filled Barbatos with joy; but like most of his inhabitants of the devildom he had his own doubts about the exchange program diavolo had thought of. Despite putting the human under the protection of the 7 brothers there was still a chance this plan to reunite the three realms could go terribly; but even he knew at some points you canโt talk diavolo out of something and the only thing he could do is hope and trust that diavolo knew what he was doing.
As the exchange plan went on Barbatos definitely had underestimated the human, they had proven they were more than capable of surviving and in fact made quite pleasant company, the many afternoons they had spent together with Barbatos serving them fresh sweets with a carefully picked blend of tea for them to enjoy as they recounted the various squabbles and events that happened in the mansion with a fond smile on his face. Eventually though Barbatos fell into a similar pattern, seeking out the human, sleepless nights just thinking about them. Barbatos had fallen for the exchange student.
Since that moment Barbatos hadnโt gotten a single night of good sleep, the thoughts in his mind had been filled with the transfer student and he couldnโt get rid of them, their smile, their simple little gestures and habits, the way their eyes lit up when they talked about things they cared about, he never thought a human could have a hold on him like this but as usual the transfer student surprised him. While preparing to leave RAD the human had come up to him asking him to teach them how to bake, according to them beel had eaten all of belphieโs sweets and beel wanted to make it up to him. Stifling back a chuckle that threatened to emerge he nodded
โIt would be a pleasure to teach you how to bake Y/N.โ
Eventually the day they had both decided on rolled around and everything had started off normal, until you had once again filled his thoughts, how he so badly wanted to wrap his arms around your waist as he held you close to him listening to your soft hums that escaped your lips as he placed gentle kisses on your neck, snapping out of his fantasy he noticed he had slipped some vegetable oil on the floor he had just mopped. Fighting back the urge to sigh out his frustration he went to go retrieve something to clean it up, though it seemed to have slipped his mind to tell you as when you walked towards him you slipped on it your body falling forward. Barbatos quickly caught you his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you steady; as he was about to utter out an apology he noticed how right your body felt in his arms, the way your scent and warmth engulfed him made him only fall deeper into whatever spell you had cast on him. Regaining his composure he made sure you were steady on your feet again before bowing
โPlease excuse me for a second Y/Nโ
Quickly and tightly shutting one of the many bathroom doors in the castle he sighed and leaned against the doorframe closing his eyes.
โWhat am i doing?โ
He muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair; just what was that back there? How did he lose his composure to easily back there. Was he really that weak to Y/N? Maybe..maybe they had the same thoughts as him back there, but as usual his mind couldnโt even entertain the thought before reality set in. There was no way Y/N could like them back, he was merely a butler who spent all day serving a prince. He couldnโt provide and make time for them like they deserved. Hearing a ding on his device he pulled it out of his pocket and saw a text from Y/N, merely asking if they were okay followed by an emoji causing a smile to spread on his lips, even in these moments they were still thinking about him; how cute. He texted back that he was okay and he would be back in a few seconds. Slipping the device back into his pocket he exited the bathroom. He was usually the type to give up easily but for you he was willing to put in the work to have you.
As time went on Barbatos couldnโt deal with these one sided feelings and knew he needed to start dropping hints. He had planned to do some subtle flirting over their usual tea time before he overheard your voice mixed with diavoloโs. He peaked his head out from the kitchen to see you and diavolo talking about something, but he knew that look on the princeโs face, he had seen it on multiple other beings and one he had been given you for the past few weeks; Diavolo also had feelings for you. Dread immediately filled his stomach as he quickly went back to the kitchen setting the tray down he slammed his hands down on the counter. He couldnโt breathe; ringing filled his ears as his hands tightly clenched the marble beneath them. After about a minute and the feelings passed he left out a heavy choked breathe. After he was able to get his breathing under control he sighed.
