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thesupreme316 · 10 months ago

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How aew men react to yn being girl version of them

nick wayne x female reader, darius martin x female reader, hook x female reader, action andretti x female reader, dante martin x female reader, Eddie kingston x female reader, ricky starks x female reader

AEW STARS REACT TO: You being them in a different font

Pairings: Nick Wayne x female reader, Darius Martin x female reader, Hook x female reader, Action Andretti x female reader, Dante Martin x female reader, Eddie Kingston x female reader, Ricky Starks x female reader

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Supreme Speaks: hey yall happy new year! hope everyone is doing well! here is my hc for today, plz enjoy! and remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning: none i think

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Ricky Starks

Omg does he have a field day with you

But y’all aren’t exactly friends but frenemies

Like on some mean girls type shit

Cause you are the exact same; slick, fabulous, luxurious, and funny

Sometimes you be stumping him with your comebacks

Ricky: At this point, I’ll join the circus

You: You don't have enough talent to join the circus…but then again you are a clown

Cue yall weakly slapping each other

Loves to bicker with you

Hates when other people are bickering with you; will jump to your defense

Eventually, you become the Gunther and Tinka (from shake it up) of AEW

You two frequently share Pinterest boards and give fashion advice to each other

At this point, you two are either color-coordinating or complete opposites in outfits

Will text you and see you as the only person who understands him (in front of Taz, Hook, Big Bill)

Yall go on friendly dates and love to gossip

Ricky: And they were roommates

You: Not the roommates

Ricky: Right?!

Nick Wayne

You’re a sibling to him

Personality wise: you are both shy golden retrievers

THAT IS THE BEST WAY I CAN DESCRIBE NICK

I think yall got along because no one else was around your age that thought the way yall do

Nick was shy about meeting others until he got introduced to you

Now you talk all the time

Loves exploring new parts of arenas or working Christian’s nerves

I can just see him being annoyed at the point that there are two Nicks

I also see Nick’s energy being on low until you come around

THEN HE’S BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS

Hates when people pick on you, and he goes to your rescue

…

Now both of you are pouting in a corner cause yall got your feelings hurt (think of Tamaki from ouran high school host club)

I also think that you would be his personal journal (he’ll tell you everything)

He feels comfortable telling you stuff because he knows you’re gonna keep it

Or you’ll just forget about it and you have to pretend you know what he’s talking about

Darius Martin

YALL ARE SO CUTE

He calls you his reflection

Cause he said looking at you is like looking at a mirror

Yall are the most unproblematic duo ever

Have yall seen fights where people in the background are in their own little world?

Yeah…that’s yall

You two are so unbothered by the drama around you

I feel like he would see you like as a sibling so everything he tells Dante, he tells you

You are on speed dial; he calls you now more than he calls his brother

Secretly Dante’s jealous of the relationship between you and Darius

Asks you to do the simplest of tasks like braid his hair or record his training sessions

I also feel like so many people would think yall are dating the way he treats you

He always holds the door, pulls out your chair, keeps on the inside of the sidewalk, will hold your hand if you want as you two walk

To him, it’s not romantic (it is to me damnit), it’s just him being a gentleman and doing the bare minimum (AS A MAN SHOULD)

Because of him, you raise your standards for men

But it doesn’t feel right without him next to you

Hook

Mans secretly in love with you

I think he would think your personality is refreshing cause he doesn’t see it often in women

At first he thought it was a gimmick or you’re trying to get him to like you

But nope, this is you 100%

Many people think it would be boring between you two

Nope…just comfortable silence

Tbh yall are the real unbothered duo; truly not giving a fuck about anything around yall

Can tell your thoughts just by looking at you

Over time, I think he sees you as a bestie OR SO HE THINKS

Allows you to handle your own business cause he knows you can handle yourself

Is always surprised by how well you know him

He’s just not used to anyone really remembering small details about him

He made sure that you were a part of the Lads now

The group welcomed you with open arms

I think he forgets that you’re in the room sometimes with how silent you are

OOO idea: he teaches you Italian so you two can talk in private in public

He also buys you the same hoodies and sweatpants that he wears…cause yall already take each other’s anyways

Action Andretti

Yall are the Himbo/Bimbo combo (non-derogatory)

…

You share the same braincell

Respectfully of course

Like yall look so cute and cool okay? You guys are sweethearts

BUT JESUS SOMETIMES-

You two are truly in your own world

(respectfully again, don’t take it seriously billy)

Yall are not unbothered but just oblivious to the drama around you two

He pulls out the best jokes for you just to hear you laugh

Yall just get hyper together a lot

I wanna say you two together are very innocent and happy-go-lucky

But it is very balanced between the two of you

Everyone who sees you, can’t help but think that you two are adorable

Listen I think in terms of feelings developing, Andretti is too caught up in trying to make sure that you two are having a great friendship to see if anything can develop

If anything, he’s just happy to have you by his side and he doesn’t want anything to ruin it

Dante Martin

Yall have bff necklaces

Or bracelets

whatever you prefer

Very playful relationship yall have indeed

Dante will tell you everything but not his brother

Dante has see you every day, if not, it’s an off day for him

You two will say the same things at the same time like twins or some shit

I think it’s very surface-level thinking with your friendship

He really does appreciate you and he doesn’t really see you as anything more

If anything, he sees you as a little sister that he is molding to be more like him

Drags you everywhere

Super protective over you

Hates to exclude you

Like with Hook, He made you a part of the Lads

I feel like Dante takes you very seriously in terms of yall’s friendship

There’s never a dull moment with him

Eddie Kingston (one day I really want to do a character/in-depth analysis on him)

Compared to the other men on this list

Eddie would think about you subconsciously and really does see you as another version of himself

And it bothers him to a certain extent

because your attitude, actions, and even the way you talk is just like him

Right down to the stubbornness

Will try to tell you certain things to calm you down or anything but really it’s what he wants to hear himself

