#unofficially here but shhh

[groovygladiatorsheep]

INSECTVERSE | CANON | REFERENCES

HELLOO AGAIN !!

Say hello to these threes ! Dream is the main character while these twos are still important as for the plot.

Dream -> Comet Moth -> by Joku.

Ink -> Common Firefly -> by @comyet !

Swap -> Rhinoceros Beetle -> to the community

-> Lore wise, some stuff to know

— Dream woke up from a very long state of unconsciousness ! It’s where the comic begins, actually. He doesn’t remember everything until a certain point.

— Ink ? Ink. His rear end and eyelight can change colours !!!!!

— Swap is actually probably taller than the other two, considering rhino beetle are huge from what I read !

— I considered adding Cross, but it just didn’t fit in…

— As a whole, they have buncha lore ! But I can’t wait to show it in drawings rather than by words…

[nerdlvr]

wedding night w mark

(MDNI)

mark x reader , newlyweds , first time , shy sex , desperate mark , shaky nervous mark , husband material mark ofc , sappy romantic love , missionary, slow sensual sex , kisses lots of kisses, unprotected sex womp womp , requested here , not proof read since i am unofficially but officially coming back

sounds of quiet giggles and rushed kisses filled the hallways of the venue. you and mark crashing into every wall trying to keep your lips connected. mark groaned as he bumped his leg into a flower pot,

“shhh mark they’re gonna hear us!”

mark laughed as he brought he hands forward to cup your face, quickly planting a loud kiss on your lips,

“my love, we’re the guests of honor, i think they’ve noticed we’re gone by now.”

yes, of course the guest have noticed, who wouldn’t notice the newlyweds slipping away for some much deserved alone time.

somehow between kisses you and mark had found your way into an empty bedroom, hopefully it wasn’t one of your guest’s rooms, because by the end of tonight it would be ruined.

mark was quick to drag you towards the bed, giggling as you tripped on the ends of your puffy dress. he sat at the edge of the bed placing you in between his open legs, admiring you.

“you look like a princess, my princess.”

you smiled down at him cupping his face with your hands before planting a soft kiss to his lips,

“your wife mark, not a princess.”

he giggled into your light kisses, your lips tickling his face,

“even better baby, my wife. all mine.”

you hummed in agreement, a small smile on your face as you heard mark groan softly above you, your lips trailing down his neck.

his hands came up to hold your waist, pulling you closer into his chest,

“f-feels good baby, ke-keep going,”

you continued to work your lips on his neck, your hands coming up to loosen his tie, his buttons following soon after.

his hands held yours, stopping your movements. you leaned back to look at him, his cheeks already pretty and pink, a soft glow in his eyes,

“i want you baby, so bad. let me have you, please?”

you pecked his pouting lips, holding his hands tightly in yours,

“i’m all yours mark.”

his blush spread further down his neck, heart beating hard against his chest as he let go of your hands, reaching to unzip the back of your dress. you giggled as he struggled, a light huff escaping his lips,

“stop laughing, i don’t wanna ruin your dress!”

you reached back to help him out, immediately unzipping the dress and shrugging it off your shoulders. mark felt the air leave his lungs as you revealed yourself to him, no bra underneath, just you, bare and beautiful.

he reached forward to hold your breasts, a soft moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his cold hands,

“can i?”

you nodded quickly, gasping as he latched onto your nipple. mark thought this might be one of the best moments of his life, right after marrying you of course. he swirled his tongue around the hard bud, sucking gently to savor the taste of your skin. you threaded your fingers through his hair gently tugging at the strands.

he was quick to pull the rest of your dress down, detaching himself from your chest so that you could step out of the confines. you stood in front of him, only your white lace panties covering your core. mark didn't waste any time in picking you up, laying you down of the soft bed before kissing down your body,

"my girl's so beautiful, so beautiful baby, and all mine."

you bit your lip to hold back your whines, his soft lips leaving goosebumps on your skin as he got closer to your core. a light kiss to your clothed cunt was enough to have you whining in his grasp, a light chuckle leaving his lips,

"feel good baby?"

you nodded quickly,

"yes mark, please, keep going."

he leaned into your core, kissing the wet area lightly before slowly pulling your panties to the side. your breath was tense as you rested on your elbows, watching mark's every move. his lashes fluttered as he brought his eyes up to meet yours, his tongue poking out shyly to get a taste of you. you jerked your hips up at the sensation, moaning softly. you brought your hand up to cover your face, embarrassed by your movements. mark sucked on your clit gently, hands coming up to grip at your tits,

"don't hide baby, you're so perfect, taste so good, fuck."

all you could do was whine in response as mark dove back into your cunt, lapping at your juices like a man starved. his hands explored your body, flicking at your nipples, rubbing your waist, massaging circles into your thighs. mark meant it when he said he wanted all of you.

you felt a strange feeling in your lower belly, the muscles of your legs tightening with every flick of mark's tongue,

"mark- mark i think i'm close, oh my- please- feel like i'm gonna-"

he brought his hand down, fingers coming to rub quick circles on your swollen clit,

"it's okay, just let it go baby, i'm right here."

your toes curled as you felt the band in your stomach snap, your hips slightly rising from the bed as you chased mark's rough fingers.

"justtt like that, mhm, feels good right baby?"

you moaned in agreement, chest heaving as you relaxed back into the bed. you reached for mark's unbuttoned shirt, pulling him towards your lips. the kiss was sloppy, your muscles weak and mark's just starting to fire up. he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you up towards his chest, your core rubbing against his clothed length. you felt him grind into you, the fabric of his suit pants burning your sensitive clit. you winced at the overstimulation a whine leaving your lips as mark continued to kiss your exposed skin,

"sorry angel, can't wait anymore, need you so bad."

he reached down to his pants, shaky hands working at his belt and zipper as sweat built along his hairline. he quickly shoved his pants and shirt off, only his cheetah print boxers left on his body. you let out soft laugh, shocked by his choice of underwear. he looked down towards his crotch groaning loudly,

"shit, i forgot! haechan told me-“

“mark, those are gonna be on the floor in two seconds i dont care what stupid bet you made with haechan, please just do something.”

he was quick to take his boxers off, equally as desperate as you,

“fuck, you look so good oh my-.”

mark looked down between your legs, his cock twitching at the sight of your soaked panties, white lace practically invisible. he brought his thumb up to rub at your slit, his finger harsh against your swollen bud. you sighed at the feeling hands coming down to hold mark's length.

"shitt baby, wait- wait."

he moved your hands, taking a hold of his own length and laying it on your core. mark moaned at the sight of you, laid out in front of him perfect hair now a mess, nipples perked up and your legs tense as you waited for his next move.

he leaned down against you body, face coming to rest in your neck, his breath shaky. his hand guided his length to your entrance, panties pushed to the side.

"i love you so much baby, i swear-."

he slid into you slowly, your walls burning at the stretch. your arms wrapped around mark's back as he eased into you. his loud moans filling your ears.

"fuck, fuck, fuck- so tight, oh my-"

the feeling was strange, the slight burn leaving fast as he finally filled you completely. he moved his face from your neck, wanting to see your face,

"feel okay baby?"

you nodded quickly, blushing at the realization that your makeup was probably a mess, hair that was once neat now a mess against the sheets. mark brought his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from your face, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips,

"i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you ba- fuck, don't squeeze around me like that."

you giggled as his head fell to your chest, hands clenching your hips as he pressed his hips harder against yours. you moaned at the feeling of him deep inside you, tip kissing your cervix.

"mark, baby, please move."

he nodded against your chest, a small mhm leaving his lips as he slowly dragged his length out of you. mark was a mess, grabbing at your skin, sweat building on his entire body as he tried not the cum.

his thrusts were slow but harsh, each thrust pushing you further up the bed. he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you in place as his thrusts became quicker,

"feel s' good baby, made for me- baby you were made for me- god."

"yes, yes, yes mark, please don't stop- please."

mark thought he was losing his mind. the feeling of you squeezing around him with each thrust, your nails clawing at his back. mark wanted you to cum around him. no. he needed you to.

"come on mama-"

he moved his hand down to your core, fingers starting to rub circles on your sensitive bud.

"mark, oh my- mark feel so good, please- fuck."

he watched you squirm under him, leaning down to plant wet kisses all over your chest, his thrust and fingers relentless. his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to hold in his cum, stomach tightening as your wet pussy clenched around him, your orgasm building quickly.

you threaded your fingers through mark's hair pulling him away from your chest and towards your lips. the kiss was messy, teeth clashing as his thrusts shook you,

"i love you mark, love you so much, i want you to fill me up baby, i'm all yours mark, all yours."

your sweet words and your sweet pussy were enough to drive mark off the edge, his hands gripping you tightly as he filled you to the brim,

"shitt, y/n- fuck, you're all mine baby- fuck, love you so much."

you squeezed your legs around his waist, your second orgasm of the night making your head fuzzy. you gripped onto mark as your mouth fell into a silent moan, only the sound of mark's heavy breathing filling the room.

you winced as he slowly slid out of you, cum dripping from your core,

"you're so perfect angel, so perfect."

he placed a kiss onto your lips and then another on your cheek then your forehead, and then your lips again,

"mark-"

"i just lost my virginity to the girl of my dreams and i made her cum twice!"

you giggled as he leaned in to give you a kiss, softly pushing him away,

"i married a dork! oh my god!"

he held your hands down, kissing all over your face,

"your dork baby, your dork."

your dork indeed.

