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fearandhatred · 9 months ago

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Okay okay okay a word for leanne!!!!!

How about "ripe"? 💛

you're so sick for sending me this word right after i wrote my vore poem lmaoo /affectionate. anyway voodoo magic rapunzel plant, anyone?

it would do you well to be happy. it's what aziraphale hears from crowley's mouth most often, and what he repeats obsessively to himself most days now. it would do you well to be happy. it would do you well to be happy.

if water itself isn't wet, is it possible to not gain happiness from being happy? aziraphale would say so. apparently the act of smiling can trick a human brain into actually being happy, but he isn't human, and it doesn't work on him.

still, it would do him well to be happy. it would do them both well for him to be happy, for now.

the humans have a curious little fairytale: a story of a girl with long, golden, magical hair, borne of a magical flower that can heal. rejuvenate. immortalise. they would be delighted to find that something like that really exists. they would be delighted, and then they would weaponise it, as humans are wont to do.

demons too, as it turns out. not so different from humans, just with the added ability to actually create such a thing.

aziraphale isn't exactly locked in a tower, although this facade of freedom that he has might be worse. whenever he leaves the bookshop, free as he is told he is to do whatever he is told he fancies, crowley tells him it would do you well to be happy. remember what i can do to you.

aziraphale doesn't know exactly what the plant can do, magical-properties wise, and he isn't sure crowley knows either. more specifically, he doesn't know what the plant can do for crowley that he doesn't already have. but it wouldn't do him any good to ask. he's not sure he wants to know.

all he knows, and all he has to, is that his happiness fuels the plant's growth. that one day, crowley had, unsuspectingly, took out a piece of him like god had with adam's rib, and somehow tied his essence to that plant. and so it grows from his happiness. and so he dies if the plant does. and so if the plant grows to its fullest, he... well, it remains to be seen. it's just a little give and take, except it's all parasitic with no benefits.

it started with a seed, then a stem—just one—and a flower. it grew slowly, an inch every few years, and now the flower has bloomed. it isn't over yet, though, crowley told him. that's how he phrased it. not the plant hasn't fully grown, but it isn't over yet.

then, in the middle of the thriving, deceptively sunflower-yellow petals: a fruit. green with immaturity, inedible hardness. it won't always look like this, crowley told him, as if he were really the mother to a young and ignorant daughter, unknowing of how any of the outside world functioned. but they both knew better. i know, he said back, and smiled.

it's uncertainty that's more agonising than anything, even the certainty of agony. the last few days—there is no timeline to the growth of a magical one-of-a-kind plant, but anticipation brews in accordance with the law anyway—buzz with a flat sort of curiosity, morbid on aziraphale's part, or maybe the both of theirs. that depends on how much crowley cares about what happens to him. still, or maybe because of this, he goes about his day as he always does. when he comes back in for the final time each night, he casts a glance over to the plant by the fireplace. he's trained himself to look only once a day, only then, as if the plant is an inconsequential part of his life. each night there's nothing, and he's relieved, and disappointed.

he doesn't sleep, but he does retire, and it's a perfectly normal morning when he leaves his room to the faint aroma of tea awaiting him below. he pads downstairs and sits next to crowley on the couch, where he's slid a cup of tea across the small round table. steaming hot and with a cube of sugar, just how he likes it. when he looks up to murmur his thanks, the look on crowley's face stops him short. it's nothing out of the ordinary, the same golden eyes and face lines, save for the barely-there, malevolent smirk. aziraphale isn't stupid. he looks over at the plant.

and oh, look. the fruit is finally ripe.

#fearandhatred #fearandasks #fearandfics #wtf i typed this all out in my notes app at one go i did not expect it to be this long #i'd only ever written dark aziraphale before so why not some dark crowley for the soul #thank you for the word beloved <3 #okay goodnight! it's almost 7 am i'm cooked #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens fanfic #word prompts

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years ago

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Happy Anniversary, love! Although I knew you prior to my Top Gun: Maverick era, your blog was one of the first I followed once I joined this fandom. You also supported me when I decided to write fics within the TGM universe and I’ll always be grateful for that. Would you be willing to write a little something for Bob that involves a sweet summertime date? I know he would plan something thoughtful and memorable because that’s the kind of guy Bob Floyd is☺️💛

Katherine! You were one of my first Tumblr friends and I’m so thankful for you! From WSS to TGM, I’m grateful for all the men we’ve been able to thirst over together 😂

Summer in San Diego was shaping up to be magical.

Just a few months ago, you’d shocked your family and friends by making the uncharacteristically spontaneous decision to leave your comfortable and safe life on the East Coast behind in favor of a life full of unknowns and adventure in sunny California.

Considering it had only taken you three weeks after moving into your new apartment to meet Lieutenant Robert Floyd, you couldn’t say you regretted that decision in the slightest.

One of the girls who lived in your building had a cousin who worked on North Island, so she’d invited you to tag along with her and her friends one evening for a girls’ night out at The Hard Deck. You hadn’t been there for more than an hour when you locked eyes across the bar with the most handsome man you’d ever seen in real life.

Evidently, you still had a little bit of that uncharacteristic bravery left inside you because after finishing your drink, you mustered up the courage to go up and talk to the cute officer who had snagged your attention. And you found out that not only was he the most attractive man you’d ever met, but also the sweetest and most gentlemanly, too.

The two of you spent the whole night talking, stepping out onto the deck so that you could hear each other better. You learned that he was a naval aviator stationed as part of a special squadron at TOPGUN, and he listened attentively as you told him all about your sudden cross-country move.

“So you’ve never been to San Diego before?” Bob asked curiously, nursing the Diet Coke he’d been sipping on all night.

“Never,” you replied with a smile, shaking your head as you looked up into the bluest eyes you’d ever beheld.

“You’ll need someone to show you the sights then,” he said a little shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted from foot to foot.

“Mhm, I will,” you nodded, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you watched a blush extend from his cheeks down to his neck.

“I mean, what kind of a guy would I be if I didn’t offer to show a lady around?” Bob questioned, smiling nervously as he looked into your eyes.

You’d happily given him your number, and from that night forward, Bob had been making it his personal mission to show you every inch of San Diego. Just last weekend, he’d surprised you with a drive to La Jolla, where you’d been delighted to see a beach full of seals close up.

Today, since he had the day off from work, Bob had told you that he was taking you out for the afternoon, but he hadn’t given you much details beyond that.

“You can wear whatever makes you comfortable,” was all he’d said. “Oh, and maybe put on some sunscreen.”

Excited but nervous, you’d settled on a pretty yellow sundress and a pair of sandals that were easy to walk in. When Bob called you to let you know he was outside your building, you snatched your purse and a pair of sunglasses and hurried downstairs to meet him.

Standing outside his car, Bob beamed when he saw you, hurrying to open the passenger door so that you could slip inside.

“You look great!” he told you as he slid behind the wheel, eyes widening and cheeks flushing when he realized what he’d said. “I mean, um, that’s a really nice dress. Very…yellow. You look like sunshine,” he stammered, growing more anxious by the second.

You just smiled, charmed by his shyness. “Thank you, Bob,” you said, resting a hand on his arm. He smiled back at you in gratitude. “So where are we headed on today’s adventure?”

“Ah, now that’s top secret information,” Bob replied, eyes twinkling as he glanced over at you. “I’m afraid you don’t have the necessary clearance, Sunshine.”

The nickname slipped off his tongue easily, and the air between the two of you sizzled with a thick tension that you could cut with a knife.

“Would that be my call sign?” you teased softly, breaking the silence that had descended in the car.

“Yeah,” Bob nodded with a smile, taking a breath. “I think it suits you.”

You’d been so distracted by the conversation that you hadn’t even noticed where Bob had been driving until he suddenly made a turn into a lush and verdant park, greenery and flowers everywhere as he drove along a winding road.

“Oh!” you exclaimed brightly, pressing your face against the window. “What is this?”

“Balboa Park,” Bob explained with a grin, driving for a few more minutes before he found a parking spot. “The San Diego Zoo isn’t far from here.”

“Is that where we’re going?” you asked curiously as Bob came around to open your door, ever the gentleman.

“Not today,” he shook his head, smiling as he took your hand and helped you to your feet. Hurrying around to the trunk, he quickly pulled out a large picnic basket. “I hope you’re hungry,” he said, suddenly looking worried. “I realize I didn’t say anything about us getting lunch, so I understand if you already—”

“I’m starving,” you cut him off, grinning as you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Good,” Bob sighed in relief, smiling down at you. He hesitated for a moment, but then reached for your hand and guided you towards an open, spacious field, where he set the picnic basket down underneath the shade of a tall tree.

