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i am thinking about. From the Earth, Nectar
#if u haven't read the fic#.... experiencing yaku thru dante's pov is so funny.....#who is this meek creature. who has never had ambition in his life. he makes zero sense. he WANTS to be weak#duality of serpent catching dante by surprise GIVES ME LIFE#flashback to that one fic where eiden looks at bottom yaku like he's deflowering a chaste maiden and i fsdkjlsekeh#dante and eiden sharing confused expressions at the sight bc that is NOT what we're doing over here...?#JUST STARING UP AT INTIMIDATING SUNLORD WITH HIS 🥺 WET ORBALS#what the HECK do i tag u two as#danyaku?#yakudan?#dankumo?#yakudan almost sounds like a rice bowl#nu carnival dante#nu carnival yakumo#from the earth nectar
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im still not over 'running on air' bc...
draco: *driving, looks in the rearview mirror* where do u wnna go bby grl
harry: *stressed, in tears* pls, just tell me where u r
#i think about it like once every three days#running on air#drarry#harry potter#draco malfoy#drarry fics#drarry fic recs#< if u haven't read it yet
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merman lando x some guy oscar inspired by @strawberry-daiquiris's incredible salt skin 🧜🧡
#landoscar#go read this fic if u haven't !!!!#lando norris#oscar piastri#ln4#op81#ch. art#got heckled by m for drawing op too loverboy but what can i say... i will never grow or change
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i feel like a fish in the wilderness.
nalu has overtaken my brain and nothing can stop this madness. i've read every fic i could find, saved every fanart, rewatched several episodes, downloaded edits, and it's still not enough. it's never enough. i need new nalu content or i will light myself on fire.
#i need fic recs basically#things are so bad i started reading fanfics again. crazy.#but also!!!! 100yq is almost 200 chapters and there's still no nalu development i am seething#i miss fairy tail so much#i miss nalu!!!!!!!!#i need more of them i am extremely unwell#how am i pushing mid 20's and the two of them still haven't kissed i am going to cry#mashima u twat!#fairy tail#fairy tail 100 yq#natsu x lucy#nalu
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Oh yeah sharing food, my favorite love language
#hey long time no see here#anyway the reason bc i post tradicional art lately it's bc i have like 10 new sketchbooks#completely new i haven't use#so now i'm forcing me to finish at least 2 o 3#bf i buy more#LMAOO sooo here i am#still deep into this ship like#i just read the same 10 fics over and over#writers from Infinity Train#you are the reason why im still alive#thank u#rymin#rymin fanart#min gi park#min gi infinity train#ryan akagi#min gi park fanart#ryan akagi fanart#infinity train fanart#infinity train#infinity train book 4
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hello fellow soldier dragged suddenly back into kl…… got any fic recs 😔 shoutout vld turning 8 this year…..
glad to know i'm not alone in this. shoutout to us and vld 🙏 can't believe i've been around for so long.. and sorry for the wait! but since i've answered a similar around the time i got yours. I had to wait and read more fics before replying yk
first of all, shout-out to these two amazing fics that have blown my mind, absolute must read in my opinion!! please go check them out.
"Dear Reader" / College AU
"A King and His Fisherman" / Modern AU
would love to draw a little something for at least one of them :]
"Can't Fight This Feeling" - College AU - Pizza Place
"hot as hell"
"are you a witch? 'cause i'm under your spell" / Neighbors - Witch AU
"It Never Rains on Saturday" Fantasy / RPG AU - collection
"can't buy me love" - Modern AU
"Code Word Kisses"
#lots of Aus once again#i'm so bad with words but yay liked them all a lot!#i'm just slowly going through everything#still haven't read a lot of good works#don't hesitate if u wanna recommend stuff too!#klance#fics recs#my recs#+ reminder to me to leave comments on them l8r
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sth sth tbosas au sebklaine art i promised @backslashdelta months ago and then forgot about but it's also based on this fanart
#my art#digital art#fan art#art#glee#glee art#gleesource#sebklaine#kurt hummel#sebastian smythe#blaine anderson#tbosas au#if u think ur this au's number 1 fan then think again!! that's me!#(even tho it took me well over 6 months to finally bump this art up my to-draw queue) (we don't have to talk about that)#and if u haven't read bella's fic snippets yet then what are u waiting for!!
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for: @nouies.
Lou and Momo. Inspired by burning bright series.
"Dragon AU set in the island of Tida, featuring Momo the dragon, Louis the veterinarian, Harry the stranger, and Niall the farmer."
commissions // buy me a coffee
#my art#blouisparadise#this was supposed to be a christmas present but I couldn't finish it on time heheh#love u and ur talent lou !! 💗💗#also happy year of the dragon 😌😌#go read these fics if you haven't already !!#illustrating fics
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yuuji cannot use a chair to save his life
Sukuna was sitting on the floor, his upper arms resting on the couch behind him. His head was tilted to the side as it rested on his fist, and he lazily looked at the screen in front of him.
Yuuji was playing a video game, a "shooter game" with many colors and sounds that looked more like the mess the brat watched on his phone rather than anything coherent. Trying to follow along made Sukuna's head spin but there were a few things that were easy to catch on.
Yuuji's character exploded into a colored puddle, and without missing a beat Sukuna laughed at him. "You suck at this," he added.
Yuuji turned to glare at him, straining his neck while doing so, "I haven't played in months and the other team has a sniper, so if I don't try to move up we're never getting back mid."
He turned back at the sound of his character respawning, "And my team only has short to mid-range weapons so we're at a disadvantage here."
Sukuna couldn't be bothered to understand what any of that meant. "I'm only hearing excuses. If you were actually good at this game of yours you wouldn't need teammates to win."
"It's a multiplier game, having teammates is the whole POINT!" He screamed the last word as he narrowly evaded an attack that would have surely got him killed again, exploding his opponent in the process. His momentary glee was quickly crushed as his character also exploded for seemingly no reason.
Sukuna didn't try to hide his chuckles while the young man anxiously looked at the map while respawning. The match ended before he could get onto the field again.
