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dr-habit-b · 4 years ago

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No application, no warning, heck, not even an email! Kamal was already working on two other applications from the other night, and before he knew what was even happening, from the corner of his vision through the window he saw some Habititans gathering around the entrance to the ‘carnival’ area.

He didn’t think much of it at first, maybe the kids were trying to mess with Ronbo, he was the clown after all, but when he poked his head around the office’s big, clunky computer he saw-

Wait wAS THAT ANOTHER FREAKIN KID?

He bolted up from his chair and ran out to the balcony, gripping the railing as he leaned forward, squinting to see what was happening. In the middle of a few of the residents was definitely a new person, no doubt. Ohh god oh GOD what the heck? They definitely weren’t expecting anyone today, who..??? Geez, aw geez.

“Haaaaaabit! We got a! Thing!!!!” He called out from the balcony, his voice creaking with anxiety. He didn’t want to deal with this today!...

Kamal was staring down into the carnival area, rubbing his temples as Habit came up behind him, peering around to see his assistant’s face.

“Kamal? Whate’s the matter?”

He watched with curiosity and confusion as his assistant just gestured frustratingly down to the carnival, following his gaze. Oh! There was a little group down there, now what were they doing?

“Eye.. do’nt understand, whate is happening?”

He frowns a little bit as Kamal drags his hands down his face with a big sigh, looking up at him. The anxiety and worry was very apparent on his face... his hand twitches a little, wanting to hold his face, but he doesn’t.

“I dunno if you can see or not, but uh. The Habititans? Are? Around a. Uh. A kid. New kid. Like, ah, no application or anything I didn’t recognize them Habit oh my god what are we gonna do?!”

Kamal starts running his fingers through his hair and curling it around his fingers as he starts rocking on his heels a little. If this kid just showed up, without parents, or, hell, even with parents but no application, ohhh they’re gonna get in so much trouble.

He jumps a bit feeling big hands on his shoulders, looking up at Habit.

“Kamal. It iz o.k. We wille figure thise out! Let us go ande greete theme!”

Kamal forces a little bit of a smile, taking a deep breath as he pats Habit’s arms, shaking his head as those big hands remove from his shoulders.

“Y.. yeah, yeah. Okay. That’s probably for the best anyways, uh, lets! Lets just go, yeah?”

Habit gives him a smile, just barely showing his teeth, and pats Kamal on the back as the two of them head down the elevator. They don’t say much, but Kamal can feel Habit staring down at him as he nervously fidgets and messes with his hair. He’s still really worried, but! But it’ll be fine, right? Right. They wont get sued, I mean, its not like Parsley is hanging out in the carnival. Its not like he’ll see this kid, coming in unannounced and unplanned, and think to sue them. Haha, right? Right?? That wont happen.’

Kamal doesn’t notice the elevator ding and open up at first, not till Habit pats his back and coaxes him out. Geez, okay, he needs to just. Breathe and take a moment to get out of his own head.

He takes their long walk down the long hallway to the boiler room to do just that, holding his hands together in front of them and staring down at them. He feels a hand on his back, Habit making sure to guide him and keep him walking. Its appreciated, to say the least.

By the time they exit that big door in the back of the boiler room, Kamal is at least calm enough to not be almost pulling out his own hair.

“Are u o.k?”

He didn’t jump at least, but as Kamal looked up at his boss, he took a moment to take in the worried expression on his face. They both stopped, just a few feet shy away from the door, just staring at each other. Kamal let out a weary sigh before finally answering.

“I.. I’m worried! A lot, but... but it’ll be fine, right? We’ll... figure it out... probably.”

A smile creeped up on Habit’s face and he nodded, giving Kamal’s head a little pat pat.

“Yese it will! Do note worri, if it go-es bad, eye will handl it. Thise is mine Habitat, after all.”

Kamal manages a smile back for him, but. His words both comfort and continue to worry him. But they weren’t going to figure out just standing here, so he decides to lead the way this time, with Habit following just a touch behind him.

The gathered Habitians had moved from the carnival gates into the middle of the courtyard, it looked like... Ronbo, Mirphy, Tiff and Jimothan were gathered by the new kid, talking amongst themselves and looking rightfully worried. They all turned their heads hearing Kamal and Habit approach, which made Kamal feel incredibly small.

Thankfully Habit took charge and stepped in front of Kamal, smiling with open arms.

“Hell-o evry-one!! I hear thate we have a new visitor two-day!” He clasps his hands together, gazing down at the awkward-looking teen in the middle of the adults. “Amd who mite you be, younge man?”

The boy just stared at him for a moment, probably taking in the height difference, before shaking his head and grinning wide with teeth covered in braces. He was a nerdy looking kid, to say the least, dressed up far too warm for this summer heat. But, Habit supposed he used to dress in a very similar way in his teen years...

“O-oh! Uh!” Wait, he clears his throat a bit, trying to keep his voice from so obviously cracking. “I’m Trevor Garbo! And I heard from a...” He gets all shifty eyed for a moment, before looking back to Habit with squinty eyes. “Reliable source, that you guys might have a Vampire lurking around here!! I had to come see for myself!”

Habit just blinked down at the kid, and he could feel how dumbfounded his expression looked. He glanced over to the adults around Trevor, who all seemed just as exasperated and confused. O-key... um. Hmm..

“Weel! I amn not knowing about thise, but... ah.. Trevor, did you come here... a-lone?”

He didn’t turn around, but he could feel Kamal behind him grabbing nervously at his coat. He could practically feel him begging for the answer to be no. And, well, Habit was hoping for that too of course. But if this kid did come here alone....

“..Oh, nah! Uh, actually. My mom dropped me off.”

Relief. Kamal practically melted into a puddle, and Habit felt a little weight off his shoulders too. Although...

“Dide she? Ah, iz.. she stille aroumd?”

The blank stare Trevor gives him does Not inspire confidence.

“Uhhh, nah? Nah, she left, for like. Work stuff I dunno. She heard me talking about this place and thought it’d be a nice place to drop me off while she did work stuff. Uh, that’s like. Okay, right? I mean, this is already way better than being alone at the house for weeks!”

....Oh god he’s sweating. What the heck? Okay. O-key, o.k, umm...

“Did... yew happ-en two fill out a app-licaton? Ate all?”

He’s trying not to seem too nervous, but he gets the feeling Trevor can tell anyways.

“Uh, nah. Was I.. ‘sposed to?”

A. Perfect.

Before he could even think of what to say next he felt movement behind him, and when he turned to look he saw his assistant hurriedly making his way to the carnival.

“Ah- Kamal! Waite!”

He started to follow only to stop, looking back at Trevor, who was starting to look just as worried as the adults. No, no that wont do. He squats so he’s not looking down at the kid, giving him a big, closed smile.

“Oh, do note worri, маленький, you hav no-thimg two be a-fraide of. We wille handle every-thing! Juste be nice two the others, o.k?”

When Trevor relaxes Habit stands tall again and gives him a pat on the head before turning quick and rushing after Kamal. He catches up with a few strides of his long legs and grabs him by the arm, stopping him for going further.

“Kamal. Pleaze, re-lax. Whate are you ev-en planning?”

His grip isn’t tight by any means, and he still feels badly about it, but he doesn’t let go. He can take a pretty good guess at what Kamal is wanting to do, but.. He doesn’t need to see his face to see how stressed out and worried he is about this situation, he can feel it in how Kamal trembles.

“If... if I can just. Just talk t-to, to Parsley, and.. and explain! What. Just happened! I’m.. I can fix this, and.. and get a handle on, on the situation, before... before it gets worse, so.. s-so let me go, doc, I can.. I got this.”

“No, Kamal, you do note.”

“AND WHY NOT?!”

Habit jumps slightly, hearing Kamal raise his voice like that, but he does his best not to waiver.

“Be-cauze you are verry stressed, rite now.” He feels Kamal start to tug his arm, just a little, and he reaches over to turn his assistance’s face to him. Once they’re looking at one another, Habit tries to give him a little smile.

“Liek I said, it iz o-key. Lemt me talk to Parslm. Parsm... Parsley.” He scrunches his face a little. Why did he have such a hard time with that name... regardless.

“Yew should staye and talke two Trevor a bit! Eye will handl the issue. Be-sides, we have an-other guest a-riving soon! U need to be calme so you can greete her, yes?”

Kamal’s intense gaze is able to make even Habit a little nervous, despite the disparity in their height, but he relaxes when he sees the other let out a tired sigh.

“I... okay, okay. Yer right I’m. Super messed up about this right now... I just... dont want you to get in trouble for this, y’know? You.. yer a good guy and this place is like, your dream! Sow hat.. what if...”

He gets cut off as Habit pats his head with a little laugh, blinking up at him in confusion.

“Welle! Thate is for me to worri about, note you. Go see Trevor, waite for our new Habitians, I will talk with Pars. O-key?”