You, you have no idea how much he loves you, his days had become so much brighter since you had come to the devildom; he would be willing to fight the three realms to have you. But with somebody like his young lord courting you he canโt even compete, he was just..a butler in comparison, one who couldnโt give you the attention and care you deserved. No matter how much he wanted you, he couldnโt have you. Sighing he gently gathered the tray again and walked towards the pair with his usual slime on his face
โYoung lord, would you like to join me and Y/N for our tea time today?โ
He asked but just as diavolo was about to interject barbatos interrupted
โPlease my lord, i insistโ
Unable to argue with his butler diavolo nodded, barbatos led them to the royal guardians as he heard the chatter amongst the transfer student and the prince in the back before he started to set the table for the two of them. Setting down two cups of tea and a tower of sweets he left the two of them to their devices as he went to go clean up the kitchen. As he washed the dishes he sighed, he wasnโt going to lie and say it didnโt hurt; but maybe there was a timeline where you were together and that would have to satisfy him. Since if you and his lord were happy in this timeline that was how it would have to be, since he was a butler; and his masters needs came before his own.
#obey me barbatos#obey me angst#obey me fic#barbatos x mc#barb has a breakdown but itโs okay#this took a lot longer than i thought it would#one sided crush#oh look itโs time to yearn
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Hello lovely girl ๐ for the emoji ask game can you do โ๏ธ, ๐ and ๐ pretty pls?๐
HII DEAR๐ซถโจ
โ๏ธ: I love winter and my favorites things might be pretty basic, but I just love to stay at home and do every cozy activity possible. Hot chocolate? Sign me in. Making cookies? Already bough the dough. Wanna stare at the snow falling? Sure, till my eyes grow tired. Also, I love snowy panoramas, I love going on ski tracks and sitting down, just contemplating, since I canโt ski anymore.
๐: Again, maybe basic, but I love roses, you pick the color, but roses. It is because roses are my grandmaโs favorite flower and how she used to call me when I was little (โpiccola rosaโ).
๐: I have so many now that I think about, but I want to share those two:
1. Never underestimate your abilities. When you actually (for real and not just that you read it and you are โah okโ, no. You need to internalized it, print it on your forehead if needed) realize that you can do absolutely anything if you put your mind into it, you become your best self. Or at least, you start to walk in that direction. There is nothing stopping you beside yourself and your mentality. The sooner you realize the better.
2. Another life lesson that is part of my values is that you shouldnโt settle. You shouldnโt aim to the bar minimum, in friendship as for romantic relationships. You deserve someone that brings peace, not problems. Find someone that looks at you like you are the sole soul in the room, that gives you smiles as warm as the sun, that can make you laugh till you have no breath. Find someone that loves you. Life is short. Grow old with the right people. And yes, you also have to put effort, relationships arenโt something passive, you are not a vegetable that they have to fed.
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๐ (it took me way too long to find the emoji ๐ญ)
Heh, I feel you- sometimes it's like you're scrolling through the emoji list forever to find the right one.
Okay- as a fellow Kierarktina fan, here's one that pops into my head quite often and that I daydream about.
It's a novella-length story set between The Dark Artifices and The Wicked Powers and switches between Mark, Cristina and Kieran's POV. It basically follows the three of them as they juggle life with their new relationship and understand their new respective places in the world.
Kieran, obviously, is coming to grips with being Unseelie King, and is learning how he wants to rule without resorting to the cruelty that his father resorted to- at the same time, the Unseelie Court has some rather unsavoury characters who are watching to see how Kieran proceeds. Additionally, there's hints from the Seelie Court that they're planning something (as hinted at in SOBH) and Kieran is also having to deal with the fact that the First Heir is apparently growing in his powers.
(there is a lot of faerie politics of the nasty kind because that is my jam, and also I have just come off reading Holly Black's TFOTA)
Mark's storyline is heavily intertwined with the Clave-in-exile and his new role at the Shadowhunter-Downworlder Alliance in New York. He's having to deal with life again as a Shadowhunter, while still dealing with the trauma around life in the Wild Hunt, and also with the unspoken prejudice that many nephilim still have around Downworlders. But he finds a lot of allies in the NY Downworld - Maia and Lily definitely (because they are also some of my favs) and at the NY Institute with Clary and Jace.
Cristina's storyline is a little hazier, which I kind of hate- but if I end up writing this ever (lol) she will get just as satisfying story as the two boys because I hate it when that's not the case for supposed 'love interests'. I feel like it involves her making peace with her family - because I feel that was an open storyline that never got resolved in TDA, and also, a lot of people underestimating her and her cutting them down (politically, physically) in a devastating way. :D
(Writing Ask Game)
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When we got back to the rental, everyone commented about how pretty the slopes were lit up by colored lights. No sooner than the words came out of our mouths, music in the distance grabbed my ear. I walked a few steps toward the street to find where it came from and saw more lights off in the distance. Something was happening, and I beckoned my family to follow me as I walked toward the lights.
