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[everestermount]

How Jordan Romero Became the Youngest Person to Reach Everest’s Summit

On May 22, 2010, Jordan Romero made history by becoming the youngest person to summit Mount Everest. At just 13 years and 10 months old, this American teenager achieved a feat that most seasoned climbers only dream of. Romero’s journey to the top of the world wasn’t just a story of determination and grit but also one of meticulous preparation, teamwork, and a clear vision that began at an extraordinarily young age.

The Seed of a Dream

Romero’s fascination with mountains began when he was just nine years old. A mural of the Seven Summits — the highest peaks on each continent — in his school hall sparked his imagination. While many children might have dismissed such a dream as impossible, Romero took it as a challenge. With unwavering support from his father, Paul Romero, and stepmother, Karen Lundgren, both experienced athletes, he began charting his course to climb the Seven Summits.

By the time Romero decided to tackle Everest, he had already summited Mount Kilimanjaro in Africa, Mount Elbrus in Europe, Mount Kosciuszko in Australia, and Aconcagua in South America. Each climb served as a stepping stone, providing invaluable experience and building his confidence.

Preparation for Everest

Everest is not a mountain to be taken lightly, especially for someone as young as Romero. The preparation for this expedition was intense. Romero’s parents played a pivotal role in ensuring that he was physically, mentally, and emotionally prepared for the challenge. They trained together as a team, focusing on endurance, strength, and altitude acclimatization.

Romero also underwent rigorous technical training to hone his climbing skills. His family consulted with seasoned mountaineers, doctors, and other experts to assess potential risks. Nutrition, hydration, and oxygen use were carefully studied and incorporated into his training regimen.

The team chose to climb Everest from the northern Tibetan side, considered less crowded than the southern Nepalese route. This decision was strategic, as the northern route is believed to be slightly less prone to avalanches and offers a longer summit day but more stable weather conditions. However, it is technically more challenging, requiring climbers to traverse the daunting North Col and the treacherous Second Step.

The Journey to the Summit

Romero’s Everest expedition was a family affair. Accompanied by his father, stepmother, and three Sherpa guides, he set off on this extraordinary journey. The climb was not without challenges. Harsh weather conditions, the effects of high altitude, and the physical demands of the mountain tested the team’s resolve.

Romero faced the same dangers as any other climber, including frostbite, hypothermia, and acute mountain sickness (AMS). Yet, his young age added a layer of complexity. Critics questioned whether someone so young should be exposed to such risks, sparking a broader debate about age limits for high-altitude climbing. Romero, however, demonstrated maturity beyond his years. He showed remarkable discipline in following safety protocols, conserving energy, and maintaining focus on his goal.

The team’s meticulous planning paid off. On May 22, 2010, at around 9:45 a.m., Jordan Romero stood atop the 29,032-foot summit of Mount Everest. Holding a banner with the names of supporters and well-wishers, he gazed out at the Himalayan expanse, accomplishing a dream that had once seemed impossible.

The Aftermath and Legacy

Romero’s achievement garnered international attention. At just 13 years old, he had not only conquered Everest but also inspired countless people worldwide. His accomplishment highlighted the importance of determination, preparation, and the support of a strong team.

However, Romero’s journey didn’t end there. By the age of 15, he completed his Seven Summits quest by climbing Antarctica’s Vinson Massif, becoming the youngest person in the world to achieve this feat. His story has since been chronicled in a book, No Summit Out of Sight: The True Story of the Youngest Person to Climb the Seven Summits, co-authored with Linda LeBlanc. The book serves as both a memoir and a motivational guide for aspiring adventurers.

Lessons from Romero’s Journey

Jordan Romero’s story is a testament to the power of dreams and the human spirit’s capacity for perseverance. His journey underscores several valuable lessons:

Set Ambitious Goals: Romero’s ambition to climb the Seven Summits shows the importance of dreaming big and setting clear objectives.

Preparation is Key: His extensive training and planning were crucial to his success, proving that careful preparation is often the foundation of great achievements.

Teamwork Matters: Romero’s success was not a solo effort. The support and expertise of his family and guides were indispensable.

Believe in Yourself: Despite facing criticism and doubt, Romero believed in his abilities and stayed committed to his dream.

Conclusion

Jordan Romero’s ascent of Mount Everest at such a young age is a story of inspiration and courage. It challenges conventional notions of what is possible and reminds us that age is just a number when it comes to chasing our dreams. His accomplishment continues to motivate adventurers and dreamers around the world, proving that no summit is out of reach if one dares to climb.

[dyanamic]

Kaamya Karthikeyan makes history by becoming the youngest and oldest Indian woman to scale Mount Everest. Read about her incredible journey and the challenges she overcame.

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Interview | Muthamizh Selvi, the first woman from TN to summit Mount Everest

N Muthamizh Selvi at the Everest summit | Photo Credit: Special Arrangement At 12.20 a.m. on May 23, N Muthamizh Selvi, a teacher of Japanese from Tamil Nadu, was among the first people to summit Mount Everest for the day. Nobody scales the peak during this hour though. Summit ascents usually occur at three and four in the morning after mountaineers begin from the fourth camp at Everest about 12…

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lianna goes on a skiing trip with her brother and his team crew. her historical bickering with george russell turns to something else. ↳ fluff/crack. 4.6k words.

warnings: making out (like... twice. but good provocative making out), author recently started to get some british english studies so it might have gotten a bit carried away, characters with a backstory, lewis hamilton older brother core™ , george being really good with words, spoiled and petty character.

"Imagine you're cold, your brand-new-expensive Moon Boots are wet, you've just lost your favorite Vivienne Westwood necklace, you can't drive to save your life, your hair’s frizzy from the weather, and your older brother keeps talking about how much of a blessing it is to enjoy nature. Life is tough! Too tough!"

Lianna didn’t think joining her brother on this skiing trip would be such a disaster. She imagined cute outfits, sipping hot chocolate by a roaring fire, and maybe getting a few aesthetic paparazzi snaps for good measure. Instead? Wet boots, freezing wind, and an actual uphill climb.

“Lianna, for God’s sake!” Lewis groaned, turning back to stomp a footprint into the snow. “Can you stop whining for five bloody minutes? It’s not the first necklace you lose- and no one forced you to come. And if you don’t stop, I’ll nick those Moon Boots myself, and you can do the rest of the walk barefoot.”

“Wow. Just wow. This is who you call an idol, people? I’d be embarrassed.” She huffed, adjusting her oversized backpack like the world’s most annoyed mountain climber. “Next time, we’re going to Ibiza. Or Mykonos. Somewhere civilised. I’ll start shopping for bikinis as soon as we’re back.”

“Next time,” a voice in the back muttered. “you’ll be in red with Charles Leclerc for company. Keep up, Little Princess.”

Before she could snap back, George Russell breezed past her like he was strolling through Hyde Park, not hiking up a snowy mountain.

“Feeling sad, Mr. Russell? Gonna miss me this much?”

Mutual pining at its finest; that was their thing. George’s endless teasing, her exaggerated reactions — it was like they had their own language.

“You can’t imagine how much, Miss Little Princess,” he replied with a smirk, offering her a hand as they reached a particularly icy bit. “Now come on, or you’ll end up stuck here till spring.”

Lianna sighed dramatically but took his hand anyway. “If I fall, ruin my coat, or twist my ankle, you owe me a new outfit. And not your boring beige nonsense.”

“Noted, Miss Neon Everything.”

When they finally made it to the rented chalet — a cozy wooden house with floor-to-ceiling windows and a roaring fire — it was a much-needed respite. Lianna threw herself into the nearest armchair with a dramatic groan.

Lewis, ever the drill sergeant, clapped his hands together. “Right, we’re hitting the slopes this afternoon. Who’s in?”

Most of the group chimed in enthusiastically, but Lianna didn’t even flinch. “Absolutely not. I’m staying here. Where it’s warm. Like a normal person.”

George, leaning against the doorframe, grinned. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on the princess. Can’t leave her alone with all this nature.”

Lewis rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. “Fine. Try not to kill each other.”

The door clicked shut, and Lianna and George were left alone in the quiet warmth of the house. The youngest Hamilton groaned, tugging a throw blanket over herself.

At least they had phone area; she had some good real fun with Tiktoks before she could feel the pair of eyes over her.

“What?” she snapped, looking up.

“Nothing,” George said, trying to suppress a grin, coming back from the kitchen. “Just enjoying the theatrics. You could’ve been an actress, you know.”

“It is just not fair, my drama is really valid. You numpty.” she muttered, fidgeting with her sweater. “My boots are ruined, my mood is ruined, and now I’m stuck here with you.”

He chuckled, plopping onto the couch beside her. “Admit it, you’d be bored out of your mind without me.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “I thrive in solitude.”

“Is that why you always find me at events?” George teased. “Or why you made sure it was me driving you home after my birthday?”

Her cheeks flushed, and she threw him a pillow without hesitating. "Everyone else was smashed, and you kept offering, like, three times. I said I’d just grab an Uber, but you bolted to get the keys like it was life or death."

“If it helps you sleep at night…” He just smiled, leaning back like he had all the time in the world. “You’re gonna miss me, though. Once you’re off in Italy with Lewis.”

