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mimble-sparklepudding · 1 month ago

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Scents of Samhain OC Ask List.

Celebrated from October 31st to November 1st, Samhain heralds the end of the harvest season and the onset of winter, or what the Celts considered the “darker half” of the year. As one of the major Celtic fire festivals, Samhain holds a place of significant importance, marking a period when the veil between worlds is thin and spirits are more likely to make an appearance.

Patchouli: Grounding, protection, and spiritual growth.

What does your OC use to anchor themselves emotionally during times of stress, or when they are feeling afraid? Do they think of a specific person? Focus upon their religious faith? Reflect upon a firmly held belief? Or something else?

Does your OC have any particular rituals or actions they perform for good luck, perhaps before embarking upon a risky venture or new activity?

How in touch is your OC with the spiritual beliefs and traditions of their culture of origin? Have they ever moved away from these? Perhaps only to return to them later?

How protective is your OC of those about whom they care? Does this ever come across as controlling or stifling? Or do they provide a quietly reassuring presence?

Are there specific times or places where your OC feels particular in touch with things beyond the everyday - whether the divine, the occult or the world of the dead.

Cinnamon: Warmth, prosperity, and vitality.

Does your OC enjoy feeling cosy? Perhaps being snuggled in blankets or wrapped in furs? If so, then is this something that they get to enjoy very often? And is it something about which they are quite private?

Is your OC someone who tends to store resources to get through the winter (or times of hardship in general)? Or are they more inclined to assume that things will work themselves out somehow - or even rely upon the generosity of others?

Does your OC feel more energetic or motivated during warmer seasons or when in hotter climates? Conversely, do they feel inclined to "hibernate" during colder weather?

Is your OC someone who enjoys feasting and carousing? If so then are they likely to be hosting such an event? Or more likely to be attending as a guest? If they don't enjoy such things, then what is the reason for their aversion?

Is your OC generally quite healthy? Or do they often come down with colds and minor ailments? Are they perhaps even a bit of a hypochondriac?

Nutmeg: Clarity, spiritual fortitude, and insight.

Would those who know your OC describe them as being rational and clear-thinking? Or are their thoughts often muddied by conflicting emotions? Or are they easily distracted by irrelevant details?

Does your OC find it easy to explain their views and opinions? Or do they find themselves grasping for the right words? Or perhaps stumbling over how to phrase something?

Is your OC easily able to empathise with others? Can they put themselves in someone else's shoes? Or are the motives and actions of others frequently a mystery to them?

Does your OC have the courage of their convictions? Or are they often beset by self-doubt or paralysed by indecision?

Was there a specific event or conversation which opened your OC's eyes to a particular reality? Do they ever regret learning the truth and feel nostalgic for their former innocence?

Clove: Safety, cleansing, and amiability.

Is your OC someone who makes those around them feel safe? Or is there something about them which others can find rather unsettling? If so, then is this the case constantly, or only in certain circumstances?

Is your OC generally easy-going? Or are they sometimes fussy, irritable or curmudgeonly? What tends to put them into a bad mood? Are they good at concealing the fact? Do they even try?

How important is cleanliness to your OC? Are they keen to wash and bathe as often as possible? Or can they go for extended periods without being troubled by any social expectations around personal hygiene?

When away from the comfort and convenience of amenities such as baths and showers, how does your OC keep themselves clean and fresh? If they do at all?

What does safety mean to your OC? Is it emotional or financial security? Or protection from physical harm? Is safety something for which they aim - either for themselves or others?

Frankincense: Connection, introspection, and purification.

Is your OC prone to introspection? Or do they not often look within themselves? If so then is this purely by inclination, or do they fear what they might discover?

What makes your OC feel an instant sense of connection to another person? A shared sense of humour? A common cultural heritage? Enjoyment of the same activities?

Is your OC a model of purity and innocence? Or are they prone to bawdy humour, sexual innuendos and cynical retorts? Perhaps they give the appearance of purity, but underneath things are a great deal murkier?

Does your OC ever do things and then afterwards find it hard to explain why they acted the way that they did? Or are they always clear on why they spoke or behaved in a certain way, even if they choose not to admit it to others?

Is your OC someone who other people consider easy to get to know? Are they, in fact, quite wrong about this?

Myrrh: Meditation, spiritual awareness, and grief.

Does your OC believe that their ancestors or dead relatives watch over them? Does this bring them comfort? Or would they actually rather they didn't?

Is your OC able to sit in silence with their own thoughts? Are they able to clear their mind and meditate? Or would they quickly become fidgety or bored?

Is there a particular date or season when your OC is more likely to reflect upon grief and loss? If they are grieving for a specific person then do they find times such as anniversaries or namedays particularly difficult?

To what degree is your OC mindful of the religious and spiritual beliefs of others? Even if they do not share them?

Is your OC sensitive to locations where great loss or suffering took place? Do they believe they can sense the echoes of past events? Or are they oblivious? How do they respond emotionally to being in such places?

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wistfulwanderingone · 2 months ago

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Clavis & Cassandra (OC)

Hey all! At last, here's the landing page for Clavis and the new OC I carefully crafted just for him. It is a slow-burn, angsty romance, be warned. But sooooo fulfilling, I promise! Clavis deserves some serious love and affirmation. And he's going to get it!

OC Summary: Cassandra Bellerose is a young noblewoman from Rhodalite. Her parents are perfectionists. They never want anyone to know of anything less than perfect that happens in their home. Their standing in society is of high importance to them. They are loved by all for their charisma and philanthropy and contributions to Rhodalite. She has an older sister who is perfection itself. Everyone loves her sister. They rave about her beauty, her talents, her charisma and charm. She's married a highly sought-after match and now is in the highest of society.

Cassandra 's a noblewoman, and there are certain expectations in that alone. Expectations she's never really felt she fits. She longs to let her hair down and roam the countryside, to be free to follow her whims, and to let her passions run wild. Her heart is full of unspoken desires, feelings, and things that she loves, but she can't discuss them with anyone. She has to bottle them up. She is very creative and imaginative, often lost in daydreams.

Cassandra isn't a fan of big social events; she internally panics when people expect her to speak and she is terrified of messing up. She's forced to go a ball when she's around the age of 16-17 where she meets fellow wallflowers Yves and Licht. She's good enough in "background" social situations that she is able to get Yves and Licht to open up just enough at the party that they all realize they have a lot in common and hit it off.

So, at some point soon after that, they start having tea parties at the palace together. She and Yves are basically besties. They often cook together in the mornings and then have an afternoon tea party with Licht. This goes on for a little while, until one day…she meets clavis.

She’s mesmerized by the way he carries himself, his slightly off-his-rocker persona. He’s so weird, but seems so free, like he doesn’t care what anyone thinks and her heart wants that. He fascinates her. And she wants to know more about him.

Pairing Summary: Cassandra never expected her first encounter with Clavis to awaken a longing for freedom and adventure she’s always kept hidden. As their worlds collide, she finds herself irresistibly drawn to his untamed spirit, a force that promises to shatter the chains of her carefully controlled life. For Clavis, what begins as a playful curiosity soon turns into something far more serious as he finds himself captivated by the one person who sees beyond his mischievous facade. As their story unfolds, two hearts grapple with the freedom they both crave—yet fear to embrace.

Fics will be listed below in chronological order according to their/Ikemen timeline.

Timeline:

Yr 0 - Bloodstained Rose Day

Yr 2 - 2 Years Later

"A Fated Macaron" (Cassandra POV) (Characters: Cass, Yves, Licht)

Yr 4 - 4 Years Later

"Meeting in the Moonlight" (Clavis POV) (Characters: Cass, Clavis)

"Meeting in the Moonlight" (Cassandra POV) (Characters: Cass, Clavis)

Yrs 5-9 -

Whispers in the Harvest Breeze (challenge fic) (Characters: Cass, Clavis, Yves, Licht)

Gossamer Dream (challenge fic) (Characters: Cass, Clavis)

Foraging for Mischief (challenge fic) (Characters: Cass, Clavis, Yves, Licht)

The Alchemy of Gold (challenge fic) (Characters: Cass, Chevalier)

Two Falling Leaves (challenge fic) (Characters: Cass, Clavis)

Yr 10 - Belle Year

Yr 12 -

Beauty in the Moonlight (challenge fic) (Characters: Cass, Clavis)

Cinnamon Spice (challenge fic) (Characters: Cass, Clavis)

@dododrawsstuff Thank you for all the artwork you have created for them! I love each and every piece so much!

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autistook · 8 months ago

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DAISIES - pt 4

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Words: 4.8k

Summary: Merry has started to behave differently from what you're used to, and you grow worried. You decide to confront him on the matter. Frodo tells you some news, that might just change your life as you know it.

