#Saria Writes

[mokadevs]

you've given me nothing to miss

[arkiwii]

ok I'm about to pass out from exhaustion after pulling an all nighter and reading this ~140 000 words long event so allow me to scream a little bit before

AHEM SPOILERS BELOW FOR THE ENTIRETY OF THE EVENT

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEARAAAA

WUEUERUEYTEEEEUEEE????GHHJGHHHGGGGXJJJhjhjwff,,

FUCKING EVAPORATES AND DIES. EXPLODES. IMPLODES. PERISHES ON THE SPOT. DIES A MILLION TIME.

ok good night this event made me cry so much im not alright anymore

[lykieu]

You wonder if you've ever taken the time to watch the sky: white and wanton brushstrokes, colouring the curve of the earth, green sinking into blue.

(Sink you will, into this familiar shape, bowed, curl of her smile, crescent of each embrace. You think of softer thoughts and it shocks you like static, that flinch in the pit of your smouldering heart. You didn't believe in making peace with it. Now you can't remember the war.)

Sink you will, into the soft grassy knolls of the isle, the cliff you find yourself standing on, surrounded by dandelions sprinkled like the land reflecting the stars. You had believed that once, stalwart in your stance, that something so dull could appear so bright in the right company, with the right promise. And you had thought it would last. But as with the dirt beneath your feet, everything returns to dust, and only the ocean could ever come close to mirroring the sky. Deep in your mind, you know you shouldn't have tried to become anything other than what you are: a boulder to step on, stone pillar of regret.

The nature of the isle is blustery and remote. Sanctuary claimed in the aftermath of loss: a cottage by the ocean, she had insisted, for reasons you may never fully understand.

Gusts of wind whip through your hair and your clothes, embedding you in seasalt and the sounds of gulls high above. They soar so freely as you watch, dipping and hovering just out of reach, wings expanded like parachutes to carry them away at a moment's notice. How you've never envied that more.

Hours pass by and you come to lay down entirely. It's simply you and billowing grass tickling at your sides. You and the greying horizon, the incoming storm from across the sea. You and your thoughts and your grief and your newfound joy. Concentrate on what you've held onto with bleeding fists. Concentrate on the present, not the absent; on the catch, not the fall.

Heavy eyelids close to the first raindrops against your skin. They slip down your cheeks, icy beads to join a single crystal tear.

“I knew I'd find you here.”

Ah. The gulls dissipate. The waves pause. Your heart freezes in distant panic.

Above you appears a bright yellow umbrella. And peering down—is Muelsyse. Your pulse settles at the scent of autumn flowers, settles like a great descent, a coming home.

“Hey.” Your voice is hoarse but you smile faintly at her. You don't move.

She crouches down, spinning the umbrella absently in her grip like a watery halo, angel of your heavy heart. She speaks casually, even if you both know the moment is not. “What are you doing out in the rain?”

You allow her to brush your damp cheek, and you know she can tell from just a touch that one particular droplet did not originate from the sky. Her expression stirs, then softens. She runs her thumb beneath your eye, then raises it to her lips.

“I was resting,” you say, watching each motion, content to keep your whole weight upon the earth, where the only view is her and beyond.

“I hope so,” Muelsyse replies. She slides her tongue over her thumb before bending down to kiss you.

It's salty.

“You've needed this for a long time,” she says, tender in your ear. She combs through your hair with one hand as the other releases its grip on the umbrella. It falls to the ground and the sky opens up. Pouring, pelting, soaking. She joins you, drops into your arms, into the green of steady bounds, and buries deep into your shoulder. Still, you don't move other than to pull her close.

Soon, the storm becomes a soothing rhythm, an icy thrum against your skin. You allow another droplet to escape the corner of your eye, then another, and another, until they run rapids down your face, merging into rivers that you hope will drown your sorrow.

You remain as still as you can, as quiet as you can. The only disturbances come from the shuddering of your lungs, and even these sounds are swept away by the wind.

Muelsyse doesn't speak, only holds onto your shirt for dear life. It seems like you would both fall from some unknown precipice should she let go. So she doesn't. Couldn't. And she whispers just above the storm, something that makes the planet halt its spinning.