The closer we got, I realized it was yet another festival! Looks like we came on the right weekend. They decorated the area in front of the ski lift with festive lights. Tall statues made to look like snow sculptures illuminated by colorful lights towered above us. Of course, the food vendors were there, too. Every now and then, fireworks would go off. Whatever they celebrated, I wanted in!
Turns out they celebrated the snow! How appropriate seeing as how it's always around. Plus, it's the biggest reason people even travel to this world.
Alessia grabbed my hand and dragged me with her.
"Let's build a snow pal," she shouted.
Later, I saw Luca and Ali having a snowball fight. Luca was so mad because Ali kept tagging him. He even got him in the face a few times! I wanted to call foul because I can't have my boy's cute face messed up. But Ali was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. That put a smile on my face. Besides, let that be a lesson for Luca. Never underestimate your elders!
Less and I finished our snow pal. She went for a punk style. It was pretty rad, heh.
"Let's make snow angels!"
I love her excitement right now. She's like a little kid again, and it's giving me life! I'm soooooo glad I got the idea for this trip. It's just what we needed.
I chose a spot away from her and our snow punk rocker to make my snow angel. It just happened to be right in center of the action, but I didn't care. All snow is fair game!
"Ummm... You do realize you're in the line of fire, right?" Ali asked.
"Ha! My son would NEVER throw snow at me!"
He snorted. "Oooookaaaaaay!"
"Let's switch sides," Luca said.
"See? He loves me," I said.
But their switching sides meant I was now in Ali's line of fire, so I got out of there quickly. I'm sure he'd love to hurl a few balls at me even in jest.
Alessia sat at a table, sipping hot tea from the vending machine. She's already super gorgeous, but when she smiles... I love to see it!
"This place is really cool, Mom. Thanks for taking us here."
"Of course, babe. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
"Can we come back?"
"Sure! We'll visit again whenever you want."
"Sweet!"
She ran off to the vending machine to purchase something else.
While she was gone, I checked my messages since I hadn't looked at my phone all day. Dwayne had sent me an encouraging message this morning. He probably assumed we'd be on the slopes again. Isn't it crazy that I had convinced myself for so many years that I could never be in a relationship with him and made up all kinds of excuses for why we would never work, but now I'm sending him heart emojis and telling him how much I miss him. Life is funny that way.
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extra dose of screenshots! just to make sure i don't forget why i made them because as you probably noticed the last batch didn't have many thoughts XD
we are going over eps 22 and 23, eventful eps if i may say so myself
1 - "what is personal space?" god i love how close zishu stands like, he could absolutely stand a little further and still block wkx, but instead he is almost bumping into his chest. seriously it gives me pure joy looking at them
2 - a beautiful scenery with our beautiful ah-xu. *sigh~ took that ss to potentially use it as my desktop wallpaper, because (i had this convo on discord) i can't use proper fandom wallpaper since i use my laptop at lectures.
3 - unwelcomed guest interjects. shenshen seriously, why didn't you just stay inside?
4 - i will never stop being in love with this scene. i love how zishu helps him to lay down safely. tho i gotta say that the ss doesn't do it justice and you simply must watch the original scene
5 - fierce look while protecting his shidi (look idk why my laptop doesn't have the holding back tears emoji, but if it did i'd have used it here)
6 - i said this before and i will say this again, but this is some proper spirk handholding right there uwu
7 - back to our regularly scheduled "heartbreaking expressions of wkx"
8 - look at cao weining! look at his silly happy face! what a sweet child! don't we all wish we had someone like that in our lives-- *sobs~
9 - i know OUCH but also i love this subtle way to remind us of the reality of things (i always appreciate when writers don't underestimate the audience's intelligence by overexplaining and this is the perfect example of how to remind us without doing that). ALSO the panic on ah-xu's face. also, i have a whole thing here, because a discord friend said that ah-xu here was trying to hide the symptoms which i don't fullly agree with. i think that it was sort of aha! moment for ah-xu when he realized how bad it has gotten. because when you live with declining senses they decline gradually and you barely notice (but then there is something that you kinda punches you and you realized how much your senses have declined - tho i'm milking this from my experience of worsening sight and can't really speak for taste) tho imo for tastes and smells of familiar things (like liquor here) your brain would sort supply what it remembers them to be like. so to cut it short, i think it's also that kind of a moment for ah-xu
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๐ค, ๐, ๐, ๐ชค and ๐ช for rome, marlo and ness
๐, ๐, ๐ฃ and ๐ซ for adonis
and๐ง for. idk an oc of your choice. or more than one oc of your choice. up to you! i am just asking for little a angst, as a treat
emoji questions
damn. ok
๐ค SLEEPING: do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?
