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frenchy-and-the-sea · 2 years

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A Change of Scenery

ffxivwrite prompt #1 - cross

~600 words, set in a nebulous time at the FC House that is consistently under renovation. Ft. @colonelcupquake’s Wickit Pock as the Warrior of Light, and mentions of @urdnotgrunt’s Onion Pock as the middle sister and professional shit-stirrer

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"You know, I’m starting to feel like maybe you're a bit cross with me," said Tritchet, from the roof of the chocobo stable.

On the ground below, her sister — Hydaelyn’s chosen, the eikon slayer, the lauded and revered Warrior of Light — glared up at her from a sea of crushed lavender plants that had been flattened beneath her boots, her greataxe hefted in both hands. A hazy aura of red was starting to burn at the edges of her eyes, which Tritchet thought was probably not great news for her.

"I don't have time for this, Tritchet!" Wickit shouted, in a tone that said that she had already lost all five seconds of her usual patience. “Where is he?”

“Where is who?” Tritchet called back innocently, and then yelped as a rock the size of her clenched fist suddenly whizzed past her head.

“You know exactly who! He was there when I cleaned the pond yesterday and now he’s gone. And Onion says you've been skulking around in the garden all day, and I know how much you hate him —”

“I don’t hate him,” Tritchet protested, peeking over the edge of the roof. “I just think sticking that stupid, kitschy rainbow frog fountain in the middle of our very nice back yard is a shame! So I figured, maybe he deserved a change of scenery —” Another rock, this one aimed much lower, glanced off of the roof tile beside her ear. “Wickit, the neighbors are staring!”

“Good! Maybe they'll see how much of an awful little thief you are! Now tell me where he is, or I’ll —”

“Or you’ll what?” Now Tritchet chanced to lean fully over the edge, arms braced against the roof to grin down at her sister. “You’ve got a good arm, Wic, but your vertical prowess always leaves much to be desired. Which I think gives me the advantage here, since I currently have the high ground."

"Oh, I can rebuild a chocobo stable," Wickit hissed, just loud enough to be heard over the growing thrum of aether coiling around her. She took a threatening step forward, greataxe hefted a little higher in her hands, and Big's chocobo let out a nervous little kweh from his place tethered to the stable wall. Tritchet stole a glance back towards the roof of the house. She wasn't entirely convinced of the likelihood of her sister carrying out her threat, but Wickit had a warrior’s training, and Tritchet had seen her do some pretty stupid things in the name of winning a fight. She had a landing place on the northmost side of the cottage roof all picked out, just in case.

“That’d be quite a shame,” she said as she edged slowly towards the corner of the stable, “considering you’ll probably need to get up here at some point to get him down.”

This paused Wickit’s advance. “Get him down?”

“Well, I did tell you that he needed a change of scenery.”

The gesture that she made to the top of the tree tucked just beside the stable was as much an admittance as a distraction. As soon as Wickit turned to behold her beloved pond accessory perched in the nest of the tree’s highest boughs, Tritchet sprang for the cottage roof, landing with a skid just outside of the window of Onion’s workshop. Below her, she heard the clatter of armor as Wickit spun towards her again.

“Tritchet! How am I supposed to get him down?!” “Couldn’t say!” Tritchet called back, bounding up over the ridge of their roof with a laugh. “But I’ve heard the Warrior of Light is very resourceful!”

#FFxivWrite2022 #ffxiv #my writing #oc crap #tritchet pock #yes i am doing this but don't worry #i won't be posting all of my entries #probably just the really ridiculous ones #anyway tritchet and i have the same feelings about the poroggo lawn ornament #and unfortunately we are alone in those feelings #god this would be the first thing that I finish after months of radio silence LMAO #absolute bullshittery just how i like it #ffxiv writing #frenchy writes

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raegalliard · 2 years

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And this other asshole is my other cat and he's a dick but I love him too

NO HE'S PERFECT HOW DARE???????

#inbox time with pocks waifu #ily moots #cat posting is the best thing on this lovely earth

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delusionalmultifandomwriter · 23 days

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Photosynthesis (fluff)

Luke Castellan x gn!demeter!reader fluff

Prompt: It's spring clean at Camp Halfblood and Luke wants to bath in sun with you

I feel like i haven't posted in forever because i was busy grinding Stardew Valley. But im back so enjoy!!

Spring at Camp Halfblood was always an event. It was time for a deep clean of all cabins and the big house, sweeping the arena and taking care of all the minor things before the majority of the campers arrived for the summer.

As the counselor of the Demeter cabin it was your job to supervise the campers that took care off the strawberry fields. They had to be in top shape before the next season.

Today was one of the first sunny days of the year, even though with the wind it was still a little cold. You were shooing some campers around, most of them being your siblings but Luke also spotted some satyrs and a few unclaimed kids. Castor and Pollux both leaned over rows of strawberries, parting the plants and placing the spare ones into buckets gently.

"Connor, Travis, put that worm down!" You shouted across the strawberry field. The two raven-haired boys where running across the field, stepping on some plants and pestering the other kids with some worms they found in the dirt.

Luke smiled at you as he approached you, taking in the sight of you. You were wearing the orange camp halfblood tshirt, blue jeans and green flipflops. You were giving the siblings a killer gaze which left Luke laughing. He approached you quickly and wrapped his arms around you.

"You need to teach your kids some manners." You growled unhappy. Luke kept you in a tight hug and rocked you around a little. "And you need to take a breath." He mocked, pocking your forehead and rubbing over the angry wrinkles on your forehead.

You huffed and bumped your head into Luke's shoulder before you raised your head and kissed him gently. Luke smiled into the kiss and rubbed his thumbs over your hips.

"You look very pretty today." He whispered. "The spring gives you a nice glow." You smiled in return and couldn't help but to blush a tiny but. "I'm so glad the winter is over." You groaned into his chest. The winter always left you feeling dull and empty.

