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Since you're open for suggestions... after waking from a coma that left Jason without his memories and nowhere to turn to but the streets, Raven, who no longer dons a hero cape, takes him in to help recover his memories after he helps her take down some thugs trying to kidnap a girl.

Basically, rather than Talia finding Jason, Raven finds him. Cause I'm feeling soft and sentimental today. But also I love Jason being Jason and Jayrae lemony goodness so if he's checking Rae's ass out every 5 secs while helping with the house chores and if she's rocking shorter and shorter shorts every day cause she knows he's looking well that would be pretty swell too. ;)

Hello,

So this might not be exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy! =)

Ghosts of Living...

She staggered out of the portal, gasping for air, feeling the cold sear her lungs and throat, coughing up the ash from the hellish realm she had escaped as she caught the lip of a trash can. Gagging, wheezing and trying to breath. The spit on her lips was warm as the tears burned her eyes against the cold, her knees trembled with violently bouncing kneecaps, reminding her how much energy that took. Slowly she felt the burned skin on her body healing, knitting itself back together, as she gradually regained her equilibrium. Lifting her head, she glared through the grime-streaked hair at her surroundings; the noises of the city with the pungent scents of the garbage assaulted her; it was a breath of fresh air though. Pushing herself upright she staggered a few steps, catching the rough brick of the building beside her, propping herself up as she looked through the sleet, steam, and bristling bodies that hurried about on the main street. Her eyes scanned over everything; from the neon lights staining the night, to the cars speeding by.

The rough brick grated her skin as her hand fell away and she stared at the news, her eyes widening in horror at the images shown behind the glass.

‘Titans Mourn the Death of Raven…’

This… This couldn’t be, it couldn’t. Carefully, she stumbled towards the glass of the shop, pressing herself up against it as she read the byline captions as a put together woman read a story. Raven was horrified.

Dead.

They were showing precessions from her funeral. The stab of betrayal almost had her knees giving out as she watched in horror as the Titans walked a coffin for her through the streets, the parade… the show, it infuriated her. The glass beneath her fingers began to creak and crack, the spiderweb fractures leading out of her fingers. Taking a steadying breath, she dropped her hand as she looked at her reflection. The red ruby was gone… blinking, she stepped back, there was a shout, she turned to see someone explode from the shop, bellowing at her as he swung a bat, she took off then.

~~~*~*~*~~~

In the following weeks of Raven being back on the mortal plane she had contemplated hard about what she should do and could do. The obvious choice was to return to the Titans, but after seeing that public funeral she did not think that option wise. And the more she thought about it, the more she was angered at their ease of declaring her dead. If they didn’t want her they could’ve just said as much rather than waiting for her to face off with her father, and if they believed her to die so easily then she didn’t want to be around them.

But this led to the second conundrum, and that was living in the mortal plane. She was greatly weakened battling Trigon alone, and she needed time to recuperate, and she didn’t have any place to go. Living on the streets wasn’t ideal, but it was better than returning to Hell, so she was adapting.

She had found company in a very damaged young man who called himself Jay. He was a slow, quiet individual, Raven just spent a lot of time trying to heal him. The scars on his body spoke of horrors even demons couldn’t do, it was a cruelty only humans were known to do. She had accidentally run over him when fleeing a gang attack; her weakened state had her avoiding conflict. The moment she had run into him, it was like running into a wall, and he had looked at her with these vacant eyes, they were blue, clear as the skies on the clearest days, and then he had looked past her at the gangbangers hunting her. It was like a fury of an explosion, this slow, vacant man, it was like a switch, and his reaction belied his vacancy. Since then, she had kept him close, and he sought he out. Her empathy helped her understand him, and her attempts to heal his mind were thus far unsuccessful, but she was hopeful.

Jay was kind, he did not eat unless she was fed, he did not sleep until she had rested, he did not wander far from her. The only times he seemed to leave her was to chase the shadows of the Bats, she would sense this deep, aching, longing in him whenever he chased the Bats, and she would sit with him when the tears fell.

