#implied omegaverse

[namticci]

narusasu doodles i love them pipipipi

[curliess]

Being a superbat enthusiast no matter their dynamic really is the greatest thing of all and also my absolute doom, because I keep thinking about mama Bruce but I also can't stop thinking about matriarch Clark bro 😭

Just think about it, Clark's so gentle and I could see him mothering all of Bruce's pups, like training with Dick, paying attention to Jason's calorie intake (malnutrition and whatnot), and Tim would never be able to be nonchalant, he couldn't escape mama Clark's senses not even if he tried it (he does)

Also, Kon and Jon being superbat babies would be so so cute and Clark would get f-ing plump every time and Bruce wouldn't be able to keep his hands off him, cause of course Superman would be the cutest while pregnant

[vanshoundd]

[deceit-and-doubt]

Diary entry

dear diary;

Perhaps it's just me dreading the day or how I have been feeling lately but i cannot seem to shake this foul mood.

I feel tired, cranky, snappy. I haven't been sleeping well on top of that.

I've fallen ill and I have withdrawal symptoms according to Pure Vanilla cookie.

it wouldn't come early, would it? It's not even spring.

I have to just be overthinking like always, every little thing..

What is wrong with our head.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Exile

For @things-arent-what-they-seem66, @fanofstuff02, @lilacwriter07, and @kittenfangirl20, @procyonloser

From a project that I will be working on with things soon, The First anti-Christ

Thank you for the inspiration to make this AU

Warnings: death, murder, and just angst all around

Cain didn't know what was happening, everything was just a white blur. One moment he was in the fields with his brother Abel, then he was covered in red, surrounded by it. Then he heard screaming and crying, it came from his mother, Adam's voice. Most of the words were inaudible, going in one ear and out the other. However, he did manage to understand his name was being said, along with one line, "What have you done?"

Then with shaky legs he got up and ran away. He ran and he ran until he couldn't breathe. As he sat back down on a rock, head in his arms cradling himself, he tried to grip his bearings and try to make understanding of what was going. He didn't have to keep wondering because not long after a bright light shone in front of him and suddenly a group of angels were surrounding him. He saw that they were all glaring down at him. He shook in fear as one angel he recognized; the archangel Micheal stepped forward.

He spoke in a deep tone that he knew was filled with anger. "Cain, first born son of the first man, you have committed a heinous crime, you have murdered your own flesh and blood, for that you shall be punished tenfold." Cain's shaking got worse at the words that left the angel's mouth. He was suddenly taken back to what landed him in the situation. In the fields he went to his brother, he attacked him with a stone, and he killed him.

As the realization of the situation hits him tears escape him as he gets on his hands and knees bowing to the group of angels begging their forgiveness. However, his pleas fell on deaf ears as they merely scoffed. Soon enough Cain was being dragged away his arms cuffed in angelic chains. Of course. That's what he assumed they were if the gold shining light and extreme restraint on his arms were anything to go by. Micheal was the one who led him, and he kept glancing around as to where they were and where they were going.

Thats when he saw it, up ahead there was a massive black hole in the earth. His eyes widened and fear started to curl up in his stomach as he realized the angels were leading him right to it. He tried stifling his movements, pulling backwards, doing ANYTHING he could so that he wouldn't go. But it was no use his mortal strength was no match to that of a warrior of God himself. And soon enough he and Micheal were standing right in front of it.

Cain looked down trying to see what he was down there however saw nothing but pure darkness. The other angels surrounding the hole. All still looking at Cain with all their eyes open wide for judgement. Right across the two the tallest of the angels stepped forward. She summoned a golden scroll and began to read off of it in a booming, firm voice.

"Cain, first born child of the first man and of the fallen archangel Morningstar all of Heaven finds you guilty and you are hereby sentenced to spend your existence in the depths of Hell. As the Earth contains your brother's blood, you will never know of its warmth or familiarity again. However, by the command of God the creator of humanity has decided to give you some leniency."

Cain cried out as a searing pain bloomed on his right hand. The cuffs were blocking the view of it, but he could still feel the new, warm blood flow from his hands

"You have been given a mark, a mark of which that whoever shall harm you shall suffer tenfold."