Luke rubbed your back up and down. "Agreed. I hate seeing you so sad because of it. Now you are blooming again, that's way better." He laughed slightly and you could feel the laugh vibrating in his chest. You grinned up at him but suddenly, there was a distant scream and two laughs. "Oh for heaven's sake." You grumbled angrily and pulled away from Luke.

You jumped over a few strawberry plants and stormed over towards the source of the scream.

Connor and Travis where hiding behind the Athena cabin, a metal bucket with some worms in the between them. Annabeth Chase, one of the younger Athena girls, was ducking away as they threw worms at her.

You growled angrily and raised your hand. One of the closer apple trees bowed down its branches and picked up the two boys by their hoods.

"Whoa, oh no." Travis shouted as he was lifted a few feet into the air. "And what excatly are you two doing here?" You ask sternly but cracked a smile as you saw Annabeth giggling in the distance.

"We were spreading the worm colony." Travis argued quickly. "That's right. So all plants have enough worms and become pretty." Connor added.

You rolled your eyes and let the tree hold them a little higher over the ground. "I am very sure that Annabeth is pretty enough and doesn't need the assistance of some worms." You argued.

Luke appeared behind you and stopped next to you, standing tall with crossed arms and a smirk. "Luke, help! They're being mean." Connor said, suddenly very whiny and you had to hold back a laugh. Luke chuckled and nodded.

"Mhh, sure. Very, very mean. The most evil person we will ever meet." He joked and patted your hair.

"Can you please let us down?" Travis asked with big, innocent eyes. "No." You said unrelenting. "Please!!" They now whined in unison.

"Come on." Luke patted your back encouraging. You rolled your eyes annoyed. "No."

"What if you get a kiss for it?" Luke suggested mischievously. Connor and Travis groaned dramatically. You smirked at Luke. "You know what... it's a deal."

Luke smiled and leaned closer to you, kissing you gently which caused the siblings to make fake gagging noises. Luke pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

"You get another kiss if you let them go now." He whispered. You grumbled unhappy but dropped the Stolls on the floor. They both quickly got up and headed off in a swift pace, turning their heads a few times anxiously which made you laugh.

Luke wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. He let out a pleased sigh and peppered your neck with a few kisses which caused you to giggle. "Brats." You mumbled and leaned back into Luke's embrace.

Luke chuckled. "Don't let them ruin your day. Instead i wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the beach with me and do some photosynthesis?"

You burst out laughing. "You know im not a plant?" You chuckled and turned around to hug Luke tightly. "But i would love to lay in the sun with you."

Luke smiled and hugged you back tightly. "Awesome. See? It's photosynthesis."

You rolled your eyes but smiled widely. "Whatever you say, love."

#my writing #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #demeter reader #gn reader #x reader #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #fluff #the stolls #pre: the lightning thief #no use of y/n

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luvfy0dor · 4 months

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“Under the Mistletoe ♡” Bsd Boys x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky ✧

Warnings; proofread to a minimum

Description; Catching Fyodor and Chuuya under the mistletoe

A/n; Hey y'all, I just want you to know that I am infact working on requests right now, I've just been super busy with Christmas shopping and such. I've had this in my drafts for a couple weeks just so I could have something to post if I got too busy, but things will be back to normal soon!! 🫶

Chuuya Nakahara ★

Chuuya had brought you along with him to attend a small holiday party for the Port Mafia per your request. Its not like you were holed up in your shared penthouse 24/7, but you generally didn't pass up opportunities to get all dressed up and go to parties. Chuuya also didn't pass up said opportunities, especially if he got to flaunt his lovely and stunning partner. He couldn't help it, he just adored you so much!

You stood in front of the full length mirror in yours and Chuuya's bedroom as you adjusted your clothing to your liking, listening to Chuuyas soft footsteps through the hallway. The door creaked open and you could see him behind you in the mirror. You grinned and turned to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. His fall to your sides, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your clothes skin as he looks deeply into your eyes. "Are you ready to get goin'?" He asks quietly, his hair draped across his shoulder. "Yeah, you?" He nods and slides his arm around your waist as he walks with you down the hall. The smell of his cologne was strong, but pleasant as you rested your head against his.

Chuuya stopped just as the both of you were walking into the living room, staring down at his tie. "Hey, darlin', does that look right to you?" He asks, his fingers fidgeting with his tie. You observe it and give it a nod of approval. "Yeah, looks fine to me. You always do your tie perfectly." You say, patting his shoulders. Chuuya smiles, his eyes flickering up to the doorframe, making you follow suit. You can't help but softly chuckle upon noticing the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. His hand softly guided your face closer to his before he whispered against your lips. "Well, I guess this was the perfect time to stop and check, huh?" His grin flashes his teeth before he pulls you in and your lips collide in a gentle yet passionate kiss. His hand moves to the back of your neck to deepen said kiss, his other on your waist as you both giggle and smile into it.

You both have to break apart in need of oxygen after a moment, your back against the door frame now as you ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up. "Hey, quit that." He giggles before pulling you up and straightening your posture. "We're already a couple minutes late, but I'd say that pit stop was worth it." He proudly says as he leads you to the door, grabbing his hat off the rack and placing it on his head. "Oh, absolutely." You agree, stumbling along with him. He opens the door politely for you, allowing you to exit first. "After you, doll." He says, his voice smooth like honey. "Thank you, Chuuya." After locking the door, he walked right on with you, holding your hand throughout the short walk to the car.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

You probably wouldn't have guessed, but Fyodor loved to have Christmas decor up. He thought it felt warm and relatively cozy, a nice contrast to the cold and brutal reality of his actions and evil-doings. He watched from the couch and sipped on some black coffee as you stood on a chair to hang garland above a doorframe. The tinsle had fell off of the strand in bunches, covering you in the shiny material much to your dismay. It wasn't really the end of the world though, so you shrugged it off. It could easily be removed, nothing to dwell on. You stepped down from the chair to proceed rummaging through a large container of Christmas decor, eventually finding some mistletoe. You grinned, sliding it into the pocket of your pajama pants and continuing to sift through the items.