Content warnings: alcohol, a VERY drunk Pippin lol

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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You were sat outside, near the gate of Bag End. You were wrapped up in an old moss green felt blanket, observing the running, giggling children. Everyone in the Shire was enjoying the April day, but you were feeling slightly frustrated.

Gandalf had settled into your home, and it felt to you like he was avoiding you with all of his might. You had been fond of him before, but this behavior had made you question if he was just hiding a mean personality under all that laughter and the fireworks. You heard him talk with Frodo endlessly, but whenever you entered the room, he went silent. You had deducted that you must have been making him somehow uncomfortable by your presence. As a result, you had started to spend more time outside, instead of in the calming atmosphere of your own home. Not that it was a safe space anymore, for it had mostly become unbearably uncomfortable to be in.

You saw a familiar face approach Bag End. His short, blonde hair was a little messy, his fingernails dirty and the legs of his pants were covered in dirt around his knees. Samwise smiled at you softly, and waved to you in a friendly manner.

"Enjoying the warm April breeze again?" Sam asked as he walked up to you.

"I enjoy watching the children play," you sighed. "Though I would prefer being indoors right now."

Samwise propped himself against the fence with his arm, looking at you with sympathy.

"You know, Mr. Gandalf is not that bad," he said, trying to reassure you. "I'm sure he is fine with you inside the house. He just is a little secretive sometimes. One of the more odd but good folk, as my Gaffer sometimes says."

"I would like to think so, but I don't feel welcome," you said, lifting your knees up to your chin, resting it there. "Are you here to take care of those weeds by the window?"

Sam's cheeks flushed a little, and he scratched his head, his posture switching to one showing his growing awkwardness.

"No, ma'am," he said, stuttering a little, trying to find the right words. "I am here to see Mister Gandalf. He has asked to see me this instant."

You chuckled, looking at Sam with one eyebrow lifted.

"I should probably start to do some gardening to appeal to him," you jested, causing Sam to try and reassure you more of your worth.

"Oh no, miss!" he said, placing his hands on his heart. "You are of great quality, even when not gardening! Not that gardening means great quality. Oh dear. What I meant to say, miss, was..."

"Relax, Samwise!" you laughed earnestly, amused at his reaction to your small poke at his importance to Gandalf. "It was just a joke. Go inside. I'm sure it's important."

Sam looked at you, his eyes filled with insecurity on how to handle this situation properly.

"I hope you do not mind," Sam said softly, scratching his head in a shy manner. "I am sure, with time mister Gandalf..."

"Sam!" you laughed and got up on your feet, softly pushing him through the gate. "Just go!"

Sam looked back at you, smiling uncomfortably and stumbling on his feet as he made his way into your home, closing the door carefully behind him.

You opened the pastry shop door, and the familiar sound of a bell rang above you. The shop was filled with a sweet smell of freshly baked goods, and the smell of cinnamon and cardamom were particularly mouth watering.

You walked to the cashier, handing her some money. She knew your regular order, and gave you a sizeable piece of carrot cake, without even having to ask for it. Your smile was wide as you thanked her. You took a glass of water with you, and made your way to the same table you always sat at.

Ten minutes passed and the bell rang as the door to the shop opened. Pippin greeted the shop owner cheerfully, while making his way to you.

"Hullo!" he greeted you with a big smile. He sat down across from you and started taking the light blue scarf off his neck.

"Is Merry not coming?" you asked, confused. He was not one to skip the pastry shop hangouts.

"I honestly don't even know where he is," Pippin said casually, shrugging his shoulders. He laid his blue coat on the back of the chair, and started to look around the shop to figure out what he wanted to enjoy as a meal this time around. "He said he would come. I saw him just yesterday."

"Do you think something has happened?" you asked, your worry for your friend growing. "I haven't seen him since the dance."

Pippin shrug his shoulders, not seeming too upset or concerned for the well being of his best friend. Pippin's eyes grew wide as he spotted chocolate muffins on the counter behind him. He got up fast and immediately went to buy it, the delicious looking treat now tempting you too. You looked down at your carrot cake, pouting and pondering your life decisions regarding sweet treats.

"I'm sure he is fine," Pippin said, already munching on his chocolate filled deliciousness. He sat back down and looked at you reassuringly. "I haven't seen him as much either, but he did say his dad has been asking him to do a lot of work around Brandy Hall."

You nodded. It made sense to you, even though it still concerned you that you had not seen him in almost two weeks, when normally you would see him almost daily.

"I hope so," you said, and at that moment the door to the pastry shop opened. Merry was standing there, readjusting his olive green coat. The look on his face was serious, but he still smiled softly at you and Pippin. He walked to the table after getting himself a piece of carrot cake.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Merry apologized, glancing at you quickly and then turning his gaze back to his carrot cake.

"We were worried sick!" Pippin exclaimed, his voice like a worried mother. His banter made Merry snicker, and he shook his head at Pippin. "Where on earth have you been, Mister Brandybuck?"

"I just had some work to do back at home," Merry replied to him in a quiet tone, fiddling with his fork and staring down at his cake. "I guess my parents were not very fond of me having too much fun at the dance. I've been helping my father a lot."

"Did you drink too much?" Pippin teased, making you chuckle softly. Merry glanced at you as he heard your laughter, but he quickly avoided your gaze and shifted his eyes to Pippin. "Or did you go around too many girls and they thought you needed an intervention?"

Merry blushed and cut a piece of his cake with his fork.

"No," he said, eating his carrot cake, not looking up.

"Are you sure?" Pippin teased him, but gave you a meaningful look. Pippin lifted his eyebrow at you, as if to question if something along those lines actually happened. You shook your head, to which Pippin nodded.

"I'm sure Mrs. and Mr. Brandybuck just want to make sure he is not just slacking off like he usually is," you jested. But Merry did not laugh. In fact, he did not react in any way. He just kept eating his carrot cake, making you once again concerned. This was unusual behavior for him, as he normally is always up for banter. You looked at Pippin, but the young Took did not seem to notice his best friend's unusual response, as he was too focused on moaning as he inhaled his chocolate muffin.

"So, what's our plan tonight?" you asked, looking at Merry. He did not lift his gaze. Pippin on the other hand responded with his mouth full.

"Green Dragon, please," he mumbled, mouth stuffed. "I am in need for some ale."

"Sounds good to me," you responded, the suggestion making your lips curl up into a soft smile. You kept looking at Merry. "Merry?"

Merry shrugged his shoulders, still not lifting his eyes off the cake.

"Sure, sounds fine," he said. His face looked like he was full of thoughts that were weighing on him, but you didn't want to push him too hard.

"That's settled then!" Pippin cried happily. "Shall we meet there at dusk?"

"Actually, the sooner the better," you responded. You felt uncomfortable about going back to home for even just a few hours more than was necessary. "I don't want to go home just yet. Can we go after eating these?"

"Is Gandalf still there?" Pippin asked, finishing his baked good. You nodded as a response, to which Pippin reacted with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. "Amazing! Now I might be able to ask him a few things regarding his fireworks."

"You're up to something," you said, squinting your eyes at him. Pippin just smiled mischevously and gave Merry a nudge. "Finish eating faster and stop being so quiet. We want to go drinking."

You noticed you hadn't even taken a bite of your cake yet. You immediately dug in. Merry lifted his gaze finally, and he was smiling at Pippin.

"I really am craving some good brew," Merry said, his mood visibly much lighter. Whatever was on his mind, he must have solved during the staring contest between him and the cake, you thought.

You three made your way to the Green Dragon in no time, the sun still high up. As you entered the Inn, the familiar warmth of it filled you immediately, making you feel at home. The inside was mostly empty from any Shire folk, except a few older hobbits who seemed to have been there since morning. After ordering pints, you walked behind Pippin to a table close to the counter and sat next to him, Merry taking a seat right across from you.

"So, what is it like to live with a wizard?" Pippin asked with child-like enthusiasm. You let out a deep sigh and took a big sip of ale.

"Excruciating. I think Gandalf hates me," you answered. "Frodo and Gandalf keep getting quiet whenever I enter the room."

"Why would he hate you?" Pippin asked curiously, to which you shook your head, a puzzled and slightly sad look on your face.

"I don't know. It just feels like he does," you said, taking another sip of your slightly bitter ale.

"I am sure he does not hate you," Merry commented, looking at you at last. "They probably just have something to discuss that just does not concern you."

Merry seemed very sure of his answer, and Pippin agreed with him. You decided to ignore the uneasy feeling the whole situation with Gandalf and Frodo gave you for now.

A few hours passed at the Green Dragon, and slowly more people started entering. You, Merry and Pippin had drank a few ales at this point, Pippin clearly slightly drunk already, even though the sun was not even down yet.

"I think I should get more," Pippin said, letting out a small burp as he rocked in his chair, balancing it on two of its legs - a dangerous task for someone intoxicated.