I also think he finally gets what everyone sees in him cause he can see it in you (underdog vibes)

He can’t tell if he loves you as a BFF or more

Cause he never really met a woman who has the same strong yet realistic mindset as him

And it makes him feel butterflies

But he really loves your hustle and how quick-witted you are

He also loves how true you are to yourself and how you won’t change for people

Knowing Eddie he rather keep your friendship than lose you entirely

Even though he’s very close to Ortiz, Santana, Mox, and Ruby

You are #1 to him

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mysticcroissant · 1 month ago

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Facts abt my ocs cause I have yet to draw anything new yet :']

Eztli:

•was born in the 1600's

•is set off with the smell or sight of blood and will go feral for half an hour

•can be hurt but can't die

•has Disney Princess level vocals cause he had a lot of freetime to practice

• Forever 21 (over 350 years old)

•voice claim: British Sunset Shimmer (Mlp EG) (a bit deeper tho idk)

Ricky:

•Studies his world's history as a hobby

•Dropped out after 2 years of college

• Two sisters (Twin: Gigi, little sister: Nickie)

•he and Gigi are singers and musicians

•22 years old

Voice claim: Hajime (Ghost stories dub)

Kris:

•was in a fight club

•experimented on while in fight club (soon blew it up after an experiment went wrong, turning her into a snake monster thing, kinda like a naga with legs???)

•can shape-shift into any animal that exists

•20 years old

•has a little sister named Ari

•is venomous

Voice claim: Reagan Riddly (Inside Job)

Kara:

•Kris from a different timeline

•clinically and mentally insane after being thrown into toxic chemicals (kinda like Harley Quinn, but a bunch of thugs did it to her)

•Lost an eye and reached her breaking point in the hospital

• Burnt her house down and destroyed her dimension (with the help of her later boyfriend Spike by @achickennamedcheese)

•is poisonous (Spike kisses her in any way and he starts seeing rainbows)

•20 years old

Voice claim: Reagan Riddly (Inside Job) and Lord Dominator (Wander over Yander)

#oc stuff #oc info #my ocs #shitpost

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yyunari · 1 year ago

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🩰 the way things go ! — Park Sunghoon

SYNOPSIS. Being apart of Sono Ballet’s company dancers, it was only given that Y/N L/N would hate her university’s figure skating club (even if she didn’t know why). After all, the schools have had a rivalry since the beginning. However once Y/N sees the new guy on the team, Park Sunghoon, she wonders if that is what love felt like. As a result she finds herself begging to be learn figure skating from Sunghoon just to be able to spend time with him. The only problem? The rivalry between the two teams complicated matters. But that’s just the way things go.

`﹒૮₍・˕・₎ა﹒💤`

`❕` send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist ! (no permanent taglist tags on this one so it’s a new taglist !!)

`❔` playlist

` ` PAIRING. Figure skater! Park Sunghoon x Ballet Dancer! Y/N

` ` ᕱ`🤍`ᕱ WARNINGS. cursing, fighting(?) not rly tbh LOL, maybe some kms kys jokes

` ` 𓈀 `✉` ... FEATURING. ENHYPEN, YEOJIN, KAZUHA, JISUNG, HUENINGKAI, WINTER, RICKY, GAEUL, CICI ( @muhwaa ) and KAYLA ( @haknom )

` ` ↷`☁️` inspired by ‘lord of the rink’ from sofia the first

＃🩰﹕ꕤ﹔SONO ; HYBE U FS

01﹒michaelceralover

02﹒hubba hubba

03﹒ once upon a dream

04﹒bimbo baddies rule the world

05﹒ how dare u walk next to me !

06﹒ …

more to be added ! chapter titles subject to be changed

TAGLIST. @muhwaa @imhuh @yizhoutv

#🩰 ─── ( the way things go ! )#enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smau #sunghoon x y/n #park sunghoon #sunghoon x you #park sunghoon x you #sunghoon oneshots #sunghoon #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction

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icepoptroll · 2 months ago

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[eyes snap open like that of a re-animated bog mummy] in an everybody lives/survives scenario, what do you see each of the choir kids doing in their future? personally i think ocean would fall off her politician schtick and become a personal injury attorney, or something like that where she can use her powers (arguing and getting the last word) for good

OMGGGGG

Ok so what you envision for Ocean totally tracks and I'm adopting that as my personal headcanon cause you are 10000% right

Noel would eventually get out of Taco Bell and go to work in a drag club where he debuts Monique publicly for the first time and then takes her out on the road, sees the world

I think Misha totally has the energy, drive and ambition to become a big shot music producer and would make a beautiful life for himself and for Talya and even living back in Ukraine he'd still keep in contact with everyone back in Canada and hold a special place in his heart for all of them, especially Noel and Ricky

Ricky would share his message with the world by publishing comic books and be highly successful. He would treat those who work for him very well and makes it a point to put people on his team who society doesn't always listen to or promote, people he sees himself in. He travels to conventions and people go absolutely apeshit to see him and hang on his every word at his panels

I can see Penny fighting for guardianship of Ezra once she's of age and taking him and buying a farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere where they start a wildlife preserve in which they rescue and rehabilitate sick and injured animals, giving them the same second chance Penny was given as Jane Doe

In chats I've had with @cyanidearctic we both agree Connie would take over the Blackwood Cafe upon her parents' retirement and value the business and her life as a whole so highly that her love for everything quickly spreads to the customers and before long she's able to expand the business to other locations, extending the reach of her family's long-cherished secret recipes

Thanks as always for the bomb-ass question!!

#rtc #ride the cyclone #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #misha bachinskyi #ricky potts #penny lamb #rtc jane doe #constance blackwood #rtc headcanons

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onmyyan · 2 years ago

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Manny Delmont HC's

A/N: The last of the boys is here but he certainly ain't the least ;) EDITED

TW'S: YANDERE, MURDER, NEEDLE MENTION(TATTOO),

By far the most unhinged member of the family and thats saying A LOT lmao

Platonic yandere for his kin, he has killed in their name and will do it again.