You made quick work of the decorating, speeding through it but doing a good job. You cleaned up the fallen tinsel and glitter and threw it out before joining Fyodor on the couch. He was curled up with one of the throw blankets spread over his lap. You lifted it and scooched under with him, rotating to face your lover. He stared at you for a second before smiling. "You decorated very nicely." He says, setting his coffee mug down and grabbing one of your hands, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Thanks, Fedya. All your support from the couch helped." He chuckles softly and places a kiss to your cheek, his hand on the small of your back. "Ofcourse, Moya Lyubov. It is a team effort." You nod, resting your head on his shoulder as you shift around and feel the last piece of decor in your pocket. You softly gasp and pull it out, holding it up for Fyodor.

"Would you look at that!" You grin before holding the mistletoe above the both of you. He sighed in amusement and brushed his hair out of his face. "Myshka, if you want a kiss you could simply say that." He murmurs, a hand on your cheek. "Well, I think we should play into the holiday spirit." You proclaim, leaning in and placing a loving kiss on his lips. Your hands entangle in his hair as you pull him in further, your noses bumping together. His pale skin has a slightly rosy tint when you pull away, making eye contact with him through his long and wispy lashes. "You're so gorgeous, Fedya." You mumbles, giving him another kiss on the corner of his lips. He hums and rubs up and down your sides. "So are you, my dear. Even more gorgeous than all of these Christmas decorations." He professes as you hold him close, sharing body heat under the throw blanket to fight off the chill of the winter evening.

A/n; I hope everyone has a good Christmas/Holiday season!!! I'll probably have a request out this coming Tuesday. I've just been so busy it's hard to find time to write. Thank you all so much for the continued support!

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redtsundere-writes · 5 months

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Imagine:

Heartsteel Members As Iconic BTS Moments

Contents: Funny moments, SFW

Word Count: 569 words.

Author's Note: Hello again! I'm sorry about my absence. This has been a busy week since I just graduated from college! I'm finally a certified translator! So, you'll see me around here more often 0.0

> In an interview, Heartsteel was asked what they like from one another. K’Sante looked at Yone and said: “I like your brain.” Yone felt appreciated and thanked him. After that cute interaction, it was his turn to say something nice to Kayn but he struggled to find a good thing to say about him. “I like your eyebrows” Yone finally said. Kayn flexed his eyebrows on fleek to the camara before turning to Sett. Without a beat he goes: “I like your elbow,” and then giggled. Sett felt offended by the weird compliment tried to elbowed him since he liked it so much.

> Kayn loves his fans more than any other Heartsteel member, so he screams the fandom name into a mic everytime he can. Kayn will scream “HEARTSBEAAAAAAAATS!” at random times during interviews, podcasts, and concerts.

> In Japan, Yone explained to the interviewer that the other members of Heartsteel arent very good at speaking japanese. Out of nowhere, Aphelios says to the interviewer in fluent japanese: “I like your videos, your videos are so nice.” “Oh, well, he can speak a little” Yone said dumbfounded.

> In another interview, Sett kept singing Despacito throughout the whole show, embarrassing himself. K’Sante kept repeating that he was a rapper and not a singer, so people wouldn’t think that Heartsteel songs sound like that.

> The interviewer asked how they deal with girls and fangirls in their dating life. Ezreal simply answered: “I don’t think”

> At the Grammy’s, someone ask who is the bad boy in the group. Everyone quickly looked at Kayn. He just smirked to the camera with confidence. “I’m bad boy,” he said with his ego up his ass.

> Yone was hosting a Q&A at a fanmeeting. He picked a question about them hanging all the time because of Heartsteel. “Do you ever get tired of eachother since you live together?” he read aloud. Ezreal jumped from his seat and hugged Kayn over his shoulders. “No, you are my bro,” Ezreal said with a big smile while the punk tried to push him away, even if he liked the attention.

> K’Sante has a tradition with Heartbeats at every concert. He will craft red hearts to incorporate into his outfit on stage or show in creative ways for the audience to show his appreciation for their support throughout his career.

> At a podcast, Aphelios revealed that he likes to draw, he even showed some of his drawings. The host encouraged him to post his drawing to social media. Aphelios said that his drawings were a secret. The host giggled and said: “Not anymore since this will be uploaded to YouTube.” Aphelios stayed quiet after that fuck up.

> At a radio show, the host asked Heartsteel members to present themselves and say something most people don’t know about them. K’Sante went first and thought about a secret he was willing to share. “I’m hungry. Top Secret,” he said, making everyone laugh at the booth. Sett confessed: “My underwear is black.” Everyone looked at him confused.

> At a Halloween Special, Heartsteel went to a haunted house. Sett tried to square up at every zombie he saw.

> They were playing air hockey at an arcade once. K’Sante and Sett were playing against eachother. Sett hit the pock so hard that it flew out of the table and landed on Aphelios nuts. Everyone laughed at him while he was holding his balls in pain.

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succubusyuyu · 10 months

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if you could write a drabble of jaehyun fucking y/n in the elevator.. plsplspls 🥹 (referring to the post u reposted)

the part where he looks into the elevator camera ?:! /9;8/ i almost fainted

thank you!!!