“I miss her, too.”

You know now that this ache inside may never truly leave.

/

[the-delta-42]

No Longer You

No Longer You

Link stumbled over the rocks, he’d heard of a prophet from the Skullkid. They said that he could see the future, he could tell Link the way back to Hyrule. He had to get back to Hyrule, he had to get back to Zelda, and Darunia, Ruto, Nabooru, Impa, Saria. He had to get home.

He dislodged some rocks, knocking them into a deep, endless pit. Swallowing, Link continued onwards, before coming to a large circle, with someone sitting on the ground, facing away from him.

Link opened his mouth, before the man spoke.

“I am the prophet,

with the answers you seek.

Time, I’ve unlocked it,

I see past and future running free.”

The Prophets voice was almost melodical.

“There is a world,

Where I help you get home.

But, that’s not a world I know.”

“What?” Rasped Link, ice filling his veins.

“I see a song of past romance,

The sacrifice of man.

I see portrayals of betrayals,

And a warriors final stand.

I see you on the brink of death!

I see you draw your final breath!

I see a man who gets to make it home alive,

But it’s no longer you.”

Link staggered back, “No. No, this can be,” He panted, “I’ve suffered and sailed through the toughest of hells and now you tell me, my effort’s for nothing?!”

“I see your kingdom,

Coated in red.

Faces of friends,

Who had long believed you’re dead!

I see the Princess,

with a man who is haunting.

A man with a trail of bodies.”

“WHO?!” Bellowed Link, grabbing his sword, Zelda was going to be in danger.

“I see a song of past romance,

The sacrifice of man,

Portrayals of betrayal

And a warrior’s final stand.

I see you on the brink of dead,

I see you draw your final breath!

I see a man who makes it home alive.

But, it’s no longer you.”

With that last word, the prophet vanished, leaving Link along in the cave.

[prettycottonmouthlamia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 明日方舟 | Arknights (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Saria (Arknights), Ifrit (Arknights) Summary:

Saria gets a birthday present for the first time, and it helps her begin to confront her feelings on the past.

[sleepyy-27]

*insert crappy rushed art here* I decided to write a small fic to go with the day one art so here it is :P

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Whumptober

Alt prompt forgotten

Warning: mention of death but it has a nice end to make up for some of the sadness ig :P

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He woke up no idea where he was, actually he didn’t know who he was, was he even a he? And why were his hands transparent? Everything around this strange place he found himself in had been dark except a ball of light.

Has that always been there?

It seemed the ball of light noticed him and floated towards the boy, it glowed blue, he could see it had beautiful wings? Was that what those called? He recalled multiple words but didn’t know the meaning to them except one, forgotten.

Maybe that’s where he is a place called "Forgotten", maybe he didn’t do anything so he was left behind here? He has so many thoughts and he had finally noticed the little ball of light saying something.

“Hey!”

“Look!”

“Listen!”

“Watch out!”

“Hey!”

He recognized her immediately her name was Navi, and for some reason wet stuff rolled down his face.

“Link!”

Was that his name? He didn’t know but she said it again while trying to wipe the tears that rolled down his face.

So that’s his name, Link.

He looked down at his hand, there was a strange shaped rock, no rock wouldn’t be the right word he knew that much at least, cause it was hollow with man made holes in it, there was a point that stuck out and it was a little long. Gold had wrapped that bit and three triangles had been engraved, he noticed that same mark on his own had the bottom right one being darker than the rest.

What was that called again?

“Link, do you not remember me?” The ball of light, no, Navi asked, floating in front of his face.

Remember. Why did he recognize her and that word?

Everything came back slowly but too fast, his vision blurred due to the amount of liquid, no, tears that had came out of his eyes, he expected to be alone in this moment but there was something small and tiny but comforting wrapping its tiny arms around his cheek.

“N-Navi?” He, no that’s not right, Link shakily said he noticed his hands weren’t transparent and instead he had been wearing armor now, he noticed he was much taller and this dark place wasn’t dark anymore.