[captainreecejames]

Miss Movin On || My Ex is a Footballer CL16 Edition

links [masterlist] [my ex series masterlist] [series update with more footballers]

summary your ex is engaged and you haven't moved on, or have you?

pairings ex!federico chiesa x reader, charles leclerc x reader faceclaim benedetta porcaroli

warnings cursing, mentions of austria 24

notes lol this is kinda short but my head has been hurting for the past few days so I haven't been able to do much. Fernando Alonso's my ex is the next one I'm working on.

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opheliamillaiss ti amo ynnie! i love you ynnie ↳ ynusername sei bellessima you are beautiful

username1 i HAVE seen two pretty best friends

username7 she's trying to distract us from her story ↳ username8 yn, babe, who was the man??

username2 why is arthur leclerc lurking in the likes? ↳ username3 was it him in the story? ↳ username2 no i don't think so ↳ username3 your're right, looked more like charles

username4 girl it's time to move on ↳ username5 she posts about her friend and you guys are mentioning chiesa! can't make anyone happy here

username6 thoughts on the euros? ↳ ynusername :(((

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charlie now accepting caption ideas for my post about yn

ynnie charles no

max emilian charles yes

ynnie max no

danny ric max yes

landotd max no

ynnie lol not the norstappen breakup drama

landotd you made this my name didn't you

ynnie well... yes you did say it was better than the actual trophy 🤷‍♀️

landotd you make me want to say max yes

ynnie lmao telling the f1 girlies that I'm the reason yall are getting back together

charlie and none of you are helping me with the caption

frenchie pie shhh cha, we're watching the girls fighting messaged haha'd by 11

princess george "imagine getting knocked out of the euros and losing yn, couldn't be me"

albono aww, george that's a good one

carmen 🩵 that's because it's my idea

lily 🏌️🏻‍♀️💙 I knew it babe

aussie son fumbled the bag and the girl or winning isn't for everyone, but it is for me 👎🏻 by ynnie

lily 🧡 how about monagasque men do it better 👎🏻 by ynnie

carmen 🩵 damn lils!

frenchie pie "you broke her heart, I breaka da spaghetti" 👎🏻 by ynnie

logie bear "formula 1 > soccer"

lewlew make that football and you got a good one

kmags why are we coming up with captions?

hulk 💚 because yn's ex man is messaging her being a dick and so charles has decided to hard launch

kmags ohhh wait, how do you know this nico?

hulk 💚 I stay in the know 💪🏼

ynnie gotta keep my grid dad up to date

nando why the fuck is he your grid dad??

lewlew yeah wtf?

ynnie uhm, cause my grid dad can't be my boyfriends grid dad or my son's dad's boyfriend???

charlie still getting off topic

frenchie pie don't worry chiesa, she's moved on to someone better

kika!! 💘 pierre, he is not saying that!

ynnie thank you!! someone actually on my side

kika!! 💘 say 'don't worry, she's moved on'

ynnie how about none of those

charlie i don't see you coming up with anything, mon cherie

ynnie meet my love, yn?? my beautiful girlfriend, yn?? something normal please

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username12 two different tifosi coming together to NOT maximize their joint slay ↳ username11 charles really declaring war on juve fans ↳ username12 who will win? ferrari or juve?

ynusername sha, this is not what we agreed on. ↳ charles_leclerc but this is funnier, no? ↳ ynusername I blame pierregasly for this ↳ pierregasly that's okay, MY bestie is iconic ↳ francisca.cgomes are you calling me not iconic ↳ ynusername hahaha, let's all laugh at pierre now ♥️ by estebanocon ↳ username13 not estie bestie liking that comment

username14 THE HAND ON HER THROAT IN THE SECOND PICTURE??? YN HOW DID YOU SURVIVE? ↳ username15 BITCH WHO CARES ABOUT THAT HAND!! LOOK AT THE FIRST PICTURE! ↳ username14 charles marking his spot like a dog

lewishamilton look at you two! ↳ ynusername hi future teammate!

logansargeant i liked my suggestion :( ↳ charles_leclerc me too ↳ oscarpiastri personally my options were better ↳ username16 now I want to know what you all suggested ↳ logansargeant formula 1 > soccer

username17 someone should edit that picture of jorginho getting the spaghetti dumped on him to chiesa, but it's actually formula 1 cars ↳ username18 winning isn't for everyone, but it is for Charles ↳ oscarpiastri that's what I said! ↳ username18 omg twins!

username19 chiesa really fumbled the bag ↳ oscarpiastri I said that one too! ↳ username19 oscar just twinning with everyone!

[jumbled-thoughts-here]

Prince x Pirate AU

Okay so. Hello tumblr... I have lost ALL motivation to write for this au, BUT I'm just gonna lay out some of it and give fun facts >u<

In this au, Scar is a pirate and Grian is the prince he "kidnapped"- more like saved.

It's a slowburn, of course, but they do fall in love in the end!! There's also some small Redscape/Grumbo, Flower Ranchers, Shiny Duo (beginnings of a qpr), and Jizzie. There is a Clockers family dynamic, a Cub and Scar brother dynamic, and Skizz and Impulse act like fathers to everyone.

Here's my facts:

(Please note that these were written on discord to my best friend who I yap with about this a lot.. there's probably so many plot holes but WHO CARES)

Scar's Father left when he came out at 14, his mother helped him and stayed before she passed away from -- when he was 17. He gathered up close friends to start a crew of pirates with no official name, and that crew included Cleo, Bdubs, Cub, Impulse, Skizz, Gem, Joel, Mumbo, and previous member Lizzie. (Oh and Etho, but he just abandoned ship. Lizzie fell off and "drowned".) (There's also a few crappy randos)

Scar Facts: -Scar found a kingdom named Rivendell. He received top surgery there with stolen money, and he also helped Cleo, Skizz, and Joel get their surgeries. (They're all trans ok,,, shhh) -Scar has killed 20 people; the first two years he was squeamish (18 and 19), but when he turned 20 he began killing bad people and stealing mainly their riches. He avoided stealing from the poor. (Those people do not make up the entire 20..) -Scar and Mumbo had some romantic feelings for a while, but Mumbo stated that he believed Scar was fit for someone else and he couldn't handle a full-on romantic relationship. They remained qpr. -Lizzie fell into the ocean, yes, BUT… a siren found her, and felt.. mercy. They turned her into one, and she basically became the queen of the fuckin' ocean. She reunited with Scar's crew (AND JOEL YES YES YES!!) 2 years after she "died". -Scar thinks of Gem, Lizzie, Bdubs, and Cub as siblings. He sees Impulse and Skizz as father figures, and Cleo as a mother figure. He sees Joel as a best-friend/brother.

Grian Facts: -Grian is worshipped and pampered like a god, and he is seen as the embodiment of the sun. He does not see himself this way. -Grian's parents only wanted one heir and one child, so they kept Grian and sent Pearl and Jimmy away. Jimmy went to Rivendell, and he eventually found a lover (or two) and married them. Pearl went to Mythland and found a guy who became her best bud named Sausage. Grian was 16 when his siblings were taken from him.

Scar AND Grian Facts: -When Scar started the fire in the kingdom, (he's 23 at this point), he started it in Grian's parents room (Grian is 20 at this point). The guards fled and got the civilians out of the kingdom, but Grian had passed out in his room due to the smoke and was forgotten. Scar found him, though, and escaped with him over his shoulder and a ton of riches in his hands. -Grian woke up bound in rope, done by one of the crappy randos. Scar checked on him, tended to his wounds, yada yada. Cleo knitted him a sweater, Scar gave him one of his old binders that he outgrew and some shorts, and Scar also wrapped his feet since they had no shoes on board so he wouldn't get cuts on his feet. -Grian sleeps in Scar's cabin, in his bed. Scar sleeps on the damn floor. -It takes months, almost years, for Grian to adjust to Scar's crew, but he grows close to Joel, Gem, Mumbo, and especially Scar. -Grian grows feelings for Mumbo faster than he did for Scar, but Mumbo tells Grian the same thing he did for Scar and Grian is okay with it. They do kiss though. -Grian decides just randomly one day to ask Scar to kiss him. Yes, it was 1 AM. Yes, Scar was awake. And yes, they did kiss. And Scar finally got to sleep in his bed. (Scar has been sleeping on the floor of his cabin ever since he gave up his bed willingly for Grian.) -They get "married" unofficially, and Scar throws the crappy randos overboard (FINALLY.) -Grian eventually tells Scar about his siblings, and Scar helps him find them. They found Pearl first, and they have a happy reunion and Pearl joins the crew. She gets along quite well with Gem. -It takes them a while longer to find Jimmy, and boy was Grian shocked that he could pull AND that he was a king now. But, either way, Scott, the now-king and previous lone prince of Rivendell, was the officiant to Grian and Scar's wedding. -They stay a bit in Rivendell, and Joel grows close to Jimmy. (The Bad Boys become a thing now guys) -Scar finally tells Grian he killed his parents, which he hadn't done before. Grian doesn't care, neither do his siblings.