“Nahhh… Not at all. Maybe just some of your paddock fits, and your private jet- Oh, I love the jet. But you?” her nose crunched, ready to keep the yapping but caught off guard when she took a few seconds to look up at him.

The damn blue eyes and the prince posture, even relaxed by the couch. Something like comfort floating in between them and the freedom the driver had while scanning her face.

Her bravado faltered for a moment; he seemed so sure of what he was doing that he even leaned closer. “Maybe a tiny bit, right? We can agree on that.”

She caught her breath. “Us? Agreeing? No way on God’s green earth.”

“You’ll be gutted when I’m not around, admit it.” he winked, in a cheesy way he knew would make her laugh. He is in fact really good with that. “Unlike you, Little princess, I am fully able to recognize I will miss making fun of your over-expensive clothes and your crying when Lew wins- and the tantrums over food! I’ll even miss that...”

“Oh! You clot! I dress well and I cry a lot - my brother is the biggest winner in your sport and I don’t enjoy much food besides mom’s. And the actual problem here is how obsessed you are with me! That’s a lot of information.”

“Obsessed? Nah, that’s too much” he said quietly, “But I guess I really do notice you a lot. You’ve got a presence.”

She blinked, her cockiness crumbling. “Don’t expect me to say anything like that about you- I only notice your boring clothes and your radio calls because they’re funny.”

“Again, if it helps you sleep at night…” he replied, his head only tilted more and more to the side, closer and closer to her. She’s noticed, of course she did. Suddenly it’s getting hot; and they're in the middle of the snow.

There’s something like tension in the air, it’s weird how they can get to that sometimes. It just never happened in a one-on-one environment. Silence grew thick and his breath could reach her cheek now. It is not like they haven’t been near before. 

They stood together in a full elevator once, her body stuck in between his figure and the wall as she kept conversation with their friends also inside the cabin. Tough time for Mister Russell, he fought for his life that day.

She feels that way when he lifts her up to get across the paddock, through the high-posted gates and the half-walls, or when he jokingly approaches her from behind during parties.

It is actually surprising they didn’t cross any line yet.

“I notice when you see me from the distance and you smile. It happens more in the garage… Sometimes I even forget it’s my job to hate you.” it slid from her lips before she could stop it; but, somehow. It felt right to say. The silence was suffocating.

“You smile back every time. You wave too… Like a Little Princess.”

They might not actually hate each other; in fact, it might be the other way around. Even Lianna could see it, now that she took the courage to lean to the side and stare back. Eye-in-eye action. A bold, strong one.

George’s gaze lingered, sharp but soft in a way that made her chest tighten. His confidence wasn’t overbearing, but there was no mistaking the certainty in his eyes. That kind of focus could stop anyone in their tracks, and right now, it was aimed solely at her.

“Little Princess, huh?” she said, her voice quieter now, the teasing edge fading into something she wasn’t entirely prepared for.

His lips twitched, almost smirking. “You wear the title well.”

Her mouth opened to snap back, but nothing came out. She felt trapped — in a good way. Her heart was speeding up, and there was no denying the pull in the air, like something unspoken was gaining weight with every second.

His hand rested on the couch between them, fingers grazing the cushion as though he was holding himself back. Hers wasn’t far off, her fingers clutching the edge of the fabric. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if the space between them was shrinking by the second.

“You’re staring,” she pointed out, her voice trembling slightly, betraying her.

“You’re letting me,” George shot back, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough to make her stomach flip.

She rolled her eyes instinctively, but her attempt at nonchalance was betrayed when her gaze dropped — just for a second — to his lips. He caught it, of course. How could he not?

His hand shifted, the movement slow, deliberate. His fingers grazed curls, moving them to the side before tracing the now free area of her face, featherlight, sending a shockwave straight up her spine. Her first instinct was to pull away, but she didn’t.

Her breath hitched. She wanted to say something — anything — but the words caught in her throat, tangled up in the pounding of her heartbeat. Her throat went dry as soon as he had more skin touching her, hand finding room in the side of her neck, the big palm rubbing against the sensitive part, gently and firmly holding her in place, as controversial it could feel.

The texture of his skin was warm, rougher than she expected, like he’d been gripping the steering wheel too tightly for too long. She’d never thought much about George’s hands before, but now? Now they were all she could think about.

Her own palm pressed lightly around his fist, and the simple connection felt intimate in a way she wasn’t ready to admit. It’s the implying; how his thumb ghosted around her cheek, secretly making way to her bottom lip, hypnotizing, striking. His fingers could get a hold of her hair now and that’s when he knew she was fully melted, just like her head did onto his hand, her eyes almost shutting closed. From the slighted touch. It would form an amazing joke if he could ever think of one at the moment. 

“Still don’t think you’ll miss me?” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the tension crackling between them.

“Not even a little bit,” she lied, though her voice betrayed her again, soft and unsteady.

He leaned closer, the shift so gradual it was like he was giving her time to stop him. His breath was warm against her cheek, and she could feel the faint scent of his cologne — something subtle but crisp, like cedarwood and rain.

They’re closer now, her body betraying her with its natural instinct to lean toward him.

“You’re terrible at lying,” he said, his lips so close to hers now that she could almost feel the words as much as she heard them. “I really thought you were tough. But here you are, practically melting under my touch.”

Her heart felt like it might explode. The weight of his gaze, the heat of his hand against her skin, the sheer proximity — it was all too much and yet not enough. With his hand still holding her in place, his thumb brushed against her lip, as let out a soft laugh, his breath warm against her ear now. “So, this is what happens when I get you alone? Can’t say I’m complaining... but don’t think I won’t use this against you later.”

Her voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling as she said, “Shut up, George.”

And then, as if her words were the permission he’d been waiting for, his lips brushed hers. It wasn’t a kiss, not yet. It was tentative, a question more than an answer. Her brother’s future-ex-teammate leading the hell they’ll turn into paradise, still keeping her where she is as he didn’t let the kiss really happen — driving her crazy. 

A single moment stretched into infinity as her mind raced and her body froze, caught between the overwhelming urge to pull him closer and the voice in her head screaming that this was a bad idea.

Her fingers curled tighter around his wrist, pulling him closer and making him smile teasingly, believing it was enough with the temptation. His lips pressed against hers, soft and warm and everything she hadn’t let herself imagine before.

The world fell away.

She didn’t move at first, too overwhelmed by the weight of it all. But then her body took over, her lips moving against his in a way that felt natural, instinctive. Her hand slid from the couch to his arm, her fingers brushing the smooth fabric of his shirt, and she could feel the muscles beneath tense at her touch.

His lips lingered on hers, teasing, before he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, both of them breathless. The world around them seemed to fade; there was nothing but the quiet of the room and the rapid beats of their hearts, out of sync but somehow perfectly aligned.

George’s hand slid from her neck to her jaw, his thumb brushing her lower lip, drawing her attention to it before capturing her mouth once more. This time, it wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t questioning. It was urgent, like they both knew the clock was ticking, and there was no going back.

Her hands were already tugging at his shirt, pulling him closer, her body instinctively arching into his as if it belonged there. She didn’t care about the consequences anymore. All she cared about was the heat of his skin, the way his lips moved against hers, the way his body fit against hers perfectly.

The kiss deepened, and her fingers slid to the back of his neck, gripping his hair, tugging him down as she tilted her head to get closer, to deepen the kiss. It was reckless. It was desperate. But it was also... exhilarating. Her body pressed harder against his, and she could feel the tension coil tighter inside her, like a spring wound too tight, ready to snap.

Just as she felt him pull her flush against him, his knee sliding between her legs, the door clicked.

They both froze.

The sound of the lock turning seemed to reverberate in her chest. In an instant, George shoved himself away from her, his chest heaving as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

She scrambled to adjust herself, heart pounding, cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.

“Hey, you guys, everyone alive?” Lewis’s voice rang through the room as the door swung open, revealing him with a knowing smirk. “Oh- Did I… Did I interrupt something?”

Lianna’s breath was still shallow, her hand clutching the side of the couch like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

George was trying his best to look unaffected, but his disheveled appearance wasn’t helping.

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “You two are weird. Seriously, what is going on with you two? Are we gonna have to start an intervention?”

Lianna shot him a glare. “What do you want, Lewis?” she snapped, though her voice was a little too shaky to sound convincing.

Lewis, oblivious to the tension that had just enveloped the room, shrugged. “Oh, I just came to grab my... uh, charger. Is everything ok down here? You both seem… Weird?” He glanced between them, the smirk still dancing on his lips. “It’s almost like you’re in a friendly competition or something.”

George shot a glance at Lianna, and in a flash, they both tried to cover the awkwardness with false bravado.

“Oh, please,” Lianna scoffed, crossing her arms, trying to play it cool. “Competition with George isn’t competition. I win every time.”

George quickly jumped in, grinning like he didn’t just almost kiss her senseless. “Never won against me on paddle, karting, chess, soccer… You even lose bets. Don’t lie to-”

“Alright, alright. Got it. You still hate each other. Got it.” Lewis rolled his eyes, clearly not buying it, but he played along.

They both nodded in exaggerated agreement, too quickly to be convincing, but it seemed to ease the weirdness, if only for a second.