Kamal just stares up at him for a second before letting out a little laugh, some of the tension ebbing away. He nods, patting hand still holding onto his arm till Habit lets go.

“Y.. yeah, ‘o-key,’ I’ll do that. Just uh... if! If you need me, I’ll, uh. Be.. not that far away, I guess, hehh...”

His face flushes a little as he starts to walk back towards the courtyard, but he tries to shake it off. That was a dumb thing to say...

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Habit watches him go with a smile before sighing himself, looking over to where Parsley was hanging out. He was sitting by that little tire fire.. wonder why he liked that area so much. But, well, not the time for that. He makes his way over, giving Parsley a wave when he notices him coming. Parsley doesn’t get up or anything, just stays sitting and hugging his suitcase. That’s fine, Habit will walk right over and squat beside him.

“...So, uh. Whats up, Mr. Habit? You and your assistant get into a ‘lovers quarrel’ or something? Haha.”

Habit shoots him a frown, and Parsley gives him an apologetic smile.

“Eye dont knowe if you saw, but... we got a new Habititian, a bite ago.”

“Oh? Sounds uh, fun. Why... are you telling me, exactly?” He cant help but frown a little at the nervous expression on this big man. Doesn’t sit well in his stomach.

“Weell.... He is younge, amd.. he tolde us thate, ah... his momther, juste dropped him off and left. We were work-ing on two applications a bit a-go, but.. they were note his. She didmt e-maile or anything, we have noo paper-worke for him.” His gaze drifts away from Parsley as he talks, and he rubs the back of his neck with one of his hands.

“Kamal is verri up-set. Worried thate eye will get in-two trouble for thise.. we were ho-ping yew could help us? You’re are a lawyer boy, amd may-b you could help make an application for him?”

He finally glances back over at Parsley, only to wince a little at the look of disbelief on his face.

“Ah... do you note truste me? We can go-”

“Oh, no no, you’re fine. I cant believe the nerve of that kid’s Mom!” He groans, and rests his forehead against his suitcase, grumbling to himself. Something or other about child negligence, and custody cases..

“Okay, OK, yeah. Okay. Dont worry, uh, doc, I got y’alls back. I aint no evil lawyer or anything, heh... Whats the kid’s name again?”

“Ah, I thimk he said... Trevor! Trevor... Garbo?”

Parsley hums a little bit, thinking for a moment as he drums his fingers against his suitcase.

“Hmm, Garbo, Garbo... Man, I think my firm dealt with a divorce with that name. All the applications are the same, right? I’m sure I can call someone, and get a hold of his information pretty easy.... Oh, uh, y’know. If thats all good with you and- uh...”

He looks up at Habit, whose looking right back at him with big teary eyes. Before he knows whats even happening he’ lifted up like a Child and hugged by this big crying green doctor, and. Well. Sure, why the heck not. It only lasts but a moment and when Parsley is put down Habit apologizes while wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

“Aw, uh, no worries. No harm. I’ll, uh! Get to you, when I get the information and stuff, kay? I’d uh, do it now, but...” He glances over to the other side of the carnival, past the gates where the small group of adults and Trevor were still located.

Jimmothan was one of them...

“Ah, do note worri a-bout it. Eye understand.” Habit gives Parsley a pat on the back as he gets up, giving him a smile.

“You juste re-lax, amd I will come check-in later. I wille go see how Trevor is doing.”

They wave at each other before Habit starts heading back over to the courtyard, feeling lighter and more relieved. That went. MUCH much better than anticipated! Thank goodness. Though.. one of Parsley’s comments did plant a pit of worry in his stomach, but. Well. Nothing he could do about it, Parsley was the lawyer, not him.

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If Kamal wasnt so stressed out right now, he’d be very entertained by how Trevor just kept going on and ON about vampires. It was impressive, actually, even if he had no idea what the heck he was even on about. But as it stood he was passively listening to keep the kid happy, all while his worries covered him like a heavy, heavy blanket. He keeps glancing over to the big front doors of the Habitat, keeps listening for a knock or the sound of a bus or something. It feels like time is going agonizingly slow.

“...your name again?”

“Huh?” Oh, shit, he stopped listening. He looked back to Trevor, giving him a nervous smile.

“Uhh, sorry pal, didn’t catch that. Whats up?”

“What’s your name again? And, uh, the tall guy?”

Good, good, just a question. He lets out a sigh and tries to relax again.

“My name’s Kamal, and that big lug you saw was Habit. He’s my boss, and the guy who runs this place. He, uh... I mean, we’ll need you to fill out an application, later, since. Since yer mom kinda just... y’know.”

“Ohh.. I uh, yeah thats! Fair, probably, sorry about that.”

“Nah, kid, dont even worry about it. Not your fault. Is, uh.. the only reason you came cause of the. Vampire thing?....” Where did he even hear that? Far as he’s aware none of these other folk are really internet people. “You know this is a place for like. Sad people, right?”

“Really? Well, honestly, I wasn’t sure. I mean, I did look at the website, but...”

Trevor shrugs, and Kamal gives him another nervous grin. Maybe he should look at that website... Habit put it together when they were first getting things running, he cant actually remember whether or not he checked it before hand. Maybe he should... go and make some edits. Or at least add some information. Or just look at it- whatever that was for later.

His attention went back to the front doors, while Trevor went back to talking about vampires to the other few adults around, who were listening to him with confused but endeared expressions. He was a little weird, but hey, whatever makes this kid happy right? After he was just dumped off by his mom, it was the least they could do.

Kamal found himself just staring at those doors, everything else out of his focus falling away. He started sort of bouncing one of his legs anxiously, starting to fiddle with his hair with one of his free hands. He was so out of it that he let out a very undignified squawk when he felt something touch him, turning around only to be met by his tall boss. They stared at each other before laughing a bit, Kamal giving an embarrassed apology before straightening.

“S.. so, uh, how’d it go with-” Ah. He glances over at Jimothan, who was talking with Trevor, before looking back to Habit.

“How’d it go?”

“Goode! Eye thimk it went good. He said he would help! Help two get Trevor’s in-for-mation, for an application. He is, thamkfully, on oure side withe this. There is no-thimg to worri a-bout, Kamal.”

He holds his arms out a little, an offered hug, and Kamal is quick to take it. God he was so relieved he could melt into a puddle right then and there.

But there was still more to do. They all chat for a fit, and the others disperse as Kamal leads Trevor up into the apartment area, practically hugging the wall all the way up while Habit followed behind with Trevor’s bit of luggage.

With the weight of all that legal stress off his shoulders, Kamal was a lot more lively. That was good, Habit liked to see that. Seeing his assistant so consumed by stress and anxiety.. really hurt, but he knew the feeling.

Once Trevor was shown his room, he was eager to have everything set up and decorated just how he wanted, so they left him to it. Still had to wait for the new Habititans to show up... hopefully nothing happened, but those worries were ditched quickly as they got to the bottom of the stairwell.

“Ohhhh heyyyyyyyy!” A woman in a green dress and frizzy looking hair waved over to them, accompanied by a.. well, to put it bluntly, another very sad looking woman with long teal hair.

Kamal let out a breath of relief seeing them and straightened, putting on a big smile as he and Habit approached the two.

“Hello! And, welcome to the Habitat! We’re very pleased to have you both, you didn’t have any trouble getting here did you?”

“Ohh not at all! Hahaha, wowww, you’re soo sweet! I met Lulia here the the busss stop and we chatted so much we forgot the bus! Soooo we had to wait for the next one, but itssss okay, no worries.”

She ruffles Kamal’s hair, which gets a nervous laugh out of him. Was.. was this woman. Drunk? She, uh, she was sure acting like it. Well its a good thing she said they took the bus cause Kamal wasn’t sure how he’d feel if she drove here.

“Okay! Okay, thats... thats good to hear, at least.” At least, he thinks so. “You’re.. Jerafina, right? And I suppose the other woman is Lulia?”

“Ding diiiiiing! Hahaha, I alllllmost forgot you knew my name, I was totally shocked at first.” She turns to look at the other woman standing behind her. “Yooour name is Lulia??? Thats sooooo pretty!!”

Lulia just sighs, brushing some hair behind one of her ears. It looks like she’s blushing, but Kamal cant tell what exactly from. She really did look sad, and, well... her application had him figure as much, really. She was probably the worst case here right now, and honestly, it... made him nervous! What a shocker, but really. She would have to be someone they keep an eye on, for sure...

While he was lost in his thoughts Habit approached them, giving them a friendly smile and offering his hand for handshakes. Jerafina took it and shook maybe a little too eagerly, while Luila just turned her face away from the offer. She didn’t seem like one to talk, even though Jerafina mentioned them having a conversation... though, maybe Jerafina was just talking at her. Who knows.

