#platonic fics where art thou

[skoulsons]

please beleive me when I say that it’s almost 4am and the rot isn’t sleeping and I just did this exact movement thinking about a possible baylan and shin backstory (and maybe even baylan and going back to the Order) and how/why they met and why shin wanted to be trained (or baylan wanted to train her) aND ALL MY OYHER QUESTIKNS ABOUT THEM

#INNEED TO KNOW RVERHTING #I NEED THEIR WHOLE STODY #I COULD NEVER CREATE IT MYSELF #DAVID DONT LET ME DOWN #GJVE ME SOMETHING GOOD #GOMME MY LITTLE PEOPLR ANS THEIR LITTLE STODY #also I got curious earlier #as you do #and went to ao3 to look for fics of them #turns out #uh #all of them are sex. #so that was cool #(not. why does everyone ship fathers and daughters) #platonic fics where art thou #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka tv

[reticent-writer]

Hiii, can you please write another fic about a teenage reader (16-18) and anybody from hazbin hotel. It can be about anything

HEloooo

Alastor x teen reader platonic

Headcannon by @ghostly-one: "During Alastor's absence, Reader went to the overlord meetings in his place"

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*knock knock knock*

You heard as you groaned and pushed your head up from your pillow.

"It's me, Y/n." You could hear the radio static through your door, "I have an errand to run and would like for you to join me."

"I'll be down in a minute." You replied as you started to get up.

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"Oh, boy whats the plan, boss?"

"I like your suits."

"What are the antlers for?"

"Can I touch your ~staff thing~?"

"Are those your ears? or is it your hair? I can't tell."

The egg boiz were annoying the fuck outta you and Alastor. If you knew they would've tagged along, you wouldn't have come even if you were going to an overlord meeting.

"Hark Alastor, Y/n. How fare thee this day." Zestial appeared from nowhere in front of the both of you.

"Good evening Zestial, It's nice to see you again." You greeted with a smile as Alastor quickly threatened the eggs.

"Greetings Zestial." Alastor said as the sinners around you three started to take notice and run.

"Ah, the weather doth become this fine day."

"Indeed. Looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon."

"If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou? It has been an age since thou hath graced us with thy presence. Y/n hast been in thy lodging since thee've been gone." Zestial looked to you with a pleased expression as he patted your shoulder before continuing his conversation with Alastor.

"Some hath spun wild tales of you falling into... Holy arms."

"Hahaha Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical. Nothing serious. Though it's fun to keep everyone of their toes."

"There too hath been rumour of thy involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy. TELL ME, how does thou fall in such folly." Zestial would've creeped you out if you weren't used to his (and Alastor's) over-the-top and old-timey ways.

"That is more me to know. But please do guess. I'd love to know the theories."

"T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alastor. Thou hath been naught but an enigma since thy manifested in this realm."

"Coming from someone as ancient as you, I take that as quite the compliment."

The three of you made it the the building where the meeting would be taking place as you and Zestial stepped into the elevator you waiting for Alastor to tell the eggs to wait for him before pressing the button.

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You sat in between Alastor and one of Carmilla's daughters.

"Welcome, Hell sovereign overlords. I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of out city. Together you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest." Carmilla said matter-of-factly. "Zestial, so good to see you, my friend."

"Enchanted as always Carmilla." He said as he sipped his tea.

Carmilla was about to look around the room when she spotted Alastor. The face that she made nearly made you laugh.

"Alastor?"

"Yes, I know I've been absent some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering." Alastor spoke like he'd been waiting 7 years just to say that.

"Not really. But welcome back in any case." She dismissed him. You could hear the static abruptly stop and had to bite your lip so you wouldn't laugh.

Once the meeting started you zoned out staring at the wall. To be honest you didn't really care about the meetings you were only there to show your face and now that Alastor is back it gave you less of a reason to care, but interesting things did happen quite often.

Like Velvette wanting a war with the exterminators.