“Anyway, I’m off,” Lewis said, his voice light and carefree, though he was clearly still enjoying the strange vibe between them. “We’ve all got that race in an hour, and I don’t plan on being caught in a compromising position again.” He winked at them both. “You two might want to stay away from each other until then, yeah?”

He lingered for a moment longer, clearly sensing something was off but not quite knowing what, before turning to leave.

There was a long silence between them after he left.

Lianna let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “God, that was close.”

George just exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I swear, if he noticed anything, I’ll never hear the end of it.” He leaned against the back of the couch, his expression half annoyed, half amused.

“Well, you wouldn’t have to hear anything if you weren’t so obvious,” she shot back, though there was still a slight edge to her voice. The playful bickering was slowly returning, but there was still a rawness in the air.

“You started it,” he said with a smirk, a challenge in his eyes as he crossed his arms. “You’re the one who can’t keep her hands to herself.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping away from him. “You kissed me, George.”

He grinned. “And you kissed me back.”

“Right, yeah. ” she shot back. “You kissed me, I kissed you back, Lewis got in and stopped us. End of the story”

“Fine, It didn’t seem like you wanted to end it before Lew- Ouch, Lianna!” he started normally, but a pillow hit his face half way through it. 

“Yeah, now stand up and let’s go change. You have to snowboard and I have to sit down and look pretty in my Fendi coat. Let´s go.”

That night, long after the others returned and went to bed, Lianna found herself pacing in her room. Her mind was a storm of thoughts, emotions swirling that she couldn’t quite name. Her heart was racing, every step against the cold wood floor seeming to echo through her. That kiss, that moment — she couldn’t shake it.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed a hoodie, padded barefoot across the hall, and knocked lightly on George’s door.

"Lianna?" His voice was groggy, thick with sleep.

When he opened the door and saw her standing there, his expression softened, eyes still heavy with sleep but already wide awake in that instant. His lips parted, a mixture of surprise and something else she couldn’t quite read.

Without waiting for him to say more, she pushed past him, climbing into his bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Don’t make it weird,” she said, her tone dismissive but her body betraying her nerves, every movement stiff as if she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

“My room’s freezing,” she added, but even to her own ears, it sounded like a half-hearted excuse.

George chuckled, the sound low and warm in the dim room, sliding in beside her without hesitation. "Of course. Wouldn’t dream of it," he muttered, though his voice carried a teasing edge.

The bed creaked under them as they shifted, both finding an awkward comfort in the space between them. It was quiet — too quiet — but the it wasn’t uncomfortable. They lay there in the dark, the moments stretching out between them, until Lianna broke the silence.

“So…” she started, her voice uncertain. “Do you remember that time when we were at that dinner, and you were being all smug because you knew exactly what to order?”

George groaned, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t know you hated the fact that I actually have taste.”

She snorted. “Taste? You were showing off like you were some gourmet chef or something. I swear, I almost choked on my water just to get out of hearing about your ‘expert’ opinions on wine.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm. “I was just trying to share some culture with you. Not my fault you don’t appreciate the finer things in life.”

Lianna raised an eyebrow, turning her head slightly to look at him. “You mean you just like hearing yourself talk.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “But at least you listened. That’s more than I can say for some people.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she said, her voice a little teasing now, though there was something in it that made it feel a little too intimate. “I listened. I just didn’t appreciate it. Just like the way you act like I’m some sort of charity case when you give me rides.”

George turned his head slightly, lips barely touching the top of her hair as he spoke, quieter now. “You know, you always act like you don’t like it. But I think you do. You like the attention.”

Lianna’s breath caught, her mind racing. She had always been so quick to brush off anything too personal between them, especially when it came to him. But now, with his voice so close, the words lingered.

She shifted, unsure of how to respond, but then, without thinking, she said, “Yeah, sure, I like the attention. I’m not ashamed of it.”

George smiled, a genuine warmth in his voice when he spoke again. “I noticed. You do like the spotlight.”

Lianna shifted again, her face now resting just below his collarbone. “I never said I liked it. I just like being noticed when I want to be.” Her fingers brushed the fabric of his shirt, and she cursed herself for making it sound so... intimate.

He paused for a second, the tension between them palpable. "I get that," he murmured softly. "You deserve to be noticed."

Lianna didn’t respond right away. Instead, she let the silence settle between them. She couldn’t ignore it anymore — the way he said it, like it was just a matter of fact. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt suddenly exposed, vulnerable in a way that she hadn’t expected.

They both lay there in the dark, the tension creeping up between them, thick but not unbearable. He spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “I know we always bicker. It’s kind of our thing, isn’t it? But don’t pretend it’s just for fun, Lianna. You know I can’t resist when you get all worked up.”

She turned slightly, her face closer to his now. “Maybe I just like getting under your skin,” she said, her words coming out smoother than she intended.

“Oh, I know you do,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “But don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy when I noticed you, when I called you out on something. You liked the attention just as much as I did."

Lianna’s heart fluttered, the heat between them escalating with every word. “Yeah, maybe I did,” she said, her voice almost a whisper now. She was almost embarrassed by how much it was affecting her, but she didn’t pull away.

George’s fingers brushed against the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. “I noticed you, alright,” he murmured. “Every little thing. Every smile, every look, every time you’d act like you didn’t care, when I knew you did.”

She let out a shaky breath, her chest tightening in response to his words. “I didn’t know you paid that much attention.”

“I always do,” he whispered, his lips so close to her ear now, the words brushing against her skin. “You’re hard to miss, Lianna.”

There it was again. The weight of his words, sinking in as he said it like it was just another casual thing. But it didn’t feel casual. It felt charged, heavy with unspoken meaning.

Lianna opened her mouth, about to reply, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she just let the moment linger, the silence swallowing them both up for a beat before he broke it with a soft exhale.

"You make it hard to keep my distance," George whispered, his lips brushing against the top of her hair.

Her heart skipped. His voice, the way he said it, made her shiver slightly. She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she simply stayed quiet, absorbing his words, trying to figure out what to say next.

But the air around them was electric now. Her body was pressed to his, the warmth of his skin making her chest tighten and her breath catch. Her hand found its way to his chest, lightly resting against him, and it almost felt like a reflex.

Then, without thinking, she leaned in. Her lips met his again, soft at first, hesitant, as if they were both afraid of crossing some invisible line. But the second her lips touched his, everything else seemed to fade away. It deepened naturally, a quiet urgency behind it, as if they both had waited long enough to let this moment stretch between them, just like they knew there’s no going back; ever since earlier on the couch. They started something that’s impossible to just stop now.

Her fingers found the fabric of his shirt, gripping it just a little tighter, and the kiss deepened, slow and sure, like they had all the time in the world. His hands moved, tentative at first, tracing the line of her jaw before cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing the skin with a tenderness that made her heart beat harder.

There was something intoxicating about the way he kissed her—like he was trying to memorize the taste, the warmth of her, but also something urgent, a silent need that they both couldn’t name.

The kiss broke, but neither of them pulled away completely. Their foreheads rested together for a moment, breaths mingling, both of them unwilling to speak. The weight of what had just happened hung there, both of them knowing that it meant something, but neither of them wanting to say it out loud.

She could feel the hum in her chest, that buzzing tension that still lingered, but there was a certain calm, too. The kiss had been slow, deliberate, nothing rushed, nothing forced. And yet, it had been more than either of them expected.

“George,” she whispered again, this time quieter, almost as if she was trying to convince herself.

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arm tighter around her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And just like that, the world seemed to slow. Their lips found each other again in the dark, softer this time, less urgent but no less electric.

Before either of them realized, sleep began to creep in. The kiss faded, their breathing evening out as their bodies relaxed into the warmth of the bed. It was as if everything that had been said, everything that had been left unsaid, was allowed to rest, allowed to settle between them.

They didn’t speak anymore, didn’t need to. The quiet stretched on, thick with the unspoken understanding that something had shifted. And as the hours passed, with their bodies tangled together, both of them finally fell asleep, the tension lingering in the silence but no longer pulling them apart.

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Fettuccine Cookie Headcanons

In game

She is the only cookie (other than golden cheese) who didn’t disappear when Golden’s kingdom was destroyed, because she was in a sarcophagus when it happened

After Golden Cheese wakes up and accepts that her kingdom is gone, Fettuccine follows her around like a little puppy

She has tried eating one of her bows (can you really blame her? It’s pasta)

She befriended Olive Cookie shortly after the events of the Golden Cheese update, and Olive loves to show Fettuccine all the historical stuff she’s discovered over the years

When she heard that Golden Cheese was going to rebuild the kingdom, Fettuccine went into the mines to grab a bunch of wood scraps to help Golden (and Golden definitely cried)

Sometimes visits Gingerbrave in his kingdom and he gives her a tour every. single. time.