I swear I was doing my requests in order but this one just got my eyes and damn I LOVE IT 😭😭 i just needed to do it or i will go mad also thank you @multifandomslxt for the thoughts anon was talking about (i love your posts 🥹🥹

when you started dating jaehyun you thought you won the lottery, he isn't just hot and handsome, he is cute, soft, gentle, sooo nice and well, fucks you like a pornstar, you could do a checklist of places you wanted to be fucked and he happily would try to make it happen, but in a crowded elevator was never in your list.

you swear you aren't making it on purpose, the elevator was just so crowded and the only place you can fit is close to jaehyun, back on his chest making him smile when he places his hands on your waist and brings you close, so maybe it's his fault too that every time the elevator jolts your ass rub against his cock, but just because every time he brings you closer.

you didn't realize in the beginning, but soon the bulge against your ass starts to get bigger, and you know jaehyun is tempted too, because his hands start to caressing your sides a way too rough like he was holding himself back and we'll you're a good girlfriend you would never make your dear boyfriend suffer like that.

your hands find his neck to bring his face close to you, your lips find his ears and it's on that clowded elevator that you whispers, "just do it, baby."

he smirks against your cheek, "so be quiet, love, and be a good girl for me, ok?"

the sound of him undoing his belt is a way too loud, and makes everyone look at you, and he just smiles, a dimple smile making the rest of the people just bow slightly and turn their heads back, not even realizing that in the middle of it he already took his cock out and is sliding the glistening head between your thighs. you tighten your legs and feel him buck further and the back, the hot length sliding against your wet panties.

you know your cheeks are red, you can feel the heat of your face, but you can't cover it, the only thing you can cover with your prada purse is where his dick is pocking on the front of your dress, before he stops, because he does it, he would fuck your thighs until he's leaking on the tip and his cock is twitching between your soft skin to then get deep inside you, pushing your panties to the side and thrusting into you until bottomed.

jaehyun is discreet, he thrusts inside your tight pussy slowly, never fully leaving you, just going centimeters back and diving in again, everything as you watch the people leaving the elevator and his thrusts getting messier, until just one person is left and the last thrust before the person leave is so hard that you have to pretending be coughing when in reality you're almost moaning loud.

"everything ok, baby?" jaehyun asks when the woman turn to look at you.

"yes-" you cough again, when one of his hands sneaks under your dress to the front of your panties, "just the weather, it's making me sick again." he smiles gently at you as you watch the woman turn her head and leave the elevator.

jaehyun hits the button to stop the elevator, and finally he's fucking you, still discreet, but all that while looking at the elevator camera, like he's challenging someone, or just seducing, hands on your hips and thrusting in you so deep that you have to props your hand on the wall to hold yourself. beads of sweat drop down his forehead, and you bit your lower lip when his hips start to buck, telling you that he's about to come.

jaehyun brings you close and kisses your neck as he comes messily inside you, groaning low against your ear. you come untouched next, just by his dick hitting that spot inside you and filling you with his cum.

"I'm making sure they will delete the images, ok, love?" he whispers against your ear when you come back from the bliss. "or I could save it to watch later, what do you think, or own sextape." he jokes, smirking and placing a kiss on your cheek, you chuckles, it's terrible that you love his pervert ideas.

sometimes being the boss have some privileges for sure, like fuck your girlfriend on the elevator on the way to your office. you would never complain of these privileges, he probably will be eating you out on his office next anyways.

#succubusyuyu requests #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun hard hours #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #nct 127 hard hours #nct scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct hard hours #succubusyuyu

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leohatter · 7 months

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Hiya Leo! Can I request a angst/fluffy au for Jungkook x male reader with situation prompt 2. "He walks behind you when you're in online class" where after Jungkook walks past reader(they're in a secret relationship), readers classmates try to befriend him just so they can meet Jungkook. After class reader feels sad that they only want to be friends just because of Jungkook and Jungkook comforts reader and they cuddle in bed.? Have a good morning, day, night <33

online saddness | jjk

pairing: jungkook x male!reader

genre: fluff, angst

warnings: none

word count: 920

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long but school has been beating my ass 😭 in the weekend i'm probably post something so 👀

you hated online classes. the interrupted sound and the pixelated images, having to wake up earlier than usual for some classes and all the connection problems. the only thing that was keeping you sane through all of this was your boyfriend - jungkook.

when covid hit, you both decided to quarantine yourself together at his house, wanting to spend all the free time together. you yawn for the nth time before looking at yourself in the corner of your boyfriends monitor. a figure walking behind you catches your eye and you quickly turn around to see your boyfriend looking shocked at you, a worried and regretful look on his face.

he quickly gazes at the monitor, making sure you were muted before his wide eyes look back into yours "shit. i'm so sorry my love, i didn't realise your camera was on" he whispers. your gaze softens at the sight of his worried face "it's okay koo, don't worry" you whisper back. you turn to your lecture again to see some of your classmates' eyes wide, shock evident on their faces "shit" you silently curse. you forgot that some of them were ARMYs.

you look at jungkook, who was in the kitchen, before looking back at your notes. as the teacher announces the homework, signalling the end of the class, you hear your phone buzz. "let's hang out in the meet after the teacher leaves" one of your classmates' texts in the class group chat. you notice some classmates sending in thumbs-ups, so you do too "i should socialise with other people rather than only koo and bam" you chuckle.

like he was reading your mind, the doberman walks over and plops down by your feet, his head resting on the fluffy blanket that laid in your lap - one that your boyfriend made sure you weren't missing, muttering something about the coldness in his house and you wearing shorts. you pet bam's head as you watch your teacher leave the meeting after bidding everyone goodbye.

turning back to jungkook, you watch him for a few as he makes lunch for the both of you "hey koo, i'm gonna stay with my classmates for a few more minutes, just tell me when lunch is ready, okay? " you smile when he nods, his cute pout making you giggle.

you put your headphones back on and turn on your mic, saying a quick greeting before one of the girls in your class interrupts you, a fake smile on her face "hey y/n! how are you? "she asks, but before you can answer she interrupted you again "why did you never tell us that you knew jungkookie oppa? is he as hot as everyone says?" she giggles and some of the others join her "you know, when all this online thing finishes we should all go out sometime, you should bring him too." someone else exclaims before the rest of your classmates join in to agree.

you feel tears well up in your eyes. how come they never even really talked to you until now? before anyone can say anything else you exit the call, trying to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. you close the computer and hurry to the bedroom, trying to suppress a cry. closing the door, you sit down on the bed and finally let the tears fall.