Cain was suddenly released from all his chains but before he could gain his bearings, he was held over the pit by Micheal facing him. Tears ran down his cheeks as he looked into the prince of Heaven's eyes, his uncle's eyes. For a splinter of a moment uncertainty filled his blue orbs. Then it disappeared when he saw the angel who sentenced him reappeared behind Micheal placing a hand on his shoulder. Squeezing it ever so slightly she leans in his ear and whispers, "He is not one of us, he belongs down there with his father Micheal."

She stepped away and Micheal shook out a sigh, "I'm sorry." with that he let go of Cain and the boy was sent falling. As Cain descended further down the last thing he saw before the hole closed were the angels, and Micheal, looking down at him. Before he completely reached the ground Cain then opened his mouth wide and screamed.

[ikemenomegas]

Boreas

Haku x Reader || 11:11

(for @omeganronpa) okay, would you believe me if I said I had a hell of a time coming up with an answer for this because Haku is an outdoors kid and I couldn't figure out how to get him around a clock (or even remember if the naruto world had clocks)🤦. While laying in bed, I finally realized I could just give up on making it super ninja show accurate. The premise is that it's a sort of Cinderalla AU, which seems appropriate since Haku is basically a disney princess. Still took a super long time though He uses a pseudonym for a good long while, but any reference to "Koharu" is really Haku. All characters are aged up and are adults in this au.

This is the Midnight Ball.

Only once every few years, visitors from everywhere come to the Land of Snow, and for three days and three nights the Kazahana Castle is filled with music while the night is filled with stars.

The official festivities at the castle only last three nights, but the capitol of the Land of Snow is bustling and the inns are bursting at the seams to accommodate the influx of visitors a week before.

There was plenty to see, from Land of Frost geisha to Land of Birds musicians, and dancers and entertainers and opportunists from everywhere else.

Besides all of that, you have been wandering the town, sampling the food carts and enjoying the very nice baths in the castle as part of the Land of Fire delegation. Apparently there were perks to being friends with the person who saved the current Snow Daimyo.

The first day of the ball arrives not with a true dawn, but with the dramatic dusk that had lasted since the previous evening finally fading into a moonless night.

People flood the public courtyard of the castle in their best clothes to celebrate the winter solstice, lifting glasses to the health of their daimyo, and to the ongoing peace brought by healthy alliances with neighboring nations.

You try to pick out as many different people that you can based on dress alone. It is undoubtedly exciting, dialects and patterns flowing around one another.

You spot the figure early on in your scan of the crowd because they are objectively one of the most beautiful people that you have ever seen in your life. They are also moving around like they're looking for someone and using the way the crowd parts around them to find this person.

You point it out to Sakura and Naruto, if only so they'll notice if you go missing tonight and send a search party, because you're curious.

This beautiful stranger moves like water in a pink kimono with sleeves that fall below their fingertips. It's elegant, and also easy to conceal hand signs or a blade.

From an upper tier, they're easy to follow. You can't imagine the same would be true of trying to follow them from the crowded main floor, and indeed if you look behind the figure, there are a few who try to follow, only to be blocked by bodies closing around the gap the stranger leaves in their wake.

But for all the circles the figure weaves, they cannot pretend to have no destination forever. You mark the beautiful stranger's target, a moth flutters from your shoulder back to your companions, and you begin to make your way down to the main floor.

See, here's the thing. Even when no one hears about it, there is always one murder at the Midnight Ball. There are too many important people, too many nighttime hours, and too many looking to make their name in the shinobi world for someone not to try.

To be frank, a beauty like this trying to intercept the Wave Country architect is either an escort or an assassin. Even with the silver chrysanthemum of the Narita clan on their collar, you're not really interested in having the death of the evening happen right under your nose just because you didn't check.

It is just as difficult to navigate from the ground as you had imagined, but you finally have the architect and his son in sight. They've moved to a courtyard where there is a lot more noise - music and the guests dancing - when someone crosses directly into your path.

You pull up short.

"Excuse me."

It's not shameful to admit that for a moment you are a little breathless.

"My apologies," you say automatically.

The stranger is blinking at you with a faintly friendly tilt to their pink lips, wide brown eyes not even looking at the architect.

You had intended to intercept them mid conversation and now-

"Were you looking for someone?"

"I thought I saw someone I knew, but it's difficult to find anyone in the crowd," you said, smiling.