One of if not the most loyal person you'd ever meet.

Once he decides he likes you he turns into your own personal puppy.

If the puppy was a man who enjoyed showing his love through the most violent means at hand that is.

Smells like honey and lavender and when he can't be bothered to hide it, blood.

Shares a lot of features with his twin, except his eyes, he has the brightest in his family, and they are often clouded with mischief.

Marcos uses him as a test dummy for outfits since they look nearly identical, if looks good on Manny he can go from there.

He's been offered to model before.

Best begging face in the business, he rarely has to ask for something twice.

Has a few tattoos, there's a blank cartoon heart over his real one, plans on getting his beloveds name inked there once he finds em.

And he knows he will!

Hopeless romantic, he loves romcoms!

Especially You on Netflix(👁👄👁)

Thinks Christine should have chosen to be with the Phantom of the Opera.

Also thinks Victor should have been with Emily from A Corpse Bride.

Mask kink but we'll circle back later ;)

It stems from his love of all things Horror something be shared with his twin, if he's watching something where he picks up even a hint of romance between the Slasher and the final girl he starts kicking his feet.

Thinks the bad guys deserve love to!

Gave himself his first tattoo, a stick n poke he made himself after watching 1 YouTube video.

Yeah that got infected, but he thought scars were sick as hell plus it was a great party story.

People fall over their feet for him on the daily.

Has gotten in the most fights out of all the brothers.

He may takes some licks during them but he was scary in the way that he never stayed down, and you could tell from the blank look in his eye and the twisted grin, if he got the chance he'd put you in the ground.

Terrible singer but that doesn't stop him from belting out his favorites in the shower

He loves pop music because there are a surprising amount of songs that remind him of his specific brand of love.

He really likes reading, especially when it teaches him something new, always learning this one.

He could be at the top of his class if he put in a smidge more of effort but he likes his life, as long as he's not actively causing chaos which lets be honest is very easy for him, the teachers often turn a blind eye to his goofing off.

Had several fake Id's before he was legal just to get into clubs to see bands preform.

Has a snake named noodle.

Shes a Python. He talks to her like a person

"You would not believe my day girl."

He's lean but strong, way stronger than he looks which always catches people by surprise.

If he doesn't have something occupying his hands he will start tapping on whatever available surface and if left unattended that will turn into beatboxing.

Funny even when he isn't trying

He once kidnapped a guy who was giving his twin grief and sent a picture of his upside down body in the group chat

"Felt kinda silly idk :) "

Manny's got high expectations for anyone dating his family, he's the real reason they have the rule about vetting people with each other.

When Ricky and Gabe were fighting over that girl way back when, a much younger Manny, hating the way his usually loving siblings were at each others throats, took it upon himself to rid them of the problem.

Knowing he only meant well Ricky and Gabe concocted the system the use today, but don't tell that to Manny.

His fits always come with a body count.

Oral fixation, he's constantly chewing on something.

His only source for relationships are his insane ass family so as the baby, it's natural he'd absorb all that crazy.

His laugh is more of a cackle.

He picks stuff up super easily but also gets bored just as fast so he has this random ass assortment of skills and neat party tricks.

Like one summer he got super into gymnastics so for fun he liked to twist into a backbend and speed crawl towards his brothers in the pitch black of the night.(Ricky has passed out from this)

Adrenalin junkie, he'd gotten his first motorbike at 15 and had been chasing the high he got from that first ride since.

Gabe taught him how to fight, not because he wanted to but because Manny had a tendency to mouth off to the wrong people and Gabe couldn't always be there to defend him.

Loves playing soccer, his father wanted him to have a much more legal way of releasing that devil in him, after nailing the goalie with a ball so hard he passed out, he fell in love with the sport.

He has a mean kick, if someone pissed him off enough he'd always manage to 'accidentally' kick the ball at their softest parts.

Has a new group of friends every week, he can't help it if everyone wants a piece of him.

He meets you at a bookstore, and he seen you long before he walked over to ask for help.

He watched the gentle way you handled the books, the care you showed them as you sorted, he could see you bobbing your head to the song softly playing from some speaker, the beams of light pouring in from the window cast you in a light that was damn near angelic.

He gaped at you silently for a bit before coming up with some obscure book title im his mind, if his assumptions about you were correct, you'd offer to help.

"Hi? Sorry to bug you." He put on his most charming smile and he could see it's effects instantly, the warm look in your eye gave him butterflies in his stomach.

"You're fine, how can I help you hun?" God even the way you spoke had goosebumps trailing down his back, your tone was like velvet.

"O-oh well I have this report due tomorrow that I completely spaced about- any chance you have this one?" He made sure to flash his watch, peacocking in every way he knew how, the rolex a gift from his Father, but you focused intently on the screen.

"Hmm this is an old one, I've definitely seen it, wanna follow me?"

"Absolutely." The response was innocent in nature but you had no idea just how much he meant that.

"So, you like to read or just a job thing?" He said gesturing to the rest of the store. To his delight you gave him another heart stopping smile, "I love books. How they can take you away from all the bullshit- oops sorry-" he laughed loud enough to hear it echo causing her to grin, "No don't be sorry, I wholeheartedly agree."

Ironically as picky as he was with his family's partners, he was yours the second you called him Hun, he got flashes of your life together the longer you two spoke, in reality the conversation was maybe ten minutes but that was all he needed.

Charms his way into your number, starts bringing you lunch and offering to pick you up, then he's offering to take you to work, no matter how early you started.

"I don't wanna mess with your sleep hun, plus you'd have to drive all the way across town and then to my job-"

He'd squish your cheeks together to steal a kiss, "Nonsense Darling, you could just spend the night if you're so worried about me." And would you look at that you're spending the night like every other night.

He's dummy smooth, he has you practically moved in before you're one month anniversary, if anyone were to try and plant some poison in your head like "You guys are moving kinda fast" or "shouldn't you get to know him better?" They are quickly put on his shit list.