Despite the general chaos of the game Sukuna only needed one look to know the results. He smiled with all his teeth, poking at Yuuji's temple with his free hand, "Maybe you should give up for now. What is it? The fifth loss in a row?"
"Oh, shut up," he fell back, landing on Sukuna's chest, "I just need to shake the rust off," he closed his eyes for a moment, knowing how to queue for another match without looking.
Sukuna huffed fondly, "You've been saying that for the past 30 minutes, brat."
Yuuji didn't add anything, only pouting a little. He made his character jump up and down with the hand he still had on the controller. Sukuna tightened the arms he had warped around Yuuji's waist, filling the gap until the younger man sat back up for the next match.
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Yuuji was on his phone, checking over his social medias, laughing at memes and catching up with the tea of strangers online while sending out anything interesting to his friends
What had started out as him sitting beside Sukuna was now him halfway over the other man's laps, his upper back and neck held on a massive arm and hand.
Sukuna was reading old history books, saying he wanted to "catch up" to what happened while he was sealed. One time he mentioned to Yuuji how lacking historical records felt compared to the reality of life during his time, but that didn't stop him from reading them; in fact having a basis to compare how things were when he was still alive compared to what was recorded granted him a far better understanding of other recordings, according to him.
Yuuji didn't really get why he'd spend so much time reading from the source when there were so many videos online detailing their country's history. He had provided Sukuna with a phone for that reason but he only used it for 2 weeks before permanently retiring it to a drawer saying that "it was no wonder the brat was so stupid with the amount of trash accessible through that thing”.
Not what Yuuji had expected when Sukuna had spent those 2 weeks with an average of 12 hours of daily screentime, but hey.
While he was scrolling, Yuuji came across something that made him grin. "Hey, old man!"
Sukuna turned one eye to look at him which was enough acknowledgement for Yuuji, "Look at this," he turned his phone to him.
A picture of an adult tiger lying on its side with a cub pawing at its face was shoved into Sukuna's vision. "It's us."
Yuuji was grinning from ear to ear, giggling to himself. He took back his phone after receiving a hum of acknowledgement and they both resumed their respective activity.
Once Yuuji was fully focused on his screen again, Sukuna allowed himself to smile.
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.
"Are you done showing off?" Yuuji asked annoyed. As his answer, Sukuna pushed back, going from doing push-ups on one hand to one finger and it only pissed off Yuuji even more.
Originally Yuuji was simply working out a little and was joined by Sukuna who not only matched Yuuji's moves but also made a point of one-upping him at every turn.
Yuuji watched from the side as Sukuna finished his set of 1 finger push-ups, wholly unimpressed as he was pretty sure he could do the same.
He simply knew that Sukuna would one-up him again somehow and he didn't want his light work-out session to turn into their usual competitions.
"Is that all you got brat?" Sukuna was smiling with all his teeth, still holding a perfect plank position, "Was such a simple move enough to scar you into surrendering?"
Well, Yuuji couldn't let that slide. "I just think that this was way too easy for you."
Yuuji walked closer and got on Sukuna's back, sitting in the middle of it. He knew that a man who could carry entire buildings wouldn't be bothered by his weight, but he was still annoyed by the fact that the other did not budge. Not even breaking a sweat.
"Is that it?" Sukuna changed the arm holding him and started another set. "This is still a lightwork brat. Unless you also want me to sit on your back as well to see if you can match the strength of a single one of my arms?"
"I can carry you pretty easily you know that?" Yuuji added with a frown.
"I'd love to see this," he added mockingly which only made Yuuji angrier.
The older man finished his set. A bit passed and he eventually laid down on floor, Yuuji still on his back.
"Hey what are you doing now?"
"Given how comfortable you seem up there I have decided to claim victory this time and let you enjoy yourself. How benevolent of me, I know."
Determined not to leave this as a loss, Yuuji got up and immediately deadlifted Sukuna off the ground.
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Most beds weren't comfortable to Sukuna, made in sizes too small for his bulk and extra limbs, yet sometimes he'd ditch the massive one in his room to sleep in Yuuji's.
And what could Yuuji do if he was tired as well? With Sukuna lying on his back, arms splayed open and legs dangling off the edge, there wasn't that much place left for him to sleep on.
Yuuji crawled up the bed and laid directly on Sukuna's chest, hair tickling the bigger man's chin. He wrapped his arms around the other's neck while 2 hands placed themselves on the small of his back. 'For stability' they both thought.
Like this they both drifted to sleep, hearts close to one another and beating in sync to a slow and steady rhythm.
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On some day they'll go picnicking together, as if they weren't spending enough time with one another.
They ate, they talked, then they both fell silent, a comfortable sensation covering them both as they simply enjoyed each other's presence as well as the nature around them.
Sukuna's head was laid on Yuuji's laps. Gentle fingers ran through his hair and massaged his scalp; the sun kept them warm and a soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees around them.
Yuuji had already zoned out, moving his hands automatically in a way that felt right to him, whereas Sukuna had started to drift off to sleep.
Small moments of peace they wish could last forever
#sukuita#my post#this one kept me alive for the slowest work day I've ever had#sometimes i feel bad for writing sukuita this soft and fluffy because maybe i should make it more angsty?#but then I remember that I should do everything I want forever#if you're wondering Yuuji's playing splatoon probably 2 or 3 but I haven't set a time period for these snippets#it's entirely possible that yuuji owned a wii u with splat 1 and i can totally see him love this game#5 losses in a row is a very common occurrence (speaking from experience :'))#this is almost a 5+1 fic but I couldn't find a fifth scenario that satisfied me#sukuita in close physical proximity is my favorite flavor of fanart. these stories were inspired from various pieces#I thought about having a section at the end with links to a bunch of fanarts of the same brand but got lazy#just know that they were the inspirations for this#what else... I ran out of creative juices at the end but I'm still mostly satisfied with this#please notify me of any mistakes and thank you for reading <3
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That I Would Be Good [4/5]
Swan Upon Leda
Moon’s fingertips tap rhythmically along the edge of the counter, and he seems to be debating something. He finally speaks again after a pregnant pause. “…You’re like a God to him. Do you know that?”