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Zestial translation: It would be much more foolish to think that I understand how your mind works, Alastor. You have always been a mystery to me ever since you came into this world. (just thought it would be nice to add this.)

@ghostly-one

This is choppy and rushed but parade season is starting soon and I have a lot of performances before then too.

#child reader #x child reader #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #platonic #male reader #female reader #gn reader #reticent writes #reticent writer

[centipedelightning]

One has come to say hello again! One thanks thou heartily for both the headcanons and the compliment on one’s pronouns, one does in fact does use old English pronouns (if that was the term thou used, one doesn’t remember and has gotten too lazy to check oops)!

If thou would not mind, one would like to request for the mafiafells and horrortales in QPRs with a reader that loves weaving tapestries and/or clothes for them, always personalized specifically for them! One thanks Cupid (Also, one would love to add that one adores your names!)

skdjfhsdkj i return. it looks like only one thing can be updated a month and it seems last month's was my fic. i swear I'm trying to be better (I'm really not). and Mous! i love that I can recognize thou so easily! and thank thou! i think I'm very funny with my names bc of the irony (I'm aroace)

| Mafiafell & Horrortale x gn!reader || Queer-platonic || Fluff |

Tommy

He really likes sitting with you while you work.

Depending on what specifically you work with (i.e. how big the loom is) it might not be relaxing perse but he sticks around anyway.

honestly, that man can sleep through a train derailing he's probably napping while you work.

He lovessss all the clothes you make him.

He probably won't wear it out very often because he doesn't want it to get dirty and messed up, but trust that he lives in it at home.

The one exception he has to wearing what you make him out is to formal events where he isn't concerned anything is going to happen.

He loves to gloat about how you made it just for him and everyone else should be dropping dead with jealousy.

Tommy only really accepts one or two tapestries from you because he doesn't have that many places he could put them.

Assuming at least one is pretty large, one goes in his office and sits on the wall behind his desk. He loves pointing it out when talking to prospective business partners.

The second would go in his (or your shared) bedroom on a sidewall so he can look at it while falling asleep.

Python

This guy is pretty much the opposite.

He loves any tapestry you make him and slowly builds a collection so he can switch them out seasonally.

He also displays them in his office for similar reasons but prefers smaller pieces to display on sidewalls rather than behind him.

Since he works behind the scenes and isn't getting as dirty nearly as often as his brother, Python is much more comfortable wearing the clothes you make him day-to-day.

He actually really enjoys matching his suits to the shirt you made or vice-versa.

If you work on anything larger or louder than a small tabletop loom, he probably isn't hanging out with you while you work. Poor guy is far too prone to migraines for that.

He prefers you make his formal attire, and will help prep everything you need to make him look perfect.

Yes, he does buy you some of the highest-quality threads to use for your art.

Mars

A bit stressed about being able to return that favor because he sees how much time and effort goes into one bolt of fabric or one tapestry.

You are going to need to convince him to take it.

He makes a request pretty early on to make sure any clothes you make are dark because he works outside with his brother a lot and doesn't want to have the stains show on your hard work.

He helps you sew to ease his conscience.

Regardless, he loves wearing what you make him and practically lives in them.

Tapestries tend to get to him more.

He's comforted by the fact that they are display-only but is still a bit itchy about not being able to repay the effort.

While he likes to mount smaller pieces to the walls, anything of significant size is actually used as a decorative blanket and rotated out randomly to mix it up.

Jupiter

Screams cries dies.

He loves everything you make him and will cook you a lavish meal to return the favor.

He is super good about cleaning everything super well, so you don't need to worry about him staining your hard work.

Make him linens. He is outside all the time in the hot sun all day he needs light and airy clothing.

He is actually a bit confused by the first tapestry you try to give him. Not necessarily because he doesn't know what one is or anything, he just didn't really consider it would be something a person would gift to someone that isn't like. royalty or something.

No matter the size, he tries to use it as a blanket the first night.

You're gonna need to explain it.

After that he's fine.

He does the same thing as Mars and treats a few pieces as decorative throws.

One tapestry is currently being used as a curtain.