MARLO: no, and they have a hard time staying asleep. thatโs just trauma, babeโa combination of a circadian cycle warped by the valley campaign, paranoia, and in the event of they dream at all, nightmares. the best remedy theyโve found is sleeping interlocked with someone theyโre close with, which is an infrequent luxury but does help negate the paranoia.
ROME: i donโt think she has any particular difficulty or ease in getting there, though like the average inkling sheโs a late riser. she has a proper wind-down routine (no phone before bed, warm cup of decaf tea, that kind of thing) because one can take only so many years of frantic travel schedules and repetitive hotels before they break and do something about it.
NESS: thereโs a joke that, since heโs an ornate sleeper-ray, he can just conk out on command; it isnโt really that easy, but he is prone to dozing off. he could catch some Zs just about anywhere but, naturally, it helps just to be in his own bed, or read in order to wind down.
๐ SEE NO EVIL: whatโs a side of your oc that they donโt want to show other people?
MARLO: frankly, all of them. iโm fond of saying marlo is a faรงade all the way down and itโs true. theyโre capable of just about anything under the right circumstances; it just depends on who theyโre talking toโthey're ashamed of just about every part of themself and, if they're bothering to hide it at all, do their best to tailor-make themself for others' sake.
ROME: she markets herself on acting prim and demure and inoffensive, but she's bitter and sour and has a lot of anger bottled up. it's an authenticity she doesn't have the luxury of, and at this point wouldn't know how to wrangle if she did.
NESS: his own moral ambiguity. he doesn't want you knowing how cunning or manipulative he has the capability of being, or the fact that his past doesn't haunt himโstaying underestimated grants him a lot more room to move laterally and get his job done. but at the same time he doesn't want to invite misunderstanding: just because he has the know-how doesn't mean he likes it.
๐ MILKY WAY: what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
MARLO: itโs gonna sound kind of wild, but marlo was originally a self-insert. iโd started playing with a friend and gone... โbut what if my player character was Agent 3?โ and it went from there. that contributed to a lot of their background & physicality. otherwise, itโll make a lot of sense to hear that i wanted to push the bounds of just how serious i could take the campaignโthat was their inspiration and it also shaped every other foundation about them, to make sure the campaign and its core conflict would tear them down as thoroughly as it could. they were, in the truest sense, doomed from the start.
ROME: rome was drawn from the aforementioned friendโs player character, because i had to have someone for marlo to live with during the campaign & saw fit to combine my and marloโs introduction to inkopolis. at this point, she had a name, gearset, little sister, and relationship with marlo, and that was all. it wasnโt until last year that i set about bringing her back... and because i had just removed marlo from the rp circle iโd written in and had to fill some gaps asap. (you can actually watch my friend playing as her in this old jaymoji video)
NESS: he. didnโt really have one. iโd kept trying to make Agent 4 ocs for months at this point but none of them had stuck or resonated, until i gave up and dumped my entire job path and personality into one & had someone to bounce him off (his roommate & co-founder). heโs kind of the inverse of marlo in that he inherited from me all the things they didnโt. iirc his foundations are (1) his job and (2) his connection to egyptian myth. thatโs... about it.
๐ชค MOUSE TRAP: what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?
MARLO: it's quicker to ask what wouldn't; danger doesn't often factor into marlo's decision-making these days. death and power and praise are equal prizes in their mind, and even if that weren't the case, their experiences as an agent warped their idea of what even counts as dangerous to begin with. it's literally just tuesday for them.