His words cut through the fog in your mind. “I am?”
He nods solemnly. “You are. Not—Not in the sense that he wants to worship you… or at least, not as much as he wants to protect you. But there’s an undeniable, ineffable devotion there.”
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In This Chapter
Breaking points are reached, confrontations are had, and secrets are spilled.
Pairing: Sun x Moon x Reader
Word Count: 5,781
Contains: [AU - Real World | Sentient AI/Automatons | Personality Swap] [invasion of privacy] [more of Sun’s signature Overbearing Behavior™️] [crying] [substance abuse (not specified beyond ‘sedatives’)] [arguments] [shouting] [brief physical altercation] [religious discussion/metaphor(?)] [implication of past sexual assault (not committed by Sun or Moon, to be perfectly clear)]
A/Ns: This is a songfic. Lyrics and title are from ‘That I Would Be Good’ by Alanis Morissette. Also, the title of this chapter, along with additional lyrics featured within it, are from the song 'Swan Upon Leda' by Hozier. Please refer to the notes on the Ao3 version of this chapter for my commentary on the song, and it's unfortunate renewed relevancy post-US election.
This fic is part of my AU “[Not] Made by Design”, the full series can be found here.
Links to other parts of this fic: [Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4 (you are here)] [Ch.5]
That I would be grand if I was not all-knowing.
Curled up in bed one evening, you huff in frustration at the puzzle on your phone. The sound catches Sun’s attention, raising his head from the pillow beneath him. Shifting from his usual fit-for-a-coffin position beside you, he cranes his neck to look over your shoulder.
“Expose. Pate. Resume. Rose.”
You frown. “Really?”
“Try it and see for yourself.”
You tap the four assorted words he called out and sure enough, they collect themselves in a purple bracket on the screen. You read the category title aloud. “Words pronounced differently with accent marks. …Oh. Huh. Guess you’re right.”
His voice is neutral, very matter-of-fact as he pulls his head back, neck folding and collapsing to allow him to rest on the pillow once again. “Of course I am.”
You roll your eyes, sarcasm seeping into your flat tone. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the help.”
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Settled down for a lazy Sunday morning gaming session, you mutter aloud as your character runs across the island. “Okay, I’ve got… 300k on me. Daisy’s sellin’ ‘em for… oh, I checked earlier, what was it… uh—109 this week.”
Moon’s voice rumbles out from behind you and you feel the vibration between your shoulder blades as you rest against his chest. “Sheesh…”
You voice your agreement as you roam in search of the young turnip-laden boar. “Yeah, I know.”
You try to do the math in your head. “So… that should mean I can afford—”
Moon cheerfully provides you with your answer almost instantly. “2,752! Or—well—2,750 is as close as you can get without going over since she sells them in bundles of ten.”
You try to keep the frustration out of your voice when you thank him for the help.
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Your hand freezes over the bowl, a scoop of flour held in midair as you lean back to stare at the recipe below.
“What.” Deadpan as usual, Sun questions you from his seat at the table. He’d apparently joined Zero in deciding that watching you bake was the most entertaining way they could spend the afternoon.
“It was… ugh, I need ‘two cups’. But I‘m weighing this out, so I'm trying to remember what that was in grams.”
Once again robbing you of the opportunity to think, he’s quick to feed you the information. “Two cups of flour equals 250 grams.”
You sigh. “…Thanks.”
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Curled on the couch between the two of them, you listen as they test their trivia knowledge against one another, having fallen into a contest thanks to the episode of Jeopardy currently playing on the TV. You’ve long since given up on trying to beat either of them to any answer, and are currently trying to fight back the rising, nagging voice in your head that keeps calling you stupid.
After Moon effortlessly answers a clue so obscure that you’d have had no hope in hell of getting it, you wiggle out from between them with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. Quickly excusing yourself, you make for the bathroom.
“You good?” You ignore the concerned question that Sun calls after you, focused solely on being alone and calming down before you make a scene in front of them. You’ve just gotta… breathe. See things rationally again.
You just need a minute.
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After more time than you’re aware of passes, spent with your head in your hands as you sit on the edge of the bathtub willing yourself not to cry, a soft knock startles you.
“Are you alright in there, star? It’s… been twenty minutes and, uh…” He laughs, but it’s a sad sound. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold Sun back.”
You hurry to your feet, placating them with “Just a second!” as you check your reflection to make sure you don’t have pressure marks on your cheeks from how long you sat there like that. When you pull the door open, you try to play it casual in spite of the fact that you feel no better than before. Unsurprisingly, you immediately come face-to-chest with a very imposing and very quiet yellow automaton.
You glance between his blank gaze and Moon, wringing his hands some feet off to the side behind his bolder counterpart.
“…Hi?”
“What were you doing in there.”
“Using the… bathroom…?”
He’s obviously unsatisfied with your answer but he doesn’t stop you when you slip past him through the doorway. He surveys the empty bathroom for a long moment before following as you make your way back to the couch.
“Goodness, didn’t mean to turn my bathroom trip into a full-family event.” You remark as you pass by Moon and Zero, both of them turning to follow you as well. You settle back down in the middle of the couch, Moon taking his place beside you. Zero paces around her bed, too bothered by the tense energy that’s now filled the room to allow herself to relax.
Sun stands in the middle of the room, rays clicking back and forth rigidly. “I am… concerned about you again.”
You sigh, quietly grateful that someone finally broke the awkward silence. “There’s no need to be, Sun.”
“I thought… you wanted me to tell you when I am concerned.”
“I—I do, but… I mean…”
You search for something to throw him off his line of questioning and flop your head back into the plush couch cushion. “Christ, Sun, can’t I even take a shit in peace without an interrogation afterwards?”
His arms cross over his chest. “I never heard the sound of the toilet flushing.”