They turned around, looking over their shoulder, flashing that silver flower in your face. "Oh. Who was it? Maybe I could help you look?"

You shook your head. "I'll send a messenger later. They're very good at finding people."

"Oh!" Those brown eyes widened. "Have you been to the ball before?"

Practice makes perfect and your face is set in perfect calm even while inside the immediate instinct not to give any information about yourself rises to the forefront.

"A few times," you said vaguely.

"This is my first time," they said, almost shy, ducking their head. "I am Narita Koharu."

Whether this was really Narita Koharu or not, he had introduced themselves using the masculine form with a sly tilt of the head that clearly suggested how aware he was of his own appearance.

It pulled an unwilling smile from you.

As a shinobi, you had to acknowledge the skill of a well executed disguise, especially one worn in plain sight. What better disguise, after all, than the bias of the strangers around you?

Narita Koharu's lips shaped the syllables of your name carefully, like he was holding a sliver of ice in his mouth, and he smiled like you had given him something equally delicate.

"Dance with me?"

You blinked in surprise.

"You said there are others who can find what you need."

Many more than he knew.

A new song had struck up and the natural simultaneous attraction and repulsion that seemed to emanate from this ethereal figure had opened up plenty of space around the two of you.

"I would be honored, Narita-san."

He covered his mouth with his sleeve, hiding a laugh. "If we are to be companions for the night, you should call me Koharu."

You held your hand out for his. His fingers were ice cold.

Time slipped away very quickly when there was no such thing as day or night.

You danced with this stranger until you were breathless and his cheeks were flushed and when you thought it was over, he pulled you laughing into the garden.

It was much colder than inside, although he did not seem to react much.

A clock tower cast a faint shadow as your companion led you aimlessly along pathways lined with healthy green shrubs and blooming flowers.

Despite the winter weather, the gardens were as healthy as if it were spring.

You wandered at "Koharu's" side until you arrived at a quiet seating area facing the clock tower. The tension that had worked its way out while dancing was starting to creep back up.

Was this were he would try to kill you? If he was someone with a target at the ball, why else would he-

"Thank you."

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

You had an irrational wish to do it for him.

"You're a beautiful dancer." You're beautiful. There were worse deaths than at the hand of a beautiful stranger, although few more ignominious.

"It's a lot more fun than I thought it would be." He looked at you through his lashes and shrugged the sleeve of his kimono. "My brother won't be very happy," he laughed, "but it was worth it."

The clock began to chime.

"Oh."

He stood, robes whipping up in a sudden wind.

"I have to go." He said your name softly. "It was nice to meet you."

Like a rabbit disappearing into a thicket, he was gone with a flash of his heel.

You stayed for a while longer, drinking in the vitality of the garden.

While you had danced with "Koharu" you had caught hints of hyacinth drifting from his clothes, but you still caught the scent, even with him gone.

Following it led you to a bed of the flowers, stretching purple and pink and blue in the starlight. On a whim, you reached down to pluck a few blossoms from the thickly clustered stalks. Their green spring sent immediately flooded the air, along with an idea.

Where were those couriers again? You turned back to the castle. You had some things that needed to be done.

Neither Sakura or Sasuke were impressed when you arrived back at the suite.

"You left us to do all the hard work," Sasuke drawled.

"Someone had to keep the target distracted," you replied, shrugging off your own party attire and getting dressed in something more comfortable.

Sakura kicked her slipper at your back and you danced out of the way, sticking your tongue out at her and side eyeing where it had left a crack in the plaster it had hit instead.

"What did you find out?"

"Well." Sasuke pulled a scroll from a hidden compartment in the dressing table. "Naruto is still in the city, but Narita Koharu is a real person."

On the scroll were a dozen names, all people suspected of being high on this year's target list. Near the middle, in fresh ink, was the Land of Waves Architect.

"This was easier," he said, putting a finger on the name. "They were one of the Leaf's escort clients this year. Kakashi was upset because they were attacked twice on the road, which shouldn't happen."

"We'll keep investigating," Sakura said, "but don't be surprised if he isn't who he says he is." She looked excited at the prospect, and you couldn't deny that a part of you felt the same. The cloak and dagger of the ball was half the fun.

Naruto's personable demeanor worked its usual wonders.

