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nicnight9 · 5 months

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An Endless Summer Character Profiles: Grace Hall

🎨 Grace, owner of a tremendously big brain, gains her impeccable reputation around college by her genius mindset and her hardwork - things taught to her since childhood. 🎨 As the seeker for knowlodge she is proud to be, Grace came to La Huerta to study more about the island's nature and animals. And, if she's lucky, she might even gain more inspiration to create some masterpieces.

🎨 Grace lives in a tiresome limbo where she isn't fully loved, but also doesn't have many people who hate her. It doesn't matter, Grace doesn't care about getting the love from the people. What she genuinely wants is for her work to be validated, especially by her own family. 🎨 Obsessed with romanticizing her own life, Grace never lived much from life with the exception of theories. But this might change at any minute. 🎨 Like everyone on the island, Grace also has a secret. No one knows how she does it, but Grace finds it impossible to rest for one single second, not even during her vacation. Always worried and thinking, it's like she simply can't relax. Could all that stress cause damage on her mental health?

Basic Data

21 years old Born in 04/04/1999, in Washington D.C Junior at Hartfeld, Architeture Major Uses she/her pronouns

Loves: art exhibits, getting good grades, visiting libraries

Hates: crabs, heights and insensitive people

Fun Data

Is an Aries Her MBTI is ISFJ (aka The Defender) Her Hogwarts House would be Ravenclaw, and her Godly Parent would be Apolo.

Favorite Things

Movie: Pride And Prejudice TV Show: Good Omens Food: Pancakes with strawberries Drink: Affogato Hobbie: Painting Best Friend: Likes Michelle and Aleister the most!

Fun Facts

🎨 Currently works at two places and is already looking for a third job. According to herself, you never know what could happen. 🎨 Grace, even though only a junior, has a perfect academic journey. Great score and grades, has done total five internships, worked as a T.A on her sophomore year and has even won awards.

Moodboard

Some inspiration pictures, characters i relate her to and just overall vibe from the character! Check the moodboard over here!

Grace's Fashion

Grace's entire style gets inspo from dark academia vibes, like the academic girlie she is. That means the whole package. Lots of dark colors, especially browns. Winter clothes, like sweaters, cardigans, overcoats, turtlenecks... I also like to imagine some of her clothing a little splashed with paint and colors, just for the fun of it. Inspo here!

Grace's Playlist

Are You Satisfied? - MARINA

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Comfort Crowd - Conan Grey

I Can't Handle Change - Roar

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

Riptide - Vance Joy

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

this is me trying - Taylor Swift

When He Sees Me - Waitress

link for playlist here!

"It doesn't matter what i do, i could never be enough"

#ao3 fanfic #endless summer #fanfic #character profile #pb choices #verao sem fim #writing

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evanox · 2 years

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LL M4 and music,, except my music taste sucks and i’m just projecting

felix

went through like 10 different music phases throughout his life

whatever theater kids listen to,, probably lin trash; if you get enough alcohol in him he might hop on a table and start singing his heart out, encouraged by sage jumping on the table with him and anisa cheering them on

enjoyed mcr at some point, doesn't claim danger days (but sage really liked the album so felix lets it slide bc it felt validating that his friend was willing to give the band a try)

also liked p!atd but only up until vices and virtues

probably was into other alt rock stuff,, thought he was Hot Shit for listening to Deep Meaningful Lyrics unlike these hoes (sage)

eventually matured into a mitski (by rime's recommendation) and hozier stan,, but he still listens to gerard way's solo songs

anisa managed to get him into BTS only after Wings was released because the vampire aesthetic was... doing things to him, ended up sticking around bc he got invested in the lore but doesn't listen to them as much

I think,, if he ever gets introduced to Fairouz's music he'd really like it 👉👈

so you ask him what music he’s into and he just,, blanks because everything from every phase is mushed into one "Liked Songs" playlist, and he didn't have the heart to remove the songs that meant something to him Once; still ends up using all his skips on these songs and that's why he uses Escell's credit card for spotify premium—he’s no one’s first choice when it comes to handling the aux cord because of the constant whiplash

his only organized playlist is his study playlists—mostly classical stuff—except he's never used it to study for school, but only whatever books interested him,, out here living his dark academia dreams

anisa

makes the best playlists and is very meticulous about it,, one for driving to work, one for driving back from work, one for the gym, one for pre-game, chill lofi beats for studying, etc

another one she likes to call her “cleaning/chores” playlist except half way through she ditches the work to dance and that’s how her place always looks like a tornado visited

she LOVES dancing by herself even if she has no choreo in mind, loves the feeling of her thick curls bouncing as she swings around,, eventually it evolves into singing at the top of her lungs to adele like she’s the one going through a divorce

I think her mom's music taste transferred to her by osmosis so anisa probably sings just as passionately to celine dion, dolly parton, backstreet boys, selena quintanilla,,, ooh ayanna holding baby anisa as they swing to si una vez around their small kitchen

twice stan bc i said so,, annie doing the likey dance in front of her mirror while dressing up in all pretty for a date she’s so cute,, do you think she can convince elowen to film dancing tiktoks with her,, I think tulsi would be down

thanks to @mauve-days I'm thinking of anisa trying to get elowen into kpop,, elowen secret loona stan

secret one direction phase,, she made sage and felix sign ndas to never talk about it

she makes the boys sit down for listening parties whenever taylor swift drops something new,, felix prints out the lyrics and brings a highlighter for his favorite parts, but sitting still for that long and trying to focus only on listening is difficult for sage so he just listens to the beat while doing something else, if it slaps he just *Ajayll vc* "lemme put a mark to it"

otherwise her and sage's tastes cross often (beyonce, britney spears, bad bunny etc) so she trusts him with the aux cord once in a while

him and Anisa exchange citypop recs, annie's more of a kikuchi momoko and meiko nakahara girl while felix enjoys mariya takeuchi and taeko ohnuki