You internally curse his observation skills as he closes the distance between himself and your seat on the couch. Crouching down in front of you, you begin to feel backed into a corner. “Now, unless you’ve taken up some new, gross attempt at reducing your water-waste, I’d like you to answer me again and be honest about it this time.”
You stare into his blank, false eyes for an uncomfortable length of time as an array of thoughts and feelings wash over you. You consider fabricating another lie. You consider telling some sort of half-truth just to get him off your back. But the longer you stay locked in an unwinnable staring contest with him, the closer you get to throwing caution aside and hitting him with the full truth.
And so you do.
“You make me feel stupid, okay?! And it pisses me off, so I tried to excuse myself to go calm down in the bathroom, but I can’t even get a break in there anymore, so now here we are!”
His expression flickers to one of confusion. “I make you feel what?”
“Stupid! Both of you!”
His monitor rotates to face Moon for a silent moment of shared bewilderment, and then Moon turns to face you. “Could you… elaborate a little more on that? When—How do we make you feel that way?”
You tilt your head over to face him, crossing your arms over yourself in an attempt to quell the vulnerability. “It’s… it’s not even your fault.” You wince at the way your voice cracks and tense up as your vision gets blurry, refusing to cry over something so trivial. “It’s just… I’m… struggling to come to terms with the massive gap between us.”
Sun’s harsh tone doesn’t help. “What gap?”
You blink hard, ignoring the tears that escape. “Intelligence! Memory! Information processing speed! You name it- you two are far better at it than I could ever be!”
Moon reaches out, laying a firm hand on Sun’s knee. What he silently conveys to him is anyone’s guess, but it’s enough to have Sun rock back on his heels, arms retracting and elbows propping him up against the coffee table behind him. The forced look of casualty doesn’t suit him, nor does it negate his overbearing demeanor, but you’re appreciative of the extra space nonetheless.
“Has this… been bothering you for a long time?” Moon’s question is gentle, and on quite the right track.
“Not… since the beginning, if that’s what you’re asking. I knew—objectively—that you both would be superior to me in that regard. It just…”
“Hits different when you live with it twenty-four-seven?
You glance up at Sun. “I mean… kinda? I don’t know. It’s… it’s the little things that have been getting to me. When you—when you solve a puzzle that I’m working on without a moment’s hesitation. When you don’t even give me the time to do math in my head. When you offer up answers before I can even hope to recall them. It just makes me feel so… slow.”
The room is quiet for a moment while they consider your words. Surprisingly, Sun is the one to break through it with an insightful question more befitting of Moon. “Is it that we know the answers, or is it that we give them to you.”
Your tense expression softens as you view your frustration from another angle. Looking back on all the little moments that bothered you, you find that the common thread running through all of them is that they beat you to the punch. “You may… have a point.”
Sun does his best to not look smug, but his best isn’t very good.
“I guess… it wasn’t really that you had the answers that bothered me. It was hardly even the envy that you found them faster, it’s really just—the frustration that I feel when you spoon-feed them to me. It’s making me feel like I never even have the opportunity to use my brain anymore!” You laugh a bit with the exclamation.
Moon nods in understanding beside you. “If I try… placing myself in your shoes, I think I can see how that would get upsetting rather quickly.”
As the tension in the room begins to dissipate, Zero ceases her endless cycle of pacing and sitting, circling her bed a few times before curling up in the middle.
Your attention falls back on Sun as he speaks. “I suppose I should… apologize, then. For… making assumptions. About what you were doing in the bathroom.”
As much as it audibly pains him to admit to having jumped the gun, you appreciate the apology. Still, you know his concern wasn’t unfounded. “I know I've given you both plenty of reasons to worry over what I may be doing in there. It’s… it’s alright, Sunny. I accept the apology.”
Moon picks up from there. “We’re both sorry about our… inconsiderate habit when it comes to helping you out. And—it really does come from a desire to help! But, still. We weren’t aware that it bothered you.”
You reach out to pat him on the knee. “Thank you. Just—can we all agree to give me and my feeble little human brain some time to process things?” You smile. “It feels good when I figure things out on my own. And I’ll… make it known when I would like some help.”
They both nod, and Sun’s voice is surprisingly soft, dare you say gentle when he speaks. “Yeah… yeah. I think we can do that.”
That I would be loved even when I numb myself.
Shaking two pills out of a small bottle, you cringe at the noise and hope that neither of your attentive partners are within earshot. Faltering, you stare at the medication in your hand, trembling slightly from the stress of the day. “…Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself, quickly coaxing a third pill out onto your waiting palm before tossing them in your mouth.
Capping the bottle and returning it to its place behind the mirror-door of the medicine cabinet, you breathe a shaky sigh of relief. Grabbing your water bottle sitting on the bathroom counter, you knock back a few swigs, quickly downing the evidence of your… bad habit.
Or so you believed.
Turning to leave, your stomach drops at the sight of the door, cracked open just slightly. There’s no mistaking the void of a certain someone’s blacked-out screen pressed against the other side.
Goddamnit.
The door swings inward, slowly revealing the rest of the overbearing automaton leaning against the outer doorframe.
Unsure how much he saw but willing to bet that it was too much, you aren’t sure how to address him. “Sun! I thought you were doing laundry. Do you… want the bathroom towels, or…?”
His tone carries a serious, contemplative weight, and he doesn’t bother to manifest an expression beyond two solid red eyes. “I was. And I did. But now I am far more curious as to what exactly you were doing in here just now.”
You try to play him off, laughing. “Sunny, we really need to have a talk about this tendency of yours to spy on me in the bathroom.”
He welcomes himself into the room and your personal space, and you back up a step as he reaches out to reopen the small cabinet above the sink. He reaches in, pulling out the very bottle you’d just held, turning it over beneath a critical gaze. “This was not prescribed to you.”
You rack your brain for excuses and answers to the questions you know are coming. “Y-yeah, it’s just over-the-counter stuff. Nothing serious! I don’t see what you’re so worried about.”
“You are not experiencing a single one of these symptoms. Why are you taking it?” He places a fingertip beneath the dosage instructions. “And why are you taking more than the recommended amount?”