ROME: nothing short of revenge, or something like itโshe prides herself on being cunning and prudent enough not to fall for that sort of thing, and not much matters to her more than her own self-preservation. but rome did very much endanger herself in the name of finding closure & as a means to vent her own raw fury (and never quite realized that's what drove her).
NESS: theoretically, not much: he's very far past the point of wanting to risk his life for just about anything. but at the same time he's a sucker for the extraordinary and wants to know everything. consider the fact he thinks of marlo as both an inherent danger and an inherent fascination, and his relationship to them varies depending on which has more weight at the time; he wants to be a part of their legend, even if it's gonna kill him.
๐ช KNIFE: how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?
MARLO: we don't have time to unpack all of that. others' health (mental & physical), no matter their proximity or importance, don't... usually matter to marlo, except where it impairs them. but they do blame themselfโat lengthโfor the hurt they themself cause, and hurt is usually the outcome of that exact attitude, so yes, but no. they're capable of demonstrating care and empathy, but in effect they often trivialize others' pain because they're so numb to their own (and instead complain about how much worse off they are).
ROME: either a freeze response or activation of caregiver mode: she might go very quiet, or instantly attempt to offer comfort and/or solutions. most of the time, that's not a bad thing, and there's a reason others think of her as quite kind; but it can be unsettling how rapidly she switches it on (and can't always turn it off again). she blames herself only if she can't fix the problem.
NESS: you'd think for a guy who makes money off unfortunate situations he'd handle it better, but most of the time he reacts with horror. he ensures his sanity thru distancing himself; being presented with it directly often causes him to back off even further, and he ends up seeming callous & selfish. he tries not to ignore them totally, but... he's not good at it. in any case, though, he won't blame himself for situations he couldn't have affected the outcome of.
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๐ BOUQUET: create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
normally i love researching flowers & symbolism for multiple hours but i want to finish this ask sob. instead i'm gonna say a dozen red rosesโin myth aphrodite created them in anguish over the death of adonis; make of that what you like. :)
๐ OPEN BOOK: do they like reading? whatโs their favourite genre?
adonis doesn't have a strong opinion one way or another; as he's gotten older he's come around to reading more often, but mainly as a time-killer or to affect the last of his dignity. he likes biographies unironically and trashy romance novellas half-ironically (once he picked one up in a, god forbid, thrift store, and got more fun out of it than he was willing to admit). as part of his attempt to seem "rich and well-bred" during the height of his ink battle fame he read a number of classics, but got very little out of them. who knows, maybe he'll revisit them and get really into jane austen someday.
๐ฃ MEGAPHONE: how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?
at one point i said his vc was yuri lowenthal, but i don't like the performance i settled on back then, so take it with a grain of salt. *definitely not as spiderman, in any case. there's not much distinctive about his voice, he talks at an ordinary volume most of the time & it's not too smooth nor too rough & he's trained himself to speak in an inkopolitan dialect. he does like to speak with a flamboyant inflection & inject french phrases into his dialogue, thoughโmon chรฉri type beatโand despite himself, when he gets drunk or angry or the like, the southern does tend to come out and then this mf's talking like benoit blanc.
๐ซ PISTOL: do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?
i don't think he knows the meaning of the wordโthe short answers to each of these are no, instantly, i'll give you a hint as to where the scars on his torso came from, and yes. he never had trust in his parents, in his sibling, in anyone he ran into while adrift in inkopolis, in his ranked teammates, in his competitors, in anyone who showed at his parties, and none to show for his coworkers. the notion is alien to him. he gets by fine without it.
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๐ง DROPLET: random angst headcanon
in the months after their campaign and as they figured out how their life had broken down around their earsโas they realized they could never go home again, both literally and metaphoricallyโmarlo spiraled very hard and very rapidly. as their roommate and best friend, rome took the brunt of it: their burgeoning paranoia, fanaticism, and desire for / use of power over others as a crutch. rome was not the type to stand up for herself at that point, but even she reached a breaking point, and one morning in a whirl of desperation and rage and fear threw marlo out of the house for good. they then did not run into each other for the next five years.
#inbox#kellsodaa#oc posting#oc soda#oc rome#oc ness#oc adonis#HI SRY THIS TOOK EIGHT MONTHS TY FOR SENDING IT IN
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