He really loves everything you make him and cherishes it with his entire soul.

#sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale x reader #•centipede writes• #mf!sans #mf!papyrus #ht!sans #ht!papyrus #papyrus #sans #xreader #horrortale sans #horrortale papyrus #mafiafell sans #mafiafell papyrus #undertale imagines #undertale scenarios

[scandeniall]

romeo? where art thou? [kuroo x reader]

↦ “you say i got the part because i’m the best, and i agree. But, you also think i’m hot”

↦ “not that hot”

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x reader (and very strong platonic oikawa)

genre: college!au, theatre losers, humor

warnings: profanity, suggestive themes, i’ll add more as needed

Status: ongoing/coming off hiatus

Time stamps don’t matter until I say so

⤿ y/n’s thotties | kuroo and the bros

⤿ part 1: “reveal the play!” “no!”

⤿ part 2: heart? = unbroken

⤿ part 3: time for auditions

⤿ part 4: auditions: day 1

⤿ part 5: i got a callback

⤿ part 6: kuroo and oikawa?

⤿ part 7: go make heart eyes

⤿ part 8: the great reveal pt 1

⤿ part 8.5: the great reveal pt 2

⤿ part 9: bumper cars

⤿ part 10: feeling weird bois

⤿ part 11: did not need that confirmation

⤿ part 12: record halts

⤿ part 13: cancel it all

⤿ part 14

wanna be on a taglist? hit a girlie up

a/n: so i’m really bad at summaries but basically y/n is president of the theatre club, who puts on top tier productions (if u been to college plays then yeah yk they be pretty high quality). This year she’s serving as director as well. Kuroo and Oikawa are pretty well known and are both in the club, aka everyone here knows everyone already, they just might not be that close. This includes everyone in stage crew etc.

i wrote this idea in my phone at 2am after waking up from having a dream about it back in january before i even started writing hq and i found it in my notes and it was initially meant as a written fic, but um yeah i’m gonna try this out instead and may do a branch off at some point

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smau #kuroo x reader #hq social media au #kuroo imagine #romeo where art thou

[zhydoesart]

sometimes you have to lie to find the truth

Chapter 4: acting and dances

Ships: platonic(??) (not really) Roceit

Warnings: none

AO3

Notes: I drew some art for the fic, and it’s at the bottom of this post uvu I really liked how the second one turned out (also I’ve been watching TS vines for like two hours now, I just finished watching the fourth compilation)

Damien didn’t usually make it a practice of his to stick himself into others’ business or force himself where he didn’t belong, but Thomas hadn’t needed him for a video in several days and he was getting restless. (Well, okay, and maybe a touch lonely too.) He found himself wondering about what Roman was doing to pass the time, and took it upon himself to find out.

Roman was facing an empty stage, and Damien had appeared behind the curtain. After an indeterminable amount of time (Damien couldn’t tear his eyes away from the solitary, regal figure; it might’ve been only a minute or it might’ve been a minute), Roman took a deep breath and began speaking.

“He jests at scars that never felt a wound.”

That line was familiar, and Damien wracked his brain, trying to remember what it was from.

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” Ah–Romeo and Juliet.  “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!” Damien was taken aback by the amount of pure feeling Roman was pouring into his lines. “Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she.” Damien wondered why Roman was reciting this scene from this play, as it didn’t seem relevant to anything, and Thomas had taken part in this play in high school.

“Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.” Now Roman paced the stage, and Damien had to take a step further back behind the curtain so as not to be seen by Roman, since a part of him wanted to continue observing Roman’s performance (and if he was caught, he certainly wouldn’t be allowed to). He had a better view of Roman’s face now.

“It is my lady, oh, it is my love–oh, that she knew she were.” Interesting–Roman was changing up the inflection of the lines, as they were coming out much softer than directed. He stopped speaking and stood, as if listening, in the middle of the stage, before continuing, “She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? ...her eye discourses, I will answer it.” His expression puzzled, he opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it, as if he’d thought better of it. “‘Tis not to me she speaks.”