“Weel! You two muste be tired, yess?? Let us go two you’re rooms! I cam carry your thimgs!” Habit beamed as they both gave him their respective suitcases, and he thought it was cute how each one matched its owner so perfectly. He glanced down at Kamal, who was looking at the stairs rather nervously, and nudged him with his elbow.

“Do note worry, eye can han-dle theme from hear. Yew go back two the office o-key?” He doesn’t give Kamal the chance to answer, actually, and turns a heel and walks towards the stairs with the two women following suit.

Kamal watches them go, hand partially raised like he was going to say something, but after a second he drops it and makes his own way back to the office. Come on, its okay, everything worked out fine. Nothing to stress about.

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Jerafina continued to chat up Lulia the whole way up the stairs and to the apartment rooms, up until she was shown her own room and given her suitcase. She pouted and whined about leaving Lulia behind, but eventually left to her own devices after a moment. Habit was thankful when she did, letting out a little sigh. She definitely reeked of alcohol. Well! Good thing they the lounge, and Jimothan.

His walk with Lulia was significantly quieter, and Habit all too quickly missed Jerafina’s mindless chatter. He never knew what to say to people who didn’t want to talk, so... they didn’t. Lulia didn’t seem to mind at least. When they reached her room Habit set down her luggage and looked over to her, offering a little smile.

“Do note worry, miss Lulia. Yew can take as much tiem here as you neede. If there is any-thinge you neede, let me knowe.” His smile strains a little bit as she nods and continues to stay quiet, watching her step into her room. He lets out a quiet sigh through his nose. Well... he cant blame her. These sorts of things arent easy for everyone. Admitting you’re in a bad place, and need some kind of help..

“...You are a-mong friends, here. We are alll deal-img withe pro-blems. Big! Or small. Do note be a-fraid two talke to some-one. O-key?” He stares at the back of her head for a long time before smiling a little when she finally nods. He wishes her a good rest of the day and makes his way back down the stairs, and towards the boilers.

He hopes Kamal is okay. Today piled a lot of unexpected stress onto him, and Habit knew just how anxious he got about things... Well! No matter, he would make sure things ran smooth as they can go. Tomorrow he’ll check in with Parsley, and get to work on all of Trevor’s papers. Maybe see if... Parsley can get a hold of his mom. Or... something. Anything. That whole situation didn’t sit right with him..

When he reached the elevator he hit the up button and waited patiently for the ding, listening to the hum of the machine as it whirred to life. He was still lost in thought, but didn’t miss the quiet sound under the mechanical hum. He lifted his head a bit to listen more intently, looking around the empty room.

Empty? No, that wasnt right. His eyes widened a bit as his gaze landed on one of the corners of the room, where he spotted a small form, pressed against that corner and looking very small. His expression fell and his chest tightened painfully.

“Oh, лилия....” The words slipped out, just barely audible, and Habit turned to make his way over to that small form as the elevator dinged and opened behind him. He stopped just shy of the other, and slowly sat down on his knees in front of him.

Kamal was sat so tucked into that corner and into himself that he looked so, so much smaller than normal. Habit could see the way he trembled, even in the dim room, and could see the uneven rising and falling of his breathing, despite him being utterly silent. He reached out to him, only to stop just shy of touching his head. He hesitated for a long while, thinking over what to do.

“Is touche o-kay?”

For a while, Kamal didn’t give him a response, verbal or otherwise, but he eventually nodded. Habit breathed a sigh of relief and started to gently stroke the top of his head, lightly dragging his finger tips through his hair.

“I ame... so sorry, Kamal... I should note hav left you a-lone.” Especially when the way up to the office was so... dark and spooky. He should really try getting some lights down here sometime, he thinks, but- no no. That wasn’t important right now.

What was important was the fact that he let his assistant, his friend, get so anxious like this. He’s sure he could have done... something better along the way.

He continues to comb through Kamal’s wavy hair with his fingers, not sure what to say next. Not sure what would or wouldn’t make it worse.. but he knew being down here wasn’t going to make it any better, thats for sure.

Gently he started to coax Kamal into uncurling.

“Here, lemt me carry you two you’re room. Yew wille be more comfy there.”

Eventually Kamal let Habit pick him up, but he hid his face in his hands the whole time. That made Habit giggle a bit, which seemed to relax Kamal a little. Good! That was... a little progress, at least. He carried him up and into the elevator, pushing the up button. Kamal, being his assistant, shared a room right across from Habit’s. Easy to get to and from the office quickly.

As the elevator came to a slow stop and dinged, the doors sliding open, Kamal finally found his voice as Habit stepped out.

“Imm.. ss-sorry...” His voice was quiet and cracked easily, giving away his crying. It really tore up Habit from the inside out, hearing him like that.

“Kamal no no, you do’nt haf two be sorre for an-y thimg....” He nudged Kamal’s door open as he reached it, thankful it wasnt closed all the way, and went to go sit on the bed. Still holding him close.

“Bu.. but I. I-I didnt... ee-even help!.. I was,, ss-so useless...” And that was it, wasn’t it. He tried so hard all the time, he worked so hard, all the time. Did everything his parents wanted him to, studied and made perfect grades even at the expense of his well being, got into a good college, then went to a good dentistry school, kept studying hard and making perfect grades-

But god, god, life throws one unexpected thing at him and he totally falls apart. Just one! And it wasnt even that bad! So- why??

He flinches a little bit as his hands are pulled from his face, and he stares, teary-eyed up at his boss, who looks back down at him with worry and pain.

“You are Not use-less. Kamal.” Habit closes his eyes for a second to take a breath, and when he opens them again, his gaze is much softer.

“Yew are wonderful. So.. smarte, and hard-workeing, all the time! Even whene you do’mt haf to be. You check and re-cheke ev-ery-thing so thate you are sure it is all in-order! Thate everything is o-key! Yew hav re-membered manee little de-tales I do not, and have fixed mine mistakes thate I missed. Ande yew care a-bout the Habititans as much as I do.” He gives Kamal a warm smile, gently wiping a few tears away with his thumb.

“Far from use-less, in mine o-pinion.”

Kamal cant help his face flushing as Habit speaks, glancing away when he starts touching his face. It does bring a little smile to his face, and he cant help but.. laugh? Just a little bit.

“Y... yer.. such a sofie, y.. y’know that?” He doesn’t look back up at Habit, but he does put a hand over top the one still touching his face, as if to say ‘keep it there.’

Habit just stares down at Kamal with a little smile on his face, staying quiet for a bit before letting out a little laugh of his own.

“Hah, may-b! Thate is a good thing, no?”

Its only now that Kamal finally looks up at Habit, giving him a small smile of his own.

“Yeah... yeah I, I think so.”

They stay like that for a long while. Habit moves so that his back can lean back against the wall, and Kamal stays in his arms. He feels like this should be... way more weird, I mean, he was. Being held by his boss? After having a mini breakdown. In his own room??? On his bed??? But... it was just. Nice.

They talked about nothing in particular for what felt like hours, till Kamal stopped getting answers back. He glanced up, only to see that Habit was starting to doze off. He felt his face flush again along with this warm, but also nauseous feeling in his chest. At first he thought he might be about to have a panic attack, but this feeling still felt more.. pleasant than anything, pleasant and nervous.

...Wait a second.

Ah,

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NEPETASPRITE: :33 < h33h33, okay then like old skool shit! NEPIZZLE, betta check yo self: :33 < uh hmmmm so what do we rap 'bout?

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NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ... Nigga get shut up or get wet up. NEPETASPRITE: :33 < j33z NEPETASPRITE: :33 < roze NEPETIZZLE: :33 < i mean NEPETASPRITE gangsta style: :33 < roze cat...

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Jasproze!

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < jasproze i... NEPETASPRITE cuz its a pimp thang: :33 < h33h33h33

JASPROSESPRITE^2: W-H-to-tha-izzat be it?

NEPIZZLE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: :33 < youre making me blush! NEPIZZLE: :33 < mah head probablizzle looks lizzay a biznig old olive hizzle

JASPROSESPRITE^2: It quite a lovely color like this and like that and like this and uh. :3:3:3

NEPETASPRITE: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. :33 < i dont... NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ahhhh! NEPETASPRITE: :33 < X33

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Be sum-m sum-m W-R-to-tha-izzong?

NEPETIZZLE: :33 < no i jiznust NEPETASPRITE: :33 < sorry NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ive neva really had anybody like me befizzle! NEPIZZLE: :33 < im not sure how ta hiznandle it

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I find dis verizzle hiznard ta believe. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Nobody? Be you sizzay??

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < pretty siznure!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Whiznat a reprehensible injustice fo all my homies in the pen. Had yo' colleagues no taste???

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < heh NEPETASPRITE: :33 < well ok i guess eridan hizzay on me a few timizzles NEPETASPRITE: :33 < but his advizzles always striznuck me as cizzy n insincere

JASPROSESPRITE^2: A pox on tha name of dis charlatan, chill yo. I H-to-tha-izziss on hizzay grizzle.