i think she’d also really like hey violet

sage

embodiment of “songs i listen to with the boys vs songs i listen to alone,,” i like to imagine that the griefers’ main 3 share a lil van and they’re an absolute nuisance if you have to stop at the same traffic lights; their windows are rolled all the way down, volume all the way up, headbanging to... whatever the Boys listen to

but then he’s driving by himself on the highway in the middle of the night to unwind and his playlist is angsty shit,, nbhd, arctic monkeys, tøp, mr. kitty, fob, 1-800-pain, gorillaz, have a nice life, esp their album deathconsciousness the only one I actually know lmao

if he’s drinking his sorrows at home, his sad bitch hours playlist is the same but there’s also mitski, tswift (by anisa's recommendation),, some daddy yankee sprinkled in bc you gotta take a break n shake ur ass a lil before you go back to brooding

pov you're tulsi and you haven't seen your brother the entire day but then you hear crashing in the kitchen at 3am,, and there he is swinging around to Yo Voy, bottle in hand as he makes a bowl of instant noodles

ooo sage and tulsi jamming to lizzo like that scene in someone good 🥺 juice always makes me think of him

he’s a major simp for lizzo and doja ough

not that good with playlists actually he just stole anisa's sad hours playlist and made edits until he was satisfied,, however his sex playlist is meticulously crafted and felix hates to admit he listens to it from time to time

he’d enjoy weird cupcakke remixes; initially because felix hated them but at some point it just became unironic

also also i think if he actually tried he’d have a really nice singing voice

Rime

I don’t want to make any assumptions bc like i said my music taste is tragic and i’m willing to bully the main 3 with it but i feel like rime would haunt me if i try to slander him HOWEVER i am a firm believer in rime enjoying olivia rodrigo as a guilty pleasure

idk why I feel like he’d enjoy kesha, lady gaga, bad bunny,, anything that's party music or feels rebellious,,

random but i think he’d love going to raves

how do we feel about barb rime

...probably had the halsey/melanie/troye/p!atd phase,, but unlike felix i think he would’ve preferred death of a bachelor and twtl;trtd

also lana del ray and marina (esp the family jewels and electra heart),,

i feel like he had a crystal c*stles/ sidewalks and skeletons phase that almost passed, until sage once asked if rime summons demons to that music and now it’s his whole personality out of spite

i think he'd really enjoy alice glass, grimes, evelyn evelyn, princess chelsea, maybe billie eilish too

He Has Left Us Alone by silver mt zion but he refuses to listen to the songs individually, can only listen to the entire album in its original order, in the dark, when he wants to feel the religious crisis hitting him in waves

found an unexpected friend in tulsi as they both enjoyed metal,, except the only metal band ik is babymetal,, i still think the pair would love them

probably has a secret YouTube channel for piano covers

#this has been sitting in my drafts for so long if i get anymore ideas after posting i will scream #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath #anisa anka #rime solano varela #last legacy #fictif last legacy #fictif #last legacy sage #last legacy rime #last legacy anisa #last legacy elowen #last legacy tulsi #last legacy headcanons

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sativaasiren · 4 years

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Pairing: HawksxReader

Genre: hurt/angst

Summary: The dark side to dating a pro hero, and the secrets that divide. Reader has to find the courage to leave a one sideded relationship with Hawks. Inspired by “Tolerate it” by Taylor Swift.

Notes: This came to me one night so I had to get it all out while I remembered it. Might edit the story later and add more detail if I find it’s not fleshed out enough. For best effect, listen to “Tolerate It” by Taylor Swift while reading this fic!

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*I sit and watch you reading with your head low. I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed. I sit and watch you.*

(Y/N) was up late, writing furiously with reckless abandon. Things were probably illegible and impossible to read but she didn’t care. She had to get things on paper now while the feelings were spilling out. It was finally time.

*I notice everything you do or don’t do. You’re so much older and wiser and I..*

(Y/N) closed her eyes and thought back to all the memories, both wonderful and painful, trying to piece together how her loving relationship with everyone’s favorite #2 Pro Hero Hawks had soured into a resentful mess. She had been thinking about leaving for months, but today felt right. It was time.

(Y/N) chewed the skin off her lower lip while she started to share her side to their story with him through the letter on the desk. He was asleep in the other room, passed out on the small couch in their bedroom, and it gave her the chance to process in the silence.

*I wait by the door like I’m just a kid. Use my best colors for your portrait. Lay the table with the fancy shit. And watch you tolerate it. *

It wasn’t always this way. Keigo tried at first. He was always fond of big romantic gestures and small acts of servitude when he got home from a mission. You were always relieved when he came home safely, even if it was covered in bandages and hardly able to walk.

Hawks loved you in the best way he could, but it was not something he could maintain. He was not equipped to have a long term meaningful connection with another person, he didn’t even know how. Over time, he wouldn’t come home with flowers after a large mission away, he came home with a limp wave and headed straight for bed silently.

(Y/N) squeezed her hands into fists, forcing her tears back from spilling onto the paper. If she let herself feel too much, she wouldn’t be able to stop and she would be damned before letting him see evidence of your love on this letter. He can’t know you’re fighting the urge to stay. A bad relationship with Keigo was better than the bile that rose in your throat at the idea of seeing him with another woman, even if it might be too late for that.

Hawks seemed done with you too. You knew he had to be feeling the same as you. He never touched you anymore, not even when you tried to initiate some late night sex as a melatonin replacement. (Y/N) would spend her time at work and her time at home spent alone panicking. Was he with someone else? Why was he never home? He didn’t kiss me goodbye this time, is he coming back?

*If it’s all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it. *

(Y/N) had really gone above and beyond to win Keigo’s affection, playing hard to get and rebuffing his early advances. You had met him completely by chance. You had been running late on your way to work and jogging wasn’t fast enough to get you there on time. You took a sharp right into the alley between an old house and a quick mart. You should have been paying attention to where you were headed but had taken a brief glance down at your feet. It was just long enough for you to collide head-first into someone. The man grunted and took a fumbled step backwards.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m running so late!”. (Y/N) brushed at her soft blouse to push off any dust that might have gathered from the collision.