By now, his pacing had become more of an improvised waltz as he pranced across the stage, and even from where he stood, shrouded by the curtain, Damien could see the passion in Roman’s green eyes.

“Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres ‘til they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?” Roman’s voice took on a dreamy, thoughtful quality. “The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp, her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.” Once more, he halted in his constant movement. “See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek.”

Here, Roman paused, as if waiting for another to speak, and here Damien had a split-second of deliberation–he had less than a minute before Roman would move on, and right then, he wanted nothing more than to join in, but if he did, then Roman would know he’d been spying–

But he’d already uttered the line.

“Ay, me.”

Both the side on the stage and side behind the curtains froze, then Damien stepped out of the shadows. It was too late now anyway, Roman had clearly heard him, as was evident by the strawberry-colored blush on his face when he turned around.

“Didst thou spyest on me?” spluttered Roman. “No, really, h-how long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” Curious. Roman seemed so confident, so self-assured around the other sides, to the point of sometimes being narcissistic, but here he was, looking somewhat self-conscious and extremely mortified–but perhaps those words simply weren’t meant for Damien’s ears. “My apologies, it was definitely my intention to spy on you.” He recalled how… alive Roman had seemed while acting. “Leaping about the stage like that, you just looked so… uh… beautiful…” He muttered the last word, too embarrassed to say it aloud and too embarrassed to meet Roman’s eyes (although he did dare to look up long enough to see Roman’s–pleasantly?–surprised expression).

“Th-thank you.” The creative side had stuttered more in the past two minutes than Damien had ever heard him stutter the whole time he’d known Roman.

There was an awkward silence where Roman played with the edge of his sash.

“You know.” Roman looked up as Damien spoke. “Those times I flirted with you–it was never genuine.” Damien bit his lip, then stopped with a soft “ow” as he remembered he had fangs.

Roman’s eyes were wide. “Your lip is bleeding.” He took an unsure step forward.

“It’s–it’s not fine.” Damien touched his lip and winced. Worrying is absolutely necessary.”

“If you’re sure.”

Damien’s forked tongue totally didn’t dart out of his mouth to lick off the blood, and Roman’s eyes definitely didn’t follow its path as Damien retracted his tongue into his mouth.

“Dance with me,” said Roman suddenly. It was funny, Roman himself almost looked more surprised than Damien felt about what he’d just said.

“What?”

“I, uh… dance with me,” stammered Roman, holding out a hand to Damien while the other hand nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

Damien considered–he’d never really danced with anyone before, but on the other hand, Roman looked so earnest, and right now, he wanted nothing more. He placed his hand on top of the prince’s outstretched palm.

Roman snapped his fingers, and a song began to play out of nowhere. Damien didn’t recognize the tune, but it had a certain beat to it.

What happened next was kind of a blur. Damien’s main focus was on how Roman’s eyes shone with a certain something… he wasn’t sure what. The way Roman moved was powerful yet gentle, intense yet soft, full of energy even with an underlying calm. He was fire, beautiful, and dangerous, and if you got too close…

The next thing he knew, Roman, lost in the movement, had slipped. Roman flung out his arms in an attempt to catch himself, but Damien feared it wasn’t enough. In a near-instantaneous decision, he made a desperate dive to catch Roman.

Damien heaved a sigh–that had been close, he’d had to do the “stretchy arm” thing, as the others insisted on calling it, in order to catch Roman in time. Looking Roman over, he seemed to be unhurt, and was, in fact, sporting a sly grin as he gazed up at Damien.

“Guess I can always count on my knight in shining armor to save the day.”

There were many things wrong with this situation. First, the tone Roman had used was one he used exclusively for flirting, and while Damien knew of Roman’s tendency to flirt excessively, he was not one of the three the creative side was dating. Secondly, Damien was acutely aware of the hand cupping either side of his face, as well as the blush which probably covered the human half. Thirdly, when had the music changed? …he wasn’t sure how to feel about the way Roman’s eyes kept darting back to his lips.