“Oh, Bob, this is so wonderful! Thank you!” you cried in delight when you saw the spread that he had prepared—sandwiches, a fresh summer salad with strawberries and apple slices, homemade lemonade, and some cookies for dessert.

The two of you spent the next hour talking and laughing together on Bob’s picnic blanket. It was so easy to talk to him. You found yourself revealing things about yourself to him that even some of your closest friends back home didn’t know.

“So how are you feeling about San Diego?” Bob asked, sliding his glasses up his nose. “Do you think it could be home?”

“Most definitely,” you smiled, shifting closer to him. “I’m especially fond of the people.”

Bob reddened at your words, his blue eyes widening behind his glasses. “Oh—oh, yeah? Any people in particular?”

“Mhm,” you breathed out, leaning in and brushing your lips against his. “My tour guide has really been making me feel at home.”

“Sunshine,” Bob breathed out, gently cupping your face in his hands.

“I want to be your Sunshine, Bob,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his.

“That’s good,” Bob grinned, pecking your lips softly. “Because I want that, too.”

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thelittlesorceressbg3 · 2 months ago

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While I’m in “waiting for patch 8 to start a new run” limbo, I figure I can start posting Waverly and Gale’s fic here in the meantime! (Accompanied by some old azz screenshots) It’s far from perfect, really it’s more self indulgent than anything else, but a handful of y’all like reading about Waverly which I think is really cool. 💛

The Little Sorceress; The Chronicles of Gale & Waverly

Baldur’s Gate 3, Gale x Tav

My writing contains the usual stuff; strong language, crude humor, the occasional sex and violence but mostly fluff. Basically just minors DNI.

Chapter 1: Folly

As Waverly and company approached the goblin camp, the pungent smell of smoke and body odor violated her nostrils. A mere couple of weeks ago she never would have pictured herself preparing to take on an army of goblins. She was back home in her tower in the upper city, supposedly being sheltered from the dangers of Faerun. Real well that worked out; ever since having a cursed tadpole lodged her brain she’d fought off bugbears, harpies, ogres, gnolls, and even shadow druids.

Not that she particularly minded, she rather liked the company she picked up along the way. She became fast friends with Karlach, Astarion was kind of a jerk but at least he was funny. Shadowheart was slow to warm up but even she had started to come out of her shell. But the companion that surprised Waverly the most was the pompous, self absorbed wizard. At least that’s what she thought of him when she first pulled him out of that rune. It seemed as though the man never stopped talking about himself, and when he wasn’t talking about himself he was taking jabs at sorcerers for not being “studied” in magic. But that face…that face almost made up for all of it.

Over the short few weeks they’d been traveling together they exchanged more than their fair share of banter. She’d actually come to quite enjoy it. She even came to find his endless rambling and anecdotes more and more charming. Until one day Gale pulled her aside to confide in her about a “condition” of his, wherein he needs to absorb strands of the weave through magical artifacts. Maybe it was just her naive, trusting nature, but Waverly was happy to help him ensure his arcane hunger stayed sated. In exchange for her assistance, he offered her magic lessons to help her learn to control her wild magic surges.

As they trekked toward the sanctum Waverly stole a glance at the disheveled, brunet wizard who walked beside her, reminiscing on the other night when they shared a moment of magic at camp, channeling the weave and allowing their thoughts to connect. Seeing his features in the warm light of the weave that night, she couldn’t keep the thought of going in for a passionate kiss out of her head, projecting the image straight into Gale’s mind. Unfortunately this resulted in a very flustered Gale scuttling back to his tent, and the moment of magic was gone. But as he scurried away, she could swear she saw his lips curl into a smile; did he…like it?

Waverly couldn’t deny her feelings anymore, but she could not for the life of her gauge if the feeling was mutual. God knows she’d spent the last few days trying. In Karlach’s own words, “Fucking wizards, man.”

Upon infiltrating the camp, Gale slowed to a halt, clutching his chest.

“Time for another artifact?” Waverly turned around.

Gale nodded. “My condition dislikes being ignored as much as I do, I’m afraid.” He forced a small smile through the hunger eating at him from the inside.

Waverly pulled out her pouch she had lovingly labeled “Gale snacks” and reached in to pull out the silver necklace they had found at the shrine to Selune inside an owlbear cave. She handed Gale the amulet, Astarion wincing behind her knowing it could have fetched them a half-decent chunk of gold.

“Thank you.” Gale said with a relieved sigh as he absorbed the artifact into his chest. A sight Waverly wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to. He deflated with a deep breath, but this wasn’t the usual sated sigh. Something was wrong.

“Gale?” Waverly queried.

Gale looked at her with an expression of pure terror. “Good gods. It hardly has any effect. Listen, I need to speak to you, to all of you. It would be unconscionable for me to remain silent.”

“Go on, you’re among friends.” Waverly smiled up at him.

“I may be about to remedy that. I’m what one might call a wizard prodigy, who from a young age could not only control the weave, but compose it. Such was my skill that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself. The lady of mysteries. The goddess Mystra. She revealed herself to me and became my teacher. In time, she became my muse, and later even my lover.”

Waverly felt her heart plummet into her stomach. Did he say lover?

“Are you telling me you made love to a goddess?” Waverly managed to choke up the question.

“Oh, yes.” Gale smiled. Why did he have to say it like that? “But as inconceivable as it is to me now, I shared a bed with a goddess, and yet I wasn’t satisfied. I sought to prove myself worthy to her instead.”

Oh gods make it stop. Waverly’s heart couldn’t bear to hear much more of this.

“As for what happened next…” Gale got down on one knee, reaching out his hand. “Here. Place your hand over my heart. Let me show you.”

Waverly's heart skipped a beat as Gale took her hand and pressed it against his chest. The tadpoles connected them and Waverly was whisked away to what appeared to be someone’s study, a comfortable scent of dusty old books and lavender filling the air. The room was horribly messy with scrolls, parchments, tomes and potions scattered all over. The fireplace crackled, in front of it sat two armchairs with a bottle of wine between them. There wasn’t a square inch of the wall that wasn’t covered by books. Before she could make out much more, a man excitedly ran through the door and over to his desk, tome in hand. Despite his clean shaven face and combed back waves that barely reached past his ears she recognized his features in an instant. His chestnut brown eyes, his big, slightly hooked nose, even that shit-eating smirk. She was in Gale’s memories.

“Mr. Dekarios, I am begging you to just leave this alone and put that book back where you found it. You have nothing to prove to that woman!” Gale’s tressym hissed from her perch.

“You worry too much, Tara. A lesser wizard would have reason to practice caution but I think Mystra’s chosen can handle a little ‘lost magic’.” Good to know he was just as cocky back then too.

“My little love, when have I ever given a beholder’s behind that you’re MYsTra’S cHOSEn?” Tara mocked.

The young (well, younger) Gale laughed through his nose as he unlocked the clasp on the tome, and before he could even turn a page the book flew open, out of it erupted a strand of magic unlike any Waverly had ever seen, blacker than black. The mass forced itself into Gale’s chest and she witnessed as he fell to the floor, desperately tugging at his clothes as this dark magic burned right through them, letting out the most blood curdling scream Waverly had ever heard in her life.

“GALE!” Tara screamed, her back arched and her hairs stood on end.

This was no mere memory. This was a nightmare. She was left with the image of Gale’s body sprawled on the floor of the study, scars charred into his chest running all the way up the side of his face. His cheeks were wet with tears as he heaved. As a terrified Tara placed a paw on him, the vision faded and Waverly was back in the present.

“How are you still alive?!” Waverly gasped.

“Thankfully the moment I absorbed the fragment wasn’t enough to kill me outright. This orb is balled up inside my chest, and it needs to be fed. Were it to fully destabilize, I would erupt. Given my studies of netherese magic, even a fragment as small as the one I carry would level a city the size of Waterdeep.”

“You thrice damned rotten BASTARD!” Lae’zel hissed words of pure venom. “You’ve been the greatest threat to our lives ALL this time!!!”

“I swear to you I wasn’t!” Gale defended. “But I have no choice to admit I am now. I know all of this must feel like a betrayal. Say the word, and this shall be where we part ways.”

“I care too much about you to abandon you now, Gale. We travel on together.” Waverly assured him.

“That is…a great relief. A great relief indeed. From all my new rallied heart, I thank you. I thank you all. I understand if you stand against me; I’m humbled if you stand with me.”

“Of course.” Waverly gave a quick nod as she began to walk past the party. “We should get moving. We’ll want to set up camp before it gets too dark.” She took the lead in hopes no one would see her face on the verge of tears.

A goddess. He’s slept with a GODDESS. How was she ever supposed to compete with that?