They spent two years together, wandering the streets of Gotham. She had to fight to keep Jay from panhandling as she got herself a job. It wasn’t hard to get a job in Gotham, she had gotten a job as a server at a strip joint near the docks; and though she wasn’t a striper, she was a server in this establishment. She was careful to pick where she worked, and what information she released to people. Eventually she saved up enough for her to get an apartment; it was small and a shoebox, but it was enough space for her and Jay.

Jay was slowly healing, she could feel him becoming more and more animated with their healing sessions, and she also felt his affections for her. Which were startling, but she was slowly finding herself to be the person he coveted. His love, unfiltered with her empathy was unconditional, overwhelming, and overpowering at times, he would smile, and watch her, barely able to string words together, but that vacancy was becoming less and less, as he seemed to be surfacing more and more.

Raven had eventually quit being a server, and become a waitress. Today she served Commissioner Gordon, it was nearing the end of her shift, her feet her aching and her lower back was reminding her why she wanted to go home.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, Commissioner?” she asked softly as she finished topping off his coffee.

The bell of the door rang, Raven turned slightly, smiling as she saw Jay walk in.

“Rae,” he beelined for her, pressing his lips to her cheek; she felt his unbridled joy radiating off him.

“Hey Jay, I’m almost done go, sit, Patty will get you waffles…” she said softly.

He bobbed his head as he left her.

Raven turned back to her customer, who’s emotions were projecting rather violently; and startling her, to almost step back at their power. The recognition, guilt, shock, fury, joy, the concoction of emotions was potent.

“Commissioner?”

“It’s not possible…” he whispered.

“I’ll get your bill,” she decided as she walked off. She paused at her station as she rang up the meal and coffee, Jason smiled broadly at her, his eyes lighting up in joy.

“I’ll be right there,” she promised him softly.

He hunched over his coffee, smile still in place. She walked over to the Commissioner, placed the bill on the table as she walked over to Jason then.

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On 21st May 1650 James Graham, Marquess of Montrose, the chief Royalist military commander in Scotland, was executed.

The former Scottish covenanting commander was captured in 1650 by his enemies and condemned to death for his treachery to the covenanting cause and his military action against them during the 1640s. Rather than facing honourable execution by beheading, the Marquess was hanged like a common criminal. He went to his death defiantly, maintaining his adherence to the Covenant. He also went stylishly, dressed in a black suit, a scarlet coat with silver trimmings, and a beaver hat. In an exceptional move designed to inspire fear and awe in the populace, his head was placed on a spike on the Edinburgh Tolbooth next to the High Kirk (St Giles), his limbs distributed to other Scottish burghs, and his torso buried near the Burghmuir loch, at the east end of the modern Meadows.

The night before his death he wrote the following words;

Let them bestow on every airth a limb,

Then open all my veins, that I may swim

To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake,

Then place my par boiled head upon a stake;

Scatter my ashes, strow them in the air.

Lord, since thou knowest where all these atoms are,

I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust,

And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.

For royalists, Montrose became a symbol of loyalty and a martyr for their cause. After the Restoration of Charles II in 1660, they took revenge on their enemies in various ways, including the trial and execution of the Marquis of Argyll in May 1661. Meanwhile, a grisly piece of theatre was carefully stage-managed to emphasise the king’s power and authority, and the undoing of the covenanting regime’s acts – what Professor David Stevenson has called ‘the most potent ceremonial celebration’ of the king’s restoration in Scotland.

In January 1661, six ‘grave makers’ were paid £18 Scots for ‘raising’ the corpse. There were actually two bodies, for the remains of Sir William Hay of Dalgety, executed along with Montrose, were retrieved at the same time. Robert Johnstone was paid £3 for showing the burial place, where the exhumation took place by torchlight. Surgeons washed the bones, wrapped them in cloth, and placed them in coffins. The coffins were covered with ‘two best velvet mortcloths’, for which John Kniblo, a local merchant, was paid £24, including ‘drink money’, a customary additional payment for work.