His legs crumbled under himself as Navi whispered “I knew you would find me again, let’s go home now forest boy.” And all of a sudden he was back as a child in his green tunic, Saria was sitting on her usual stump, playing her tune on her ocarina, he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to see a young red haired girl wearing clothes that gave her away as Malon, the girl from Lon Lon ranch. “C’mon fairy boy let’s go!” Malon spoke voice gentle as she helped stand up.

He knows he wasn’t forgotten in the end and he took his own ocarina and started playing with Saria as Malon sat right beside him, Navi floating around the three glowing brightly.

He may have died and been forgotten physically but he would never be forgotten here.

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(Sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes I wrote this in the span of like idk almost 40 minutes sorry it’s short ;-;)

[coconi]

Summary:

There are tales of a mortal who was once taken in by the Kokiri: a young boy, orphaned and fairyless, who would one day save Hyrule from a terrible evil. Hero of Time, some call him — at least, those who still remember his journey. Before we knew him as such, however, he was simply a boy called Link. And though he would face much sorrow and hardship later in life, the story behind his name is one filled with wonder, a little chaos, and a generous pinch of cooking.

Or: The Kokiri are given an infant to care for, and he needs a proper name and nourishment. A cooking competition ensues.

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We were given permission to post our Homemade in Hyrule Volume 2 pieces, so here's mine 😊 A light-hearted (and very food-centric!) take on how OoT Link got his name and his place among the Kokiri 🍃🌿Featuring beautiful spot art pieces by @koobiie 🩷

(If you'd like to snatch a copy of the zine, leftover sales are open right now!)

[firstserve]

woe. new fedal fic be upon ye

[leithanienwnt]

I fucking love hearing why people love their favourite characters. People can post huge multi paragraph essays on how they got that character and why they connected with them and I will read that shit every time

[laikaflash]

which soulcalibur ships do you want to see explored more or become endgame? are there any that you want to be canon that arent necessarily so? are there any you have that most people havent really considered before?

(Sorry for the extra long wait. This was partly done back in March, but the rest is on me for forgetting to check my drafts. OTL)

Off the top of my head, here are the ones I'd like to see explored more:

Hwang/Mi-na: This one grew on me after Hwang's Soul Chronicle. (See the end of Chapter 8 where Mi-na tells him "I just... want you to let me help you for once...") I consider it potentially endgame, so I'm hoping they get more time together in-story to build to something.

Z.W.E.I./Viola: Seems to be farther off in the grand scheme of things but I'm hoping to see where the new timeline is going with these two. Especially with Iska Zwei (I assume).

Siegfried/Salia: At full risk of sounding like a broken record... She's been holding their group together since he snapped and dammit, I hope she follows him to Ostrheinsburg. （ ＴДＴ）This sort of bleeds into to the next questions because I don't see this pairing a lot (and I've looked). Again, I'm glad Salia finally got some screentime (aside from Quick Match in Broken Destiny); it just sucks that she was relatively obscure for so long.

are there any that you want to be canon that arent necessarily so? are there any you have that most people havent really considered before?

I'm putting these together because I don't think I'm all that adventurous with shipping. I tend to have a few pairings that I gravitate to; for just about anything else: sometimes I get it, sometimes I don't. I don't have any that wouldn't come off as a stretch in canon (which is one reason my Mitsurugi/Taki WIP is an AU).

A recurring curse that seems to have followed me from other fandoms is that I glom onto a pairing of side characters, which leaves me with a sparse selection of fanwork to check out if I'm lucky. So chances are I'm going to be the one person on Ao3 who posts anything Shugen/Anju (whenever I get around to that), but if I'm the first, so be it.

[digitalsatyr23]

Ocarina of Time Fanfic (Ch11)

It's taken a long time, but we're finally at the halfway point. Impa tries to escape with Princess Zelda while Saria fights her way into Castle Town, slaying monsters and saving townsfolk. Then, in the Temple of Time, our heroes finally confront Ganondorf, learning of the Gerudo's true intentions. Is it possible to break free from one's destiny, or are we but slaves to the machinations of fate?

[mokadevs]

“The more time passes, the more I'm sorry about it. We shouldn't have done it… We did not learn enough from this mission to justify the death of the dog.”

- Oleg Gazenko on Laika, the first dog sent to space.

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Saria justifies a world post-Kristen.