The party found a secluded corner of the sanctum to set up camp for the night. On a normal night Waverly would either be at Karlach’s tent hanging out, or at Gale’s tent reading and having wine together. But tonight she didn’t want to see anybody; she didn’t even join the others around the campfire for supper. She found her own corner of camp away from everyone to have a good cry.

Her nose sniffled and she hugged her knees close to her chest. She had never felt so stupid in her entire life. What could a remarkably plain mortal, who’s never even been kissed much less laid with anyone possibly have to offer a man who shared a bed with a goddess? One with a disgusting scar going down half her face, nonetheless.

She touched her face as she remembered her own folly that earned her that scar.

Waverly’s mother, Farryn, was a high elf and a noblewoman in the upper city. Waverly never knew her father, but she knew he was a human; a sorcerer somewhere in the lower city who visited Farryn’s court one day, and the two were immediately taken with each other. But just as taboo as it was for an elf and a human to be together, someone of nobility could never be with a commoner, so their love was kept a secret. But when Farryn fell with child, they couldn’t keep their secret for much longer. Farryn had to choose between her status and her lover. He begged her to leave her life behind and come to the lower city to be with him. But for whatever reason, she told him no. She chose her title over true love.

But Farryn also understood if word got out she was pregnant with the bastard child of a commoner, it would ruin her. She hid her pregnancy well under thick, layered garments, and her staff were sworn to secrecy. She gave birth to a little girl with sunshine blonde hair like her father’s, and gold eyes of her mother’s. When Waverly was born, Farryn loved her dearly. Almost obsessively. She had always wanted to be a mother, even if the circumstances weren’t what she had in mind. Her daughter was a part of her lost love she still had, and she intended to keep her along with her status safe at any cost. Waverly would be her secret from the world, never to leave the tower walls.

Whenever Waverly would ask if she could leave the tower, Farryn told her the world was too dangerous, and staying in the tower was how she kept her safe. But Waverly wasn’t convinced. There was a whole fantastic world out there. She’d read about it in books, seen it in paintings. One night, the view of the city lights beckoned her from her tower like a moth. All it took was a few simple transmutation spells. But Waverly would find the real world wasn’t like the stories.

Being a pretty young girl alone in a big city at night puts a rather large target on your back. It didn’t take long for a couple of Zhentarim traffickers to snatch her up off the street.

“It’s a shame she’s not a full elf, but she’ll still fetch a decent price. She’s got a cute face.” She heard them talk as one tried to bind her hands, the other holding a knife to her throat. They must not have been the brightest traffickers for trying to bind a sorceress’s hands.

“ARDE!” She cried as she cast burning hands, the ropes went up in a blaze, the man’s dagger dragging across her face as he drew back. Her flesh sizzled inside the cut; iron. Of course it had to be bloody iron.

She expended every last bit of energy to transmutate herself back to her tower, falling right at her mother’s feet. The scar over her eye and cheek had already burned shut.

Farryn looked at her daughter in horror. “Didn’t I warn you what was out there…” her hauntingly quiet growl was far more terrifying than being yelled at would have been.

Waverly’s salty tears burned as they glided over the open wound on her face. Before things escalated any further she rushed into her mother’s embrace.

“I’m sorry, mother. I’ll never leave this tower again for as long as I live. I swear.”

Waverly wished she was back in her tower now. Away from the darkness, and selfishness and cruelty of the world. Away from the heartbreak. And then she heard the clicking of shoes walk up next to her. She looked at the ankles and could recognize the purple pajama pants and slip-on shoes anywhere.

“Karlach slammed my book shut on my fingers and told me to ‘stop being an idiot and come talk to you‘.” Gale massaged his knuckles, implying his hands still hurt. “Did I say something?”

“No.” Waverly quickly wiped her eyes.

“Then why are you crying?” Gale’s eyes widened, his eyebrows drooped.

“It’s nothing. I’m just being stupid.”

“Your feelings are not stupid.”

“I am stupid, Gale. Stupid to think you could feel the same way about me that I feel about you. How could I ever compete with a goddess? Look at me!”

Gale stared into her eyes, mouth agape. “I am looking at you. Waverly, you’re beautiful.”

“But you won’t touch me. Or kiss me.”

“You think I don’t want to? With my condition as volatile as it is, I fear any undue excitement may tip me over the edge.” Gale crouched down to her level, making a few incomprehensible old-man noises on the way down. “I would be a fool not to. You are more kind, courageous, and selfless than any goddess. I’ve seen you stand in front of a crossbow, save a little girl from a viper, fight off a band of harpies to rescue a little boy. When I confided in you about my condition, you didn’t think twice about helping me, where my supposed “lover” who could have used her powers of divine intervention to help me in my moment of greatest need did nothing more than cast me aside like a broken toy. Your desire to help everyone is your greatest strength, so much so it’s no doubt going to land us in trouble one of these days. It’s one of the things I like most about you.”

Waverly giggled as she attempted to dry her golden eyes. “Well, don't stop now. What else do you like about me?”

Gale took her hand in his, his thumb ever so gently caressing her palm. She’d never noticed how rough his hands were. They were almost like leather, singed and calloused, no doubt from all the years of practicing magic. “Were I to recite that list I fear we’d be here until dusk tomorrow. Many things, I assure you. But a conversation better saved for another time.”

Waverly still wished he would have attempted to go in for a kiss, but his sweaty, shaky palm said all there was to say.

“Now,” Gale pulled himself off of the ground. “Don’t think I was going to let you skip supper. Come on, I’ll make you a plate before the cook pot gets cold.”

Waverly pulled herself back to her feet, a smile on her face. She knew their toughest battle on their journey yet awaited them tomorrow, but suddenly, she felt like she could do anything.

Wanna keep reading? All the available chapters can be found on Google Docs! (I’m in the process of moving over to AO3)

#gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #galemance #bg3 #gale x tav #bg3 fanfiction #thelittlesorceressfic #gale fanfic

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 1 year ago

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Patchy my love, my life, my dearest dear. I'm here to to look at your books of old. I'm not sure which to pick, so perhaps you have a recommendation for me?

Hello Nemo, my most darling adventurer of the deep. How wonderful it is for me to see you here! I can see that you are wanting to join in on the celebrations of my little shop, and for that, I am forever grateful - after all, where would I be if it weren't for consistent patrons like yourself.💛

And I am more than happy to help you choose a book from my many shelves, we wouldn't want you walking away with one you weren't too keen on or one you simply would not like.

If you will allow me, I would love to give you one of my favourite as a token of my thanks and friendship 🔮

Your breathing was labored and all you could hear was the sound of the wind rushing through your one beautifully styled hair as you made you way passed the polished marbled and stone floors the castle was made of; the heavy skirts of your dressed bunched in your hands as you stumbled about trying not to lose the speed and distance you had created.

What you were running from, you could not recall – at least not at first – for your mind was still locked in a haze, one of from realm far from this, of reading upon inked words on a page. The loud chiming of the bells around you, signalling the twelfth hour of the night, urged your forward as epinephrine ran through your blood. The more rang that louder it became within your ears, the ringing filled your senses and made you almost delirious to what their call meant to you at that moment.

That you had to leave.

To run and hide away from the man who was following after you, one whose stride far outmatched yours and was gaining on you with every step. For if he caught up to you, who knows what would befall upon you should be find out the truth – that you were not a fair maiden, perhaps akin to a visiting royal, but a mere servant stuck to serve those who would never appreciate you as you deserved.

‘He could not know, and he would not know.’ That was the mantra that ran through your mind as you made a mad dash back to where your horse and carriage were, to try and leave behind this world of polish and beauty, of odd serenity, and to go back to where you belonged.

For this world was only meant for you for however long the magic spell cast upon you deemed it fit. A blessing given to you by a haggard woman begging for your aide, one that transformed before your eyes and for kindness she would gift you one in turn. She turned your worn clothes into a beautiful silver gown, the mice at your feet into beautiful steads, and the old pumpkin that you were to harvest into a grand carriage. To finish it all, she adorned your poor bruised feet, ones that barely knew comfort, glass slippers – ones only meant for you.

She then wished you well, helping you to gather your skits and place you within the coupe she so graciously gave you, to enjoy the night at the grand ball the royal family had been hosting; the event you could not attend given your low station and lack funds for a decent dress.

You had never known such luxury, nor the privileges it gave or how much better those around you acted to your presence with it. For the moment you stepped out onto the lustrous marbled floors of the palace, the people within it treated you like you were their own; with warm smiles and murmured words of flattery instead of rebuffs and scoffs you had grown accustomed to.

You even got to meet the Prince.