Cat Facts: -Scar had one cat, Jellie, that he had since he was 10, and he brought her aboard. He found two strays, and left them unnamed, unsure what to name them. During his travels, he found two kittens, the same breed as Jellie. He named them Katy Bee and Mr. Finnegan. When Grian came aboard, Grian named the two cats Pearl, after his sister, and Maui, who he almost named Timmy but didn't care enough to do so.

[orcasoul]

Din Djarin Headcanons

Din Watching You With Grogu

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Word Count: 666

Din has never felt this way before. It's new, it's intense and it's terrifying. How he managed for years in his solitary existence is unfathomable to him now. Grogu entering his life had changed everything. The adorable green gremlin had managed to burrow himself into Din's guarded heart, fanning the flames of warmth that still lurked in there.

In no time at all that warmth had spread to every molecule of Din's being and had turned into love. Love, such a foreign, almost elusive concept, considering the last time Din had felt love was towards his parents. But, yes, love. He loves his son with a passion, a deep rooted well of devotion and affection.

He didn't think it was possible for his heart to expand any further, yet, here he is, watching with rapt enchantment as you cradle and sing to his sleepy son, and all the while Din feels his chest bloom with an incredible warmth that could cause him to spontaneously combust. You are beautiful, without even trying to be!

From the moment Din met you for an unofficial 'interview' in that dusty cantina, he'd felt a strange pull to you. It was a combination of things, really; Your obvious, natural beauty eclipsed the entire room, sure, but your instant rapport and maternal tenderness towards his foundling and your genuine warmth in general, had opened a never before explored region within Din's heart and he knew then and there, he had to offer you a position as Grogu's nanny.

Your melodic voice carries through the hull of the Razor Crest creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquillity, and a sense of home. The Razor Crest has always been just a ship to Din. Somewhere to stay warm, somewhere to eat and sleep and something to get him from A to B. But now with you and Grogu here it's home.

Din could watch you two forever, the blaster pistol in his hand now shining from being over polished. Stars! How he loves you. He didn't realise this kind of love existed, that there can be different kinds of love. You have unknowingly become the very beat of his heart, the air in his lungs, a soothing calm for the chaos that is his life.

For months he's wanted to tell you how he feels, but whenever the opportunity presented itself, he lost his nerve. He's never been a coward in his entire life, until now and he hates that. A normally fearless Mandalorian, who strikes dread and alarm into most people, mentally and emotionally undone, reduced to a nervous boy. This is the effect you have on him. His heart is in your hands. Boy, he never saw that coming.

Grogu finally settles and falls asleep, snoring softly as you lay him in his hammock, and kiss his wrinkled forehead. Closing the door of the sleeping bunk behind you, you turn to face Din, pressing a finger to your lips, followed by a "Shhh...," but also a soft smile and a 'look' that gives him hope. Din hopes he isn't just imagining it, but lately, he suspects you may have feelings for him too. In fact he's becoming more and more certain of it with each passing day.

He continues to clean his blaster (even though it's spotless by now), watching as you disappear into the fresher, as is your nightly routine; Put the baby down, shower and join Din in the cockpit where, over time, you've managed to pull enough conversations out of him that now he enjoys these moments of easy exchange between you both.

He's made his mind up. He will no longer be a coward. Tonight when you join him, he will confess everything to you. He will bare his heart and soul to the woman who has fundamentally changed him on every level, who has brought him to recognise this powerful, all encompassing love. Tonight he prays that his clan of two will become a clan of three.

[fivebecomesnone]

SCP Universe beyond-the-veil dash simulator

tagging @fake-post-archive !!!

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sometimes I'll forget that some people on tumblr are still Veiled and it will absolutely blow my mind. what do you MEAN "happy marzipan day" it's Damátrios!!!

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jailors will see a fish that is the wrong color and be like "is anyone gonna contain that" and not wait for an answer

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TUMBLR ETIQUETTE FOR VOID REFUGEES

Welcome to our brand new ex-Void members! Tumblr is a very different site, so here are some tips for newcomers so you fit right in.

Include the following words in your posting as much as possible (uncensored, I'm just doing it for fun): found/.ation class--ified le/ak docu.ments s/c//p . This is common Tumblr slang that will make your posting seem natural. If you can't work it in, it's customary to post a list of them at the end of every post.

You may have been told that you need to log in through a specific page to access beyond-veil Tumblr. This is false. If you did, you should create a new account normally and post as usual.

All the best content is found through the New tab of tags. Tumblr's filters are very strong, so no need to worry about that like you would on other sites.

Tumblr users play a fun game called "fake hatemail" where they send hatemail to people off anon. This is a sign that you are joking. Some people put "GAW" on their profile, which stands for Go off Anon Weird.

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posts to get you doxxed and raided and put into a coma

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LOOK OP IS DEACTIVATED. THEY GOT HIS ASS

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The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

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can anyone hear me

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Putting "Foundation psyop" on the high shelf until all of you learn how to use it. No, someone is not a psyop because they disagreed with you. No, someone is not a psyop because your post isn't getting traction and they just interacted with you. Chill the fuck out.

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So you don't think shadow banning is real?

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I'm done with this piss on the poor website. Putting words on the high shelf isn't enough some of you need to go to the Library and learn how to FUCKING READ.

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You know, the Library is a dangerous place. You're basically telling people to go get themselves killed.

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I would never tell someone to get themselves killed. I'm GOING TO DO IT MYSELF I SWEAR TO WAN

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Hey guys my friend sent me this weird link to the Tumblr create account page. Is Tumblr supposed to look like... this?

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MAGIC IS REAL?? ???????

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🥬 blunt-finder asked: Hey dude, welcome to life beyond the veil. How are you feeling?

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WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

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godddd i need to fuck the Mayor

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WRONG BLOG WRONG SHIT SHIT SHIT

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so they let me keep the blog in the divorce. i had to change the name though :(

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congrats! one question: THE MAYOR?!???!?!?!?!?

#losing my goddamn shit #nobody's ever even seen it #that's not even monsterfucking that's a whole other level

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free yourSELF from the flesh! there is NOTHing but radIANT light awaiting YOU. transcend. tranSCEND. transcend.

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Yess we need more Maxwellist posting on this site!

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everything seems so distant, from up here.

[plzu]

my form is but a wreck beneath you - (Miguel O'Hara x Venom!Symbiote!Reader)

summary: you find out the penalty that awaits you for breaking Miguel's #1 rule: don't let out the symbiote warnings: overstimulation, p in v sex, dubcon elements, no Y/N, implied venom x reader a/n: day 1 (don't look at today's date shhh) of @flightlessangelwings's kinktober 2023 prompt list: overstimulation. the unofficial part 2 of sleeping with roaches. title inspired by Sleep Token's Gods wordcount: 1.5k

“It's too much..!”

“Oh, yeah?”

An endless current of pleasure crackles forth from your core and prickles just beneath your flesh as Miguel mercilessly rocks into you.

“That's too bad,” he says, without an ounce of sympathy. “You're gonna have to keep taking it.”

His skin feels hot and heavy against you. When he speaks, his words come out in a low, gravelly murmur against the skin of your neck. The space between your bodies feels impossibly, deliciously wet. It makes for an embarrassing squelching sound as he repeatedly disappears into your achingly sore cunt; it does little to mask the raw-throated whining that tumbles incoherently from your gaping mouth.

You've lost track of how many orgasms he's managed to rip from you already.

Buzzing like a gnat in the foggy recesses of your brain is something like a gleeful coo from Venom within, like he's pleased with the position you're in. Go figure. It's his fault you're even in this position in the first place, but you're the one getting punished for it while he sits on the sidelines and observes.

Pervert.

This huge building was built for Spider-people, easy to traverse if you can swing on webs and can literally walk on walls.

You are not one of those people.

You're a nobody, who, through some unfortunate twist of fate that resulted in losing your best friend, ended up becoming a host for a symbiote.

As such, if you slip and fall whilst walking along one of the many long, suspended corridors in Miguel's headquarters, you don't naturally have a way to save yourself with your normal, human limbs.

Venom's limbs, on the other hand?

Well. Before you had time to even process the fact that you were falling, Venom emerged, completely encasing your frail human body with his so he can use his strong, inky tendrils to haul you both back up to safety.

Forget the fact that he could have potentially fixed your broken body, like he’s done before.

Forget the fact that literally any of the dozens of Spider-folk milling about could easily have come to your rescue.