Montrose’s heart was missing, having been removed by sympathisers in 1650, embalmed and kept safe. (Much later, the heart went missing and was lost.) The accounts also show that 100 planks (‘daills’) were made into scaffolding and a stage ‘for the trumpeters for the down taking of my lord Marques head’ from the spike on the Tolbooth. After the coffin containing Montrose’s remains lay in state at Holyrood Abbey for eight weeks, a magnificent funeral took place on 11 May 1661. His remains were buried in St Giles. They were disturbed by later alterations, but after Queen Victoria expressed astonishment in 1886 on seeing a simple slab inscribed ‘Montrose 1661’, the place was marked more formally.

Up until recently you could approach the tomb, I often saw a floraltribue, usually a single rose, left at the side of the Sarcophagus, the area is now roped off, but the flowers are still a regular sight there.

This account of Robert Rae’s expenses, and other documents, were printed and described in an article by J C Robbie, ‘The Embalming of Montrose’, in ‘Book of Old Edinburgh Club’, vol 1 (1908)

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okay this is weird but here goes: from "book-eating pond":

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The annual department party is, as predicted, painful. Lan Zhan hovers in one corner and tries not to make eye contact with any of the faculty, while Wei Ying clearly has a blast and seems to talk to every single person there, promptly getting into an energetic debate with Rachael about post-Marxism; Lan Zhan only overhears the phrase “be on the right side of the class war” which doesn’t completely make sense to him, since they’re talking about undergraduate textbooks.

Fortunately there are no white-gloved waiters (the department seems to have learned its lesson from last year) and, even more fortunately, this year, for some reason, there is wine. Just generic, unclassifiable boxes of pinot grigio and Syrah; but at least it’s neither white Zinfandel nor Merlot, so Lan Zhan helps himself liberally to the Syrah. He’s stealthy about it, manages to balance out his plastic glassfuls with just enough canapés to keep from getting completely shit-faced, just a little bit pleasantly numb. He’s always been a cheap drunk but a smart one, so after Walter has made his usual one-note speech about the successes of the department (which largely seem to be about having taken on even more undergraduate students without increasing the number of tenure lines; the adjunct pool is never mentioned) he hugs Rae goodbye and slips out, making his way across campus in the slanting light of dusk to the library, only a little unsteady on his feet.

Once inside his carrel, he opens the copy of the lit mag that Wei Ying gave him, and puts on the kettle. Wei Ying’s story is called “Coffin Town,” and it’s stark and bleak, a strange little Western set in a post-apocalyptic future, or the distant past maybe, somewhere in rural China. There are three swordsmen, who are clearly in love in some complicated configuration, though it’s never made explicit, and by the end of the story, everyone is dead except one of the men, who leaves to wander the earth alone, righting wrongs, carrying the ashes of his beloved soulmate with him.

The sentencing and diction are very plain, but the concept isn’t, Lan Zhan thinks, as he closes the issue without reading anything else in it. The work doesn’t remind him of McCarthy, which you’d expect; it’s not that ornate or mannered. Maybe Breece D’J Pancake or O’Connor, but without the brutal humor; maybe more Mavis Gallant, or even Alice Munro. It’s dark, but not self-consciously so. There’s an intelligence glimmering in it that Lan Zhan doesn’t often see in American literary short stories, which are usually just inordinately pleased with themselves for existing in the first place. The story is actually moving, he realizes: filled with heart in a way that’s dangerous, that gets called sentimental and amateurish in workshop. But there’s nothing mawkish or saccharine about the prose; it’s lean and tense and stripped-down, and the characters are alive, and the pacing is flawless, and it occurs to Lan Zhan that this would all be much easier if Wei Ying were a bad writer.

Because it’s too late. He already likes him. He likes him, in fact, a lot. He puts his face in his hands. This is an unexpected development, and an entirely unwelcome one. Lan Zhan still isn’t even sure if Wei Ying is straight, but the odds are that he must be. He’s extroverted and funny, and warm, and very, very smart, and now Lan Zhan knows he’s also a good writer; even though he didn’t mention anyone, wasn’t wearing a ring and never once said we, he’s surely already got a partner, since almost everyone does by the time they arrive at a PhD program. Everyone but Lan Zhan, who is quiet and strange and stays in his carrel all night and never finishes writing his dissertation. Who honestly hasn’t even opened the Google document since maybe April.