“Would you want a lift?” His voice struck a chord within her chest, resonating inside of her, but it was only a second before she connected the voice to the man. “You’re Hawks”.

He chuckled at your very astute observation. “I am. Do you want a lift?”

Who were you to say no to a ride with a pro hero and the fan favorite one at that? He wasn’t so bad to look at, but you had kept your gaze off of him. You knew once you started staring, you’d never stop. “Yeah, I’ll need one if I want to be on time”

Hawks didn’t wait for you to second guess your decision, he scooped you into his arms and jumped into the air. You suppressed a small scream in your throat. The scene in front of you caught your attention completely, the sky had never looked so beautiful before. The world felt small below you. You looked up to see Hawks laughing at your reaction. You were wearing all your emotions on your face and he loved every second of it. You were so beautiful with the wind in your hair and he wanted to make you smile. Hawks clutched on tighter and spun you through a loop. You grabbed the front of his jacket tightly and squeezed your eye shut and he kept laughing. Hawks started to descend. “Tell me which building is yours” he shouted over the wind.

You feebly pointed to the dark gray building on the corner. A small office that focused on finance, it was a simple job that paid your bills. Hawks lowered slowly to the ground and set you on the cement sidewalk. “Here we are!” Hawks was beaming at you, ignorant to the gathering fans scrambling to get a picture, entirely enraptured by you. “I gotta go but maybe I could give you another ride sometime, kid. See you around”. He saluted you with two fingers to the temple and headed boldly into the crowd. You stood still, watching him fade from view. Your heart was pounding, from the flying, you told yourself. Just the flying. You ran inside for work, couldn’t get another ride if you lost this job now could you?

Hawks met you outside of your office every single day that week, waiting for the chance to fly you home. You managed to refuse every day this week but your resilience was fading. How could anyone say no to him? He melted the hearts of every woman he spoke to and you were no exception. His goofy grin, the snarky comments, he seEmed so carefree and perfect. You punched out of your shift and headed for the front door, sure enough, he was waiting for you.

“Need a ride, kid?” He leaned forward with his hands in his pockets, watching your every movement keenly.

“I’m not sure. Do I?” You loved messing with him. You felt powerful, knowing that a refusal was uncommon in his daily life. He needed to be knocked down a few pegs and you were overjoyed to do it.

“I think maybe you do. It’s getting dark out and you shouldn’t be walking these streets alone.”

You pretended to be weighing out the options and once you felt you had toyed with him enough, you agreed. Hawks walked over and scooped you into his arms once again. All you could smell was his cologne and his warmth was so distracting. This time; you were more focused on him than the sky. He noticed. “You’re gonna have to tell me where you live, if that’s okay with you”.

You rolled your eyes and shouted the street address, resisting the urge to lie and get more time with him by giving a fake address. He nodded without looking down at you and made his way across town. After a few minutes, the ride was coming to an end. Your house was within eyesight and you secretly begged him to stay. Hawks headed down to the balcony on your place and gently landed next to the small white patio set. “Here were are. I’m going to have to start charging you cab fare , kid”

You gently smacked his chest as you got out of his grasp and regained your sense of motion. “Cab fare? If you start charging me, I’m going to want more than a one way ride”.

Hawks exhaled through his nose and leaned in toward your face. “What do you want?”

You reached out and grabbed the sides of his face, gently caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “What’s on the table?”.

Hawks returned the gesture by pulling your waist into his and kissing you softly on the lips. You pulled him into the kiss harder, tugging on the back of his head. He almost tasted sweet. His hands pawed at your hips through your clothing, taking your shape in. “That.”

That was almost 2 years ago now. It all seems so vivid and fresh in your memory. You’ve had Keigo on the same beautiful pedestal the entire relationship, the only art piece in your soul museum. He was everything. You made sure he knew that he was everything.

Keigo would leave on missions for 2-3 weeks at a time but you cleaned the house and kept things orderly for his return. You had stocked the house to the brim his favorite foods, bought small tokens of love that reminded you of him, and always made a hot meal hoping that today would be the day he came home.

As time passed, his enthusiasm for you faded. He looked almost sad to see you as his only welcome party after a particularly brutal battle. He was keeping secrets and Keigo knew that if he got close to you again, they would be found out. He’d rather come home to the girl he fell out of love with than to no one at all. Every mission had a hidden conquest, a one night stand, a warm body. He lost track of all the women and sometimes men he would bury his sorrow into. Nothing could fill the void in his heart, it had been there for so long, there was no fixing it. Hawks didn’t know how to fully love anyone including himself. He imitated those around him but it was fake. Hawks faked everything to match those around him. Blend in, do what they do, and maybe the feelings will follow.

You suspected he was hiding things. It took a lot of work to get a two sided conversation out of him. He was lying, even on points that didn’t need to be lied about. Losing track of what you knew and didn’t know, and hedging his bets.

“Do you even miss me when you’re gone doing God knows what?”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to plot out where you wanted this statement to go.

Hawks looked up at you from across the room and returned his gaze to the warm coffee in his hands, still steaming. “Only sometimes”

You thought you could handle this but you couldn’t. You stormed out and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Sliding down onto your knees and clutching the marble countertop, you crumbled.

*I greet you with a battle hero’s welcome. I take your indiscretions all in good fun. I sit and listen. I polish plates until they gleam and glisten*

(Y/N) scribbled on the edge of the paper, trying to get the ink working again. The words kept coming and coming.

*I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it.*

Hawks didn’t make it public knowledge but he drank, a lot. He would put on a big goofy grin and make jokes but they would start to get more pointed with every drink that followed. When he returned home from his last mission, he was already wavering and hammered. Keigo grabbed the doorframe to help himself inside and made his way to the couch. He didn’t even acknowledge you, nor the dinner you had set waiting for him.

“Keigo, I made dinner if you’re hungry?” You tried to ignore the foul smell of alcohol coming from him when he walked past you. It bothered you but you didn’t have the strength to fight today. You missed him. Why were you still missing him?

“I’m only home for a few minutes before i’m going back out. I have plans”. You grabbed at your wrist, holding back choice words and jealous thoughts. You didn’t want to scare him off.