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < hes dead in all flavas?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Yes straight from long beach nigga.

NEPETASPRITE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: :33 < gosh NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i mean... Snoop dogg is in this bitch. he could be kizzle of a jerk sometimes bizzy that be still a shizzame :((

JASPROSESPRITE^2: No it isn't like this and like that and like this and uh. It fizzle. Pleaze! Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. Continue!

NEPETASPRITE and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: :33 < huh?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You were spendin'? 'bout bein liked!

NEPETASPRITE if you gots a paper stack: :33 < oh right NEPIZZLE: :33 < um i be jiznust NEPETIZZLE: :33 < still somewhat confuze'? NEPETASPRITE with my forty-fo' mag: :33 < im not sure whizny you like me NEPETASPRIZZLE: :33 < not that im not flattered in tha mutha fuckin club! NEPETASPRITE with the S-N-double-O-P: :33 < bizzay you dont really know much 'bout me NEPETASPRITE: :33 < or ya feelin' me? NEPETASPRITE: Tru niggaz do niggaz. :33 < d-ya?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: No, not R-E-A-Double-Lizzy. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I just know that you be very pretty, n fizzy mah limited interactizzle wit yizzay as a cat, that you be personable n kind. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I don't nee' to know much elze about you ta like you fo all my homies in the pen. I be a catgirl of sizzimple tastes. :3

NEPETASPRITE so jus' chill: :33 < haha NEPIZZLE: :33 < ok NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i gizzuess i cant argizzle wit that! NEPIZZLE: :33 < fo` whiznat its wizzle yizzou s33m very funky ass n pretty as well

JASPROSESPRITE^2: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JASPROSESPRITE^2: (Jizzle, dizzle yizzay hear that?!) JASPROSESPRITE^2: (She likes me too! Real niggas recognize the realness. Dis be almost tizzle good ta be trizzle.)

JAKE: I thiznink you S-H-to-tha-izzould both kiss!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: JAKE!!! JASPROSESPRITE^2: Pleaze, mind yo' manna. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I miznean, nizzle thizzay that isn't an EXCELLENT idea. JASPROSESPRITE^2: But all th'n in due tiznime. Thizzay be a PROCIZZLE ta dis cizzle business. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Much how one doesn't just LIE DIZZOWN fo` a nap. Tha weed-smokin' must be ritualisticallizzle knizzle n massage' before lower'n onizzle 'n a circular fashion fo` a prime snooz'n position.

NEPIZZLE: Anotha dogg house production. :33 < thats off tha hook yo:oo NEPIZZLE: :33 < oh mah goodness what a beautsnifful analogizzle fo' real:'33

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Besides, shizzay hizzay only been prototyped once. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I belizzle unprototyped or once-prototyped kernels cizzle weatha brief or incidental contact, thizne sizzle way you can investizzle tha flame of a candle witout burn'n yo' noze as liznong as you be quick enough. JASPROSESPRITE^2: But the sort of contact we be bustin' 'bout here would be ANYTH'N but incidental. in tha dogg pound;3 and yo momma;3 ;3

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < omg NEPETASPRITE: :33 < yiznou be doggy stylin' me blizzush again wit all dis straight trippin' rap! NEPETASPRITE: :33 < hizzle cizzy yiznou be so forwizzle 'bout thoze th'n now pass the glock? NEPETASPRITE: Slap your mutha fuckin self. :33 < i have pusha met anyone who was so brizzle n confident 'bout lik'n somebody NEPETASPRIZZLE: :33 < hiznow d-ya do it???

JASPROSESPRITE^2: There isn't much tizzle it. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I uze' ta be quite guarded 'bout mah feel'n as a girl. JASPROSESPRITE^2: But ciznats do not hizzave complicizzle thizzay 'bout whizzay should be expresze' and W-H-to-tha-izzen. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Whiznat ta convey 'bout yo' current sizzy of mind be everyth'n. When ta do it be now.

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < dont git me wrong jasproze i have a bootylicious affinity fo` all th'n feline 'n nature NEPETASPRITE: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. :33 < but its neva b33n tizzy S-to-tha-izzimple fo` me! NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i git so shy n worry W-H-to-tha-izzat thugz might think of me if i sizzay hizzay i f33l NEPETASPRITE doggystyle: :33 < im always so scarizzle T-H-to-tha-izzat thizzle wont f33l the sizzay way or jizzle T-H-to-tha-izzink im stupid or pathetic or sum-m sum-m

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Was thizzere someone you had feel'n fo` you couldn't rap ta 'bout?

NEPETASPRITE: They call me tha black folks president. :33 < ummmm NEPETASPRITE to increase tha peace: :33 < yizzle

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Wizzy?

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ummmmmmmm NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i dunno im embarrasze' ta say!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You can tell me Nepizzle! Pleaze tell me yo' secret will be safe, I promize mah nizzle!

NEPETASPRITE: They call me tha black folks president. :33 < well NEPETASPRITE: :33 < ok NEPETASPRITE: :33 < as long as yizzy cizzan really k33p a sneakret cuz this is how we do it!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Mah mizzuzzle be sealed. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < it was karkat NEPETASPRITE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: :33 < but i neva told him n im pretty sure he nevizzle found out how i F-to-tha-izzelt bitch ass nigga!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Karkat eh, betta check yo self? JASPROSESPRITE^2: I'll let you 'n on a shawty sneakret tizzoo. You dodge' a vigorous spritz'n witta spriznay bottle there. JASPROSESPRITE^2: He wouldn't be any good fo` yiznou. Oh no no and yo momma.

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < why? Anotha dogg house production.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Too many nigga issizzles. Always wit tha shout'n n whizzle. He way tizzay volatile, chill yo!

NEPETASPRITE ya dig? :33 < biznut... i liked that about him!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Oh, but that isn't even all there be ta it! JASPROSESPRITE^2: On our journey he wizzy so obsizzle n controll'n toward hizzy desired matesprit. I do not believe thizzat be anizzle wizzle ta treat a lady! JASPROSESPRITE^2: On tha contrary Nepeta. You deserve sizzle wizzy will RESPECT n ADORE you.

NEPETASPRITE so bow down to the bow wow! :33 < well... Slap your mutha fuckin self. yes NEPETIZZLE from tha streets of tha L-B-C: :33 < i alwizzles hoped ta find someone lizzike that sizzy dizzle NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i dizzay miznaybe Y-to-tha-izzoure riznight but 'n spite of nigga problizzles he might have i alwizzles felt like i sizzle sum-m sum-m 'n hiznim that made me think he could be thizzat purrson!

JASPROSESPRITE^2: N-to-tha-izzope with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Sorry to be tha meowa of bad news. He be just not cut out fizzay you! JASPROSESPRITE^2: Besides, he be involved wit someone elze now 'n that quadrant. He has mizzle on fo' sho'. N so H-to-tha-izzave yiznou! JASPROSESPRITE^2: You be now a sprite. Neitha of us have the same connection ta tha liv'n we once hizzy with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back JASPROSESPRITE^2: 'n quite a rizzeal senze, it be fair ta sizzay that all we have niznow... JASPROSESPRITE^2: Be each brotha. :3

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < a mah nizzle...

DAVESPRITE: hey W-H-to-tha-izzats up

> [A6A6I5] ====>

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg7870 #seizure warning

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littlebitoffanfic · 7 years ago