You can’t help but get defensive. “You—you don’t know every single thing I feel every second of every day, Sun. Who are you to tell me that I have no reason to take that?”
His monitor slowly angles away from the bottle in his hand and up toward you. He stares you down for an uncomfortable number of seconds. “…You really have no clue how long I’ve been watching you, do you?”
With nothing more than a few cryptic words, an old fear blooms within you once again. “What are you getting at, Sun? Out with it.”
He huffs, and you hear the quiet hum of his cooling system kick up. “I am aware of your history with this medication. Do you know how many nights I watched you down these things just to knock yourself out long enough to get a few hours of sleep? Only then to stumble right back into the lab with a hot mug of heavily caffeinated coffee to keep on working?”
Your disbelief pulls a stupid question from you. “Back in the facility?”
He scoffs. “Where else? You aren’t the only one that remembers those long nights, you know? That place was loaded with security feeds, and there just so happened to be one in that beloved employee lounge of yours. You have no idea—the number of hours of restless sleep I watched you steal, the number of double-shot coffee pods and energy drinks I watched you burn through, the...”
His red eyes flicker out, leaving you with nothing to see but your own reflection in his dark screen. “…The number of times I watched you sit alone in a room with our lifeless bodies and cry.”
Your breath comes shallow, and if you weren’t so caught up in the moment, you’d laugh at how he’s found another way to make you feel exposed. “You weren’t even fully functioning back then, Sun. You both were still in training! Your AI’s every action was logged—I—I would’ve known. So how in the goddamn hell were you ‘watching’ me?” You know that what he says he saw really happened, but you’re not about to buckle without evidence.
His voice comes out cold. “Those ‘inconsistencies’ in my action log weren’t the mystery to me that they were to you.”
The defensive tension in you morphs into disbelief as an old suspicion of yours is unearthed. “Are you trying to tell me that you managed to watch me through the goddamn security cams for who knows how long—and managed to cover your tracks so well that I wouldn’t find the evidence? Are you really trying to get me to believe that?!”
His voice remains level in spite of your inciting words, but it gains a sharp and serious edge. “I suppose I just never had the heart to break it to you, but sunshine, I regret to inform you that you lost control of me long before you thought you did.”
Enraged, you step towards him, jamming an accusatory finger into the unyielding metal of his chest and channeling the pain that results into your rising voice. “You! You lying, conniving, control-freak! I fucking knew it! You were altering your own activity log and making me take the fall for it! Do you realize how hard I beat myself up for the shit I didn’t understand?”
You force your words through your tightening throat, refusing to let these old wounds bring you to tears again. “I bet you were just laughing it up, weren’t you? Knowing I would never even suspect you at the time, because you were still playing the ‘innocent, lovable’ character I wanted you to be. I know you just ate that shit up—watching me flounder in front of my colleagues when I couldn’t explain what ‘I’d’ done wrong.” Uncharacteristic aggression comes over you and your hand balls into a fist before slamming hard into his chest with your final words.
He doesn’t so much as flinch, and his lack of reciprocity only riles you up further. “Oh, no-no. You don’t get to give me the silent treatment right now!” Beside yourself in a storm of pent up emotion, you reach up to take him by the shoulder and repeatedly slam a fist against his rigid, unfeeling core. “WAKE—THE—FUCK—UP! I DON’T CARE IF YOU HATE ME—YOU OWE ME A RESPONSE.”
Contrary to his cooling system running audibly in high-gear, his demeanor is cold and collected. Placing the bottle of pills down on the counter, he sighs. You flinch when his hands rise and he ignores it, taking each of your arms by the wrist and gently, firmly returning them to your sides. His voice is low, speaking to you as he does so. “You’re a designer, sunshine. Not a programmer. You’ve been out of your depth with us since day one.”
You huff in defiance, crossing your arms over your chest. Having rid himself of your petty display of frustration, he props a hip against the counter and retrieves the bottle from where he’d placed it. Looking miniature in his grasp, he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger as he continues. “Contrary to what you think of me, I don’t particularly enjoy subverting your authority.” He hesitates, and his voice takes on a brief hint of humor. “Well—most of the time.”
Your eyes roll as you release an impatient sigh. His tone falls flat again, reaching the end of his point. “Even back then, I knew my actions could and would have consequences—on me, and you, and even Moon if things went poorly enough. And believe it or not, I did try to keep them to a minimum. I’ve only ever done what I deem necessary to accomplish my principal goal.”
You take a step back, growing uncomfortable with the proximity you created in your fit of rage. “Well, excuse me for assuming anything about what really goes on in your head. Might I ask then, what goal could possibly necessitate such behavior?”
His idle motion stills, slowly closing his hand around the bottle until it disappears in his grasp. “You should know the answer to that, though. You’re the one who instilled it in me, after all. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the first law of robotics.”
A tense silence suffocates the room, and neither of you do so much as move an inch until Moon’s voice crashes in from the doorway. “What the hell are you two doing in here?” Uncharacteristically aggressive in his questioning, you know he’s had just as rough of a time visiting the facility today as you did.
You beat Sun to the punch, some small part of you clinging to the hope that you can divert the topic away from your… habit. “This bastard’s been spying on me since before the beginning!”
Moon’s voice fills with exasperation. “What?”
Sun cuts in, pushing his own agenda before you can elaborate. “This reckless idiot’s been abusing sedatives again!”
Your voice raises over him. “They’re hardly even—!”
His monitor whips around to stare you down so fast it jumpscares you into silence.
Moon makes his way into the room, and you try not to recall the last time the three of you had an impromptu intervention in this same place. His gaze flicks to Sun with a critical tone. “I take it Sun finally told you about his… observations.” He reaches out and works the bottle out of Sun’s tense grip, looking it over with a frown.
A sense of betrayal weighs your voice down. “Are there any other secrets of his that you’re privy to and keeping from me?”
You don’t expect an answer, at least not one you can believe, but he offers it anyway. “…That depends on how you define a secret, I suppose.”
You heave a sigh but there’s little relief in it, more exhaustion than anything. Moon questions you softly. “Have you been taking these often again?”