The real Koharu had indeed stayed behind in the Narita tea house and inn where he usually served. Whoever this was, was doing an excellent job at elevating the reputation of his borrowed identity.

Apparently, the architect was beinghounded by a sort of local syndicate that did not take kindly to his trying to break the Land of Waves from its years of isolation. The head of the syndicate was a notoriously untrustworthy businessman, and the architect and his family had quietly found a number of investors willing to help break his iron hold on the peninsula.

The fourteen or so hours it had taken for you and your friends to discover the motive for the attacks on the architect had also been plenty of time for you start daydreaming.

Not-Koharu's scent was so firmly fixed in your mind you found yourself shaking away the distraction even as Naruto lighted upon the windowsill and launched himself into the room.

He gave you a grave look.

"You sure know how to pick them."

You held up two fingers, giving him a tired grin. The ball was not even half over and the constant dark made it more difficult to wake up from naps taken in between all the snooping.

"Escort-" you put down one finger "-assassin."

"Well this one's no joke," Naruto said seriously. "They're passing Mist money around, and they're not alone."

"Did you get a name?"

"One of the toads heard 'Haku' -"

You didn't recognize the name.

"- but what's real bad is they're with Momochi Zabuza."

That name any shinobi who had properly memorized their bingo book should know. A mercenary without morals or limits, Zabuza's last confirmed sighting had been years ago and well away from Leaf territory.

A sense of unease came over you. "If Zabuza is working for the syndicate... He's kind of expensive."

Sasuke joined Naruto in the apparent attempt to convert the suite's largest window into it's door.

"I wouldn't bet on the syndicate paying either. They know a contract put out during the event is expensive because it's risky. There's no way they get out of here unmarked."

A wave of sudden grief washes through you. Not the horrible, and unfortunately well known, pain of losing someone you know, but the sadness in knowing that something rare and beautiful would be gone from this world.

"That expression never means anything good," Sasuke said, folding his arms and glaring right at you.

That is enough to get you off the couch you'd fell asleep on, glaring right back.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

The Midnight Ball never truly stops and the party is in its perpetual swing when you go back downstairs.

The energy is a bit less civilized and there are more people swirling about, following the path of wilder dances and drinking shimmering little cups of liquor.

It's been only a few hours, but what you've learned seems to charge the atmosphere.

"Hello."

The low voice is close and warm at your shoulder.

The shiver that goes up your spine entirely inappropriate.

If anything, Koharu Haku is more beautiful than before. Instead of the delicate pink of the prior evening, he is in a teal kimono splashed with bold strikes of gold and deep red outlines of flowers. They are hard to follow, but you know they are chrysanthemums.

It doesn't matter what they are because all you can smell is spring hyacinths.

"Hi."

He smiles faintly. Even his eyelids are lined with the same deep blue-green as his clothes.

"Will you dance with me?"

And just like the night before, you hold out your hand for his cold one.

Time flies by, less distinct that the blurred faces of the people around you as you spin with Haku. He weaves you vague answers to your questions, and you answer him the same.

It's unfair to lay all of your fantasies at his feet, but even knowing that he is lying to you, you can't help but want to know more about him, the real him.

You dance until Haku's skin is flushed and until your feet ache. If the night is to begin a pattern, he will pull you into the gardens and then bid you farewell, having successfully removed your attention from the rest of the party.

But it won't be a pattern, it will be a coincidence, because by tomorrow he will be dead.

When he leads you to the gardens, you keep a hold of his hand and even though he looks surprised, he lets you. He lets you pull him into the shadows of a gabled roof where you stop, chests heaving with dying laughter and exertion.

He's lying, about everything, but that's the job. Outside of the village, and even sometimes inside of it, deceit is a shinobi's first weapon. Of the whole team, Sai is the best at it, and then Sakura, who's gotten only better and better at saying what people want to hear. You don't fault Haku for being good at his job, or for looking the way he does. It's likely that it's brought him more suffering than happiness.

It makes you feel guilty, like you're just another person in the crowd who's fallen for his face and his attention, but you also feel like you know where the lie is. You can see little pieces of something that seems real, surely being used to reinforce the pieces that aren't, but they're gentle and fierce and brilliant. Just like all the similar endings before, he doesn't deserve a bad ending just because they took on a bad client.

"I'm glad you found me again, Haku."