As quick to cut a bitch as our boy is, he's also smart, and knows if everyone in your family and immediate circle started dropping dead he'd have a problem, so instead he gaslight gatekeeps and girlbosses his way to victory.

It be almost like love bombing, except it never goes away, he only ever falls deeper in love with you as time goes on.

Walk him like a dog he needs it.

Wants to take you all over the world, loves the idea of boneing in every continent.

He's soo cuddly the type to text you when you're in the bathroom cuz he miss you :(

The kinda guy where if you send him a cute picture he responds with a video of him falling to his knees wherever he's at.

Loves being the little spoon, but when he's wasted he has a tendency to flop on top of you like a starfish before curling around you like a koala.

Mean mugs the shit outta any girl who looks at him bec tf I'm for MY babys eyes only >:(

Promise rings for your one month anniversary that have both your guy's blood in them. How he got it you'll never know but you're a weirdo just like him and instead of questioning it you bear hug him.

Fantastic kisser, knocks the breath outta you each time, please touch him while you make out, pull his hair he promises not to moan that loudly again. Scouts honor.

He's lying btw

He is the opposite of afraid to moan in your ear, they almost sound exaggerated but no he's really that loud.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #manny delmont #yandere oc manny #yandere ocs #manny x reader #yandere hcs

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fumifooms · 1 year ago

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Out of Touch, Out of Time

You say too late to start got your heart in a headlock I don’t believe any of it

Chilchuck Tims x Marcille Donato Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui

Art: Ryoko Kui. Edits: @pupucachi (source). All songs are in my marchil Spotify playlist as well, check it out if you want!

^ (text) opening quote: Headlock, Imogen Heap. Pictures: 1: TrusT, half-alive / 2: Spring, Chemical Club / 3: Dead Inside, Younger Hunger / 4: Chocolate Matter, Sweet Trip / 5: Talk to Me, Cavetown / 6: From Eden, Hozier / 7: Help I'm alive, Metric / 8: Know How, The Crane Wives / 9: Jackrabbit, San Fermin / 10: Another Love, Tom Odell / 11: Curses, The Crane Wives / 12: Keep You Safe, The Crane Wives / Picture of side profiles of Marcille and Chilchuck / 13: Like the Dawn, The Oh Hellos / 14: Only Our Love, Tamino / 15: Running with the Wolves, Aurora / 16: Tarantula, Gorillaz / 17: New Discovery, The Crane Wives / 18: Northern Star, Dom Fera / 19: Monster, Adventure Time : Distant Lands / 20: TrusT, half-alive / 21: Cabo, Ricky Montgomery / 22: No Choir, Florence andthe Machine / 23: Circles, Passenger / 24: Monster, Adventure Time : Distant Lands / 25: North, Sleeping at Last / 26: My Heart is Buried in Venice, Ricky Montgomery / 27: Not I, I Fight Dragons / 28: Spring, Chemical Club v (text) parting quote 1: Enter One, Sol Seppy / Parting quote 2: Je te laisserai des mots, Patrick Watson

After a storm I wanna let go Of the things that I've done Without any worry I wanna come home Into the light Into the unknown I want to be shameless Like the sun

I’ll leave you words Underneath your door Underneath the singing moon Near the place where your feet pass by Hidden in the holes of wintertime And when you’re alone for a moment Kiss me Whenever you want Kiss me Whenever you want Kiss me Whenever you want

#dungeon meshi #web weaving #marchil #chilchuck tims #marcille donato #Their fears are so complementary and their needs are too #cozy domestic routine support...#fear of attachment #this one's more hurt/comfort #sorry that the sizes are a bit wonky TAT

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placebo-ambrosia · 1 month ago

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highlights of fight club ps2 game

- narrator in a turtleneck??? why. and then later on the entirety of project mayhem are in turtlenecks

- marla throws a cigarette at ricky

- angelface’s fighting mode is martial arts

- BOBS TITS DONT BOUNCE 💔💔💔💔😭

- spent like a half hour trying to figure out how to break ‘chemical guy’s arm

- the bone breaking animation is ridiculous

- you can fight in the sewer + pressman restaurant

- ungodly amounts of blood with the headbutt

- “SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU LITTLE FUCKING PANSY.” - narrator

- FRED DURST, KORN AND QUEENS OF RHE STONEAGE DID SOME OF THE MUSIC???

#fight club #fight club ps2

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irishcoyote · 7 months ago

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Inflamed Sense of Rejection: Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: This is that Angel Face backstory I was talking about. His name is Caleb Handover because I'm not going to call him Angel Face the whole time. There will be no "spice" because I type this on a school computer and honestly I want to expand my writing abilities. ~~~~~~~~~~~

This is a horrible way to start a journal, probably the most over-done and unintriguing sentence used to start a story, but my name is Caleb Handover. I’m 16 years old, and I live in Wilmington, Delaware. I go to Mt. Pleasant High School, class of 2001. That makes me a Junior.

It’s boring. Every single day is the same. The ducks pass over the sky when I’m walking to school, and it looked cool when I was nine, but nowadays it just feels like I’m watching someone drive to work.

Delaware duck schedule: 6 AM, wake up to the same alarm as everyone in the neighborhood. 7 AM, fly to the pond for breakfast and a bath. Pass by that blond kid again.

My hair was born white. People on the street asked my mom while she was pushing the stroller, why do you bleach your baby’s hair?

She never did.

First period is Advanced Placement Calculus. I’m thinking about ducks. Derivatives, ducks, hyperbolas, ducks, factorials, ducks, integrals…

My mom called my hair duck-fuzz.

I like math, but I only say that because high schoolers have to like something. If you say you don’t like any subjects in school, you sound like a wannabe-dropout loser. I’m 16 years old and taking AP Calculus. I don’t think I’m a wannabe anything, but I don’t think I’m genuine, either. I’ve already done the warmup question on the board. Find 34! It’s just a factorial. Does anyone see me?