She can fall asleep anywhere. Benches, sidewalks, grass, sand gravel: she sleeps everywhere

She’s the type to do that cartoony “*snort* mimimimimi” type of snoring when she does sleep

The candy pasta from Jampie Diner is her favorite food

Modern au

Was adopted by Golden Cheese, and she’s the youngest of her siblings (Burnt Cheese and Mozzarella)

Hides everywhere. In cabinets, behind couches, literally anywhere in sight

She’s scared of just about everything, so that’s why she hides so much

Once she was less scared of Golden Cheese, her favorite hiding spot became under Golden’s shirt

Very accident prone. You know that kid on the playground that was always covered in different colored band-aids? Yeah, that’s her

A surprisingly good climber. Golden Cheese has found her stealing snacks while on top of the counter several times

Freaking loves pasta. Doesn’t matter what shape it is, what’s on it, or how long it’s been sitting in the fridge, if it’s pasta, she’ll eat it

She got sick a few times from eating two-week-old pasta from the back of the fridge

Dresses up as a mummy every year for Halloween. The way she sticks her arms up and squeaks “I’m a mummy!” Steals everyone’s heart and she ends up with a literal mountain of candy every year

Sometimes she jumpscares her siblings by jumping out of closets with her mummy costume on. They’ve gotten used to it, but still pretend to be scared to make Fettuccine smile

Mimics a lot of her mothers actions, and sometimes tries to steal clothes from her mothers closet

That’s all! Let me know if you guys have any other headcanons for her!

Taglist: @janayuga @katsunemillennium @trustymikh @c00kietin @cedric-my-beloved

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales: Part 22, waking up and domestic fluff

And now, they wake up...

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22(you are here)/34

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16) Ch 5 (17-19), Ch 6 (20-23), Ch 7 (24-27), Ch 8 (28-31), Ch 9 (32-34)

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Something moving started to pull him from the deeper sleep he had been enjoying. It wasn’t the first time he felt something move while sleeping. It frequently happens; he ignores it and continues to sleep, which is how it usually goes. His tentacles, reacting to the emotions that his dreams stir, are typically what he feels when moving about in bed. 

This was different, though.

It felt like small hands pushing on his back as someone was climbing on him. Soft, hushed voices telling the one who was climbing him confirmed his suspension. Nightmare groaned softly before opening his eye and looking at the little skeletons. Killer continued to climb up on him, settling down in the center of his back, making it hard for Nightmare to see him.

“killer,” Horror hissed softly in a whisper, “you woke him up.”

“i did?” Killer asked without the care of keeping quiet.

“You did,” Nightmare said before yawning. Slowly sitting up, he felt Killer safely slip down onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

“sorry,” Dust said softly.

“No need to apologize. I actually had a pleasant sleep. I hope you four did as well,” Nightmare said as his tendrils curled around the four small skeletons in a hug. “Now, if only I woke up on my own accord and not because some little minion decided to start crawling all over me. A rude awakening by an intrepid mountain climber is a poor start to a day.”

“intepit?” Cross asked.

“In-trep-id,” Nightmare corrected.

“intrepid,” Cross said, trying again.

“There you go, it means fearless or adventurous,” Nightmare explained.

“that’s me!” Killer exclaimed, holding his arms up excitedly.

Nightmare used a tendril to pick the child up, purposefully holding him upside-down, “Yes, that was you, but your actions were still rude. Were they not?”

Killer giggled, “sorry!”

“Why do I doubt that you are?” Nightmare asked, and Killer giggled more as Nightmare set him back down. “Alas, the youth these days have no respect for their elders. Whatever is an old man like me to do?”

“i re-pect you, mr. night,” Cross said quickly before whispering to Horror, “what’s re-pect mean?”

“respect, it means… um…,” Horror put his hand to his chin as he thought. “i know what it means just… um…”

“You are unsure how to define it, or put it into words?” Nightmare asked, and Horror nodded. “Start, and I will help you when you need it.”

“okay, um. it means that you… show uh… well you listen and you…show someone they are important,” Horror said, then looked at Nightmare.

“Exactly. You honor them by listening, doing as they ask, and being polite.” He smiled and patted Horror on the back. “You did well, Horror. You did not need my help after all.”

“thank you, mr. night,” Horror said with a smile.

“i respect you! i just like being silly,” Killer giggled.

“That you do, you little imp,” Nightmare huffed.

To that, Killer gasped and folded his arms, “i’m not an imp! i’m a skeleton!”

“Yes, you are. Come along, babybones. Time for breakfast,” Nightmare said as he stood from his bed.

“oh! oh! can you carry me, pleeeeaaase~?” Killer asked, holding his arms up in the traditional ‘pick me up pose’ all children seem to know naturally.

“me too! please!” Cross said, putting his arms up as well.

“Alright,” he said as he used his tendrils to wrap around those two and lifted them off the bed. Killer giggled and squirmed a little before finally settling into the hold. It amused Nightmare as the youngest, Cross, patted the tendril as if it were alive while whispering, “thank you” to the limb. As Cross continued to gently pet the limb, Nightmare turned his attention to Dust and Horror. “What about you two? Do you want to be carried, as well?”

“yes, please,” Horror replied, and Nightmare curled a tendril around him. Horror simply hugged the limb that held him with a content smile.

Dust was hesitant and fiddled with his fingers for a short moment before he softly muttered, “please?”

And with that, Nightmare lifted him off the bed as well. Just as before, there was a flinch at the initial contact, but Dust soon relaxed and was lifted off the bed. He looked down and around himself, interested in the different angle he now had to view everything. 

Nightmare made his way out of his room to theirs to help them pick out what they would wear and get them ready for the day. Keeping Killer and Cross focused was a struggle, but he could after that good sleep. One at a time, he helped them brush their teeth, Cross needing help with the action to make sure he got all of his teeth, and a tendril around Killer kept him in place long enough to complete the task. Once done and dressed, he walked them down the hall.

“what about you, mr. night? you still have your jammies on!” Cross asked.

“That I do. Once you four are being watched by Lyra, I shall change and brush my teeth,” He explained as they continued on their way. This time, they wanted to walk on their own—Killer and Dust on one side, Horror and Cross on the other side of him. Killer and Horror were holding a tendril in one hand and the other’s hand in the other.

Once they reached the kitchen, he found Lyra at the refrigerator going through its contents. She looked up at Nightmare and the others and smiled. “I hope you do not mind. I decided to make meal plans for the week,” she said, closing the refrigerator door.

“I do not mind at all. I will admit, I was so busy with other things that I just decided on meals when it was time to eat,” Nightmare admitted. “Speaking of meals, I have four little baby bones-”

“i’m not a baby! i’m an intrupid,” Killer started.

“Intrepid,” Nightmare corrected.

“intrepid… umm… oh! climber!” Killer announced.

“you are a babybones,” Horror grinned while patting Killer on the head.

“nuh-uh!” Killer rebutted.

“Alright, no more arguing. All four of you are baby bones, adventurous nature or not. Now, if Lyra is alright with it, I will leave you four in her care as I get myself ready for the day,” Nightmare declared.

“okay, mr. night!” Cross said before hugging Nightmare around the legs.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I will have them help with breakfast, and when you get back, we will enjoy a meal together,” Lyra smiled.

It had been long enough that Dust could now eat most of what was given to him without making him sick. And with them helping, that should keep Killer out of trouble and Horror entertained enough not to prank the others. Content they were in good hands, Nightmare started to turn to leave when he felt someone holding one of his tendrils.

Looking down, he saw Dust holding the limb in question. He was near tears as he looked up at Nightmare with a pleading look that said what his voice was failing to say. Dust wanted to come with. When he was alone with the boys, Dust stayed close whenever Nightmare was home. He usually did not initiate physical contact beyond holding a tendril like now, but he did accept it when offered. At this moment, when the others were going over to Lyra to learn what she had planned for breakfast and how they could help, Nightmare considered Dust may have become “clingy.”

What was he to do…

Nightmare will not admit it, but after his troubles as a small child at the hands of adults… he had a soft spot for them. Such young children should be his brother's concern. And yet, Nightmare just had a hard time hurting, emotionally or physically, children. It just felt like bullying.

He just… didn’t like bullying of children…

That dislike only seemed to get stronger the older he got.

But this wouldn’t be bullying… it would be telling Dust he had to wait with the others.

And yet…

He was getting soft…

Those sad eyelights, tears in the corner of his sockets, as the child silently pleaded…

“Dust,” Lyra said as she walked over and knelt down. “Mr. Night just needs to get dressed and cleaned up like you did.”

Dust looked down at the floor and nodded; he understood, but… Nightmare was the first adult to show him kindness and love. After all the anger and hate he had experienced, Dust seemed scared to be away from Nightmare. He felt safe when Nightmare was around and wanted the guardian who was protecting him from “The Doctor” to stay nearby.

“Lyra, I,” Nightmare started, but Lyra shook her head.

“Dust, I have an idea. Can you help me? Nightmare is going to be very hungry by the time he is done, and I do not think I and the other three could make enough food for him without your help,” Lyra said as she held her hand out to him.

“Hmmm, I am feeling rather peckish right now,” Nightmare said thoughtfully.

“I am sure you will be ravenous by the time you return,” Lyra grinned.

“i thought you didn’t hafta eat since you eat emotions!” Killer blurted out. He then gasped, “what about all the times you didn’t eat with us? Was that because… because you didn’t make enough for all of us and you?”

“Well… I require emotions more than food, but I also enjoy food,” Nightmare explained.

“you really need my help?” Dust asked in a whisper to Lyra.

“I do,” She whispered back. “So, will you help us?”