“Oh okay, I was hoping to spend time with you today. Maybe later then?”

Keigo didn’t reply, just exhaled loudly. He knew you were being a regular girlfriend, but it bothered him. He was tired of this game they were playing, it had been going on for too long. Hawks sat up when his phone started to buzz on the coffee table. He snagged it up and looked at the message lightning fast and made his way back to the front door.

You shakily reached out towards his back and retracted your hand before he saw. “I love you, Keigo. Please be safe”

Keigo slowly smiled at you and replied with his usual comment. “Love you too, kid. I’ll see ya later”

*While you were out building other worlds, where was I? Where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire? I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. *

This routine had gone on for months, and you were complicit. It hurt less to know that Hawks wasn’t in love with you anymore and stayed with him than it would be to leave him behind. Keigo was everything to you. He was your protector, your knight, your hero, and he wanted to retire. You were selling yourself for a few pieces of silver and it was finally enough.

*Drawing hearts in the byline. Always taking up too much space or time. You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I*

You were going to run out of paper soon. You hadn’t planned well enough for this sudden rush of passionate communication. Your feelings perfectly wrapped in a bow. You also knew that time was running short, he would need to wake soon for work and you wanted to be gone by then.

*I break free and leave us in ruins? Took this dagger in me and removed it? Gain the weight of you then lose it. Believe me, I could do it.*

Over the last 2 weeks, you had methodically packed up your things from your shared living space and brought it to the new one you started renting in secret. If Keigo could have secrets, so could you. All that remains were the straggling belongings you saved to keep up appearances but they’re all in the suitcase now. It was time.

*If it's all in my head tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it*

(Y/N) dropped the pen softly onto the desk, leaving it with the scattered letter, and retreated from the room. She turned the corner towards the front door where her suitcase waited but hesitated. She wanted to say goodbye one last time. (Y/N) padded silently down to the bedroom at the end of the hall and slunk into the room. The tears she had been holding back this whole night came pouring out. Her courage was going to break. She clenched her fists and whispered softly “I love you, Keigo. Please be safe”. (Y/N) backed out of the room and returned to the door.

“Love you too, Kid. I’ll see ya later”. Keigo whispered to the empty room, wide awake. She was gone, and he was alone.

*I sit and watch you*

#hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hurt #no comfort #song lyrics #hawks fanfic

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ari-shipping-stuff · 4 years

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Monochrome Week 2020

Day Three - Fake Dating AU

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@monochromeweek

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The night was alive. Colorful lights pulsing like a heartbeat. Lively disco music pumping everyone up like an adrenaline rush.

Weiss usually scoffed at parties like this. Ugh. Dance clubs. So crowded. No oxygen. But surprisingly, she found that she could finally stop holding her breath.

Henry wasn't there, forcing her to dance. Or talk about him. Or stay at his side at all times because he had no life. She could bop her shoulders to the music in content freedom. Full-out dancing had always been Ruby and Yang's forte. Which was why she stayed back at the bar to talk with Blake.

They hadn't seen each other in nearly a year, ever since Blake transferred schools, which was a shame, considering that was the year their friend circle had formed.

Weiss was the tech-savvy one of them four. She kept tabs on everyone's social media (even if they didn't want her to) and had noticed several changes on Blake's account. She was never one to post selfies. Just pictures of cute cats and her dark academia. And even if she didn't post anything in months, Weiss thought her latest picture was something worth noting.

She took a sip from her Jack Frost, swirling it around to play with the ice.

"How's Adam?"

Blake nearly choked on her drink, coughing when she put it down.

"What?" she croaked.

"When were you going to tell us about him?" Weiss tilted her head.

Blake sighed, rubbing her temple.

"We lasted like a month, Weiss; there's nothing to tell."

Weiss raised a brow. "A month, huh? What happened there? You guys looked pretty sweet in that photo together."

Blake snorted. "He posted that one. Wanted the world to know I was his whore."

"Sounds bad."

"It was bad. Still is. I broke up with him, but he's just not giving up," she grimaced, downing a gulp of purple cocktail. "Bastard."

Weiss snorted.

Pause. Then—

"Your dad still brainwashing that Marigold guy?"

Weiss groaned, throwing her head back in frustration.

"He doesn't even need my dad to tell him to do stuff anymore. He just goes ahead and thinks I'm infatuated with him or something. You know, that 'hard to get' mentality or something."

"Yeah, I know the type." Blake replied dryly.

"You think they'd leave us alone if we got into a relationship?" Weiss snickered.

Blake snorted. "Yeah, maybe."

They settled into a comfortable silence then. Weiss accepted that statement as the joke it was supposed to be. But it began to resonate in her head. The more she thought about it, the more it began to make sense in its own ridiculous way.

"Weiss?"

"Hm?"

"What are you scheming in there?"

Weiss paused. She downed the rest of her cocktail.

".. What if we did?"

"What if we what?"

"What if we were in a relationship?" she said. "That would get them to piss off."

Blake raised her eyebrows, glancing away nervously. She bit her lip.

"I.. I don't know, Weiss.." she said. "Seems a little extreme, don't you think? A-And are we even sure it'll get them to leave us alone?"

"But it makes sense!" Weiss exclaimed. "You know they won't take our word for it, Blake. Neither of them will get the picture unless they see that we're interested in someone else."

Blake drank down the last of her Purple Rain, deep in thought. Weiss distracted herself with the lavender glitter on Blake's eyeshadow.

Blake pulled her phone out of her pocket.

Weiss raised an eyebrow. "What're you doing?"

"Texting Yang. My place or yours?"

"Wh-What?"

Blake glanced at Weiss, standing up.

"So we can plan." Blake said. "We'd have to start as soon as possible, right?"

Weiss blinked up at her.

".. My place."

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In all the years she knew Weiss, this was admittedly the first time Blake had ever been inside her room.

She thought it was regal-looking, to say the least. Perfectly cleaned. Icy white walls, silk curtains and sheets.. Like some ice castle.