He let go of Roman rather abruptly, who flushed once more as he realized what he’d just been doing, which led to an awkward coughing session as they both examined the cracks between the wooden planks in the floor of the stage.

Something that felt like a hand latched onto Damien’s shoulder, and he stood stock still. Sharp talons dug into his arm, and the look on his face must’ve displayed the terror he was feeling because Roman stopped himself from laughing just in time.

“It’s alright, Damien, that’s my pet phoenix Aodh.” Roman took a step forward, holding out one arm, and in a ruffle of feathers, the phoenix alighted on his arm.

Damien had to admit that the bird was beautiful, bright reds fading into orange, then to yellow, which reminded him of a sunset. Still, the bird was enormous, and that pointed beak and those curved talons weren’t something to take lightly.

“You have a pet phoenix?”

Roman chuckled. “Do you want to touch her feathers?” Damien wasn’t quite so sure that he did, but he took a step closer to appease Roman.

Cautiously, Damien held a hand in front of the bird. He had no clue what the proper etiquette for petting a phoenix was, so he’d resorted to the way one might hold a hand out for a cat or dog. She looked him over shrewdly, but slowly lowered her head as if to give him permission. Roman nodded reassuringly, so Damien started to gently run his hand over the feathers on her head; they were surprisingly soft.

After Damien left, Roman didn’t teleport straight to his room. He didn’t collapse on his bed, and he definitely didn’t scream into his pillow on and off for ten minutes.

taglist:

@liberalautisticqueernerd831

#sympathetic deceit #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders side fic #sanders sides art #sometimes you have to lie chapter #deceit sanders #ts deceit #tw deceit #roman sanders #ts roman #roceit #ts roceit

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! I love your work! I’ve been struggling to find some fics where stiles was adopted, taken in by, or made an honorary argent by Allison and chris—just very Allison, chris, stiles centric—and I was wondering if you could help me? Just stiles learning about hunter tips and tricks and how to take care of himself and those he cares for. Any pairing except stallison. Bonus points if stiles is hurt and they help him heal. Thank you so so much in advance 💕

I went with a mish-mash of Stiles as an Argent, hunter!Stiles, and platonic Stallison! -Letta

A little funny sometimes by thegirlinred

(1/1 | 1,300 | Gen | NP | MCD)

Stiles always believed it would end with a bang. Probably getting in the way of some particularly nasty supernatural creature before it got to Scott. He hated being right.

The Hunter and The Hunted by howtogetawaywithsutter

(1/1 | 1,883 | NR | Stalia)

Stiles is a hunter training under the watchful eye of Chris Argent, when he meets a werewolf named Malia Tate. Looking at her, he finds it impossible to stick to the code.

i can never leave the past behind by baichan

(1/1 | 2,115 | Teen | NP)

There's a chest in the back of his parent's closet that has intertwines him and his mother to the supernatural. Or the one where Mama Stilinski was an Argent who couldn't handle the killing and ran away with Deputy Stilinski and Stiles who just realized this has problems with, well, everything.

It Was Meant to be a Vacation! by Simplistically_content

(1/1 | 5,012 | Teen | Sterek)

Fic start idea: Stiles has been training Allison and hunting with her for years since her father requested his help, getting her away from teh Argent brand of crazy. Years later, they're both in Beacon Hills for a well earned vacation but something gets mixed up and they're put upon from the moment they sit down in a local diner. Old acquaintances, old families and old friends come together to make something new and unusual.

Their return has brought unwanted attention down on the town however so their vacation is going to have to be put on hold.

Lies Run In The Family by jackgyeoms

(1/1 | 5,623 | Mature | Sterek)

Stiles has been training to be a hunter since his mother died. He'd read all the books, he's practised with all the weapons, he knows his strategies. It's just a shame that no one will listen to him.

Apparently, he's too young, too inexperienced - so Stiles seeks to change that, by going after a number 1 in his father's files. An alpha. Derek Hale.

Funny how things turn out, isn't it?