"I think you should go home," you teased, putting your hand on his shoulder and gently pulling the chair back on all fours.

"Excuse me, Ms. Baggins, but I am not going anywhere!" Pippin declaired, partly slurring his words. You laughed at his response, and the two of you got into a playful argument over his drunken state.

Merry was observing the bantering between you and Pippin. He was sipping his ale in silence, just staring at you two. Every time you turned to look at him, his gaze shifted away, clearly avoiding looking at you in the eyes. You furrowed your brows, confused about his behavior. You were quickly brought back to the present as Pippin slammed his hand on your shoulder.

"Ow!" you cried out, as his playful pat had come across slightly more forceful than he had intended to.

"My bad! I'm sorry!" Pippin apologized prefusely. "Maybe, just maybe I am slightly more under the influence than I thought," he admitted, still resisting the idea of going home yet.

"Maybe take the growing violence as a sign to go sleep," you snickered. Pippin rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Soon he nodded his head in agreement.

"I do have some plans tomorrow that I need to get up early for," he said, struggling to get up from the chair. You stood up and helped Pippin up by his waist and shoulder.

"Alright you fool of a Took," you said, chuckling at the situation. "Time to go home. Can you make it by yourself?" you asked, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and your hand on his waist. Pippin smiled, his eyes barely open. You shook your head and snorted, but you knew he really did have it in him to go home by himself. It was not exactly the first time he had to make his way back from the Green Dragon while intoxicated.

"You are wonderful," Pippin smiled, giving a playful kiss on your cheek. He made an exaggarated kissing sound as his lips left your skin, and you once again cackled at his behavior. Merry was still staring at you, now with more intensity in his eyes.

"Alright, time to go home," you said to Pippin, patting his back and gently showing him the way out of the Inn. Pippin could not walk straight, but could walk well enough to make it home safely. As he excited the door, you giggled loudly and sat back down across from Merry. "He is one piece of work," you said playfully. Merry smiled faintly, staring at his pint.

"That he is," he said in a warm and slightly amused tone, yet more quiet than he normally would.

"Look, I don't mean to pry," you started, making Merry shift in his seat. "But are you sure you're alright? You seem off."

Merry hesitated before answering.

"I am quite alright," he said, taking a big sip from his pint. He looked at you for a brief moment, before looking away.

"It's just that I haven't seen you in a while," you said, voice full of care and concern. "And you're just more quiet than normal. That's all."

"I'm fine," he said in a firm tone, his fingers brushing softly against the outside of his mug.

"Alright," you responded, not quite believing him. "It's just that I have missed you. I know it's been just twelve days, but I am used to seeing you more than that, Merry."

Merry lifted his gaze, locking his blue eyes with yours. His cheeks were turning a soft pink color as he smiled at you, his hands tightly wrapped around the pint of ale in front of him.

"I've missed you too," he said warmly, this time not breaking eye contact. A sense of relief entered your body, as he seemed more like his usual self. "I'm sorry for not really being present today. I've just had a lot on my mind."

"Like what?" you asked, Merry's eyes slightly narrowing for a split second.

"Just," he started, carefully thinking what to answer. "Just stuff. Nothing big has been going on, really. My parents just have needed my help a lot, that's all. I promise there's nothing to worry about," he continued with a reassuring smile.

You smiled back at him.

"Well alright then," you responded, taking a sip of your ale. Merry's eyes lingered on yours for a few more seconds, before he turned to look away.

Some days passed, and Gandalf still was staying in Bag End. You were sitting on your bed, burrowed in your many pillows, wondering if it was worth it to sneak into the kitchen while Gandalf was outside taking a walk.

There were three knocks at your bedroom door, and soon enough your adoptive brother was peeking through the crack of the door.

“May I come in?” he asked. You gestured him to enter, and rose from your comfortable pillow pile.

“What's on your mind, Frodo?” you asked, crossing your legs and smiling at him.

“Are you uncomfortable with Gandalf being here?” Frodo asked without any hesitation. You two were comfortable with sharing almost everything, including uncomfortable thoughts.

“I am,” you responded, a small pout making an appearence on your lips. “I get the sense that I am being a burden in my own home.”

Frodo gave you a soft smile, his eyes full of sympathy and brotherly care.

“He has nothing against you,” Frodo said, gently stroking your shoulder. “He just has some important things to discuss with me, and we need some privacy for those matters. Trust me, he is fond of you.”

You sighed, fiddling with the fabric of one of your decorative pillows, tracing the embroidery on it with your fingers.

“I guess I am just used to him being more welcoming, you know?” you said. “It seems like I have been intruding on some very serious matters.”

Frodo took a moment to answer. He seemed like he had to think about what to say next very carefully.

“You haven't been intruding,” he finally stated. “But the conversations we have been having are indeed of serious matters,” he continued, making you slightly nervous.

“What kind of matters?” you inquired, making Frodo hesitate again before answering.

“Nothing for you to be concerned about for now,” he said, softly smiling, but his eyes were full of worry.

“Frodo,” you said, softly taking his hand. “What is wrong?”

Frodo looked outside your bedroom window for a moment as he sat there next to you.

“I think I am going to go see Bilbo,” he finally responded. “But I worry it is going to be a long and possibly a dangerous journey, and I might not see you for a while.”

You smiled, slightly worried but not surprised. Frodo was very fond of uncle Bilbo, and had often talked to you about his adventures and craving some of his own. But one part of this did not make sense to you.

“What does Gandalf have to do with this?” you asked. “And why is it such a serious matter that I could not be there to hear it?”

Frodo squirmed a little as he fixed his posture.

“I was worried to tell you,” he said. “Besides going on an adventure, I have considered moving back to Buckland, where I grew up.”

You felt confused. Frodo adored Bag End, and was always hissing about the Sackville-Bagginses trying to demand it. They were always complaining about Frodo inheriting it from Bilbo, as they felt like it belonged to them. And you felt like you belonged there alongside Frodo.

“But the house would be so empty without you,” you said, your voice filled with a mixture of confusion and sadness. “I don't think I can take care of it on my own, despite Sam possibly doing the gardening still.”

Frodo took a deep breath and squeezed your hand.

“I discussed selling Bag End with Gandalf,” he finally said, making your eyes widen. “To the Sackville-Bagginses, as Sam is also coming with me, and I think…”

“What?” you interrupted. He was planning on selling his home. Your home. And to Sackville-Bagginses! “You can't sell this place! I grew up here after uncle Bilbo took me in.”

Frodo looked at you, and his blue eyes were filled with sadness and guilt.

“Gandalf said he has heard the Brandybucks could use your help in Brandy Hall,” he said, brushing his thumb on the back of your hand. “And we discussed the possibility of you moving there. Your best friend would be closer to you, and you have talked about getting yourself a job.”

You just stared at him, with a heavy feeling in your heart. The more he revealed, the more everything he said was out of character for Frodo. He seemed like he was making excuses, hiding the real reason behind his plan.

“Why can't I stay here?” you asked, making Frodo sigh once more.

“It is a big house,” he said, making you frustrated, because what he was about to say next you could predict, and you knew he would be right. His next words, he once again chose very carefully. “And I don't think that you necessarily could take care of it on your own, nor do I think that you would feel comfortable with it, my dear sister.”

You pondered for a moment if you should yell at him for forcing this plan on you, or if you should perhaps go yell at Gandalf for supporting this decision. But your brother was right.

“You're right,” you finally said, filled with melancholy. “I just don't understand why you want to leave this place, and why you would make this decision without me.”

“I haven't made the decision yet, but I miss Buckland and in my heart I know I must go on an adventure and after Bilbo, no matter how dangerous it could be.”

You pouted, wondering his words for a while. You gave him a supportive nod. Your body was filled with anxiety, and you kept tracing the golden thread and its swirls on your pillow.

“I understand,” you sighed. Yet a few questions remained, bothering you. “What kind of work are the Brandybucks in need for?”

“Mostly writing down important stuff that Merry’s father has to mail and do as the Master of Buckland,” Frodo smiled. “It is a big hobbit hole with lots of families living in it, so there's also need for cooking, cleaning and gardening every now and then - for a price of course, as you would move in as an outsider, so to speak.”

“Outsider, huh?” you said, in a playfully offended tone, making Frodo laugh.

“You know what I mean,” he said, his grin wide. “They have asked some other hobbits for the job, but I am sure they would give it to you in a heartbeat.”

You thought about it for a moment.

“Is Merry aware of your plan?” you asked.

“Only Gandalf and Sam,” he said. “But I will let everyone know if I decide to go through with it.”

“You’ll let me know first, right?” you said in need of some reassurance.

“Of course,” he smiled.

“One more question,” you said, and Frodo waited nervously for your next question. “How long is Gandalf going to stay here?”