Blake put down her bag, laying it next to the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. She looked back at Weiss, only to see her pulling up a large frame of wood from a nearby chest.

Blake raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really need that corkboard?"

"Of course, we do!" Weiss said. "If we're going to make a game plan, we're going to have to do it properly!"

"You mean, we can't just do PDA and act like.. I dunno, Qrow and Clover?"

Weiss would've laughed at the inside joke, if not the circumstances. Instead, she shot Blake a sour pout. Which was far from the desired effect.

"Blake, if we're going to sell this to the public, you need to be serious about this," she scoffed, spreading out her arms for emphasis. "Like I said, we have to do this properly!"

"I am serious!" Blake exclaimed, crossing her arms. "If you're so experienced about stuff like this, why don't you tell me what your 'properly' means?"

Weiss blushed furiously, jabbing a finger at Blake. She opened her mouth, as if trying to say something. But nothing came out. She didn't know either.

Blake just sighed, propping herself on her arm.

"I'm starting to regret agreeing to this." she mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Weiss cried, crossing her arms defensively. "I'll have you know, I'd make a great fake girlfriend if you were actually cooperating with me!"

"Uh-huh."

Weiss huffed, looking away, a pout on her lips. But her gaze found her clock. Then her expression softened. She punched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.

"We've spent all this time arguing.. My father will be home soon, and we don't even have so much as a first move!" she groaned.

Blake looked towards the white alarm clock, wincing. 10:50.

"Alright, look," she spoke up, surprising Weiss. "Let's say our relationship started off as a secret. Several months ago. And by secret—"

"—Not even Ruby and Yang would know." Weiss finished. She nodded. "Yeah, that'll work. Then.. We're going to make us public."

Blake pursed her lips. "I.. I'll ask around about you. Pretend I'm interested. Get people talking. Would that work?"

Weiss nodded, the tiniest of smiles forming on her face. It was a little infectious, prompting a grin from Blake.

"And," Weiss added. "There's a party tomorrow night. Ruby and Yang's place. It's a little less of your scene, but if we're seen dancing together or holding hands, it'll probably do something."

Blake nodded. "Yeah."

"That should be all we have to discuss now." Weiss said. "We'll think of more at the party, alright?"

Blake nodded, standing up. She reached towards her bag, only to have Weiss get there first.

Weiss raised her eyebrows, laughing lightly, handing it back.

Blake smiled a bit, glancing to the side.

"Looks like we never needed the corkboard, after all."

Weiss glared at her. "Just shut up and leave."

•

This was a slightly smaller party compared to last night. There were a few dancers in the middle of the living room. But mostly, people were in pairs or three's; talking in the corners. Fairy lights. Finally, some punch that wasn't spiked.

Weiss lounged on a bean bag with her usual group, in a circle on the couches they claimed early. But instead of contributing whatever bizarre shower thought debate was going on, Weiss just sipped on her punch, her mind far away.

"Hey, Weiss?" Ruby whispered. She sat on the couch right next to Weiss, so she only had to turn her head.

"Hm?"

"Did you and Blake talk much last night?"

Weiss already knew what prompted this question. Though it didn't stop her heart from racing.

"I guess so, yeah." she shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

"It's been a while, huh?" Ruby grinned crookedly. "Since the four of us were together in one place."

"Yeah," Weiss sighed, turning to check the door. "It was."

"So why'd you two leave early?"

Weiss flinched from the question. She took her time in answering.

"Winter got worried. She called and told me to come home. Guess Klein didn't tell her where I'd be." she shrugged. "Blake just wanted to walk me home."

Ruby's smile grew at that. "Mhm.."

Weiss raised an eyebrow at her best friend, who swirled her punch around the red cup with her evil 'I'm planning something you definitely won't like' grin.

"Ruby.."

"Yes, Weiss?"

"Ruby."

She only giggled. She put her elbow on the armrest, with her face in her hand.

"Blake just texted us last night. Aand she was asking about you."

"Uh-huh. And?"

"And—" she raised her voice, prompting the rest of the party to join the conversation. "— it wasn't just me and Yang, Weiss. She texted all of us! Right, guys?"

There were collective sounds of agreement around the table. Weiss rolled her eyes.

"And?"

Ruby groaned.

"Well," Nora interrupted. "She kinda sounded like she was interested."

Ruby stood on the couch, gesturing to Nora with extreme exaggeration.

"Isn't she with that Adam Taurus guy you told us about, Weiss?" Jaune piped up. "The one in her picture?"

"They broke up." Weiss replied simply.

"Looks like someone asked." Yang smirked.

"Blake's fair game now." Nora added, sipping her punch.

If one could drink punch slyly, Weiss was certain Nora was doing it right.

"And Henry Marigold?" Oscar added quietly. He recoiled at the disappointed expressions he got from the majority of the group. "Not that I like him.. It's just that he's been pining for Weiss even before I got here. Wouldn't he take action?"

"So you do believe Weiss and Blake are getting together?" Nora asked, jabbing a chip in his direction.

Oscar shrugged. "Yes? I'm not Ren."

"Hey!"

Weiss sighed. Thank their lack of focus. At least, she wasn't being focused on anymore.

But then, as if on cue, Weiss caught the distant sounds of door chimes. She spun towards the door, and there she was, nervously recoiling into herself. It might've been the fairy lights, but Weiss could've sworn her cheeks were alight with pink.

She was about to get up to get her until she heard the obnoxiously loud coughing from behind her. Weiss gritted her teeth, smiling sarcastically at the group.

"And I suppose Blake just showed up because she wanted to?" Yang teased.

But as it turned out, Blake didn't wait for Weiss. She found the group herself, especially with Ruby's frantic waving.

"Blake!" she exclaimed, her voice reaching up a few more octaves. She gave Weiss a knowing sideways glance. "What brought you here~?"

Blake twirled a strand of hair around her finger.

"Oh, uh.. Weiss invited me last night."

"She did, did she?" Nora raised an eyebrow, elbowing Jaune excitedly.

Weiss buried her face in her hands miserably.