Dust looked up at Nightmare and then back at her with a nod. With that, she extended her hand, and he placed his hand in hers. She then stood and guided him over to the others. Dust looked back momentarily but then focused on where she was guiding him. With the group distracted with breakfast plans, Nightmare turned and left the room to prepare for the day.

…

He could get used to this…

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[coyotetatertot]

Promotional for Tate's company in my interp of A Better World AU.

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God, I love exploring what he can do if he hadn't suffered through his father abandoning them and then YEARS of caretaker burnout as he tried in vain to heal his dad. What if he hadn't learned to fear his intellect and skill. What if Appalachia hadn't been cut out of him by being raised in the Bay Area. What if his abilities and cultural identity were both nurtured and encouraged by loving parents and a strong educational support system. What then. 👁️

I think he definitely still has his issues, because public figures often do lol. Fame causes so many problems. But fuck if I don't wanna let this lil scruffy genius out of his mental cage of repression, burnout, and depression. I think he's wild, enthusiastic, and has so much heart and spirit underneath all those layers of bullshit. 30 years of suffering and he is in his 30s, the divergence of the AU puts him on a radically different path from childhood and that makes him a TOTALLY new person.

On the highest peaks in the world, the strongest tethers aren't your rope, but the emotional ties which unite your climbing team and keep you connected to those waiting for you back home. Whether it's by blood or by choice, Tater Higgs McGucket understands the importance of family. Son of revolutionary inventor and co-founder of the Institute of Oddology Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, Tate describes his father as his closest friend, collaborator, and mentor. In collaboration with family friend and other co-founder of the Institute Stanford ("Ford") Pines, the three first designed their renowned supplemental oxygen delivery system after an expedition studying anomalies in the Himalayas.

"Our investigation took us to Camp 1 of Manaslu," Tate described in an exclusive interview with Mountaineering Monthly last week, "And I was shocked by the amount of traffic. This was some of the roughest terrain on the planet, but we saw more people out there than on some of my hiking trips back home in Oregon. . . Ford was our interpreter, and after talking with the locals, we realized that there were all these companies selling tickets to the top — with sherpas puttin' themselves on the line just to ferry tourists to the summit."

The influx of inexperienced climbers has had disastrous consequences, as Tate witnessed firsthand. "A lot of these people, they're physically and mentally capable of makin' that kinda climb, but maybe they don't follow best practice. You can summit without any oxygen, if ya stop and acclimatize along the way. But that takes a while, so it can be really temptin' to ignore your body and throw an oxygen bandaid at the problem. But then you're puttin' yourself in an emergency situation if it fails. While we were there, one of those climbers ran out, and a sherpa had to run more oxygen up there. I told him there was a storm a-comin', but he went up anyway. And we ended up losin' 'em both."

Tate's growing twang was underscored by a nervous bouncing of his leg, and he took a moment to collect himself before resuming the interview.

"Dad and I had a look at these open circuit breathing apparatuses. While they were reliable, we saw they were plum wasteful. Knew we could make somethin' better. There's a growin' culture of risk-takin' 'round them mountains. And maybe we cain't stop the industry that's causin' these problems, but we can at least make it safer for them climbers. 'Cuz at the end of the day, regardless of what ya think about these people? With an accident like that, there’s people left behind that're a-hurtin' somethin' fierce. Partners, friends, kids without parents. I mean, just the thought of losin' my dad like that is enough to break my heart — but that's reality, for both the families of that climber and the sherpa who died tryin' to save him. . . Naw, I reckon we can do better."

That was how the youngest McGucket, who had become a household name in the 1990s for his work in designing personal computers with his father's company, first ventured into the world of alpinism. But what he hadn't expected was to fall in love during the process.

"I always needed nature," he explained, "I get overstimulated awfully easy, and so I go out there to clear my head. Been hikin' and fishin' since I was a kid. . . And so, after workin' with climbers to test this equipment — I saw a lot of them eight-thousanders up close, right? And one day, I just knew I had to see it from the top."

But having become familiar with the dangers involved, Tate knew that preparing himself for such a climb would be no easy task.

Luckily, he found a trainer in Ford's twin brother, Stanley Pines.

“Stanley is a stand-up guy. Real old school. Throws a hell of a punch, catches a hell of a catfish.” Tate said of his mentor, “He’s a fighter. So I knew I needed him, because all it takes is one slip up or act of god for these expeditions to turn life-or-death. And he’s been great. Neither of us knew much about rock climbin’ or mountaineering before all this. But we’ve learned together. And having summited a few eight-thousanders now, I can tell ya, I wouldn’t be here without his help.”

Also aiding in his expeditions were his prototype real-time weather and vital monitoring systems, which have since become standard issue in all McGucket brand protective wear. But Tate is most proud of his high-frequency beacon system, which allows climbers to communicate with their partners and first responders — even from inside perilous crevasses.

"The danger of avalanche or serac collapse is real. There are times when your life just ain’t in your own hands. Our systems allow climbers to communicate when they’re entering or exiting a perilous area, and can send out an SOS. They’re also constantly pinging, so in the event somethin’ does happen, they’ll help your climbing partners or first responders find you.”

But high altitudes aren’t the only place you’ll find the twin peaks of McGucket Mountaineering. Tate’s inventions have seen heavy use by first responders of all stripes, from firefighters to wilderness search and rescue — and he has recently signed a contract to manufacture respirators for medical use.

"At the end of the day, it’s all about making it home safely.” Tate concluded, “You gotta prioritize what matters most. You can do incredible things in this world, but none of it matters if you can’t share them with the people who love you.”

[raindropren]

I think i should make a hermitcraft camp au

AS A PERSON WHO HAS NEVER BEEN TO A CAMP, IT WILL BE INFLUENCED BY MY BUNK'D OBSESSION WHEN I WAS like 9, CAMP CAMP, AND MY OWN INSANITY ALONE!

Everyone will be like 14-17 and it will be VERY Found Family!!!! U can take the hermits being family to eachother from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xisuma is the Volunteer camp counselor, His parents said it'd be good to be out in nature and would be good for him!! Real Life Experience!! and they dragged him into the role. He did not want to deal with kids(elementary schoolers can be mean...) but he was pleasantly surprised to find people more his age(That being 15 at the time) He took to it well but he is slowly going insane, do not mistake that.

The camp itself is just, alittle illegal, like a camp counselor started at 15 and i don't think he should of been without adult supervision but whatever!

by the second year of camp most of the hermits had already joined the camp! I have few ideas but here's some

Joe actually did want to go to the camp! He wanted to be a camp counselor but didn't really get the opportunity to sign up so now he helps out Xisuma whenever he can! A quarter threw the first year He dragged Cleo out of the new arrivals bus and introduced her to their little friend group! Cleo really didn't wanna be there but she also really didn't like going through the summer without Joe, so now she's here. in the wilderness :]

Did i mention that the camp is a summer camp, cause!!!

S U M M E R!!

ya.

Bdubs was super enthusiastic about the nature part, he wanted to look at cool moss!!!!(me too, me too) and then forgot about the activities part of camp and for a solid month Etho had to drag him out of bed just to do something other then sleep. They'd find him sleeping in trees. I think he'd be an amazing tree climber. He'd only wake up for the forest related activities and has skipped every single swimming activity since he got there. surprisingly it's a 50/50 on if he shows up to a craft activity. one time they had a special animal-care activity and when Etho mentioned the horses the people had brought ONCE and bdubs jumped up and sprinted to them. He did not leave those horses side until they left and after that they got a stable in the camp and bdubs and etho take cake of the horses everyday together! I like them :)

He and Etho share a bunk!!!! They're in the same cabin and after the horse thing they made a little shrine and their other cabin mates... are scared.

Mumbo joined at the same time as Cleo(On the same arrival bus and everything) and was very much the youngest(like just turned 14? maybe) He was the bbabbbyyy... and also exploded something on his first day! :D

Tango, Impulse, and Zed disappeared one night and came back the next day properly unhinged and wouldn't tell a single soul what they'd been up to but after that they're seen together more then not Lol

And the next year they came back speaking of Impulses friend Skizz who they were trying to convince the parents of to send them to camp aswell! It did not work until the 3rd year! Jump for joy, they did!

Grian joined, not wanting to be there at all, having a terrible time and then well

He caused Chaos, left for a week, then came back worse and decided he'd rather be there, super concerning to the others but he didn't speak a peep about it and then went back to causing(now slightly less destructive) chaos! He and Mumbo become extremely good friends, they bribed mumbo's bunk-mate to switch cabins with grian and now they're bunk-mates! it caused confusion for a week and then became the new normal! lol. I think he'd have a digital camera and he'd take pictures of the others, but also birds, so many birds. he'd rush to take a picture everytime he saw a duck, which was everyday, because the camp was RIGHT NEXT TO A RIVER!!! ya.

He would take care of the very few chicken's, and he got the others to help make the coop better because parts of it were rusting and breaking and he was scared that the chickens were gonna get hurt.

I think he'd be a only new arrival for the rest of that summer(so like he arrived like, 2 months into the second summer? how long is summer again? IDK) With hermits that join in season 5 probably arriving during the first month of summer? lets say? ya.