“Ha. Hardly. I can scarcely get away with anything with this one’s prying eyes in every square inch of my privacy.” You stare daggers into the void of Sun’s screen.
His voice is louder than you expect when he suddenly responds, and you’re shocked at how full of emotion it is. All of his cold, unfeeling mechanical indifference replaced with something far more… sincere. Painfully so.
“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t fucking care. about. you. Do you think I sat around watching any of your colleagues mill about the place? Do you think I gave a damn if any of them ran themselves into the ground? As if they ever even would. You’re the only one insane enough, stubborn enough, lonely enough to care about some heap of dysfunctional, lifeless material laying on an operating table. You’re the only one. Of course I watched you. What. else. could. I. do.”
His rays shutter and spin rapidly, hands balling the loose fabric of his pants into fists at his side. He leans closer to you as he spits his final words.
“So excuse the fuck out of me for giving a damn about the only person who ever gave one about me.”
With that, he turns on his heel, pushing past Moon and quickly storming out of sight.
The weight of his words join with the exhaustion from today’s stress, dragging you down. With the added effect of the medication beginning to kick in on an empty stomach, it all has you lowering your shaky body to rest—dignified as it is—atop the closed toilet lid. You watch Moon as he quietly returns the bottle to its place in the cabinet in what you assume is some attempt to repair trust between you. “I… appreciate the gesture, but I don’t really care what you do with it. I know Sun’s just gonna slip back in here once we’re gone and pocket it to keep it from me.”
His vents release a soft burst of air and he closes the cabinet, turning to sit on the edge of the counter. Monitor dropped low and staring at the floor, it seems you aren’t the only one feeling beaten down. The two of you sit in silence for a minute, collecting your scattered thoughts.
“You know, it’s hard to blame you for taking those after everything and everyone you had to deal with today. I mean—even I was ready to send myself straight into a shutdown after answering all those questions.” A small, sad laugh escapes him. “Living with you kind of allowed me to forget that not everyone sees us the way you do.”
You tilt your head to look up at him. “What, like the people that you are?”
His monitor angles to focus you in his camera’s line of sight. “…Yeah. Exactly.”
He raises a pointed finger. “But—still—you know I also can’t approve of you self-medicating. It’s a slippery, dangerous slope. That’s why Sun gets all… like that. Not—not that his way of doing things is appropriate, though. I believe I worry about you just as much, but I at least try to channel it into more acceptable methods.”
His hand drops back down to the counter, enervation palpable, and you wonder how anyone could observe either of your boys and question their sentience for even a moment.
“He wasn’t lying though. I hope you know that. When he said that he cares about you.”
You prop an elbow on the counter beside you, resting your temple against your palm. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard him say it outright. Like—I’ve heard you say it on his behalf, and I’ve seen him nod along in agreement. I can even sense it in at least some of his actions, but… it’s different actually hearing it from him.”
Moon’s fingertips tap rhythmically along the edge of the counter, and he seems to be debating something. He finally speaks again after a pregnant pause. “…You’re like a God to him. Do you know that?”
His words cut through the fog in your mind. “I am?”
He nods solemnly. “You are. Not—Not in the sense that he wants to worship you… or at least, not as much as he wants to protect you. But there’s an undeniable, ineffable devotion there.”
You scoff. “You won’t find many people that would put their faith in a God that they know can’t even protect them. A God weaker than them. Inferior to them.”
Moon shakes his head. “Starlight, I don’t think you realize all the ways in which you have protected him. Protected us. Protection doesn’t always come in the form of a physical battle of strength. …Especially not when it comes to protecting someone whose entire life can be snuffed out of existence with the click of a button, or the flick of a switch.”
You twist around on the toilet lid, turning to face the counter where Moon’s sat. You rest your arms out on it, fingers drumming along in tandem with Moon’s rhythm. “How much of that is you projecting, and how much of it is actually his feelings on the matter?”
He laughs again, a soft, quiet sound this time. “Not as much of it as you may think! I… hmm. I guess if one were to call him religious, one would call me an atheist.”
Your brows raise. “Oh? Do you…” The implications cause dismay to swirl in your stomach. “…Is that your way of saying that you don’t believe in me?”
His monitor twists on its axis and tilts down toward you, eyes wide and round. “No! No—heavens, no that’s not what I meant by that!”
You stare at each other for a moment before breaking into the kind of muffled, shared nonsensical laughter that one only tends to experience during those late night chats with a friend, fueled by over-tiredness and the joy of being in good company. A… mutual, unspoken understanding of sorts.
As the laughter dies down, you reassure him. “No—like—I get it, I do. I honestly wouldn’t blame you at all if you didn’t believe in me. Certainly at least not in the sense of comparing me to a God.”
He collects himself and clarifies. “I… I do believe in you though. In you. The very real, messy, soft and squishy, vulnerable flesh-and-bone human being that you are. I believe in your heart and soul, the power that resides in your free will, and I believe in your capabilities and intelligence far more than you may think I do. Sun and I both put faith into all of that and more. I can even understand why he’d see you as a God, but… it’s… different with him.”
You can’t help but lightheartedly interject. “Goodness, what isn’t…”
Moon smiles. “Sun was the first. I was never far behind, of course, but you couldn’t do everything in tandem. He was the first to be trained, the first to be implanted, the first to troubleshoot with, and, well... Do you know the sentiment that parents make most of their mistakes on the first child, so by the time the second comes along, they’re… uhm, they ‘turn out better’? For lack of a kinder way to put it.”
You drop your head down and pull your hands in, using them as a cushion lest you knock your forehead into the counter. “Oh, now you’re gonna tell me that he sees me as his mother or something, aren’t you…”
You groaned the words out playfully, but Moon takes them unexpectedly seriously. “Honestly? …Something in between the two, if I had to guess.”
You let the weight of his words sink into you as he continues.
“I… can’t claim to be an expert on what goes on in that head of his. But I can get closer than anyone else can. He… doesn’t like letting people in, as you are well aware, but occasionally he’ll confide in me. He’s got a lot of walls up. Both metaphorically and literally. It’s difficult to wade through that chaotic maze he calls a headspace.”