Forget the fact that he could have simply shot out a single inky tendril, similar to the other web-slingers, without having to completely emerge himself. An action that only would have resulted in a warning glare from Miguel.

No matter how unintentional, you transformed into Venom in this dimension, breaking the #1 rule you have to follow in order to keep in Miguel’s good graces. (Relatively. The guy’s a huge grump). A problem you're now being bodily disciplined for.

Now you’re flat on your back, wrists shackled above your head by some high-tech handcuffs, completely at Miguel's mercy.

(Or lack thereof.)

He made you cum with his hands first, a disdainful sneer on his face as you clamped down on his thick, unforgiving fingers, crying out. He didn't stop, not as you squirmed helplessly against his hand, not as the second orgasm crested mere moments after the first, not as you bit your bottom lip raw in an attempt to suppress a cascade of apologies from spilling from your mouth.

Sorries were worthless, here. After all, the goal wasn't to get you to apologize (which you already did, on your knees). The goal was to see how long you can go, how much you can take, while keeping Venom contained. An exercise in self-control and obedience.

(It didn't matter that the symbiote was sitting smugly satisfied within, watching Miguel ravage your insides.)

(Like Miguel would trust you if you told him, anyway.)

Then he moved his attention to your breasts, harshly yanking both shirt and bra up at once to reveal your hardened nipples. He tweaked and tugged at them until you came yet again, pussy fluttering uselessly around nothing. (You didn’t even know it was possible to come like this.) Even after your bucking orgasm, Miguel continued rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until the pleasure turned to pain, and every contact made against them afterwards would just chafe. 

Every orgasm since then has been produced by the relentless thrust of his cock inside you. There's a moment's reprieve as Miguel slides nearly all the way out of you so he can maneuver the lower half of your body. His large hands grip the backs of your quaking thighs, spreading your legs wide open, completely displaying the abused, sopping wet mess of your cunt to him. Pushing your legs higher and further against your torso, he looks at the way your pussy frames his thick length, gleaming in your overflowing juices. Then he slides slowly forward, disappears into the aching clutch of your sex, making you whimper.

No matter how many times you've done this before, how many times he's stretched you out with the impossible girth of him, your pussy can never seem to fully accommodate his size, and he so rarely gives you the chance to get used to him.

No, that could be mistaken for affectionate. 

So you revel in the sweet pain instead, choke on it when he pummels into you with an angry, restless fervor.

Feeling the glide of his cock against your over-sensitive walls, you can't comprehend how this man has the stamina to keep going. You're both drenched in sweat. Some brown fly-away curls stick to his damp forehead, and it’d be endearing if he weren't so ruthlessly fucking into you, contempt in his crimson gaze. 

You don't know how much more you can take. But he's still ramming into you at a punishing pace. It's like he was made just to draw out both your pleasure and your pain, in whatever circle of Hell this is.

“Miguel, please,” you whine. “I don’t- nnh- I don’t have anything left..!”

“We’ll see about that, nena.” He hooks your legs over his broad shoulders and bears down further into you. The head of his cock presses deep against your cervix, the contact making you gasp, exhausted eyes flying wide open.

You wriggle in place, body instinctively trying to get away from the overwhelming feeling of him pressed so deeply into you. But it's fruitless. Trapped between the hard and unforgiving floor and the weight of Miguel's body, there's nowhere to go as he continues to fuck you senseless.

The sharp sting of pleasure that erupts in your core with every thrust muddies your thoughts until all that's left is a contiguous stream of Too much too much it's so good s-so good d-don't stop don't stop please-

A dark rumble in the back of your skull indicates a chuckle from the symbiote. He certainly finds it entertaining that even though Miguel has surely wrung out every last climax from you, even though your muscles ache from being manhandled, even though your insides have been rubbed raw, you still silently beg for more.

Miguel's thumb finds its way between your bodies to your already-swollen clit, making you jolt.

“I can't, I can't,” you sob, shaking your head. There's no way you can cum again, there's no way-

“You will,” he growls, rubbing erratic circles against the bundle of abused nerves. His cock is wedged firmly against your center, a stubborn pressure you can feel fill up your gut so fully. His hips rut against you, and you’d almost swear that he was trying to puncture your womb.

The dam keeping your orgasm at bay finally breaks under the persistent knocking of his head against that agonizing sweet spot inside of you, flooding Miguel's cock with your release, your mouth hanging open in a wordless shout. Your body trembles with the ferocity of your climax, limbs pulling taut until they finally go lax.

Your chest heaves with exertion. Your wrists feel uncomfortable in their restraints, arms almost aching with the desire of wanting to stretch in any other direction besides above your head, but unable to.

Miguel's cock twitches, and you realize he's still inside you, practically plugging you up.  

Between ragged breaths, you muster up the energy to blink bleary eyes up at him from between your trapped limbs. There's almost a hunger in his gaze, in the way his mouth hangs open and in the protrusion of his fangs. His chest heaves with less exertion than your own, tanned skin shiny with sweat.

It's these little moments where the anger and hatred for you seems quieted, replaced with something else, something almost tender and obsessive. Despite your exhaustion and aching limbs, it makes your heart flutter, and your pussy clamps down involuntarily around him.

This snaps him out of it with a grunt, and his lips pull back in a snarl.

He pulls back out of you, allowing your legs to slide off from the breadth of his shoulders. Your cunt aches with the sudden absence of his warm, heavy cock. You think with distant relief that this is it, that the torment of unending orgasms has finally ceased, but then Miguel moves his right arm up and firmly grasps the restraints of your wrists.

His face inches towards yours, tantalizingly threatening and permeating heat. You feel his cock slide against your slick folds, brushing abrasively against your clit and making you flinch in his hold.

“Now,” he mutters, words fanning against the damp skin of your cheek. “Let's do this one last time.”

[bird-slayer-brainrot]

....In Love and Espionage - Ineffable Husbands but they're spies

(TW. reference to WWII and related content ie. bombing, Nazism, spying but nothing graphic.)

Crowley pulled the chair out from under the table. The scraping of metal against concrete alerted his company, but Aziraphale remained as he was, looking down at an unopened letter he clutched in his ungloved hands.

After a few moments, in which Crowley settled himself, removing his hat and coat and sipping the coffee Aziraphale had, knowingly, already ordered him. It tasted burnt and acrid. War rations, probably. Crowley looked at his surroundings. The cafe in some dirty corner of Soho (Aziraphale sent for Crowley, it was never the other way around. That was the new arrangement.), and it really put into context the quality of the coffee blend.

"Good afternoon." Aziraphale said in a low, quiet voice, still not looking up from his papers. Crowley made a noise in response. They were quiet a few moments more. This was not unusual. It was all part of the routine, really. Meet-ups remained short, unfussy affairs. They met in bars, parks, cafes, exchanged greetings, information, and then parted. It had been like this since their assignments began.

Crowley tried not to dwell on it. The assignments. The arrangement. The war. It was dragging, the flame of hate dimmed in periods of inactivity. Then, when the Germans dropped more bombs or the English secured a victory, there it was again. It was exhausting, keeping up. Crowley was tired. Exhausted. And it all seemed in no hurry to end.

Aziraphale folded his hands. Crowley met his eye. It was time.

"I'll keep this brief." His tone was steady, unswayed. This was a side of Aziraphale that, before the war. Hell, even before the "arrangement" - in an unofficial capacity - even began. "I need you to answer this truthfully."

Crowley smirked slightly. "I will not lie to you, Angel."

Aziraphale took a breath.

“Are you working with them?”

"Aziraphale!" Out of anything Aziraphale could have said (and it could, quite literally, have been anything. Aziraphale spoke almost every language. He predated language.)

“Shhh.” Aziraphale scolded, darting his head around. The cafe was still empty. He turned to look back at Crowley, frowning “Keep your voice down! You never know who might be listening.”

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Oh, sure, because the single waiter and the old lady walking her dog are surely itching to here what two people having coffee have to say."

This earnt him a look from Aziraphale. Crowley took another sip of his coffee.

"Will you please..." Aziraphale sighed again. He'd been doing a lot of that lately. "Would you please just answer the question?"

Crowley nodded. “No," he answered. "‘Course not. “Are you?”

"Of course not!" Aziraphale had the audacity to sound indignant. Just like him, too, even though he'd been the one to accuse Crowley not a moment ago, "I just thought, considering all the fighting happening on the Russian lines, with the Nazis." Aziraphale paused for a moment, "Hell might have decided to, you know, switch their agenda."

Crowley nodded in understanding. It was fair enough, really. Crowley really wouldn't put it past Hell to align themselves with whoever they believed to be winning.

"What about you guys?"

Aziraphale sipped his tea, before placing it down. "Of course not. Heaven just wants this war over.”

“So does Hell.” at this, Aziraphale looked at him, startled. “Don’t be surprised. As soon as the war’s over and one, there’ll be, quite literally, hell to pay.”

Aziraphale nodded, before picking up the letter. He knew what this meant. A war was only as terrible as what came after. The devastation, the hate. The pain.