"Anyway.." Blake continued awkwardly. "I hope it's no trouble if I just, uh.." she reached down and gently grabbed Weiss's wrist. ".. Borrow Weiss for a minute?"

Yang cleared her throat.

Ruby grinned encouragingly, reaching up to whisper in Blake's ear. Whatever that was, caused Blake's face to grow increasingly red. She didn't say anything else and pulled Weiss up.

"Come on, Weiss." Blake sighed amusedly, dragging her to the dance floor.

Blake gingerly put her hands on Weiss's waist, bringing an intense blush to the shorter girl's face. She could still feel the burning gazes of her schoolmates in the back, and so desperately wanted to ignore it.

A cold jolt went up her spine when Blake took her hands, bringing them up to her shoulders. Weiss raised an eyebrow at her.

Blake could only shrug, looking down.

"You were zoning out." she mumbled.

Weiss nodded, moving forward, so that their bodies were touching.

It was Blake's turn to give her a questioning look.

Weiss hesitated, but she shrugged as well, laughing a bit.

"We look like we're being forced to dance."

Blake nodded. "Fair enough."

They swayed in silence from there, perfectly content in not talking. After a few minutes or so, Weiss saw cameras flashing in the corner of her eye. They were doing this for the public, weren't they? To shove it down the boys' throats.

Without a word, Weiss leaned her head on Blake's shoulder, breathing in a musk of honey.

"Convincing, right?" she whispered.

Blake snorted, a soft smile on her face.

•

They left as the party lost its swing. Blake's old school would certainly have something to talk about tomorrow. Weiss Schnee, leaving her Prince Charming for an old sweetheart. If Blake's friends weren't attending said school, she'd have no reason not to despise it.

Instead of heading home right away, they decided the night was still young and went to a restaurant near Blake's house. They were both so focused on their so-called 'photoshoot' they forgot to grab a handful of chips on the way out.

Next thing they knew, they were laughing so hard, they were choking on their sandwiches.

"I can't believe you would do me dirty like this!" Blake mocked, barely containing her laughter. "Oh, god, are you sure you guys were never together?"

"News spreads fast, doesn't it?"

"Especially when Ruby and Nora are the ones spreading it." Blake chuckled.

Weiss grinned. "Anything from your side?"

Blake snorted, shaking her head. "Honestly, I'm almost scared for when he does."

"Why's that?"

Blake shrugged, smirking sarcastically. "Let's just say he'd be far more intense than whiny texts."

Weiss frowned worriedly, tilting her head. Hesitantly, she laid a hand on Blake's shoulder.

"Blake."

Something churned in the pit of Blake's stomach. Not in a bad way. Like light little flips. Flaps. Butterflies. But she couldn't wrap her head around it. Maybe it was something in the way Weiss could say her name like that. It soothed Blake easily. Even if just a little.

"I'm fine." Blake sighed, taking a mournful bite out of her grilled cheese. "He just texted me earlier this morning."

"He did?" Weiss murmured. "What'd he say?"

Blake took her time in answering, chewing ever so slowly. When she finally swallowed, it felt sharp.

"Just.. He called me out for avoiding him. Even though I explicitly told him we were over, he still thinks entitled to me." Blake growled. "He denied stalking me, manipulated me, and now he has the gall to say I'm overreacting? He's just unbelievable!"

Weiss felt her blood boil. This guy walked all over Blake, called her the bad guy, even after all that? She couldn't wait to meet this guy. If only to break his legs.

She carefully brought her hand to Blake's, gently stroking the back with her thumb.

Blake's eyebrows raised at the gesture. Instinctively, she stretched her fingers outwards, fitting them between Weiss's.

"I'd never do that.." Weiss mumbled.

Blake didn't know the thought process of that statement, but she appreciated it nonetheless.

Then Weiss's eyes snapped up, meeting Blake's gaze. But Blake was losing her mind. Noticing everything.

Her heart stopped. She could smell Weiss's faint vanilla and petrichor musk. The usually-invisible specks of indigo in Weiss's large, sapphire eyes were easy to spot. As well as the faded scar running down her left eye.

This was the closest they've ever been to each other. Not just in the physical aspect. This was just so much more intimate than the dance somehow. Blake felt close to Weiss and it was driving her insane.

"Thanks."

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this ended up being too long, which was why it took me ages to post. and this will also have a sequel on day five

though, this whole thing was my favorite to write ^^

— ari

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part one | part two | part three | part four

#monochromeweek2020 #day three #fake dating au #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #high school au #rwby #shipping #monochrome #checkmate

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reaperthegenius · 5 years

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Invisible Ties (Part 1?) - My Hero Academia AU

The monotony of a school day is a familiar feeling, one I almost missed, but not quite. Studying to be a hero at UA was a dream and every day was so exciting. I was happy just getting to be around so much talent and to learn what I would need to be a hero one day. Yesterday those days were put in my past when I got bumped to the general studies path for my lackluster performance. I thought I was improving, but for a second-year student, it wasn’t enough. Now I am back to monotonous school days and trying to fit into a group of people where I’m the odd man out. It won’t be easy going, but I’m determined to win my spot back in the hero course and in the meantime, I’m going to try to survive the general studies path.

I struggle to find my new classroom since I’ve never been to this part of the school, but it doesn’t take me long to get going in the right direction. Within a few minutes, I’m standing outside of class 2-G and trying to build up the confidence to walk in with my head held high. I take a deep breath and just as I reach for the door, someone comes barreling toward me in a rush to enter the classroom. I step back to avoid colliding with the student and he throws the door open to run into the class. Before I can begin to enter myself, another student comes chasing after the first and flies after him through the door. Maybe my school days won’t be a monotonous as I thought.

I finally enter after the boys to see them still running around the classroom. Luckily, the teacher quickly tells them to both sit down or risk getting detention. The threat of more hours spent at school stop both in their tracks and they sit down in their seats, but not without grumbling as they do so. I start to head for the teacher when she catches sight of me and calls me over.

“You’re our new student from the hero path, correct?” She asks.

“Yes, that’s me. I’m Shirayuki.” I tell her.