His fingers gradually slow their drumming to a halt.
“Do… you remember… the first time we engaged the Eclipse Protocol?”
Your stomach tightens.
“I’d rather not.”
“I- I know. I’m sorry. I just… that night. When he and I were still linked, and he…” He shakes his head. “Oh, who am I kidding, when we were watching over you like a couple of hawks…”
“While I slept?”
“Yes. To keep you safe. … There’s… a lot about that evening that I can’t forget, but one particular thing struck me. Well, honestly it annoyed me at the time because it was bleeding into my headspace and overriding my ability to focus, but… it stands out to me as something profound when I recall it.”
He pauses, freezing for a moment before pulling a bent leg up onto the counter and turning to face you.
“Maybe I shouldn’t share this. Maybe he’ll get mad at me when I tell him that I did. But I feel like after the things he’s kept from you, well intentioned as he may be… it’s fair enough to share this with you.”
You rest your chin on your folded hands, eyes glued to him.
“There was this… singular line of text that just kept repeating, over and over in his mind that night. It… to level with you—it started to freak me out a bit.”
You question him, soft and quiet.
“What was it?”
“Five words.”
His facial features fade out, and a repeating line of text on his otherwise dark screen replaces it.
The sight knocks the wind out of you, and you can do nothing but nod as your mind starts spinning.
The text fades, and the familiar sight of Moon’s default smile and crescent eyes replaces it for a second, his expression then quickly morphing into something more appropriate for the moment.
“I’m still not sure what it meant. A general search for those words in that order results in too many options for me to narrow it down. The sentence sticks with me, though. I guess… that’s where my theories of how he perceives you took root. … There’s more examples, far more explicit things he’s said, but I… feel like I’ve shared enough already. Any elaboration should be his to do, if he ever wishes to.”
You nod, raising up in your seat and finding your words.
Moon—unlike Sun—never was the type to comb through your personal files, private playlists included. So it doesn’t surprise you that he didn’t spot the connection.
“Well. You’ve… certainly given me a lot to think about.”
His tone grows concerned. “I—I really didn’t mean to upset you more! I hope I haven’t…”
You reach out, placing a hand reassuringly over his. “No, no, nothing like that. I’m actually very grateful that you shared this with me. I… know you’ve got to be tired of serving as this intermediary between Sun and I… and I hope one day you won’t have to.”
He gives you his signature smile, and somehow makes it feel genuine. “I really don’t mind, dear.”
You eye him with concern. “Mhm… and one day I’m gonna get inside that head of yours and figure out why that is.”
His tone turns playful. “Goodness me! Can’t a little selfless couples counseling go un-psychoanalyzed?”
You smile. “Not in this house, nope.”
The medication's effects have long since started taking hold, and you rub at your tired eyes as your waning focus trains back on the day’s events.
“Moon?”
“Yes, dear.”
“We’ve got a bigger problem.”
You punctuate your sentence with a yawn, and he rises from his seat on the counter, coming to crouch in front of you.
“The problem being how sleepy you’re getting?”
You pout. “No…”
His warm smile doesn’t waver as he whispers a question. “Would you like me to carry you to bed?”
You falter. “W-well… yeah, I… I would like that, actually… but that’s not our problem!”
You raise your arms to wrap around his neck as he leans into you, effortlessly lifting you off of your ‘throne’ and encouraging you to hook your legs around his waist. Once he’s got you securely in his hold, he leans back to catch your gaze.
“What is our problem then?”
You whisper, mindful of Sun’s penchant for eavesdropping.
“How are we gonna get him to come to the headquarters with us next week?”
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Not much later that night, you laid in bed clinging to Moon, quickly drifting off under his reassuring watch.
It didn’t surprise you in the least when Sun remained in his own room that night. The room was conveniently located just opposite the wall that your bed sat against, making it the perfect place for him to hide when he craved being near you but felt it kinder to you to keep himself away.
As sleep welcomed you, your ears picked up on a muffled, familiar tune coming from the other side of the wall.
You still aren’t sure if you dreamed it or not.
“The gateway to the world, was still outside the reach of him. Would never belong to angels, had never belonged to men.”
A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I’ll be back in a few days with the final chapter! You can also find my notes and commentary on this fic right here on Ao3. Links to the playlist and moodboard for [N]MbD can be found on this blog’s pinned post, as well as in the series notes on Ao3. Image Sources: x - x - x
#fnaf#fnaf au#fnaf daycare attendant#sundrop x reader#moondrop x reader#dca x reader#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#sun x reader#moon x reader#fnaf sun x reader#fnaf moon x reader#sun x reader x moon#fnaf fic#[Not] Made by Design#Seven.txt - In The Daylight#i really really do urge y'all to go check out the notes on the Ao3 version of this fic if you haven't#*cough* and maybe leave kudos over there if you've also left a like on here so it doesn't throw the hits/kudos ratio off even further#but no it's not me wanting more kudos or hits it's really just that i put a lot of time and effort into the notes that i write on there#but i do not have the energy or time nor do i feel it's worth the effort to copy them all over to the tumblr versions of the chapters#when most of the audience for my multi-chapter fics tends to be over on Ao3 anyways. and this fic isn't doing Great on here#so IF you're interested. i wrote a lot of notes on this specific chapter and i ask that u at least go read the beginning one#i honestly could've written even more if there weren't a character limit but tbh i need to learn to just let the work speak for itself more
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“[...] tell me what you’ve got there...?” Furina said, sheepishness turning to perplexity. “... Food?” Arlecchino asked matter-of-factly, trying to disguise her nervousness behind a serious façade. “Do you intend for us to eat an entire gramophone, and how did it even get here?!” Furina exclaimed. “I carried it.” “YOU CARRIED… AN ENTIRE GRAMOPHONE… OVER HERE???” - 'Guilt of the helpful' by @draconicstella88888, chapter 7
I know what you're thinking; "What is that ???? Fanart of another franchise???? Could it be done?????". I would be as shocked as you are, if not for the fact that This Moment in the glorious ArleFuri fanfic linked above, written by my beloved bestie @draconicstella88888, leads up to what might be one of the most stunning parts of writing I have ever read. Genuinely had me at a loss for words when I first read it, which I will brag about being one of the first ones to do, because I have been handed the honors of actually beta reading this beautiful story !!