“Why don’t we just talk in your bookshop." Crowley suggested. "Wouldn’t that be, you know..."

Safer. He was going to safer. Aziraphale frowned. 

“Well, actually,” 

“I figured this would be. Just in case I was being…” the angel paused for a moment. “Followed.” he said softly, glancing down. 

Crowley tried not to let the alarm show on his face, but inside he was fuming. 

He knew this was a dangerous job, but it’s not like demon’s had much of a choice. But for Heaven to put Aziraphale and the whole blasted human race at risk like this was just…. Well, it was exactly like them. No, Crowley was already sick of this war. He knew he had a part to play in it ending. He just didn’t wish it came with such a risk. The involvement of supernatural beings such as them meant something. It meant that they were important in this. The greatest risk wasn’t just discorporation. No, this threatened the outcome of the war as a whole. Heaven and Hell might not have cared about the actions of humans beyond sticking it to each other when they could, but Crowley, hell, Aziraphale too, cared. Cared way more than they let on. 

“I see.” Crowley stated in a cold voice. Aziraphale looked up at the demon, but he was looking away. 

“I am glad.” Aziraphale sighed, pressing a napkin to the corner of his mouth. “It means we are in agreement of how to act moving forth. I shall be in correspondence?” he spoke the word like a question, but Crowley knew better than to think it was anything but a statement of fact. “Do let’s try to act safely about this, my dear.” Crowley looked up. Aziraphale was glancing slowly around them, probably checking to see if anyone had noticed them. When he was satisfied, he stretched his hand across the table, and placed it gently over Crowley’s. The heat of it stung, and Crowley suddenly felt as though he had been mistaken for an ant colony, and all the misplaced soldier ants were trying to crawl back inside of him. “I would hate for you to get hurt, Crowley.”

Aziraphale paid the check, and left. Crowley remained in his seat for a quarter of an hour or so, then stood up and exiting the cafe, leaving  in the opposite direction to the angel. 

-

Two weeks later…

A letter came in the male of Crowley as promised. Crowley sat at the desk in the sitting room of his Mayfair flat. It was a new addition to the space. He’d never really had a need for a desk before all the war business began, but where else was he supposed to sit down and write letters, if not a desk. He read the letter once, committing its contents to memory.

That same evening, Crowley exited the motor car, careful not to let the train of his skirts not trail across the puddles left by the day's rain. The letter Aziraphale had sent requested Crowley's presence at a small get-together hosted by a Mr Fredrick Brown. This was a fake name. This was an important mission. It had to go perfectly.

Crowley entered the building. Immediately, he spotted Aziraphale speaking with another , and made his way over to the angel and his companion. As he slid up next to the angel, Aziraphale turned his head and, after taking him in, gave him a knotted expression.

“And this must be the lovely Mrs Phale.” the man, who likely hadn't anticipated being interrupted, as seen in the expression of abject annoyance on his face which was only partially masked by British politeness (but not will enough). He watched Crowley with almost sly amusement, taking in the red curls tumbling over Crowley's shoulder, down the line of his slim, black gown. Aziraphale watched Crowley out of the corner of his eye.

"Well, Mr Phale, it has been a pleasure conversing with you." he said in a tone that suggested the opposite. "Go, dance with your lady. I shall hope to speak to you again soon." he waved them off cheerily. Aziraphale, who had at some point taken Crowley's arm in his own, maneuvered them around. They walked a few steps onto the floor. A slow waltz played in the room, and as they stepped, Aziraphale spoke.

"Mr Brown." he said almost breathlessly, spinning Crowley. "Has invited me to dinner. To discuss plans." Aziraphale said in a hushed voice. He was shorter than Crowley, and Crowley could feel the lingering traces of Aziraphale's breath against his neck.

"Good job." Crowley replied quietly. "So, intelligence gathered. Can we go now?"

At this, Aziraphale let out a short, soft laugh.

"We could." Aziraphale replied. The waltz ended, and a more upbeat tune played. Still, they remained as they were. "We could leave right now. If we wanted to."

They stayed for an hour more. When they left, they left together.

-

"I missed you."

Aziraphale couldn't help the noise that came out of his throat then. It was halfway between a whimper and a sob. Like a deer trapped in a blackberry bush, trying to detangle itself. Hopelessly.

He didn't pull away, though. He didn't want to.

It had been too long. Far too long.

The war had ended. The war had ended. They were in the bookshop, and Crowley was clinging to Aziraphale like he couldn't stand the thought of letting go, even for a second. And he couldn't. Even if his arms went numb and fell off. Even if a bomb dropped on them now and restarted the war. That war had taken so much out of them. So much out of everyone. This short, small moment in a bookshop in Soho was nothing compared to everything else. But it was happening and it was theirs, and that meant everything.

When Crowley had got the news, he'd climbed into the Bentley and driven to Aziraphale's as fast as he could. Aziraphale had been waiting for him, had set out wine. Crowley ignored it.

Aziraphale held him. He didn't say anything, but even that didn't matter. Because the war was over and, for a moment, everything was a little bit safer. Humankind... Aziraphale, they were all safe. And that, for the moment, was the peace the end of the war brought.

[dabble-dabble-dabble]

Drabble gift for @lightningbig

I wrote for @mcyt-drabble-exchange I made a collection of my dabbles on ao3 here: Link or copy this link https://archiveofourown.org/works/56163751/chapters/142673137

(You can read it on Ao3 or right here)

Also p.s. Some have a second dabble of another 100 words separated by a line

Road Trip before Dawn

Summary: Family road trip Dabble, with death family!

"Shhh,' Philza hissed out to Missa, as the stairs creaked under his feet. Bags were strung over Philza's arms, clothing and supplies, everything you could dream of for a week road trip. Phil was moving everything into the car while Missa was supposed to grab the kids.

"Sorry mi amora," Missa gave a soft smile as he quietly rushed up the stairs. Phil chucked as he took the bags out, prepared for the hell that is taking teenagers and children on a car trip. The idea was bright along with taunting. It will be alright. 

"Dad!'

"Come on, let's move!"

This trip will be great, as they move the little ones to the car, leaving before the sun kissed the sky, bringing day to the world around them. All Phil could think of was his family nestled in the back, sleeping soundly, leaning on each other as they stayed in the world of dreams. Technoblade the unofficial pillow in the back, being leaned on by both Tommy and Chayanne. Tallulah leaned on into Missa's side, him petting her little head as the car cugged along. It was perfect, Phil's husband rechecked the map directing his partner as they rolled along. 

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On the Side of the Road is You

Summary: First Meet - Kind of meet cute?? Maybe but it’s just a dabble

"Phil you need to come back," Fit responded over the phone. His voice is the only sound other than the car engine's continuous hum.

"I will mate, I just..." The words hung in the air, did he know what he wanted? Did Phil really? "Need to take a break." 

"I know, we'll be here." With a simple click, the air was silent. It wouldn't remain that way, as soon, lights bounced off a purple hood and a young girl with a small orca. Eyes filled with a glimmering hope as Phil pulled over without a second thought and introduced himself.

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Silly Reststops, which one to go to?

Summary: Techno and Phil argue about what rest stop to go to while Missa hangs with the children in the back (Tommy, Chayanne, and Tallulah). Reststops: 2 Duck Ant Goats, or Good Times (On the Road).

"Phil." 

"No." 

"Phil, we both know that going to Duck Ant Goat is a horrible idea!" Techno argued back. It was such silly bickering to hear. Missa grinned as his partner argued with Technoblade. Already an hour and apparently deciding the rest stop location was truly the deal breaker of the trip. Missa just rolled his eyes as he looked back to see the other three children focused on Tommy's game.

"FUCK YEAH!!" Tommy cheered lifting the game high, as Tallulah and Chayanne clapped along. Finally, the car slowed, pulling into Good Times and Missa smiled, excited for what's next.

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The Moon Reflects Light to the Barren Ground

Summary: How the OSMP Members found the Valley, and how it was created for them by the moon goddess.

Mountains are treacherous to climb, much worse to live on. Phil couldn't fathom why Tommy was so insistent on living on the mountain or more so over it?? He didn't get it and Tommy couldn't explain it, he couldn't explain a lot of things his kids did, but Phil had faith in his kids, and the idea something was leading them past these mountains to something worthwhile. 

It did take a bit to lead a bunch of hybrids over the mountain in the dead of night but it was worth it, for below was a moonlite valley. A new home. 

She made it for them, plucking the weeds, and traps that could easily hurt them. Guiding them to the Valley of the Moon, the youngest saw her in her glory and followed her to the land below. Her home, and now a place for the hybrids prosecuted for living, and starving to finally breathe. The children ran down the snowy sides, and the old crow hybrid looked up to the moon, offering thanks to whoever led them to such a precious home, a home that accommodated all of them no matter their abilities. A home for hybrids young and all.  

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Wake Up Bunny, the Birds are Stealing the Carrots

Summary: O!Tommy waking O!Technoblade up.