you couldn't understand why you were feeling like this. shouldn't you be happy that they want to hang out with you? shouldn't you be happy that jungkook gets recognised? your thoughts get interrupted by a knock on the door and jungkook pocking his head with a frown evident on his face. "baby? what happened ?" he rushes to you when he sees the tears on your face.

kneeling down in front of you, he cradles your face in his hands and wipes the tears off your red cheeks. you shake your head, embarrassed to tell him you're crying over something so stupid. seeing the frown on his face you sigh, looking down at your lap "some of my classmates who never even talked to me before suddenly wanted to hang out after they saw you.

i don't know, it just made me feel bad. i'm sorry, i know it's childish-" he cuts you off before you could even finish, lifting your head so you could look him in the eyes again "first of all, it's not childish, and second, don't you dare apologise. it's not your fault. just ignore them okay?" he whispers as he gets up and pulls you in bed with him, throwing your favourite fluffy blanket on your bodies.

his warm hands wipe the new tears from your face before he presses a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. "they don't deserve your tears" he smiles, wrapping his arms around you to protect you from the chilly air in his house. he pulls the blanket further on your shoulder and starts tracing thoughtless patterns on your waist.

his free hand pushes your head further into the crook of his neck before playing with your hair. your bodies were like puzzle pieces, fitted perfectly together under the fluffy blanket.

he presses short and sweet kisses all over your face, before pressing a final one on your lips "i love you" he whispers. you smile softly and nuzzle further in his chest "i love you too bunny" you mutter before the both of you fall into a slumber, lunch long forgotten on the kitchen counter.

#bts imagines #bts x male reader #request #bts x reader #jungkook x male reader #jungkook x reader #bts x gn reader #bts jungkook #bts one shot

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hockpock · 3 months

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Acquired at Aldi's and gifted to @libraford

#pock posts a thing

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captainofthetidesbreath · 6 days

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between the memes for Chet's death (as werewolf grandpa would've wanted, had it stuck) and the tears for FCG's death (as therapy robot would've wanted), we've experienced the full spectrum of posting through a PC death last night

#or as one may say... the epic highs and lows...#disclaimer: don't be mean to Chet on this post; the memes and jokes about him dying were affectionate #Critical Role #Chetney Pock O'Pea #Fresh Cut Grass #Critical Role things #CR spoilers

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bettyfrommars · 8 months

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The Nightmare Factory: Origins

nightmare!eddie x Reader

Masterlist

a little peek into how Eddie got the job

Sigh, yet another blurb that turned into 2k. There is mention of Reader in this, but no actual interaction. We get to meet the notorious Kevin and get a glimpse at the inside of the building where nightmare!eddie works, as well as run into a few of his future co-workers. I love those of you who have shown interest in this; let me know if there are certain things/events you'd like to see. wc: 2.2k

18+ONLY, mature themes, horror, nothing bad happens but there will be mention of gore and scary things. Nightmare!eddie, Gareth, a ventriloquist doll, liminal spaces, mention of spiders and creepy dolls. A severed foot. I write these like a fever dream and then post them, so I hope it makes a decent amount of sense.

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When Wayne told Eddie that there were positions open at the Nightmare Factory, it just so happened that he was tired of slaving over a grill every day and ready for something new. But he wasn't interested in working at a desk or on the janitorial team—he wanted to travel and scare the shit out of a few people.

From the trailer park, he could see the tall stacks in the distance, jutting up into the sky, pumping out industrial black smoke from somewhere inside the factory. He never realized how much elbow grease went into producing nightmares.

The Nightmare Factory had not always been there. One day, it just appeared, as it was prone to do in various locations all over the world. Months ago, he was having a smoke out behind the diner where he worked the kitchen, when a creepy doll head fell from the sky and bounced to the ground. It rolled to the edge of the nearby dumpster and wedged there.

He yelled for Gareth to come out so he could tell him what just happened.

“It’s raining heads,” Eddie blew a raspberry laugh after he said it, and the two of them bent to get a closer look.

The plastic doll head had long, patchy, auburn hair that fell over its face, and it was missing a glass eyeball. Eddie picked it up and stood to full height, turning it around to give it a look. A thick, slimy centipede slithered out of the empty eye socket and crawled over Eddie’s finger, making him yelp and throw the thing.

He shook his hand out, making sure the centipede was not still on him. Not too far away on the pavement, the head now looked molded and rotten, as if it had been made of living tissue.

“It’s that fucking Nightmare Factory, I’m telling you,” Gareth insisted, wiping his hands on his apron. “It just showed up a couple days ago, and yesterday I saw a frog walking on its hind legs with a mouth full of vampire teeth.”

Eddie licked his lips, thoughtfully.

Soon enough, he was driving to the factory in question with his resume next to him in the seat, wearing the nicest shirt and pair of jeans he owned, and he even had his hair tied back—at Wayne’s urging. “You’re not a drug dealer anymore, son, you need to look presentable.”

Upon arrival, an ornate, iron gate opened at the entrance, and he followed in what appeared to have once been a car. The metal was dented all over like a piece of balled-up paper, and the blue paint chipped in areas to expose the dull yellow underneath. The passenger window was nothing but saran wrap secured with duct tape, and there were a few aluminum cans tied to the bumper with string. The cans were pock-marked and rusted, and the vehicle drove at a tilt as if the tires on one side were too small.

On the back window, there was white writing, scrawled as if with a non-dominant hand. Eddie squinted at the lettering, saying it out loud as he read: JUST DEAD.

He parked the van in front of one of the visitor placards right next to a wood-paneled station wagon.

On the outside, the factory looked like an old, abandoned steel mill you might see from the freeway as you passed, but inside—it offered the aesthetic of a pristine, marble floor museum. A museum without any artifacts or art—just bare, cream walls, one long hallway of doors, low, fluorescent lighting, a reception desk, and a pair of mysterious double doors to the right.