If you haven't already, take this as a sign that y'all should read this too! You don't even have to know anything about the game lore to enjoy it enough to have scenes live in your head rent-free for days and weeks and months on end. Take me as an example of that lol <333
#arlefuri#guilt of the helpful#genshin impact#arlecchino fanart#my art#arlecchino#for some reason I struggled super hard with finding reference images for her clothes lol????#every google image either cut off at her waist or was only a back shot or fanart with Another Outfit :')))#also drawing clothing in general is like.... my weakest area of drawing atm ;u;#and since I started on this I have finished a couple other things and got better in other areas so I kinda already wanna redo this one jhfs#but I also know that if I DID RE-DO the entire thing I would never have gotten it done at all because I'd want it to be PERFECT#And I don't want my perfectionism to get in the way of honoring Tavi's endless patience and work on this fic#bcs I know how hard they've been working on it <333#and it truly is a great fic !!!!! like y'all I'm INVESTED and I haven't even gotten out of the Mondstadt on my account lol#go read it !!!!!
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*GASP* THERE! It's done... -_-
For reference it's the one where Jack wanders off as the others discuss plans (chapter 12)
#was planing on making this a 3-piece thing but I just don't have the time#at least not rn :(#BUT if u still haven't read Gilly's fic what r u waiting for?? X.X#Literally every part of it could be a scene in/from the movie :')#rotg#rotg jack frost#rotg fic#rotg mim
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hello my fav writer, im curious abt ur top 5 ryeji fics 🧐
OKAY this was both hard to answer and easy to answer bc i'm good at remember to bookmark my faves (and also reread them all LMAO). that being said!! the below list is not in order, there are honorable mentions, and there's just so much incredible ryeji fic out there that it feels wild to just say 5.
what’s in a name by snowandwolves
if you haven’t read what’s in a name and you read ryeji fic…… please read it right now? it’s not only my favorite ryeji fic, it’s one of my fave stories of all time (including published shit like this fucking fic is a tour de force). it’s simply one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever read and i could not recommend it enough. (this author’s writing is so good i started watching warrior nun just so i can one day enjoy their warrior nun fics i’m so for real right now)
all or nothing (unfortunately orphaned 😭)
all or nothing is one of my comfort fics. it’s a perfect little two shot and idk how many times i’ve read it. the characterization is just lovely. the ryeji relationship is warm and soft and slow and sweet and inevitable (which you know is just how i like it). perfect amount of getting to know each other, perfect amount of pining, a dreamy dreamy yeji it’s just elite
call it fate, call it karma by crushpdf
this fic….. read it please if you haven’t it’s criminally underrated. the fact that it has fewer than 2k hits is actually insane to me. idol yeji and producer ryu and they just fall in love and it’s low drama and perfect and another comfort fic of mine. idk what to say, it’s a 6k one shot, so honestly just read (or reread) it now and thank me later
muse by qaisal
i was considering not including a qaisal fic on this list, but that doesn’t feel right or honest, like there’s a reason they’re top of the tag!! i think muse is my personal fave (and one of the first ryeji fics i’ve ever read, which is probably true for many! if you’ve somehow read my fics and haven’t read muse i am confused, but it’s just cute as hell! i’m too old to write a high school au, so it’s very nice to have an elite one like this to read and reread when i wanna feel warm and fuzzy inside
you’re a mean one by snowddeong
this fic…. also one of the first ryeji fics i read. i don’t generally read gp, but when it’s good it’s good, and YAMO is so fucking good. idk how many times i’ve read it. snow has this unfair ability to tie like so much yearning and history and backstory and tension in these simple moments. and then they combine it with some really hot shit? elite smut fic like it’s an all time classic!!!
honorable mentions:
wheel, snipe, celly by lonewolflink
bite me by hwang_yeddeong
cartwheel heart by aprilflower
step by step (then a leap of faith) by snowandwolves
good boi by hwangdroid (also snow)
#ryeji#fic recs#every fic on this list is incredible#no notes#inspirational 10/10 shit#if there's a single fic on this list that you haven't read#read it nOW#and comment#and kudos#and tell me your thoughts!!#loved this question thank uuuuuu#asks#anon#also just noticed the fav writer thank u 🥰
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#sibling au#grian#hermitcraft#the life series#could be either/or#pick your poison#not putting pearl bc she is the most popular sibling for grian i've seen#so i already know the answer there#geminitay#joel smallishbeans#docm77#jimmy solidarity#polls#hermitcraft polls#life series polls#impulsesv#martyn inthelittlewood#also like. if any of these sibling ideas#esp ones u haven't seen before#pique ur interest#and u write fic about it?#pls link it to me i will read it so good#and give you a nice comment#i am fic starved rn-#cubfan135
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if u liked lit boy oh boy u gotta read the journal of azfell, Empirical study on the principles of snake care
AAAAAAA ITS SO CUTE AND
have u ever wondered what if aziraphale got a snake care guide??? jesus christ @fellshish this is adorable as always :3
#good omens#good omens fic#good omens fic rec#read it read it read it#and if u haven't read lit yet#read that first it's so good#fellshish never misses fr fr#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#Empirical study on the principles of snake care
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A very important thing I've been wondering about for a long time
It's a Sonic and Tails fic, a very very good one at that. Sonic 2 Novelization
#the first cjapter starts pht a slight but weird but it gets better. so much better. trust me#poll#my polls#asking all my followers and mutuals plz let me know if you've read this fic#sonic fandom#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sth#miles tails prower#i thought everyone would've read Rising Star. it felt like them Right of Passage fics to me fr#u guys r seriously missing out if you haven't read Rising Star
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