“Caleb Handover?”

Only during attendance.

I raise my hand until my elbow is about six inches off of my table, parallel to the smooth, fake-wood surface. Not high enough to seem like a geek, but still giving effort.

Invisibility is a science.

“Here.”

There’s a pause. My hand stays in the air.

“Caleb Handover?” my teacher tilts his chin up and surveys the room, his pencil hovering over my name, ready to write truant.

“I said I’m here,” I said louder as I raised my hand higher. My pen balances between my peace-sign fingers. My teacher flicks his eyes to me, and his eyebrows soften. He adjusts his glasses. The sad taste of desperation lingered in my mouth after essentially begging to be accounted for.

“Oh, hello Caleb. Sorry I didn’t see you.” My teacher laughs dryly and clears his throat. “Serena Hofstadter?”

She has mono.

“Gordon Jacobs?”

That’s how Serena got mono.

For a moment I picture Serena and Gordon as Romeo and Juliet during the final act. Gordon drinks from a tall, crystal vial of mononucleosis extract and collapses. Serena, covered head-to-toe in orange spray tan and blonde highlights underneath her Shakespearean garb, discovers him on the floor and gives a tearful soliloquy before kissing him feverishly in an attempt to drink the mono from his lips. In the end, they’re both bedridden, and everyone knows.

In fair Delaware we lay our scene.

I don’t know why, but I’m angry at them. Serena and Gordon. My knuckles turn white as I grip my pen harder, gritting my teeth and thinking about my peers who go to parties to drink and kiss and do drugs. I didn’t even think parties were a real thing until I started listening to rich kids’ conversations.

“I got home so late last night…” quote from the boy wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“I’m, like, so hungover.” quote from the girl wearing sunglasses indoors at 8:30 AM.

“Her house was so tacky.” quote from the girl whose locker is head-to-toe in sequins and leopard print, who uses perfume to cover the smell of anxiety pheromones.

I’m not jealous, and I’d rather have lifelong diarrhea than be in the same boat as these kids, but it would be nice to have a life.

It would be nice to be a part of something bigger than myself.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Please let me know what you think, and if I should keep writing this. It would be appreciated :)

#fight club #fight club 1999 #angel face #angel face fight club #tyler durden #marla singer #the narrator #fight club fanfic #ricky fight club #narrator fight club #inflamed sense of rejection

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domesticatedpigeonsoup · 2 years ago

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the two types.of blorbos

#shit qualitu cause I'm sleepy #fight club #tyler durden #the narrator #angel face #angel face fight club #ricky fight club #robert paulson #project mayhem #brad pitt #edward norton

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cookies-and-mirrors · 2 months ago

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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Eighteen

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: Trigger warning for mental health issues alluded

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, violence, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Eighteen

Everything was in full swing with music playing, people socializing and eating while Vinny and Ricky had started out the night with a formal dance, twirling and dipping. It was a lot of footwork more than anything, then the pair had split off to their beloved mates as the dance floor flooded with people wanting to dance and celebrate the evening. The warm lights made the stone interior appear almost golden, and the noise of laughter and song filled the air beautifully. It was clear how much thought and effort had been put into it- put into the magical moments holding the illusion together. Vinny and Ricky both knew what they were doing and making the most of it. How lively it was tonight, positivity overflowing except from one pillar in the club.

It was interesting watching them dance, knowing the truth, and even then it was hard to let Vinny go to the angel, but it was what she wanted, she wanted to dance with Ricky. Chris had been without her for so long. Christopher, Chris… Chris, her Chris, he should have known something was different, she always had a thing about his name, the angels, with the original gargoyles names, some of them were truly ridiculous.

Justin loved everything about the party, well, almost, the only thing he didn’t love was that he knew he wasn’t going to get any time alone with Ricky tonight, even after the revelations earlier. Not to mention finding out about Vinny, being Chenza… Still, it made him determined to talk to Ricky about being mates… Hearing Vinny just flippantly say to Ricky, go, go be with your mate to Ricky after they danced, had the gargoyle flush… Did Ricky know, even understand… They hadn’t talked… They hadn’t agreed. There was a consent to the bond before it fully formed. Justin wanted it, he wanted all of it. Chris had it with Vinny, she even came back to him after she died. Ryan. Ryan had had it… It made Justin wonder why… Why hadn’t his… His arms wrapped around Ricky from behind the gargoyle mask Ricky had given him for the night, he glanced over to the other…

Yes, the damn nephilim, before he’d ever known, thought he was hilarious and acquired Ryan and Justin medieval style gargoyle masquerade masques, they were grey and looked like they had half stone faces for the night. That little shit thought he was funny. It was kind of hilarious. It was. Ryan, however, was truly sympathizing with the way Christopher felt when he got into those moods in those episodes he used to have. He was struggling tonight. Leaning back against one of the pillars in the old Church, he was so tired. Seeing Christopher with Vinny, Justin with Ricky, he was… he was tired, and he missed… he missed… he missed them. He missed them so much.

From beside him on a perpendicular side of the pillar came a soft voice, “Something’s on your mind… Don’t look at me- no… just… I know the look. I’ve felt it too.” A hand slid around pressed to the pillar offering the faintest of touches to the gargoyle, voice low, “Let someone help bear the weight if, but for a moment.” the voice said, warm as sunshine. From the corner of his eye, Ryan could spy side along a mask of white fabric and silver hair, draped over a billowing shirt with a feather and fur cloak. Elegant jawline and effortless grace.

“Please.”

Ryan sighed at the voice, the soft low voice, he felt the warmth of their hand, he was too out of it to move away. It would have been his first instinct otherwise. He did not like people he didn’t know getting close anymore, especially on a night like tonight, that was why he was here, at this pillar. Standing away from the dancing, the merriment, the laughter that was ripping through his head. “I highly doubt anyone in this life has felt the level of what I do right now.” Ryan also would not wish it on them for the world either, not like this, not the way he did. A thousand years of torment? Centuries of abuse at the hands of a monster in between… No, he would not wish that life on another… “No, this burden is my own.”