“Nice to meet you Shirayuki, I’m Ms. Adachi. I’ll be your teacher for the rest of the year. Once everyone shows up, I’ll have you introduce yourself to the class and assign you a seat. Sound good?”

“Yes. I hope for a good year under your care.” I say and bow my head slightly. I decide to wait near the door until the bell rings and I can be introduced to my new classmates. While I wait, I observe the people I’ll be with every day from now on. There are the two boys from before, one is a bit taller and has dark hair while the other boy is shorter with silver hair. They seem to have a playful relationship and there is a third boy sitting with them who seems a bit more reserved than the other two, but he still joins in on their banter. Sitting just outside the small circle the boys have created, there is a beautiful blonde girl who seems to be their friend as well, but she doesn’t seem very interested in their playful conversation at the moment.

I continue to scan the room and spot several groups of friends chatting before the school day officially starts. Almost no one seems to be anyone special which is jarring after spending over a year with the hero course kids who are all someone special. Looking back over at the dark-haired boy, he seems special in some way, though I can’t seem to place how. He doesn’t appear to have a quirk, but the energy around him feels different. I can’t seem to stop looking over at him until the bell rings pulling me out of my thoughts. Once the bell rings and everyone is in their seat, Ms. Adachi calls me over to stand next to her at the front of the room.

“This is your new classmate, take care of her. I’ll let her introduce herself.” She tells the class.

“Hello everyone, I’m Shirayuki. I’ll be joining your class from today on, please take care of me!” I say and bow at my peers. Most of my classmates yell out a quick hello before Ms. Adachi begins to speak again.

“Shirayuki, the only open seat is in the back beside Obi. You may sit there and if you need any school materials, you can share with Obi for today.” As I go to the back of the room to take my seat, I observe my new seatmate is the dark-haired boy from before. At least I know his name now and maybe sitting next to him will give me an idea as to why he seems so interesting.

I go to sit down and Obi leans over and whispers, “Do you need the math notes or textbook? That’s our first lesson for today.”

“I’m good, I have my own but thank you,” I tell him and pull my notebook and textbook from my backpack. I hold them up for him to see and open to the page Ms. Adachi wrote on the board after my introduction. We don’t speak the rest of the morning besides to share a textbook for English since we were using a different one in my previous class. When lunch comes, I decide to ask about sitting with Obi since he’s really the only person I know in our class so far.

“Obi, would it be okay for me to eat lunch with you and your friends? I don’t really know anyone yet and I would love the chance to get to know you more.”

He stops to think for a moment before answering, “Sure, why not? My friends could probably use the excitement of someone new to talk to.” He says that but thinking back to his morning chase I doubt I’ll be any more exciting than his friends already are.

We move to sit a couple of desks away closer to his friends who all sit right near each other. “Shirayuki is going to join us for lunch, hope that’s okay with everybody,” Obi announces to them as he takes his seat and gestures for me to follow at the desk next to him. “So, to introduce you to everyone. Zen is the resident rich kid with silver hair. Mitsuhide is the handsome guy who keeps me and Zen in check. And our lovely lady friend is Kiki, the most beautiful girl to grace UA’s halls, besides maybe you.” At that last comment, I feel my face heat up a bit, but I just laugh it off.

“Nice to meet everyone. Thank you for letting me sit with you guys, it’s kind of hard adjusting to being in a new class partway through the year.” I comment as I open my lunch box and start to eat like everyone else.

Zen is the first one to speak, “Nice to meet you, Shirayuki. It must be hard coming here like this. I am curious though as to how this happened. I didn’t think transferring into UA was possible.”

“Well, I didn’t transfer. I was originally in the hero course here at UA and I got bumped so now I’m in the general studies course. It seems I wasn’t performing up to the standards of a second-year hero course student. It kind of sucks since it was my dream to graduate from UA’s hero course, but now all I can do is make the best of my time here. I’ve also gotten lucky to meet such nice people already so that makes it a lot better.” I explain to Zen and the group.

“Wow, I didn’t know that was even possible but I’m glad I got to meet you because of it,” Obi tells me and smiles at me. I smile back at him and the conversation starts to drift into our interests and what we all like. I spend the whole lunch period getting to know everyone more and when lunch comes to an end, I’m sad to go back to learning. I want to keep getting to know everyone, but I have all year to do that, so I go back to my seat. I managed to finish the rest of the day out without any real hiccups and when it’s over, Obi asks me if I would like to exchange numbers and said he’d give me the other three’s numbers as well.

After exchanging numbers, we go our separate ways for the day. It doesn’t take long before Obi creates a group chat for the five of us after school and by the time, I go to bed that night, we’ve all been sending memes back and forth for hours. It’s nice to know that despite the sadness of my transfer to general studies, I’ve found friends who make me happy. I go to bed thinking about the friends I’ve made and all the things we could get into together.

The next morning, I awake to find texts from the group about making plans for the upcoming weekend.

Who needs a silver spoon when I have silver hair: So, karaoke and maybe hitting the arcade?

MitsuHottie: Didn’t we do that last week?

Who needs a silver spoon when I have silver hair: Yeah, but not with Shirayuki! Besides, karaoke is always fun!

Rogue One: I’m down, I’d love to see that performance of “Love Story” again! You’re gonna give Shirayuki a real show, Zen?

Who needs a silver spoon when I have silver hair: Why do I have to sing Taylor Swift? Why can’t you embarrass yourself in front of her? Be a good guy and let me keep my dignity for at least a little longer.

MitsuHottie: Did you have any to begin with?

Can and will kick your ass: I haven’t seen it since I’ve met him. Also, karaoke is good with me.

Who needs a silver spoon when I have silver hair: Oh, come on you guys! You shouldn’t gang up on me, I’m your friend.

Rogue One: But that’s what friends are for, mister

After reading through the messages I figure it’s time for me to respond and put Zen out of his misery.

Hero to Zero: I’m down with karaoke and I’d love to go to the arcade. I’m ready to kick some serious ass at air hockey. I’m excited to see Zen’s performance as well, seems like quite the show!