Like a switch flipping, Haku's expression went completely blank. He tried to pull away, but you stepped closer.

"Don't do this."

He tugged his wrist from your grasp and you let go.

"There are very powerful people protecting the architect."

His eyes, if possible, went even colder and he began to walk away.

The scent of hyacinths went with him.

"Please." Your voice cracked.

He stopped.

"Only death comes of this. The man who is targeting the architect is using you and your partner, Zabuza, right? From what I've gathered, even if you succeed, he will find any excuse to break the contract."

The gold in Haku's kimono shimmered faintly in the starlight as a wind kicked up, shaking leaves from the surrounding bushes.

"-your name."

He spoke so quietly you hadn't heard what he had said.

"What?"

"Did you give me your name? Your real one."

"Yes, but-"

His shape seemed to blur into the shadows, he was gone so fast, before you could even blink.

You return to the suite after spending a few hours running around the castle. There is neither hide nor hair of Haku anywhere you can sense or see.

"What the hell did you do?" Sasuke asks, cross armed.

"I guess we'll find out."

The third night of the ball, the celebrations don't even attempt to stay within the walls of the castle. The whole town is a riot of color and sound, scents and lights splitting out of every building as longest night proper begins.

It's a bad deal as far as guard duty goes. Naruto and Kakashi have their eyes on the architect, and the rest of you are scattered throughout the party, tracing set routes as invisibly as possible, tense and waiting for something to happen. You're all in formal-wear purposefully designed to be easy to move in, with weapons tucked into sleeves and boots and belts.

By your calculations it's creeping up on midnight when a presence appears behind your shoulder.

Instinctually, you whip a blade from the holster on your forearm.

A firm block stops your arm halfway while a hand grabs your wrist, twisting the point of the blade to the floor instead of their face.

Haku stares you dead in the eyes, searching for something.

You don't know how long you stand there, eyes locked, arms locked. Vaguely, you register the pointed tip of a long steel needle crossed with your blade.

Haku lets go first, releasing your wrist with a wary look.

You step back, lifting your arms and dropping the short blade back into its sheath. You swear you see the faintest uptick at the corner of Haku's mouth when you do.

He slips the senbon back into his sleeve.

Distance gives you enough space to see the shimmering white and silver coat he wears tied loosely with a brown belt. Inside, it is as striking on him as all the others he has worn, but outside he will disappear in the always falling snow. His eyes are lined red.

"I have something to take care of," he says evenly. None of the previous evening's flirtation is in his tone. But he hesitates, before he carefully asks, "Will you wait for me?"

You can't speak, you can barely swallow, so you just nod.

He gives you one more all but unreadable look and then he leaves, walking until you lose him in the crowd. The pervading music plays on.

You listen for the chimes of the castle clock which has been the only mark of time since the endless nights of the ball began. It passes midnight and fireworks go off in the clear night sky.

It passes one o'clock and nothing happens and the celebrations finally begin to wind down, as though everyone finally has the permission to rest after three days and nights of revelry.

Eventually, Kakashi calls the group together, and although he and Sasuke will stand guard over the architect and his family tonight, the danger is judged to have passed as the sky ticks towards dawn for the first time in three days.

Even given permission to sleep, you find that you cannot. You stop by your rooms just long enough to get a thick cloak and the little project you have been working on in your downtime. It doesn't take long for you to realize that there is only one place where you want to wait, to see if Haku will come.

You head down to the garden to watch the dawn come after the ball.

Short winter days mean the sun rises late. You watch the tall clock tick onward while you turn a resin preserved hyacinth between your fingers.

The shadows stretch long behind you as the sun rises beyond the tower.

You don't see or scent him until he has made his footsteps known some distance behind you.

"I didn't expect you to wait up."

You wonder how long he's been waiting too.

"I couldn't sleep," you admit softly. "I wasn't sure what choice you made until a few hours ago, and then I just couldn't sleep."

The hands of the clock move relentlessly onward. The hour and the minute hand sit at an awkward angle from one another, the hour hand barely scraping past the eleven while the minute hand makes its way past the two.

Part of you isn't sure why you came down to the garden. All you had been hoping for was a chance meeting, but now the moment is here.

A deep, fortifying breath comes from behind you, and then Haku was crouching down in the grass right in front of you. He wore no makeup or fancy ornaments in his hair. Like you, he was still in his clothes from the night before, but they were not tied so tightly or carefully.