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“Live, with your back to the wall The bigger they come, the harder they fall Live, with a heart made of stone Slings and arrows and broken bones One by one by one by one Kings rise and fall One by one by one by one Heavy lies this crown of bones Darkness behold This hell we call home Live, with the eyes of the beast Never the prey, the weak or the sheep Live, with the strength to believe Dead to the world, but we’ll haunt their dreams One by one by one by one Kings rise and fall One by one by one by one Heavy lies this crown of bones Burn it, burn it all Burn it all to ash...”

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Tagged by @chocochipbiscuit to post my current WIPs. Thanks, Choco! (lol this is going to be self-indulgent and painful XD;)  (As with Choco, I also have more bits and blobs and ideas than I know what to do with, but I’ll focus on the ones that have a remote chance of ever getting finished.)  Active WIPS (I have at least opened the document in the past month and I honestly intend to finish them this year.)  In order of recently modified: OP CM BB -- "One Piece, Cobymeppo, Beauty&Beast" I mean, it's kind of what it says on the tin: it's vaguely a Beauty and the Beast AU. (Factoid: this is at least the 3rd or 4th fanfic I've written based on friggin' B&B. It's my favorite fairytale and I'm weak.) Currently at 12.5k (when did that happen?!) out of, I dunno, 18k? I honestly never intended to write this. It just sort of happened-- and kept happening, which is the weird part. I'm liking it though. Factoid #2: there are a lot of dogs in this fic. JD LLW -- "Jak and Daxter, Love Like Winter" 100% inspired by the AFI song, I won't lie. I've been meaning to write this for at least 7 years. I have a lot of thoughts and headcanons about the Jak and Daxter series, and this incorporates my hardcore favorite: Daxter is a Precursor. It also uses a couple tropes I love: reincarnation cycles, and fated lovers. As with any song, I can't say what it's actually supposed to be about, but I always heard it as the story of, well, reincarnation and fated lovers. "I met my love before I was born", and then switching between he, she, and then back to he. The story became very vibrant in my head! And this format especially allows me the opportunity to explore Jak/Keira as well as Jak/Daxter, because while I'm not a huge fan of Jak/Keira, I don't like just ignoring canon if I can avoid it. Currently at 7k out of... maybe 20k? It was supposed to be a lot shorter, but I'm only on chapter 1 out of 3, so less than 15k is probably not happening. Factoid: I think a lot of people only know this series second-hand, so I feel the need to mention that Daxter does, in fact, have a human form. XD FO4NV -- "Fallout 4, Nick Valentine" A very creative document name! XD; The story will probably eventually be titled "Same Heart" unless I come up with something better. It's a Fallout4 AU(ish) centering around Nick having been recaptured by the Institute, getting a memory wipe, and then living there during the years when Shaun is being raised there. Eventually, he and kid-Shaun break out to explore the Commonwealth and try to find Shaun's parents. I swear it'll be a Nick/Nora story if I ever friggin' get to that part, but right now it's mostly a Nick&Shaun story. Currently at 30k out of, I dunno, 70k to 100k? It's on chapter 7 out of 17, I think. I have this one planned out pretty well chapter-by-chapter, so of all my fics it has the best chance of actually happening. (Aside from the length, which sort of counts against it. It was supposed to be shorter, but I apparently couldn't shut up.) I'm thinking about focusing on this one for my NaNoWriMo, since it has about 50k left to it. Factoid: I get more emotional about parental relationships than I do about romantic ones, despite the fact that I LOVE romance. Stories I write about parent-child relationships always end up being my favorite. BttF On Track -- "Back to the Future, On Track" The only one I've actually started posting. I feel bad because I meant to continue writing this through December and January, but I got lazy and distracted, so it didn't happen. The season is just about right to jump back into it though (Fall is a more BttF season for me), so I HOPE to finish it this year. Currently at 18k (holy shit, seriously?) out of probably 30k. Chapter 3 (out of 6 well-planned chapters) is aaalmost done, but I might have to go reread some of IrisBleuFics stuff to get back into the mood of it. (Or maybe Rae's or Edgebug's.) Factoid (actually a question) : does anyone else have seasonal fandoms? Inactive WIPs (there are lots of these, so I'll put them under a cut for you. Still, these are only the ones I’ve worked on in the past year. Again, from most- to least-recent.) 