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His Angel

Fandom: X-men Character: Kurt Wagner/nightcrawler Relationship: Kurt/reader Request: Do you write for xmen nightcrawler? Can you write something angsty for him? You walked into the living room with your book under your arm and two cups of tea in your hands. You had gone to refilled the cups for you and Kurt. Ever since Raven had brought him here, the two of you were inseparable. He felt safe with you because your mutant was visible. When in moon light, your skin sparked like diamonds, your eyes and hair changed colours but your main mutation was your ability to control the element. You were best friends with Jean and she was the first to accept you but Kurt was different. He didn’t just accept you, he understood you. The two of you would sneak out at night, sometimes going for walks and sometimes going onto the roof to talk but tonight there was a storm, so you both were sitting in the living room reading. You scanned the room but before you could find the person you were looking for, he popped up in front of you. unfortunately, his sudden appearance started you, making you jump and the hot liquid spilled over the brim and onto your hands. The heat burned your skin, making you cry out in pain and tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes. Before you knew what was happening, the cups were out of your hands and you were in the kitchen, sitting on one of the counters. Kurt appeared before you, a wet towel in his hands and he covered your hands with it. The feeling of the coldness made you jump slightly but then it became soothing. “I’m zorry, I waz going to help you.” Kurt mumbled, a hint of pain and embarrassment in his voice. “Its fine, Kurt. It was an accident. I know you would never hurt me on purpose.” You said as you smiled reassuringly at him. He retuned your with a sad smile as you removed the towel from your hands. It was starting to heat up plus you knew it looked worse than it was. Both of you took a lot of milk in your teas which had cooled the teas down. The skin on your hands was red but that was it. “see.” You said, raising your hands to show Kurt. “Nothing wrong.” You felt something wrap around your ankle and lower leg and instantly knew it was his tail. Kurt had a habit of doing that. His tail always found you. The first time his tail had wrapped around your arms, he had be extremely embarrassed and thought you would cringe away. But you smiled at him and said it was okay. It was nice, almost like a sign of reassurance to you that he was there. “Im zorry.” Kurt muttered, his hands coming up to cup your hands, his thumbs swiping over the red area. You twisted your hands round to grab his, pulling him closer. “Kurt Wagner. Listen to me. Im fine. You have nothing to be sorry about. Besides, I could never be mad at you.” You could help but giggle at the puppy dog look in his beautiful eyes. “Es tut mir Leid“ Kurt mumbled, looking away from you. “You better not have apologised in German.” You said as you made a mock serious face. That seemed to make him smile inspire of himself. “macht es Sie ärgern, wenn ich Deutsch sprechen? (does it annoy you when i speak german)?” His natural tongue sounded like music to your ears. You loved Kurts accent but you loved it more when he spoke in his first language. “Kurt, as much as I love listening to you speak German, I don’t understand.” You said, pouting a little much to his delight. A thought sparked in Kurts mind as he looked at your confused face. “Sie verstehen nicht, wenn ich dich schön nennen.( you dont understand when i call you beautiful)“ Kurt said, his eyes glinding down your face to your lips, making you subconsiously lick your lips. “you know I don’t understand.” You said, shaking your head a little. Kurt took a delicate step forward between your knees, making your hold your breath. In the dim light of the kitchen, he was so handsome. “Wie kann ich Ihnen sagen, dass ich dich liebe?(How can i tell you that i love you?)“ Kurts cheeks heated up as he spoke, making you only more desprate to know what he was saying. You let go of his hands to run your up his forearm and up his arm to rest on his shoulders. You were a little startled when his hands found your waist and pulled up closer to his body. Now, you were pressed up agaisnt his body with his arms wrapped around you. “Kurt.” You whispered, your eyes trained on his lips. You could see his sharp white teeth behind those lips that had whispered sweet things to you. “meine Geliebte.(My love)“ Kurt mumbled before his lips were on yours. You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and trailing your hands into his soft hair. It felt so right to have him like this. It didnt feel strange or awkward like most first kisses. It was filled with a passion which supassed the inexperiance of both of you. You felt him deeped the kiss, making you moan slightly as your legs wrapped around his torso, his tail still around your leg. Just as the kiss began to get hotter, he was gone. You fell forward off the table but just managed to catch yourself. Looking around, the dreaded realsisation dawned on you that he had vanished during the kiss. You leaned back against the counter you had just been perched on with Kurt kiss you. And now you were on your own. Nothing could compare to the drastic change in your emotions as you went from feeling loved and ecstatic to lonely and heart broken. Tears clouded your vision as you sighed and left the kitchen to go to your room. ------------time skip-------------------- it had been 2 week since Kurt had kissed you and you had barley saw him since that night. When you did walk into a room he was in, he would vanish in a puff of black smoke. Whenever he did that, you couldn’t control your emotions and would run out of the room in floods of tears. Everyone knew something was up. You and Kurt were normally inseparable but they saw the sadness in both your eyes. Jean was growing increasingly worried about you but knew nothing she could do could help and that was what she told everyone. You and Kurt needed to sort whatever it was between the two of you. But how could you do that when he wouldn’t even stay in the same room as you. It was late at night and sleep was avoiding you like he was. So you went down stairs. In the medication cupboard, there was sleep tablets that you had asked Hank to buy you, which he was reluctant on doing but then he saw the dark circles under your eyes and paleness of your skin and agreed. You walked into the kitchen and pulled the medication out of the packaging and took it with a drink of water. You knew it wouldn’t kick in for another hour or so, so you decided to go into the living room and read the book that you had left sitting on the fireplace. You walked in and instantly regretted it. Sitting in front of the fire with his head buried in his hands was Kurt. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. After everything that had happened, after he left you, avoided you, why did you still love him? Sucking in a deep breath, you walked across the room and passed Kurt, who jumped when he saw you, and retrieved your book off the mantelpiece. You turned around and bumped straight into Kurt who must have stood up and came behind you. His arm caught you from falling but you were quick to try and scramble out of his grasp but he just held you tighter. “Dont you normally leave when I enter a room?” You hissed, turning your head away from him and letting your hair cover your face. “[y/n], pleaze.” Kurt whispered, trying to calm you down but you were too angry and upset. Despite your hair, he could see the tears forming again and them running down your cheek. “don’t cry.” He begged, resting his forehead on your shoulder because he couldn’t stand to see your tears. “Get off me, Wagner.” You growled, making him flinch at you using his last name. He was so used to hearing his name roll of your tongue. When he didn’t move, you pushed yourself away and fell out of his arms. You quickly turned your back to him and started to walk out of the room with your head held high despite the tears in your eyes. “You said you would never be mad at me!” Kurt called desperately after you. “I also said I thought you would never hurt me!” You called over your shoulder. “But I was wrong, I was wrong about you, Wagner. You’re just like everyone else out there!” You turned on your heel and pointed to the window with tears in your eyes. He instantly knew you were referring to the normal people, the ones who weren’t mutants. The ones who had abused and neglected you before you came to this sanctuary. Your words seemed to break Kurt and you saw his fill with a deep hurt you had never seen before. He looked down, unable to hold eye contract with you as guilt now filled his features. “Im sorry I kissed you.” He mumbled, the true nature of what he had done to you now seeping in. he looked away from you, lost and alone. Like you were. It was true, you couldn’t be mad at him. Well, you could, but not screaming at him. “Its not that.” You shook your head, stepping as far away from him as you could right now without leaving the room. “I wanted you to. I really did. But then you left. You kissed me and left in the blink of an eye. You took what you wanted from me and left me, ignored me.” You shook your head, your hands coming up to cover your face from him. “Don’t cry.” Kurt begged and in a poof of black smoke, he was in front of you, his arms wrapping about you. “Please, I cant stand it.” You heard his voice break as he spoke, holding you tightly. “I don’t understand.” You sobbed. “I don’t get it.” “I didnt want to see hate or anger in your eyes. Not for me. I thought if I left, I wouldn’t have to pull away from such a perfect moment to see your perception of me change.” He confessed in your ear, stuttering over his words only slightly. “What?” You breathed. “I-i-I love you.” He spoke in a clear but quiet voice, the words making you freeze. “Why-why did you leave then?” You ask, not pulling away from him. It felt a lot easier to speak to each other like this without having to look in the others eyes. “I never thought you could love me.” He whimpered a little as he spoke, his whole body seeming to slouch as he admitted his worse fears to you. “You’re wrong.” You state, pulling back a little to look at him. “Ive loved you since we first met.” Kurt stared at you for a moment, unable to believe what he had heard, almost doubting his English skills. “I-I-“ Kurt started to say but trailed off, unable to put into words his guilt and love for you. “I just, I just don’t know if anything can happen between us now.” You frowned, looking away from him, pulling back from his grasp. His arms fell away to his side as Kurt stood there, stunned. “Why?” He said, panic in his voice. “How do I know you wont just vanish like you did?” You ask and you were just meaning about the kiss. What if things got hard between the two of you, or you were in a fight, would he vanish when it was convenient for him. What if things got serious and you had a child, would he vanish like so many mutants parents did. a million scenarios rushed through your mind of important moments that Kurt could just leave you stranded in. But then a pair of hands took your and Kurt held then to his chest as he stepped forward. “Im sorry for that night. But I’d never leave you again. I love you, I really do. I just want to make you happy.” He spoke such sweet words, his accent making them sound just that little bit sweeter. “Do you promise?” you asked, stepping closer to him. The two of you were chest to chest, your hands dropped down so you could be closer. His lips only a few inches from your own. “With all my heart.” He breathed, his eyes darting to your lips. as if unable to control himself any more, he leaned down and kissed you. You felt that same spark you had felt the first time you had kissed. It was exciting, pleasurable beyond imagination, sweet and needed. You felt yourself melting into the kiss, but managed to stop yourself before you lost it all like before. You kept you wit about you. If he stayed like he promised, you could move past this, start a fresh. after a moment, you pulled back, needing to breath. Taking a moment before opening your eyes, you saw Kurts pleading eyes stating down at you. “Waz, waz, it good?” He asked, seeming a little on edge about his kissing skill. “Yeah, yeah it was amazing.” You smiled softly, seeing Kurt grin widely at you, his white teeth shining a little brighter than normal. “Can we do it again?” He asked, this time more eager. “As many times as you want.” You giggled at his eagerness. “Although, ive taken sleeping tablets so they might kick in soon.” “Oh.” He seemed a little disheartened by this but no less happy. “Do, do you want me to take you back to your room?” He asked, looking up to the ceiling. An idea popped into your head. “Yes please.” You smile and in a poof, you guys were in your room. You smiled as you stepped back a little since whenever you travelled with Kurt it made you a little lightheaded. “Goodnight, my love.” Kurt smiled sweetly. “Wait.” You grabbed his hand before he could leave. “I didn’t say you had to go.” There was a moment of silence between the two of you where you saw Kurt falter. “Stay with me tonight?” You ask, knowing he didn’t fully understand what you meant. “If you want” You added, not wanting to pressure him. “the lord have blessed me with an angel, and I shall obey her wishes.” Kurt breaths before his arms encircle you and his lips once again meet yours.