Eddie’s footsteps echoed in the empty hall as he made his way over to the reception desk.

The secretary was bent over behind the desk, possibly jotting down a note, when Eddie cleared his throat to get her attention. She had on a light blue, pillbox hat from the 60’s with a matching suit, and wore her hair in a short, platinum blonde bob.

When she looked up at him, he realized her face was made of fiberglass—her pink lips and wide, a tiny, sharp nose, and blue eyes frozen in time. There was a lightning-shaped crack down her cheek that feathered out down her neck, and he realized then, with one glance down at her stiff hands, that she was a broken mannequin.

“Do you have an appointment?” She asked without moving her mouth; lips slightly parted and turned up at one corner.

“Um, yeah, no,” Eddie stammered, taken aback when a few small spiders crawled out of the crack on her face. “I’m here about the job opening.”

“Ah, well then you’ll need to meet with Kevin,” she confirmed, running her beige, plastic hand down some scribbles on a big appointment book. “He is the only door on the 3rd floor. I’ll let him know you are on your way.”

“Oh great, thanks,” Eddie moved his hand to flash her the devil horns, but then he realized that might not be appropriate, faltered a bit, and then chose a thumbs up instead. “I like that color blue on you, it matches your eyes.”

The receptionist couldn’t blush, but she did give a high-pitched giggle at the compliment.

There were two sets of elevator doors, and while he waited in front of one for it to open, the one next to it dinged, and a group of tall, thin men in black coats with no faces and hooks for hands stepped out. They seemed to glide on the air more than walk, and he wondered if they had any feet. One gave a wave of his hook to Eddie and mumbled, “morning,” as they moved to enter one of the doors across the way.

The hallway to Kevin’s office had a clear, aquarium floor with colorful fish fluttering around in Eddie’s path, and he stopped to admire them for a minute as a smile stretched around his face. There was mellow jazz playing from a speaker somewhere overhead it reminded him of the waiting room at the dentist office. It wasn’t long before a severed foot that looked like it had been sawed or bitten off at the ankle floated through the aquarium beneath him, and Eddie’s smile dropped. The toe was nearly bitten off by little fish nibbles.

“This fucking place,” he whispered to himself, one fist in the pocket of his leather jacket, as he took note of the portrait painting on the wall from the early 1900’s of a woman in a dress sitting in a chair, and it looked like her eyes had been cut out, offering two perfect ovals for another pair of eyes to peep out.

The door to Kevin’s office was open, so Eddie rapped his knuckle on the wall and stuck his head in. “Hello? Kevin? I’m here about the job?”

When he didn’t get a response, he pushed in a bit further, with caution.

The inside looked like the library of some distinguished gentleman; a big oak desk backed by floor to ceiling rows of books; a globe on a brass stand; oil paintings with ornate frames; a cigar smoldering in a glass ashtray near the cream-colored phone with the blinking red light on it.

Eddie made one last attempt: “Hello?”

“I’m right here, you knob,” a tiny, irritated voice said.

Eddie turned to follow the sound, and the chair behind the desk spun around to reveal what appeared to be a ventriloquist doll in a blue and white sailor suit, sitting atop a few thick encyclopedias so that he could reach the top of the desk. It had a big, abnormal grin on its face that hinged at the chin, and eyebrows too high on the head, as if he were eternally shocked, framed in a swirl of brown, plastic hair.

“That's me. I am Kevin. Go ahead, sit,” the doll extended his arm, motioning to one of the two chairs in front of his desk. They were both small, plastic chairs meant for children, and Eddie eyed them with trepidation. Before he could sit, he had to move a thick book titled “Ruling the World for Dummies” and set it on the desk. His hips barely fit as he shoved down into the seat, angling his head all the way back to look up at Kevin.

He slid his resume forward on the wood as if he were a middle school kid handing in his homework.

Kevin hopped from the stack of books onto the desk in his shiny black shoes and looked over the piece of paper—his featureless fingers flexing.

“A mechanic and a line cook,” Kevin’s eyes clicked as he looked at the typed out words, and then found Eddie’s eager gaze over the top of the page. “So, no nightmare experience?”

Eddie’s brain scurried for the correct answer. “Well, not professionally, no. But I’m a quick study, and my life is kind of one big nightmare, if you know what I mean,” he rubbed his sweaty palms up and down on the knees of his jeans while Kevin returned a blank—albeit perpetually alarmed—expression.

“Can you work weekends?”

“Yes.”

“Evenings?”

“Sure. Well, except some Fridays and Tuesdays. My band, we—”

“What about portals? Do you experience motion sickness during interdimensional travel?” Kevin interrupted.

“I don’t think so, but I’m not sure.” Eddie moved his eyes around the room, keeping his head still.

“Are you willing to sign an NDA in regards to this facility, and any activities that take place herein?”

Eddie considered that for a second, wondering how strictly they enforced the non-disclosure agreement. At the end of the day, he really didn’t talk to many people, but it was hard for him to keep his mouth shut around those he did interact with.

“Sure,” Eddie shrugged.

“Great. Swell.” Kevin dropped the resume, letting it slip off the desk and flutter to the ground without a second thought. He bent down to pick up the cigar that was still smoldering and stuffed the fat end in between his grinning lips. The smoke he inhaled came out his ears. “You’re hired. Benefits start after 30 days. Come back tomorrow around the same time and someone will give you a tour and set you up with a locker.”

Eddie moved to stand up and thank him, but his ass was stuck in the chair, so he sat back down for the time being.

“Do you know what type of nightmares you want to specialize in?” Kevin asked.

Eddie hadn’t considered any of that. “Um, what are my options?”

Kevin rolled his eyes and put his cigar back down. “Do you even have any idea what we do here?”

“I’ll be honest, man,” Eddie raised an eyebrow, offering a bit of a smirk. “I'm just looking for a paycheck. But I’m a hard worker, I’ll take anything you throw at me.”