Once I send my response, I hop in the shower and get ready for the day. The school day was pretty much the same as yesterday and went by fast. The rest of the week followed suit and flew by in no time. It was time to get ready to hang out with the gang before I even realized it. I decided to keep it simple with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I quickly made sure I had everything I needed and headed out to meet everyone at the karaoke place.

Hero to Zero: I got here a bit early so I’m going to head over to the café across the street to wait for you guys.

Right after sending the message to the group, I run into Obi who also got here early it seems. “Want to go sit in the café with me?” I ask him and point across the road to the storefront.

“Sure, it’ll be nice to spend a few minutes just us. We haven’t really gotten much one on one time; it’ll be a good change of pace.”

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to just chill together for a bit. Let’s head on over.” I say and start off towards the café. Once we get there, we both order a drink and sit down for a few minutes to chat and wait for our friends.

“So, Shirayuki, how are you doing? I know we all joke around a lot, but I know it must be hard losing your dream. I just want to make sure you’re okay and let you know that I’m here for you.” That was a lot heavier of a conversation topic than I thought we would discuss, but I’m touched to know Obi is concerned about me. Maybe that’s why I thought he was special that first day, he has this warmth about him and despite him acting like he doesn’t want to get attached, he really cares about those around him.

“I’m okay, honestly. It has been hard on me but meeting you and everyone else has made this all so much better. I had no idea what I was walking into on that first day, but I met people who accepted me right away despite my shortcomings. I couldn’t have asked for better friends even though we’ve only known each other a week. Thank you for checking on me, it’s really sweet.”

“You’re welcome, I’m just glad to know you’re doing okay. I know what it’s like to not get to live out your dream. The other three don’t know this, but I originally applied to the hero course at UA. I took the entrance exam and didn’t make it through. I never really saw much in myself but for once I really wanted to try and I failed. It really hurt to only get into the general studies course but like you, I found some amazing friends there so it’s worth it.” Obi smiles faintly and I can tell he’s thinking about Zen and the others. He’s really lucky to have such great people at his side.

Obi starts to speak again, and he almost sounds hesitant as he asks me, “Can we keep this between us?”

“Of course, it’s your story to tell. I’m glad you trusted me with this, it’s nice to know we have a little something in common. I have to ask though, you never mentioned your quirk, what is it?” I ask him.

Obi looks around a second and gestures for me to lean in and he whispers in my ear, “Invisibility.” He leans back and grins at me. “It’s our secret though, you can’t tell anyone. The only people I’ve ever told were the school because I had to, I like to keep it under wraps in case I ever need it.”

“Makes sense,” I tell him and pull out my phone to check the time. It looks like our little heart to heart is over since it’s time to go meet the others. “Looks like it’s time, want to head back over to the karaoke place?” I ask and start to grab our drinks to throw away.

“Sounds good. Let’s go.” Obi says as he takes the drinks from me to throw them away and he heads for the door. I follow behind and as we walk over, I start to wonder how many more secrets Obi holds and when I’ll get to know them.

#obiyukibingo2019 #obiyuki #my hero academia au #this may have more parts later but I'm not sure yet

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essenceoflaughter · 3 years

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#it took me a while to put aside how upset i was with the (not all cops) of the last episode

My Top Posts in 2021

I’ve come to the very comfortable conclusion that D*ny stans = white feminists.

41 notes • Posted 2021-03-19 19:29:08 GMT

You know I don’t hate the Darkling. I like him, he’s an exciting villain even in the books (although I prefer show!Darkling over book!Darkling), but that’s an analysis for another day. There are, however, three things that bother me:

Some Darklina fans: some fans are great, they just like the villain 😏 (and bless their hearts they make the funniest content), but there are the other ones who just can’t take anyone talking about the Darkling and Darklina in a negative light. It’s suddenly, “why can’t you separate fiction from reality”, or “if you don’t like it, don’t talk about it”. And the things is, I DO LIKE IT. I want to talk about a villain I like in the story I like without gatekeepers coming with their pitchforks.

The strange Mal slander: I am convinced that this is a result of the US literacy rate and Americans lack of reading comprehension skills (I’m Arab and this is a running joke in my country). When people say he’s boring, I’m like yeah, that’s fair. But when people talk about how toxic he is I am lost. The worst thing he can be accused of is being a sexually active 17 year old.

Finally, the most heartbreaking for me: the hate towards Leigh Bardugo. All she said was that shippers are free to do whatever they want (as they should), but within her canon, she’s not going to pair Alina with some one who tried to enslave her (pretty fair).

I just wish there was more consideration in this fandom. Everyone is so active and lovely but I think it’s important to call out unkindness.

54 notes • Posted 2021-05-02 04:13:24 GMT

Me before the interview: abolish the monarchy

Me after the interview: ABOLISH !!!THE !!!MONARCHY !!!!

61 notes • Posted 2021-03-08 16:19:39 GMT

I don’t know how to explain to show!Dany stans how slavery/imperialism/colonization is a red line for a lot of us (meaning POC) EVEN in fiction. Anyway, fuck white feminists, viva intersectionality.

PSA for those who still don’t get it: DAENERYS. IS. A. SLAVER. How she sees herself doesn’t matter, it’s how her “free men” see themselves. She can’t be the breaker of shackles while simultaneously benefiting from the people in shackles!

97 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 20:40:19 GMT

“Saved me?” The Lhazareen woman spat. “Three riders had taken me, not as a man takes a woman but from behind, as a dog takes a bitch. The fourth was in me when you rode past. How then did you save me? I saw my god’s house burn, where I had healed good men beyond counting. My home they burned as well, and in the street I saw piles of heads. I saw the head of a baker who made my bread. I saw the head of a boy I had saved from deadeye fever, only three moons past. I heard children crying as the riders drove them off with their whips. Tell me again what you saved.”

This is a Mirri Maz Dur Stan account and THIS is the passage that made me give GOT a chance (I wanted to stop reading after the invasion of Lhazareen).

“Tell me again what you saved”. Chills, just chills.

239 notes • Posted 2021-10-23 21:28:09 GMT

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