Frodo chuckled and shrugged.

“As long as it takes to finalize the plan,” he responded. “And for however long I need help with deciding which road to take when I leave for my adventure. But do not worry. I can ask him to be a little more welcoming to you. All I'm asking for is for you to trust me, and let us have our privacy. I will let you know every necessary detail.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand.

“Thank you,” you said, feeling slightly flustered about having to ask your brother to defend you, instead of just asking Gandalf yourself.

With enthusiasm, you finally bit into the chocolate muffin you had been craving for two days. You moaned your mouth full, making Merry chuckle.

“It’s so good!” you exclaimed, your words barely coherent from your mouth being so full.

“I can see that,” he smiled. “Seems like it was worth purchasing.”

“Are you kidding me? I have craved this for days!”

The smile did not leave Merry's face as he glanced at the corner of your lips.

“You have some muffin there,” he informed you, nodding his head towards your lips. You wiped it off swiftly, and thanked him for notifying you.

“Too bad Pippin couldn't make it today,” you said, taking another sizable bite of the muffin.

“Yeah,” Merry said quietly. “But we can do something even if it's the two of us, right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, finishing your muffin. Merry snickered at the way you devoured your dessert in less than two minutes. “Do you have anything in your mind?”

Merry thought about it for a while, his fingernails tapping the table.

“It's a beautiful day, how does just a walk sound?” he asked.

“Wow, adventurous!” you responded sarcastically. Merry pouted, and a small blush appeared on his cheeks.

“I'm sorry, that was stupid,” he apologized awkwardly.

“What?” you chuckled. “It was a good idea. We don't always have to do something outrageous and stupid.”

Merry smiled at you, relieved.

“Alright” he said softly. “I'm sorry.”

“What do you keep apologizing for you idiot?” you laughed, amused at his behavior. “It's fine!”

Merry nodded, his face still softly flustered.

“Shall we go?” he asked, getting up before even giving you a chance to answer.

You walked for quite some time around Hobbiton, Merry curiously asking more about Gandalf's recent decision to stay in Bag End. You mentioned nothing of Frodo's plans to move out, and instead claimed that Gandalf was just bringing Frodo news of Bilbo, and decided to stay for an indefinte amount of time.

"You seem bothered by this," Merry said, regarding Gandalfs presence in your own home.

"It's fine, really!" you lied, scratching your head. "It will just take some time to get used to. You don't exactly expect a wizard to start suddenly hanging around your kitchen and living room all the time."

Merry chuckled. His eyes were following a small, bright orange butterfly that just flew right past his face, gently brushing his nose.

"Merry!" you suddenly gasped. You took his hand in yours, stopping him in his tracks. "Look!" you whispered, nudging his sleeve and pointing to your right.

At your right, there was a small fox. Its body was slender, the coppery fur looked soft, and its pointy nose was curiously sniffing the air. Your eyes were sparkling with child-like excitement as you looked at the fox. And Merry's eyes were full of admiration, but it was not the fox that he was adoring. You giddily hopped a little, but quiet enough that it didn't startle the curious creature now approaching the two of you. You slowly crouched, putting your hand in front of you in a careful manner, hoping the fox would at least come sniff you. The fox was just an arm length away, and it smelled all around your palm for a moment. Soon the fox wandered off, its fluffy tail brushing against your wrist softly as it turned around. You turned to look at Merry with a smile on your face so wide it felt like your face might just break off. He was in awe of your innocent reaction, and he smiled just as widely back at you.

"That was a cute sight," Merry said to you, grinning ear to ear.

"I touched its tail!" you giggled with joy. Merry let out a small chuckle. "I've never touched a fox before!"

"I've heard their fur is very soft," Merry said, still smiling fondly at you. "I believe you can now confirm if its true or not."

"It was the softest thing I've ever touched!" you said ecstatically, pulling on his sleeve from excitement. Merry shook his head, the smile not leaving his face.

"Do you want to keep walking?" he asked, to which you nodded and started skipping ahead, still over the moon from the interaction with the small forest creature. Merry followed you behind, his hands in his pockets.

Soon you turned around and skipped back to walk alongside Merry.

"I'm sad that Pippin missed this," you sighed. "I feel like he would've loved to witness this. Why could he not come today?"

Merry didn't answer straight away, but soon his posture shrank a little as he looked at you.

"About that," he said quietly, clearing his throat, mumbling a little as he spoke. "I might have exaggarated the reason Pippin couldn't come here."

"What? What was the real reason?" you asked curiously.

Merry cleared his throat again, not daring to look you in the eyes.

"I just wanted to spend some time alone with you, that's all," he said.

"Oh, why is that?" you asked.

Merry's freckles were suddenly surrounded by a growing blush, and Merry was struggling with his words.

"I just," he muttered. "I guess I just needed some space from Pippin. I've seen him a lot more recently, and I have barely seen you at all."

You couldn't shake the feeling that Merry was not telling you the whole truth, but you decided to let it pass.

"Well, everybody needs some space sometimes," you said. "If you ever need space from me, just let me know."

Merry's gaze immediately left the ground and he turned to look at you again.

"I don't think that will be necessary," he said.

"Well, if it ever becomes necessary, just let me know!"

Merry gave you half a smile and changed the subject back to the fox. You got giddy again, and explained in detail what the fur on the fluffy tail felt like against your wrist. Even when you were walking around him aimlessly, explaining every second of your excitement as you touched the fox, Merry could not take his eyes off you.

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NEXT CHAPTER

@chatteringfox @shiinata-library @ahobbitsjourney23

#daisies #merry x reader #lotr #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #lotr merry #merry Brandybuck #meriadoc Brandybuck #pippin took #frodo baggins #gandalf #tolkien #jrrt

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cloudberrybunny · 2 months ago

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OC-tober Day 10: Personality

The most important characters in The Quartzosphere, chibi style!! :D Here's some introductions from left to right!

Sulo is the main character. He's a sweet and shy young man, often too nice for his own good. Growing up in a small countryside village, he always dreamed of grand adventures and hoped to one day visit the glistening towers he could see in the distance. A hopeless daydreamer! He tries to get along with everyone and is thus concerned of what people think about him, and he overthinks a lot. Precious cinnamon roll ;_;

Sulo is holding Tiffe, a hybrid animal of sorts. Tiffe usually has a sour expression, like she's judging everyone silently. She's smart and quick to learn, and has an impeccable sense of smell, which helps her to guide her companions. She is very curious and will snoop her surroundings upside down, possibly making a mess in the process. She is also rather proud and refuses to ask for help. As she is small, stairs are her biggest enemy - she is very ashamed if someone has to carry her to the top.

Taika is mischievous, reckless, and rarely acts serious - however, she's smarter than she lets on. Taika has a habit of hiding her true feelings and finds it difficult to share her problems with other people. Tiffe is the only one she feels she can open up to! She gets bored easily, and can be rather impatient. When tired or bored, she can be dramatic and will purposefully get more theatrical just to annoy Pyry. :'D Taika is headstrong and dislikes controlling people. She will hold a grudge towards those who have wronged her or the people close to her. Taika is rather irresponsible when using magic. She's prone to using her magic reserves too quickly and will often need some time to recover, leaving her helpless against aggressive hybrids.

Pyry is calm and judgemental, and while he appears stoic, he is surprisingly easy to fluster. He is cautious towards new people and doesn't trust others too easily. However, once he opens up, he is caring, honest and trustworthy. Pyry is smart and likes to learn about different cultures and legends. He has a profound appreciation for nature, and knows a thing or two about survival in the wild. He can build a sufficient camp or a snow tunnel to stay safe during nights in the wilderness. He's both unlucky and pessimistic, and is always expecting things to go wrong if they can go wrong. Pyry also has little patience to those fooling around and gets annoyed easily.

Ilta is the mom-friend of the group: warm, positive and supporting. She is friendly, but not too nice. She always tries to be polite, even towards people she doesn't like. Ilta is kind to everyone, unless they give her a reason not to! Determined and overprotective, she does everything she can to keep her companions safe and well. She can get fussy - she constantly asks if people are in need of warm clothes, food or if they need a break from traveling. She absolutely loves animals and appreciates all life. She is a vegan and always carries vegan sweets with her no matter where she goes <3 Ilta is modest and gets embarrassed when someone praises her. When she is nervous, she gets chatty and can even talk to herself.