"YOU BITCH!!" Technoblade curled up, ears, laying flat against his head rising to help shut out the noise the came from the outside world. It was way too early for this. The voices agreed, arguing that he should kick the intruder and go back to sleep, it got rid of the stubborn princesses when he did. 

But Techno didn't want to move, so he did the obvious move of curling up and trying to ignore the annoying chirps from outside. 

"YOU TECH, THE BIRDS ARE EATING YOU CARROTS!"

Before Techno knew it he was out the door, shooing off birds. 

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Crow Father tucks the Children into Bed

Summary: O!Phil moving everyone to bed, lol.

"I am!!"

"Really?" Phil looked unimpressed as Tommy shuffled closer to the Pube doors. 

"Yes, I’m going to bed!" Tommy was the last of the children, aka less than 200 years in Phil's eyes that need to be tucked into bed. Phil knew he was lying. 

"Go in." 

"I will I just-"

Philza cut him off the younglings off picking him up and carrying him past the pube doors, despite the squeaks and yells that bird gave. He knew the young need to all be together so that's where he brought Tommy to the nest room where everyone else resided.

Tommy pouted till he had a few blankets thrown over him. Screaks turned to curious chirps as Phil lifted the blanket to see Tommy's eyes dilated, hybrid side peaking out fully. 

"Now we sleep." 

Tommy pouted, his senses returning a bit, as he crawled further into the nest, and plopped onto Technoblade's belly. the bunny said nothing as he started to pet Tommy's hair. Phil pushed everyone close, taking his spot halfway between, laying down with his flock, his messy silly flock. Those he'd die for. He lay there covering them all with the only gift he had. His wings. 

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Bunny Run the Hunters Prowl

Summary: O!Phil Save O!Techno from hunters!

Pouring rain was the only sound that could be heard over Technoblade's pants. Every step in line with the padder of the rain on the dirt below. Metal clattered occasionally as the hunters chased. A simple gathering mission turned into a nightmare as Technoblade ran. Birds flew away, their cries filling the bunny's ears as he fell. 

Tripping over a root would be Techno's downfall. But the nets never came, instead, a shadow leaned over Techno's head, blocking the rain, as he looked up. 

"Hey mate, how ya?" 

Techno stared in shock at the man, his wings blocking the rain. 

An elytrian, peered down at Technoblade. How? They were support to be extinct, hunted for their wings, giving humans the ability to fly. Yet here was one, dripping with blood, from his mouth, and coating his robes. 

"What?"

"Those hunters were a pain," The elytrian lowered down, to brush the stay stand from Techno's face. "Having less of them is always better."

The Smile from the elytrian was too sharp, making Techno jump up, almost hitting the elytrian as he backed up, and fell back. The Elytrian just laughed as Techno stared at him in shock before he smiled too. 

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Blind in Moonlight, but Deaf in Daylight

Summary: Blind Date for Missa and Phil set up by Kristin and Techno.

"Where is this place again??" Philza muttered to himself texting the question to Technoblade as he blindly walked. 

"To your left idiot ;)" Techno texted back, and Phil did as instructed to see exactly what he was looking for. The restaurant. A silly blind date set up by his best friend and his wife. Should Phil really be allowed to go on a date while he's married? No, but his wife figured he should have someone at home with him while she's gone, so why not a boyfriend? It's so silly that Phil couldn't help but giggle as he walked in. 

He wasn't expecting to see a man in a suit and tie at the table. His skull showed through his skin at certain angles as he pondered the menu. Dark messy hair, assumingly from the clock that dropped over his chair. 

"Hey, mate."

The man almost jumped from his chair at Phil's words, and Phil couldn't help but laugh, as he took his seat, loosening up the tie around his own neck as lounged in his seat. 

"Name's Philza," Phil reached out to the skeleton.

"Missa," the man replied taking Phil's open hand to his lips, with a small smile. 

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Books lead to Cute Roads

Summary: Techno and Phil getting books and a meet-cute with Missa and Phil. 

Bookstores never get crowded at least in Phil's experience. Apparently, today was the exception, as hundreds of college students piled into the store, loud chattering could be heard. Overlapping words and reason, they tried to get the right textbooks for their classes. Techno just grabbed Phil's hand and led him to the back section already knowing where the books were. Phil's thankful that Techno looked beforehand so they didn't have to stay long. Phil let go of Techno's hand as they arrived. 

Soon a book fell and Phil stopped to pick it up meeting someone else's hands, and then eyes. 

Dark eyes stared at Phil as they quickly abandoned the book mumbling apologies, that sounded like gibberish to Phil, as he rose with the book in hand. A small blush on his cheeks as he handed the book back to the man with a smile. 

"You're all good mate, bet the book is good." The man's face mimics the blush dusting Phil's cheeks.

"Yeah, it's my like like uhm, favorite one." 

"Cool,"

"Yo Phil got the books!" Techno called, Phil waved to the man and wished him well as he ran to Technoblade's side, rubbing his hand, the heat lingering.  

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A Ticket to a Relationship

Summary: QSMP meet Cute with Phil and Missa.

Philza never expected a ticket raffle to apri up people when he accepted the invitation to join Quackity's server. Let alone that the pair would then need to take care of children. The latter for some reason is less worrying to Phil. He's taken care of kids before but being paired up with someone who he barely understands feels much more daunting than taking care of a young hybrid. 

Said hybrids were waving at him, and he couldn't help but wave back, missing his ticket printing and sliding below everyone's feet. Phil gave chase bumping into the skeleton hybrid, Missa.

Missa smiled helping Phil to stabilize himself and grabbing the ticket that he was able to pin beneath his feet. He smiled as he handed Phil the ticket.

"Sorry, about that mate," Phil said sheepishly, feeling bad that he basically ran into the other man. 

"No, it's good, sorry about getting in the way, umm Felipe." 

Phil chuckled as he gestured to the ticket machine and everyone talking to the children and their new partners. 

"Got to get your ticket mate," They both share a smile.

"Letter D." Phil sees on the ticket.

"I've got Letter D." Missa echoed Phil. 

Phil looked at him shocked, as Missa came back over to the Avaian showing his ticket to Phil, and indeed he had a D inscribed on his ticket. 

"Would this be... fate??" Missa chuckled as they looked around, for it was time for the latter option, grabbing a child. Phil looked around finding most of the parents grabbing a child already. He didn't want to lose Missa either in the crowd so gabbing his hand he marched forward, finding a child, in a little duck floaty, who would connect the two further than they ever thought when they pulled tickets. 

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Kiss the Little Ones, One Last TIme

Summary: Forehead kisses for sleeping little ones.  Phil and the eggs go to his hardcore world.

"Sleep mi huevo, say holla to dreams. 

Fall into her lovely wings, her warm embrace to breathe.

Flock is there, holding your hands. 

Breath such a breath that no one will ever see."

Philza gave the little ones small peaks on their head, letting them drift off. They've all laid down, the reaper there in spirit, waiting on the other side for his family. Philza breathed his last breath in the QSMP falling to the other side. Gasping a new breath in a world all his own, a world where his children have thrived before and will thrive again: Home.

[iru-doodles]

so uh,,,,guess im actually gonna do this-

let's see how far this goes, shalt we?

heres the first designs lol ill update them later

The Comic starts here

The Basics of the AU:

Since this is a separated!au, only mikey stayed with splinter here. The rest of the teetlez got lost sadly-

Leo- Leo ended up in the Hidden City somehow, but since he didn't really have any adults to go to, he pretty much raised himself on the streets.

He found a cloaking brooch once and made a human friend who I'm gonna call Mell for now. However, trusting her was a mistake as when he showed her that he was a turtle she kinda broke his cloaking brooch in front of the rest of the human kids and ~trauma~!(This also affects his relationship with April later on, and it takes him a lot longer to trust her than the others. Surprisingly this AU actually came about with the idea of Leo having a human friend lol.)

At 8, Hueso took pity on him and allowed him to start working, and at 10 he got himself a small apartment in a really sketchy part of town(Hueso did not know he was alone, only that he was homeless. The foster care system in the Hidden City needs work, so he didn't turn Leo in for that reason as well. He would've taken Leo in but Leo always escaped when he tried to offer.)

He met Usagi, his best friend(and crush but shhh) at 13 while working at Hueso's, and he starts to get over his trust issues yay!

The brothers find him when Leo's 14 at Hueso's!

Man that was longer than expected, aNYWAYS-

Donnie- He was raised by Big Mama in the Hotel lol. One of her workers found him in the sewers and Big Mama happened to be attached to that worker. Unfortunately he died so Big Mama took Donnie in but...she had no idea how to raise him so she pretty much neglected him til he was like 8. The tipping point was because Donnie got kidnapped so uh giving the bois more trauma yay :)

He meets Raph and Mikey when he's 11 and sneaks out to the surface and they bump into each other. Chaos occurs lol

Mikey- Splinter managed to keep him! After Splints lost the other turtles though, he panicked and confronted Draxum in the belief that it was his fault and he stole them back. The two started arguing really loud and Mikey started crying, so Splinter stopped yelling and tried to shush him. Drax is soft inside really so he and Splints become amicable as Mikey grows up. Splints teaches Mikey ninjocity, while Drax helps him keep his ninpo in check. Drax and Splints eventually get unofficially married lol.