His hand, however, his thumb that was so close to the strangers… Didn’t move.

“It feels like every fiber of your being is being peeled apart atom by atom, and you don’t know where to go or what to do… and all you want… is to go home, but you can’t find home anymore because home is with them.” they said clearly, “All you can think about is the times you messed up… or they messed up… and you feel raw. It’s pain hard enough to feel like you’re never going to breathe again. It’s like… your life has frozen in place.”

The stranger took a breath leaning their head back, breathing in the scent of warm peach pie and apple pie- the smell of chocolate and fruit- closing their eyes, they took a soft breath.

“It’s the worst pain… yet you know it won’t kill you on its own. Still, you feel like you’ve been driven insane by wanting to be next to them again.”

They leaned their head to the side, looking towards Ryan, a melancholic smile on their lips. “Even when you yourself have been torn apart time and time again.”

“Does that sound familiar?”

Ryan didn’t know if he wanted to scream or be sick more, or just both at once, one after the other, destroy anything and everything his hands touched. Listening to every word this stranger was saying was cutting into him and ripping him open even deeper than watching what was left of his family find the ones that completed their souls, their happiness. Their mates. This stranger, that had just walked over, that knew nothing of them, wasn’t wrong though, Ryan didn’t know where home was anymore, and he hadn’t breathed, not in… He swallowed thinking about it, it had been, one thousand and twelve years… and fifty-two days…

He felt like he was going insane, though, it was about time. Gargoyles that lost their mates going insane, it happened, it always happened sooner or later. How Ryan had lasted this long no one knew, even Christopher had been barely holding on. Ryan had seen the signs in him years ago but refused to let him crack. Ryan, Ryan might as well be a freak of nature. A thousand years. And only now was he hallucinating that he could smell them, like they were right around the corner. Sure, it won’t kill him on its own, but it sure made him start to wish he were dead. Ryan just never had the gall to follow through with it as Christopher had, instead he’d spent centuries of pure rage and hatred, spitting in his abuser's eye, that had fuelled him to keep him alive. Now he didn’t even have that anymore.

It was then he distinctly turned his head to get a proper look at the stranger rather than just glancing at them from the corner of his of eye, seeing them, as best he could, that smile.

He knew that smile, how did he know that smile? It was familiar, how did he know that smile? It was right there, but it wasn’t. The pain of something ripped away from him ached in him as if someone had literally reached into his chest and ripped out his heart. Nothing. There was nothing there. Watching them closely…

“Who are you?”

MORE THAN ONE THOUSAND YEARS PRIOR (more than one thousand and twelve years to be precise)

Justice smiled at Ryan. The fight hadn't lasted too long. They were checking on the troupe and finally coming back to Ryan cupping his face to kiss him. “You fought so well- I'm proud of you, my darling.” The white and silver feathers fluttered over their back as they purred softly, kissing Ryan's cheeks. “Are you alright?”

Smiling easily as he felt Justice’s fingers brush over his smooth skin, as their lips pressed to his, hands curving around their angel’s slim waist to pull them just a little closer. “Not a scratch, you know I don’t get nearly as close to the battle as the others.” The beauty of his chosen weapon, that unless the demons marked his spot, he could pick them off. Or they ambushed them, then he had to pull a close combat weapon. He did so prefer his crossbow, so much more convenient to remove them at a distance. “The others?” He was not the only one of concern, he knew that.

“They're perfectly fine.” They whispered, kissing him deeply, lovingly, cupping his cheek softly. His fingers raked through his hair as the angel settled down, kissing him again softly. Keeping hands off each other was the hard part. The angel nuzzled him. “I know you don't get close, but I still worry, my love.”

Ryan’s back pressed lightly against the alcove as he chuckled low against his mate's lips as their fingers raked through his long hair, it was getting longer. Some would assume he might have a problem growing it so long, but he didn’t, Ryan never had a problem with how feminine he seemed, he personally considered it far more androgynous. If they wanted to see it that way, that was their choice, all that matter to him, was how his mate saw him, how his lovers saw him. Christopher never turned him away, nor did Honesty, Passion, Respect.

Gasping softly at the way Justice nuzzled against him, Ryan swallowed slightly, whining softly, “Please tell me work time is done?” Work, and personal, they had a line between them for a person. For everyone else, it was different… Fucking the rest of the troupe, it was, whenever, however… But his mate… His mate was different, they were their superior, Justice and Trust had set that boundary from the moment this attraction sparked. Never would they be anything but Justice and Trust when it was work.

“Work is over, darling… are you ready to let me carry our babies, yet?” they teased brushing their lips to his wrapping them both in their large warm wings, hiding him away as their hands wandered lovingly. “Please?”

Groaning playfully, “You aren’t pulling any punches at all today, are you, my love?” Smiling down at them adoringly, his hands running down Gwynn’s body, they had been having this conversation for some time. Neither of them could agree as to who was going to carry their children. Technically, Ryan was supposed to breed with another unit, technically, Justice, was supposed to find Trust, a breeding partner from another unit, but Ryan was never going to agree to that. Gargoyles had to consent to breed, and he didn’t want to breed, not with another gargoyle. Technically, it wasn’t against the edicts to breed with an angel, just with the mortals… so… “It’s easier to get me pregnant, and no one could say you weren’t doing your job, baby, breeding your troupe.” Chuckling, his smile wide, joyful as he brought his lips down to Gwynn’s.

Justice whined, “I know… but I want to be pregnant so badly…” they whined, pressing up to him, attempting to ignore the bickering from Chris and Chenza arguing over training. “I should probably stop that argument.”