Sisu has trouble fitting in and tries to get rid of a core component of his being in hopes of becoming what he deems "normal", so that people would accept him. Despite this, he has no real desire to change and is comfortable how he is - he only tries to do so in fear of people judging him. Due to not being fully human, he has been living isolated and is therefore asocial. This causes him to be lonely and jealous of people who have friends and connections. He can be rather blunt and stubborn - sarcasm is his middle name. He prefers to avoid fighting and will try to flee if things get dicey. However, as he learns more about the Magic Point Pen and how to use it, he will defend himself more readily. He prefers to stay in the shadows and dislikes being seen. Sisu likes all things soft and comforting and is most likely touch-starved. Someone give him a hug ;_;

Master Aura is the current magic-teaching Serendian Master. She is optimistic, imaginative and curious. Too curious for her own good... She is also very perceptive, and notices small details others might miss. As a teacher in Serendia, she was gentle, sweet and encouraging but could be strict when needed. She had problems living up to her title as a Master, and would constantly stress over her teaching methods and ask the other Masters for advice. She was unsure if she was even worthy of the title. Her thinking is very black-and-white and she is a bad liar. She has a tendency of not wanting to bother other people with her problems.

Master Vellamo used to teach self-defense with the Magic Point Pen in Serendia. She seems cold, strict and uptight but is actually quite caring and understanding. She's a punctual perfectionist, and always acts and dresses appropriately. She likes her surroundings clean and stylish. Vellamo has no sense of humor, she almost never laughs. She can't help but roll her eyes at Grand Master Edvin's dad jokes XD Vellamo is often too harsh on herself. If she makes a mistake, it will haunt her for days and she will do everything she can to correct it.

Grand Master Edvin is the highest-ranking Master in Serendia. He used to teach advanced use of the Magic Point Pen - copying structures and magic traces as well as drawing saved structures out of the Magic Point Pen (it kinda works like a 3D scanner + 3D printer + magic wand XD) He is smart, knowledgeable and understanding, and is always encouraging people in his own way. Edvin is a silly man. He loooves his puns and jokes! If the situation is not dire, he can tell obviously vague or wrong information just to mess with people :'D He always tries to do the right thing, though! While he is a jokester, he knows when it's time to get serious. Edvin is the emotional type - he will cry during sad movies or while reading a book.

Master Conrad used to teach basic use and history of the Magic Point Pen in Serendia. He is serious and intelligent, always seeking to learn more. He is a logical thinker. Even though he is a polite gentleman, he is cold and firm towards the people who do not respect him. He is not very talkative and has no time for chit-chat. As he is calculating and deliberate, his hypotheses are usually spot-on. He always dresses impeccably and dislikes messes. Despite his immaculate looks, he is very absent-minded and forgets stuff all the time. He often immerses himself in his work and forgets to eat, which forces him to munch on some canned food. Poor Mr. Fancypants :'(

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inkspottie · 3 months ago

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So I was just lookin through all the old questions you’ve answered, and I saw one with a tag saying u enjoyed coming up with songs and scents for ur oc’s. By scents do u mean like what they’d smell like? If that’s the case then I’m really curious as to what scents you’d give all of ur ocs.

Oh ye! It’s a fun past time for me. Thinking of all the things that make an OC an OC lol

And yeah, what they would smell like and what not lol it’s an odd thing but for someone who has a sensitive nose scents are important!!

For Sadao pre-Leviathan I imagine he smells like books, and coffee. But post Leviathan he smells more like a cave (but not in a gross dank way, but if you been to like…a Disney smelling cave if that makes sense?) he smells like a rock and a creek essentially very nature-y.

Gabriel smells kinda like a campfire, cuz he’s a very outdoorsy person. Maybe some pine, a little hint of cinnamon

Anzu definitely has a metallic scent to her, but with a very little hint of floral. Rose in particular.

As for Sebastian I imagine he kinda have a fishy smell, (more like saltwater smell than actual fish) but he uses like antiseptic and medical stuff a lot for his arm injury that it sort of takes it away. He smells kinda like a hospital much to his own dismay. Before his fishy face he probably smelled like cigarettes and Amber from his cologne.

#spottie speaks #idk why but scents are important to me when making a character

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southeastasianists · 1 year ago

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The divine blend of spices needed to make curry first reached Southeast Asia about 2,000 years ago, when the region began trading with the Indian subcontinent, according to an analysis of ancient spice residue.

The new project analyzed 12 different spice grinding tools unearthed at the ancient trading port of Oc Eo, in modern-day Vietnam, by washing them with water and chemicals. This produced hundreds of tiny fragments that the researchers painstakingly identified (to a reasonable degree of certitude) under a microscope. The results sounded like a shopping list for making curry: turmeric, ginger, fingerroot, sand ginger, galangal, clove, nutmeg and cinnamon.

“These spices are indispensable ingredients used in the making of curry in South Asia today,” the paper says.

Ancient Trading Spices

Where did all these spices comes from?

They could have come from the surrounding countryside. Farmers in Southeast Asia made many of these crops themselves, and if not, they could have imported the seeds and gotten started.

On the other hand, the turmeric could have easily come from India, where use of the spice dates back thousands of years. And the ginger and cloves may have come from India as well, or maybe China.

Cinnamon was widely traded at the time and may have come all the way from Israel.

The galangal, fingerroot and sand ginger are native to Southeast Asia and could easily have come from nearby soils. These more specialized spices are still used in the region’s curry paste.

Footed Grinding Slabs

As a testament to the spice trade’s popularity, the spice grinders made up the majority of the stone tools recovered from Oc Eo and another, nearby city called Angkor Borei. The original archaeological dig at Oc Eo found numerous footed grinding slabs, which look like little stone workbenches for grinding spices – which is what they likely were. Versions of these slabs are still sometimes used in the traditional preparation of curry.

The largest slab recovered measured 2.5 feet by 1 foot. Researchers found it buried not far from a piece of charcoal that dated to about A.D. 250, which hinted at when curry first made its way to the area.

Oc Eo

At that time, the city would have been not just importing and exporting goods but making them as well, according to the paper. Residents raised religious monuments and shaped metal tools, glass jewelry and pottery.

All the while, they would have worked to trade and process many different spices. Archaeologists working there even found an intact nut that dated to about A.D. 200, and it still “yielded a nutmeg aroma,” the paper says.

Now part of Vietnam, Oc Eo once belonged to the ancient kingdom of Funan, which maintained a base of power further up the Mekong River.

In Oc Eo, culture prospered between the first and eighth centuries, during the latter years of the Iron Age. As the site’s ancient canals filled with ships, Buddhism and Hinduism left their own marks on the sprawling complex, including a possible contribution to curry cooking. The need to dye the Buddhist monks’ robes yellow may have first prompted Oc Eo to import turmeric, the paper says.

#Southeast Asia #Ancient Southeast Asia #History #Archaeology #Spices #food cw

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vinyatar · 3 months ago

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OC Questionnaire Tag Game

I was tagged by three people (thank you friends!!) so my rambling will be in a 'read more' below. My own questions for you all are at the end.

As the relative of several notorious kinslayers and the last representative of her House, she must work harder than others to gain people's trust and love, even though she does not feel responsible for her family's deeds.

from @linden-leaf - answering for Eilian (arantea cinnamon roll)

What’s a core lie your character believes about themselves or the world, and where did it originate?

Who are/were the most important people in their lives? Did they choose those people for themselves (and would they choose them again)?

Is there a choice they’ve surprised themselves by making? (And did they learn anything about themselves through making it?)

- her fiancé, one of the Gwaith-i-Mirdain. Before he died in Eregion he requested that the betrothal rings were returned to her, technically releasing her from the arrangement. His fate shapes her role in Middle-earth for the next two Ages. They choose each other again when they are reunited.

- her adoptive brother Naerchil, brought together by the trauma of Dagor Bragollach as children. They were sent away from the Fëanorians together and he was her guardian. They are somewhat co-dependent.

Despite knowing the havoc that oaths have wrought on her family, she ends up swearing her own oath of vengeance (to either destroy Sauron or herself die in Middle-earth). She fights many battles and takes many lives and upon introspection, begins to understand a little more the rest of her family.

What is their biggest regret, and why?

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from @yellow-faerie - answering for Teithril (marsh elleth)

Teithril has reconstructed many texts and preserved countless stories but was not able to save Dírhaval (the mortal author of The Children of Hurin, and a close friend of herself and Pengolodh) from the Kinslaying at the Havens of Sirion.

Do they have a craft? When and where did they learn it, and from who, and why?

She's no Therindë but is a resourceful sewer and weaver using various basic/foraged materials, due to her upbringing in a small marshy Sindar village in Nevrast.

She is an excellent scribe and learned from Turgon's people in Nevrast (her characteristic small neat script is due to a tendency for manuscript-hoarding after the fall of Gondolin)

How do they sleep? Is it restful, or full of nightmares? Do they only sleep in short bursts or are they the sort to sleep deeply all night?

she combines these two skills to make Pengolodh a quilted coat, but it's stuffed with manuscript copies in tiny font. It's arrow-resistant!