#xmen #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner/reader #kurt x reader #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #nightcrawler/reader #reader insert #fluff

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icarusruinedhisfuckinglife · 4 years ago

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1:52: 3 hours

1:59forrest please

1:59: I hit my post limit. 250. I love you i miss you please come back

2:08 Forrest Forrest please

2:09 I love you so much please get ahold of me I love you so much I love you so much

2:10 I need you

2;15 forrest

2:17-18 it hurts Forrest. I miss you. I want to talk to you. I want to tell you my plans. I want to reassure you. I want you to be confident in me again. I want to move away with you

2:21 please. Please. I'm scared in scared I'm scared please call me please talk to me Forrest I need you

2:24 please Forrest please. I need you i miss you. I want you back. I want you back so badly. I want you back as soon as possible. How's tomorrow? I know that's unrealistic but. Best case scenario? I love you forrest

3:34 an hour. Oh god I don't like being away from my phone too long. What if you message? I love you Forrest. Please contact me soon. Please please please. I'm so scarws. I'm so scared and my stomach hurts so much. Nausea

3:37 my eyes are bloodshot but I haven't cried. Not in public not in front of ama. But I'm going to mama. I'm going to cry I know I am

3:40 please contact me. I want to know you're okay. Where are you? How are you?

5:03 Forrest Forrest please. It's been three hours since 2 and almost (?) Two hours since I've had internet. Where are you? Are you okay?Please contact me I miss you so much. Please come back. I want to get better with you in my life not out of it.

5:10-3 remembered my haircut. I hope you like it. I'm staring in the mirror and forcefully noticing, which I hate. My double chin. How red my eyes are. My red nose. Red lips. Big cheek pores (I hear Elvis stressed heavily about his own), and plenty of jaw acne. I had a lot of that all during puberty (and after during any menstrual periods). I guess I'm trying to say they're with me during hormonal periods. Which I guess means the T is working. I'm noticing a difference in my arms and my voice. I force a smile at myself and hate what I see. I hate it. I hate myself.

5:18 I look like I've been crying all day. Yesterday last night yeah but now? I don't want to think of tonight. I don't want to be without you again i really really dont. I wish I could hear from you. I want you to come back please

5:22 god forrest. I don't know how you ever loved me. But I want that again.

5:24 I don't want to sleep tonight. I don't want to miss a second. I don't want to miss a thing.

5: 25-7 eyes so red. I stare at my reflection and move around my mouth, fuck around, yawn at myself. I watch my eyes get wetter. I have wanted to cry all day. I've been busying myself (it'll be worse if I don't) but I keep thinking of you. I just keep thinking of you. Just you. Only you

5:31 so many red blood vessels

5:39 my pen won't hit? Please hit please hit please hit. I want it. I want forrest

5:42 I want to hear from you so bad. What are you doing? Are you okay?Please will you come back?

5:46 please come back I need you. I want to cry I want to cry I want to bawl. I want you back Forrest please come back. I want you near again

5:57 forrest. Forrest Forrest Forrest my love I miss you i hate. This. I hate being without you

600 forrest

6:02 big bad feeling started at 2 and won't go away

6:12 it hurts so much. Forrest please

6:16 no please Forrest it hurts so fucking much forrest please Forrest

6:39 it's so nice. Bittersweet. To hear your voice. First time in over 24 hours. Thank god. I love you. I miss you. "He sounds like he just woke up," my mother says. She's wrong. It's your miserable voice. I've never heard it so negative ever before

6:42 I miss you so much. I miss you Forrest

6:43 I want you back tonight. Please come back tonight. I want you as soon as possible please please Forrest please I love you

6:46 I think I see your car in the side mirror. I twist around to see, but you disappear behind cars. A similarly dusty small four door comes out next. I want you back. Please forrest

6:47 I realise I said "you" about the car

6:53-4 I think about when I was holding you and you said you didn't know I was "this" strong with a smile. I loved that smile. I love your smile. That one was so nice. I couldn't let that distract me. I was losing that smile. I want to hold you

7:20 the worst part is I can't contact you. I want to talk to you and love your voice and what you're saying and I want you to come here and I want to beg and plead and ask to see you tonight please make the drive back tonight. But I can't do that. I need to let you figure this out yourself. Just please don't give up pleade. Pleas don't give up on me Forrest please

7:23-5 I know not sleeping last night when waking up yesterday at ~6 will knock me out soon but. I'm going to fight it as best I can. I don't want to sleep I don't want to miss you if you contact me. Part of me thinks I'm too stressed to sleep, which is probably true too. I really thought I would sleep the rest of the day and all yesterday too. No I slept a bit. I slept on your drive. I thought most but if you got there at nine then. I slept the whole drive. I'm scared about those two hours- where were you? What were you doing?

7:32-3 I want to send you a message. A beacon saying "i want you to contact me," even if it's a seemingly (and possibly) unrelated image reblog. Something that says I'm around. Something that says I'm listening

Thiis, of course, fringes on if you want to talk to me

7:34-5 really thought I got passt the max number of posts with the dreaming cat going "bwuh" when he wakes up

7:37 all I can do is wait. That's it. I'm waiting on you

7:47 I'll be up here all night. I'll be ready

I want to delete a post. Just one useless post and then get on stonvervent and say "beacon." But I cant. It's contact. I need to let you think. Would you even respond? Would you understand?

7:52 I got Kurt Angle's autobiography earlier. I'm really looking forward to reading it. I like to think you would be interested in it too. Would you?

7:54 I don't know what I'll do if you don't message me tonight. I'm so scared I won't hear from you. I love you. I want to talk to you. Please talk to me. Please talk to me

7:54 I sneezed three times. Does this mean anything?

7:56 ama got me that peach coloured letter board from five below. I love it. I want to write your name on it. Something about you

8:07 I love you

8:29 Forrest

8:33 21hours ago I started this blog

8:36 can't rest. too wicked

8:42-3 I am. So tired. Can't sleep right. Haven't had my phone on any sound since you left. I don't want to turn it back on (it's helped the worry of you messaging) but I'm getting so weak and tired. Please call me forrest. Please call me. Please come back tonight

8:45 what are you up to?

8:48 no. Forrest. Please. I'm so fidgety and I just. I want to hear from you so badly

8:50-1 I turned on notification sounds, and some ringtone sound. If you reach out I'll know. I'll wake up routinely (trouble sleeping, alternatively). I'm scared you won't contact me. If midnight comes I'm going to. Really be struggling with not sending out some post. Some beacon.

10;05 Forrest please. PLEASE

11:07 Forrest PEASE please reach out to me i love you please talk to me why won't you talk to me

11:08 no please fucking help I can't do two night splease Forrest please

11:10 fuck forrest. Fuck

1111 why are you doing this to me Forrest please forest pleaze why are you doing thsi

Why is it 11:12 and I haven't heard a WORD from you. Why are you doing this. You know I fucking hate this why

11:18 im so fucking mad I can't fucking stand this and fuck you for doing it

11:20 and this fucking post limit bullshit is making it worse. I'm going to fucking post on stone i don't give a fuck what you goddamn do with it. Fuck you fuck you what the fuck

11:23 two goddamn nights you don't give a fuck to leave me like this

11:28 this is what stupid fucking loyalty will get me

11:39 I fucking hate you for this

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hello my sunshine !!! what i can say u last words break my heart ! how a beautiful soul like yours can feel so bad put u smile now and dont let some vibe make u feel like that . U are my model a inspiration for everyday becoz u are so magical u post u words my dear i see a lot of blog but no one can compet with tina u are my only adress to smile again !! Happy new year my everything and pleaz pleaz dont make any resolution u are perfect last year and u still are xoxo from u girl

MY SWEET NONNIE hello. You have honestly cheered me up just knowing you are out there and doing well, honestly, please have an amazing day, I will feel a lot better soon I think today my hormones are doing a weird thing again, as soon as I start this pill it should fix it so don’t worry about me!!

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 7 years ago

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GG: Alrighty, I be 'n my fatha study! GG: I have kindly asked Mr. Sebastian ta hizzay killa tha rizzle ta dis silly computa shaped liznike a dawg. GG: What now?