[arkiwii]

hey who wants to cry! i have a new fic who just came out of the oven

It's one I had in mind for a long time, because I realized that both Ifrit's and Ptilopsis's operator records had the same conclusion: they're both dying, they both know, but regardless, they both want the ones they love to be happy. And I really really wanted to write something with both bounding over this

prepare some tissues because i cried writing this

[dragonfelling]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! Tell me about a victory, either your characters or your own. I wanna hear about some triumphs

Happy STS!

My small victory this week is pumping out 6500 words on the Azaiah doc this month and over 35000 total on the Amara doc this year

As for characters....

Here is Azaiah's trophy, where he defeated a Nidus https://dragonfelling.tumblr.com/post/761725793859698688/snippet-sunday-azaiahs-trophy

and here is a short about a duel over a woman, where Someone has a Victory :)

Prince Iasis was all over Crown Skalono’s wife when Skalono unlocked the door and stepped into the upstairs common room. Her legs were locked around his hip and Iasis had his head buried in her neck. 

When the door swung open, Iasis sat up from her embrace and stared. His eyes went wide and his hands removed themselves from Saria's body. 

Skalono glared, breathing heavily. He looked so much like their father at that moment. The rage was palpable.

Skals stomach turned at the indignation one could only feel learning your brother had been doing your wife behind your back. 

He searched for what to say to them but only three words made it out in a choked, scathing growl.

“Get cleaned up.”

Iasis assisted Saria in getting redressed, his head hanging in shame. What had he done?... Did he feel guilty for the action, or… he thought about it while he buttoned up his vest. Or was it because he got caught.

He pushed his ruffled, sweaty hair back and mentally prepared himself to face his younger brother in the hall.

Iasis left first, glancing down at Skalono with an uncertain expression.

Skal grabbed Iasis by the arm. His grip was strong, the sinew of his hand was exaggerated by the painful grasp on his older brother. 

Iasis whispers. “Hey- That hurts.” He gives his arm a tug. Skalono grabbed up at the collar of his shirt and tugged him down a couple inches to stare him directly in the eyes. 

“Iasis, you… you fucker. You- I'm challenging you to a traditional Anemoian duel. Old rules.”

He was meeting Iasis on his own home grounds. Iasis blinked in confusion. This was a stupid decision from a stupidly angry man.

“Are you sure?”

“Dont fucking Are you sure, me. Tomorrow afternoon. Training yard. Saria is going to watch me tear you down.”

“That is a bad idea. Think about it before you hand out such a… a dumb challenge.”

“Do you think I'm not serious? Do you have any idea what you just did!?” He shakes his head and shoves Iasis when he lets him go. 

Iasis steps back and stands up straight.

“Skalono…”

“Get my name out of your mouth.”

When Saria steps out, Skalono turns away from her and storms downstairs. 

Saria puts an arm on Iasis’ back, frowning up at him. 

“He has no right to yell at you considering his own unfaithfulness.”

“It is less about you courting another man, and more about who it's with.”

“Did he say he challenged you?”

“Old Anemoian duel. Old rules. No powers and first blood is thrown out the window. it's very serious, It's a submission duel.”

“What's that mean?”

“One round, real wounds are free game. All that matters is that someone ends up on the ground at the mercy of the other. ”

“Then what!? That's really vague, Iasis.”

“Winner's choice to what happens.”

He grips the short sword at his waist, running his thumb along the guard.

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Saria stood to the side lines along with the rest of the crowd. Doctor Seane, Xavier, Jan and Fluvius stood beside her, watching the two Aeraki men circle each other like territorial animals.

The focus in their eyes was intense. They guided their blades in two hands, the tip pointed towards the chest of the other.

She couldn't lie to herself, Saria's heart fluttered at their expressions. She had never seen either of them look so wild.

Maybe it was the fact they were fighting over her.

Iasis spoke in a low, warning tone. 

“This is your last chance to rescind your challenge.”

“I don't revoke it. Fight me, Iasis.”

Both Skalono and Iasis had their hair up fully, braided tight and tied high to keep their hair out of the way. They both wore minimal leather armor, the typical for this kind of fight.