She sleeps restfully but dreams vividly due to all the stories she's accumulated through the Ages

Has your OC ever burned or otherwise destroyed something that reminded them of unhappy times or experiences in their past? Was this part of an arranged event? Or something they did spontaneously or in anger?

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from @the-journey-was-the-point - answering for Ancalimon (the bright trashlord)

many of Ancalimon's possessions from pre-Angband were destroyed by his mother during a grieving period. She does not recognize that he ever returned.

Ancalimon destroys the watchtower belonging to his father during the Dagor Bragollach, removing all traces of his family. It was spontaneous but intentional as it had been overrun by enemy forces

What is your character's preferred way of coping with stress or difficult situations?

Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them! (whether other OC or canon)

externally:

- inside or outside the Fëanorian circle, among peers or if social norms are in play: by being annoyingly charming and facetious

- outside the Fëanorian circle, if anything goes: with violence, ruthlessly

- inside the Fëanorian circle, among rank superiors: efficiently and with competence. If hard pressed on a personal level (relating to his past or the Lúthien incident) he withdraws into himself

internal issues: doesn't deal with them at all

Finrod: too wise to fool, too powerful to harm, too important to ignore during the Fëanorians' time in Nargothrond

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Here are my questions:

would your character step in harm's way for someone else, and who are they? would they do the same for your character?

how does your character handle betrayal?

if your character were a video game boss, what do the game guides say about them? What is one piece of loot they would drop?

I'm not tagging anyone in particular because I am so late in answering, and many people I would have tagged have already gone through some questions! Please feel free to answer if you'd like - I'd love to hear more about your OCs!

#my ocs #vinyatar et al #arantea cinnamon roll #marsh elleth #the bright trashlord

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tea-the-not-understanding · 1 year ago

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Greetings to the person who found my blog.

Welcome, let me introduce myself first before explaining the rules. My name is Tea, it the name that many people referred to call me and pretty simple name to remember. I am basically 18+ and bisexual, He/Him/They/Them.

This blog is all about me having fun with art, drawing and posting to share with you all. It also one of my passions to entertain others but I have some common rules that you must follows.

I accepts

Art trades ( I do love to do trades but please do not go overboard with it. )

Collabs ( I like to share some ideas and do art collabs, etc etc.. )

Roleplay ( Roleplay is what I love to do but it have to be at least appropriate. no 18+ or NSFW because there's minors, but angst is allowed. )

Suggestions ( You can suggest or give me idea what to draw. But for now, Cookie run fandoms, it can be others but I'll reconsidered about it. )

You can send asks to asks about the characters that I am open in this blog. Please keep it appropriate.

What I do NOT accept

Please for the love of god do not send me feet pics. ( I am too done and exhaust from it already )

Asks or Request me to draw NSFW. (There's minor in this blog, I know it. And if you want, it do not come in for free. )

Request to draw your oc/characters. ( I only do it for friends and mutual. If you really want, then considering commission me for it. )( And also, asking me to be your friend first and tell me to draw your oc will get you banned instanly. )

And finally, common sense thing that you must know. No Proshipper, Incest, Homophobic, Racial, Slurs, other bad shit, etc...

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Now that you have read the rules. I can introduce you to the character that I am open to answers to.

Most of you might be here to ask about Electric eel cookie but there's more then just Electric eel too. Such as Angst au with Longan and Millie, Capsaicin and Prune juice and my oc's/Characters

update/edit. I'll add characters where you can asks or know what characters I own so you can asks/roleplay with

Clockwork cookie : little shit who control time

Timeless cookie : little shit who control time 2

Vanilla Extract cookie : Someone please put him to sleep for once.

Melted fruitcake cookie : He eat too much sometimes.

Forest fire cookie : your pride is too important apparently.

Ancient death thorn cookie : What the fuck are you?

Chai tea cookie : Stop adopting chickens goddammit.

Skullcap Sapphire Butter cookie : LITTLE SHIT NUMBER 1

Cinnamon dust cookie : a bean that need someone to burn some houses for him sometime.

Flaming dust cookie : LITTLE SHIT NUMBER 2

Vortex tea cookie : Someone put him to sleep too.

Ribbon eel cookie : Wake up, you sleep too much.

Rangoon cookie : Stop asking her for nudes you sick fucks.

Guarana cookie : Kinda a little shit?

Mythical salt cookie : Go to horny jail.

Space dust cookie : Your the moon son? how? The moon is still a virgin-

Luna/Moon cookie : introvert to the core.

Little Moon : Eh? What do you want?

SONA

Shooting star : Idiot number 1

Buh : buh

Toxic : the only tea cup for a head character btw

Icing cookie : BIGGEST LITTLE SHIT

Melatonin cookie : don't make him cry...

Shimp / shimp cookie : every body favorite boi!

Here are some option link that You can open to see on the character to asks.

And to those who want to read the side story of the Angst au capsaicin and prune juice. Here's the link as well or you can just click the angst au tag in my blog and you'll find them too.

Anyways, hope you have fun and enjoy your time in my blog. ^^

#my art #arts #my arts #fav

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missywritesfor7 · 6 months ago

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 24: Forever

Being home took a little adjusting for Yoongi. He didn’t think it would, but after his first night back he realized how much he had gotten used to waking up alone in the woods. Not that he would ever prefer waking up alone over waking up next to Hyeri, but he definitely misses waking up to the peaceful sounds of nature right outside his window.

Hyeri remains sound asleep, so without disturbing her, Yoongi slips out of bed and begins to prepare breakfast. She has a week before she starts working on her new drama, so he wants to take advantage of the time before he begins jumping into his own work. He knows she’ll be spending most of her time studying her script and he wants her to stay focused on that because he knows how much this role means to her, so he’s taking it upon himself to cater to her every need as much as possible so she won’t have to interrupt her working.

Hyeri is delighted to wake up to the smell of breakfast. She’s missed Yoongi’s cooking so much. She may not fully admit it to him, but she ate out quite a lot in his absence and not always healthily. However, she should have known that she doesn’t have to admit it to him because he could already tell the moment he started looking for ingredients to make breakfast. It almost looks the same as the day he left. He’s lucky he even found enough to make a meal, so while he did that he put in an order for groceries and waited for Hyeri to wake up so he could scold her in his usual caretaking way.

“Smells good in here,” Hyeri says entering the kitchen dressed in nothing but one of Yoongi’s oversized navy blue t-shirts. “I missed getting a good Min meal everyday,” she jokes.

“Is that why you haven’t cooked anything yourself this whole time?” He smirks.

“No, I cooked,” she lies. “A little.”

“Really?” He can see right through her.

“Yeah….I made lots of ramen for myself.”

“Hyeri,” he chuckles.

“Yeah yeah I know, but delivery is so much easier than doing all the work myself,” she laughs taking a seat in a stool at the kitchen bar.

“You’re lucky you have such a loving and caring boyfriend who makes sure you have a home cooked meal that’s nice and healthy.”

“How healthy is that French toast with whipped cream on it?” She jokes pointing to the not very healthy looking piece of toast topped with cinnamon sugar, whipped cream, and honey. Certainly not the healthiest meal.

“That’s all we had in there. Why didn’t you get groceries?” He playfully scolds.

“Just because I didnt get the groceries you’re looking for doesn’t mean I didn’t get any at all.”

“Then what did you get?”

“The important thing is that I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world who cooks me good food.” She smiles at him with her nose scrunched and her eyes pressed into the most mischievous yet adorable crescents.

“Eat up, silly,” he laughs putting her plate in front of her and sitting next to her with his own.

“You’re the best.”

“Don’t patronize me,” he jokes.

“I mean it,” she giggles. “I’ll tell the world how great you are!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!” She says perked up.

“You seem very excited about that. Do you want to go shout it from the balcony so you can get it out of your system?” His laugh blowing bits of cinnamon sugar off of his toast.

“Maybe I will,” she says shoving a bite in her mouth. “I want everyone to know,” she pouts.

“You really mean it?” He asks unconvinced. “I thought you were just saying that before. You’d really tell everyone that we’re together?”

“Yeah.” She sinks a little in her seat as if that confession embarrasses her. “I mean…I still want to wait until after the show airs, but I just feel like it’s this big secret that’s weighing me down and I just want to let it go. I want to be free finally and putting that out there would be a huge relief.”

“You mean after-“

“I know.” She raises her hand to stop him. “I know I didn’t want to at first but then I realized that it’s the very thing that’s been bringing me down. This secret that’s caused us both so much pain. Hiding it makes it feel temporary and I don’t like that. I don’t like temporary. Nothing about how I feel for you is temporary. Even my career feels more temporary than how I feel for you. When the roles stop coming and the royalties dry up, I’ll still have you. If…you’d still have me.”

“If I’d still have you?” He asks tilting his head.