What Kevin didn’t tell him was that Eddie was the only applicant they’d had all week. Work conditions were rather dismal at the factory as of late, and the turn-over rate was astronomical; there were Nightmare Scholars with several degrees still slumming it as closet monsters and ghosts that tapped on windows pretending to be a branch.

But, Eddie was fine with it. He wasn’t interested in a career in nightmares—his music was all that mattered to him back then.

Back before your nightmares were all he cared about.

“At the end of the hall on the first floor, there’s a bulletin board with the positions that are available. You’ll need to pick one, and then Walter will get you enrolled in whatever classes you need.”

“Walter?” Eddie asked, looking around, as if the Walter in question might appear at any second from out of the bookshelf.

“You’ll meet him tomorrow,” Kevin’s head turned to the side, but his body stayed facing forward. “He’s a swamp monster; big guy. He’s in charge of all the new trainees. Man’s got a particular foul odor about him, but damn his wife is a great cook.”

Eddie’s wallet chain clinked against the plastic chair as he forced it off his hips like popping out a cork, and he thanked Kevin with a wave.

Little did he know then what a pain in his ass Kevin would be.

Little did he know that, some 2 years later, he’d be so dedicated to the work that they’d be offering him a promotion.

They offered to put him in a training position, or behind a desk sorting dream journal entries, but he had no interest in such things. They could keep their promotions.

He needed to stay on the ground, in the trenches.

Until he could find a way out of your dreams and into your arms. --------

This is dedicated to my darling Kiya and their generous donation to my Kofi...it meant the world to me 🧡🧡

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#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #The nightmare factory #nightmare!eddie #Eddie munson series #spooky season fic #eddie munson fluff

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beelsnack · 3 months

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Imperfect - Obey Me! Boys and an MC With Scars

Continuing my trend of hyper-specific self-insert fics lol

This is me projecting a little bit, I have quite a few scars. I'm diabetic, so I don't heal very well. Also, the scenario described in Mammon's part actually happened to me, so...yeah, ya boi is projecting.

There is a part two in the works, I just don't want to make this post too long.

Content Warning: Mention of self-harm in Belphie's part.

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Lucifer: “Can I ask you something?”

The two of them were enjoying a rare moment of peace, sipping on hot drinks together in the early morning. Most of the occupants of the House of Lamentation were still asleep, or the ones that were awake were busy doing their own thing. For once, it felt like the world was allowing them to take a break.

Lucifer set his coffee cup down and regarded them with the soft, fond look that he seemed to reserve for them alone. “Of course, my dear.”

“If you could…” the human cleared their throat, shifting their weight around nervously. “If you could get rid of my scars, would you?”

Lucifer’s expression hardened, and for a moment they were worried they had made him angry. An apology was halfway out of their mouth when Lucifer stood, making his way over to their side and cradling their chin in his gloved hand.

“If you wished it, it would be so,” he rubbed a thumb over one of the pock-marks on their cheek. Not only had cystic acne left a constellation of marks across their face, they had always bruised easily so even the mildest of injuries left scars.

“But you are exactly the way you need to be as you are,” Lucifer continued. “And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

Mammon: “Did it hurt?”

At first the human thought that Mammon was attempting to use a cheesy and potentially blasphemous pick up line on them. But when they looked up from the TV show the two of them were watching while curled up in their bed, they realized that he was looking at the faded red-purple marks adorning their legs.

“Well, it didn’t fucking tickle.”

Mammon flushed. “I didn’t - I mean - uh, shit, um - “

They shoved him good-naturedly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Both of them sat in silence before they decided the awkward tension was too much. “You wanna know how I got these scars?” they asked, in a terrible Joker impression.

“Not if you’re gonna sound like Heath Ledger while telling me.”

The human snorted. “It’s not even that cool, honestly. I was helping move some furniture, and the house had a pretty long set of concrete steps. I was going backwards down the steps, lost my footing and ate it from about six feet in the air.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Mammon hissed, wincing in sympathy.

“I have one on my arm, too, but that one’s a bit more faded,” they held up their forearm. The discolored patch of skin was barely visible in the dim light from the TV, but Mammon could still tell it couldn’t have been a pleasant experience. “Had a split second to chose between bashing my head in or fucking up my arm.”

“...I’m glad you chose your arm?” Mammon shrugged.

“Me too,” they laughed.

Leviathan: He was staring.

The human was starting to get a little uncomfortable with how intensely Levi was looking at their face. They knew the scar on the left side of their face was intense - it had been a constant reminder of the house fire they had survived when they were younger. But Levi didn’t have to stare at it like he was committing it to memory.

“I’m just thinking…”

“Thinking about what?” The human wished they had a hood to hide behind or something, they were starting to get angry.

Levi must have realized his error, because he suddenly turned bright red and looked away, hand covering the lower half of his face in embarrassment. The human felt a little bad, but at least Levi wasn’t gawking at them anymore.

“...y’look…lrpzuko…”

“...Come again?”

“I said you look like Prince Zuko!” Levi blurted before pressing his hand harder against his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I’m just gonna - “

“Wait,” the human pulled up their phone camera. “...I kind of see it, holy shit.”

Satan: “So where did this come from, anyway?”

He knew it probably was committing some sort of social faux pas to ask, but Satan was a curious creature by nature, and he figured that he and the human were close enough. Figuratively and literally, considering they were laying with their head in his lap while the two of them were reading.

When they made an inquisitive noise, he idly drew a clawed finger down the long, jagged scar decorating their forearm. He felt them stiffen against his legs, and when he looked up he saw the apprehension on their face.

“I…God, it’s so stupid…”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Satan urged. They hesitated a bit before sighing.

“I was fighting with this kid in…it was either middle school or early high school. I went to walk away because I was kind of getting sick of arguing with the moron, but when I turned around they shoved me hard enough to knock me over. I kinda like…flung my arm up, to protect my face, y’know? And since it was outside it got all scraped up. Never healed fully, I guess, so now I have this.”