Something so wonderous, so out of your world that only in your deepest dreams could you conjure meeting him, that you couldn’t help but gape up at him as you tired to stutter a response; shying your head downward after a moment in embarrassment.

Though it seemed merely charming to him moreso than irritating, if his reassuring laughter was anything to go by as he took hold of your gloved hand and brought your knuckles to his lips “I am Prince Thorin, a son in the House Oakenshield. And I must say you have caught me by surprise.”

It took you a moment, swallowing down your nerves as you tried not to become so overwhelmed by his gesture or closeness to you, before you managed to squeak out “A-and why is that, your highness?”

“I know every maiden in my court, and those of neighboring lands, and yet I have not met you” He replied, standing to a more full height, though still slightly crowding you as his voice took a more hushed tone “Though, I would like to.”

His charming smiling made your knees buckle, as you struggled to breathe; that little hitch in your breath made his grin wider as he leaned down closer to you, “Would you allow me a dance?”

And who were you to say no? Who were you to try and tear your hand away from his as he gently coaxed you towards him and the throws of people gliding so effortlessly to the beautiful tones the musicians made. You were nothing if not someone being swept up in a grand romance, one you have only read about – you would be a fool, and call yourself such, if you didn’t allow yourself to be lost in it all as you fell in the warm embrace of his arms the whole night.

But such foolishness is why you were in this such a state now. Dishevelled and exhausted as you cursed yourself for not paying more attention; for not properly heading that mystic woman’s warning of when the magic she had casted would wane. Now here you were scurrying away like a rabbit in a chase as you tired to make it out of the castle and back home before your horse and carriage, before your façade, would be taken away.

Though in your haste you lost your footing. With a strangled cry you fell down the few stairs that you have been rushing down. Though you were grateful for the plush fabric of your dress to help break your fall, your ankle still ebbed and flowed with fresh pain as you struggled to get back up.

“My lady! Wait, please!” You heard him call out as he appeared before you at the top of the very grand staircase you had just cleared.

With him so close you could not bring yourself to go back to the glass slipper that had fallen from your foot in your stumble; instead having to leave it behind if it meant saving yourself from the embarrassment of him finding out the truth.

Though you wished to keep both slippers for future use, you were grateful for the small distraction to gave to Thorin to allow yourself time to get into your carriage, begging for your footman to hurry for time was running out. Sighing in slight relief once the vessel had begun it’s movements, but that sigh of relief was quickly turned into a sharp inhale as you watched as watched as royal guards upon their steeds, raced to chase after you.

Over hill and yonder they gained upon you, as your magic began to wear off. Your footman blinking between the fox he was before, your poor horses one by one turning back into mice as your carriage was slowly shrinking back down into the pumpkin it once was. Quickly you were careening into the stone path before you as you held your breath over the impact of the grassy hill upon you….

With a sharp breath your body nearly jolted out of its skin as you felt a warm hand rest upon your shoulder; you looked up to see the kind peddler who had allowed you respite here and allowed you to read a book that had caught your eye before purchasing it.

“Sorry…’ You managed to say between labored breaths, closing the book in your lap with a small thud as you began to stand.

“Never apologize,” She smiled kindly, helping you stand upon your own two feet “I very much like when my patrons enjoy the trinkets and novelties I provide.”

She pushed the book she had given you further into your hands as her smile grew wider “And I can tell you like this story~”

I do hope you are aware that what you read may be nothing more than ink on a page. As well, I do hope you know that I am not a shaman who will trick you with visions and nothing more; that the items I give are real as the ground beneath your feet.

Suppose all this to say, that he may have been chasing after you in a fairytale, that does not mean that a man like him is not chasing after you - pining after you. In fact, I would not be surprised if you ran into him after leaving my shop 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

#AAHHHHH NEMO!#i do hope you like this love!#apologies again for the delay #i do hope you like this for I had a lot of fun writing it 💛#🔮.the peddler's one year event #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit thorin #thorin x reader

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runnning-outof-time · 5 months ago

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Hello, K! I know that it took me absolute forever to ring up a request in your ask box but I've finally gathered my thoughts for just the right one! I took the idea from your prompt to help me with my requesting! I was wondering if you'd feel inspired with this.....

— peppering their face in kisses w/ Tommy Shelby?!

Ah, I found this absolutely adorable!! 😍 it's so cute to me cause all I ever dream of is covering and peppering Tommy's face with kisses so finding this prompt was just more than perfect it tied in all so magically. And might I add this one dialogue that sparked up all this creativity in the first place......"Can I kiss you all night with, Tommy?" 🤭

I'm very excited to see what you'll come up with how it's all gonna come together to life! You can put it however you like! Have a lovely day & thank you ever so. Sending you all my love xo. 💋

Hi M! Thank you so very much for your incredibly kind words!! I deeply appreciate them!! 🥰

I’m sorry that this has taken months to respond to and I’m sorry that it’s not being responded to in the manner you were hoping, but I cannot write this request.

I will keep it in my back pocket though — it might actually fit well with an idea I’ve been churning around for the last month or so. I might see if I can fit it in there somehow and I’ll most certainly credit and notify you if I do use it.

I hope you understand 💛

#asks answered #request #k’s clearing her inbox out

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artistnerd24 · 11 months ago

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Oh gosh I’ve been forgetting to check my notify again .-. apologies

THANK U ROSEY FOR THE TAG, I REALLY LOVE DOING THESE AND THESE ARE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PICK-ME-UPS ❤️

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

Uhhh… it’s a cute photo of me in 1st-grade during Christmas and I’m not really comfortable sharing it 😅

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Definitely chocolate, I got a sweet tooth that will never extinguish :3

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

My parents and family call me a shortened version of my name and my internet nickname was just Nerd cause I never really had online friends but since joining Tumblr I’ve now become Anii :]

🎵 Last song you listened to?

Nangs by Tame Impala! Not my favorite song of theirs but I was in a mood for it

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

Uh I made 2 so far and one of them I didn’t even finish because the character it was focused on confirmed her death and I no longer had motivation due to sadness (qJaiden 😭) and I haven’t had time to make more yet but once I’m done with exams, I’ll try to either continue or make something new!

😏 Are you on discord?

No sadly, I really want to though!

💛 Do you have any piercings?

Like Rosey, my ears are pierced :D

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

For me it’s how I see them acting with friends because a friend group and a person’s role in it tells me a lot about their interests, what they lean towards, and just in general what kind of person they are. Sometimes it isn’t really accurate but I’m not really good at reading people 😅

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Euuhhhh… I feel like I would be a ginger cookie but I’m not sure

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

AURGHH I LOVE BOTH BUT IF I HAD TO CHOOSE ONE AS A PET IT WOULD BE DOG, I’M SORRY CATS, I LOVE YOU TOO

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Earbuds for the same exact reason as Rosey (it’s a struggle for the visually-impaired 😭)

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

“Highlights (now the rest in Ukrainian ->) are just the most important or exciting clips.” (I know this is weird but me and my dad were searching for the replay of round 2 of a tennis tournament we watch and he said to click on the choice that said ‘tennis highlights’ and he doesn’t know what highlights are so I just explained it and them left him to find it by himself cause I had to unpack)

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

There is a rock or sculpture on Mars that resembles a human face.

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Night owl definitely! It’s much as I complain about lack of sleep, I constantly can’t and then I just stay up and then wake up with back pain 👍

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

I can’t nap for the life of me but I am always most comfortable in my bed so there 🙃

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

Uhh… so far, I’m just straight but I know things change when you get older so who knows but right now I’m pretty confident that I’m not gay (still support anyone who is though ❤️)

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

Nerd. Alien. Cartoon.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Sweats are so comfy, I love jeans too but sweats are my thing you know

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

I don’t really go to Starbucks often, when I do I just get anything that has chocolate or peppermint 😅

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

Yellow, 2nd grade ruined it for me

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

… Probably my stuffed animals (If I had to choose one then my rabbit since it was one of the first I’ve ever had and I’ve had it for almost a decade)

☕ Coffee or tea?

Tea tea tea tea tea tea tea tea tea tea :3

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Elasmotherium sibiricum, or a Siberian unicorn 🦄

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

Just started in December so 6 months :D

🌴 Desert island item?

A working phone will cellular data for an emergency call get me off the damn island before I need to worry about surviving

^Yeah what Rosey said 😅

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

I think space/magic is normally what I go for with pastels mixed in at times

🔮 What’s your dream job?

I really do not know. My possibilities over the last 3 years fluctuates from computer programmer to astrologist to quantum physicist to director of an animated show to storyboard artist and then constantly switching so idk

💙 Relationship status?