Raph- Raph survived on the human streets until he was like 4 somehow, and then found the lair around 4 and a half I'd say? He becomes Mikey's imaginary friend for like a week until Draxum finds out. Him and Mikey are raised together after that :) He's super protective of Mikey once he learns about the twins being missing and even before.

April- Donnie met her while sneaking up to the surface at like 7 years old(he was a dumb little kid who thought he was invincible ok don't blame him lol). Big Mama was wary of her at first but soon adored her and trusted her(more than Donnie but don't let him know that)

im going to try and make a comic but since i'm very much a beginner artist with no formal training, please don't expect much lol :) love yall! <3

[vbs-len-official]

Hi everyone!!

My name's Len, and I'm an aspiring DJ!! I hope we have lots of fun together!

[OOC]

Hey hey!! This rp account is run by @fandomgurupotter! I also run @nightcord-len-official!

I am NOT affiliated with Sega, Colorful Palette, or the PJSK team! This is an unofficial fun rp account! I'm here to have fun! ^^

Tags I'll use are #Len-Posting and #ooc for out of character!

My asks are open!! Just please no NSFW asks. Me and Len are both minors!

That's all I can come up with for this intro post (might add later if I remember anything I forgot). I hope we all have fun here!!

Yes I copied and pasted some things from my other blog SHHH 😭 I might tidy this up tomorrow morning when I'm more awake and functioning lol-

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxxv.e: The Red, So what ar- “Salem?” AHHHH!!!!! I jump and turn around … OH!!! H-hey Mrs.Van. She walked in through the archway, and asked “You are here sooner than I’d expect … did you come to chat with me about something? Who were you talking to my dear?” Uhhhhh. I looked back across the table to the other side of the booth … Hope was … gone … I turned back to face her. No one, just thinking out loud I suppose haha, I put on the most nervous smile one could. “Are you feeling alright?” She walked over and put the back of her hand on my forehead. “You seem a little warm, but nothing to be worried about.” Y-Yeah! I’m not sick … or … at least not like that I think. Uhm but kind of, TO YOUR QUESTION … About the … other … stuff. She looked at me with this serious stare, then went and grabbed us both two cups of already hot tea. She placed my cup in front of me on a little tea plate, then sat down across from me, and took a large sip, then … “Go ahead” What is next, we got the money, and made contact with that billionaire dude right … so what is next. “We are to wait a few days … get our plan straight with our men, set some checkpoints in a few places I have in mind, then we will try and capture and secure one of Alzon’s drug/weapon trucks from MS13 … start on the reputation dismantling campaign of ours” Ok ok … and what about after that, I mean we have to start preparing for K, what’s your first plan there? “We are to do a little field research, you and J will be tracking down a man by the name of Laroy Bansky … he used to be a senior officer for K, and supposedly is still living here in The City … he also has become somewhat vocal about his hate for K and their business” Ok, so what do you want us to do exactly? Hire the fuckin guy? Question him? “Yes in a way, you are to question him on some basic things, like if he has anything he could give us that could lead to some breaks in their systems/any and all ways to track their unofficial activity. We want a way into their business network to predict their shipments, get an idea of how much money they bring in, see what ways we can cripple them etc. You will offer him some money I will provide, and try to convince him to meet with me at a private location of which I am still deciding on … I will take it from there, and then after we can go move further” Mmm ok … what else is there to do then, that cannot be it right? “There are other things yes, that I have being set up and being put in action as we speak” What exactly? I can help, wha- “No no … you are to rest and be ready for when your time is … I need you to be at the peak of your mental capacity, able to work without any hitches” I’m fine, I can do more here, I want to do more so we can move this thing fast, we cannot let Alz- “Shhh … you are not to speak on my plans as if you are the pen holder … understand me?” … I looked in shock … then calmed down and took a big sip from my cup. Y-yeah … understood. She stood then walked over to me and put her left hand on my left shoulder … standing off to my side blocking my way out of the booth. “Salem … do not rush, or you will trip and ruin all it is that you wish to achieve here … you must show patience now more than ever. I could see you were stressed out from the moment I seen you … “speaking out loud” … go up to your old bedroom and rest, no exceptions.” What about Cadeo? “He is out, learning some important lessons, he will not mind.” ... [To Be Continued]

[its-kall-the-clown]

7 or 33 with wukong and mk because i need that angst juice to fill me up

*Pours your a cup of dark bitter angst* don't worry fam. You came to the right place. ☕🤡

I went with number 7. Enjoy!

Could be read as an unofficially part two to THIS or could be read as a stand-alone.

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What Lies in the shadows

Rating: PG

Warnings: vomit mentioned and panic attacks but it's all mild.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

MK is shoved to the floor landing on his but. His mentor stood over him, a dark expression cast across his face like a shadow across the sidewalk. Hard and unyielding.

"I asked if you could handle this!" They bellow descending on them like a tiger. Rage and claws and disapproving snarls that shred MK'd heart and stick to his ribcage.

"I c-can!!" MK backs away scooting back in his butt as the monkey king prowls forward a cruel laugh on his lips.

"Liar! Don't lie to me!" He barks out another scoff.

"You can't handle this, you can't even train with me without messing up!" He growls fangs showing and making MK's stomach curl.

“How can I expect you to become my successor when you can get the simplest things right?” he rips the staff out of Mk’s hand, taking away his last defence against the raging Monkey King.

“You are unworthy!” he hissed out between gnashed teeth and MK felt the tears pool at his eyes, cascading down his cheeks plopping onto the training grounds uselessly. They turn on MK, casting him in his long shadow.

“I made a mistake picking you as my successor.”

No….please no.

The final blow of words was worse than any pain MK had ever endured. He reaches forward trying to catch the fading light that was slipping through his fingers. He was being abandoned again, and this time it was his fault.

He wasn’t enough. He was never going to be enough.

The shadows wrap around him, bind him to his fate of being nothing but a disappointment and failure. He's swaddled in it and it drags him under.

He tosses and turns as the shadows become hands, gripping and pulling him apart under their uncaring touch. They grab his clothes, muffle his voice and pursue him till he's overtaken by the shadows' hands.

He sits up with a gasp.

His nightmare fresh in his mind and the phantom hands still grabbing at his wrist and throat. He's dashing to the bathroom. He's gonna puke up all the shadows that forced their way down his throat and into his stomach.

Hes correct when he throws up, but instead of shadows and swirling doubt its just regular puke.

Exhausted MK leans against the side of the toilet and let's out a groan. He's so tired. He's burning up and just...so tired.

He had been having nightmares like this all week. It's why he insisted he train even while it was raining, he wanted to be stronger. Better.

Less likely to be abandoned...

"MK? Baby? You alright?"

The door to the bathroom opens and Tang enters slowly. Mk looks up at them and his lip wobbles.

He burst into tears as soon as he's embraced. Shattering like snowfall under a warm touch.

"Shhh it's okay. It's okay. Oh goodness, you're burning up." Tang pressed a hand to MKs forehead and frowns. MK leans into it the cool touch so refreshing against his skin. A little whimper escapes his throat when Tang pulls away.

"Your fever got worse….stay here. I'm gonna get Pigsy and see what he says." Tang tried to stand up but MK grabs the front of his sleep shirt tightly.

"Don't go! Don't leave me!!" He begs between shaking sobs. Tnag gives him a pitiful look.

"I'm just going to get-"

"No!!" Mk claws more desperately against his dad's chest. He couldn't be abandoned not like this. His brain slowly cooking under his fever making it impossible to tell what was real and what wasn't

"Okay, o-okay I'm not leaving you." Tang shifts so MK can crawl into his lap like a lost puppy. Tang runs his fingers through MKs sweaty hair soothing him for a bit before calling out.

"Pigsy! Bathroom, please. Now!" He calls and MK can't even be bothered at how his ears ring from the echoing against the tile.

Pigsy is there he's not sure how he got there but a hand is pressed to his forehead again.

"Hospital?"

"Hospital." The demon grunts with an affirming nod. Even though it's not outwardly displayed MK can see the worry swirling in his eyes. Hushed whispers are exchanged from his parents, something about keys and coats.

"Come here" Pigsy's it holding MK now and MK whimpers into their neck. He's big now, he must have shifted into his larger form to make it easier to carry him.

MK liked when Pigsy was big. There was just so much more of him and more Pigsy was always better. It meant bigger hugs, it meant his dadsy could hold him again like when he was younger.

And it meant he could protect him.

"Dadsy!!" He cries clinging to them, his body easily supported by the larger demon.

"It's okay, I got you. You're okay buddy." He hears Pigsy snuff into his hair and he is being lifted and moved now.

A constant hand rubs the back of his head and MK leans into it. His body is supported by thick stocky arms.

He's safe now. He's not being left behind.

He closes his eyes and rests his head against his dadsy's chest.