HP GOtG -- A silly Harry Potter/Guardians of the Galaxy fic I have like a page of. I was mentally explaining the concept of fanfic to someone and this... happened.

HPCM Ways to Live -- Another One Piece Cobymeppo fic, and AU (or UA) about if Luffy had never met Coby in ep.1 and skipped right over to kick Morgan's ass in Shells Town. tldr Coby and Helmeppo become pirates.

FFXV parents AU -- I was REALLY into this one for a while, got a couple thousand words and a good plot outline on it. It's Final Fantasy 15 AU (or, as usual, a UA) in which Noctis is only a baby when the empire attacks, and teenage Ignis and Gladio have to run away with him, and end up raising him on their own. I 100% intend to finish this one, but it's not top priority at the moment.

A modern prometheus -- A magical-world retelling of Frankenstein. Probably gay.

FO4 WFM-- "Fallout 4, Waiting for magic" On the day the bombs drop, Nora's husband is still at war, while she's several months pregnant and working on her legal cases from home. Her friend Nick Valentine has come to give her some documents and check on her when they're suddenly ushered into the vault and frozen. AKA the romantic adventures of Nick and a heavily pregnant Nora out in the Commonwealth. (Inspired by an Ace of Bass song)

Fo4 Sky-- "Fallout 4, Skyrim" Basically a riff off the previous story, but not the same at all, somehow. Set in Skyrim, Nora is essentially sleeping beauty. Wait. Snow white? Er, yeah. Magically frozen in a coffin, yeah. 

MEA Avi -- "Mass Effect Andromeda, Avi: a sci-fi ghost story" REALLY thought I was gonna finish this one, but I got distracted from MEA altogether. The story of Avitus Rix and his SAM unit, which has begun to think it is the late Macen Barro, its previous owner/partner, and Avitus' longtime boyfriend. Still can't decide how sad I want it, but it'll be pretty gloomy even if I go with a happy ending.

DCo side story AU -- A modern mini-fic about my DamselCo characters going on a double date, except Addisson and Hunter are both late so it's just Ellery and Isabelle being kind of awkward.

FFXV Dear Fellow Traveler -- AU, Prompto was raised in Niflheim and meets Noctis and the others on their (very long, winding) trip to Noct's engagement. Promptis, no war.

FFXV mermaid AU -- More Promptis. Noctis fishes up mer-person Prompto. They have adventures. Ignis has to go looking for Noctis later and meets mer-person Gladio.

OW Sagittarius  -- Eheh, posted the first chapter of this in January and then just gave up. XD;;;; I feel so bad. An Overwatch teenage McHanzo AU, where Jesse is a centaur sold into slavery to the yakuza. Trained by the Shimada clan, he falls in love with the heir, Hanzo, who then helps him escape. Many years later, they meet again in Overwatch. I have a GOOD plot outline for this, so I really have no excuse for not finishing it. It's on the to-do list after the first few.

FFXV Firstborn son -- Question: is a person still consider a trans-person if they're born female, but both raised as and identify as male (because patriarchal bullshit)? If so: trans-Noctis, Promptis fic.

FFXV Mirror Sword Shield -- Yet another FFXV AU, obviously inspired by that one Coldplay song that I love. Hundreds of years ago, Noctis defeated the darkness, but was sealed away inside the crystal, only to return when he needed to do it again. Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio have trained as his guardians all their lives, for the slim chance that he does return. (I really like this idea, but if I write this one, it'll only be after I finish the other FFXV fics.)