You offered him the pin you had made in two hands and after a moment he tilted his head as if asking you to place it. You slid the pin through the top of the half-bun his hair was in, carefully arranging it so the cluster of pink and lilac blossoms curled around it.

Silently, the two of you watch the hands of the clock move onward.

"I'm Haku," he finally says.

"Hello, Haku."

You gave him your name.

Haku smiled, not as wide or as energetic as the first night of the ball, but sweeter.

The clock began to play its usual song at the quarter of the hour.

Somewhere, a few ambitious musicians perhaps already nostalgic for the spectacle of the Midnight Ball struck up a chord that barely carried along the breeze.

"May I have this dance?"

Your heart was fluttering, nothing like the first night of the ball.

Haku put his cold hand in yours.

[captainlilyuniverseworld]

Mr. and Mr. Tony Stark

aka: Bucky and Tony get shitfaced and wake up the next morning to find out they got hitched. 

A/N: Mostly a little drabble, not sure if it’ll go anywhere but thought I’d share it ♥

Mr. And Mr. Tony Stark

The first thing Tony can tell is that he’s back in a hotel room. Not his hotel room because this one is significantly smaller, and it didn’t have an old faded postcard that says Welcome to Las Vegas in old red letters. 

He was still in the state. 

That’s a good sign. 

He used to wake up after getting blackout drunk in an entirely new state than the one he started in. But he was still in Las Vegas so that was a good sign. He was getting better. The second thing he noticed was the shiny thing on his finger. 

His ring finger to be exact. Nothing fancy. Just a simple silver band. He frowned, he hadn’t been wearing it last night, so how did it get there? He rolled over into the empty space next to him and sniffed at the scent on the pillow. 

The unmistakable alpha musk, the smell of the outdoors, and worn leather. He was tempted to just keep lying there when movement from behind caused him to tense up. 

"Relax, it's just me."

He rolled over and saw Bucky holding two paper cups of coffee. He didn’t look too much better than Tony. His hair was rumpled, and his clothes a bit disheveled. His long sleeved shirt covered most of his metal arm, but what caught Tony’s eye was the metal on his right hand. 

Exactly similar to Tony’s. 

Bucky set one of the cups of coffee on the nightstand and Tony reached for it. It wasn’t all that great, but it was hot and it helped clear cobwebs from his brain. 

“Did we...get super drunk and get hitched last night?” Tony finally asked. 

“According to this picture we did,” Bucky nodded to the polaroid on the nightstand between them. 

Tony picked up the picture. It was of him and Bucky standing outside of a small chapel front. The Little Neon Chapel was written across the top in bright, you guessed it, neon lights. 

“Isn’t there some rule that says two people can’t get married if they’re shitfaced?” Tony frowned and put the picture back down. 

“Maybe one of us was soberish,” Bucky shrugged and finished off his coffee. “We should probably get back to our own hotel. I’m sure the others are probably wondering where we got off to.” 

“Right, the others,” Tony nodded and downed the rest of the subpar coffee. 

They’d all gone to Vegas for a charity event. He vaguely recalled something about going to find better or more drinks with Bruce. Steve had invited himself along, and by extension Bucky. Somewhere along the way Bruce and Steve must’ve left, or he and Bucky just kept going without them and they got hitched. 

Pepper was going to kill him. 

Both made sure they had everything they’d arrived with, which wasn’t much. Just the clothes on their back, and the polaroid which Bucky shoved into his jacket pocket. Tony left a few bills on the dresser for the housekeeper, and after a fast check out, in which the receptionist kept grinning and congratulating them, stepped into the hot Las Vegas sun to get a taxi. 

“Hey, it’s the newlyweds,” the taxi driver smiled at them as they got into the car. 

“Uhh...Tony,” Bucky pointed to the little TV in the back of the headrest in front of them. 

The little TV was muted, but the captions were clear as day. 

Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man from the Avengers, was spotted last night leaving The Little Neon Wedding Chapel with an unidentified man last night. Could someone have finally managed to make an honest man out of the once confirmed bachelor? More at 11. 

Tony closed his eyes. 

Pepper was really going to kill him. 

[vanshoundd]

Starting my second comic! This one will be focused on Ryan's pov

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