Single pringle who is not yet ready for a relationship <3

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

Umm probably jean jacket or those long coats with baggy jeans… I don’t really know, I don’t have good fashion sense

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

Many but if I had to list one then Two Time by Jack Stauber

🤎 What color is your hair?

Brown!

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

Yeah ofc!

💄 Do you wear makeup?

… no but I think I should start too…

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

I don’t know, I have a really bad memory

💞 @ your favorite blog

Just one?! No no no no no, I’m doing multiple…

@elkyralt @sunnyside-sunset and @bloodpen-to-paper (<- feel free to tell me if u don’t want to receive these :])

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

#mutuals

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mbsanandreas13 · 4 months ago

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So since today is the final show of the entire tour of the greatest tour of all time, as we live all the greatness of the tour one last time tonight! I really wanna take this time to celebrate and commemorate the time, magic and the greatness this tour has brought to us in the past two years! 149 Shows, 53 Cities, 45 Songs, 19 Countries, 11 Eras, 6 Continents and 3 Hours of a nonstop concert, that’s what makes up this whole tour that has brought happiness, joy and magic to everyone including swifties too! The power this tour has to the world, in every way, to our hearts and emotions as well! Throughout the time of the tour, taylor has made everyone have the time of thier lives and the nights that we won’t be sleeping. From swifties and people singing along to Taylor, trading friendship braclets, and even to dressing up as Taylor and even to the eras as well! And for Taylor, the three hours she has for every show, she has the most fun on stage, singing and dancing and even slaying in all the outfits and eras. She always brings the fun to the tour, from the 22 Hat giveaway, the champagne problems ovation, the surprise songs and even the vigilante shit chair dance as well!

All of those memories Taylor and swifties have given us will forever be remembered in our hearts. As we are closing the book on the greatest chapter of Taylor and the eras as well tonight, this tour will forever go down as the greatest tour of all time. Thank you Taylor, the dancers and the whole crew who have come together to make this magical tour happen and that we will forever remember for the rest of our lives. We don’t know what will happen if this tour never existed but we are happy it does. I was so happy to go and part of it as well and experience the magic as well. I’ll forever remember my eras tour show for the rest of my life along with everyone else! I’m excited for what Taylor will bring for us tonight and even into the next chapter as well! 🤍

Thank You Eras Tour!

💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤💖🤍🤎💙🩶

#taylor swift #taylors version #the eras tour #ts eras tour #Spotify

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horseshoegirl · 1 year ago

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Set Me Alight: Part 2 - Abracadabra

📜Hey, All 💛I didn't intend for there to be a gap between this part and the last, but I had to take some time away. Unfortunately and sadly, my grandmother passed away two weeks ago. She had been ill for some time, and I had been helping to support her care at her home since I last posted.

Anyway, thank you all for the support on the first part!!! I love how you all have taken to Midge! I've changed the lineup a little bit as I decided to make this its own part! It's like I said, I'm just letting my mind take me where it wants to go for this one!

❗️+18, Strong Language, Enemies to Lovers, Original Female Character, Short OFC, Bradley Bradshaw x Natasha Trace, flashbacks to college, strong language, insecure Midge, Alcohol, Halloween, mentioning stereotypes and pranks (scaring someone).

#3.6k Words

Part 1 | Masterlist | Part 3

*THAT Morning Four Years Ago*

It wasn't one of Natasha's brighter ideas. No, it was probably one of the most foolish things she could have ever come up with since deciding to come live with you. But you suppose, in the end, you understood why she wanted to do it.

Your shared apartment off campus was ideal for this type of thing. Away from prying eyes, away from campus security and the head of the dorm rooms. It belonged to your Aunt, once a warehouse now completely renovated into an industrial apartment. So Space was never an issue and you had no neighbours, hence why she wanted you to stay here as you completed your fine arts degree - every college frat boy and popular girl's dream come to life.

It was also probably one of the reasons why Nat came up with this idea, wanting to get you up and out of your studio long enough actually to meet people. If you weren't going to detach yourself from a paintbrush, from your school notes, she was going to take matters into her own hands and bring people to you.

Halloween became her perfect excuse to do just that.

When she broached the topic of throwing a party one night as you stood in front of a massive canvas, you immediately wanted to throw your painter's palette at her head. Take college and a party on a night where anyone had any excuse to dress up as who they wanted and drink whatever they wanted to spooky season-themed music and put them together?

A terrible idea. Plain and fucking simple.

It warranted trouble and unnecessary drama. Drama you wanted no part in. These things always got out of hand without meaning, too, and you knew someone would manage to hook up in either one of your bedrooms or even the bathroom before the night was over. Or passed out drunk on the floor.

She didn't protest when you said no. In fact, she left it alone for the rest of the week.

Then came the subtle bribes.

A cup of coffee in a new Halloween-themed mug was in her hands as she woke you up one morning to ensure you'd make it to class on time. When you came home from working at the campus art store, there was a new set of black and orange acrylic paints sitting on the kitchen island. She had even planned a Halloween movie night - Practical Magic and Rocky Horror and Beetlejuice - with all the fixings and morsels of candy you could eat.

She asked you again two weeks to the day. While you were slightly more willing to agree that it might be a nice idea, you were still cautious about having a party... particularly about who she would invite.

While she might have left her sorority after all that drama, Nat still had friends in that community she was close with. Friends, you were positive, talked shit about you behind your back without really knowing you. The question of why Nat would befriend someone like you was probably the main course for the dishing of gossip.

Bradley would also come, which you didn't mind whatsoever. You liked him, and he treated Nat well. But Bradley's presence would warrant an invitation to his friends - literally the entire football team. And their friends. And their girlfriends.

Your answer was the same.

"Still no."

But the bribes didn't stop there. No, they extended into multiple drives to Party City while saying the two of you could go to the big art store on the corner of Brant Street - the one you always said you wanted to go to but never had the time. It was in the Amazon orders that showed up at the door, and it was in the pack of Lime White Claws she'd bring home from the liquor store. It was the playlist full of instrumental Halloween covers, almost always on repeat as the two of you studied together.

Nat had been conditioning you to give in all along, slowly wearing you down while she prepared for the eventual, forthcoming yes.

When you finally figured it out, you were mad. Mad that she would do something behind your back like this and think she could treat you like that. But it didn't last long. Instead, you came to the realization that maybe she had been missing the social interaction that came with living with a sorority. That she had been missing her friends. She was living here now, and despite your best efforts, she still needed to know this place was hers as much as it was yours.

Maybe hosting a Halloween Party wouldn't be a bad thing after all?

The morning of the party, you had woken up early. Earlier than Nat. It was still dark out as you dragged the many boxes of supplies and decorations out into the living space. You had thrown a few pieces of rolled-up fabric over your shoulder and tossed them into the big armchair once you figured out what boxes held what decorations. The first box had the string lights the art department had loaned you, and when you opened it up, readying yourself to untangle the monstrosities, you had the surprise of your life: uncovering a realistic spider thrown into the mix.

Curse the bloody art department for playing a prank on you.

When Nat finally got up that morning, sunlight now streaming through the windows, she was welcomed to the sight of said lights having been strung along the ground, ready to be put up and hung from the wall. She had to step around carefully and through the wires, worried about stepping on a light bulb, as you had aligned them all with the wall sockets, already attempting to daisy chain the hell out of them.

"Maeve?"

"Over here!" you called out.

Nat followed your voice down the hall, only to find you standing on a ladder, plastering the stripe of LED lights into the edge of the wall and ceiling. The piles of fabric had been pooled on the top step, and she figured out you were attaching them at the same time as the lights, letting the material fall down the wall to create an interesting ambiance for tonight.

"This is..." she trailed off, looking at all the boxes and materials you'd spent your waking hours organizing. You turned on the ladder, holding on to the edges of a black piece of fabric.

"It's a lot, I know," you quickly answered her. "But you told me to go crazy with decorations, and I am an artist."

"It's not that..." she trailed off, reaching down to scoop a handful of spiders into her hand, letting them fall back into the box. "I'm just wondering if we should have started yesterday."

You placed your hands on your hips, eyeing her carefully. "We couldn't have. You had that test, and I had that art project to finish."

You may have gone overboard for a simple Halloween party. But you wanted this to be special... and you ever half-assed anything in your life if you could help it.

"We can manage, don't you think?" you tried to convince her, turning back to hook the piece of fabric in your hand into the ceiling.

Nat reached into the back hem of her sleep shorts, finding her phone plastered up against the skin of her back. "Nope, I'm going to call in the cavalry."

"The cavalry?" you questioned aloud. The second you let the black fabric fall to the ground, you realized who she was talking about.