The 3rd summer had two new arrivals which was Pearl and Gem!! They arrived on the same bus and definitely had known eachother beforehand(aka Pearl went "I'm going to this camp next summer, u should come too :3" and Gem said "well okay i guess")

I think Grian and Pearl are siblings(you couldn't take that headcanon away if u tried LOL) and Pearl arriving was wweeirdddd cause grian had missed them arriving and then everytime he saw pearl he did a double take like 'did, did I just see who i thought I saw??????'

aka Grian did NOT know their Parents were sending Pearl to this Camp aswell teehe

I think Joel would arrive and be tackled by Grian, they knooww eachootherr aswell!!! yiippeee, I also think Joel and Etho should know eachother aswell, like they'd been to the same school and stuff lol.

Skizz Arrives and Impulse promptly gives him the biggest hug because He missed his best friend!!!!!!! it's been months!!!! they're dramatic about it.

I really have no other idea's, i wish i did!!!!

either way!! i think they have a camp group chat that is constantly getting chattered in even when it isn't summer lolsie

this was for fun, maybe i'll write more info i've thought about for this au, down again at some point, but ya!!! Fun!!! Yiippeee

[salt-clangen]

Decided to make a post covering all the other clan’s clerics. (These are their ages as of moon 11)

In Oakclan we have the infamous, Mousefoot! He’s the oldest cleric in the forest currently at 119 moons as of moon 11. He was born in Oakclan but has roots from Duskclan by way of his father. He’s also Shadowdive’s great paternal uncle, though they aren’t particularly close as outside of immediate family (parents and siblings) most cats aren’t more bonded with family clan mates than non family clan mates. Still it’s interesting to see the resemblance. Being the eldest cleric, many cats would expect him to retire soon but hes tried being an elder and always comes back within a few days. He just enjoys being a cleric too much, plus with how often Fogdapple is gone and Butterflygaze being unsuited for patient care, it’s best that he stays lead cleric. While he’s never been as innovative as other clerics of the clan, he’s so experienced that even doing things ‘the old way’ he has the lowest patient mortality. He’s a strange, thoughtful cat who’s also a great healer.

Next we have Fogdapple! As a former kittypet she knows a lot of medical terms and procedures that clan born cats don’t. She’s constantly coming up with new ways to perform medical care, she pioneered suturing in the clans as well as casts made from a clay mud mix over stick splints. While she might claim to get these ideas from Starclan or just her own ingenuity, that’d be a fat lie, her brother is owned by a local vet clinic and tells her all the stuff he hears and sees. It’s half a days walk to visit him, she’ll take a few days to do so and just say she’s out ‘communing with Starclan’. Both Mousefoot and the previous leader have their doubts about her but Archstar thinks as long as she keeps the charade up and keeps improving the clan’s medical care it doesn’t matter. She’s competitive, grumpy, and a good climber. She’s 78 moons as of moon 11.

Next is Butterflygaze, he’s the youngest cleric in the clan at 22 moons and the most neurotic. He’s paranoid about everything and constantly cleanses the cleric’s den, he suffers from seizures after a head injury as a warrior apprentice. After the concussion and onset of seizures, his personality drastically changed, he was very anxious and did compulsive behaviors like over grooming and plucking his whiskers. He snapped at his loved ones and would refuse to eat bc he thought he was being poisoned, no one knew how to help him. Many cats worried he’d hurt himself if he didn’t get treatment soon. It was actually Fogdapple who managed to figure out how to best help him, she started him on some really potent calming herbs and worked with the mediators for his therapy. It took a while for him to trust her but once he was more regulated he decided to be a cleric, specifically her apprentice. Even now that he’s an adult, he basically operates as her assistant. He’s still anxious and compulsive but it’s easier for him to ease himself back from an attack. He’s also very good at repetitive motions/tasks, so he makes most of the clans herbal concoctions. For the most part he keeps to himself, eating alone and going days without speaking. However the clan is fine with his antisocial tendencies, as he’s actually happy now that he has his routine and can be alone. He’s careful, gloomy, and a good healer. (It’s hard to tell in this pic but he’s very scrawny and has some scaring from his over grooming)

Finally for Oakclan we have Redpaw, the only apprentice. He was found at ~5 moons old in a trap by a patrol. He wasn’t crying, wasn’t acting injured, he was just staring up at the sky. When they found him they had to amputate his leg to retrieve him. He was given a place in the clan and soon learned he’s mute, so he began learning clan sign. After he was able to communicate he decided to be a cleric. He’s apprenticed to Mousefoot and is 6 moons old. He’s got a super high pain tolerance and always has dreamy expression on his face. He’s not very social but he’s not unfriendly, he’s good with kits and the more nervous cats. He’s quiet, a day dreamer, and quick to help.

Moving onto Honeyclan we have their lead cleric Rosedrift. A former loner this molly is 100 moons old and a bit of a hippy. Surprisingly childish despite her title, she enjoys teasing others and likes puzzles and games. She’s very beautiful and knows it, uses it to get out of shit she doesn’t wanna do even though she’s technically in charge. A lot of cats are nervous that she’s technically their spiritual leader as she is not very connected with Starclan and it’s for a good reason. She’s a huge gossip! This girl can’t keep her yap shut to save her life, starclan can’t trust her with shiiiiiit bc she’s not gonna keep any secret ever. Even her own! Everyone is uncomfortable updated on how her bowel movements were or if she tripped and fell into the mud etc. but it’s ok bc we love her and she’s good at her herbal work and great for moral and cheering cats up. Also the most likely to give you cat nip for recreational use, does not partake bc it makes her sneeze. She’s childish, flamboyant, and a beloved kit sitter.

Next we have Fernstorm, we’ve met them once at Lynxpaw’s first after gathering. They’ve been assisting in her training twice a moon for the past few moons. This cat is probably the most normal cleric we will ever meet, everyone else has these big personalities, weird quirks, and super sad back stories and this gib is just a lil guy. They’re as mellow as can be, aside from being a reliable cleric and decent Starclan communicator they’re really only known for two things. 1. They’re always zooted off their stash of cat nip from their personal secret garden that no one can find (hint it’s actually just over the border and in Capri’s territory but they have a deal worked out and she gets her cut). And 2. They have the worst skin allergies, specifically flea contact dermatitis, they have to take medicated baths of salt, lavender, chamomile, and rose hips almost weekly to combat this issue. They also use balms from honeycomb and herbs to help repel fleas and shredded cedar bark woven into their nest. It’s bad, as soon as one bites them they’re breaking out in scabs and hives, luckily it’s not fatal but it’s very painful. (Keep your pets on flea/heartworm prevention year round yall even the indoor babies). They’re 68 moons old, they’re loyal, patient, and a good speaker. (You can see he has some scabby patches here 🥺)

Finally we have Junipersong, we’ll meet this grumpy girl in the next moon. She’s a recent graduate at 12 moons old and is not happy about her role. She’s Rookstar’s daughter and really wanted to be a code keeper. She enjoys arguing debating, she likes to be out of camp, and she’s a good fighter. All the makings of a great warrior, but when she was young she showed a remarkable connection with Starclan, she retained her ability to speak with Starclan cats directly even into her adulthood. And while her parents and clan didn’t technically pressure her into being a cleric, she still felt forced when she got apprenticed. Everyone was relieved when she did as the other clerics they have aren’t really spiritual and the clan needs to feel that that bond is secure. Or else political unrest can happen. So she became a cleric, even though she’s not friendly and tends to speak without thinking. She’s even pissed that she was given such a flowery name, she wanted to be Juniperclaw or Juniperstrike. She’s not particularly close with anyone but enjoys bumping heads with Fogdapple (the feeling is not mutual) and finds Darkfold to be good company(she has a crush). Despite her sour attitude and more aggressive tendencies, she is a good clan mate and tries to give decent bedside manner (by not talking and getting them healed quickly so they get outta her den). She still sleeps in the leader’s den with her parents half the time, she doesn’t care who judges. She’s shameless, arrogant, and has ghost sense.

Finally, we have the two newest apprentices of Duskclan, on the left is Crowpaw and the right is Frostwhisper, we’ll meet them in the next moon. (I’m not gonna cover Darkfold again)

Crowpaw is Tallowpaw’s littermate and has been Darkfold’s apprentice since Mallowstripe’s departure. They’re a petite gib who’s very medically gifted, they’re gonna be a great healer but have less of a connection with Starclan than most clerics. However due to the need for clerical help in their clan they can get away with shirking some of that onto Frost or Darkfold. Their mom is a recent Duskclan addition, she was a loner who tried to leave her kits with the clan bc she couldn’t care for them and herself, however Jaggedstar offered to let her join as well so she could stay with her litter. Her mom (Thrushpelt) is a camp keeper now. Her full name will be Crowflight. Crowpaw is 9 moons old, sneaky, lonesome, and interested in herbs.

Frostwhisper is also a gib, they were a warrior until moon 11 ish when they had a strange dream that Darkfold interpreted as they should be a cleric. They’re more spiritually gifted than Crowpaw, but less medically adept. Between the two they make one fully functioning cleric ✨✨✨ Frost is a clan born cat and a second cousin of Jaggedstar, their parents are Hawklily(M) and Redstorm (F). Their mom was born in Oakclan but one parent was originally Duskclan, they returned to Duskclan as an apprentice and became a warrior. Their dad is originally from Honeyclan, parents were loners and dropped him off there. He immigrated to Duskclan as a care taker and fell in love with Redstorm. They’re 34 moons old, sincere, strict, and have an innate connection to Starclan.