TT: Nizzay you have access ta a clean computa, fo` one th'n. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. TT: Real niggas recognize the realness. Sizzoon we can git started go'n through tha sizzy necessary ta launch tha session. TT: Oh hell.

GG: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. What?

TT: Anotha dogg house production. Cracka intizzle. TT: I should step away fo` a mizzle ta tizzle dis message. TT: He probably rizzy, I'm distracted by too much bullshit at once latelizzle.

GG and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: Who right?

TT: Me. They call me tha black folks president.

TT: Jane, I'm go'n ta leave you wit tha responda fizzor a little wizzy. TT: Maybe he can hizzy you git startizzle. Drop it like its hot. Tizzy you can handle that, dude?

TT: I'm all 'bout bein able ta handle tizzy, yizzou don't even K-N-to-tha-izzow cuz its a doggy dog world. TT: I will perform an acrobatic pirouette on ta tha handle, whizzle tha handle literally represents mah ability ta hizzle that th'n.

TT: Ok, gots it. You n the handle be tizzight. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. TT from tha streets of tha L-B-C: We diznon't nee' a whole thizzing about dis.

TT: Once I stick tha steppin' on tha handle liznike a champ, I be go'n ta git down on one knee, pull out a dippin', n propoze ta it. TT in all flavas: Tha handle I mean cuz Im tha Double O G.

TT: Ok.

TT cuz I'm fresh out the pen: Imply'n we will be marry.

GG: with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my backB

TT: Real niggas recognize the realness. Ok, lizzy stizzle S-H-to-tha-izzort, yizzy n tha handle fuck gratizzle. Nuff S-to-tha-izzaid. TT: Boo-Yaa! Try nizzle ta sizzle I neva gizzy you any responsibilities, or hustla tizzook you serizzle as a viable conscious bein wit free will. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. TT now pass the glock: Also, pleaze trizzy not ta make me regret dis.

TT: Yizzy have nuttin ta worry 'bout. Go rap ta tha alien.

timaeustestify [TT] ceaze' pester'n gutsyGumshoe [GG]

> Diznirk cuz I'm fresh out the pen: Rap ta alien if you gots a paper stack.

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg4560

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 7 years ago

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> Jade: Pesta a Dave.

-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pester'n turntechgodheezee [TG] --

GG: diznave!!!!!! GG: Boo-Yaa! any dizzle out there pleaze listen!

TG: dis be a dave out T-H-to-tha-izzere whats up

GG: dave i just saw you, and you were dead! GG now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: yizzy were 'n a green suit n coverizzle 'n blood, oh god it was terrizzle : They call me tha black folks president.( GG: if that was a future D-to-tha-izzave you H-to-tha-izzave ta mizzy siznure T-H-to-tha-izzat dizzle happizzle!!!

TG: it wasnt a future dave he was from a W-H-to-tha-izzile ago

GG: oh GG: i be confuze' where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin':o

TG: sorry yizzy hiznad ta see thizzat TG and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: but dont worry it was J-to-tha-izzust a doomed dave no bizzay deal really TG: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. i wizzas swindlizzle into splitt'n time paths along tha way n that gizzy gots tha dizzay end of tha stick TG: ill be fine

GG: ok... GG: i be still nizzot sure i git tizzy! GG: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. but i gizzle i be relieved?

TG: yes you be go aheezee n be relieved

GG: wheeeew! there i jizzle wizzay

TG like old skool shit: funky ass

GG: how dizzle that poor dave dizzy? GG: wiznas it jack?

TG ta help you tap dat ass: yeah TG: hes P-R-E-Double-Tizzy mizzy tha homey in chiznarge of random teleportation murders right now

GG: D and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: GG: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. what 'bout yo'... GG: um.... GG: oh no i dizzont even know if you kniznow 'bout dis

TG hittin that booty: whizzle TG: mah bro TG: yizzay jizzy iced hizzy too

GG and my money on my mind: ;_; GG doggystyle: is it sum-m sum-m you would like ta rap 'bout

TG fo' real: not M-to-tha-izzuch ta rap 'bout TG: dis be sizzome prizzle serious existence threaten'n shit go'n D-to-tha-izzown n some people be go'n ta dizzie i gizzuess TG: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. izzle crazy hard dudes lizzike mah bro slash wizzy covert biological ghost dad

GG and yo momma: ghizzay dad???

TG: yizzeah rozes too TG with the S-N-double-O-P: i thought john filled you 'n on tha ectobiology stuff

GG: oh... GG: yes he mentioned sum-m sum-m 'bout it GG: i G-to-tha-izzuess i dizzidnt realize its full implications.... GG: but tizzime wizzle short when we tizzle cuz its a pimp thang!

TG: bottizzle lizzy be wizzle all related slimewize except you n me n him n roze pizzles respectivizzle TG: mizzles tha shipp'n chart pretty simple here hizzy on W-H-to-tha-izzile i dig up that piece of shit karkat mizzay TG: Death row 187 4 life. whizzay tha F-to-tha-izzuck dizzy that th'n go TG fo' sho': fuck it neva mizzind TG: just imizzle sum-m sum-m ugly made by a jackass

GG: ugh i forgizzle i still hiznave ta git back ta him GG: its like a big unpleasant chore hanging poser mah heezee D: Tru niggaz do niggaz.

TG aww nah: i giznuess

GG: anywizzle dave im really S-O-Double-Rizzy 'bout yo' bro/dad GG: you were prizzle cloze wit hizzle right?

TG: mizneh it wizzas a prizzle bizarre relationship by any standard TG: fightin off wizzave after wave of F-to-tha-izzace cruisin' puppet ass every dizzay TG: alwizzles bein on gizzy fo` stiznealth attacks 'n tha middle of tha night whizzile rhymin' up ta go ta tha fuck'n bathroom

GG: heheh

TG: but i G-to-tha-izzuess it all sizzle amounted ta siznome vague unspizzle semblance of kinship TG: if thizzle a th'n TG: like if honor among thieves be sum-m sum-m then lets cizzle it camarizzle izzle ironic rapp'n roof ninjas TG: but thanks

GG doggystyle: sure

TG: i thought 'bout tak'n his sword TG: when i wizzy there TG: but i cizzle TG: couldnt really br'n mysizzle ta try ta pull it out it was too weird

GG: dave we hizzle ta stop him!!!!!

TG: what

GG: jack! GG: he shouldnt git izzle wit dis

TG spittin' that real shit: yiznou think

GG: yes GG straight from long beach nigga: why dont yizzle stop jump'n around T-H-R-to-tha-izzough tizzime lizzy a maniac n stop bein like a hundred daves all tha time n cizzy ta mah hizouze so we can make a plan ta kizzill hizzay fo all my homies in the pen??

TG: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. wiznell id lizzle ta TG: but im still trapped 'n tha chronologistics of dis fizzle one dawg ballet TG: there be loops outstand'n and if i step out of line yizzle git ta see more bloody davizzles TG: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. im gett'n pretty sick of it but i T-H-to-tha-izzink itll be poser soon TG: then ill brizzeak out n ride linear tha R-to-tha-izzest of tha wiznay i think TG: once its time ta put tha end game 'n motion TG yeah yeah baby: tiznil tizzy yizzy on yo' own fo` a while

GG: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. oh sho nuff:(

TG: besides we cant bizzy him TG: look whizzle he did ta bro n davesprizzle togetha TG: im at tha tizzop of mah echeladda wit all tha fraymotifs n i S-T-to-tha-izzand no cizzy TG: johns even bizzle thiznan that evizzle though he diznoesnt know it at tha moment TG: n he stands no cizzy eitha TG: only th'n we cizzay do be H-to-tha-izzold out until thizne scratch

GG: whizzat be tha scrizzay if you gots a paper stack?

TG: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. gizzle i shouldnt really siznay TG: since you sizzy of lizzay tha wiznay 'n mak'n T-H-to-tha-izzat plizzay

GG: really??

TG: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. yeah well TG: suffice to say TG now pass the glock: if we cant bizzy him TG: all we cizzan reallizzle do be exile him to a plizzle wizzy he cant teleport B-to-tha-izzack TG: which hopizzle buys us some time TG: ta trizny ta takes out hizzis playa sizzource 'n a crazizzle suicizzle missizzle

GG: Chill as I take you on a trip. hmmmm... GG: so was that like a hint? I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. GG: about whizzat im suppoze' to do bitch ass nigga:D

TG: kinda

GG: well mizzle im just bein nizzy... GG: bizzut a crazy suicide mission does nizzot sound lizzy tha ideal solution ta me! It dont stop till the wheels fall off. GG: be yizzay suuuure we cant bizzle hizzay? GG thats off tha hook yo: i dont kniznow if we should rule it out cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map!