Ash Buried Under Snow by Kitty_KatAllie

(1/1 | 5,879 | Teen | Sterek)

Stiles Stilinski, aged 19, has been raised by the Argent family since his twelfth year. While he may not be the worst Hunter to ever Hunt, he has a few secrets (and quirks) that keep him from truly fitting into the life of his adoptive family. He's great at faking till he makes it, that is until the day a new Hunt is named just in time for Christmas... and it's the same name as the one written onto his body. And soul.

Wherefore Art Thou by iCheat

(1/1 | 8,253 | NR | Steter)

Hunters and werewolves don't mix, and they certainly don't date. On the other hand Stiles and Allison aren't the kind of people to just fall in line when they disagree. Their no Juliet, but they'll fight for their Romeo's. Even if it means over throwing the current Hunter hierarchy.

Unfinished Works by Onlymystory

(11/11 | 11,176 | Teen | Sterek)

Chris and Derek had decided that the humans, well Lydia and Stiles since Allison was already doing hunter work, needed to start training with traditional weapons so they weren’t liabilities in a fight. Chris was teaching them how to use a rifle today.Correction. Chris was teaching Lydia. He thought he was teaching Stiles. Allison was practicing. But then, no one actually knew that Stiles had done this before.

You're Gonna Need Someone On Your Side by Moriartys_Minion

(5/5 | 41,426 | Teen | NP)

Stiles didn't want to be a sidekick forever. Chris Argent needed an apprentice. Derek is probably going to kill them both.

Yes, this is a Hunter!Stiles story.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #allison argent #chris argent #platonic!stallison #stiles is an argent #sterek #steter #derek hale #peter hale #hunter!stiles #vividplums

[kjs-s]

Any steve or bucky fic recs? Preferably Angst? Thanks!

Some of them are not finished but i suggest following the blogs that write them. So angst fics i have read from my favorites. I put it under a read more because i have read a lot

If you like mobster AUs you can try anything by @caplansteverogers she is amazing.

Feels like drowing  part 1 by @a-marvelouswritings Bucky x reader

Where art thou by @ohhhotstan Bucky x reader

This Is War (multichapter) and Brand New Day by @soldatbarnes both Bucky x reader

An Artist’s Muse(preserum Steve)  A Date with HYDRA (Bucky) The Missing Date (Bucky) by @meganlpie

Break Me (Bucky series) by @dinnafashsoldat

relationship tutor (Bucky series) by @samingtonwilson

My Neighbour’s A Jerk  and His Weddingby @jurassicbarnes both Bucky x reader (literally anything Sam has written is amazing)

A Lesson In Love Bucky x reader college AU by @buckyywiththegoodhair

SOUND THE BUGLE NOW it’s a platonic one but the first i loved here @agentpeggicarter

Love trap  (Bucky) by @propertyofpoeandbucky

Change of Plans Part one Part two, The Nanny , Lost HomeI’ll Never Be Her (all Bucky) by @sgtbxckybxrnes

Pancakes (Bucky)by @locke-writes

Attached and Sweet tooth(ongoing) with Bucky @daisyskyed

The One with the Office Enemy Bucky x reader by @buckyofthemyscira (all of hers are great)

Love or Hate  The only exception Chance and Choice Flashes (Bucky series)  by @justsomebucky

Realization (Buckyx reader) by @cumonbucky

Unconditionally Steve x reader @writing-journeyx

Lost and Found Steve x reader @candyrogers 

How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU and Stranger at a wedding by @sprinkleofhappinessuniverse

What happens in vegas and white lies by @bionic-buckyb 

Called Out ,  “By Royal Decree”   take time to realize  By chance  Would you be my wife  Do me a favor  Bucky series @captainrogerss just go through Tesla’s masterlist

Also you should check out Becca on Ao3

Hope you check any of those out and if you do and like the fics please let them know how good they are. They all have many more amazing stories. Thanks for trusting me and my taste in fics.

#fic rec #author rec #talented people i follow #amazing stories #they all have many more