They’re both fairly similar, very calm stoic cats that take their job seriously. I imagine the main difference between them would be if they make a mistake Frost would own up to it right away even if it’s minor, while Crow may try to either cover up their mistake or wait until someone notices to fess up. We’ll see if they grow out of that trait.

[panlight]

Any possible headcanons about the Cullens' human relatives? Looks, names, personalities, futures, etc. I kinda imagine Rosalie has French-English ancestry (her name is a possible hint at that) while her mother's family came from old money in France instead of that odd social climber backstory we got...

I had always assumed Esme had some French roots at least on one side of her family. 'Esme' just reads as a very French name to me, although more likely spelled Esmée. Maybe she's simplified it over the years? I wondered if maybe one side of her family was French-Canadian and immigrated to Ohio.

I still love the idea that one of Rosalie's little brothers was named Edward. It would just feed into her complicated relationship with 'our' Edward. I imagine he was called maybe Ted or Teddy (which can be a nickname for Edward as well as Theodore) or something but just Rosalie resenting Edward for trying to be her new brother AND having the same name as Teddy, rude! But it also weirdly endears him to her in a way she'd never admit out loud. And the few times she's slipped up and called him 'Teddy' he didn't call her out on it (at least in the moment, possibly later during a fight).

I've also always liked the idea that Rosalie's youngest brother is still alive; as we get further and further away from 1915 that becomes less likely, but if he were several years younger than Rose then he could be 100 or so and still alive. Love the idea that she found out which nursing home he's in and she visits him sometimes and he tells the staff, "she's my sister" and they're all like "sure, Mr. Hale," and think he's senile but he's right.

I feel like Carlisle inherited his height from his father (as well as stubbornness), but otherwise he's much more like his mother, in looks and personality. His height in his time period would be unusual but I can see his father commanding respect with, not only as a pastor but as a literally towering figure in the local community. I think Pastor Cullen was probably always A Lot but after the death of his wife he got Worse. She was a calming, moderating influence on him. And then she died and he was all like "well God saw that she was distracting me for my Work and so He called her home" or whatever.

I think Edward's mom probably had some lowkey latent psychic ability as well and that was part of why she knew to ask Carlisle to do 'what others cannot do,' for Edward. I don't know that she 100% knew/understood, but she had some idea. I also get Irish Catholic vibes from her, but that could be because my grandmother was Irish Catholic.

I don't really have much in the way of headcanons for anyone else's families, other than Emmett's being sort of like the Weasleys in that they were a big family, didn't have a lot of money, but had a lot of love and laughter. And mostly boys. Jasper's family is a big ??? but in the personal correspondence on the Twilight Lexicon SM mentioned he had a younger sister, but she didn't make it into the guide. Alice's family gets the most description in the guide although weirdly no names? They were invented for one of the short films. Found it funny they named Alice's mom "Lillian" when that was Rosalie's middle name. Like if I had to bet, I'd have guessed that was Rose's mom's name rather than Alice's mom.

[goddessofroyalty]

Funny idea:

Naph ends up having a bigger build like Jayce but is an Omega.

Vanco youngest is a carbon copy of Silco but is an Alpha.

Even funnier:

Baby Vanco ends up falling for his rival who is a big omega

Well at least both Viktor and Silco get what they wanted in the end - Viktor gets a child that got Jayce's overall build and is more a mix of the two of them instead of just being his mini-me and Silco gets what he considers is the fair trade-off for Claggor taking so much after Vander. Neither of them cared that much about designations when they were thinking about these wants and honestly still probably don't put much weight on which way their child presents even once it does happen (neither of them care that much about what is/isn't considered conventionally attractive).

I'm assuming this is a verse where Viktor isn't one of the Vanco brood if the two of them are getting together. Honestly the only parent involved that it's probably causing active annoyance/grief for is Silco. Jayce married a Zaunite so he's not super bothered by his kid doing it as well, if Vanco are still together they're probably a little bit more legitimate in how they operate so while seen as social climbers by Piltover are only seen as dangerous because of that not because of recent acts of terrorism. But Naph would be raised mostly in Piltover so he's a Topsider to Silco and Silco dealt with enough Topsider-relationship drama with Vi and Caitlyn he doesn't want it with his youngest as well.

[emixunn]

More kingdom cats!

Bravefreckle, she/her, childish yet brave. Considered to be a possible future queen. Bravefreckle is young but has proved herself a capable warrior even if she has a lot to learn if she’s going to be queen. Daughter of Shinestar and Ryedapple.

Duskgleam, he/him, adventurous and caring, beloved kitsitter and good climber. Duskgleam doesn’t have much ambition to one day seize the throne for himself but he’d be happy to support his sister if she goes for it. Son of Shinestar and Ryedapple.

Thistlefeather, she/her, insecure and a bit mean, good swimmer and good speaker. Daughter of Mousethistle and Silvermouse. She takes out her insecurities on others especially her littermates. She’s one of the youngest warriors and her littermates have not yet become warriors.

Wolfspots, he/him, childish and fierce, great kitsitter. Son of Russetstripe and Heartmimic. He’s only 11 moons old and has already gotten his warrior name. He’s proven himself a fierce fighter and a great warrior who is capable of protecting the kingdom from threats. Right now he mostly wants to have fun and enjoy life. He’s very close with his brother Wolverinetuft.

Wolverinetuft, he/him, fierce and troublesome, excellent teacher. Son if Russetstripe and Hearmimic, Wolverinetuft and Wolfspots are very close and has gotten into trouble together a lot, often on Wolverine’s ideas, and became warriors together. Both wear crow feathers in their tails from a pair of crow brothers who they befriended as older kits.

Daisypaw, she/her, fierce and quick-witted, interested in kingdom history. Daughter of Mousethistle and Silvermouse. Daisypaw may have missed quite a bit of training to instead learn about the kingdom’s history.

[sunmontuewrites]

For those of you that are new, let me introduce our four cats (in case you were under the impression the new cat was our only cat).

Teapot of Earl Grey - she came with the house when we bought it 11 years ago and is now a distinguished lady of 17 years. She doesn't suffer fools (aka cats younger than her) willingly. She has the LOUDEST purr out of all our cats and has a little piece of fur on her head that grows in the wrong direction and is like a mini mohawk. She has a special diet and was dumped in a nearby park which is close to where we live*. When we took her to the vets we found she was microchipped, but all the mobile numbers were no longer in service. So she became ours (and we had two cats when we moved in).

Beauty Spot Socks - she is a petite wee six year old who loves 'helping' make beds, doesn't meow or purr very much but will growl when she believes it is necessary, usually when another cat enters her personal space. She loves sleeping under the covers regardless of the season. She also will go on her hind legs for treats and pats. She's cute and she knows it.

Te Ka - named by the same child who named Teapot, this 5 year old male cat is named after the lava demon in the Moana movie. He can be very affectionate if there is food involved, or if his human is away. Otherwise he embodies the lava demon namesake and I affectionately call him 'shit head'. He routinely catches rats and brings them inside. He sleeps ON his human at night, and sulks when he goes away.

Whiskey on Ice - the newest and youngest addition. He turned up 4 weeks ago, and we started feeding him. He likes humans, meows A LOT and is now 'ours' as much as a cat can be owned when they sometimes seem to have disdain for the entire human race. He likes warm cozy spaces and chin scratches and is better behaved than any of our other cats when it comes to flea and worm treatments. His current life challenge is figuring out the cat door.

We used to have three other cats, Druss the Legend, Shadow the Hunter (leaves and the neighbours' gardening gloves were what she regularly caught...) and Spot the Climber. They have all passed over the rainbow bridge now.

*We know it wasn't the previous owners of the house, as we bought my childhood home from my father, who called her 'Puss'.

[katsune-nya]

♡ Masterlist ♡

Requests: OPEN!

SMAU Masterlist.

Headcanons Masterlist.

One Shots Masterlist.

Fanarts.

TR Memes.

Drabbles Masterlist

SFW

Tetta Kisaki:

Stressed Tetta.

Shiba Siblings:

Taiju's lil babies are gay.

NSFW

Hakkai Shiba:

A beast in bed.

Incorrect Quotes:

"Mikey" Sano Manjiro:

Masochist Mikey.

Y/N fell.

Two straws, please.

Mikey is cute and small.

Draken loves Mikey.

Responsible adults.

Anatomy test.

Edgelords.

Little brother things.

Third raccoon battalion.

Step on me.

Difficult life.

Takemichi Hanagaki:

Dating advice.

Push and Pull.

"Draken" Ryuguji Ken:

Do you hear something?

Mikey's love advice.

Being that pretty must be tiring.

The clock is ticking. (Ft. Mikey)

Draken, to the front desk. (FT. Y/N and Mikey)

Edgelords. (Ft. Y/N)

Mikey's in trouble. (Ft. Y/N)

Matsuno Chifuyu:

Fuyu loves chaotic Y/N.

Fuyu is in love.