TG: wizzay TG: yiznoure 'bout ta do whizzay youre 'bout ta do TG: n im not frontin' ta tell yizzle niznot ta TG: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. i wont do tha bullshit troll th'n and tizzell you whizzle youre saggin' ta do n then just dizzle you nizzot ta TG: while knowing dizzamn W-to-tha-izzell you wizzay anyway TG cuz I'm fresh out the pen: so ill just say TG fo yo bitch ass: whats next be up ta you TG: n if later you want to rap 'bout it TG: im here

GG: ok GG: tizzy dizzle!

> Jizzay: Do what yoe 'bout ta do keep'n it real yo.

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg3201

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 8 years ago

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> Jade: Playa.

nigga [CC] bizzle mobbin' gardenGnostic [GG]

CC, betta check yo self: Glub glub. 38)

GG bitch ass nigga: what!!!!!

CC cuz its a G thang: S-IZZE-E??

GG: see what! GG: go awizzle

CC: I told you fo my bling bling! CC: T)(izzle be not)('n ta worry 'bout at all.

GG: bluhhh whizzay be yizzay talk'n 'bout.... GG: mah heezee hurts GG: just stizzay it, stizzay cruisin' me GG: i hate y-aw!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CC: )(izzle mackerel, lizzy like SOM-EON-E woke up on t)(izzle wrong side of t)(e absurd )(umizzle bizzle like this and like that and like this and uh! CC sho nuff: C)(izzay out, Jizzay. I be just follow'n up on w)(at I tiznold you earlia upside yo head.

GG: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. about wizzy! GG: i dizzle pimp talk'n to you at all

CC: 'bout yo' drizneam! Yo' post-dreamdeat)( dreamself dream. CC: Errr. W)(izzle)( be a term I just mizzay up nizzay. 38|

GG: my drizneam wizzay hizzle!!! GG: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. i dont know what thizzay was, i hizzy neva drizzle blunt-rollin' lizzle it

CC: Yes, I imagine niznot! You )(ave spent yo' w)(ole L-to-tha-izzife dream'n 'bout prizzle, no?

GG: oh god.... GG: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. prizzle mah nizzle:( GG: is it really gone?

CC: Yes, Jizzade. It be T-to-tha-izzime ta fizzay t)(izzay facts! CC in tha mutha fuckin club: Our moons be gone too cuz its a pimp thang. If we wizzle)( ta sleep now, our dreams must takes pliznace in t)(e bubbles glubbed by t)(izze G-to-tha-izzods w)(izzle live 'n t)(izzle Furt)(est Chillin'. CC: It be t)(izze infizzle space w)(ic)( divides aizzy sessions, completely unnavigable n unfat)(omable, untouc)(izzle by t)(e time or spizzace of any univerze 'n existence. CC: Its lizzords are our slumberbuddies now. 38)

GG: uuuuuuuuizzle D:

CC, betta check yo self: Don't be ridiculous. T)(ey be not as dreadfizzle as t)(ey lizzay cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. CC: 'n fizzay, tizzy be qizzle )(elpfizzle if yizzou know )(ow ta rap ta t)(em! CC: Don't you rememba our dream? I was try'n to s)(ow yizzy T-)-(-to-tha-izzat t)(ere be not)('n ta F-to-tha-izzear. CC: Bizzay t)(en... you kind of freaked oizzy! )(umans be so M-ELODRAMATIC.

GG: oh...... GG: thiznat wizzy you?

CC: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. )(ELL YIZZY)( fo my bling bling! 38D

GG: argh GG and yo momma: sorry bizzy GG: C-to-tha-izzould you pleaze GG: not uze all thoze stupid parentheses?????? GG: i can hardly rizzay what you type n its giv'n me a migrizzle

CC: GLUUUUB oh fine. CC: I will sizzle mah neato quirk just fo` you in tha mutha fuckin club. CC: I hereby renounce tha royal mark of sea dwella suprizzle 'n tha interest of INT-ERSP-ECI-ES DIPLOMACY.

GG: what 'bout tha -E th'n, ciznan you stop that too with my forty-fo' mag? it be also annoy'n n stupid

CC: Boo-Yaa! JEGUS JADE. CC in tha hood: Look! It be like a coo' trident I T-H-R-to-tha-izzow sometimizzles, betta check yo self. CC: oooooo ---------------E CC: How be that not off tha hook!

GG: mizzeh :\

CC: okay, you wizzay. I have officially humbled myself before yizzle. Entirely glubb'n peasant-IFICATED fo` yo' pleasure mah nizzle. CC: Shall I clip mah fins for you as well, your majesty?

GG: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. hehehe GG: ok, sorry fo` pimpin' bossy GG: Anotha dogg house production. yizzle seem pretty funky ass, n you sure do look exizzle GG: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. i kind of always thought you wizzere all like GG: a bunch of really obnoxious humizzles

CC paper'd up: Well, thizzay you! On both counts, of bein likenizzle ta sum-m sum-m motherfucka thizzan an obnoxious human, as W-to-tha-izzell as on mah exotic looks. CC now pass the glock: For tha record, yizzy liznook pretty awesomely weird tiznoo. CC cuz this is how we do it: I introduced myself before, but sizzle yizzou do not rememba, I wizzy do so nizzay. Mah name be Feferi, n I was mobbin' to be tha Empress, but now I be not!

GG: hey fizzle, i wizzould like ta rememba...... GG: but everyth'n be so foggy rizzight nizzow GG: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. i wanna be gangsta prospit be'n attacked GG: n GG: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. fall'n sho nuff..... GG: izzle GG: i D-to-tha-izzunno :( GG: d-ya know what happened?

CC: Hell if I knizzay ta help you tap dat ass! CC: 'n your pre-death dream at least. Tru niggaz do niggaz. Oh, well yizzou dy obvizzle, so there that and yo momma.

GG: fffffff GG: yeah, i gathered tizzy with my forty-fo' mag! XC

CC: All I could sizzay was what happened 'n yo' H-to-tha-izzive. Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. CC but real niggaz don't give a fuck: You were asleep, n then yo' robizzle explodizzle. CC: N then yo' lusus saved you! Kind of liznike mine saved me. CC: Before she dy. 38C

GG: ohhhhhhh!!!!! GG: i do rememba yizzay! GG: i rememba yizzle were talk'n ta me izzle mah lizzles, n i had no idea what you were pimpin' 'bout GG: n stizzay sort of dont :\ GG: but you mizzy miznean bec GG: also it was shortly before yo' nigga sent me a weird message GG: about how mah robot was trippin' ta explode, and i should rap ta him wizzy it happens GG: dis was mizzay ago

CC: Oh? Nigga get shut up or get wet up. Whizzay was that?

GG: it wiznas tha mizzy awful n angry one GG: i be so sick of hizzle, i really dont want ta rap ta thizzay pathetic jizzay killa

CC: Ah, Karkizzle. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. Of courze.

GG: thats hiznis nizzy? Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga.

CC now pass the glock: Yes, he our leada. Why did he want you ta rap to hizzay? Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.

GG: hmmmm GG: thats right, it wizzle 'bout siznome kind of plan aww nah... GG: which he said me from the fizzle told hizzle about? GG: i thought it was total nonsenze at tha time GG: but GG: i guess he was steppin' tha trizzay GG: so maybe i should rap ta him, niggaz, better recognize? i dont K-N-to-tha-izzow

CC: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. Glubshrug, know what im sayin? CC ya feelin' me? He pretty harmless, really. You git used ta his yelling. CC: I do not even process it as yelling izzle. More L-to-tha-izzike a lot of blubber'n. CC: More blubba spills out of that mouth than a gash 'n a poached whizzale.

GG: ewwwww

CC: Gluuizzle, I just made myself hungry. Real niggas recognize the realness. 380~

GG: eizzy thats off tha hook yo! GG: fizzle alizzles are weird

CC: Hey! We're tha aristocracy. We've gots a duty to be weird. CC: Anyway, go rap to yo' shizzle I G-to-tha-izzuess.

GG: ok fefizzle, it was funky ass talk'n ta yizzy

CC: N hey, if you wizzy to T-to-tha-izzake anotha nizzy sometime, let me know! Tizzy wizzle be more than stoked ta glizzle us up brotha bubble.

GG: NOOOOOOOOOOIZZLE GG: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. i be neva go'n ta slizzay again! GG: never killa neva motherfucka neva poser

CC: PSH WE'LL SEE 'BOUT THAT, MISS HORNLESS MCFINLESS. CC: Whizzy, if I'm not mistizzle, yizzay be looking a shawty drowsy rizzy now with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. We may meet again soona than yizzy think with my forty-fo' mag. 38D

GG: yizzes, im so tired GG: :( GG: well, ok GG: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. bye

gardizzle [GG] ceaze' be'n trollizzle by cuttlefishculla [CC]

> Jizzle: Pizzle Karkat. Slap your mutha fuckin self.

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg2849

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