Smiling against their lips, shifting to press Gwynn back against their hidden little alcove, after a moment, lifting his head and brushing his hair back to look at those perfect, gorgeous pale eyes of his mate. “Let them figure out their childish bickering, they’ll figure out they like each other sooner or later… Besides… You aren’t Justice right now, remember… You are mine, you are Gwynn.” He rolled his hips against Gwynn’s, all his.

Gwynn sighed and wrapped their arms around him, grinding against him slowly, “all yours.” They murmured, rocking and kissing at his neck softly. This was what they loved and craved every night, wanting to just take him to hide away. “Please…” they whispered to him in his ear.

Sighing as they ground against him, reaching down to lift them up, wrapping their legs wound him as his forehead pressed against theirs… Sighing, “You’re never going to let me win, are you?” Groaning softly with a gentle kiss. Not that either was ready to give in on this little argument, just yet… they could shelve the argument about the bearer of their children for now, they had all the time in the world.

PRESENT DAY

The stranger looked up at him with pale silver eyes, leaning on a cane as they blinked slowly, “My name is Gwynn.” They said truthfully. “I'm in the same boat… I… don't know if I'll be welcomed home, though…” they said, looking over Ryan with an expression that read guilt and heartbreak, along with pain and inner turmoil over something so deep and desperately painful, a feeling Ryan knew.

Ryan, blinked at the stranger with the familiar face he couldn’t place, and now, a name that felt the same. Gwynn, why did that name feel so, so familiar. Why did it hurt so much? What was it about that name that made him want to scream in pure horror… Something, something was very wrong, and it was hurting him, while at the same time… Ryan just felt so empty. Swallowing, his mouth was so dry as he looked at this stranger. His eyes searched the stranger’s face, searching for a lie, searching for the distrust in them, something, anything. If they weren’t to be welcomed home, there had to be a reason. “Why would you not be welcome home?” His words tense, hard, Ryan was just so weary.

Gwynn smiled sadly, “I don't know… if he would want me to come home… I don't know… If he would welcome my touch again after how long I've been gone. Even if he's been the only thing on my mind since I was forced…” they swallowed, the only reason they had pushed through, “I know he was being hurt, but I came back as soon as I could… even if I'm no longer perfect and can't keep up anymore…” their voice shook, and they stepped closer, silver hair draping over their shoulders falling some.

Ryan’s whole body was tense as this stranger, this Gwynn, moved closer to him. A shiver ran down his spine as they did, he could feel that there was something, something about their face, their name, that he was missing. He could feel it. It was just out of his reach though, like it was being dangled before him, and constantly pulled away further and further so he couldn’t grasp at it. The more he reached, the worse it felt. He pressed back, closer to the pillar, his back right against the cold marble as they stepped closer, but surprisingly… His hand. His hand, that had been so close to the strangers, had not moved… He was not afraid.

“Then I suppose the real question, or questions, are why you left, and what kept you away from him for so long?”

Gwynn's lip quivered, “I was… taken, I got away, and I've been healing… he likely thought I died… I couldn't get a message to tell him I would be back… He was my whole reason for pulling through… and he doesn't know.” He offered a sad smile, moving back against the pillar, head leaned back as he looked up, his silver mask shimmering. “I love him… I always will.” He sighed, hand still near his.

Head tilting back against the pillar, the faux stone gargoyle mask shielding his face, even as his eyes stung as he thought about, about… Justice. They had died. The thought that if they had lived and gone to hide somewhere to heal, that they might be no better than all the other angels, leaving him to rot here. Left him, while he’d been tortured, sexually assaulted, ripped apart, and just broken down by one of Justice’s very brethren, while they were nothing but healing? No. No. Justice was dead. Justice was dead. They would never have done that to him, they were not like the other angels, and never would have been. His Justice had had the purest of souls, it was why Ryan had fallen in love with them. “Then you will be prepared to wait. If he is worth it, you will wait.” His teeth gritted in an almost growl as a few traitorous tears spilled behind his mask.

“I would wait another thousand years if it made him happy…” they whispered under their breath. “I fought my way to come back to him. I can wait… if that will bring him peace.” they whispered, “I can't forgive myself for being gone.”

Eyes closed as Ryan fought to calm himself, pushed everything aside and just, distanced himself from… everything…

He was done… he couldn’t handle this conversation anymore. If he kept talking about it, it was going to end badly, he could feel himself start to shake, his thumb brushing along the side of the stranger's without thinking. It was the way he’d unconsciously reach out for Christopher, or Justin at times. Most days, if he didn’t shut down and step back when things went too far, he could explode, sure made fighting demons and training helpful. “Fuck, talk about something else, anything else. Quick, your favorite drink.” The question slipped from his tongue, despite knowing he would likely judge them for it.

Gwynn smiled sadly, “Mead… sweet mead… and whiskey if it's a decent enough age-” he murmured, gently rubbing his thumb against his. Warmth radiated from the point of contact, soothing and adoring. They let out a soft noise, feeling Ryan's skin against theirs… heavenly relief, letting out a breath they didn't realize they were holding. “What about yours?”

Ryan tensed at the mead, sweet mead, he couldn’t touch it, it was so out of phase in the modern world. Even if he was currently dressed as if he were going to a renaissance faire, and it would be found in abundance, he didn’t find it many places, and he was glad of that, it made him sick. He couldn’t tell you why. Just the thought made him frown right now. Why did mead make him ill so badly, when for some reason he was sure he enjoyed the taste once? Why? Why couldn’t he remember? Just the thought caused a surge of panic to grip him, no, no that didn’t make any sense.

Whiskey, that, was more popular in the modern era, even the aged works, taking in a deep breath, Ryan smirked at the thought, thinking about his forays in the bar. “I can do with a good whiskey these days. Ricky, the bar owner here, he ah, he has some wicked vintages. I like to put him through his paces and try to trip him up sometimes, little shit is good with coming through with the goods too.” His low, almost laugh was rough, like the sound of honest enjoyment was something he didn’t use all that often anymore… and it wasn’t.