Dots.

Baji Keisuke:

Kei thinks. (Ft. Fuyu.)

Lying. (Ft. Y/N.)

Hanemiya Kazutora:

Y2K flavored baggage.

Kazu has a very normal crush.

Kawata Twins:

Kawata Twin vibes.

Hanma Shuji:

Lazy Shuji ain't getting any tonight.

Hanma is a Kisaki Simp.

Friends with benefits?

Pick-up lines.

Did it hurt when you fell?

Hanma's motto.

Sapiosexual Shuji.

Give Tetta a break.

Shuji has a crush ♡ (Hankisa).

In love. Ft. Tetta.

Tsundere Y/N. Ft. Tetta.

Kisaki Tetta:

Sapiosexual Shuji.

Stupid Hanma.

You should touch some tits.

Bottoming? (Ft. Hanma)

HanKisa?

"When I first met you-" (Ft. Hanma)

Shiba Yuzuha:

Bro, i had a dream...

Down with murder. (Ft. Emma)

Girls like flowers. (Ft. Taiju)

Don't break someone's heart.

Lets tell a secret.

Cannibalism.

Gay name.

Shiba Hakkai:

Tampons?

Dealing with haters.

Kurokawa Izana:

Adopted.

Sano Emma:

Mikey's grounded.

Emergency.

South:

Climber Y/N.

Mizo Middle Five:

Mizo Five after a fight.

Mizo Five VS big tiddie vampires.

Mizo Five and Joe Mamma jokes.

Mizo Five when Michi and Hina finally do it.

Mizo Mid and the shared braincell.

Mizo Mid under censorship.

Akkun's First Detention.

Mizo Five home alone without Mom Akkun.

Mizo Five playing hide and seek.

What do rainbows mean?

One shared braincell.

It's always Michi's fault.

Mold water.

Would they stab someone?

Platonic pick-up lines.

Friendship is ruined.

"Akkun" Sendo Atsushi:

I'm in love.

Yamamoto Takuya:

You get catcalled.

Suzuki Makoto:

Lolis.

Various:

Takemichi VS Draken when their gfs are cold.

Hina is the best wing woman (Drakemma + Takehina).

Girl Talk~ (Emma, Hina, Yuzuha, Senju).

Housewife Emma (Ft. Draken).

Team Park. (Baji, Fuyu, Ken, Mikey, Tora, Y/N)

Point of view. (Mikey, Fuyu, Baji, Ken)

in the works (please tell me if you want 'em so i have pressure to actually finish them):

SFW

Keisuke Baji Random Texts 2 and 3.

What the characters smell like (mean).

What the characters smell like (nice).

Akkun x Reader (Mizo Middle Five Six, reader is a fellow friend). Mutual pinning.

Shinichiro's First Kiss. (Shinichiro x GN!Reader. Various alternatives cuz i just have so many ideas.)

Mitsuya x GN!Reader. Slow Burn. Reader is in the home economics club. Mutual Pinning. Idiots in love.

Kokonoi x Male!Reader x Inui.

NSFW

Ran x Reader x Rindo (x South) Dom!Haitani Sub!Reader (Dom!Cuckhold!South).

Tetta Kisaki x Reader CNC.

Shuji Hanma x Kisaki!Reader (Tetta's older sister).

Sanzu x Haitani!Reader (Sanzu offers drugs to the youngest Haitani in exchange for sex ♡).

Shin-nii x LilSis!Reader (Shinichiro's slightly younger half sister).

Hanma Shuji x Hanma Reader (Yes, siblings again, leave me alone).

Detective!Naoto x Detective!Fem!Reader.

SoftDom!Takuya x GN!Reader.

Pegging Takuya. GN!Reader.

Sub!Mikey x Mommy!Reader.

SoftPleasureDom!Takashi x Reader.

Sanzu x Male!Reader CNC.

Shin x Imaushi!Reader (Waka's sibling).

[tornadotame]

𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂

KATE IS A GOOD SINGER. false. doesn’t mean she isn’t guilty of singing in the shower or along to her favourite songs on the radio.

KATE SLEEPS UNTIL NOON. false. this girl is an early birdie, always has been, probably always will be. only time she sleeps in is when she’s sick, or going through a depressive episode.

KATE LIKES TO EAT STRAIGHT COFFEE BEANS. true. she found a cafe in her neighborhood in brooklyn that sells chocolate covered espresso beans by the bag, and she still gets them shipped to her place in norman when she moves back to oklahoma.

KATE HAS AN INTENSE FEAR OF HEIGHTS. false. she was a tree and rooftop climber when she was a child, just to get the perfect view of distant cloud formations, and would frequently give poor cathy a heart attack when doing so.

KATE NEARLY DROWNED IN A RIVER AS A CHILD. true. though it wasn’t a river so much as sahoma lake, on a trip with her grandparents when she was seven. she hasn’t swam much or at all since then.

KATE KNOCKS PEOPLE OVER BY HUGGING THEM. true. kate gives the fiercest hugs, throwing her whole body and soul into it.

KATE HATES BEING ALONE. half-true. when she needs to buckle down and focus on work, kate enjoys the solitude. when she runs out of things to do and it turns into just her and her thoughts, it can rapidly turn… unenjoyable.

KATE HAS CHRONIC NIGHTMARES. true. they have gotten better over time, but there are still moments where they creep up on her and won’t leave her alone for weeks on end. she’s been prescribed sleeping pills before, but she despised the feeling of heaviness they gave her, paired with headaches, dizziness, and the fact that she felt like they made her dreams even worse.

KATE STEALS OTHER PEOPLE’S CLOTHES. true. she had a few of jeb’s sweaters in her closet in college, one of addy’s too that was too short in the arms ( but addy also had one of hers that was comically too long ) - she got rid of it all before moving to new york. she’s also started sleeping in some of tyler’s shirts, especially when he’s gone chasing and she’s still in norman due to school or work. she jokes it’s the only place she’ll be seen in wranglers merch,

KATE IS AN OLDEST CHILD. true. she’s the only child, so that makes her the oldest, middle, and youngest. 🤭

[blueshistorysims]

May 7th, 1920, Newcrest, England

“I can’t believe you’re 20,” Rebecca exclaimed over breakfast, smiling. “My baby’s all grown up.”

Giselle blushed. “Mama.”

She waved her hand. “Let me baby my youngest child.”

“Has any mail from Byron arrived?”

“Yes, actually. An early post from this morning. He says he’s sad that he missed your birthday, but apparently, he’s been invited to spend the summer at his friends’ family manor.”

“My brother the social climber,” she muttered. “Are those the oil socialites he befriended in the war?”

“I believe so.” She frowned. “I hope they don’t think he’s using them.”

“Why would you think that?”

“He’s not rich, and nor is he part of that community. He’s told us countless times that he sticks out like a sore thumb.”

“Well, that’s his choice.”

Rebecca frowned. “Perhaps. I wonder if they know about his inheritance.”

“Likely not. Byron ran away from his responsibilities.” Giselle wouldn’t deny that she wasn’t jealous of her brother, able to run away to another continent, but she also thought he was a coward, abandoning his family in the face of death and loss. He couldn’t escape fate, even if he was an ocean away. 

“Giselle. Don’t be bitter.”

“You’re not?”

She sighed. “All I can hope is that he realizes that he belongs with his family at home.”

Like that’ll ever happen, Giselle thought.

“Open your eyes,” Francesca whispered.

Giselle opened her eyes to her girlfriend holding three train tickets to London and a big smile on her face. 

“Francesca!”

She giggled. “I thought it was time for a new chapter in our lives.”

“There’s three.”

She nodded. “One for you, one for me, and… one for your mother.”

Giselle swelled with emotion. “Even for my mother?”

“Yes. I think we all need a new start.”

“What about us?”

“We can make it work.”

“Mama?” Giselle asked after dinner.

“Yes, my darling birthday girl?”

“You know how Francesca and I have discussed moving to London?”

Rebecca nodded slowly. 

Giselle handed the third ticket to her mother. “We’ve included one for you too.” 

Her eyes widened. “...Oh my.”

“We want to come with us, Mrs. Walsh,” Francesca said, smiling. “A fresh start would be welcome.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone, Mama.” 

Rebecca swallowed, staring at the ticket in hand. Her daughter and friend’s act was touching, even though she knew they both wanted a fresh start without her. Giselle would have to eventually leave the nest. It was a new decade, and her generation was different from her own. They were independent, and societal expectations didn’t hold them down. “...Oh, you girls are the kindest women I’ve known. But… I need to say here. Byron is technically the master of the house, and when he comes back, I bet he’ll want somewhere clean to stay before he inherits the dukedom. You’re both ready for a new chapter in your life, and I wish you the very best.”

Her daughter nodded. She knew better than to crush her mother’s fantasy. It would be years before Byron returned home. 

“Oh, Mama, I’m going to miss you so much!” She exclaimed, embracing her mother tightly. 

She smiled. “I’ll even finally install a telephone so you two can phone me from London.”

Francesca nodded, equally delighted. “I’ll make sure Aunt Rosamond visits as often as she can for company.”

“We’ll be the two old hags of Newcrest,” Rebecca muttered, chuckling. “While you two head off to London.”

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