Satan hummed thoughtfully, tracing the outline of the scar. It was faint, barely visible in dim lighting, but it was obvious that the human wished it wasn’t there.

“You fought back, right?”

“Duh.”

Asmo: “You seem very focused there, darling. Don’t quite know your shade?”

The two of them had been standing in the foundation section of the local Dephora for a while now. Asmodeus knew the store like the back of his hand and had already scooped up all of his favorite products in addition to a couple new drops that had made their way onto Devilgram. The human, however, hadn’t moved for about 20 minutes.

“I mean…I know my shade, but…” they hesitated, hand idly drifting towards the side of their neck. “Coverage is more what I’m worried about.”

Asmo’s brows furrowed. The human had a scar from when they got splashed with hot oil as a child, and they were notoriously self-conscious about it. Aesthetically, Asmo understood - it wasn’t pretty, it looked like it had hurt and if he could he would use every bit of his magical power to get rid of it completely. But it was part of the human, and Asmo loved it regardless.

He slipped a hand overtop of the humans, causing them to look up at him with worried eyes. Asmo’s own eyes softened, and he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to their forehead. “Darling, if you do want to cover it up to boost your confidence, I will gladly help you pick out foundation and concealer. But you know you don’t have to if you truly don’t want to, right? That I’ll love you no matter what?”

The human looked away, but Asmo still caught the shy smile they wore as they leaned into his hand. “I know.”

Beelzebub: “Can I help you?”

Admittedly, the human was a little paranoid about whether or not people were staring at them. But this time, it was very clear that Beelzebub was staring at them, and they weren’t sure how they felt about it. They were cooking dinner, after all, they might not even be the thing that Beel was staring at.

“That mark on your shoulder.”

Immediately, the human tensed up. They had thought that the shirt they were wearing covered up the conspicuous birthmark on their right shoulder, but apparently not. “What about it?”

Beel paused for a moment. “It looks like a potato.”

They turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Does it? I can’t really see it all that often.”

“Mm,” Beel nodded before unfolding himself from the stool he was sitting on and coming up to hug the human from behind. He leaned down to nuzzle affectionately against the mark, and the human felt their apprehension begin to bleed away. “I like it. It makes you, you.”

They remained silent for a moment before a small smile tugged at the corner of their lips. “Thanks, Beel.”

Belphegor: “Did you do that to yourself?”

It took a minute for the human to realize what Belphie was talking about. They had just changed into their pajamas, and they honestly had thought Belphie was asleep. But apparently he had been awake enough to notice the evenly-spaced cut marks along the insides of their thighs.

“...Yeah,” they muttered, hiding their face in his chest. So much for a peaceful night’s sleep. “A while ago.”

“Why?”

They shrugged. Honestly, thinking about that particular time in their life wasn’t something they did often, at least not consciously. Every time they did, their heart rate increased, their breathing sped up, and it suddenly felt like they were in that dark room again with nothing but their spiraling thoughts -

“You don’t have to tell me,” Belphe muttered against their hair. “Stay with me, now, okay?”

He ran a hand up and down their back soothingly, and it would never surprise them how gentle Belphegor could be for a demon.

“You want to know what I think?” Belphie allowed his fingers to trace the marks along their thighs, but the touch was distinctly platonic.

“Mm?”

“I think,” he pressed a kiss to the crown of their head. “That you were going through a lot, and those scars are proof that you made it through.”

The human stilled, processing, before they snuggled deeper into Belphie’s embrace. “You think so?”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed sleepily, hand stilling against the small of their back. “Not that I’m glad you have them, mind you, but nobody goes through hell completely unscathed and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of them.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #tw self harm #self harm

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libraford · 9 months

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Some more observations on post-roommate life.

So I had it in my head that I was terrible to live with because I rarely ever cleaned, because A often said she was the only one who ever did.

But now that they're gone, I do a bit more cleaning than I used to.

I have some observations that might have contributed to it.

- I used to be pretty vigilant about doing dishes on days when I wasnt working. But being told that i was a slob made me feel like i wasnt doing it right. So i would only do it when they werent in the kitchen. Which meant that I was doing it typically in the morning while they werent up and about.

But I could hear them commenting on the noise it made so I had to do it very quietly. She said that the clinking of dishes triggered her because her mom would throw glassware when she was angry. I know she cant help her triggers, but it made the one chore that I felt comfortable doing into kind of a complicated dance.

And a solution would be to only do them when they're not at home to hear it, but A is agoraphobic and didnt leave the house except to attend house showings while they were looking for new places to live.

-when she said things like 'I'm the only one who does chores' it kind of made me feel like shit because like... do I not feed you? Do I not do dishes? I paid the rent and you did not? So now I got shame surrounding how I do chores because it's not good enough for her.

-she wouldnt correct me, but she would correct her partner often on how things ought to be done. Like... specific knives. If she caught B using a big knife to cut peppers instead of a paring knife, shed lecture her on the proper knife to use. And B has memory problems, so we'd hear the lecture over and over again. And it was every time they cooked together.

-when I did do chores, she would do them over again because it wasnt good enough.

-it was common for me, pock, and B to watch tv during or after dinner. A would make a point of washing dishes loudly while we were watching tv, making a point of saying that she wasnt interested in what we were watching but definitely scrutinizing it through the gap where she could see it. The pipes are loud, and it would take a good half hour.

But when we would go back into the kitchen after she was done we'd come into a full sink, so we're not sure what she was actually washing for half an hour. Which made me feel like she was trying to manipulate us somehow. But I'm not sure what she was trying to get out of it.

-i once spilled flour on the floor during cookiemas and ran the roomba to clean it up. She saw me do this and decided to wax poetic on the treatment of robots and how would I feel if I was only liked because I cleaned...etc. it was a little bizarre.

So I think being able to clean without commentary is making it easier for me to want to do housework.

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