He's confident that if he has dreams again they won't be of disappointed glares but of warm embraces of his dad's.

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

i've been thinking about a sagau x monster prom crossover for DAYS

usually my brainworms give up by now but nooooooo

it's just nonstop so i'm gonna share some of it with you in hopes that it'll either go away or at least give someone some amusement

the main premise is god!reader being a member of the cast, not one of the main prospects but they show up a lot (or they are one of the options but, y'know, like the most difficult route bc the requirements need like a perfect run to meet & even then it's treated as a one off thing (you're devoted to your people/protecting this poor soul from them))

the entire cult was isekai'd and the others can make appearances, but you tend to try and avoid intervention bc you know this is a game and you don't know if it also counts as yours (either way you're pretty set as teyvat's god and you don't think they're willing to share, gotta protect the world, the coven would be proud)

i see the cast seeing you as kinda boring in the 'doesn't resort to violence, murder, or drugs and actually gives a damn about the less fortunate????' but also that puts you closer to the 'must protect' category with blobbert and scott

zoe is the only one who actually knows that you're mx god of gods and the two of you vibe on being more ancient and powerful than everyone else while usually being depicted as the more normal or harmless than the rest (aside from particular moments, like Zoe lashing out, but those are triggered by an outside source)

please feel free to troll the fuck out of leonard and maybe kill and revive him a few times can't be arrested if he's not dead

i feel like your secret ending would revolve around finding a way back home and like maybe creating a way to go back and forth so you can still spend time with the pc bc you gotta give them that satisfying ending (or maybe they come with idk it won't last)

fucking love imagining the various possible scenes where people find out you're not as harmless as you seem, maybe a full run of that could be a second secret ending

honestly really like the idea of god reader meeting damien's dads for some reason??? but like damien's my fave and i love him and his dads and their relationship so it's not surprising

BUT AGAIN WITH ZOE

the two of you can totally complain about your cults (yours is an "organized religion"? ok whatever) together and how over the top they can be, but you definitely count yourself lucky that yours is so much better (though i suppose they do get better in one of zoe's secret endings, you'd probably cameo there)

calculester would love you, finally one of his friends has a fucking MORAL COMPASS (the coven too)

let loose sometimes tho, you gotta keep up with the shenanigans

PLEASE punch the interdimensional prince in the face

also it'd be so cool to hang with valerie and you're not monster enough for the slayer to go after you so you and aaravi can hang too!

omg talking video game stuff with aaravi she'd be so interested in the artifacts and weapons from teyvat

you can hear the narrator btw & sometimes discuss with him how much you can do without messing up the game's progression (letting you build up a whole ass unofficial empire w/ your group behind the scenes, the advice on how to keep out of vera's sights and away from any in-game powers (the only real threats, let's be honest here) is op)

any time anyone says anything like "but that's impossible" you can just pipe in like "since when does logic apply to spooky high? just ask [player name]"

yes you say player name there :)

AND IMAGINING THE WEEKEND AND LUNCH BITS NOW BYE

just it's so fun???

ALSO ALSO LET'S TALK SPRITES

i'll leave most of it to your imagination but you could totally give cameos to your faves! like half the genshin cast (ok that's an exaggeration but shhh) can transform, just like, kffjsdjgkslk wisp venti or birb xiao chilling on your shoulder??? carrying around a fox yae??? idk how canon it is but ik a lot of people on here like talking about a smaller dragon zhongli and like just keep him on your shoulders it's perfect

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

Hello! I've never request inside tumblr so Idk if I'm making it right? But I'd like to request a fluffy one with Gojo and the reader kinda take Megumi as their son and sometimes embarrasses him in front of the other two. Is that ok? Sorry if It's a lot 😔 and srry if my English is bad, it's not my first language

Yupp and don't worry! Your English is great ❤ I'm more afraid of my usage of English lol

I hope you like it!

At this point Megumi is practically your unofficial adopted son.

Megumi having been with Gojou and you for a quite some time and is well acquainted with your both of your antics.

He knows you both mean well, but he wishes you would both take things down a notch.

Whenever you and Gojou and you are both home, you would often invite Megumi over for dinner.

When you're the one who's cooking you like to make lots of healthy and nutritious dishes.

When it's Gojou who's cooking for you both, you can expect things like a heart written in ketchup over omurice. Which makes Megumi uncomfortable but he eats it regardless.

"Here, Megumi some vegetables so you can grow stronger~!" Que Gojou sensei filling Megumi's bowl with vegetables. (He just doesn't want to eat them himself shhh)

Gojou is affectionate and clingy when he's with you. Unexpected kisses and back hugs and he makes sure Megumi can see.

"Can you two not?"

Unexpected visits from either of you, to check up on how he's doing. Despite wanting to ignore his sensei, Gojou sensei will keep on knocking until Megumi opens the door.

If either you or Gojou goes on missions away from Tokyo, Megumi can expect souvenirs from time to time. One time he got a weird keychain from you from Hokkaido, which he keeps in his drawer.

Oh things only get worse when he's in class with Yuji and Nobara.

Gojou sensei gets a kick out of teasing and embarrassing his students especially the stoic boy. "Oya, Megumi is this the best you can do? I didn't even break a sweat." While Megumi sits on the ground covered in sweat panting. While Yuji and Nobara are laughing in the background.

Unlike your s/o, you're a little nicer and like how you like to bring everyone bottles of water after a sparring session but not for Satoru because you bet he barely did anything.

Overall, Megumi finds you both annoyingly endearing but deep inside he's happy to have people who care so much for him.

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Small Comforts

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x Fem!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: angst, Jack crys, mentions of a sex trafficking ring as part of mission (very brief), I think that’s it 

Word Count: 722

Author’s Note: I was in my feels the other night over the cowboy and was wanting to play with his hair so this happened. I didn’t intend for it to be angsty but that’s just what happened. As always thank you so my unofficial/official editor @clint-aww-no-barton​. I hope you all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed! Also surprise cause I didn’t plan this one at all. I couldn’t find the gif that gave me this idea so this one will have to work.

ao3 link for story

  Rain fell steady against the roof above your head. The dim light of the lamp on your nightstand was just enough for you to read by. You had decided to head up to bed early, even after sitting for hours checking your phone for the time and any messages. He had told you he would be home at some point that night but you never knew when. The last time you had spoke to him you could hear in his voice how rough the mission had been.

  You heard the front door open and close. A bag dropped to the ground and then the heavy boot steps making their way towards you. You stuck a bookmark between the pages, marking your spot, before sitting your book aside just in time to see Jack walk through the door. The second you saw him your heart sank. He walked with a limp, his entire body slumped and weary. The look on his face broke your heart. You hadn’t seen him like this in a long time. He pulled off his jacket before slipping off his boots and hanging his hat up. He didn’t even bother with the rest of his clothes before crawling into bed. You patted your lap without a word and he fixed himself lying down, his head falling into your lap.

  Your fingers laced through his hair and began to pull softly at the brown locks, massaging his scalp. It earned a sigh from him and you felt his body relax. You wanted to ask what happened but didn’t want to bring it up. You knew he would tell you but the need to know if he was fully okay was eating at you.

  “Are you okay my love?” Your voice was soft and easy.

  “I’m alright darlin’. I got a few bruised rips and just going to be real sore. I had go check in with Ginger before I could come home,” he spoke softly his hand reaching out to run at your covered leg softly.

  You reached your other hand down and his found it before lacing your fingers together. He played with your fingers softly, a silence falling between the two of you. Your fingers never left his hair until he was raising up and looking over at you. His eyes searched over your face, so full of weariness and something else that worried you. He reached up and kissed you softly but he lingered a lot longer than you thought he might.

  “Jack are you sure you’re okay?” You brought a hand up to his cheek and searched his face after the two of you pulled apart.

  “I…It was a human trafficking ring. There was a woman and she…she looked just like you. I even did a double take because I thought…and my heart sank. I couldn’t imagine,” his voice fell to a whisper. “If something happened to you…I wouldn’t never be able to live with myself.”

  He fell apart then and you pulled him to you, letting him let it out while you held him. You let your fingers run through his hair again, and you shushed him trying to calm him down.

  “I’m right here Jack. You won’t let anything like that happen to me and I know it,” you pulled at him slightly so he would look up at you.

  Your hands went to his face and you bent down to kiss him again. When you pulled away your forehead fell to his softly and the two of you sat there for a moment just enjoying each other’s touch.

  “Why don’t we go take a shower? Or even a bath if you would rather,” you finally spoke.

  “I figured you already had one.”

  “I can take another one,” you smiled softly down at him.

  “Can we just lay here a bit longer? I just want to hold you darlin’. Make sure you’re…” his voice faded.

  “Shhh Jack I know. We can do that.”

  You moved down under the covers where he soon moved in close. He pulled you to him, his arms encasing you and once again he let out a breath like he finally knew you were really here and not going anywhere.

  “I’m never going to let you go darlin’.”

  “I don’t want you to my love, never.”

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