"Oh, no way!" you shouted out, immediately stepping down from your advantage point to stop her from sending that text. Already, Nat had stood in the process of writing out said message when you hit the floor. You cursed yourself for leaving out so many tripping hazards as you raced to stop her.

"As much as Bradley would help because you asked him to, all the other guys on the team are going to scoff and laugh and not see the worth in something like this!"

Nat only laughed at your protest, hitting send and holding her phone out of your reach as you lunged for it. "You clearly don't know them like I do."

"No, I don't," you argued back, trying to swipe at her phone, hoping once you managed to get it, you could hit resend on the message before Bradley saw it. "I'm a small geek of a person that doesn't do all the popular group shit. I'm not even in their league!"

"That's not true, and you know it!"

Nat used your height to her advantage, holding her phone high above her head, well out of your reach. You even tried to jump, but Nat quickly saw what you were attempting to do. "Maeve, stop it," she chided playfully but with an undercurrent of seriousness. "You always sell yourself short. Those guys aren't the judgmental jocks you think they are. You need to meet people! Mingle!"

Giving up on the battle for her phone, you dropped your hands to your hips, cocking your eyebrow. "Really? Sell myself short?"

Nat grimaced, dropping her hand. "Sorry, poor choice of words."

You weren't mad. Not really. Cause the second you dropped your hand, you lunged, successfully grabbing her wrist only to peel her phone out of her hand.

"Maeve!"

You knew each other's passwords, so getting into her phone wasn't an issue. But it was too late. As you went to swipe for the message, there, on her screen, was a reply from Bradley.

We'll be there after lunch <3

"Shit!" You shouted out, dropping your head back on your shoulders. With your eyes closed, you held out her phone, urging her to take it back. She stood there with an amused smile on her face, crossing her arms as she took you in.

"It's not going to be that bad, Maeve."

"You don't know that," you cried out. "I don't want our place to turn into some frat house blowout."

"Frat house blowout? Really?" she laughed, taking her phone back from you.

"You know what I mean."

You finally opened your eyes hesitantly to see a soft expression across Nat's face. Her optimism was infectious, one of the many things that drew the two of you together as friends. It brought you back to that moment in time when the two of you realized that in that small corner of the library, you'd have to pull an all-nighter to get your assignment done.

It was that same face staring back at you, wide and hopeful, asking you to trust her.

"The football team isn't that bad. It's only Bradley's friends who are coming to help out. I promise they will behave and at the first sign of trouble, or the first art diss, they will have to answer to me, okay?"

You bit your lip, working the soft flesh hard between your teeth. "The first art diss, I don't care, I'm unleashing my wrath."

Nat punched the air dramatically, her eyes sparkling with excitement and sheer amusement. You shook your head, wondering if you were going to come to regret this.

"Besides," she added causally. "A lot of them are single?"

You grumbled out a string of words, stomping off as best you could with the lights in the direction of your room, willing whatever you needed to get through the rest of the day would grace you with its presence.

Nat was still laughing when you slammed the door.

—

"You got your costume ready?"

You smirked at her words, knocking her shoulder as she sat next to you on the couch. You teased out, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

All had been forgiven once you remerged from your room, realizing that maybe a little help wouldn't be such a bad thing. The feeling didn’t last long, though, your head now full of completing thoughts such as, “They are not going to like me,” and “They are going to fuck up your decorations so bad nobody is going to want to come back.”

Maybe your guests will get too drunk to notice.

Nat smiled at you, all toothy and wide. "Maeve! You spent hours at that sewing machine. And here you were, so against having a Halloween party. Come on... I know you... you're excited!"

Hiding your emerging grin, you shook your head, pinning another spider into the fake cobwebs. "It's an art cliche, according to your standards."

She pouted, handing you another handful of the tiny black things. "Just tell me, please?"

Cupping the creepy fake things into your hand, you regarded her sad expression with a shake of your head, knowing you'd have to give her a little bit of detail if you wanted to get out of this one without completely spoiling the surprise.

"It's orange and inspired by a piece of artwork. That's all I'm going to say on the matter."

Nat dramatically stopped her foot out of good fun, making you chuckle.

"You're the one who didn't want to take that bird art history course I recommended. The orange would have been a dead giveaway."

"If it's anything like the dress you helped me make for mine..."

You shushed her, handing her the cobweb so she could put it in one of the boxes next to the couch.

The two of you were trying to organize the decorations for what you wanted into boxes and spread them across the apartment to make it easier for the guys. The hallway to your bedrooms, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living space, everything save for the things you wanted to tape to the ceiling and the lights, all had multiple piles.

After you finished with the cobwebs, the two of you decided to cut lengths of streamers and start taping them to the ceiling in intricate patterns. Standing on a ladder, you reached out for a couple at a time from Nat, who was handing them to you with ease. You had your earphones in as you worked, as did Nat, who routinely counted out the same lengths of black and orange streamer each time.

She suddenly tapped you on the leg, and you twisted on the step, pulling out an earphone.

"I'm going to make sure the drinks are ready for when the team arrives."

You waved her off, pushing the tiny device back in, hearing nothing but music as you stretched to pin the end of the streamer up against the junction of the wall.

You worked for a little bit more, alternating between the orange and black material, hoping it would look like what you pictured inside your head when all was said and done. That was until you felt another tap on the outside of your thigh.

Twisting on the ladder, you half expected to see Nat handing you another cutting of orange streamer. Only, you came face to face with Bradley, way too close for comfort, a shit-eating across his face. You shrieked, and the action was enough to make you lose your footing on one of the higher steps.

Unfortunately for you, you lost your grip on the side of the ladder, and you flailed out your arms in some last-ditch attempt to save yourself. Your eyes instinctively slammed themselves shut against your will, and no matter where you flung your arms out to grab onto something, your arms only cut through thin air.

It happened in a matter of seconds, and you were hopeless to do anything but fall.

Awaiting the impact of the hard floor, you stocked up, bracing yourself for the pain. Instead, you were surprised when you hit a pair of soft, strong arms, your body being cradled sideways across a massive chest.

It took you a second to realize there was an actual hand gripping your waist. And another holding your legs. The grip is tight, and whosoever arms you in, they feel secure, protective even. You even go as far as to say the chest you're pressed against is also reassuring, the sensation of firm muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt expanding and contracting against your body grounding.

With the knowledge you weren't going anywhere, nor were you falling to your demise, you opened your eyes up to the face of your timely saviour. But it wasn't the outline of his nose or the sharpness of his cheekbones that drew you in. It wasn't the colour of his hair or the smile stretching across his face either. It was, to a pair of eyes, the greenest shade you had ever seen.

His mouth was forming words, but you couldn't hear what he was saying over the music blasting in your ears. Panting hard, you shifted in his arms, leaning down so he'd set you back down on your feet gently. Your fingers trailed down his arms, feeling the strong muscles flexing underneath your touch as you regained your footing.

You pulled your earbuds from your ears, gasping out, "What?"

"He said I shouldn't kill one of our hosts," Bradley pipped up from behind you, fiddling with one of the remaining balls of the streamer.

There was a quip forming somewhere in the back of your mind, readying itself to be unleashed on Bradley. Something along the lines of, “You don’t say?” or the more vulgar, “What the fuck were you thinking scaring someone on a fucking ladder?” but they never came.

You were too entranced by the man currently standing in front of you, a self-assured smirk across his face.

“Thank you,” you managed to exhale instead. The man dramatically bowed, holding out his hand palm up in a grandiose gesture that reminded you of a gentleman from a period drama. Still leaning over, he lifted his head, the same smirk still plastered across his face.

“Jake Seresin,” he offered coyly. “Your saviour.”

You laughed softly, trying to stop the shake in your hand as you reached for his. “Saviour, huh? Are you in the business of saving women from falling off ladders?”

Jake's reply came with a twinkle in his eye and a soft squeeze of his hand, "Just the pretty ones."

Warmth spread across your cheeks, and embarrassment flooded your chest. You hoped the blush wasn’t too noticeable or that your pulse wasn't jumping out of your throat.

“Oh, don’t fall for his charms, Maeve. I mean, he has some redeeming qualities, but Casanova here is hardly worth a catch,” Bradley remarked with a casual smile, catching the ball of streamer he tossed up only to throw it at Jake.

Jake’s hand flew up, grabbing the flimsy material effortlessly somewhere behind you. Standing there, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach as he brought his hand between the two of you, handing it to you. You took it without bothering to look at his hand.

“Maeve,” he rolled the name off his tongue. “You don’t hear that name that often. It’s that Irish?”

You opened your mouth to reply with something about how it literally meant, ‘she who intoxicates,’ when Nat suddenly turned on a speaker, the apartment literally sounding like something out of a nightclub to remixed Halloween music. She ran towards you, and Bob, Ruben, Javy, and Mickey were on her heels. The second she was within arm's distance, she hooked her arm through yours, calling out, “Shots!”