“If you don’t get sick of me or something.” Her confidence quickly fades and she becomes a shy girl wondering if her crush likes her back. Never mind the 3 years they’ve been together.

“Sick of you?” He huffs. “Are you crazy, Na Hyeri?”

“Yes,” she laughs. “I guess if anyone were sick of anyone it would be me sick of you.”

“What are you trying to say?” He playfully rolls his eyes at her teasing.

“I don’t know,” she laughs nervously. “I’ve had a lot of time to think to myself and I guess I’m just spitting it all out now that you’re back home.” She pauses then looks in his eyes. “I’ve been missing my best friend. The love of my life, and now I feel like I finally have you back. I guess I’m just really happy and can’t contain myself.”

“I’ve been missing you too,” he smiles fondly.

“I know I’ve said it before, but I’m really sorry for trying to keep us a secret. I thought my career would suffer but I suffered instead, and you did too. I feel like I’ve changed so much because now I don’t care if anyone knows. I love and care about you and that’s all that matters. You’ll always be there for me, right? I mean like…for a long time?”

“Forever, Hyeri,” he says taking her hand. “Isn’t that what we said?” He taps his bracelet with ‘Forever mine. Forever yours.’ written on it. “I meant it. I want forever with you.”

“I want forever with you too.” Her face lightens up with the biggest smile of infatuation.

“So should we tell the world before or after the wedding?” He asks half joking.

“Wedding? Don’t play with my heart, Yoon-gya,” she chuckles feeling a wave of shyness overcome her again.

“I’m not playing with your heart,” he smiles. “I mean, would you want a wedding? You always look stunning in any gown you wear.”

“You just want to see me in a gown?”

“No,” he laughs. “I want to see you…I mean, I want to…I’m asking if you wanted to.” Suddenly Yoongi is feeling nervous discussing the topic. He didn’t exactly plan to bring up a wedding or anything, but it’s not something he hasn’t thought about before. Being together forever the way they say to each other would obviously imply marriage at some point, but they never spoke about it directly.

“If I want to have a wedding?” She thinks. “Well I always thought about my dream wedding when I was a kid. I thought about the type of dress and the colors and having a big cake with all my friends and family there. I guess I stopped dreaming about it once I debuted.”

“Why?”

“You know why. The same reason why it was so hard for me to let people know about us. I thought it would be a definite end to my career. You know how it is for us.”

Yoongi nods feeling slight disappointment. She’s not wrong, and the more he thinks, the more he hates how right she is. Dating is already like the end of an idol’s career and he hates it. Getting married may as well be announcing retirement.

“So,” he hesitates. “Have you changed your mind since then? Would getting married still be the end of your career?”

“I don’t know,” she whispers looking down at her now empty plate. “But…maybe it would be worth it if I still get to be with you.”

“Hyeri,” he exasperates with flattery but a bit of objection. “This is your dream. You’ve told me so many times how acting is your true dream, and now you’re living it. I wouldn’t let you throw it all away just for me.”

“But if I stop getting roles because of our relationship what could I do?”

“You’ll keep fighting like you’re doing now,” he encourages. “You went against JJS and told the world the truth, then you turned around and landed this amazing role that I know you’re going to smash! Anyone would be a fool to turn you down just because you’re with me.”

“And you?” She asks. “Your career? Your fans? Everything you’ve worked for all of these years? Would you let it crumble for me?”

“It won’t crumble,” he says confidently. “The people who truly love and care about me won’t have a problem. Anyone else never truly cared for me, and why should I care what they have to say?”

Hyeri looks at him speechless. This isn’t the first time she’s seen this side of him. It’s part of the reason why she loves him so much. His confidence and ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude towards anyone who dares to have a negative opinion about him is admirable. She wished that someday she could be just as carefree. Unfortunately, she hasn’t reached that point yet and just as much as he doesn’t want her throwing her career away, she doesn’t want him to do so either. She said she wanted to let go, she wanted to finally free herself of the weight of this secret, but now she’s not so sure anymore.

After her experience with Two Piece and their unfortunate end, Hyeri had always expected her career to end in a moments notice. All she could do is try her best to make sure she wasn’t the reason for it. She works her ass off each day as if it’s her last because she knows it very well could be. The problem is her anxiety and lack of trust when it comes to the companies she works for. Her hard work and dedication wouldn’t make a difference if the people she works for are terrible. That’s where she feels Yoongi simply doesn’t understand her. He became a trainee and debuted with the same company he currently remains with after many years. The relationship he has with his company is a rare one of trust on both ends. And given his level of popularity around the world with BTS, he could do what he wants and instead of it being a problem it becomes an admirable act of justified rebellion. She’s never had that security, so when it comes to doing something like this she can’t help but worry.

“I mean it,” he reiterates. “I’ll be fine and so will you. In the end, it will all be ok. Don’t let anything stop you from living your dream.”

“Right,” she nods. She’s not entirely convinced, but he’s always so encouraging she can’t help but feel a bit more optimistic.

While Hyeri is studying her lines and thinking about the things that could go wrong for her career if she reveals their relationship to the world, Yoongi is writing lyrics while thinking about marriage. Now that it’s come up he can’t get the thought out of his mind. There’s no question that he wants to spend the rest of his life with Hyeri. He’s never loved anyone the way he loves her, he would only be hurting himself by not taking that step to make her officially his family. So why does the thought make his chest feel so tight?

It’s a tightness that doesn’t let up until the next day when he has his first session with Minho since being home. Hyeri took off to go over her script with one of her costars so that Yoongi could be home alone for his session with Minho. He told her it wasn’t necessary, but she felt he may not feel completely comfortable being candid and honest with Minho if she were there, so she took off.

Yoongi sits on the couch next to Minho going through the feelings he’s had since he’s been back home. It’s only been a couple of days and Yoongi has yet to return to working fully so he still has great optimism. The part that becomes difficult to talk about is his talk he had with Hyeri the day before. He’s stuck somewhere between being excited at the thought of making Hyeri his wife, and being absolutely terrified.

“If you were to get married,” Minho begins. “What is the worst thing that could happen?”

“We’re idols,” Yoongi shrugs. “There’s a lot of ‘worst things’ that could happen.”

“But for you personally?” Minho clarifies. “You said Hyeri mentioned giving up her career, what about you?”

“She shouldn’t have to give up her career, her dream, just because she wants to get married.”

“But you?”

“I would feel really bad if she gave it up for me.”

“But you?”

“I want her to be happy.”

“Yoongi…”

“Ok ok, shit,” Yoongi sighs. “I don’t think I would have a purpose outside of music.” His admission causes his bottom lip to quiver a bit. “If I’m not doing music then what has my life been about? I shouldn’t have to choose between being in love with Hyeri and being in love with music.”

“You feel like you have to choose?”

“No…” he hesitates. “Yeah…I mean, my success in music isn’t entirely up to me, is it?”

“You’re always so bold and daring,” Minho compliments. “You never seem to care about public opinion, and at times go out of your way to oppose societal norms, especially when it comes to idols. So what makes this different?”

Yoongi sits silently thinking of the answer. This is very different, because not only could this effect his career, but it could effect Hyeri’s, and it could effect his brothers. On top of that, the thought of doing anything other than making music is unfathomable.

“It’s more than just me,” Yoongi quietly mumbles.

“Marriage is a big decision,” Minho says. “So let’s back up a little. Before marriage, you would need to reveal your relationship first, right? If you go public with your relationship what do you feel would happen. It seems people were supportive when they thought Hyeri and Kihyun were dating, do you think it would be different with you?”

“Hyung,” Yoongi sighs. “I saw everything. I saw what people were saying about both of them during that time. Sure some people were supportive, but the others were brutal. I’ve taken all kinds of hate, but fuck it hurt me to see the shit people were saying about them. That’s the love of my life and my friend and I only drank more because they didn’t deserve that shit. Calling Kihyun a bad boyfriend because he was promoting his music while she was sick. Calling Hyeri a gold digging whore, for what? I don’t want her facing that type of bullshit from people that I’ve dealt with my entire career. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“Are you saying you would continue your relationship in secrecy in order to protect Hyeri?”

“Well yeah….I mean I guess so.”

“But that’s not what you said before. You were willing to reveal your relationship back when the photos of you two were leaked. What’s changed?”

“You’re killing me,” Yoongi exasperates throwing himself into the back of the couch. “I was thinking impulsively at the time, but now…shit…nothing…nothing has changed.” He runs his fingers through his hair while holding back the stupid tears he’s been trying to fight. “I still want to tell the world. I still want to give anyone in opposition the middle finger because fuck them and their opinion. It’s just that Hyeri is…I know she can handle herself, but I don’t know I’m still scared.”

“Scared of what exactly?”

“People being…I’m scared of her getting…I’m afraid that…fuck, I don’t know! I’m just scared. Scared for her and me and everyone around us.”