OW BB -- Guess what? Another "Beauty and the Beast" fic, Overwatch flavored. Except it's really more like, "the beast and also another beast". McHanzo, of course, featuring a snarky dragon spirit that constantly taunts Hanzo about his guilt.

BttF Ashes -- Hot damn I gotta write this fic some day. I have a GREAT plot outline for it, following a chiptune song called Ashes. I love it, it makes me cry. It's a Back to the Future AU, about Doc dying when his house burns down. Years later, ghost-Doc teams up with Marty to finish the time machine, and then (spoiler alert) Marty goes back in time and saves Doc, pulling his corporeal self into the future ala The Mediator and they live happily ever after the end. XD

PacRim Redefined -- Another one I feel bad about, because I have posted most of what I have written, but I don't know if I'll ever finish it. It's a far-future semi-AU about Newt and Hermann. TBH it's one of my favorite fics I've ever written, but I'm a loser and can never finish anything. Hopefully next year??? I've got much of a plot outline, so.

Bttf Dino prompt -- Braincoins prompted me last year to write a fic about Marty and a dinosaur, and I started to! But then I had no idea where I was going with it, so I stopped a few pages in. ^^; I'd like to figure out an ending to it that isn't both boring and bleak.

Bttf Solving for X -- A series of short AUs about if either Doc or Marty (or both) were women. I'd like to maybe work on this one again sometime.

HxH AU Laughter Lines -- A Hunter x Hunter fic that makes me cry when I think about it XDXDXD Based on the Bastille song of the same name, it's an AU in which Gon is like... a tree nymph. A little hard to explain, it's a sad little Killugon fic, and it should be pretty short, so I ought to just sit down and write it one day.

BttF Thirst for Romance -- I love this idea! Why haven't I written it?! In his 30's or 40's, Marty is a nurse at a convalescent home/ hospice, where he meets Doc, who loves to tell wild stories. He tells Marty stories about adventures that the two of them had in the 80's and with time travel. Everyone assumes Doc is just very creative and lonely, and they love his stories. He and Marty become close, and when Doc passes away, he leaves his meager possessions to Marty, including a mysterious set of keys which unlock his old garage, and a strange old car inside... (Really want to write this one eventually!) (Based on the song of the same name.)

BttF Hell Valley -- A sad AU, taking place in the Hell Valley timeline from movie 2. Marty has run away from his abusive step-dad and finds himself living in Doc's garage. They're just two broken people trying to get by. Marty wants Doc to run away with him, someplace far away, but Doc has a better idea, if he can get it to work. (Inspired by the song Fast Car, the sad-sounding Jonas Blue version. "You got a fast car. Is it fast enough so we could fly away?")

BttF SG fusion -- and last and possibly least, yet another BttF AU, but a fusion with Steins;Gate, because time travel is not complicated ENOUGH, I have to make it WORSE. In this story, Marty is raised in the dystopian future with the goal of going back to the past to kill Doc Brown before he can create time travel. I liked the idea a lot, but to be honest I think I even confused myself with it. I'd sort of like to keep writing it, but it'll take a lot more effort than I can foresee me wanting to put in any time soon. Tagging: (if I can remember which of my friends write) um... @braincoins, @nomadsky, and, uh... I know that more of you are writers, so just... take it and pretend I tagged you! 

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so, if you are still looking for recomendations i wouldnt mind seeing ash and raerae in more situations, prehaps in place of those that their non-genderbent counterparts?

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Thanks for the idea. Oh how i adore them. Despicable awful horrible people these two. How i adore them

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Doodles

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Yknow what fuck you. GENDER SWAP BLAST

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Give us Female Andrew x male Julia! I beg! 😭 🙏 (Andrea x Julius 🤭)

Oh Andrea you fumbled so hard i would kill 7 people to date a man that wears long fingerless gloves

I used a lot of references for this one. I think its helping for the times i dont need to use them

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Can you draw andrea being forced by Ashton to wear to reindeer costume while Ashton is wears a Santa costume

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The Christmas spirit of Andy and leyley i mean ashy and gaygay i mean yeah them

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can you draw ash in a zero suit

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I got a bit carried away and drew Ashley too