They smiled softly, looking him over, “Always lovely to have a good bartender who knows his alcohol.” they mused, playing with a strand of their silver hair. “Favorite brand?” he questioned softly, eyes gentle as they looked him over, “Mine doesn’t exist as a company anymore, sadly-”

The gargoyle shuddered, his body rebelling against a truth right in front of him that his mind had been poisoned against and his soul was literally screaming out for. Unfortunately, thanks to more than a thousand years past, and most of those being at the hands of an abuser that enjoyed malicious mind games, there wasn’t much of Ryan left that was the man Gwynn had left behind. He didn’t even look as he once did. The tall, lean, proudly androgynous, feminine yet masculine, man, had thrown it all away for the bulky super masculine man before him. Ryan didn’t want to think about why. Favourite brand… “I don’t… I don’t have one.” He didn’t have favorite things. They always got ruined. Taken from him, tainted, so he could never truly enjoy them ever again. So he found ways to just… not.

Gwynn wouldn’t lie, seeing Ryan now broke their heart so fully… they couldn’t stand it. He was… gone. Maybe a glimmer here and there. This is why the other angels tried to keep them from returning. This is why. They wanted them to keep the past version of Ryan… where he was sweet… happy… and carefree. Not the hardened shell of their mate… But Ryan is their mate. They would never leave his side. They loved Ryan, no matter what would happen. What he had become.

“Well there must be something you prefer drinking than most.” they said warmly.

Ryan considered it for a second, he could think of a few different bottles he had rather enjoyed, he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on again at some point. He had noticed one brand Ricky seemed to favor, he wondered if he thought that was his favourite? Frowning slightly, not sure what that meant as he considered it, though, of course… that just got stuck in his throat almost choking him when he tried to voice it. Parting his lips trying to speak… His voice catching until he sighed, a heavy break, his head turning, and his cheek pressed against the pillar… He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t say it… His thumb brushed against the other’s for unconscious comfort.

“I can’t, please, he takes everything I enjoy.” He had been gone for a century, and Ryan still felt him breathing down his neck, like he’d turn the corner, and he’d be right there. That he’d feel the force of his voice pushing his body to change so he could do whatever he wanted with him.

“Okay. That’s totally fine.” they promised, who was he? But they wouldn’t push. They couldn’t do that. Ryan didn’t need them breathing down his throat wanting to know everything… there would be time enough for that later. “Tell me… What kind of music do you dance to?”

Snorting, there was that rough, unused amusement again, where was that joyful man he had once been? “Me, dance? Look at me? I have two left feet, I am a bumbling oaf. I could hardly dance. I would absolutely dance, only I would break both of those delicate feet.” Twitching as the words came out, they came from a different voice in his head, he felt like he was going to be sick, and he wanted to whine, but he could never give him the satisfaction. He never gave in. That was why he looked the way he did. He wanted him to be more feminine, so Ryan would swing the complete opposite end of the spectrum, and forced himself, in every way, to be as masc as physically possible. Right down to favouring the most brutal and crudest weapon he had, and oh, he was a master with it now. No one escaped his six-foot-long war hammer when his swung, the power behind it, was beyond a sword, or a dagger, his was brute force.

Gwynn nodded leaning their head back, “I would let you lead the dance.” they admitted still touching Ryan’s hand, “But I do understand it’s not for everyone.” Where was the man who used to dance with them in the moonlight…? Oh, they missed him… but this was their mate. Forever. Their mate. “Why don’t we go… get a drink?”

Ryan waited for a moment, just a moment, just letting his body rest against the pillar. Taking in a deep breath, closing his eyes, holding that breath, and letting it out. Whether he realized it or not, his senses were zeroing in, focused on that one little point of contact with this stranger, this Gwynn. The warmth that was spreading through his skin tingled, as his thumb brushed over theirs, shivering almost at the touch. Swallowing, he, he steeled himself though as his eyes opened, dark in the room… “Yes, a drink sounds good.”

As he stood from the pillar, Ryan paused, glancing at them, eyeing the cane, “Do you need help to the bar?” Through all these people?”

They looked up, and leaned on their cane, and nodded, “I haven’t been on my feet for long… maybe a few days…” they sighed, taking his arm to walk with him stiffly to the bar. They eased onto a bar stool and leaned their head back, showing a sliver of a deep red scar. “Thank you,” they said gently, smiling at him gratefully, their silver eyes beyond the mask melancholic.

When the bartender walked by, they ordered two whiskeys, the oldest currently available. “I hope you don’t mind me ordering for you- I didn’t think about it.” they admitted sheepishly.

With that scar, Ryan was surprised they were walking at all, so naturally, he accepted when they clung slightly to his arm as he walked them to the bar, and eased onto a stool. He perched onto one of the stools himself, his feet easily meeting the floor, he was shorter than the other gargoyles, but he was still massive for the mortal clientele of the bar. Before he could even be annoyed that it wasn’t Ricky behind the bar, he knew it wasn’t, but being reminded of that face, Gwynn was already ordering, and he glanced to them. Raising an eyebrow at the apology, huffing slightly. “You’re fine, my standing order almost, Ricky usually just pours out a shot or what’s good for me. Sometimes he likes to try new things for me, see how I like them.” Pausing… “This guy is probably going to pour us water.” The civilian whiskey.

The whiskey was served and not watered down, Ricky had instructed them not to mess with his alcohols, watering them down or otherwise. Gwynn took a glass smelling and smiled, “Smells safe.” they teased, head tilted, offering their glass. “To home.”

Ryan reached for the glass, when he said water, he hadn’t meant watering it down, he meant, not one of Ricky’s special bottles. The kind that lately he was sure Ricky was trying to either impress him, or find a liquor finally he couldn’t take. Either way, he certainly had shared some good vintages with him so far. Lifting the glass to Gwynn, “To home, may yours accept you.” Perhaps Ryan would be able to learn to breathe without his at some point… not that he had in over a thousand years so far.

“I hope your home finds you again.” they murmured, taking a sip as he looked thoughtful.

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