Minho raises an eyebrow then repeats his earlier question. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

There’s an answer to that but Yoongi isn’t quite sure he’s ready to give it. His body feels like it’s burning from the inside out. He drops his head into his hands and groans in anguish.

“I’m gonna fuck it up I just know it,” he mumbles.

“Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know, I just feel it. I’m going to find some way to publicly fuck it all up while the world watches. I’m going to find a way to hurt her again and I can’t do that. I can’t fuck it up but I’m so afraid that I will.” Yoongi raises his head and bites the corner of his quivering lip. “She seemed so fucking happy talking about going public, but what happens if it doesn’t work out? If I royally fuck up again? I thought I was ok, I had so much confidence but I feel haunted by my mistakes and for whatever reason it’s hitting me now. Can I do this?”

“Of course you can,” Minho encourages.

“How? How do I find that balance here? I want to protect her with my life, but I don’t want to be overbearing. I want to do everything I can to never hurt her again, but I’m fucking terrified that I will now that I’m here.”

“What exactly do you think you will do to fuck it up?”

“All it takes is one drink.”

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peonierose · 10 months ago

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Top 10 works

For @choicesfandomappreciation Top 10 I’ve wanted to list my favorite Top 10 stories. I can’t believe I can even say I have written 10 stories and more to begin with 🥰 Who knew these stories and characters would become so important to me? But I’m glad I took the plunge, sat down and wrote some stories. I hope they can make people smile and make their better at least for a little while.

Thank you to anyone in this family fandom - as I like to call it - who is kind and supportive and gave me and my characters and stories a chance 🩷

1. Wildflower - Keiki Lahela (F!MC) x Koa Haulani (M!OC)

2. Go Blonder - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

3. I‘m a Sucker for You - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

4. Cinnamon Sugar - Maxine Moore (F!OC) x Adam Sinclair (M!OC)

5. Both are good - Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Raleigh Carrera (M!MC) with @aallotarenunelma 🩷

6. ”How were we ever strangers…“ - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

7. Cake by the Ocean - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

8. Wake Up Little Susie - Chapter 1 - Gretel van Andresen (F!OC) and Hänsel van Andresen (M!OC)

9. Paint Wars - Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

10. Girls Night Out - Chapter 1 - What’s the secret password? - Characters involved: Jenny, Emma Anderson (F!MC), Addison Dalton, Sofia Russo, Sam Dalton, Robin Flores and Carter

#choicesfandomappreciation #Top 10 stories #ChoicesFanworksDay #Open Heart #Nightbound #The Nanny Affair #choices stories

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sharkyy599 · 7 months ago

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Saw you seem to be struggling a little with redesigns and as someone who redesigns their OCs way too much I have some tips/advice

1: Values and contrast, parts of your oc with lots of contrast in values will attract more attention so you should limit those contrasting areas to important parts like the face

2: limiting their colors, a design with a lot of colors can work, but limiting it down to like 3-5 can make their designs look more balanced and easy on the eyes.

3: Dramatizing parts of their hair or clothes to be big shapes, it can help with the silhouette and if you put the shape in a lot of areas it can be a design motif which makes it memorable and stuff

4: Giving them their own separate color motifs, idk how to explain this tbh, but it’s like you give one oc a bunch of hues of blue and maybe some other colors, so you give another character hues of green and no blue. (It makes them more easy to tell apart and let’s people recognize characters by color in your art.)

You can also just completely ignore these btw, I completely bs like half the stuff in my designs

Sorry for not answering 🥲

I like these tips! Especially that of dramatizing parts to have a more memorable silhouette!! I did try and attempt these with some of my OCs, for example, the cinnamon ciblings with sticks of cinnamon on their head and Daniel with his poofy ass hair, but I guess I sorta need to do that with all my characters for it to matter lol

Thanks for the tips and advice, Basil!! 🌿

#answered asks

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choicesficwriterscreations · 2 years ago

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CFWC Writer of the Month: Princess-Geek

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @princess-geek ! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?

I think it was around the summer of 2018. I wanted to improve my English, and I was looking for a fun way to do it. Looking for apps on Google Play, I tripped over advertisements of “simulation” games, including Choices. It was the least bizarre on the list. The idea of transfiguring myself into another reality was quite appealing. The first book I played was “The Freshman - Book 1”

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

After playing the first books, I was thirsty for more. I decided to search online and found the magical world of fanfication. In my quest for more content, I found Tumblr. I read for a while without an account, but then I created a profile in December 2018.

3- How did you pick your blog name?

It took days to pick. I wanted something that would represent my essence and not restrict my blog to the Choices world. I wanted it to lump together all my other interests.

After much thought, I came up with the name "princess-geek."

"Princess" because she was always very girly and fascinated by the world of princesses (Disney's fault).

"Geek" because even though it's not my only interest, since I was a teenager I really like technology and keeping up with the trends. I spent hours as a child discovering all the secrets of our home computer.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!

It was a song, “More than friends” by Jason Mraz ft Meghan Trainor . I was hooked on the song at the time, and I still love it.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I had never written fanfic until I joined the fandom. My first attempt was a very short story about Ethan x MC (Jane Silva). "Under the hot sun". It's lost somewhere on Tumblr and I can't find it. Here is the link to my story in AO3.

It was written in the summer of 2019, so I consider my shy start

6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about? In both cases, the answer is Desire & Decorum, but I would love to try other stories like TRR and BLADES.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?

Despite what I shared in question 5, I consider my first true fanfic was "Cinnamon Mouth", another Ethan Ramsey x MC (Dr. Jane Silva) story, posted on 20 September 2019.

It's a silly story, but I don't think I'd change a single comma, because it represents the beginning of something very important to me.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

It’s “Chapters III - First Impressions”. I love it because some important characters are introduced and it has a bit of everything: fun moments, some mystery and drama

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?

I didn't expect you to like "Chapter VIII -Heart in ashes" as it's emotionally heavy, addressing topics such as death and mourning.

The fic “Winter Adventures - All’s fair in love and snowballs” could use a bit more love. It was a pleasure to write with @ezekielbhandarivalleros, and the chapter is so funny! I recommend it to anyone who wants to have a winter adventure in the comfort of the fireplace.

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Fluff! Fluff!! Fluff!!! Life is complicated, that's why the world needs fluff stories that warm the heart and make us dream.

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Yes a bit. I've lived vicariously through my MC|OC Beatrice Foredale. We have some things in common, like curiosity, the dream of becoming a journalist and the will to change the world, although my ambitions are much more modest than hers.

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Dialogues. I am always afraid that they are not natural and fluid. As English is not my native language, there are subtleties that I don't understand, and I know that this affects my work.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Yes, the victim is my new chapter. I wouldn't call it negligence, but a mismatch. When I have ideas, I don't have energy; When I have energy, I have no ideas, or often both. I hope can finish it soon.

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Only if it was someone I trusted completely. I have some fear of judgment. Not even my sister, who is one of those people of absolute trust, knows about my writing adventures. If it ever happens, I probably will recommend the fic “Cuteness & Mischievousness” because no one can don’t like puppies!

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

The style of the Portuguese writer Eça de Queirós and Jane Auten are definitely my paradigms. Eça de Queirós is a master of descriptions and irony, elements that I invest a lot in my fics. Here on Tumblr, my inspiring muses are @missameliep (her main characters are so real that they become our friends, making us laugh and suffer with them), @noesapphic (Her plots are complex but hypnotic. We get lost in her worlds and we don't want to leave.) and @storyofmychoices (I marvel at the number of plots and characters she creates for her stories. Her blog is a cave of wonders!). In all three, I also deeply admire their dedication to writing and their enormous kind hearts.

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

I'd love if my "Unspoken Desires" were a TV series. I think people would love the romance and drama.

17- Do you write original fiction?

I tried several times throughout my life, but I was never successful. For now, I’m happy with fanfiction.

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

I love to read as much as I love to write. I like to take walks outdoors, do cross stitch, paint clothes and wooden pieces to offer to family and friends. And, whenever I can, get to know a new place.

19 - It’s Valentine’s Month! Tell us your feelings about the holiday (good or bad!) Do you have any Valentine’s Day fics planned?

I do not give particular importance to the holiday. Love should be celebrated and demonstrated every day. However, I can say that I have fond memories of the holiday. While we were at school, a friend always wrote to us on this day to say how much she appreciated us. I still have some of those letters. Perhaps by that date a new chapter will be released. Although it was not intended for the occasion, love is the central theme of the chapter.

21: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to!)

Despite all the ups and downs, this fandom has been a wonderful place to be. Thank you so much for all the work your blog has done and for this opportunity to talk about me and my work.

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc writer of the month #writer of the month #princess-geek #desire & decorum #playchoices fanfic

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