Iasis’ clothes always fit formly, but Skalono looked completely different without his loose comfortable robes. It was easy to see the size difference between them now. 

Iasis was tall and lean. There wasn't much fat on his bones but rolled up sleeves showed off firm, muscled arms.

Skalono had weight to throw. He was some inches shorter but he wouldn't be easy to bring to the ground. 

The crowd held their breath as the two approached one another closer and changed their grip on the blades to hold them in their right hands.

A challenge was a challenge: there wasn't a thing to be done considering who issued it.

If Skalono died here, then the throne would be Iasis’. Everyone knew that the man was pining for the crown too. 

Jan did not want it, and Fluvius was not eligible.

Everyone also knew that the king realistically had little chance. 

This was proven correct soon enough. 

Skalono stepped forward first, thrusting his blade towards Iasis. Iasis retaliated with a swift swing down onto Skalonos blade.

It was rebuked. Iasis turned his blade and parted the metal. He went for Skalonos arm. Skalono stepped back and guarded again. 

Both men took some distance between each other, their pacing around one another continuing. 

Skalono stepped forward again, faking Iasis out. A flinch to guard opened Iasis up for Skalono to step forward again and slash towards Iasis’ face. Iasis stepped back, growing close to the wall.

Skalono did not let up, and went for him again with two hands on the handle. Iasis stepped forward to take this attack head on. He let Skalonos sword run down his own and locked the blade at the guards. The Crown was strong and tried to force Iasis down. Iasis couldn't support the force brought on the guard with one hand so he lifted his free hand up to support the side of his blade in his palm, before tilting his body and in a mere moment kicking Skalonos leg to get the Crown away from him. 

They gave each other space again. Iasis began to take careful steps to get more room behind him. 

They breathed heavily through their noses, sweat beading on the back of their necks and foreheads. 

Wavy strands of hair loosened from their buns and braids and stuck to their skin. 

Skalono took the first leap again. Iasis’ reaction was poor this time, and he just barely missed a much more serious injury to his cheek. Iasis took a long few strides backwards and away from Skalono. He held his cheek, bringing his hand off to look at the blood. It would surely scar.

He looked at it, before wiping it dry on his tucked waist sash and taking a stable stance once more. It was embarrassing to him that he could let that happen. It wouldn't happen again. 

Skalonos' fourth assault ended in his own mistake. A sloppy chop, and Iasis cut through the meat of his dominant arm.

Blood ran down, trickling into his grip and into the dry dirt below. 

Skal felt dizzy looking at his own blood. In his hesitation, Iasis, two handed, hit his blade with full force. The handle slipped from Skalonos blood soaked, and weakened grip. 

Iasis stepped forward again to get the blade under his boot. He kicked it so it was behind him. Skal was now weaponless. 

Iasis moved his blade to one hand, then reached forward to grab Skalono. He raised his blade and the king cowarded. 

Iasis shoved him to the ground. 

He gave him a rough kick, then dropped down onto his chest. He grabbed Skalono by the hair and pinned him. His braids came loose and piled onto the ground. Iasis kept his blade ready to strike him dead.

Skalono screamed in protest, rasing his hands what little he could while Prince Iasis has his biceps under his knees. 

“NO- No no-”

Everyone panicked, but nobody moved. 

Iasis could do it. He could take the throne now. Why shouldn't he?...

He waited all this time. He trained his whole childhood. He deserved that crown circlet. He shed the blood , sweat and tears to prove it.

His gaze wandered to Saria, who looked horrified. 

Iasis brought the sword down at Skalonos head…

The crowd gasped and moved closer to see what happened.

At, but not upon. 

He moved his grip on his hair to one of Skalonos braids, and sliced it free from his head. 

He got up slowly, and held the braid out for the crowd to see. 

Iasis was the victor. Skalonos' pride was his winnings.

Skalono stayed on the ground, pawing at the rough place that Iasis cut. He let out an audible cry, turning onto his side to sit up.

Saria came to Skalonos side to comfort him, shushing him and telling him he will be fine. 

She glanced up to Iasis, and gave him a thankful smile. He didn't kill her husband despite every reason he had to do it. He was a merciful man.