You shot Jake a desperate look, mouthing, “Help me,” as you let Nat drag you away from him. Jake chuckled, following the pair of you to the kitchen with Bradley making a grab for the hair on the back of his head, successfully pulling him into a headlock only to mess up his hair.

Nat let you go when the pair of you reached the counter, making for the tequila first before Bradley. As the others crowded your kitchen island in search of a drink, Jake placed a gentle hand on your back, guiding you to the empty side of the counter. He seemed at ease as he carefully swiped two tiny red solo cups from under Nat's nose as she started taking orders from the rest of the group and placed them down on the counter.

Jake reached for the bottle of whiskey and held it out between the two of you. He shook the glass bottle, making the brown liquid slosh around.

"Wanna shot?"

You nodded once, watching admiringly as Jake expertly twisted the cap and poured out two shots into the tiny red cups. From behind his frame, you could see the pumpkin Nat and you had carved a few nights ago into a Jack Skellington face, silently judging you. Setting the bottle aside, he handed you one of the cups, and you fought with yourself not to fumble it.

He held his up as you let your hand remain frozen mid-air, a toast on his lips. But somebody shouted out, "Wait!" and Jake dropped his hand, turning to face them with a scowl.

"Everyone get over here!" Nat yelled out, pulling you away from Jake by your arm again before you could even utter a thanks. She made sure everyone gathered around in a circle with their chosen drink in hand before she lifted her cup up high.

"Cheers!" she shouted. Everyone mocked her shout, lifting all the tiny cups up to hers. The plastic crunched as they touched, liquid sloshing over the sides. Your laugh echoed Nat's as your hand became soaked, and on the opposite side of the circle, your eyes caught Jake's as he grinned at the sight of you.

You smiled right back, never taking your eyes off him as your lips met the tiny rim of your red solo cup.

She doesn't hate him yet!

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kingsofeverything · 2 years ago

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Thank you to anyone out there who’s read anything I’ve written, left kudos, commented, or messaged me to chat about anything I’ve written. I appreciate you so much 💛

🟨Remember Me Before You ~294k .E. Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers. A New Girl AU.

🟪Spring Fever ~4K .E. Harry’s finally out of the first trimester. He and Louis celebrate.

🟦As You Wish ~25K .E. Harry wished Louis free, and life hasn’t been the same since. Written for @onedirectionbigbang

🟥Southern Comfort ~5K .E. Girl!Direction. At a lavish engagement party thrown by her fiancé’s family, Louis meets what seems like a millions aunts and uncles and cousins, but only one stands out: Harry Styles, a gorgeous brunette in a red dress who makes Louis blush like she might catch fire. Written for @wankersday.

🟩Uh oh, it’s Magic (when I’m with you) ~7K .E. Everyone Dreams eventually, and everyone’s Dream is different, but all Dreams have one thing in common: They send the Dreamer on a Quest to find their Magic. It’s been months since Louis started his Quest to live as a hermit in a cave in the middle of the woods and he’s not about to let some new guy disturb his hermitage. Written for @1dastroficfest

⬜️Just Pretend ~90k .E. Louis Tomlinson is a divorced dad who doesn’t date. What free time he has, he likes to spend with his teenage daughter, and if he wants to take someone home, he does it when she’s spending the weekend with her mom. Then he meets Harry Styles, another divorced dad with a teenage daughter, who convinces him it’s a good idea to pretend they’re dating to keep their kids happy. Written for @1dsilverfoxfest

🟧honey, honey 100 words .NR. a villanelle style poem and drabble inspired by the song “Daylight” and written for @harryshouseficfest

🟨Late Night Talking ~50k .E. Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago. Written for the @1dreversebang based on the prompt and gorgeous gifs by @deludedandlostcause

🟦Midnight ~10k .E. “Alphas are for fucking and pheromones,” Louis said during their first conversation, when he was moving into the building and Harry offered to help haul boxes up the stairs. “I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own groceries.” Louis relented when his Omega friend Zayn intervened and asked if he was also capable of moving his couch by himself. All Harry’d wanted to do was be a good neighbor. Now, here he is, half a year later, balls deep and four months into a no strings attached, sex only situation with the Omega of his dreams. He’s still not sure how it happened.

The rest of my Annual* Writing Self-Evaluation is under the cut:

It's been a weird year for me w/r/t fic writing! I wrote my longest fic so far by very much a lot. It was a labor of love and for most of the 8ish months I was writing it, I was feeling very down about my skills and writing in general, but I was having fun with turning New Girl into a larry fic, so I carried on, and I came out the other side ok I guess?

I modded our yearly @wankersday fest and the @harryshouseficfest despite promising myself I'd only do wankfest, and the stress of it solidified that decision lol. No more modding for me (except wankfest).

I wrote 9 fics this year, the lowest number of fics per year since my first year writing, and I posted my first ever fic in October and still wrote 5 fics that year. 6 of my 9 fics this year were for fests. That's more pressure than I usually like to put on myself, but I survived, and here's what my year looked like:

Number of stories posted this year: 9

Word count posted this year: 490,127

Stories with the most:

Kudos: Remember Me Before You (713)

Comment threads: RMBY (656)

Bookmarks: RMBY (605)

Work you are most proud of (and why):

Remember Me Before You my New Girl AU, more than twice as long as the next longest thing I've written, it's really just a love letter to the show. Posting it as a WIP while I finished the last bit was daunting because it's the first time I've done a WIP that wasn't complete before I started posting, but it was so fun! The comments fueled me and I loved chatting with you guys as it was going. Some of you were already New Girl fans, some hadn't seen the show, some starting watching it because of my fic??? it was an experience!

Work you are least proud of (and why):

Uh oh, it’s Magic (when I’m with you) for the @1dastroficfest. It was tough to get started and I think I tried like 4 different ideas for that prompt (The Hermit tarot card), but then Megan @homosociallyyours was like 'what if you took it very literally' and thankfully that worked! This was the first time I've ever been legitimately worried about meeting a deadline.

A favorite excerpt of your writing:

I'm never any good at picking snippets. I usually ask Nic @louandhazaf to assist, but this is part of a snippet I posted earlier this year, so... this is from Just Pretend, my older, divorced larry meet and decide to fake a relationship for their kids fic for @1dsilverfoxfest

According to his mom, he started flirting at two days old, and he’s only gotten better over the last forty-five years. Harry's had about that long to earn a doctorate in dimples. He wields them as he moves closer, pressing his chest against Louis’ palm and lifting his left hand to cradle Louis’ jaw. Cool despite the heat they’ve borrowed from his body, the touch of Harry's rings sends a shiver down Louis’ spine. His heart beats harder as he leans in.

Louis’s never been a fan of tequila, but the sweet, peppery liquor is hardly perceptible under the taste of lime on Harry's tongue and the swirling, spicy scent of his sweat, deodorant and cologne. Three in the morning is only marginally cooler than midday and after working all night, Louis is damp with sweat and beer and he smells like it. Thankfully, Harry doesn’t seem to mind. He cups the side of Louis’ neck, fingertips toying with the ends of Louis’ silver hair, tickling and sending a thrill through him as he inches closer.

Grabbing hold of Harry's hips, Louis shifts his stance, stepping one foot between Harry's and sliding a hand around to splay across his lower back under the blousy hem of his half-buttoned shirt. Tilting his head, their noses bump, and Harry pulls back, wet lips parted, panting. Louis hardly has time to breathe before Harry guides him into another kiss, holding him so tightly that his forearm presses between Louis’ shoulder blades while his hand cups Louis’ neck.

Hunching over Louis, his other hand tight on his hip, Harry bends him backwards—dipping him as if they were dancing—and Louis gasps into Harry's mouth. Hungrily, Harry sucks kisses over Louis’ jaw, down his neck to the hollow of his throat, dragging plush lips over the rough two-day beard Louis hasn’t bothered to shave before setting Louis back on his feet.

Share or describe a favorite review you received:

i can't pick one. i'm terrible at picking favorites! but i will say that every person who read rmby as a wip and commented as they went, you guys are the real mvps of my 2022 fic experience.