[beta-lactam-allergic]

I would consider this line that Rosmontis gave in Chapter 7 to be one of my favourite lines in the game.

"Does death care that I am a child? Would war or disease spare someone because they are a child? When Amiya or I stand on the battlefield... who looks at us & thinks 'children?' We're 'monsters' aren't we, Doctor?"

It's also what turned me from not caring about Rosmontis in Chapter 6 to being a big fan of her after Chapter 7. For reference, I think there are three types of gacha rolls: horny-rolls, meta-rolls & story-rolls.

My personal thirst is SilverAsh (especially his Beach skin), Totter, Gnosis, Blitz, Tequila (an actual welfare unit), Chong Yue (especially his Alighting skin) & Hoederer (no more Orundum left & I didn't even get him) for the guys & Nearl Alter, Texas (both Base & Alter), Ines, Degenbrecher & Saria for the women. If you aren't on this list, then you aren't my horny bait.

I don't do meta-rolls. I'm good enough at the game to not need them. I lucked out in getting Saria & Nightingale through recruitment. SilverAsh was my starter 6-star. You only need 6-stars for CC/IS/SSS. The main story can be done without them (though I never figured out how on the Talulah fight, I needed Nightingale. I don't watch other people's clears, just hear that someone did something, than figure out how. For instance, the Rope solo of 4-4 took 3 hours to get).

So that just leaves story rolls for the others to convince me. These are the characters written well enough that I decide to add them to my playable roster. They wrote Rosmontis good enough in Chapter 7 to make more want to roll for her. That line was the moment I knew I had to have her on my roster.

For the record, I agree on the Irene line & the Woodrow line. I rolled for Irene & really wished that Woodrow Bianchi was playable.

Hi! As someone newer to ak, I would actually really love a “rawest Ak lines” list if u don’t mind sharing!

Okay so if I *did* run this, I would have to crowdsource some, because I haven't read everything, and I don't always remember to update my document when I do read shit. So my list is extremely biased, extremely incomplete, and very all over the fucking place. Do not take this as a comprehensive list, but rather just some of my favorites:

Patriot: "Rhodes Island. I will advance." A classic. A legend. A salsa that everyone at the table can enjoy.

Rosmontis: "You didn't want to die alone. You want to be remembered by me, and live on within me. But no. I came here just to watch you die. And now, I've forgotten you."

Eblana: "You'll remember me, shapeshifter. Your long and refractory memory will have chapters that belong to me." (not the official translation but I'm using this one because it goes SOOOO much harder)

Andoain: "I would rather be the torch that burns by the feet of those who are freezing to death. Even if its flame will soon be extinguished."

In game boss description text for Kristen Wright: Egotist. Betrayer. Seeker. Loner. Pioneer. Goodnight, Terra.

and of course, Woodrow: "May this bullet forgive what my heart cannot."

and then of course, Stultifera Navis, which has so many it was basically a contest to see who got the coolest line before the event ended. I have literally 8 lines in my notes document, my favorites being:

Irene: "You have not sinned in any way. The Holy Scriptures do not even mention your existence. Right now it is only I, as an Iberian, who is handing down this verdict. The scourge of the seas must be wiped out. You have no right to live. In the name of Iberia."

Carmen: “You, and your pathetic ideas, will be buried in Iberia. Before your last breath, be sure to pass on our thunderous roar to your kin. ‘The sea faces an ancient enemy called civilization, one you stand no chance of overcoming.'”

Captain Alfonso: “Remember this well, Irene! Return to land and sing the praises of Alfonso's feats! The last monster that Alfonso slew... was himself!”

Ulpianus: “If you care about the word of God, then so be it. The Seaborn are not gods, nor are their forefathers. I have seen how your gods die, their screams coursing through the currents, their flesh and blood smeared across abyssal ravines.”

I think for the sake of the hypothetical bracket, I'd probably want to limit it to one line per event before the entire thing is consumed entirely by just Stultifera Navis

[bookwormscififan]

Sorry to bother you! I just wanted to say I love your blog and was wondering if you happen to roleplay by any chance?

Hi! Thanks for sending in an ask!

I don’t do role play mostly because I’m uncomfortable with that. I do however write reader insert fics if you ever wanna read those!