A time when writing was really, really hard:

all year. no joke. and i know it seems stupid to say because i've posted almost half a million words this year, but i struggled to enjoy writing for much of this year. deadlines really fuck with my head, so i'm hoping to avoid those next year

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

my entire fic for @wankersday in may. it's my first ever time writing girl!direction so i was very nervous and the whole thing surprised me while i was writing it and it continues to surprise me whenever i remember it exists

How did you grow as a writer this year:

idk man. i wrote a kid fic! and i wrote girl!direction. so that's 2 never before things in 2022

How do you hope to grow next year:

tbh i hope to grow in my ability to experience fomo and live with it. i hope to continue to strengthen my ability to say no lol. i'm only planning on writing for wankfest this year, so who knows what'll happen

Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

nic @louandhazaf is always in this spot. she's my #1, my best friend, the other half of my brain, and the only reason i write

Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

doesn't it always? though tbh nothing specific i can think of at the moment

Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

just write. and listen to @roseanddaggerpodcast :D

Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

i am going back to school in january, so fic writing is being bumped way down the list of my priorities for 2023. like i said above, i only plan to write for @wankersday in may, but tbh idk if i'll be able to. Other than that, I’m looking forward to recording @roseanddaggerpodcast

Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)

well, i drafted this post weeks ago lol and since then i've been tagged by @larryyouknow @jacaranda-bloom @louistomlionson @allwaswell16 @haztobegood @louandhazaf @chai-hat-tea @larrysballetslippers and i'll also tag

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*All answers should be about works published in 2022

#my fic #2022 #year in review

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polydeuces · 3 years ago

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Beautiful Feeling

Matthew gray Gubler x fem! Reader

chapter 6 : just a little longer

faceclaim – elsa hosk

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@keepingupwiththegublers : Fashion icon, Y/n L/n, seen strutting around New York City. The vultures (aka paparazzi) caught up with her. She was immediately bombarded by questions; and she answered none of them. Just kept walking. Badass energy we all aspire to have.

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mggupdates: icon.

justy/n: she’s so strong like the things they were yelling at her woulda made me slap them. she deserves better but she handled it like a boss

enews: paparazzi by lady gaga energy

everyonelovesy/n: I know gube was listening to cinema and thinking of y/n i just KNOW it 💅

y/nsbigtoe: I’m so in love with this woman

purpletiegublerguy: I love her sense of style honestly like gube and y/n/n have the best outfits ever!

gublerarchive: omg i saw the video!!!! they were being so intrusive.. asking her questions about her pregnancy and her sex life and just everything personal.. gross gross gross!! 💔🤮

tmz: she is the king of not answering questions

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gublergram: at home playing cards and listening to harry’s house. rest and relaxation before the baby is here. ps. y/n has watched, listened, and screamed about every interview and live performance that has gone on this week and in the past few months, in regards to Harry's House.

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thisisy/n: letting you know now that since H read that bedtime story i have saved it and will be playing it for our baby every night. enjoy.

danielhenney: Who won?

⤷ gublergram: the cat. she used her magical powers!

lovely/n: is everyone okay? because after this post i think we all, as a community, will be sliding down the wall..

spotify: y/n really said, “stream harry’s house”

⤷ gublergram: as a family we agree that.. harry only creates “bops” as y/n says, whatever that means.

j0shstewart: 🏠❤️

y/n’svinylcollection: stopping by to say that y/n better have gotten the some merch & the target exclusive / limited edition vinyls.. 😏 ⤷ thisisy/n: i did indeed get everything i could! been a fan since the 1D days 💙

keepingupwiththegublers: she’s just like us fr 🥰

ajcook: okay but how’s no one gonna mention y/n’s comment.. that’s adorable!

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thisisy/n: matilda - this song rips out your heart then repairs it and puts it back. to relate to this song and also be a mom is a whole other experience for me. i want my child to feel like family is the people and places that make you feel at home, that make you feel like you can be anything you want, love anyone you want, and chase any dreams you have. i want my child to know that they are free to grow and free to explore yet know that no matter what they can always come back home. family for me wasn’t who i was related to but rather the people who treated me like a family should. it was deeper than blood. as a mom, i wish nothing but happiness and good health for my baby no matter what that may look like. matilda is a piece of art, someone’s story, that is held carefully by those who feel it’s impact. thank you H, thank you for this song and for everything. and finally, thank you to my chosen family. i love you.

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blakelively: 💛💛

ajcook: from one mother to another.. you are always learning and growing with your child. It's not always glamorous but it is the best thing to ever happen. you become a better person and love like you never have before. you will be/are such a great mom and we all have your back. i love you more than anything, y/n.

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pillowpersonpp: this is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. sending you and your family all my love and well wishes.

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aishatyler: so glad to be a part of your life!

karamo: I can’t stop crying!

spaceykacey: who’s gotta tissue also some red wine and ginger ale? I love you babe

harrystyles: Love youuu!!!

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lizzobeating: I need to give you the biggest hug next time we see each other!!

ana_d_armas: You are the best mother ever, and will be forevermore ❤️

brittney_broski: GIRL IM LITERALLY SOBBING SO HARD RIGHT NOW OMG IM IN LOVE!! u spoke for every single harrie there is and every parent. love you mama, stay happy and healthy! ⤷ thisisy/n: you meeting and giving harry such a warm and loving hug.. that was for all of us in broski nation! love you lots! can't wait for the next town hall meeting 🥰

gublergram: i have never been more proud to call you mine. you are the strongest person i know and it is an honor to create something so magical with you. you are not the funniest (i am) but you're the second funniest gubler. to you. to us. to family.

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vogue: your transparency with pregnancy and being a parent is something so many people will look up to and appreciate. you are a force of nature - we adore you! ⤷ thisisy/n: kisses to you, vogue! can't wait to share more in our interview coming out soon ;) xoxo

reblogs and comments are much appreciated !!

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band--psycho · 2 years ago

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Eddie Munson x Reader- Under The Mistletoe

Thank you to the lovely @xbreezymeadowsx for requesting this story for my Christmas Writing Challenge!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Prompt- Hey look...mistletoe

Christmas parties were never something Eddie was interested in, in fact he purposely avoided attending them and throwing them.

But this year was different.

Not just because he’d grown to be friends with Dustin and Mike; but because he’d become rather close to Y/n Y/l/n and she absolutely adored Christmas.

So throwing a last minute Christmas party was sort of a no brainer.

He got as many decorations as he could find to put up in and around his trailer.

The Christmas tree he had purchased was too big to fit in the trailer so that was outside; covered in tinsel and baubles.

Luckily his friends, plus Dustin, Mike, Steve, Robin and Nancy were there to help him quickly put all of this together otherwise he’d still be decorating his home after Christmas.

Dustin, Steve and Robin were sorting out the food and drinks for the evening. Nancy was in charge of decorating and was bossing Mike and Eddie around for most of the day as they decorated the trailer, making sure it was absolutely perfect and way too Christmassy.

He just wanted to make Y/n happy.

He knew this year had been stressful for her; and he just wanted to do something that would make her smile and take her mind away from the stresses of life.

Even if it was just for one night.

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The Christmas party had been a huge success; Y/n had had a beaming smile on her face for the entire evening; her happiness was infectious.

The evening has been full of cheesy Christmas songs that at one point or another they were all belting out at the top of their lungs, even Steve, who earlier had refused to sing at all.

For once, Eddie didn’t feel like an outsider….and that was all down to Y/n.

He’d liked Y/n for a while now; and everyone said it was obvious to see but if it was so obvious to see why did Y/n not see it? Or did she see it and not feel the same?

It wasn’t a question Eddie really wanted to ask, for fear of making their friendship awkward; or ruining it all together.

“Eddie, this is perfect,” Y/n beamed; wrapping her arms around his middle, pulling him into a tight hug.

Eddie wasn’t huge on hugging. But he would certainly never turn down a hug from Y/n; so he wrapped he just embraced the hug.

“I’m glad you like it,” he whispered softly; one of his arms wrapping around her shoulder while the other held the back of her head, stroking it softly.

Y/n pulled away slightly; looking up at Eddie meeting his adorable brown that she could honestly stare at for hours, before glancing up above them both to see mistletoe hanging on the ceiling.

“Hey look,” Y/n began, making Eddie's eyes follow hers.

“Mistletoe,”

“So it is,” Eddie chuckled nervously; feeling his cheeks turn a bright shade of red as his eyes met her again.

“We don’t have to-”

Y/n slowly moved her hands, so that she could tug on Eddie's denim jacket slightly.

“I want to,” Y/n cooed, her lips inches from his as she looked up into his gorgeous eyes one last time before she thought ‘fuck it’ and closed the distance between them.

And that kiss was the most magical thing either of them had ever felt; not just because they were kissing under the mistletoe at Christmas. But because even though neither of them knew it, they’d both liked each other for a significantly long time; and after all those years of mutually pining for one another…here they were, kissing one another.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, sweetheart,” Eddie breathed, his lips still hovering over Y/ns.

“Oh I think I do,” Y/n mumbled; a smile growing on her face as she connected their lips once more.

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